#harry and cheese girl
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iFall for Harry | Pt. 10*
Summary: The tenth and final part to iFall for Harry
You and Harry are more than strangers on the phone. And this connection is stronger than ever.
(aka: the one where they fuck and I cry)
Word Count: 5.9k
Harry kicks open your apartment door, and it bangs against the wall as you both smirk into the heated kiss.
His hands never leave your hips. They haven’t left them all afternoon, from the moment the two of you walked out of the theater, all through the entire ride back to your apartment, and up the long flight of stairs to your door.
They guide you to the couch. The first thing he seems to see, and he breaks away from your mouth just long enough to mumble, “Careful.”
Then, he shoves.
Your legs hit the side of the sofa before you go tumbling down onto the soft cushions with a chuckle.
Your fingers instantly outstretch for his shirt to drag him down with you, and he climbs over the armrest in obedience.
You'd decided that this was no time for pleasantries and tours. You’ve wasted enough time already, but…what’s a couple more hours?
Everything is messy and rushed. There’s no place for overthinking or questions. That’ll come later.
Right now, it’s your bodies that need to speak to each other. Not your words.
He moves to your neck, pressing his lips into the skin before nipping at it gingerly. He’s gauging your reaction, and your stomach flips at this consideration.
Your hands disappear into his hair, tugging on the curls you’ve seen plastered on posters and bedroom walls for years.
You smile when you realize how soft they are.
A needy whimper follows when he sucks on the point below your ear, your hips bucking up into his as he settles between your thighs.
And just like that…it hits you.
“It was here,” you whisper suddenly, and he leans back to look at you.
“What?”
You sit up and ghost your lips across his cheek before licking at his bottom lip. “It was here. Right here on this couch. When I touched myself to the sound of your voice.”
Something flashes behind his eyes. Something primal and he squeezes your thigh in his hand before hoisting your leg around his hip.
“Yeah?” A kiss. Hard and full of devious intent. “Right here?”
“Right here,” you whisper. “Still think about it. How good it felt…listening to you. How you sound when you come. How you sound when you make me come.”
He groans as his face buries in your collarbone, his palms now slipping beneath your shirt to travel the expanse of your stomach. Smiling when it quivers. Reveling in the warmth of you.
He kisses along the only exposed part of your chest he can reach, and your head rolls back until you see nothing but stars on your ceiling.
“I think about it, too,” he admits, softly rocking his body against yours until you gasp. “But nothing I pictured came close to this. Nothing…was as good as this.”
You grin as you watch him travel down your body, lifting your shirt just enough that he can press a kiss to the space below your bra.
Then, he looks up. His lips are bright pink, and his cheeks are flushed. His hair is slightly askew but his smile…God, that smile.
“Harry?” you murmur, tracing your thumb along the curve of his chin. “I don’t wanna do it here.”
His eyebrow raises and he begins to sit up, instantly pulling his hands from you. “What’s wrong—”
“Nothing,” you say, taking hold of his jaw to yank him back down and squeeze. “Nothing, I promise. I just wanna go to my room. Wanna be able to see you and feel you. Lay you down, take care of you.”
His expression shifts. There’s so much adoration and arousal written between the lines on his face and without a second thought, he stands.
You’re scooped into his arms as you laugh. He makes sure you’re steady, legs wrapped around his waist, and arms around his neck.
And he kisses you between your instructions on where to turn. Nipping at your lip just to make you whimper.
You’re dropped onto the plush mattress, and he follows suit. Chasing after your kiss and your body as though you’re going to leave him again.
But you aren’t. You can’t. Not even if you wanted to.
“So pretty, ladybug,” he whispers, hand fiddling with the button on your jeans as you whine into his mouth. “So goddamn beautiful. Always knew you would be. Could always tell.”
You’re breathless, barely able to pant out, “Yeah?”
“Mmm. Yeah,” he echoes, tugging on the zipper until he can trace his touch along the band of your panties. “Just from the way you spoke. Just from your heart. Who you were. I knew you had to be beautiful.
Too many things happen to your heart at once.
“And you are,” he breathes, finally pushing inside as his fingers drag down your clit.
Instantly, you’re arching off the bed, chest knocking into his as you writhe and beg for more.
He smirks. “Waited a lifetime to feel this,” he says before stroking through your folds.
Then, he pulls away.
You feel as though your stomach caves in, but he remedies this by grabbing hold of the material on your legs to rip it down.
Your eyes widen, and for only a moment, you’re struck with nerves. This is Harry Styles. And he’s looking at you, looking at your body in a way nobody else ever has.
And you think about your past, and you think about your present. Think about everything that was holding you back before, and—
He hovers above you once again and smashes his lips to yours. Eager to rid you of these thoughts he can already see swimming inside your mind.
It works. Almost too perfectly as he slips his hand around the fabric of your panties before snapping it around his fist.
They flutter to the ground, and he moves next for your shirt.
You work in tandem to rid each other of the remaining clothes. Now, all that’s left is one, singular pair of briefs that keep him from you.
You swallow thickly as he pushes you back into the pillows near your headboard, wanting you to get comfy.
But he’s slow. So goddamn slow and it makes you whine as he purposefully leaves most of your body untouched in favor of kissing you.
At first, you’re tempted to think it’s out of repulsion but the gleam in his eye tells you it’s intentional. He wants to make you wait.
“Harry,” you gasp, the feeling of his mouth on your sternum almost enough to kill you. “Please…please—”
“What?” He shoots you a grin as he cages you between his arms. “Something wrong?”
You whine and squirm beneath his large, strong, and incredibly toned frame. “You’re killing me.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he hums, dipping down to nuzzle his nose against yours. “This is only the start.”
You can’t help the pout on your lips as you reach up to card your fingers through his hair, tugging him down to your mouth. “You’re mean.”
“No,” he argues with a grin. “I think this is only fair. I think it’s only right that I make you beg for me the way I had to beg for you.”
And even though the memory makes you sad, and even though the prospect of his teasing is painful…you can’t help but whimper.
“Would you like that, ladybug?” he asks, taking hold of your jaw to guide you to the side. Giving him access to your neck as he licks a stripe from the base of your throat to your ear. “Hm?”
You can say nothing. Can offer no reply or quippy remark as you melt into his touch.
"Would you?" he hums again. "Would you like me to torture you the way you tortured me?"
He won't touch you until he has your answer, although it’s nearly impossible for you to find one with him so goddamn close.
"Yes," you sigh, eyes squeezing as you attempt to steady your heart rate. Having a stroke right now would be incredibly unsexy. "Please.”
His smile widens, making your chest burst with pride. And just when you think he’s gonna kiss you…he pulls back.
He moves onto his knees now, settling into a straddle over your hips, releasing your jaw so he can trail his palms down your naked torso.
Every tiny little action, and tiny little brush has you reeling, arching off the bed in an effort to push yourself into his touch.
And he watches with a focused gleam as his fingers dance along your collarbone.
Then down your chest.
And to your belly button.
You huff when he leaves two very prominent places untouched, but he merely smirks, and continues on with his game.
His hands smooth along your sides, up and down, squeezing gently. Appreciating every inch of your body as best he can. Almost as if memorizing it. Putting an image to the voice he’s known for months.
Finally, he travels back up, and palms your breasts with a fervent reverence.
A soft moan slips from between your parted lips, head rolling back into the pillows as he cups you. Rubs you. Massages you. Things that likely shouldn’t be this hot but are helping worsen the mess between your thighs.
He has endless amounts of power right now. And you both know it.
He begins to move down your body, now straddling your legs, exposing more of your body to him.
And he takes this opportunity to gently scratch his fingers down your stomach, smiling when it quivers, before moving for your cunt.
But again, he touches you everywhere but where you need him most. Grazing his digit along your hip bone and thighs.
Then…he crouches down. He makes eye contact with your cunt, pupils dilating like he's a kid in a candy store, and your heart does cartwheels inside your chest as he dips down to press a kiss to your left hip…then to your right.
He rests his mouth against the inside of your thigh. The pink fibers of his lips painting pictures along the sensitive skin before nipping at it gently. Purposefully. Until you’re whining desperately in the back of your throat.
And you have to swallow another noise because looking at him as he does this is like torture. Making everything ten times more prominent as he moves to your other thigh, kissing it just as gingerly, and creating a trail all the way up…
He takes one, singular moment to shoot you a coy smile, almost as if anticipating your wonder before dipping back down.
And everything changes.
Fireworks scatter behind your eyelids the second he makes contact with your pussy. You aren’t sure what you expected (especially from a man who has a song about eating pussy) but it’s better than anything you could have hoped for.
Because he wants to do this. You can tell. He buries his face, his mouth, his nose into your cunt as though he can’t breathe any other way.
Purposeful licks are repeated to your clit, to your folds, over your incredibly empty hole. At first, there’s no rhyme or reason to his technique. He’s simply…tasting you. Getting familiar with your body, finding what makes it tick.
But once he figures it out, it’s game over.
You arch from the bed, knees bending beside his head as you reach down and grasp onto his hair.
He groans, loudly, and with so much appreciation. Either from the taste or from the pain, you don’t really know.
But it hardly matters because he’s pulling your clit between his teeth and tugging. Keeping it trapped in his mouth for a good few seconds before releasing it.
“Harry,” you gasp, throat going dry, and he grins.
“Shh, let me take care of this, hm?” He presses his palms to the insides of your legs to force your thighs to the bed, keeping you spread. “Taste so fucking good, lovie.”
And he’s lapping at you like you’re an ice cream cone on a hot day. Over and over and over, swallowing everything you have to offer him before nudging the tip of his tongue inside your hole.
“Fuck—” You squirm again, practically lifting off the mattress, but his large hands splay across your stomach and push you back down. “Harry, please—”
“So fucking good,” he says again, almost as if to himself. He sucks on you until you see stars, pressing his tongue flat to your folds. “God…can’t believe you get this all to yourself. Anytime you want it.”
“It’s yours,” you sigh. “S’all yours, Harry.”
He looks up, half of his face shimmering with your arousal as he grins. “Yeah?”
You squeeze his scalp harder, nodding fervently. “Yes. Yeah. Whatever you want. Yours. Take it. Take me. Please—”
He seems to bask in this idea, scooting back some to make room for his hand. His thumb is next to explore you, slipping along your silky cunt. Pressing, and rubbing, and circling.
Then, he slips his middle finger inside.
It becomes a combination of licking at your clit and fucking into you with his digit. Repeatedly. Unforgivingly. Until you can’t breathe. Until you can hardly fucking stand it.
And right before you’re given your second orgasm by this man…he stops.
Because of course he fucking stops, and you curse him to hell the moment you realize he’s pulling away from you.
He was right. This is torture.
He sits up, bending over the side of the bed so he can retrieve something from the floor. And when you see it, your stomach flips.
His belt.
He says nothing as he runs it through his hands, eyes flicking along your headboard as if in search of something.
Then, he smiles. And looks at you.
“May I?” he asks gently, refusing to move any closer until he has your consent.
But you’re already thrusting your wrists up, lip between your teeth as he smiles.
“Are you su—”
“Yes. Go. Please,” you nearly whine, nodding quickly as if to assure him.
Thankfully, it works, and he concedes to your request for speed by kneeling over your body and wrapping the leather around your arms.
It’s tight. Tight enough that your pussy throbs and your eyes glaze over. You enjoy putting your control in his hands. Maybe more than you should.
Once secure, he looks over his work, and smiles. “Good.”
You scoot up some, hoping to inspire another kiss, but instead…he leans back.
And crawls off the bed altogether.
“Well…this was fun,” he says, running a hand through his hair as he makes his way for the door. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere, yeah?”
You can’t even process the lame attempt at a joke as he slips into the hallway and disappears from sight.
In fact, you can do nothing but blink mutely and in complete shock as you’re left to stare at the empty door frame.
“Harry…” you begin hesitantly. “Where…where are you going?”
Silence. No response. No sound. No clue as to where he might be.
The blood drains from your face. “Harry, this isn’t funny.”
Nothing.
“Harry!”
You tug on the belt in hopes of setting yourself free, but can’t budge. He made sure of it.
And you’re tempted to wonder if this is payback for what you did to him. If he genuinely only lured you back so he could have a bit of revenge, and the idea is gut-wrenching—
Until he returns.
You see his face, peeking in from the hall, smug and incredibly amused.
“You…fucking…ass,” you hiss, shooting him a vicious glare. “That was not funny.”
“Wasn’t supposed to be funny,” he counters, arms crossing as he leans his shoulder against the frame and watches you.
He’s got something in his mouth. You aren’t sure what, but you can see him roll it around in his cheek and can hear the distortion in his voice.
Your eyes narrow. “What are you doing?”
“Checking on you.” It’s simple enough, but that smirk tells a different story. “How you doing, sweetheart? Feelin’ tortured yet?”
“Incredibly so,” you bite back, huffing as he finally begins to walk back into the room. “And I hate you.”
“Ouch.” He presses his palm to his chest, right over his heart as he offers a wounded frown. “That really hurts, Cheesy.”
“Oh, I’m sure. Now untie me or get on with it.”
His brow cocks up, and he places a knee on the bed beside your legs to steady himself. “Awful bossy for someone under my control.”
“Are you done with the quippy remarks or can I finish please?” you retort, noticing the way he rakes his eyes over your naked body. Admiring every inch, from your face down to your cunt. “And what the fuck is in your mouth?”
His answer comes in the form of his action. He straddles your hips once more, getting settled atop your body and leaning down until his face is near your chest.
He doesn’t even look at you as he lowers his lips and lets out a slow breath, right over your left nipple.
The air is cold—frigid—and you gasp as the nipple instantly hardens, pebbling from his freezing breath.
He’s pleased with your reaction, and pushes the object in his mouth toward his teeth, allowing you to finally see what you had begun to suspect.
A fucking ice cube.
Your expression falls into one of need as you plead with him, anxious for more as he pulls it back in and moves to your other breast.
Again, he allows the cooler air to travel over your skin until you keen, chest heaving anxiously from the idea more than the sensation.
Your arms pull on the restraints. Needing to touch him in any way you can. Or maybe touch yourself. You aren’t sure, but you love it. Need it. Need more of it.
Next, he moves to your neck, trailing the frozen liquid along the base of your throat. Ignoring your gasps and groans of ecstasy while dragging it up your jaw.
Finally…he reaches your lips. And without a moment’s hesitation, your mouths crash together, and the cube is deposited into your mouth.
Words don’t exist for you now. Nothing exists but him. And this shared connection that you’ve been fighting since that first cheese pun.
The water melts in your mouth, making the kiss that much sloppier. But neither of you seem to care as he suddenly grinds his hips down into yours, covered cock like heroin to your pussy as he teases you with a taste.
“Shit.” Your skin burns from the leather keeping it bound, but it makes you whimper with pure bliss. “Harry, please—”
He’s silent as he maneuvers back down your body, lips puckering as he hovers near your cunt.
And spits.
He let’s cold saliva dribble from his mouth to your clit, smirking proudly when you make a noise that resembles a helpless cry.
It’s one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen, followed instantly by his beautiful fingers that begin to work the wetness in beside your own.
The sounds are stunning. Perfect, and lewd, and delicious. Almost as delicious as he is, and you quiver at the sight of him so concentrated on your pussy.
“Harry,” you exhale, desperate for his attention. “Please…please, I can’t…I need—”
“Need what?” There’s an almost cruel undertone to the question. Sadistic, in every sense of the word. “Need…my cock?”
Just the word has a shiver rolling down your spine. “Yes.”
You sound shy. Timid, almost, and you hate it. Because there is nothing in the world you want more than this glorious man’s cock and that is nothing to be ashamed of.
He hums, watching as you wiggle your hips against his hand, hoping to encourage more stimulation. “I bet you do. But I don’t know if you deserve it.”
Again, your lips push into a remorseful pout. “I do, I promise.”
“Do you?” He tsks, sliding in a thick digit and watching as your hole stretches for him. He smiles. “I don’t know. Think you’re lucky to get my fingers.”
“Please,” you try again. “I’m tortured, I promise. Just need you—”
“You think this is torture, my love?” His tongue runs over his bottom lip as he finds your eyes. “No, we’re just getting started.”
It’s thrilling and devastating all at once, and you practically wilt into the mattress as you whine.
“If you really want me to stop, I will,” he finally concedes, and you perk up at the thought before he adds, “But if we stop…then it all stops. I'll keep you tied up right here while I go for a walk. Or maybe I’ll watch some TV. Learn to bake scones."
You mewl again as he grins.
“And you?” He dips down, allowing his lips to ghost over yours. “You’ll be right here. Right where I left you. Stuck. Unable to come until I feel nice enough to let you.”
“Harry,” you gasp, trying to lift to kiss him, but he backs away just as quickly as he appeared.
“I wanna play with you a bit more,” he says next, ignoring your pleas. “And then maybe I’ll be nice.”
A second finger is added. Stroking your inner walls until you lift from the bed. Grinding against his hand like you won’t be able to breathe if he doesn’t give it to you.
He works you back up the peak. A steady incline meant to ruin you further. He doesn’t fuck into you as quickly as before. Now he takes his time. As if memorizing the feel of your pussy in his hand. Of the way you clench and quiver.
Which you don’t mind. You’d stay here with him forever as long as he kept touching you. As long as he kept looking at you the way he is now.
He ignores every noise you make to concentrate on the way your body looks. On the way you’re forced open for his fingers. On the way your tight, little hole looks when it’s void of digits, fluttering around nothing until he finally gives you what you need.
Sinking into you seems to be his favorite part from the way his brows furrow and his teeth grit. The hardening in his briefs making the case that he’s losing this battle just as quickly as you are.
But he doesn’t focus on his pleasure. He focuses on you. At least right now. Lets his thumb press into your clit before dragging it around in fast circles. Just to watch you squeeze your eyes shut and pull on the restraint.
He kisses along your neck, down your stomach, and anywhere he can reach. His other free hand switches between fondling and palming at your chest to squeezing your love handles, your legs, and eventually, your neck.
He tilts your face up, his pressure light but firm, and soon, you’re gasping again, that light at the end of the tunnel much brighter than it was before.
And that blinding pleasure finds you once more as you’re brought to the brink for a second time. He’ll give it to you this time, you know he will. He’ll be so good to you. Let you come on his fingers, then suck you clean—
It stops. All of it. Again. Just as you’re about to come, and he’s pulling his hand away before you can even wrap your head around it.
“Harry,” you gasp, dumbstruck by the notion of him doing this to you again. “Please—”
“See, this what it felt like,” he whispers, bracing himself with an arm beside your head while his other fingers begin pulling down his briefs. “This is exactly how it fucking felt to get so close to you…only to have you walk away.”
Tears slip up the back of your throat as you peer up at him, muscles aching from the strain of your wrestling against the belt. “I’m sorry—”
“I know,” he hums, dipping down to press his lips to your cheek. “And I know why you did it. Not mad at you, sweetheart. Just want you to share this pain with me.”
He pulls his cock out. And it’s glorious. So fucking glorious. Hard and long and like a fucking ice cream cone.
And it looks exceptional in his hand. With the golden rings on his fingers still dripping in you. You practically stick your tongue out in wait as he begins to stroke himself, eager for his offering.
But he doesn’t offer it to you. Instead, his lashes flutter as he begins to work your arousal over his swollen tip. Gasping at the feel while you’re left to stare.
He’s not going to give you his cock.
He’s gonna fuck his fist right over your aching body as you’re left to do nothing but watch him.
This…is the real torture.
“Harry,” you try again, arching up in an attempt to reach him. “Fuck, wait. Wait, let me.”
He doesn’t even look at you. Squeezes his eyes shut as his chin drops to his chest, little curls dancing down onto his forehead.
The arm beside you is flexing as he keeps himself up, and his cock is only inches—inches—from your cunt yet so far away.
You want to be a part of his pleasure more than anything in the world. Want to be the reason he feels good and it kills you not to be able to help. Kills you that you can’t touch him the way you’ve been desperate to since that phone call.
And then…he fucking whimpers.
A sound so soft, so desperate, it makes your lungs ache.
“Baby,” he breathes, working his hand a little faster as he grips the base. “Fuck…feels so good.”
Again, you yank on the headboard, and feel the tears gather in your eyes when you’re kept from him.
You try to touch him in any other way. You bring your knees to his hips and squeeze. Let your legs brush against his. Bury your face in his arm.
“Harry, please,” you whisper, and you sound so dejected, it makes his breath hitch.
His forehead drops to your chest, seemingly overcome by the sensation as the muscles in his back constrict from the pleasure.
“So fucking good,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your skin. “Fuck…I needed this. Needed you.”
You choke on a whine, livid with him for making you sit and watch. For making you need him just as much.
“Touch me, baby,” he gasps before it melts into another needy whine. “Shit…touch me, please.”
“I’m trying,” you pant, once again bucking up in an effort to reach him. But you can’t quite make it. “Fuck, Harry. Please…please let me touch you. Let me go. Let me help—”
He doesn't answer, instead releasing a deep breath against your skin, his sweaty forehead pressed firmly to your collarbone.
"Please," he finally says, but it’s lost beneath a strained inhale as he increases the speed of his strokes, nearing his release.
And you groan, tears beginning to slip down your face. He’s going to kill you. This is going to kill you.
“Need you, lovie,” he moans, face burying into your neck. “Fucking need you, ladybug, please—”
“Harry,” you cry, and it’s the most pitiful sound you’ve ever made.
You’ve never wanted anything more in your life. Never wanted to be with anybody as badly as you need to be with him. Never needed release as badly as you need his. Because you realize you’d do anything for him. Give up your own orgasms to make him happy. You’d give up everything to make him happy.
And that’s when it hits you.
“Okay,” you nearly shout, hiccuping through your anguish. “Okay, I get it. It hurts, Harry, I know. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. You’re right, it fucking hurts, and I hate it. I hate this—please. Let me touch you, I have to touch you.”
His head lifts at your confession, and when those lust clouded eyes find yours…he finally smiles.
He wanted you to know exactly how it fucking felt to be kept from what you want. The pain and the torture of needing someone who won’t have you. He wanted you to beg for him the way he had to beg for you.
Even if he understands why…he wanted you to know.
And you do. You really fucking do.
His strokes begin to slow, and although you can tell he’s still overcome with his own ecstasy, he nods at you to continue.
“I understand,” you repeat, sniffling as the raw honesty finally reaches him. “I do. And I’m so sorry. Never hurt you again. Just please…please untie me. Let me help. Need to touch you, need…want to touch you.”
At first, nothing changes. His hand continues its lazy pace along his cock before finally, something snaps behind his eyes.
In an instant, he’s reaching up, and flicking the tie undone, allowing your arms to fall beside your head.
You nearly cry with relief before grabbing onto his face to kiss him. Hands clutching his cheeks so tight, you won’t be surprised if you hurt him.
But he doesn’t mind. Of course he doesn’t mind, instead groaning against your tongue as he drags his tip along your pussy to collect you.
And you’re reminded of what you both want, simultaneously rushing to guide him inside of you.
He leaves your lips only to line himself up, pushing your thigh to the bed to allow him a perfect visual.
The appreciative groans that fall from his tongue nearly ruin you, and you can see how enamored he is with your body as he teases you a time or two more, sliding up and down your pussy before finally pushing in.
And this…
Everything has led you to this moment. From the very first text to the meeting in the diner to kissing him in the theater.
This is where you were always meant to find yourselves.
The two of you only have enough patience for about thirty seconds of adjustment before you become rabid. It's urgent, hard, and fast. Just like everything else about this encounter, and you revel in every moment.
His hands grip onto your hips to angle you before they’re placed near your head. His fingers curl into the blanket, fisting it tight in his palms as he thrusts forward, head dropping into your shoulder.
Your own nails are clawing down his back, pulling him as far into you as you can get him, and moaning whenever he hits the perfect spot.
Your legs have wrapped around his waist, practically attaching him to you as you feel his body roll.
Your skin is sweaty, and sticky, and your breathing is ragged. The noises you’re making are wildly incoherent, but the movements feel strangely coordinated. As if it was always meant to be you.
"Fuck, this is so much better," he grunts into your ear, and perhaps if you weren’t so lost on him, you’d laugh. "Nothing else feels like you do, baby. Nothing."
And you want to respond, but his deep thrusts seem to knock the words right out of you.
"Never again," he whispers. "Never gonna wait this long again. Almost killed me."
“You?” you snort, and he smiles into your neck.
He moves one hand back to your hip before he’s wrapping his entire arm around your lower back. Lifting it from the bed to create a newer angle before continuing his fervent rhythm.
You can feel how deep his fingers have disappeared into your skin, but you don't care. You don’t think you’ll care about anything else ever again. All you want is to hear him make those wonderful noises again as his face screws up with pleasure.
And it’s strange because you spent so much of the afternoon begging for your own release…only to desperately need his instead.
The sound of your bodies connecting echoes around the room. Skin slapping, thrusts wet, moans lewd and loud.
He kisses your shoulder as a reminder that he’s still there but you can tell he’s distracted. So, you take the opportunity to do it yourself.
You move your lips along his neck, then down to where it meets his chest before licking at the salty skin.
You take every chance that you’re offered to touch him, hands scraping down the muscles beside his spine, tangling in his hair, squeezing his arms. You can't seem to get enough, and with every graze of your fingertips, he sighs, thrusting harder just so you’ll scratch him again.
Eventually, the pleasure is too much, and he drops your hip as his body grinds into yours.
The pressure of his weight against you feels so perfect. Like a magic trick, luring you into another plane of existence as you’re lost in the bliss.
He’s nearing his release, stuttering some as he meets your eye. You’d already talked about birth control and condoms back in the taxi, but he looks for confirmation now.
You nod.
With that, he fills you. And it’s warm and long and it makes your mind go fuzzy even before he reaches down to pinch your clit.
He needs you to come with him. Needs to feel you, too, and after already being edged twice, it doesn’t take long.
The mind-numbing wave of euphoria crashes over the shore of your subconscious and you’re almost sure you black out. Clenching around him as he whispers your name and kisses you to the other side.
Three orgasms are rolled into one, dragging you beneath the wave of coherency until all you feel is him and his touch.
And just when you think it’s over, he pulls out, and settles back down beside your knees.
His mouth is on you again. Licking, and sucking, and swallowing both of you with his tongue. Everything that drips from your pussy is taken between his lips as he groans, and pushes you into a second orgasm.
The overstimulation to your already abused cunt just about kills you, but there will never be anything hotter than watching his come and your own drip down his chin.
And after you’ve been ruined a second time, he seems satisfied, returning to your embrace so he can grab onto your jaw and demand your tongue.
He offers you a taste. Lets it dribble into your mouth as you whimper and eagerly accept the salty taste of you both.
And he kisses you. Shares so many things with you through his lips alone, more than words will ever be able to describe. And you lose yourself in him.
Not for the last time.
The next thing you become aware of is his body collapsing onto yours. His chest melded to your own, his face nuzzled into your throat.
And maybe it’s a little hard to breathe, but you don’t even mind. Because this is the best you’ve felt in years.
He stays for the rest of the night. Takes you to the shower with him and cleans you both up. Smiles when he sees the hickeys and marks he’s left.
You talk for hours. Sitting on your bed in your fluffy robes as you get to know each other. Really know each other.
He tells you stories until the sun comes up. And you listen and laugh and fall hopelessly in love with the stranger in your phone.
Who isn’t a stranger anymore.
And as the sunlight dances through your curtains come morning, you realize one very important thing:
This is only the beginning.
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getting my nails done, singing songs from early 2000s and talking fanfiction with my friends. just doin hot gay girl shit you know
#harry potter fanfiction#being spoiled by big cheese#i love this place#living lesbian wolfstar life#hot girl shit
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...So you tie up your hair
and you smile like it's no big deal...
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can't write the actual post so here's just the idea, the vague suggestion of one: disco characters in revacholian wawa
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John B’s Girl | JJ Maybank Fic
Summary: JJ Maybank was absolutely screwed. So detrimentally screwed. John B was going to actually end him. The blonde haired surfer had a thing for his best friend’s girl, (Y/N) Cameron. And when JJ notices something he shouldn’t, all bets are off.
Word Count: 6.8K, (18+, Minors DNI, Mature Audience)
Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, semi-public sex, cheating, dirty talking, thigh riding, car sex, mention of toys, alcohol, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), degrading, Dark!JJ, JJxReader, John BxReader, Cameron!Reader, sprinkles of fluff included, I think I might’ve made Dark!John B too by accident, etc.
Please read warnings before continuing. Really tempted to make a second part if anyone wants it! The ending kinda makes me think a second part is just necessary. Mostly unedited.
Constructive criticism and requests open on my page. I write about Harry, 5SOS, Outer Banks, and TSITP! Thank you x
It’s been an entire week of watching (Y/N) Cameron unraveling before JJ’s blue eyes.
JJ has no idea how the girl got herself into this predicament, and he certainly doesn’t understand how he’s been the only one out of his friends to notice what’s been going on between John B and his girlfriend.
Actually he does understand why, but he refuses to admit it. How could he ever come clean about the way his body ached when she was near? Or how his heart thumped out of his chest when she would accidentally brush her bare skin against his during hot summer days on the H.M.S. Pogue. Even the tender way she’d brush loose strands of blonde hair from his forehead in passing would send shocks of electricity to every corner of his body.
But this annoyingly long week was painfully different from the rest.
(Y/N) had done something on Monday.
JJ wasn’t sure what, but he knew something she had done had sent John B off the deep end. Because for the whole day, John B wouldn’t spare a kind glance her way. No matter how many times she’d initiate a conversation, nudge his arm, intertwine their hands, or even sit on his lap, John B was an absolute rock. His responses were short and curt and his eyes would focus on anything but her.
The next day is when John B really enacted his revenge.
(Y/N) was doing everything she could to get back into his good graces. That morning, she woke up early to stop at the grocery store. Buying so many things that JB’s fridge was fully stocked when she returned.
Breakfast was her first attempt. There was bacon crisping in the oven, sending a mouthwatering aroma to every Pogue in The Chateau. She was scrambling eggs on the stovetop for everyone, with a smaller pan on the side that contained eggs with cheese. By the time the toast was popping out of the toaster oven, everyone had come alive with growling stomachs.
JJ and Pope had dug right in, surprised but also very wonderfully pleased by the first home cooked meal they’d had in a while. Kie had given her a big hug first, requesting that (Y/N) wake her up next time to lend her a hand. But even as John B was served his favorite eggs with cheese for just him, he gave them the tiniest nibble, before pushing his plate away.
“Not hungry,” he shrugged moving on to a refreshing morning shower instead with even as much as a sympathetic glance back.
Kie and Pope were lost in conversation, but JJ had been a witness to it all. More than anything, he noticed the way her entire demeanor deflated as John B stalked off. The excited glint in her eyes was extinguished in haste. The crinkles at the corner of her eyes vanished alongside her smile. His heart squeezed at the sight. JJ had wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and pepper her with millions of soft, thankful kisses. Nothing she could’ve done would’ve been enough for JJ to evoke the same reaction out of her if she was his.
That afternoon, however, is when things took a completely opposite direction.
Energized by their hearty breakfast, they all decided it was a perfect sunny day to do some fishing and swimming. Kie and Pope had canonballed into the clear blue water when it happened. JJ was grabbing a beer from the cooler as (Y/N) sat next to John B who was laying on a towel, perched at the front of the boat.
She had leaned down to speak something privately into his ear. Except he shook his head, face devoid of any emotion. “You’ve been a bad girl (Y/N). You don’t deserve any attention,” his hushed dismissal was the only thing JJ managed to catch. The pout on her plump lips and furrowed eyebrows told JJ everything he needed to know. The gears clicked together in his head almost too quickly.
(Y/N), out of all people, had a praise kink that John B was currently exploiting.
The realization went straight to his crotch, his swimming trunks horribly constricting for the entire day. It made so much sense. She aimed to please, getting so excited when someone was happy with something she did. He honestly felt foolish for not catching on sooner. If someone asked JJ if he jacked off to her sweet voice begging him to destroy her in his imagination, he would immediately deny it.
By Wednesday, JJ was hooked.
There was no conversation that could capture his focus for long. Every moment of his time was devoted to her. The urges JJ had to rush to her and be her new source of comfort were becoming overwhelming but so was the need to bend her over any flat surface. He was on the verge of being diagnosed as bipolar with the amount of times his mood would swing. Every disheartened expression or bite of a lip had JJ physically twitching to remedy her frustration. But anytime she’d sit on John B’s lap and search for forgiveness with gentle touches and suggestive whispers, JJ would have to excuse himself to hide the new semi he was sporting.
(Y/N) and John B cuddled together during a movie night on Thursday evening. JJ thought for a split second that (Y/N) had finally wormed her way through John B’s walls. It didn’t even make sense to him how his best friend had managed to hold out for so long when she was completely irresistible. A little part of him was curious to know what she had done that originally started this. What had angered JB enough to drag this punishment out? By the relaxed tone throughout the movie, he figured he’d never get the answer to that question. At least he’d be able to go back to regular conversations instead of consistently excusing himself to the restroom.
But of course, JJ never seems to catch a break.
Kie had disappeared from the living room at some point to sleep in the guest bedroom. Choosing a comfortable bed over morning neck pain. Pope was on the couch, mouth drooling onto the cushion that was propped under his head. JJ had been basically forced into the sleeping bag on the floor with one measly pillow. Aside from the discomfort of the wooden floor, he had managed to fall into a deep sleep. There was a sudden noise lulling him awake.
Soft, harsh pants stirred him from his dreams.
The movie was still playing on the screen, but the volume had been turned down to leave background noise. Even with the quiet chatter, JJ heard the distinct, “please John B,” that fell from (Y/N)‘s lips followed by an angry scoff. His blue eyes peeked open, just the slightest bit, only to feel like he could pass out from what was occurring on the single seat next to the couch.
(Y/N) was sitting on John B’s thigh, hips grinding down at a rapid pace to chase her end. All the while JB was focused on the screen not paying any mind to the horny girl riding him. JJ could see the wet stains on her cheeks, beads of sweat falling down her forehead. She was moving with urgency, obviously close to her orgasm.
“Can’t believe you have the audacity to beg me to touch you after what you did,” John B muttered furiously in response to her. The only crack in his hard interior that let JJ know he was affected by (Y/N)’s actions was the tight grip at her hip. His other hand was lazily holding the remote on the beige armrest to exaggerate his disinterest. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry,” she pleaded as her hips faltered. The closer she got to her end, the haze in her mind would betray her. Slowing her movements just as she was on the verge of falling into the abyss and traitorously bringing her back.
He snicked at her, feeling her feeble attempts to get herself off on his thigh. She had wet through her panties hours ago, drenching John B’s thigh and the inner corners of hers. Her apologies were falling on deaf ears. “I’m not helping you. You’re lucky I’m even letting you cum when you’ve been such a bad girl. Sluts like you don’t deserve it.” His filthy words were what did it. Instead of being put off by them, the quickening of her pace and quiet whine that escaped her lips let JJ know that she enjoyed being degraded.
(Y/N)’s movement came to a sharp halt, thighs squeezing around John B as her orgasm washed over her in waves. Her entire body tensed up, face twisting in pleasure. Underneath the over-sized t-shirt her shoulders shook slightly. For the sake of not being caught by the others, it took all her strength to keep the noises at bay while threatening to spill over at any given moment. JJ thinks he might be the one to beg to hear those sounds next. She collapsed against him, scratching at his chest with a small cry when he grinded up against her overstimulated pussy.
JJ didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.
He found himself in the shower again hours later, fisting his cock repeatedly until he was cumming harder than he ever thought he could.
Friday night was finally the last nail hammered into his coffin.
The party was booming, every Kook, Pogue, and Touron joining together for an epic get together at the Boneyard. Alcohol was influencing the rager, people dancing around the bonfire with high spirits. They had all ridden in the Twinkie together but gradually dispersed throughout the night. Pope was trying, and failing, to flirt with a brown-haired Touron who was too drunk to understand. She was cute but clueless. Kie was dancing in the crowd with John B, enjoying the music and winding down from an eventful day at The Wreck. She was oblivious to the fact that the nonchalant guy in front of her wasn’t paying a lick of attention.
JJ was leaning against a palm tree, crushing a can of beer in his hand. He had been in a fowl mood all day, snapping at everyone over the smallest of inconveniences. He couldn’t help it, nothing he had done was able to satisfy his persistent hard-on. Any time (Y/N) was within his eyesight, even momentarily, all the blood would rush down between his legs. Every hair flip made JJ want to grab it into a ponytail and tug hard. Inches of exposed skin silently requesting to be marked by his teeth. JJ was so sexually frustrated that he was honestly considering taking some girl home tonight.
The idea was tempting as his blue irises raked through the crowd. There were some good options available. Sophie, his old friends with benefits, had been eyeing him all night. A red haired girl had flirted with him when he retrieved his second beer. Shit there was even a drunk Kook that had been throwing herself at him if push came to shove. Still, none of them were what he actually craved deep in his bones. Subconsciously, JJ found the girl he had been really after.
(Y/N) was seated on a log in front of the fire wearing a white flowy dress that ended at the middle of her thighs. It had two straps at the top that tied behind her neck. She was free of make-up, her natural features mesmerizing JJ even from a distance. Her silky hair was blowing past her shoulders in the soft night breeze.
The fire lit up her face with hues of red and orange. Her head was tilted up slightly, eyes sealed shut. She seemed distracted, mind far away from the craziness surrounding her. JJ’s head shifted to the side in curiosity as he noted the odd behavior. He watched as (Y/N) pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down harshly. Her hands had a death-like grip on the wood below her. Something was clearly wrong.
A surge of worry passed by JJ, wondering if the girl was okay. This week had been rougher on her than any of the other Pogues knew. He was the only one besides John B that was aware of the inner turmoil she was experiencing. This meant, Kie, (Y/N)’s best friend and confidante wasn’t clued into this secret that JJ had unintentionally stumbled upon. There was no way she could know the girl needed somebody. Deciding that he needed to take it upon himself to check up on her, JJ’s legs moved before his brain did.
He took a couple of strides in her direction with no decipherable sentence coming to mind. JJ had to think a little more instead of acting on a whim. He found comfort for his nerves in the red hat being snugly placed on his hair backwards before finally sitting down next to her. “Hey, you okay?” JJ’s tone held more compassion than usual, opting to rip off the band aid. Their normal playful banter was replaced by genuine emotion that JJ was struggling to contain.
(Y/N) didn’t even notice him sit until his voice was bringing her back from the pleasure she was floating off into. Her eyes were dark, filled with lust as they landed on JJ’s. Now that he was actually sitting next to her, able to properly focus and analyze her behavior, the color drained from his face as he became all too aware. Her thighs were pressed together tightly, nails digging into the wood. (Y/N) was breathing heavily, vibrations from the plug John B had inserted before leaving The Chateau were teasing her. Her boyfriend held the remote to the stupid thing and he had been turning it off and on all night. Sometimes she’d be in a casual conversation and have to excuse herself because he’d purposefully turn on the highest setting. Even making her spill a little bit of beer down her chin in front of Kie.
By now, (Y/N) was desperate. She was squirming in her seat, holding back the pornographic moans this device had taken her to. After withholding sex from her the entire week and choosing to insert this new toy he had purposefully disappeared earlier to buy, she was like a rabid animal. The intensity of repeatedly being brought to the brink and then cut off had broken any sense of normalcy she had managed to maintain. The fiery passion in her eyes was undeniable. “I-I’m okay- yeah,” (Y/N) practically squeaked out, one hand moving to crumble the hem of her dress in a fist.
John B was insatiable from where he stood. Although he was well aware of the state he had led his girlfriend into, just the sight of JJ sitting next to her set him off. His hand reached into his jean pocket, clasping the cheap plastic and turning on the max speed with several clicks to the plus sign on the right. It was stupid and idiotic, but the jealousy that flared didn’t let him act clearly.
(Y/N) tried to contain a gasp as her body jumped slightly at the sudden change. She knew exactly what John B was doing. He was marking his territory in front of JJ, who by the look in his face obviously knew what was going on. Without an inkling about how JJ felt, John B was still going out of his way to prove (Y/N) was his. Making her cum inches away from his best friend.
JJ knew it. Saw her eyes roll to the back, her mouth drop open and nose scrunch up. The pleasure overcame her body. The orgasm ripped through her body after being edged for so long. Her toes curled as John B forced her to ride out her high in front of him with no mercy. She was unable to hide the twitch of her thighs. Tears from the pleasure mixed in with embarrassment. JJ was frozen, rock solid in his cargo shorts. His face gave nothing away except his acknowledgment of the situation. The words to describe the hunger he felt had yet to be invented. At the same time his outrage at John B’s intentional deed simmered over.
The tension in the air was palpable with deafening silence consuming them. There was no ounce of awkwardness with the way both of them were stuck in their heads. She swallowed hard, looking away as her bottom lip trembled. Seeing as John B had no intentions of turning it off, only lowering the setting, she chose to retreat. There was no explanation that could hide or sugarcoat the truth. (Y/N) got up muttering an unintelligible excuse before she was disappearing behind the fire with a walk of shame.
JJ’s entire body was hot with adrenaline and need. A primal need to fuck the girl into oblivion was no longer in his control. The pure desire radiating off her body had pushed JJ past the boundary of respect. John B smirking victoriously towards Kie did nothing to aid JJ, only encouraged him to follow in the path that (Y/N) had headed towards.
She had found safety next to the Twinkie, crying freely into the crease of her elbow against the window. The vibrator was still going, overstimulating her yet she knew better than to take it out without being told to. John B had gone too far, giving in to the green eyed monster that veered his head. Her body was almost clinging to the van at this point when calloused fingers ran up the back of her thigh.
The warm touch alerted her to the presence of somebody behind her. (Y/N)’s back arched slightly on instinct, finally getting what she was craving. She felt so depraved, so starved. Just a simple graze had goosebumps spreading like wildfire. “John B- please- I-I can’t anymore. Take it out,” she cried pathetically, begging for some form of release.
JJ groaned at the tone of her voice, so ready and desperate. It was taking all his willpower to not bend her over right now and ram himself inside of her. Without speaking, his hand continued to travel up her thigh painfully slow. In her daze she missed the hesitancy in the touch that would’ve been hasty and quick had it been John B. His eyes were trained on the dress that was hiking up, exposing a delicious set of red lace panties. Precum stained his boxers just from the sight. JJ grabbed a handful of her ass cheek tightly, reveling in the way she pushed her ass out to him and whined.
“I’m gonna warn you right now (Y/N). If I’m the one that takes it out, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to forget what his name is,” JJ growled into her ear, hot breath washing over her hypersensitive skin. (Y/N) recognized the voice immediately, feeling the cold rings that belonged to this particular Pogue cooling her ass through the pain of the grip. Her forehead fell onto the window, a pitiful whimper responding to JJ’s offer. It was wrong, so so wrong. But the bulge pressing into her ass had her eyes fluttering shut.
JJ’s logic had quite literally left planet Earth. The only thing on his mind was her. The fear of rejection wasn’t even present. His hand confidently found a home in the curve of her hip, squeezing it tightly as he ground his cock into her ass pushing her further against the van. They both moaned, any hesitation fully dissipating with the wind.
“Take it out- take it out JJ,” she gasped, his name sounding like heaven as it fell from her lips. His new mission was to hear her scream it. JJ moved with newfound purpose, flipping her over harshly before he crouched down. “Hold your dress up and spread your legs,” the dominant tone of JJ’s voice sent a new rush of slickness down her thighs.
This was JJ, her boyfriends best friend, pulling down her panties in one swift move and licking his lips ready to devour her. “JJ please,” she was so vocal, feeding into his own filthy nature. What really almost made him cum in his black boxers was the sight before him. Her pussy was glistening, wrapped tightly around the softly buzzing vibrator. Her clit was swollen, puckering and aching. He licked his lips, imprinting this image in his brain.
JJ grabbed onto the end of it, teasingly pulling it out of her and back in which earned him a breathless moan. Her hips pushed down against it automatically, chasing the feeling. “You’ve been such a good girl all night, taking it so well,” JJ’s words had her free hand gripping the handle to the door. Without even letting her process it, his fingers were replacing the vibrator which found solace in JJ’s back pocket.
He shoved two fingers in deep, coating them with her previous orgasm in a matter of seconds. JJ nudged every corner, hitting every spot reachable in this position. He moved with skill, determination clear in the way his lips wrapped around her nub and sucked. (Y/N)’s breath was knocked out of her lungs at the sensation. Her jaw slacks from the pleasure as the spark at the pit of her belly grows into an untamable fire. JJ moved like a man who needed this to survive. He flattened his tongue against her clit, the tip poking into the entrance where his fingers were sliding in and out with ease. Finally tasting her sweetness forced a moan to ripple through him and into her.
(Y/N)’s head fell back against the window hard enough to hurt and yet she didn’t feel it at all. All her senses were hyper focused on the man between her legs. Each flicker of his tongue would make her knees go out. She would’ve been on the ground already had it not been for JJ’s hand digging into her thigh to keep her up as well as open. A particular curve of his finger had a high pitched noise tumbling out. JJ didn’t miss a beat, continuing with a new rhythm as he memorized what made her walls clench around him.
“I-I’m gonna- JJ, fuck,” she couldn’t even finish her sentence but he knew exactly what she was going to say. Everything became blurry, her chest heaving from the change in his movements. The muscles in her thighs tense, attempting to close subconsciously but JJ refuses to let them. His fingers dig into her thigh so hard they’ll be bruises in the shape of his hand tomorrow. Her climax was rapidly approaching, knot tightening in her abdomen.
His tongue circled her relentlessly. Everything wrong with what they were doing secretly inflamed her heat. (Y/N)’s mind went hazy from the increasing thrusts of his fingers. The pleasure exploding inside of her in a gut twisting way. JJ watched her face twist from the blissful waves causing her eyes to close. The intensity made her mind go blank as a string of curses were spoken. He forced her to ride out her high by lapping up everything that landed on his tongue. He savored the taste, unforgivingly continuing until her body was shaking from the stimulation.
(Y/N) didn’t even get a break. She was unable to catch a breath with JJ’s merciless assault. Her hand moved from the door to his head, pushing the cap off in favor of grabbing his blonde hair. He finally eased up when he was satisfied, pulling his mouth away and not hesitating to lick his lips. “Taste so fucking good princess,” JJ breathed out while his fingers gradually came to a stop. She squeezed his hair, a whimper coming out. It was hard to believe this was JJ Maybank below her, eyes gleaming after eating her out alive.
He stood up, moving the hand that had left imprints to fist her loose hair and tilt her head up. “Suck it off my fingers,” he demanded. The authoritative tone left her with no option but to open her mouth. Her tongue slipped between the two fingers sucking them clean without breaking eye contact. JJ’s already darkening eyes were pitch black now, hints of blue disappearing at her eagerness.
“You like that don’t you? Sucking your cum off my fingers. Wonder how your little boyfriend would feel if he saw you right now,” JJ taunted her. Tears brimmed the edges of her eyes but her thighs moved to shut. JJ’s knee shot out before they could, grinding up against her overly sensitive mound. He was rewarded with a delicious moan that reminded him of his leaking member that was still trapped. “Say it princess. Whose gonna fuck you and make you cum a second time in a row?” The fingers that were in her mouth moved to wrap around her throat. He gave her the freedom to speak, his forehead dangerously close to hers. Their lips could meet if she moved just a little closer. The curiosity to find out what kissing him would feel like distracted her. The soft squeeze at her throat broke her out of the trance, reminding her to respond.
(Y/N) nodded for no reason, hips pushing down against JJ’s thigh to show how much she still wanted him. “You JJ. You’re gonna fuck me and make me cum again. Please- want it so bad, want your cock inside of me,” the neediness in her tone sent JJ into a frenzy. No imagination could come close to the real thing. His neck shot forward, their lips molding together in a passionate kiss. They moved in sync while JJ’s hand slid down, pulling at the strings of her dress to undo the knot in a swift move. His hand skimmed further down, kneading and squeezing every inch of her skin from her curves to her ass.
She was mewling in his mouth, every caress weakening her. It was hard to feel guilty with the way the rough pads of his fingers ran across her scorching hot skin. Her hands moved to unbutton his shorts falling prey to her desires. “Need it J,” the sincerity is what snapped him back into action.
JJ untangled their bodies to open the Twinkie, taking her hand so that she was standing in front of him and could go in first. Without saying it, he placed his palm at the center of her back. A soft push let her know to get onto all fours on the soft fabric of the seats. The van door slammed shut behind them before he was shoving his clothes off with urgency. A thought lit up like a light bulb inside his head as he finished undressing.
“If you want me to give you what needy sluts like you deserve, you need to answer my question,” JJ stated seriously as his hands tucked under the top of her dress. Now with the strap off, he was able to peel off the dress from top to bottom. The panties that had only been able to reach her mid thigh before JJ lost it, slipped off alongside the dress. Confusion settled into (Y/N)’s expression. Her right cheek was pressed into the seat, only getting a small glimpse of JJ’s face. “I’ll answer anything JJ please,” the apprehension as to what the question could be was drowned out by the throbbing between her legs. The anticipation was eating her alive and he was on an unholy plight to push every single one of her buttons.
JJ smirked devilishly while leaning down to press his bare chest against her back. His cock was standing up, solid from days of built up tension. He slid between her wet folds, earning moans from the both of them. “What did you do that made John B so mad?” He whispered into her ear before resting his forehead on the back of her head. His lips ghosted over the skin at the nape of her neck sending chills down her spine. It took a moment for her to put together what he was saying. The realization dawned on her face, unable to admit what he wanted to hear. JJ’s suspicion grew with the way her breathing stuttered.
“Doesn’t matter J, just fuck me,” she attempted to sway him away from the topic but being told to ignore it only made him more persistent. “Ah, ah,” he tsked in a disapproving tone. JJ moved his hips to continue teasing her, gradually sliding between her lips and get himself wet with all her juices. He’d move so far down that his tip would just barely nudge against her hole and then proceed to slide back. His hands disappeared around (Y/N)’s sides, grabbing hold of her breasts and massaging them roughly. His fingertips found her already hardened nipples, tugging and pulling to get his point across. “You want me to fuck your tight cunt? You’re gonna have to tell me sweet girl. Because I’ll walk away right now.”
(Y/N) whined in frustration. JJ’s attempts to make her comply worked all to well. Her heart was racing with impatience and every nerve ending was shot. She could feel just how long and big he was. It made her tighten pathetically around nothing. She wanted to cry to express the distress she was feeling. His hands played at her nipples, fogging her mind up even further. A high pitched noise waved the white flag as she gave in to his attack. The risk of JJ leaving right now outweighed the shitstorm that inevitably followed the truth. “I flirted with you Sunday night.”
JJ paused, his hope flourishing into fact. What JJ had deemed a concocted idea was in fact more than just a sexually fueled imagination.
(Y/N) walked into the kitchen, hair wet from a recent shower. Despite an exhausting day surfing at the beach, she still managed to walk with a bounce in her step and a smile on her lips. Her attitude was always contagious and distracting. “Hey J, not coming out for the movie?” she questioned, digging into the freezer. All the Pogues were camped out in the living room to watch a new movie while JJ was perched on the counter top with a beer in hand.
He ran his fingers through his hair, watching as she pulled out the last chocolate fudge bar which halted his answer. His eyebrow raised as she whirled around to him. She removed the plastic casing with no rush in the world, before wrapping her plump lips around the bar. JJ’s blue eyes trailed downwards, captivated by the way she bobbed her head up and down in such a suggestive way. Her question was long forgotten with a lick of his dry lips.
“That’s my bar,” JJ stated avoiding a comment on the affect her actions were having on him. He was also technically correct. Nobody else ate the fudge bars except for him. Although, he had been noticing that he was reaching the end of the box quicker than normal. Apparently he discovered the culprit. It was hard to actually take it seriously though, not when he could swear there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. Like she purposefully put on a show for him.
(Y/N) simply tilted her head to side biting her bottom lip. “And what are you going to do about it?” The question was innocent. Yet it sounded so risqué. Like she was tempting him to take it further than that. His muscles twitched to grab her right there. But John B clearing his throat from the kitchen entrance snapped JJ out of whatever that was.
He was too consumed by her lips, her doe eyes, the way her cheeks hollowed around the bar, all of it. JJ had barely noticed John B in that moment. The thought that he might’ve heard or seen anything didn’t even cross JJ’s mind. He just quickly got up and rushed past them to the living room. He had written the whole thing off. It was easier to convince himself that he had probably imagined the whole thing rather than feeding into a delusion where she had actually teased him.
JJ had been so right though. He had read her cues perfectly. Not only had she been flirting with him, but it was also the reason that John B was infuriated. The more he dwelled on the thought, the more his heart thumped louder. They all joked and flirted amongst themselves, John B did with Kie. It was all harmless. So John B getting mad at this moment meant he felt threatened by JJ. Like (Y/N) had given him a reason to worry.
The admission made something snap inside of JJ. A flood of emotions surged forward as the dam he had built to contain them collapsed under the strength of her honesty. He quickly removed his hands from her body to lift himself up. As promised, JJ lined himself up with her slick entrance. Any desire to see her down on her knees would have to be put on hold for next time. There was no way he could put this off any longer. He took just a second to nudge his tip passed the barrier and back to hear the starved whimper that she was unable to hold in. Finding sick pleasure in her shameless need for him. “Please JJ.” Without warning, right after she spoke, he slammed his hips forward. He forget everything except the feeling of being enveloped by velvety tight walls. A loud moan mixed in with a deep groan could be heard from outside the van. He reached deep into her like this, taking her breath away.
The grip around his cock could make him pass out. He muttered an inaudible cuss word, not giving her a second to adjust. JJ pulled out to the tip before shoving himself back inside her and repeating the motion until it grew into a consistent pace. (Y/N) was a broken record of moans and pleas. With every thrust her hips would rut back into him. The anticipation had been replaced with numbing pleasure. Her eyes couldn’t focus on a single thing, completely overwhelmed. His fingers tangled into her hair, shoving her further into the seat.
JJ used the new support to deepen and harden his pace. His hips were jolting into her and sending her forward each time. JJ was failing to hold back, milking every noise out of her sweet lips. The vibrator that was still in the pocket of his shorts that were now located on the floor began to vibrate loudly. JJ smirked viciously, digging into her hip for assistance to ram into her, admiring the way her swollen pussy swallowed his cock in between them. “Do you hear that? John B’s turning up the vibrator while you’re getting stuffed with his best friends cock,” JJ coed before his breath hitched at the tight squeeze his words evoked.
It shouldn’t have turned her on the way it did but she couldn’t help it. Her body reacted before she could. His lewd words reached kinks (Y/N) didn’t even know existed within her. She cried out as his balls slapped against her clit, shooting pangs of intense pleasure up her body. Her legs would be giving out soon, she wouldn’t be able to keep this up. Feeling (Y/N)’s end approaching, JJ fisted her hair and pulled her up against his chest with ease. “Who owns your pretty pussy now (Y/N)?” he panted, his hot breath fanning over the back of her neck at the new proximity.
(Y/N) moaned out loudly as he pounded back into her in this new position. He broke her train of thought before she even had a chance to think of a reply. The hand at her hip smoothed upward, pausing to grope her boob roughly. Her back arched in response with a sharp gasp before he finally landed on her throat. JJ squeezed, digging his fingers into her pressure point and loosening it to remind her to speak. “You JJ. JJ Maybank owns me and my pussy,” (Y/N) yelped hand moving to grip onto the seat while the other reached back into JJ’s blonde locks. JJ growled, increasing his pace when she jumped forward at a certain shift in angle.
Her eyes were glazing over as the fingers at her neck tightened. Their bodies molded together in a matching rhythm. Her hips jutted down to meet every single one of his upward strokes. JJ was using the grip on her neck to lift and slam her back into him. The filthy sounds of their bodies smacking together was the only thing heard in the foggy van. “So fucking tight,” JJ mutters, lips moving to suck a hickey into the back of her neck. Now that he had discovered how close she was with the way her body quivered in his grasp, he wrecked his way inside of her.
Knowing it was a bad idea, (Y/N)‘s head had still tilted to allow him room to mark her. She was a mess of endless mewls and echoed moans, too dazed by the way he was manhandling her. Her end was quickly building, eyes rolling as she fell back onto the curve of his shoulder. His hand left her hair to explore down the middle of her chest. He trailed a finger down her stomach before finally reaching the top of her pussy. His hand cupped her, fingers wrapping around her opening that was still engulfed by his twitching cock. He palmed at her clit, eliciting a loud cry from (Y/N).
“Beg me to make you cum like he can’t,” JJ slowed his hand to show he’d stop in a scarily calm way, making tears spill over from how hopeless she felt. At this point (Y/N) needed the sweet relief as much she needed oxygen in her lungs. “You already made me cum harder than he ever has-,” her breath caught as he dug his palm into her swollen clit at the confession, “I’m all yours JJ- please make me cum.” That was all he needed to apply just enough pressure to leave (Y/N) sputtering. Her eyes went black as the ferocity of her orgasm left her seeing stars. Her entire body writhed from the intensity. JJ groaned at the way her walls tightened around him. She was drifting into clouds of bliss while riding out her high.
It all encouraged him further to his own end. He removed his hand from her beyond sensitive clit to lay her down fully onto her stomach. JJ’s back stayed pressed against her, not slipping out in the slightest bit. With the new position, her walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t refrain from snapping his hips up to bring the unrelenting speed back to life. This time he was chasing his own end, using her warm hole to get himself off. (Y/N) was incoherent under him, utterly fucked out. “That’s it take it,” his hips lost rhythm, “take all my cum,” jerking upwards desperately. He moaned loudly into her ear, thick ropes of his cum painting her insides.
She shuddered feeling him stop as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing with every drop her clenching pussy squeezed out. They were both panting, the temperature in the van was absurdly high. His sweaty body gave out, hiding her naked one under his. She found the weight of it comforting in her post orgasmic fog. It took her a few minutes to properly come back. JJ had leaned up now, pressing electrifying open-mouthed kisses against the dips of her upper back. His hips shifted a little, earning a broken moan from the girl below him.
When he began to move, she leaned back, not wanting to end the fantasy bubble they had created. JJ shushed her with a small smack to her ass that made her jump. Both of them groaned at the sudden movement and he gripped the redden skin where his hand had just spanked. His other hand had vanished under the seat, reaching for vibrator that was still going off wildly. Her pussy spasmed in fear of the vibration inside of her again after the fucking he had just put her through. “Fuck Princess,” JJ hissed almost pinching her ass from the sensitivity.
The one act of kindness JJ had showed (Y/N), was flicking the manual switch to off on the device.
His fingers looped around the end of it, sitting up carefully.
Her ears perked up as the vibrating came to a stop. “JJ what are you doing?” (Y/N)’s shaky, fucked out voice rang through the silence. JJ felt no need to respond pulling out in one swift go. The feeling of emptiness didn’t settle because he was pumping the vibrator back into her, refusing to let any of the evidence vanish. Her muscles tightened, enduring the continued stimulation with a small puff.
“As much as I want to watch my cum drip out of your wrecked cunt..,” JJ’s voice drifted off as his blue irises dropped to the round curve of her ass. He was mesmerized by her worn out body. The marks he had left were giving in to his ego. His hand tenderly rubbed the skin down her back and squeezed at her butt. He’ll never get enough of the feeling.
“You’re gonna keep this vibrator in until John B undresses you at The Chateau. He’s gonna think he’s won, having made you cum in front of me, out of my reach. Then he’s gonna spread your bruised thighs. Shit he’ll even wonder why the vibrator could possibly be turned off. Then when he pulls it out, all of my cum is gonna drip out of his girls pussy for him.”
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Always little wolf
Fred Weasley x wolfstars daughter! reader
Summary: While y/n and Fred walk home in the snow, the simplest conversation makes Fred sure of one thing, he's going to marry that girl
Warnings: established relationship, kinda luna lovegood type reader, reader loves random facts, kissing, so much fluff, one proofread
A/n: 0.7k words, day 4 we have another fluffy little blurb with freddie and wolfstars adopted daughter, enjoy xx
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“Did you know…”
Fred’s already chuckling, the sight of you trying to get on your big fluffy coat whilst tipsy was cute enough, but combine it with an excited random fact? You have his heart melting like crazy. He was used to your random trivia but never grew tired of it, he loved it in fact, especially as it hardly ever related to anything you were doing.
Like when he first met you, you had tagged along with Harry and his dad, your godfather, James, to the quidditch world cup, instead of a 'did you know this about quidditch fact' whilst you walked up the stands with him him, he got a 'did you know otters hold hands while sleeping so they don’t float away from one another?'
It was safe to say he had been at your mercy ever since
"...that...one second...that s-"
“Here…” he gently interrupts your fact before you can start, helping you get your hand through the sleeve “...good girl” he pecks your forehead, adoring the the grin he receives as you cheese up at him, eyes glassy, clearly only half here but the love in your eyes shines through
After one last shout goodbye to those at the party you and Fred brave the cold, his hand finding yours before guiding into his larger pocket to keep it warm
“It’s snowing” you note, free hand coming to wrap around his bicep, as your cheek presses into it
“It is...almost as pretty as you my love” he flirts, adoring your giggle before you let out a little yip, head shooting up to look at him as you move away slightly to smile up at him “What?”
“I forgot to tell you the fact” you say softly and his heart warms, secretly glad you remembered
“Hit me” he flashes you a goofy grin, unable to hold it back as he wraps his arm around you and leads you down the now snow dusted path
“Did you know that Scotland's national animal is a unicorn because there was this wizard whose pet unicorn followed him into a muggle battle?” you say, a little slurred and in a higher pitched tone, the same one you always used when saying your little facts
Fred chuckles, pulling you a little closer into his side “Seriously?”
“Siriusly” you start giggling
“See this is the stuff Binns should have taught us…” Fred shakes his head “...actually you know what lovely? You should try and poach his job” he presses a kiss to your hat clad temple
“Nah” you shake your head
“Why not? You love facts, adorable at telling them, cute as a button so all the guys and gals will crush on you, be closer to your dads and uncle” he lists with a shrug, genuinely surprised you wouldn’t be interested
You stop walking, gently removing yourself from Fred's grip and taking his hands in yours instead. His eyebrows pinch but his face soon softens into a smile as he sees you shining up at him
“Because then I wouldn’t see my favourite person everyday...” you answer simply, easily, almost like it should have been obvious but the next bit floors him "...and when I find out a new fact I can't tell anyone else until i've told you, I always tell you first"
He always felt it in his heart that he was going to marry you one day, but this was the moment he knew for sure...so much that in less than a weeks time you would be saying that three letter word to make it a reality
“Merlin I love you...” the words tumble out breathlessly in the same manor as yours "...so much...so...so much" he emphasises squeezing your hands
Your smile widens at that, a giggle escaping as you step forward, chests grazing “Ditto” you shine, placing a sweet kiss to his nose
He doesn’t let you pull away fully, instead dips down to capture your lips, hands slipping out of yours to cup your chilled cheeks while the snow lightens around you for a moment, large flakes fluttering down slowly like you were in some movie. The cold forgotten for a moment as your warm lips dance with one another, your hands gliding up to find his chest, not caring that it made your fingertips go numb
Your lips still ghost the others as you break away, your cheeks rising with your smile in his light grip as you whisper “Did you know if you remind yourself you aren’t a fish your hiccups will stop?”
“You're pulling my leg” he whispers back
“Wanna bet Weasley?” you say letting your lips meet again tentatively
“With you? Always little wolf”
Thank you for reading ♡
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baby honey - h.s.
a/n: long time no talk! ive had this in my drafts for the longest but didnt know how to finish it. it has a bad ending anyway but its seriously been collecting dust. i missed u guys sorry i disappeared lol. enjoy!!!!
wc: 1.9k
cw: nothing just fluff
*part of the honeyed moments universe! parts one and two here! ❤️*
“Okay Daisy baby, say cheese!” YN grinned, holding her film camera up to her right eye to snap a picture of her precious daughter surrounded by a mountain of different sized presents.
Today was Daisy’s sixth birthday, which Harry and YN basically made a national holiday. It was the day their perfect little girl was born, bringing nothing but love and light into their lives– how could they not go all out?
Harry was out getting breakfast– per the birthday girl’s request. She’d wanted pink french toast, pancakes, and pink eggs, which had Harry dashing out to the store to get food coloring and pancake mix. They were having a small get together with a couple of friends that Daisy had made back in London, as well as YN and Harry’s closest relatives and friends. It was princess themed, to no one’s surprise, and all of her aunt’s and uncle’s were assigned a princess or prince to dress up as.
YN and Harry were assigned to dress up as Rapunzel and Flynn Rider from Daisy’s favorite movie Tangled, while Daisy chose to toddle around in a dress that had all the famous Disney princesses on it, the skirt part of the dress covered in pink sparkly ruffles that left a trail of glitter wherever she went. YN could cry right now thinking of all the mess she’d have to clean up following this party, but the wide grin on her daughter’s face made every speck of glitter worth it.
“Mommy, y’have to get Bear in the picture!” Daisy whines, catching the attention of the puppy in the corner. Now, Y/N uses the word puppy very lightly, seeing as said puppy was as tall as her hip just standing on all fours. Y/N sighs, but calls the dog over anyway.
“Bear, come here baby,” She calls to the chocolate lab. “Good boy, okay, now sit riiiiiight here.” Daisy’s smile had grown exponentially, if it was even possible. She leaned forward a bit to place a soft hand on the top of Bear’s head, petting it softly and treating her furry best friend with the utmost delicacy.
Harry had walked in during their mini photoshoot, dropping the bags silently next to him as he leaned against a pillar that separated their dining room from the living room. He watched with a fond smile at his tiny family, his daughter in her ‘perfect princess dress’, his wife on her knees with a wide smile, a film camera held tightly in her hands, and his dog laying at his daughter's feet. He watched on, not wanting to disturb the domestic moment, though his attempt was interrupted when his perfect little Daisy caught a glimpse of him in the entryway.
“Hi Daddy!” She squealed, gaining the attention of Bear who got up to greet his dad. Harry leaned down and greeted his puppy back, scratches soothing the pup as flashes of white from his nails played hide and seek with the brown fur.
“Hello, birthday princess!” He grinned, squatting down to greet his daughter who was already running toward him at full speed. Her dress flowed behind her, glitter literally getting everywhere. Harry snorted at the grimace his wife was wearing on her features, a soft groan coming from him when Daisy had connected with his chest harshly.
“Are we makin’ pancakes, Daddy?” Oh, bless her sweet little heart. A pout was on Harry’s lips when she pulled back, his hands remaining on her back in an effort to keep his growing baby close to him.
“Of course, baby. Gotta go get everythin’ set up, though. Can y’go get washed up so we can start? ‘S gonna take me a mo’ and ‘M gonna have Mama help me.” He makes a deal with his baby, nodding while talking, Daisy mimicking his nods.
“Yes Daddy, be right back!” She zips away, running toward her bedroom with Bear in tow. Harry stands from his crouched position, walking over to meet his wife who was sat in the middle of the living room, turned to where Harry and Daisy once were.
“Hi,” He greets, sitting down on his bum in front of her, kissing her sweetly. “Got everythin’ y’wanted, Mama.”
“Mm, thank you, H. Ready t’tell our little big girl that she’s gonna be a big sister?” She whispers through a big smile, voice hushed to keep the secret as safe as possible from her daughter’s ears, even though she was out of earshot.
“As ready as I’ll ever be, my sweet Honey.” He grins, standing up out of his sitting position and offering his hands to his wife, who takes them with zero hesitation.
The two work like a well oiled machine, dancing around each other and never once accidentally bumping into each other as they prepare everything to make Daisy’s dream breakfast. They’re just about done when Daisy comes back into the kitchen, making her presence known when she knocks into the back of Harry’s legs, wrapping her tiny arms around the full of his thigh. She hangs on and giggles when he turns her around to have her sit on his foot, continuing the work with his baby wrapped on his leg like a koala bear.
Y/N has a bittersweet smile on her face, knowing this was gonna be one of the last times that was blissfully theirs, the three of them (with the exception of Bear) together before the new baby came. She felt herself getting emotional by the thought, pushing away the fact that she had yet another 6 months to wait, trying to soak in the moment even though there were gonna be more to come in the next few months.
The space is filled with loud laughter, sweet kisses, and tiny barks as they meander around the kitchen, Daisy assisting like a proper angel whenever asked. She’d gotten comfortable on the kitchen counter while her parents cooked her pink breakfast, the small speaker that was next to her blasting the Tangled soundtrack.
“Okay Peanut… I think we’re all done!” Harry said finally, plating the last of the pink pancakes and turning to his daughter who had an excited gleam in her green eyes that matched her fathers.
“Yay!” She squealed, holding her hands out for Harry to grab her. He walked up and wrapped his arms around her, twirling around when she grabbed on, filling the air with laughter.
The family walked over to the dining room, plates in YN and Harry’s hands, a jug of apple juice in Daisy’s tiny arms. They all sit around the table, two chairs on the long sides of the brown spruce table, with two fancier chairs on the narrower end parts. YN and Harry place the pink plates in the center, YN moving the vase of purple and pink peonies bought specifically for the birthday princess to the small table that held their vinyls and record player. Daisy hands the half full jug to her dad, hugging his thigh tightly before skipping to her spot on the opposite side of Harry. YN grabs the seat next to her, plopping down into the chair and turning toward her daughter, brushing her dark unruly curls back out of her face.
Settling in her chair, Daisy grins widely and shimmies in her chair in a small dance, her parents cooing and settling in their chairs as well. Breakfast goes off without a hitch, the tiny family conversing about the princess’ upcoming party. Daisy holds her tiny plastic fork in her hand as she gesticulates with her hands as she talks. Her parents have always been patient with her and let her vocalize whatever was on her mind at any point of the day, not scolding her if she even came into their room at the early hours of the morning to excitedly tell them about the dream she had. After all, she was their little miracle, and they’d do whatever it took to make her happy.
Harry and YN shared a knowing look as they approached the end of breakfast. Daisy’s princess sippy cup was almost empty, and her plate was cleared. YN clears her throat, making Daisy turn her attention to her mom. “Baby, we have something to tell you.”
Daisy tilts her head in childlike wonder, a confused expression on her face, her eyebrows furrowed and turned in toward each other. “Wha’ s’it, Mama?”
YN smiles as she reaches down between her and Harry, a tiny gift bag sitting on the floor between their chairs. Grabbing it and placing it in front of Daisy, Y/N giggles at the gasp her daughter lets out.
“A present? Already?!” Daisy squeals, grabbing the paper bag and placing it onto her lap, eagerly pulling the ribbon that held the straps shut.
“Ah- hold on, Dais,” Harry says, Daisy complying instantly. “Before y’open it, Mama and I wanna say that we love you, and want you to know that you’ll always be our sweet little girl, okay?”
Daisy tilted her head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, looking like an exact replica of her father. “Oh, um— I love you too, Daddy, and you, Mama.”
“I love you too, Dais. Okay, you can open it now.” Y/N approves, phone hidden against her chest, now recording her daughter.
“A baby doll! Oh my goodness!” Daisy squealed, holding up the box about 2 inches from her face. “Thank you Mama! Thank you Daddy!”
“Wait, peanut,” Harry started, reaching into the bag and pulling out another box, which had another doll similar to the baby. “Look! It’s a big sister for the baby doll! It’s like you, tiny!”
“Huh?” She said confusedly. “But I’m not a big sister.”
“Yes you are, Daisy girl. Or… you will be, soon at least.” Y/N grinned, not being able to contain her smile at this point.
“Wait…” Daisy collected her tiny thoughts as she tried to connect the dots, before her eyes brightened when she realized what her mother was saying. “Baby?!”
“Yeah, Dais. Mumma’s havin’ a baby!” Harry exclaimed, toothy smiles and dimples out.
“Oh my goodness!” Daisy gasps, jumping haphazardly out of her chair. “Mumma!”
“Oh, careful, sweet girl!” Y/N giggles, scooting her chair out to prop her daughter on her lap comfortably.
“Y’really havin’ a baby?!” She squawked, frantic eyes drifting between her parents.
“Yeah, peanut, we are!” Harry giggled, ruffling his daughters hair.
“This is the best present ever!” She squealed, aggressively wrapping her arms around her mother’s neck. “Thank you, Mommy, and Daddy.”
Y/N placed a hand on the back of Daisy’s head, a big pout on her lips as she turned her head to look at Harry, who matched her expression with a similar frown.
“My sweet Daisy girl, you’re so welcome. Gonna be the best big sister ever, hm?” Y/N whispered, pecking small kisses onto her head.
“The best, I promise!”
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kiss with a fist | chapter eight.
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pairing: theodore nott x reader.
song inspiration: people i don't like - upsahl
author's note: moving it along. can't believe that there's only five more chapters left. this series has been my baby so i'm like in shambles as the end comes closer, but also excited.
The night of the dinner was finally upon you and the amalgamation of dread, trepidation, and wrath clouded over you like a malevolent fog. You weren’t looking forward to it, but you knew that Theo was right. If sitting through one lousy dinner secured a spot with the M.E.S.P, then you would begrudgingly grin and bear it.
Luckily, you wouldn’t have to face it alone. As Luna promised, Harry was waiting for you outside of Professor Slughorn’s office. Harry was dressed in a button down and a dark blazer paired with freshly pressed trousers. Despite his smart attire, his signature messy, black hair and slightly skewed glasses softened his appearance.
Harry smiled, raising his hand in a slight wave. “Hi, Y/N. You look lovely.”
You smoothed the front of your dress, which Pansy had helped you pick out. The fabric was sleek and silky and as dark as night. The front was simple, but the back dipped low and revealed more skin than you were used to. It was completely out of your comfort zone, but Pansy had insisted that you were meant to wear the dress.
“Thanks, Harry. So do you.” You stood up straighter, balancing on your impossibly tall heels—another Parkinson addition, before rolling your shoulders back. “Shall we?”
The inside of Professor Slughorn’s office had been transformed into an entirely different space. Velvet curtains hung from the ceiling and covered the marble columns like tapestry. A round mahogany table sat in the middle of the room and sat upon it were fresh fruits, expensive cheese, and cold cuts. The plates were set in a circular formation and each one contained a placard with a different student’s name.
You took your place, quietly settling in between Harry and a Hufflepuff girl—Melissa? No, Melinda. You remembered that her family owned a large chain of apothecaries.
As you glanced around the table, you realized that while there were at least two or three members from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, there was only one Slytherin in the midst. You weren’t that familiar with Cassius Warrington, but you knew that he was currently being pursued by the Chudley Cannons, which was plenty of incentive for Slughorn to invite him into the mix.
You were well aware that the presence of each student was contingent on the benefits they could help provide Slughorn and vice versa. After all, that was the purpose of the slug club, but facing it head on still made your stomach roil. You barely touched the filet mignon and scalloped potatoes for fear of retching it all back up. The conversations happening around you made it impossible to eat.
It was just endless prattling and bragging on and on about connections and achievements, much to Slughorn’s delight. The superficiality of it all made you nauseous. When McLaggen name dropped his influential uncle for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, you nearly pulled your hair out. You watched with a grimace as he lapped up his soup with tiny licks, sort of like a lizard toying with a fly.
Out of instinct, you turned to your right to snicker with Theo only to remember that he wasn’t there, which put you in a foul mood all over again.
“He does love to prattle on, doesn’t he?” Harry muttered in a low voice.
You nodded. “I imagine he only speaks to hear the sound of his own voice.”
“I take it that you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”
“If by enjoying you mean considering pulling my eyelashes out one by one, then you would be correct, Potter.”
“Forget the eyelashes. I might pluck my own eyes out all together if I hear McLaggen say my uncle Tiberius one more time.”
You snorted. “If you’re as miserable as I am, then what are you doing here?”
He shrugged. “People expect me to be here. To go on as normal. It’s important to have some semblance of that after last year, I suppose.”
You nodded sympathetically. Everyone looked up to Harry. He was a hero, a practical living legend, the boy who lived not once but twice. You imagined carrying all of that pressure on his shoulders couldn’t have been easy.
“What about you? You’re obviously not enjoying yourself, so why subject yourself to all of this?”
“I want to become a potioneer after I graduate. Slughorn is an influential member of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers, which means he’s my key to getting accepted so while this dinner is physically and mentally draining all of my energy, I don’t have much of a choice. Being the first muggleborn member of the society would be monumental. Not just for me, but for other witches in the future."
“I understand,” Harry said with a nod. “You know, Mione’s probably going to be the first muggleborn witch to become Minister of Magic.”
You smiled. While you two weren’t close by any means, you have always admired Hermione. Her academic achievements were the cause of your envy for many years, but after all that she had gone through, you stopped feeling that stab of jealousy.
“The wizarding world would be lucky to have Granger leading it,” you agreed. “Which reminds me, why isn’t she here tonight?”
“She declined the invitation. As did Ron.”
“I can’t blame them. I half expected you to do so as well. The three of you have done enough to last a lifetime.”
“Yes, but like I said. It’s important for me to participate in these things. To boost morale, or so I’ve been told.”
It was fascinating to you that Harry could joke about such things. If you had battled the darkest wizard of all time and lived to tell the tale, you would probably tell everyone to kindly fuck off forever, but you suppose that was the reason why Harry was the chosen one and not you.
“Do you ever feel like you’re still fighting?” you asked. “Voldemort and his followers are either dead or imprisoned, yes. But we’re still rooting out their ideologies to this day and now there’s this new suspicion surrounding an entire house despite the fact the Death Eaters had members from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff too.”
Harry nodded solemnly. “Everyone thinks that the war ended at the Battle of Hogwarts, but in reality, our work is barely beginning. The hardest part is healing. I’ll admit that sometimes it’s hard for me to separate the fact that Tom was a Slytherin with my own biases about the whole house itself, but unlearning all of those misconceptions is a process. It takes a lot to change a person’s perception. We can’t all be as smart and logical as you Ravenclaws.”
“If only, right?” you said with a smile.
“Well, we could always try it your way and threaten to push people off of the bleachers.” His green eyes crinkled with amusement.
You groaned. “I can’t believe you heard about that.”
“I must say, Ron and I had a proper laugh when we heard about it. He still hasn’t forgotten his stay in the hospital wing thanks to Romilda’s tainted chocolate cauldrons.” You grimaced, which made Harry chuckle. “I am sorry about what she said to Pansy though. We aren’t friends by any means, but I’d like to think that we’re at least on civil terms. Luna talks about her fondly and if Parkinson’s got your approval, then it’s safe to assume that she’s treating our friend well.”
“She is,” you agreed. “They are nauseatingly perfect for each other.”
“I’m glad to hear it. We all deserve a little happiness.”
“Speaking of which, how’s Ginny doing?”
The boy who lived blushed furiously. “She’s well. How’s Theo doing?”
You smirked. “Touche, Potter. Touche.”
As the night droned on, you found excuses to visit the refreshment table just to get away from all the insufferable preening. While you fixed yourself a cup of tea, you sensed a presence to your right. Cassius surveyed the variety of teas on the table, but made no move to select any.
“Sorry, am I in your way?”
“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “I just needed an excuse to get up.”
You chuckled. “Join the club, Warrington.” He smiled a little as you dropped a sugar cube into your cup. “Congratulations on the recruitment by the way. Your teammates won’t shut up about it.”
Cassius scratched the back of his head, looking a bit shy. “Thanks, Y/N. Everything is still in the negotiation stage, but after the last game, I think my chances are looking good. The boys said you were there for the match.”
“Yeah, I was. This might not mean much since I haven’t watched a game since fourth year, but you guys were great out there. It was bloody brutal. I had a blast.”
“I’m glad to hear that. We do our best to put on a show,” he said. Warrington toyed with his saucer. He looked around before clearing his throat and lowering his voice. “Listen, Y/N. I heard about what you did for Pansy.”
“You and the rest of the school, apparently.”
“I just wanted to say thanks for sticking up for her. Pansy—she—helped me out a lot after my father was imprisoned and I probably wasn’t the only one. Everyone in Slytherin, especially those that were caught in the crossfire last year, owe a lot to her. She’s one of the good ones.”
You nodded, smiling. “I wouldn’t have let her date my best friend if I didn’t think that myself.”
“Luna makes her really happy. I’m glad that they have each other. Pansy earned it.”
“They both did.”
The conversation was cut short as Slughorn tapped his spoon against his goblet. The two of you reluctantly made your way back to the table.
“Thank you all for joining me tonight. It is a great privilege to be able to gather after all that passed last year. I urge you to look around at your fellow witches and wizards, remembering the fallen and celebrating the sacrifices that have all brought us back to this castle. As we commemorate this monumental moment, let us look not to the past but to the future.”
You swirled the glass of sparkling non-alcoholic spritzer, only half listening to the generic drivel that you’ve heard a thousand times before. The more Slughorn talked, the more irritated you felt. There was all this talk of looking to the future, moving on, hoping for a better tomorrow, but what use was that if you couldn’t even fix the present?
Professor Slughorn raised his glass in the air. “A toast to the best of the best.”
That one phrase was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You had no idea why, but those words finally made you crack.
“That’s not right though, is it professor?” The whole table fell silent as every head turned in your direction. “Sure we may be smart, accomplished, but not the best.”
Slughorn reeled back in surprise. His expression faltered before he plastered on a false smile. “Don’t sell yourself short, Y/N. All of you worked hard to get here.”
“None of us are even the top student in your class. That would be Theo.” You were vaguely aware that you were raising your voice, but once the words tumbled past your lips, you couldn’t reel them back in. “But he’s not here because surely we can’t invite your star pupil to a slug club dinner if his father is in Azkaban for being a death eater. That would be like inviting the Dark Lord to dinner, but wait. Didn’t you already do that, professor?”
A gasp came from your right. Melinda stared at you as though you’d grown an extra head.
“That’s quite enough, Y/N.”
Your humorless laughter echoed in the cavernous office. “Oh, but I’m just getting started. What was it that you said in your welcoming speech at the beginning of the year? Unity and reconciliation? Surely ostracizing someone for his father’s deeds, which he had nothing to do with by the way, judged and ruled by the Ministry itself, directly contradicts that sentiment, does it not? Or are we all just supposed to ignore this blatant display of discrimination against a perfectly innocent student?”
“Perfectly innocent?” scoffed McLaggen. “Nott comes from a long line of dark wizards as do the rest of the Slytherins. They show you an ounce of kindness and suddenly you become their little muggleborn pet.”
To your surprise, Cassius leapt to his feet. “Don’t call her that,” he nearly growled. “Y/N is just being a good friend. She stood up for Pansy when no one else would and now she’s doing it for Theo, too. You want to compare ledgers, McLaggen? Didn’t your father and uncle conspire to bring the Ministry under the Dark Lord’s control? They armed Voldemort and the Death Eaters then profited off of the war. They deserve to be in Azkaban just as much as my father does, but conveniently their records were wiped clean. Isn’t that why your family moved to France?”
The room was utterly silent. McLaggen looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel, but Cassius wasn’t done. He wheeled around to face the other attendees. “I’m not stupid. I know I was only invited because I’m being scouted by the Cannons, but I hoped that attending would make you see me as someone more than just a Death Eater’s son. I guess I was wrong and now I’m done with this farce. You’ll never stop seeing us as the villains.”
Without waiting for a response, Cassius stormed out of the room. He held his head up proudly, nodding to you and Harry as he made his graceful exit.
“Cassius is right,” Harry declared. “So is Y/N. We can’t crucify every Slytherin for the mistakes of a few. That would make us no better than Voldemort himself. The way I see it, the only way to get to the future we all fought for is to work with our fellow classmates, the Slytherins included. I hope you can learn to look past your biases and false perceptions, just as I’m learning how to.”
Not a single person moved as Harry finished his speech. “Right, well that’s that then.” He turned over to you. “Shall we get going, Y/N?”
“Gladly.”
You pushed your chair back and paid no mind to the burning gazes seared upon your back. Before following Harry out of the office, you leaned in close to McLaggen and lowered your voice so only he could hear. “If you ever speak poorly of my friends again, I’ll dose you with a potion that makes your precious man parts shrivel.”
Cormac paled several shades as you patted him on the shoulder. “Enjoy your dessert, McLaggen. I heard chocolate ganache pairs well with prejudice.”
The castle was quiet at this time of night. You and Harry walked side by side through the dungeons in silence. For someone who just blew up her academic career, you felt fairly calm. You knew that speaking up for your friends was the right thing to do.
“Thank you for speaking up back there,” you said. “You didn’t have to do that. You don’t owe anyone anything after all you’ve done, but I appreciate it nonetheless.”
“I do though. Hearing Cassius in there, I realized that the Ministry has failed both sides in a lot of ways. I think we’re all so eager to go back to the way things were before that we’re willing to overlook a lot of things. I’ve never even thought about families like the McLaggens who aided the Dark Lord, but got off with a light sentence. Or people like Cassius and Pansy and Theo who face a lot of unfair judgment from the rest of the wizarding world.”
“That’s the point, Harry. You shouldn’t have to think about it. None of us should. We’re all just children forced to grow up by the war because of the failure of those before us. It’s unfair to be burdened with a load so heavy.”
Harry sighed, nodding. “But if we don’t carry our load, we risk repeating the same mistakes and I won’t have that. We have to do better than the past generations.”
“We will,” you declared. “We have to.”
The torch lights drew shadows across the stone floors as you contemplated.
“You really care about them, don’t you?” It was more a statement rather than a question. You nodded, which made Harry smile. “I can tell that they care about you, too. Especially Theo.”
“We spent years in competition with one another, the classic bitter rivals. It’s kind of ironic that we became friends during our last year here.”
Harry looked at you strangely. “Right, friends…”
You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at the green eyed wizard. “What’s that tone for, Potter?”
His mouth quirked. “Nothing, it’s just—well, Theo looks at you like I used to look at Ginny. With pining and yearning, as Mione liked to say. And the way you defended him earlier, Ginny would’ve done the same for me.” You were silent for a moment as you absorbed his words. “A word of advice, Y/N. I know it’s against those Ravenclaw instincts, but sometimes it’s good to get out of your head and tune into your heart instead.”
“Since when did the boy who lived become an expert on all things romance?” you teased.
“A handful of near death experiences really helps put things into perspective.”
You grinned. “I’ll take your word for it, Potter.” The two of you came to a stop at the base of the Ravenclaw Tower. “Well, this is me. Thank you for tonight. I genuinely hope to never do it again.”
Harry laughed. “You and me both, Y/N.”
You raised up on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek in thanks, feeling uncharacteristically chipper despite the disastrous dinner. “Good night, Harry.”
He smiled, blushing slightly. “Good night, Y/N.”
As you climbed up the spiraling staircase, you saw a glimpse of snow falling softly over the castle grounds. When you stopped and stared at the glittering landscape, you recalled the other night in Hogsmeade when Theo leaned in to brush the snowflakes off of your lips.
There’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you.
You were certain that you already knew what Theo was about to say, because you’ve been meaning to tell him the same thing too. When you reached the fifth floor, your grin had grown so wide that your cheeks ached from smiling. As you slipped past the bronze eagle knocker, you caught a glimpse of a discarded bouquet of wisterias peeking out from a nearby trash bin.
With a pause, you plucked a petal off of your favorite flower and tucked it into your braid. You went to sleep that night thinking that Harry was right.
Maybe it was time to let your heart do the talking.
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"Can you believe after today, there is just five months until graduation, Goldie? Five months left before we never have to fight for parking in Jefferson or cross our fingers we didn't get Ferguson as our thesis mentor?" Harry chuckled over the phone, a smile instantly playing on my pink lips. That's what it did. His laugh. Turned on all the stars with his crescent moon smile.
"You mean five months until you leave me to fend for myself? Glad you're so enthusiastic about it, H." I pout, finishing up the charcuterie spread I had been working on for the past couple hours.
"D, you know I'm dreading that above anything else. Who else is going to judge people with me over an afternoon coffee? No one understands afternoon coffees like you."
I pushed off the kitchen counter, turning to walk over to the dining room table, sitting down, "I guess."
Everyday that felt like a personal countdown to adventure for Harry felt like a countdown to loneliness for me. It wasn't that I didn't have friends, I had plenty; taking in the giant city rental we would be using to countdown the new year only proved it. Still, they weren't Harry. They weren't my best friend. They weren't my everyday life line.
They weren't the man I had been deeply, painfully in love with for four years now.
"Look, tonight, we will get beyond drunk. We will eat our grapes under the table, we will jump in the giant indoor pool at midnight and wash away the stress of senior year. I need you to forget that I'm going anywhere come the new year. Let's just have the best time, okay?" He said over the phone, I inhaled, holding my breath, slowly letting out as Leigh and Olive walked in the door, waving around bags of alcohol.
"Okay, I gotta go, thing one and thing two just got here, gotta finish setting up." I said and he laughed.
"Five bucks on Leigh knocking out before midnight." He said at the same time I whispered it to him, each of us cracking up.
"Is that dimples? Tell him to leave you alone, it's girl time before he gets here and you ignore us the rest of the night." Olive said, my eyes rolling.
"Bye Harry, the girls are testy." I giggled a bit before he said bye again, and we hung up. I looked down at my phone, biting my lip as Leigh walked over, placing bottles of vodka on the table.
"Tell him." She said, her weight falling to her left hip. I furrowed my eyebrows as I glanced up at her, my eyes drifting to Olive then back to Leigh.
"Tell him what exactly?" I said, my chest tight as I filled with confusion.
"That you're in love with him and always have been and you want seven kids with him and a big house wi—..."
"—Woah! I do not love him!" I cut off Olive who slammed the fridge door shut, giving me a face of unamusement.
"Goldie, baby....everyone knows. I mean everyone. Even the north wing cleaning lady our freshman year knew," Olive said, walking over, standing behind me and wrapping her arms around my neck, "He's leaving, D. For three years...as of now. What if he stays? What if he me—.."
"— stop, stop I get it. Okay. I get it. You think I don't think about it? But what if I tell him and he doesn't feel the same. Then we spend the last five months together with him being awkward as fuck. No thank you." I said, gently pushing Olive off of me and getting up. I walked over to the charcuterie spread, picking up leftover cheese and meat packages, moving to throw them away.
"Can you all handle the decorations? Imma go rest a bit before we have to get ready." I smiled small, both of them nodding as I moved out of the kitchen and into the giant living room to the master suite I knew I would even be sharing with Harry tonight.
I closed the door and locked it, moving to the bed and letting myself fall on it face first, screaming into the mattress hoping it was muffled enough no one would bother me.
Harry's POV
"You're bringing Taylor? Harry, you can't be serious. You realize you are going to shatter D into a million pieces right?" Zayn said, as I held up two different shirts in front of me.
"What are you even talking about? Goldie, if anything will make her feel welcomed, join us on a drunken night." I turned over my shoulder at him, raising both my eyebrows.
"You're so daft, Styles. Honestly. We all know Goldie loves you. And you love her, you damn idiot. Did you not hear her disappointment on the phone? Tonight for her is about you two, and you're bringing a girl?" Zayn said, suddenly my throat was tightening. I cleared it, turning away from him and furrowing my eyebrows as I looked in the mirror.
"She doesn't love me like that, Zayn. It's not like that with her. Even if it was, I'm not risking it," I closed my eyes, shaking my head that I was even letting him get to me.
"You... and her actually, are both idiots. You're both in love with each other and are going to leave here filled with stupid regret and I'm over trying to get you to see it," He said, shrugging and walking out of my room. I rolled my lip into my mouth, biting it before throwing my shirts on the bed.
"Fucks sake," I called out, throwing my head back. When my head rolled back straight, my eyes landed on the photo on my desk. Goldie and I at her sorority formal last year before she dropped. I swallowed, wondering if maybe Zayn was right.
—
I entered the sorority house watching as other couples met, taking photos and admiring each other's outfits. I rolled my eyes thankful Blondie was over this life. It wasn't her, didn't suit her. She was too kind. Too caring to ever fit in with the people she called her supposed sisters.
"So you do own a suit?" I heard a voice say from above me, my eyes moving to the stairs as Blondie made her way down them. I felt my jaw drop slightly, pressing my lips together as I swallowed. Sitting on her body was a sparkly black dress, one long sleeve, one bare shoulder. Her long blonde hair draped down her body. She was beautiful, breathtaking really. My best friend, the only girl that could get me in a stupid suit at a stupid sorority formal.
The fact Goldie was her name fit her better than I think her parents ever imagined. She was golden.
Making the rest of her way over to me, I grabbed her hand, spinning her around in a small circle. She giggled as I pulled her towards me, "You, are the prettiest girl ever to be in Sigma Kappa, shame they are losing their only true asset." I whispered as the back of her hand hit my chest.
"H, shut. No one knows yet and I would like to enjoy this last formal as my money went towards it." She glared at me a bit and all I could do was poke her nose as her demeanor softened.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Let's enjoy the night, at least the food is good." I shrugged, pulling out my phone and turning on the camera, "Alright, let's be like everyone else and show off how cute we are." I snapped photos of us, being as silly as possible before we started loading into giant charter buses taking us to the unknown location.
Once we arrived, we ate and drank with everyone else; keeping up appearances and interacting with the few girls that were actually nice to my Goldie. By the time the dancing started, I was in my own world with her, nothing else really mattered other than making sure my best friend was having the time of her life.
At one point, the drinks were starting to create an overall haze on the night. Goldie's body felt heavy against mine, her hips rolling so that her ass pushed against me, my prick fighting the blood flow she was beckoning with her movements. Her scent seemed to be the only thing my sense could pick up, cherry vanilla dreams as my nose found itself trailing her neck.
Her breath was rigid as my hands explored her waistline, fingers digging into the fleshy feel of her hips through her dress. The way her hips rolled, placed my dick perfectly between her ass, hard as ever and I couldn't find it in my drunken haze to care. She was my best friend, but she was also insanely perfect. Sexy beyond what my imagination could have ever hoped for. I wasn't blind and I wasn't an idiot. I also suddenly was ignoring any bit of logic that normally stopped me from crossing a line with her. My lips grazed her skin softly, her hips slowing slightly in their movement as I did. My lips puckered softly against her skin as the music began to slow, pulling us both out of the haze. My eyes skimmed the room, as couples began turning to face each other, wrapping up in each other as they moved to the slow music.
Goldie pulled away, slowly turning to face me, her face almost unsure as to what her next move should be. I swallowed, my hand reaching for her waist, pulling her against me, my hard cock pressing against her though making my cheeks redden in embarrassment. Her giggle made a chuckle escape my own, her hands relaxing around my neck.
"You seem to have invited a third member to this dance, H." She teased, her chocolate brown eyes searching my green.
"I think he was called over by you D, you seemed to be drawing him out in your direction," I raised an eyebrow with a tilt of my head and she shrugged innocently.
"No idea what you could possibly be referring to."
We moved to the soft flow of the music, silence surrounding us as her forehead pressing into my chin, her soft breath hitting against my neck. My fingers traced a soft up and down pattern along her back, playing with the ends of her hair whenever I came in contact with them. Her fingers massed the nape of my neck gently, tugging softly at the curls that rested there.
I could have stayed there, in her cherry vanilla heaven, layered in golden dust of magic; but the music picked up. Everyone cheered as they broke out into dance, jumping to the EDM music that slowly picked up until the beat dropped. She pulled away from me, her eyes searching mine again before looking down and over her shoulder.
"I'm going to go use the bathroom, grab me some water?" She said and I nodded, watching a look of confusion flash quickly across her before she nodded, turning and walking away. I watched her walk away, I watched her and my feet had sudden aches to follow her. To grab her and tell her I knew what she felt right then and there. That I had felt that confusion everyday since freshman year. To tell her I also felt confused on what lines I could and wanted to blur with her.
But I didn't. I turned to the bar to grab us each a water.
Blondie's POV
I looked myself over in the mirror, fisting and unfisting my hands to fight the sweaty palms that kept happening. All afternoon into the early evening my mind had been racing with Olive and Leigh's statements all circling into my current decision.
I was going to tell Harry how I felt. I was going to finally hand him my heart on a damn gold platter for his taking.
If he even wanted it.
I sighed, pulling up my black strapless dress, small pieces of silver sequins drawing eyes to my supple chest, a beautiful jeweled necklace sitting around my neck. I looked nice, I knew I did, and I couldn't wait for Harry's eyes to take me in, because they always told me how beautiful I looked. Even if the words never left his mouth.
Turning to exit the room, I opened the door to chatter and music coming from down the hall, people slowly starting to fill up the giant house. I took a deep breath, plastering a smile on my face, hiding the nerves that were slowly eating away at me. My eyes scanned the room until I found Leigh and Olive, my feet caring me quickly in their direction. They both looked at me wide-eyed, Olive clapping at my arrival, taking my hand and spinning me.
"Very well done, very well done," she said, making me roll my eyes as I took in my best friends dressed in glitter and sequins to the tens.
"And look at you both! I'm blinded!" I exclaimed as Leigh handed me a shot.
"All I'm saying is, if we don't get laid tonight, I've lost hope in all men," we all laughed, Olive picking up a shot which we all quickly cheersed and threw down our throats.
Vodka, yuck.
I scrunched up my nose, shaking my face as I looked over the room. Still no Harry, and I would lie if I said it wasn't driving me insane. I brought my attention back to Leigh and Olive as they carried on with their usual back and forth. I tried to pay attention, I really did, but half of what they said escaped me as quickly as the words left their lips.
Eventually we moved our way into the party, greeting, mingling and dancing whenever a good song on the playlist came on. I was three shots in when the door finally opened, Zayn and Niall walking in and my heart flew up in my throat knowing Harry would soon follow behind. My lips parted, my mouth drying from the breath he took away from me. He was wearing a tweed jacket black pants , with a white low cut tank tucked in underneath. The cross pendant I gave him for his first birthday we spent together sitting perfectly on his hair peppered chest.
I couldn't seem to catch my breath, but it was no longer at the mere sight of him. It was at the way I watched his hand wrap around the slim waist of a tall blonde. It was the way she smirked at him, eyes traveling down as she placed her slim fingers on the cross pendant that I felt belonged to me.
"Baby!" I was snapped out of the slow motion vortex I entered as Leigh squealed, running over and clinging on to Zayn, kissing as Niall pretended to gag next to them. He spotted Olive, blushing almost instantly, their greeting much more quiet as he kissed her cheek, holding her gently.
I swallowed, looking around desperately for a way to avoid what I knew was coming next, but Harry's arms wrapping around my waist and picking me up in an embrace ruined any plan of running.
"Blondie Michaels, that is way too much cleavage for a lady," he said, placing me down and kissing my forehead. I smiled, licking my lips and shrugging.
"Call me the town whore, I'll embrace it," I shrugged, my eyes flicking quickly to the woman behind him then back to his perfect lilypad eyes.
"Never that, you look beautiful, D. I um, I wanna introduce you to someone," he turned to the blonde, calling her over as I swallowed, "Goldie, this is Taylor, Taylor this is my best friend Goldie, or D for short."
I held out my hand, which was met with clear distaste and weak hold, "Pleasure." She spoke, pressing her lips into a tight forced smile.
My hand fell back down to my side, my entire night shifting into a direction I hadn't spent the past few hours mapping out in my head. I needed another drink, or three. My eyes quickly moved to find Leigh's already on mind, and without further explanation she was moving over to me and linking our arms.
"If you'll excuse me, Miss Michaels owes me another shot," we smiled, pulling away from the situation and I was thankful when she directed me towards my bedroom instead of the bar. Footsteps followed, Zayn soon joining my other side and wrapping his arm around both of us.
"I told him not to bring her," Zayn said as we entered the room, my lip caught between the tight grip of my teeth.
"Is he fucking dumb? Or on something. He has to be on something," Leigh said towards Zayn as I paced back and forth in front of the vanity.
"No, just a bloody idiot. But to be fair, they both are," Zayn said, I stopped walking instantly, my head snapping in his direction.
"I'm not an idiot, Zayn. I would never bring a date...not on an night like tonight." I said sternly, my breath making chest inflate, unsure how to breathe it out properly without crying. I felt the warmth of my eyes, tears slowly spilling as I reached up to wipe them away.
"Hey, hey, D, I'm sorry...I know you ain't...I'm just saying, you bo—.."
"— I was going to tell him tonight." I breathed out quietly, a soft sob coming from me. I inhaled sharply through my nose, tossing my head back to try and stop the path my tears wanted to fall on.
"You what?" Leigh exclaimed, quickly in front of me, gripping my arms, "Babe, look at me."
I swallowed my cry, looking down at Leigh's eyes and shrugging, "Obviously this is deeply one sided and for the best. I feel less of an idiot now than I would have as I handed him over my heart and he let it drop." I moved from her grip, clearing my throat, "Let's go. We only have a couple hours until the New Year, I'm not wasting it on tears."
I pushed past them, hearing their calls for my name, but all I saw was red. Red anger, red hurt, red disappointment. I was a menace the rest of the night, drinking more than I planned, avoiding Harry at all costs. Our interactions were short, yet his eyes seemed to linger on me the more I ignored him. They were burning my skin with their gaze and I thrived in it. I knew it was driving it insane and I was happy that it was.
He glared softly at me everytime I ignored Taylor, acting like she was invisible. Serving shots got everyone but forgetting hers. Asking her to take group photos but always forgetting to switch so she could be included. I was becoming the person I hated being around. I was becoming a replica of my ex sorority sister as they froze me out of the chapter.
But I was hurting, my heart slowly falling and shattering into pieces along the floor of this part; it was stepped on and demolished further as time went by.
"D," I heard his voice behind me as I made myself another vodka cran.
"Hmm?" I barely muttered out, taking a long sip of my drink, turning in his direction. We weren't alone for long, Taylor coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
His brows furrowed as his eyes searched mine, he was angry, I could tell by the way his lips pursed, "Nothing."
"Great," I pressed my lips into a smile, brushing past them, my shoulder hitting against Taylor as I did. I downed my drink, searching the room for a distraction. Any distraction. Leigh was grinding on Zayn, his lips preoccupied with her neck, Niall and Olive finally managing to figure out they liked each other enough to sit on the back couch and make out. My eyes scanned the room landing on Louis.
My ex hook up Louis that Harry hated more than anything in the world.
My feet were dragging me in his direction before common sense could hit, before I could think of a reason why I should stop.
"Hey fucker," I smirked, throwing my hair over my left shoulder, his eyes meeting mine for a time that couldn't even be measured in comparison to how they lingered on my chest.
"Michaels, ain't this a fuckin' surprise," he smirked, bringing his bourbon to his lips.
"I'm full of them sometimes," I winked, feeling like an utter idiot as I went through the motions of what I was doing.
"I see you let the puppy if it's leash for the night. Heard Taylor's been wanting to sink her claws in for a while, can't believe she managed to get him away from you," he smirked, licking his lips, waiting on my reaction.
"Realized I hate beggars," I said nonchalantly, a chuckle slipping his lips. He moved towards me, his hand slipping around to the small of my back, pulling me tight against him. He breathed into my neck, making me swallow.
"That's cause you like to do the begging, sweets, I 'avent forgotte'," he kissed my neck, flush traveling over my face. I peeked my eyes up at him, feeling a heat grow between us, my face inching up so our lips could meet when I heard a voice so angry it rattled me from the inside.
"Goldie. Outside, now!" I heard Harry's voice boom, quickly turning to face him.
"Excuse me?" I said, my face I could feel, red hot from anger of him ordering me around after what he did.
"Woof," Louis called out behind me, earning a deep inhale from me.
Harry let out a frustrated growl, grabbing my arm and pulling me with him toward the back, I quickly broke free from his grip, pushing past him and leading the way, refusing to be handled in the manner he thought was acceptable. I didn't realize how fast I was moving until he called out for me.
"Slow the fuck down! Goldie fucking stop!"
"What he fuck do you want from me, Harry? What do you want?" I said my voice raising, every bit of composure I had managed to fake slowly starting to leave me.
"I want to know what the fuck your problem is with me tonight? Why you're being such a fucking....such a —..."
"— what? Bitch? Say it, Harry. Say it like you have any balls left." I yelled back.
"Yes, D, you're being a fucking bitch to me and to Taylor. She hasn't done fucking done anything to you. For fucks sake, all I did was walk through the door ready to spend my last New Year's Eve with my best friend for a while...."
I scoffed, pulling at my hair, "Oh you're so,...and how did you plan on doing that? One hand around my waist and the other around hers? Dancing sandwiched between two blondes, oh I bet you like that idea. Now what happened at midnight in your little fantasy? Huh? You kissed her and then got some second hand high from me? Huh? God I feel like such a fucking idiot! A damn idiot!" I cried, slowly losing my mind, losing my ability to remember that I wasn't supposed to break in front of him. I couldn't fight the tears anymore.
"Hey, hey, hey...." His voice softened so quickly, his hands gripping on my arms to stabilize me, "D, baby D, come on, talk to me, please I'm going insane here."
I shook my head, trying to break from him stumbling back, his arms quickly wrapping around my waist holding me up, "Goldie, please."
"I...I was going to...I...." I cried, my gaze meeting his, through fuzzy tear filled eyes I swallowed, "You. You're the problem. You are your beautiful chestnut curls and lily pad eyes. God, I love you, you damn idiot. Why did you walk in here with her? Why her and not me? Wh—..." I was interrupted by his lips finding mine, finding a rhythm that was so messy, so needy for the next beat.
He broke away from me, pressing his forehead into mine, heavy breaths coming from both of us, "You are an idiot," he chuckled, "but so am I; because I've been in love with you since the moment I met you. And I'm sorry. I couldn't face what tonight meant. I couldn't face my true feelings, so I invited Taylor. I felt like if I directed what I wished tonight was to her instead of you, it would hurt less when I left. It would hurt less to never have called you mine."
I swallowed hard, shaking my head, "No, I've always been yours. And you've always been mine. I...I can't have you leave without knowing that," I took in his soft expression, the tears now forming in his eyes and my lips quickly met his again. Hands gripping at skin that felt so right. That seemed to mold into each other so perfectly.
"Come here," he whispered against my lips, hand linking with mine as he led me down to the boathouse near the lake. He moved quickly, pushing open the door and leading me inside. I watched as he jumped into the small sailing boat, holding his hand out to me as I climbed in behind him. He laid us down on the tarp that protected the boat, his fingers tangling into my hair.
Our kisses were now opened mouth, tongue finding each other in a tangled mess, skimming along the roofs of each. My hands slipped under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, he shimmed out of it as I untucked his tank, I wanted him in every way, and after four years I wasn't wasting any time.
"Help me, Harry. Please," I begged in a whiny voice. Louis was right, I loved begging, but only because I knew the result. He groaned, into my mouth, breaking the kiss to quickly undo his pants, my fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt and slipping it off of him. His fingers moved to my dress once his pants were off, reaching around to unzip me, fingers tugging my dress down, lips soon meeting my chest, hands pushing my tits together so that he could get his mouthful of both.
I moaned in pleasure, my head knocking back, mind lost in the idea that this was finally happening. Every dirty dream and fantasy I had of him was coming to life.
"I've dreamed about this, D. I've dreamed about what cherry vanilla tasted like, and god baby it tastes like a damn dream," he bit into my skin, making me arch into him, our skin creating a delicious friction.
"You haven't even had your mouthful yet, H," I whispered, my eyes locking with his as my hand squeezed between us, my fingers moving down my body, lifting my dress and moving into the band of my thong. I was greeted by a pool of arousal that started just for him, bringing it back up, gently pushing it into his mouth, "This is how it actually tastes."
My whispers were met with his eyes rolling back as his lips closed around my fingers, licking and sucking them clean. I pulled them out as his lips popped on release.
"Bloody fucking hell, Goldie Michaels, I'm about to fucking bust," he breathed, making a chuckle escape me. He smirked, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, as his hands pushed my dress up, releasing my lip to push my dress over my head. His eyes traveled down my body, his pupils seemed to dilate as he went, a hunger behind them soon finding their way back to mine.
"You know what I think about often? I thought about it just today actually. Your formal, that dance floor," he inhaled sharply, his hand pressing down on my hip, dragging his fingers back into my ass, kneading at it, "The way your hips pushed into me, the way I could have slipped that dress up to your waist, fit right in," he swallowed, his voice a low grumble almost. His hand pulled back, smacking my ass before kneading the pain away.
My heart raced in my chest, remembering that night, the way it was ruined just as his lips pressed into my neck, just as he was doing now. He sucked on my skin in between each kiss, up to my jawline. I whined as he ran his nose softly along it, "I would have let you. Welcomed it."
I pushed my hips forward, pressing him slightly flat, lowering onto his bare, hard cock. I adjusted myself so I could press my cunt down along his shaft, grinding it up and down his length. He reached down, moving my thong to the side, letting my wet cunt fully meet him.
"Were you as ready for me as you are now? So sweet, and wet without me even doing much?" He whispered into my ear, his thumb pressing down on my clit, making my hips jolt forward, his other hand gripping at my hip, helping me continue my movements on him.
"Mmm, mhm. Harry, I think my cunt's always been ready for you. I think it was made for you," I licked my lips, glancing down at him, then to the mess I was making, "Look at how much it cries for you, begs you to fill me up. Fill me up Harry, please."
"I have other things I need to tend to first, Goldie," He smirked, flipping us over so I was on my back, his body shifting between my legs. He placed a hand on either side of my hips, fingers looping around the band of my underwear, yanking them off me and throwing them to the side. He placed my left leg on his shoulder, kissing a path down my calf, down to under my knee and back around to my inner thigh, letting it bend over his shoulder. His nose trailed a path up to my belly button and back down, ending his journey with a soft kiss on my clit. Chills crept over my stomach as he continued to tease me, hitting it softly with his nose, moving it from side to side along it.
I heard myself whine, my legs squirming as he moved to tighten his grip on my hips, keeping me in place. He was making me feel frustrated, more than I already was feeling, "Harry, please..."
"Please what, baby D, you never had a problem with words. Why now?" He said against my cunt, his warm breath making my thigh clench.
"I need your face between my legs, please." I begged, completely whiny, completely about to lose my mind.
"It's already between your legs, you have to be more specific. I'm an idiot, remember?" He cooed, his fingers digging further into my hips, his nose dragging a bit of arousal up my stomach.
"Tell me how good cherry vanilla tastes, H. Remind yourself how good it tastes," I moaned out, shoving his face back against my cunt. I could feel the smile on his lips as he began lapping at my wet center. His tongue pushing flat against my middle, curling in a manner that shouldn't be allowed by any human being. He sucked on my swollen clit, creating a fountain of curse words from me as he did.
"Fu-uck, Harry, god..." I moaned, my fingers tangling into his hair, pulling at the roots causing him to groan against me.
Harry's POV
I was in fucking heaven, I felt like i was literally in the act of physically fucking heaven. She tasted so sweet on my tongue, her juices covering my chin as they dripped down her cunt that desperately wanted me. I pulled back, licking my lips as I looked up at her, her face a lovely shade of red that I had never seen on her cheeks. I took my hand, slowly moving a finger inside of her, feeling her walls pulse against them, my prick hard at the idea of her cunt squeezing itself around it in the same manner. I curled my finger forward, my digits searching for her soft center, her soft pleasure point that I knew I found by her delicious mewls. She was so whiny and needy and I couldn't get enough.
Biting at her inner thighs as I slipped in another digit, curling them more and more as I pulled them in and out of her, "Imagine taking my cock with that cunt, you take my fingers so well, I can't imagine you wrapped around me, fuck, D."
I slipped another finger in, three fingers fucking her as she palmed at her own breast, twisting her nipples and adding to her own pleasure. I knew she wasn't shy, I knew how sexual my best friend could be, but it had never been for me.
"Harry...I am so close...please don–dont, fuck yes...," she cried out, her legs starting to tremble, my lips quickly adding suction to her clit, helping her get where she wanted quicker. Her hand hit the side of the boat, gripping at the tarp as she came, her juices spilling out for me, giving me my last meal of the year. I pulled my fingers out of her, licking at her opening, pushing my tongue in and lapping up everything she gave. Her legs lazily relaxed around me, I pushed up her body, kissing along the scars from past incidents that told her own story. That made her my Goldie.
"Open, baby D, lemme show you how good you taste," I said, pressing my fingers to her lower lip as she opened her mouth; my three fingers slipped in, pushing down on her tongue, a soft gag coming from her before, my lips kissing along her jaw, "Mmm, fucking good girl."
I dragged my fingers out of her mouth, down her neck, choking her softly, "Tell me what you want now, it's all about you tonight, only you."
"Fuck me," she gasped.
"Mmm, I don't know if you really want it..." I teased, my hand moving to my cock, slowly fucking my fist as I watched her squirm under my hold.
"Fuck your love into me, Harry Styles. Fuck me so good I can't stop confessing my love to you. Please. Please, for your good girl," she said, so sweetly and whiny it was so dirty. I positioned both her legs on my shoulders, lining myself up and slipping inside her, bottoming out, her nails digging into my bare back, dragging down as I held my position, not moving, not giving her anything other than the feeling of being completely filled by me. Her head knocked back, a gasp escaped her that never seemed to return.
She pulled my face down to hers as it tossed forward, whimpering against our kiss, her chest heavy with her breath as I slowly pulled out, pushing all the way in again, "God you take me so...fucking...good," I gasped with each thrust, she was squeezing me so well. I placed my hands on either side of her, using them as leverage to lift higher, her legs wrapping around me letting me know I was hitting her G spot. Knowing I wasn't missing it, not even once.
She broke the kiss, clinging onto me and kissing my neck, biting at my skin, moaning into it as I found my face, her walls fluttering around me. She was milking me for everything I was worthy and I didn't know how I hadn't seen her bright light sooner. How I didn't realize how my Goldie was just that, mine.
I pushed up and away from her, locking eyes with her pretty brown eyes, smiling as I took in her beauty, her sweetness, the sly smile appearing on her face. I slowed my strokes, carefully moving her legs off my shoulders, I wanted to be close to her, I wanted to press into her. I lowered my body, placing my arms on either side of her head.
"I love you, my Goldie girl. My baby D. You feel that, feel how much I love you?" I said with each thrust, my left arm moving down over her shoulder, down to her breast, cupping it, kneading it, twisting at her perfectly perked up nipple.
She moaned, nodding softly, her hands traveling over my body, "I do, H. God, i love you." She leaned forward, pulling my cross pendant into her mouth, wrapping it around her tongue, before releasing it, "She touched that. But it's mine, just like you, mine."
She moaned out as her hips swiveled up into me, our thrusts meeting each other blissfully. Her walls fluttered around me, letting me know how close she was.
"I am, all yours baby, fuck, all yours," I groaned, kissing her messily, my tongue rubbing along the roof of her mouth.
"Claim me, Harry. Fill me full of you. God I wanna feel you dripping out of me, H," she whined, my hips bucking quicker. I felt the tingle build in my lower spine, my legs beginning to lose their stability, a groan building in my chest.
"Yeah, full of me, D? Is that what you would think about? Me feeling you full?" I said, my eyes hard on hers, her head nodding quickly.
"Please, H, god I need it, please," she begged. She was so damn sexy when she begged, "Ha-Harry imma, oh go-od..."
I kissed her again, thrusting as I felt her walls tighten around me, her sweet arousal covering me completely, dripping down both of us, "Fuck baby, yes.." I moaned, bottoming out as I filled her up, shooting ropes of my mess inside of her.
She whined at the feeling, whimpering and taking hold of my ass, pushing me further in her. I chuckled, pressing a kiss into her forehead, "Are you trying to seal the deal baby? Trying to keep me around?"
"Mmm, daddy Styles has a ring to it," she giggled, shuddering softly. I chuckled, catching my breath and kissing her forehead again, then her nose.
"Come with me?" I whispered.
"I already did," she giggled and I laughed, pressing a kiss into her lips. I pulled out slowly, kissing my way down her body, licking at her nipples, down her stomach. I reached her cunt, lapping up the delicious mixture of her and I, cleaning along her thighs.
"No, Goldie," I kissed her cunt, moving back up to her mouth, kissing her, letting her taste us together, "Come with me to London. I can't be without you. Not anymore."
"H..." she started and I kissed her again, deeply, meaning every bit of it.
"Just think about it."
"Okay."
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SUMMARY Y/n and Harry have sex in the kitchen.
CONTENT WARNING, smut (Minors DNI), UNPROTECTED KITCHEN SEX, oral (fem receive), creamiepie
WORD COUNT 3,582 words
i don’t know if you want smut or fluff so i gave you heavy smut:) we all love dadrry! enjoy this till the next harry x angel is out.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” The small child apologizes softly with her voice full of innocence, when the small blue cup tips and the lemonade spills on her father’s grey t-shirt, immediately printing a dark patch on the fabric. Fortunately, Harry caught the cup before it could drop on the floor. Harry’s quick to give his child an assuring smile, shaking his head. The cool beverage sinking into his shirt, sticking against his skin uncomfortably, but he’s brushing it off, not wanting his baby to think they did wrong.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s not a big problem, just a little spill, alright?” The little girl nods then scoops up a spoon full of mac and cheese while her dad grabbed napkins for his shirt.
A curious Y/n walked out of the laundry room just to see her husband removing his t-shirt. As old as they were, the years they’ve been together, it never failed to make her heart skip a beat. The back muscles came into view. As if she was 18 all over again, seeing this beautiful tatted teen for the first time. His toned back and his tense muscles relax as he finally got the wet cotton off him.
When he turns to see his wife he nodded towards her, acknowledging her presence in the room.
“What’s going on in here?” Harry’s head swoons l to the warm chirp of his wife’s voice. She stands in her dark red pajama silk set, her hair tied up, the sight forming immediate heart eyes in his pupils.
Their son was first to speak out, “She spilled her juice on Daddy!” Maeve’s eyebrows knitted as she’s appalled her brother called her out. “No, no. It was an accident,” She whined, dropping her small spoon on her plate.
“It was an accident, darling. Don’t worry about it anymore. You two finish up soon.” Harry told his his daughter before looking up at Y/n asking, “Did you already throw in the load?” He asks, patting down the damp area, the smell of lemon reflecting off him. He walked closer to Y/n, who gave him a nod.
“Yes, but thankfully I didn’t start it yet. I came out when I heard… this.” She grinned, referring to his wet shirt. She steps closer to him taking the shirt from his hands saying, “I’ll take this. Can you get the plates in the sink and baths ready?”
“Yes and yes. Thank you, love,” he said, pressing an innocent kiss to his wife’s temple with an arm around the small of her back. Little did he know that started a fire in her.
Being in love for almost two decades now, had four kids, and he still turned her on. Not much has changed. Yes, he grew a little belly but the dad bod look on him turned her on more. Yes, he grew a bit grey but it was even hotter. He was still the sexiest man she’s ever met. This weekend resulted in two out of their four children being home. For the weekend, their thirteen-year-old daughter and fifteen-year-old son spent the night at their friends’ house. Fortunately, they’re together because the friends are also siblings and Y/n and Harry trusted their parents, Ruth and Austin, considering they have been friends for years. They missed the kids, greatly. But it wasn’t like they were fully free to do whatever. They still had the two youngest in the house, and usually, they are a handful when their older siblings are around to bother them. But now they don’t have anyone to both but each other.
Harry and Y/n’s sex life was probably better than the average married couple’s with four kids. Although, as the kids grew older and more to themselves, Harry found himself getting less private time with his wife. The teens became teens who stayed up past midnight, whether it’s listening to music, binging their favorite shows, playing a video game, or on FaceTime with their friends, they were up. The two parents didn’t completely lack a sex life because they were always willing to have each other— just depending on the circumstances.
The rest of the night she couldn’t help but have butterflies in her tummy whenever her husband would do something. He looked really hot. A little excited she got that familiar feeling of arousal in her core as much as it pained her all night.
But about 30 minutes after the kids baths, they were sleeping safe and sound. Just tucked in by their mommy, hugs and kisses from both mommy and daddy. Y/n finally was able to act of her arousal. Walking down the stairs to see Harry was scrubbing the plates, deciding it’ll be quicker if he hand washed. His wife watched as his hand moved with the soapy towel he scrubbed with.
Y/n walked behind him, the sudden hand on his back made him jump a bit. “It’s just me,” She chuckled. He smiled as she pecked his shoulder comfortably. The kids are sound asleep,” She told him.
“Yeah? Did you check on Lily and Eli yet?” Harry asked on the children who weren’t in the house at the moment. It was hard enough to let them hang out with friends let alone a sleepover. But as the kids got older it got a little more easier to be more trusting of them not the outside world. They were mature, honest, trusting teens. It made the couple feel a whole lot better since they became friends with two siblings and are with each other all the time. Every other hour, they would shoot out a text to one of the teens phones, just making sure they’re okay. Always a good morning and goodnight text.
Y/n hummed softly against his soft skin. “Yes. Ruth told me they ordered pizza tonight,” She watched as his veins that were in his hands poked out as the dish soap fell down his wrist. Her stomach churning and her head gone black for a second as he scrubbed Maeve’s plate. He smelt delightful, she couldn’t put a exactly a name to it though. But it was making her even more horny.
That’s when Y/n inhaled and exhaled deeply, her breaths making the hairs in Harry’s skin stand up. She called his name gently. The little nickname, H, making his ears grow to listen to whatever his love was to say next. The hand of the woman trails on his back and across his muscles. “What do you say you and I head back to the bedroom, hmm?” She questions sweetly, though her voice is seducing as she stroked his tatted arm, watching as he stopped scrubbing the pan and looked down at his wife. So beautiful. Her eyes gleaming up at him.
Then, Harry began to feel her touch grow less innocent.
Harry turned to take a peak up at the staircase like he expected two little feet to ruin what could’ve been/ what was about to happen. His brows raise, “Really? Right now?” Already growing excited in short anticipation. She nodded, “Please.” Harry’s hands let the plastic plate he was washing fall inside the sink, clashing with pans. Before she could make a complaint about the loud noise, he grabbed her face in his hands, closing her mouth shut. She’s quick to note the change of demeanor and the meaning in his eyes that soon turned lustful. His grasp on her face making her arousal release from her, unwillingly. Pressing their lips together, Harry kisses her passionately, swearing to not waste this moment.
His lips top hers as he took the breath she breathed out. Allowing him to take control of her and the kiss. Harry tilted his head as did his wife, their lips fitting together like puzzle pieces. A fuzzy-headed Y/n pulls away from the kiss, due to her lack of air, “Fuck, H,” She huffed out mid-kiss, the opening of her mouth allowing his tongue to hungrily sweep past her lips and lick inside her mouth. Hands now on her waist, moving her back until her bum hit the kitchen island.
They made out like they needed this. They made out like two horny teens who only see each other two days of week. They made out like they were desperate for each others touch. Her hands met the back of his head, gripping his curls, prying him away from her mouth. Her intentions were to tell him to take this to the bedroom but his eyes dart to the view of her neck and dive down to hungrily suck on the skin. Savoring her flavor, sucking feverishly on her skin. His hands finding anywhere on her body. Her hips, her ass, her thighs.
Y/n pulled back from the kiss, eyes locked on Harry’s swollen lips pink lips that were soon shining when he darted his tongue across. The breathtaking woman in front of him is about breathless. Wanting more of her, Harry pulled her closer going in for another kiss but she pulled back again. “Fuck, baby. Let’s take this to the bedroom,” She moaned, trying her hardest not to prop herself up on the counter and have him fuck her right then and there. But it’s like he read her mind. Harry says, “How about I take you right here?” He replies huskily against her skin causing her thighs to tremble, and voice to stutter. Before she knew it he’s muttering the word, jump, and she’s hoisted up in his arms, letting him slide her on the counter. She was too horny to turn down his idea.
Running her fingertips on his broad naked shoulders, flames traveling through him. His cock grows harder the more her hands are on him and the more she moans against him. “We gotta keep it really low,” He tells her, sinking down to his knees as his fingers hook on the waistband of her pajamas. Once they’re down to her ankles, Harry doesn’t bother finishing the job because once he sees the wet patch in her red underwear he loses it. He huffs out a low, fuck, and let’s his hands ride up her thick thighs.
Y/n peaks down at her husband, making heart clenching eye contact but it breaks when her eyes trail down to his lips. A wide smirk spreads. “Shit, you’re so wet, honey.” He chuckled, almost mockingly. No shit, she thought. “You’ve must’ve been like this all night all huh, baby?” His voice is in a cooing tone as if he was mocking the act of sympathy. He rises up to his feet, placing himself in between his love’s thighs. His palm gets hot as it finds it way against her clothed pussy. That sensitive area heated and aching for attention.
She sucks in a sharp breath as his fingers clamp and he grips her pussy. Huffing out a desperate, yes, her voice is low, afraid she’ll awake her sleeping children. Gripping in the counter, practically bruising her fingertips. “Can you fuck me please?”
Her husband completely dismisses her question before asking, “You like when I do that to your pussy, hmm, darling?” Receiving a nod from his wife, he pats her sensitive clothed cunt like a dog, an unholy moan slipping from her throat. She answers, “Yes I do.”
“It’s been so long since I’ve actually been in you huh? Bet you all tight and shit, huh?”
She nods mindlessly, mentally begging him to just fuck her but damn he was enjoying himself. “I am, Harry,” She whimpered hopelessly. Ending her sentence with a small, please, a whimper following, as she did a small grind with her hips against his hand.
At this point, Harry’s breaths are hitting Y/n’s face as he slid his hand inside the waistband of her underwear, making her breath hitch and her to grip the countertop. Immediately going to her clit, pressing down and rubbing softly. She moans, throwing her head back, hair falling back on the counter.
Harry discreetly slipped one finger her small hole, her hole so soaping wet he just slid in. Tight, she was. She lets out a raspy, fuck, grinding her bare bum against the counter.
Harry leans in, allowing her to grab onto his shoulders, soon wrapping her arms around his neck. “Oh my fucking—” She digs her fingernails into the back of Harry’s neck as he slips in his ring finger.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re suffocating my fingers, baby.” He chuckles lightly, fingering her feverishly. “So. Fucking. Tight,” He purrs against her lips, licking into her agape mouth, finally locking their lips together after teasing her. He plunged his fingers inside her soapy, cock-deprived cunt. Crooking both fingers as she threw her head back at the toe curling sensation. She let out an unholy cry and mewl when her thighs tense as Harry finger fucks her so good.
Harry’s tongue plays with hers, getting all of her tastebuds. Savoring the taste of each other, the two moan as Y/n’s arousal trails down Harrys wrist. He continues the amazing pace and in and out—crooking motion with his fingers as she release a like of curse words when her first orgasm of the night is near. Repeatedly hitting her g-spot, Harry talks her through as he breathing gets out of rhythm. His words go muffled as her breathing and moans get louder.
The last words she heart before her orgasm were…
“Feels like forever since Ive been in you.”
“You’re going to come, babe? I know, I know.”
“Cum on my fingers, baby.”
His words are her confirmation. Her thighs shook, her feet banged gently against the lower cabinet as Harry’s eyes roll over her whole body. She trembled as her toes curled, her stomach churned, and eyes rolled back just as her cum slowly spills out onto Harry’s digits.
A high pitched moan crawls up her throat and out her mouth, she rides out her orgasm on the pads of his fingers. Her breaths are quick and uneven. Desperate to catch her breath. “There you go, so pretty. Fucking gorgeous,” He praised and guided his wife through it. Her around hooked around his neck lightened up and slid down his naked torso.
“Fuck,” Y/n heard the low groan causing her to look up to see her husband looking off her cum off his fingers. “So sweet,” He purrs. Harry looks down, making Y/n follow his gaze. His cock was fighting against the shackles of his sweatpants. “I’m not done yet, baby. My cock is so hard. Jus’ know it was jealous when it saw my fingers fucking you,” he smirks.
“Want you inside me. N-now,” She huffs, her cunt still desperate. “Please.” She watched as Harry began to pull down his sweats, peaking down as he did also began to pull down briefs. The skin of his cock is seen and she grows impatient. Her breathing just getting back to steady rhythm, her whines a little louder than before, muttering the word, hurry.
Harry shudders as the cool air of the kitchen hits his cock, that shoots up when he finally gets his pants down. Y/n whines, “God— H, please.” She doesn’t know the last time she seen his cock. Most likely last week for an early morning shag, but it was still so unfamiliar to her when she’s been with he kids and working all week.
“I know, baby. Lay back for me,” he commands politely. She does as her husband says and laid against the cold counter top, pussy on display. Her wet folds are aching with pleasure as is the rest of her body.
“Shit,” Harry jerked himself as he began to kneel. He didn’t want to take too much of her layers off in case a child was to come down the stairs but that’s why they kept quiet- so they wouldn’t wake them and so they could hear their little noises.
Harry began to kneel in front of her cunt that laid up on the counter top, head between her thighs. Y/n couldn’t see anything but the upside down living room that was set in front of her as her head was back and she awaited Harry’s affection. What she didn’t expect was for Harry to hungrily, rummage through her folds with his tongue, forcefully. Licking a wet stripe between her folds, tasting every bit of her pink pussy.
She mewls out, whining as his tongue plungers inside her wet hole. Letting out an exaggerated sob, Y/n wraps her legs around her husbands back as he kitty licked her cunt, his lips brushing past her sensitive parts. Fuckfuckfuck, she swarms on the counter, having Harry hold her thighs down as he pulls his tongue out and pressed it against her clit. Harry had his hand wrapped around his cock, moving it in a slow up and down motion. Jerking himself slowly, moaning hungrily against her sweet pussy, sending vibrations all throughout her body. Using his fingers to pull back the hood of her clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking feverishly. She cries lowly, gripping onto the tight curls that her husband determinedly grew. He growled and shook his head as the grip on his hair turned him on more and more.
He tugged on his cock, squeezing as the precum dripped down his palm. His other hand, was rubbing Y/n’s inner thigh, slowly crawling up to her clit. Pressing his thumb against her sensitive bud, his tongue dived inside her, curling up like his fingers previously did. Y/n’s cries grew louder, her body oversensitive after her first orgasm and now she’s riding his tongue, on to her second orgasm.
“Fuck. I need to be inside you right now,” He groaned as he stood up quickly. The lost of his tongue made Y/n gasp and cry out. But Harry doesn’t let her pussy go long without attention. He continues to rub her clit forcefully, before teasingly, slaps his heavy cock against her cunt, making her cry. As much as he wanted to be inside her, so so badly, her cries were fucking beautiful.
The tip of his cock pressed against her clit as it slipped down with her soapy mound. “Please, H, please.” Her quiet pleads deceive him as he finally slips his tip in, large soft hands lay on her hips as he tilts in. “Holy shit,” He curses under his breath.
His nails immediately stick inside her hips. Harry rolls his hips meeting with hers, their skin meeting and slapping. Their rhythm is slow at first. Enjoying the intimacy of the moment. His balls slap against the bottom of her folds as he fucks into her passionately.
“Oh my god,” She moans. She’s unable to keep her moans in as much as she’s like as Harry’s tipping inside her.
“Pleasepleaseplease, fuck!”
“Shh, shh. Baby come,” He whispered, pausing his thrust and tugging on her wrist. Pulling a tad, motioning for her to lift her upper body and meet him halfway. She does as he wants and swings herself up, unable to keep steady with the long heavy cock that’s stomach deep inside her. Just moving made her moan.
Harry held her lower back with his left hand, moving closer to her pressing his lips against hers. Kissing her softly, Harry rolled his hips back and forward, his cock hitting her g-spot perfectly now that she was angled up on the counter. “Argnnn, ple—” Y/n’s cries are covered by Harry’s enticing kiss, keeping her steady as they moved their hips rhythmically. His right hand moved on top of her clit, using his wide thumb to rub gently.
She whined against his lips, muffled moans, all of it satisfying him. “Jus’ like that baby. Stay quiet,” He muttered, keeping her lips on his. She would tremble in his arms whenever he hit that spot and he would groan whenever she’d tighten around him. Rocking in and out of her, the kitchen echoed with the soft sounds of their naked skin meeting.
Fuck, Harry was being nasty with it. One thing you loved about Harry was that he was great at multitasking. He licked inside her mouth, tongue finding hers as she submissively let him play inside her mouth. Their salivas mixing as Harry fucked into her cunt, their orgasms coming closer and closer. Harry’s eyes roll to the back of his head as his cock enjoyed her soaked cunt hugging it tight, almost suffocating it.
She could feel him so deep inside her. In her guts, just about it.
A breathless Harry pulled away from the heated kiss and said, “Fuck, I’m so close.” His thigh muscles tightening and growing sore as did Y/n’s whole body. Her body began to feel numb as her eyes roll back again in ecstasy. “So so good, H. Baby fuck, I can’t. I’m cumming,” She warned him breathlessly.
She couldn’t feel her legs. “Me too, me too. Come on baby” His breath shuddered and cracked as his cock twitches inside her cunt, spurting his cum inside her. He moans into her ear lowly as she unravels as well, her moans are high pitched, harmonizing with him. It was hot, sweaty. Curses left their mouths as their breaths are lost in the air and the search for oxygen begins. “Holy fucking shit,” He muttered. His cock warms her for just a little bit more until he slips out making her feel immediately empty. She whines as her stretched hole leaks with cum of her own and her husbands.
“Did we really just have sex on the kitchen counter?” She exhales, shaking her head.
“Yes we did angel. How about I deep clean this counter while you get us a hot bath, hmm?”
She didn’t know how she managed to walk up the stairs and into the bathroom but she did. That night resulted in late night back rubs in a warm bath and another toe curling orgasm to end the night off right.
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Wake the Dead*
Summary: An iFall for Harry blurb for Halloween Kinktober, Freaky Fun
The one where you and Harry sneak into an abandoned cemetery at night.
And things get a little spooky.
Can be read as standalone!
Word Count: 2.1k
*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*
“Har…Harry—”
“Shh. Gonna scare the ghosts, ladybug.”
You pout playfully while Harry grins and continues his vivacious sucking on your neck. “Har...what if we get caught?”
“Then we run.”
You whimper deep within the back of your throat, sighing when his tongue darts out to swipe under your jaw. “We’re...we're gonna be late. What if Patrick comes looking—”
“He won’t,” Harry retorts calmly, tightening his hold on your hips while continuing to grind you down against his cock. “Now hush, you’re ruining my fun.”
Left with no other choice, you oblige his request. Eyelids growing heavy with lust as you look off into the dark, empty cemetery. The sound of the wind echoes between the trees; an ominous addition to your frantic and somewhat lewd make out session. Yet despite it all…you feel at peace.
It had been Harry’s idea to come for a leisurely stroll through the cemetery in the first place. Claiming it was perfect Halloween fun – and he knew a shortcut.
But five minutes later, he had you down on his lap, his hands under your shirt, and his tongue tangled with yours.
Not that you really care to complain. You enjoy the spookiness and the secrecy. After all, you don’t always tend to get such private moments with a man whose face is plastered on almost every billboard across the world.
But in times like tonight – when it’s just you and him – you realize how badly you need them.
And how grateful you are that you texted that wrong number all those months ago.
“Har,” you whisper again, fingers tangling in his roots as you tug. “Baby, there’s cameras—”
“So?”
“So,” you exhale, “if they recognize you, you could get in trouble.”
Harry merely hums. A soft, dangerous sort of sound while his thumbs swipe beneath the swells of your breasts. “Don’t care.”
“Well…you should—”
“But I don’t,” he repeats coolly. “Only care about you.”
You feel your insides twist. “Just…don’t want you to get in trouble.”
He smirks at this. Amused with your nerves and enamored by your care. He leans back, now nudging his nose against yours. “I won’t, baby,” he whispers. “S’nothing wrong with me lovin’ on my girl, is there?”
You smile yourself. “No. But that’s not all you had in mind, is it?”
His grin grows a bit more wicked. “I don’t know. Depends.”
“On?”
“If you like an audience.”
Confused, your brows furrow.
He nods his chin toward the dark graveyard before you, gesturing at the headstones with a devious gleam in his eye. “Heard ghosts like to watch.”
Now you understand, chuckling beneath a quiet breath as you readjust yourself over his lap. “Is that right?”
“Mhm. Kinky little fuckers.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I mean, not that I really mind,” he continues, nuzzling his way back to your neck. Dancing a trail of kisses down to your shoulder. “Kind of feel bad for them, y’know? Bet they never see any action anymore.”
Your lashes flutter. “Yeah…”
“We’d probably be doing them a kindness.”
“Mmm…”
“Let ‘em watch…let them listen…let them feed off your pretty, little screams.”
He suddenly tugs on your hips, forcing your cunt against his hardened cock, and it makes a breath hitch in your throat.
“Guess…guess you’re right,” you exhale, head rolling to the side. “S’only fair.”
He smiles. “Guess it is.”
You whine again as his cold hands smooth across the expanse of your stomach, easily slipping down to your waistband. “Har…”
“What?” It’s a gentle hum but filled with concern as his eyes flick to yours. “We don’t have to, baby, I promise. We can leave right now and go back to the hotel, yeah? Finish what we started there. Honest.”
It’s a kind thought. Considerate and so very Harry that it makes your heart wrench.
But it’s not what you want, and you begin to giggle quietly as you shake your head and lace your fingers around the back of his neck. “No, I don’t wanna go. Want you to fuck me – right here – and let all the ghost’s watch.”
The energy shifts instantaneously as he bursts out into a wide, excitable grin that fills his whole face. Putting those familiar dimples on display as you kiss him hard and with an overwhelming rush of adoration.
“That’s my girl,” he groans, returning to his work of slipping your zipper down. “Okay, but we gotta be quick, yeah? Don’t want you to catch a cold.”
“Wouldn’t care if I did,” you admit, fingers fumbling with his belt. “Just wanna feel you, Har—”
“I know,” he breathes, moaning some when his thumb finally finds your clit. “Shit, I know, ladybug. Got you all worked up, hm? Like it when I tease you, don’t you?”
You can say nothing, instead nodding again as you pull his cock from his boxers. He’s hard and heavy in your hand. The tip slightly swollen and sticky with pre-cum as you work him in your palm.
“Fuck—” His forehead drops to your collarbone, lips buried into the skin not covered by your sweater. “M’gonna cum if you keep doing that—”
“Well, maybe I wanna tease you, too,” you retort. Watching the way he twitches between your fingers. “Know you like it when I edge you.”
He makes another noise – virile and animalistic. Tortured in a sense and it makes your cunt clench around nothing. “And you think I’m the sadist in the relationship.”
You smirk. “We share.”
After a few more coy pumps, you release him, and move to wrangle your jeans further down your thighs. Creating a bit more room and space before he’s bringing his cock to you.
Steadying your stance above his lap, you rise up onto your knees, and allow yourself to sink down onto him. Slow and easy – enough for you to both feel every second.
And it’s everything – a rush of endorphins and euphoria that transcends this one singular moment. He’s the perfect stretch. No matter how many times you take him, it feels like the first. Enough to knock the wind from your lungs and make your mind grow fuzzy.
Once you’re finally sat, your arms loop around his neck, holding him to you. Keeping him warm inside your pussy as he curses and presses a kiss to your throat.
“There you go,” he murmurs, hands cementing to your sides. “You okay, baby?”
You offer another weak nod. “Yeah…yeah, m’good.”
“Good girl. Do you want my help or do you wanna do it yourself?” he asks softly, taking a moment to glance over your expression.
You suck in a needy gasp for air and glance down. “Wanna…wanna do it. I can do it, I swear.”
He chuckles gently before loosening his grip. “Okay, lovie. But I’m right here, yeah? Do whatever you want me to do.”
You dip down and smash your lips against his. Kissing him to showcase your gratitude before you begin to roll your hips and set a steady pace.
It’s relaxed at first. Enough to ease you both into it – create a desperate need and worsen the ache until you’re both whining, frantic messes.
And he allows you to create your own rhythm. Never rushing you or pulling you the way he wants. He merely wants to enjoy you. Enjoy the sound of his cock slipping in and out of your greedy cunt that sucks him in so well.
The cemetery has grown quiet. Almost too quiet, save for your anxious pants and pathetic whimpers. Occasionally a rogue crow will swoop from tree to tree, but it only makes Harry smirk. As if entertained by the reminder of where you are.
You feel his fingers move for your nipples. Tweaking them between the cold pads of his thumbs before he’s forcing your sweater higher so he can attach his mouth to the left one.
His tongue is warm – a stark contrast to the frigid outside air. But it’s perfect. Sensual and erotic as he sucks you into his mouth and moans.
Your mind falls into an exhilarated haze as you begin to bounce on him. Faster and faster, despite the ache in your joints. Needing to chase after that rush and the sounds he makes.
“So good, baby,” he praises between devious licks and harsh gropes. “Just like that. S’it feel good, lovie? My cock making you feel good?”
“Yes…yes,” you whine, head dropping back as he nips at the skin of your breast. “Harry, please—”
“What, hm?” He flattens his tongue against the aggravated skin. “What do you want, ladybug?”
You make another noise that becomes lost in a gasp, struck with a rush of pleasure from the way his cock strokes against your spongy walls.
“Is that it?” he asks, almost proudly. “Was that your little spot, honey? S’that what you need?”
You nod again and work to find it once more – angling your rolls until you feel it. “Shit…Har…feel so fucking good—”
“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock? Right now, let ‘em watch?”
You mewl despite his teasing. Ghosts or not, there’s something tantalizing about the idea of him doing this to you in public. No matter how crass, there’s something about it that feels almost sweet. About the idea that Harry Styles – America’s Sweetheart – would be willing to taint his reputation and throw away his anonymity just for you.
His large palms suddenly move for your ass, cupping you firmly before beginning to guide you a bit faster. Seemingly overcome by the need for release the closer he gets.
“Shit there you go…there you go, honey, fuck.” He’s groaning now – almost incoherent as his brows crease and his teeth grit. He’s so beautiful when he’s being fucked. “M’gonna cum, baby. M’gonna cum…and you’re gonna take it, yeah? Gonna take me in your pretty pussy?”
You stumble over a gasp and scratch your nails down his shoulders. Allowing him to move you exactly the way he needs as he begins to yank you all the way down. Burying himself inside your cunt until you feel him twitch.
“Keep going,” he exhales before it twists into a moan. “Fuck, keep going, lovie, m’almost there—”
“Please,” you whisper, pressing your forehead to his. “Shit, please, Har. Cum inside me, please—”
“God, baby. Gonna, I promise. Fucking fill you—”
“Please—”
“And you’re gonna take me, aren’t you? Keep me inside this sweet little cunt all goddamn night, yeah?”
“Harry, please—”
“Shit—”
It hits him then. Suddenly and with no warning as he releases a lewd groan and empties himself into your pussy. Wrapping his arms around your middle to keep you against his lap while he fills you with each drop he has to offer.
It makes your fucking head spin, a warmth blossoming in your stomach as you weave your fingers in his roots and pulls his head against your heart.
However, he doesn’t settle in your embrace for long, instead moving his touch down to your clit to work you toward your own release. Pinching and rubbing in small, practiced circles until you’re practically screaming. Unraveling by his hand only moments later as your pleasured sounds echo around the graveyard. Loud enough to wake the dead.
“There you go,” he murmurs, and it’s sweet like honey. Deep and comforting as he kisses your neck. “Oh, baby. Fucking soaking me, aren’t you? Can feel you all over my thighs, lovie. S’fucking perfect. Aren’t you?”
You feel your lips stretch into a lazy smile as you finally manage to catch your breath and slump against his strong frame. Allowing him to hold you up as you both succumb to the quiet night.
You feel his fingers stroke against the skin of your hips. Another quiet reminder of his adoration that makes your stomach flip.
“Did so good,” he praises, nuzzling his nose against your jaw in an unspoken attempt at asking for a kiss. He grins when you give it to him. “See? S’more fun with an audience, isn’t it?”
You laugh, eyes trailing over to the row of tombstones just beside you. “Speaking of which…do you know what a ghost’s favorite cheese is?”
Instantly, a grin is exploding across his face. “What?”
You take a beat to build up the anticipation, fighting a smirk as you whisper, “Ghoul-da.”
He groans, amused and exasperated as he tightens his arms around your waist. “God, that was your worst yet.”
“What? You aren’t scared stiff?”
“Fuck off—”
“Are you gonna boo me?”
“Ladybug—”
“Well, you better fasten your sheet belt, cause there’s more where that came from—”
“All right,” he huffs playfully, tugging you closer until you squeal. “You win. And you’re insufferable.”
You chuckle. “Maybe, but…you love me.”
To this, he smiles, and your heart feels warm and fuzzy as he guides his lips to yours.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
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Welcome to the Poly!Plasticsverse!
collab with: @yungpoetfics (my fav bubs in the world)
Regina George
@queenbgina/@callmereginald (she/her)
North Shore's Queen Bee
Soft for her girlfriends
The mom of the group
Basically a sugar mommy for her girls
Lifehack Geek
TikTok hater
Has rational fear of werewolves
Will fight a bitch
Victoria's Secret girly
Female rapper stan (Doja, Cardi, Megan, etc.)
Gryffindor
Lesbian
Gretchen Wieners
@thegretchenw/@greatgretsby (she/her/it (only if ur special))
The second mom of the group
Softest human
Loves playing with her girlfriends hair
#1 Twilight hater
Has a letterboxd account just to leave bad reviews
The level headed one usually, but will snap when she needs
Cuddly as fuck
Loves Fleur du Mal lingerie
Stubborn as Fuck
Wine drinker/expert
Loves vintage music (Elvis, Elton John, etc.)
Hufflepuff
Bisexual
Karen Shetty
@karebearz/@karensheetty (any pronouns)
Ambidextrous™️
Loves Spongebob
Plant Parent
Knows Britney Spears and Lady Gaga choreo
Kpop girly (Blackpink, BTS, etc.)
Lettering expert
Has Funko Pop collection
Squishmallow lover
Ravenclaw
Pansexual
Cady Heron
@cady_heron/@defnotcaddy (she/her)
The third mom of the group
Whispers when angry
Carries bandaids at all times
Always has snacks
Lactose Intolerant (but LOVES cheese)
Cries at Rom-Coms
LOVES hugs
Cannot handle spicy food
Sleeps with a teddy bear
Happy to be here
Friends with everyone's parents
Token vanilla of the group
Has diary (with a heart shaped lock)
Bisexual
Aaron Samuels
@aaronsammy/@atomicaaron (he/him) or (ho/mie)
1/3 of Terror Trio
Y/N's best friend
North Shore's resident Himbo
Will do anything if someone says "I dare you"
Impulsive buyer
Has one brain cell (shares it with Y/N)
Overuses 💪 emoji
Usually confused
1/2 Golden Retriever duo
Can skateboard
Uses Axe body spray
Co-founder of Stuntmares
Dreams of grabbing a teddy in a claw machine (bucket list item)
Ass man
Owns too many grey sweatpants
Kisses his homies (homiesexual)
Has never watched Harry Potter
Watches lifestyle coaches on YT
Can play the ukulele (really badly)
Loves Eminem and Harry Styles (would fuck Harry Styles)
Writes Larry Stylinson fanfics
Kissed Y/N once (regretted immediately)
Bisexual
Damian Hubbard
@hubbarddamian/@damianishubby (he/him/they)
Learned how to sew from Janis
Does drag and has a YT channel (Anita Dick)
Huge Adore Delano stan
Will fight anyone who hurts Janis
Doesn't like Rupaul as a person, but is a religious Drag Race fan
#1 Poly!Plastics fan
Has an 8 step skincare routine
Cameraman for Stuntmares
Earlybird
Lies about having curfew to go to sleep early
Ravenclaw
(Lowkey wishes he was a Slytherin bc it's the "cuntiest house"
Him and Karen watch The Bachelor
Fav movie is Dirty Dancing (did the lift with Janis)
Learned how to twerk from Y/N
Gay
Janis Imi'Ike
@janiisimiike/@imiikenough (she/they)
Secret Barbie girly(live action and animated movies)
Will go straight for Ryan Gosling
Feral chihuahua of the group
Hozier stan
HATES THE KARDASHIANS
Pain in Regina's ass
Anger Issues™️
Secretly loves Olivia Rodrigo
Mentally Ill friend
Emotional Drunk
Karaoke Queen
Tits girly
Leather Jacket lesbian
Getting piercings > therapy
Has a suit collection
Thrifter
Loves her friends
Dog person (secretly)
Quotes niche memes
Kinky af
Middle Child
Lesbian
Y/N Y/L/N (FC: Chrissy Costanza)
@thisbeyn/@reginaslefttit (she/he/they/it)
2/3 Terror Trio
2/2 Golden Retriever duo
Has matching fried egg tattoo with Aaron.
Co-Founder of Stuntmares
"Hi, I'm Y/N and welcome to Stuntmares" *jumps off roof into pool*
Cuts her own hair
Blooper Reel Queen
North Shore's resident stoner
AUDHD (autistic + ADHD)
Playlists range from Beethoven to ashnikko
"IT'S NOT A PHASE. IT'S A LIFESTYLE."
Demisexual
Plays electric guitar
Has slight speech impediment
Gremlin of the group
D&D Dungeon Master
ALWAYS falls asleep during movie night
Power Nap Addict™️
Insomniac
Monster Energy Drink Enthusiast (collects the cans)
Oddly good at Origami
Tweets everything she thinks
Has been banned from Fortnite and Roblox
Married to Gretchen on The Sims (regina and karen were sad)
Anger issues
✨Spicy✨ Latina (do not fuck with her people)
Matching rings with her gfs
Def had one night stand with Cady
Shane Oman
@shaneomann/@omantastic (he/him) or (dumb/hoe)
Loves Old School Rap (Biggie, Tupac, Snoop Dogg, etc.)
Hates Y/N at first but comes to love her like a sister.
Only person who can outsmoke Y/N.
Has a dropped truck with red LED lights under it.
Blasts music walking down the halls.
Always has the zoomies.
Orange cat friend.
Has elevator music playing in his head 24/7.
Challenged Damian to a dance off. (He lost. But he had girls simping over him)
Posts thirst traps on TikTok. (Regina's mom is his #1 follower)
Has a frying pan tattooed to match Aaron and Y/N.
Always on Stuntmares trying to create new world records.
Or eating a bunch of weird combos.
"Oman! Not again!" *proceeds to eat a marshmallow and spam sandwich*
Ralph Lauren man
Whenever the polycule argues, he's a "fuck this shit, I'm out" person.
Professional party crasher
Dine and Dash expert
Has nipple piercings (Aaron and Y/N dared him to get them)
Curses like a fucking sailor (Half of his lines on Stuntmares are just censor beeps)
Talks way too fast.
Knows Italian and Spanish (Him and Y/N talk shit in Spanish)
His ringtone for Aaron and Y/N is the remix of the Windows error sound
Loves t-shirts with offensive prints (Regina tries to make him dress normally)
Has gc with Aaron and Y/N called "Hoemies"
Would fuck Aaron
TICKLISH
Major gossip (Him and Gretchen meet once a week to talk shit)
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Family Forever.
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authors note - this is a part two to this blurb, so feel free to read that before engaging in this one!!
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harryandynupdates, (Y/N) spotted in London yesterday with a baby bump!
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username, you can’t just make assumptions, she may not even be pregnant 🤷♀️
username, Harry’s going to be a dad!!
username, I just passed out I think
username, I think I’m going to be sick
username, I mean it’s about time I guess
username, she’s glowing!
username, totally ignoring the caption but do you think she’s on the phone to Harry?
username, omds, imagine!
username, imagine she’s not pregnant 😭
username, in the first photo there’s definitely something
username, Harry being a dad is what all you lot have always wanted but now it could actually be happening your all upset…don’t make sense to me
username, exactly!
username, PREACH !!
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harrysfinsta, not long now. ❤️🍼
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niallsfinsta, still can’t believe your going to be a dad
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harrysfinsta, I adore you.❤️
mamatwist, can’t wait to finally hold them💞
harrysfinsta, nor can i.
louissfinsta, almost there lad !
harrysfinsta, time couldn’t come fast enough
taylorsfinsta, the nursery looks amazing you guys, so excited to meet the little one !!
harrysfinsta, @yourinstagram designed it, I just got told what to do
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liamsfinsta, prepare for the sleep less nights 😂
harrysfinsta, nothing can prepare me for those
gemmasfinsta, can’t believe I’m finally going to be an aunty, not like I’ve been waiting years,
harrysfinsta, you’ve been waiting years? what about me?!
zaynsfinsta, Khai is so excited to meet them.
harrysfinsta, so am I 🥹
sarahsfinsta , you’ll be joining the crew so soon
harrysfinsta, it’s about damn time
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enews, Harry Styles seen carrying a baby carrier after exiting a hospital yesterday in London after reports his wife (Y/N) was expecting!
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username, never knew something like this would make me feel a certain way
username, where’s our (Y/N)?
username, most likely already in the car🤷♀️
username, DILF
username, adopt me <3
username, sorry I know I should be fanfirling over the fact he’s now got a baby but that fit is amazing!
username, he does look exceptionally good for a new dad
username, I don’t know how to feel
username, it’s official, he’s one hundred off the market
username, is it a girl or a boy?
username, like wtf?! he just wants to go home with his wife and baby and there’s paps taking his pictures
username, you can see the aggravation on his face
username, they don’t deserve this
username, this is making me really emotional 🥹
username, I’m so happy for him!
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harrystyles, Chester Robin-Harry Styles.
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username, YAYAYAYAYA
username, oh my goodness, I’m so happy
username, the name..the name 🥹
annetwist, magical ❤️
harrystyles, it really was.
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username, he had a little boy?
username, this is not what I was expecting to here this year
taylorswift, so happy for you!
username, (Y/N) is the kickers girl ever to say that Harry Styles is her baby daddy
yourinstagram, our little chester 💙
harrystyles, ours forever.
username, BOY DAD BOY DAD
louist91, enjoy lad!
username, chester like the cheese?
username, that’s cheddar you dumb ass
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dailymail, You know it’s not the same As It Was! Harry Styles (29) has become a father for the first time with long time partner (Y/N) after announcing the beautiful name of there newborn son.
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username, this is one of the best things over actually ever heard in my life
username, can someone tell me why I’m crying please?
username, because Harry’s finally a dad
username, great now I’m crying even more
username, Chester is the cutest name I’ve ever heard
username, they could have used a better photo tbf
username, no cos fr
username, sobbing
username, that photo of them 😭
username, the fact that Chester has Harry in his name
username, ever the narcissist
username, and robin!
username, now when I read that my eye’s definitely watered
username, DILF DILF DILF
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harryandynupdates, Harry and (Y/N) spotted going on a walk with baby Chester today in London!
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username, this is actually the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life
username, the wave😭
username, I’m melting over here
username, he looks like such a good dad already
username, can’t get over the fact he’s officially A dilf
username, she looks so good even though she only just gave birth
username, the wedding ring on his hand 😭😭
username, her smile makes me smile
username, no cause same
username, she’s always got a smile on her face I’ve noticed!
username, can i join this family chat please and thanks 🙏
username, seeing him with the stroller is actually making me weak
username, my insides are melting 🥹
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annetwist, grandma duties have officially started.❤️🍼👶🏼
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username, okay, this is actually adorable
username, they’re covering up his face?
username, they can do what they want 👍
username, Harry’s to famous for his kids faces to be blurred
username, Chester’s a new born, let them live there lives!
username, your smile 🥹🥹
username, do you think he looks like H?
username, we like to think the styles genes are strong.
username, having your parents look like Harry and (Y/N) means your bound to be cute
username, a grandma at the age of 55, your winning!
username, the way your looking at him 🫶😭
yourinstagram, the best grandma there is. ❤️
annetwist, making me tear up over here!
Harry Styles sat comfortably in his London home, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of his morning routine. Today, however, there was an added buzz in the air as he prepared to join a Zoom interview with two popular television personalities, Holly Willoughby and Alison Hammond.
As the virtual call connected, Harry found himself greeted by the beaming faces of Holly and Alison, who wasted no time in introducing him to their viewers.
"Good morning, everyone! We have a very special guest with us today. It's none other than the incredibly talented and stylish Harry Styles!" Holly exclaimed, her enthusiasm evident.
"Hello, Harry! How are you doing today?" Alison chimed in, her warm smile reaching through the screen.
Harry smiled back, feeling instantly at ease. "I'm doing great, thank you! It's lovely to be here with both of you."
The conversation flowed naturally as Holly and Alison delved into various topics, from Harry's music career to his personal life. Eventually, the subject of Harry's newborn baby came up, sparking the curiosity of both hosts.
"So, Harry," Holly began, leaning in with interest, "we've heard the wonderful news about your new addition to the family. How has it been adjusting to life with a newborn?"
Harry chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with joy. "Oh, it's been an absolute whirlwind, I must say. Sleepless nights and all, but it's also the most magical experience. I'm absolutely besotted."
Alison grinned, leaning closer to her screen. "And what about the name? We're dying to know! What did you and your wife decide to call your little one?"
Harry leaned back in his chair, adopting a playful expression. "Well, you see, my wife and I are both from Manchester. We wanted to pay homage to our roots, but we couldn't exactly name our son Manchester, now could we?"
Holly and Alison erupted into laughter, clearly enjoying Harry's wit.
"So," Harry continued, "we thought of shortening the name and getting rid of the man, hence the reason for Chester, it just felt right.”
Holly nodded, still smiling. "Absolutely! Chester Styles has a certain charm to it. Well, we wish you and your family all the love and happiness, Harry."
"Thank you so much," Harry replied warmly. "We're over the moon, and little Chester is already the light of our lives."
The virtual interview continued with Holly and Alison. They were eager to delve deeper into Harry Styles' life as a new father and couldn't resist asking about the speculation surrounding Chester's appearance.
"Harry, we must say, the world is abuzz with curiosity about your son Chester," Holly remarked, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. "Fans are dying to know, does he resemble you or your wife?"
Harry grinned, appreciating their enthusiasm. "Ah, the great mystery of Chester's looks! I'll let you in on a secret – everyone says he looks like me."
Alison chuckled playfully. "Well, Harry, I guess we'll just have to take your word for it. I'm sure he's a little heartbreaker in the making!"
Harry chuckled in agreement. "Oh, he certainly has that effect on people already, even without showing his face. He's got the charm, I can tell you that."
The conversation continued, with Harry sharing endearing anecdotes about his experiences as a new parent, the sleepless nights, and the overwhelming love he felt for his son. He spoke passionately about creating a nurturing and inclusive environment for Chester, instilling values of kindness and acceptance from a young age.
"I want Chester to grow up in a world where he feels safe to be himself," Harry emphasized. "It's essential to me that he knows he is loved unconditionally and supported in whatever he chooses to pursue. He may be just a tiny baby now, but I can already see his spirit shining through."
Holly and Alison nodded, genuinely moved by Harry's heartfelt words. "That's truly beautiful, Harry," Holly said softly. "We can only imagine the wonderful bond you share as a family."
During the continuation of the virtual interview, Holly and Alison decided to inquire about the birth of Harry Styles' son, delving deeper into the experiences and challenges surrounding that significant moment in his life. As they ventured into the topic, a heaviness settled over Harry, and his smile gradually faded, replaced by a veil of apprehension.
"Harry, we would like to hear about your wife's birth experience," Holly gently probed, her tone laced with empathy. "Could you share with us the details of what transpired?"
Harry's eyes shifted, his voice trembling slightly as he began to recount the distressing memories. "It was an incredibly arduous journey, to say the least. The birth was a grueling battle filled with unforeseen obstacles."
Alison leaned in closer, her concern palpable. "Is everything alright, Harry? You seem burdened by the weight of it all."
A somber nod escaped Harry as he mustered the strength to reveal the truth. "Well, truth be told, everything didn't go as planned. It was an excruciating two-day labor, and in the end, my wife had to undergo an emergency C-section due to life-threatening complications."
Holly's brows furrowed, and her voice softened, almost a whisper. "Could you elaborate on the complications, Harry? We're here to listen."
Harry's breath caught, the anguish present in his voice. "The complications were tumultuous, to put it mildly. There was placental abruption, a harrowing occurrence where the placenta detaches from the uterine wall prematurely, leading to severe bleeding and endangering both my wife and our unborn child."
Alison gasped softly, her eyes brimming with empathy. "That sounds incredibly distressing, Harry. How did you manage to navigate such a traumatic experience?"
A quiver in his voice, Harry pressed on, his words thick with emotion. "We were thrust into a whirlwind of chaos. The medical team scrambled to stabilize my wife's condition, performing an emergency cesarean section to save both her life and that of our precious child."
A pause, heavy with anguish, hung in the air as Harry gathered himself to continue. "But even after Chester's arrival, the complications persisted. He was whisked away to the neonatal intensive care unit, or NICU, due to his premature birth and the trauma he endured during delivery."
Holly and Alison exchanged glances, their expressions etched with sympathy and concern. "Harry, it must have been an agonizing ordeal. How did you and your wife find the strength to endure?"
Harry's voice quivered as he delved deeper into the painful memories. "We clung to hope, even in the darkest moments. The NICU became our second home, where we witnessed our fragile child hooked up to monitors, enduring myriad treatments, battling complications such as respiratory distress syndrome and jaundice."
The weight of the medical terms hung heavy in the conversation, reflecting the gravity of the situation. Harry's voice cracked as he continued, "Days stretched into endless nights as we watched our little one fight for his life, clinging to the tender threads of fragile existence."
Holly and Alison's eyes welled with tears, their hearts heavy with the weight of Harry's anguished story. They expressed their deepest admiration for Harry's resilience and the unwavering love he and his wife exhibited during this harrowing journey.
"Harry, if it's not too difficult, could you share more about the complications your wife faced during the birth our viewers at home are interested in knowing that there’s a bright side during these difficult times.” Holly asked gently, her voice filled with empathy.
Harry took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the floor as he prepared to reveal the gravity of the situation. "It was a devastating cascade of events. Due to the placental abruption and the subsequent blood loss, my wife's condition deteriorated rapidly. The medical team made the difficult decision to place her in a medically induced coma for four days."
A collective gasp escaped both Holly and Alison, their eyes widening in shock. "Four days in a coma?" Alison whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Harry nodded, his voice trembling with the weight of the memories. "Yes, she fought for her life. The doctors worked tirelessly to stabilize her, administering blood transfusions and conducting multiple procedures to control the bleeding."
Silence hung in the air as the hosts absorbed the gravity of the situation, their hearts heavy with empathy for Harry and his wife. Finally, Holly spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "How did you cope with such an overwhelming situation, Harry?"
A pained expression crossed Harry's face as he opened up about the darkest moments of his life. "It felt like an abyss of despair. I was torn between staying strong for my wife and grappling with my own fears. I leaned on our families and friends for support, seeking solace in their unwavering presence."
He continued, his voice filled with a mix of anguish and gratitude. "The medical team provided exceptional care, explaining each step of the process and guiding us through the darkest nights. They became our pillars of strength, assuring us that we were not alone."
Harry's voice wavered as he recounted the arduous journey. "When my wife finally emerged from the coma, she had to confront the physical and emotional toll it had taken. The road to recovery was long and challenging, but we held onto the glimmer of hope that Chester's arrival had brought us."
Holly and Alison listened intently, their hearts aching for the pain Harry and his wife endured. They commended Harry's resilience and the strength that emanated from their shared experience.
As the virtual interview continued, delving into the deeply personal experiences of Harry Styles and his family, a tender moment unfolded. Harry's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and adoration as he contemplated bringing his son, Chester, into the interview. He felt a warmth in his heart, a desire to share this precious part of his life, even while maintaining their privacy.
With a warm smile, Harry excused himself briefly, leaving the frame of the camera. Moments later, he reappeared, cradling Chester in his arms. The room seemed to light up with an invisible glow as he carefully held his son, ensuring his tiny face remained hidden from view.
Holly and Alison couldn't contain their delight as they caught a glimpse of the precious bundle in Harry's arms. "Oh, Harry, he's absolutely adorable!" Holly exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine affection.
Alison nodded enthusiastically, her eyes brimming with warmth. "He's a true heart-stealer, isn't he? We can see the love radiating from you, Harry."
A soft chuckle escaped Harry as he gently rocked Chester, careful to shield his face. "He's my little ray of sunshine, that's for sure. Though we prefer to keep his privacy protected, I couldn't resist bringing him along to share in this special moment."
The hosts cooed and awwed, completely captivated by the enchanting scene before them. The interview took on a lighter, more whimsical tone as Harry continued to speak, his voice infused with tenderness.
"You know, Chester has brought so much joy into our lives," Harry shared, a touch of awe in his voice. "Every day, I'm amazed by his little quirks and the way he captures everyone's hearts without even showing his face. He has this incredible way of making me smile, even in the toughest moments."
Holly's eyes shimmered with emotion as she commented, "It's evident how deeply you cherish him, Harry. Your love for him is palpable, even without revealing his sweet face to the world."
With a soft laugh, Harry nodded. "Absolutely. We want to give him the freedom to grow up away from the spotlight, to carve out his own path. But I couldn't resist sharing this glimpse of him with you all. He's my biggest source of inspiration and happiness."
As the interview drew to a close, Harry's arms instinctively tightened around Chester, an unspoken bond between father and son. He thanked Holly and Alison for their understanding and support, grateful for the opportunity to share this special moment.
With a final wave and a tender smile, Harry bid farewell, taking Chester with him as they embarked on the next chapter of their day. The love and warmth they shared lingered in the air, leaving behind a lasting impression of pure joy and adoration.
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username, okay this was way sadder then I thought it would be
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username, hearing Harry sound so vulnerable is hearting my heart in so many ways
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username, on a positive note the reason they named Chester that was actually so cute
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username, im so glad that our (y/n) is alright
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username, he looked so emotional when he was speaking about the birth 🥹
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username, when he brought Chester into the interview my heart combusted!
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username, I know it’s the hosts job to ask these questions but the look on his face when he had to answer absolutely breaks me😭
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annetwist, my babies ❤️❤️
yourinstagram, they really are adorable!
taylorswift, his fathers twin literally
yourinstagram, you wouldn’t think I carried him for nine months 😭😭
louist91, woah my mans got a strong game
yourinstagram, he really has!
harrystyles, hey!
pillowpersonpp, chester is the cutest little bubba I’ve ever seen!!
mitchrowland, what about our son?
pillowpersonpp, with an exception of course 🫶
harrystyles, the styles genes are strong! 💪
yourinstagram, they really are. 🥹
niallhoran, I can’t believe I’ve not met him yet, I’m getting serious fomo over here guys!
yourinstagram, we’ll have to arrange something!!
harrystyles, don’t you dare corrupt my kid, Irish!
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harrystyles, Saccharine Lullabies. September 5th.
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username, oh yeah baby!
username, this is giving album of the year vibes and it’s not even been released yet!
username, a new album?
username, it feels like only yesterday Harry’s House was released
username, sobbing
username, is that supposed to be (Y/N) and Chester on the front?
yourinstagram, ❤️❤️
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username, wtf?
username, this album is going to be beautiful!
annetwist, so excited for you H!
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username, YEAH BABY YEAH BABY YEAH BABY
username, lullabies?! omg an album dedicated to Chester!
username, this album is going to change lives I can just tell!
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Treat You 7
Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)
Note:Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.
Part of The Club AU
When Peter returns, he’s not alone. You stand, feeling gangly as you hunch, as he introduces his friend; Ned. You offer a tense smile and your name. He’s friendly, like Peter, but still a stranger.
“Yo, Pete,” Ned approaches the TV, “why are we not racing for the mushroom cup right now?”
“Ned,” Peter drones.
“He’s a sore loser,” Ned scoffs as he grabs two colourful shapes; one red, another blue. As he nears, he holds one out to you. The buttons on it suggest some sort of controller. “So, how about it, you ready to dethrone the champ?”
“Take it easy on her, Ned,” Peter slides a tray of crackers and cheese between the bowls of chips.
“I’m sure she’s not half as bad as you.”
“Um, I never…” you take the controller and rub your lips together, “I’ve never played… actually.”
“Ah, a noob, no worries then,” Ned plops down on the couch, “we’ll play easy.”
“Oh, uh, okay, I guess, but er…” you look around, “if Peter wants to play–”
“Actually, I need to listen for the door,” Peter counters.
“Right,” you turn back to the TV and sit. You thumb the stick and examine the buttons as the loud music erupts from the speakers.
“So this one you can steer, or you can tilt the controller,” Ned explains, and you press this button to go…”
You try to keep track but you’re not too sure. It seems pretty intuitive. You think.
A new screen comes up and there’s an array of characters to choose from. You choose the princess in the yellow dress over the dinosaur. You wait for the first track to load as your hands sweat around the controller.
The first lap has you veering and crashing but on the second you get a handle of it. It’s not as hard as it seems. Your usual clumsiness doesn’t translate to the digital. You come in fifth. Not as bad as it could be.
As you wait for the second race, voices carry from behind you. You turn as two girls and a guy enter. Ned peeks over, “hey.”
“Hi,” one of the girls chimes back as she approaches, “oh, you must be the one Peter mentioned. I’m Gwen,” she announces, “MJ,” she points over her shoulder, “and Harry.”
“Oh, okay,” you stand again, awkwardly swaying on your long legs, “do you wanna play?”
“We can wait,” she assures, “actually, we’re going to check out the snacks.”
“Right, uh, nice to meet you,” you murmur and sit back down.
Ned asks if you’re ready and you nod. He hits a button and a new race begins. You’re silent as you focus on staying on the road.
“I’m no good at parties either,” he says suddenly, “not that this is much of one. Peter’s not exactly the cool guy.”
“Right, er, it’s… just a lot of strangers.”
“Relax,” Ned says, “I’m gonna get you good. You’re gonna beat them all.”
You laugh, a bit less nervous as he keeps it light, “yeah, I… I’ll try.”
“Pizza,” Peter’s voice punctures the din.
“Finally,” Ned groans but keeps playing, “save me a slice of deluxe.”
The savoury, greasy scent permeates the room almost instantaneously. Your stomach roars but you focus on the screen. You bump another character out of the way as you squint. You’re almost done the last lap.
“Hey,” Ned says, “that was me.”
“Oh, sorry,” you utter as you cross the finish line.
“Woo, first place,” he nudges you lightly, “see, you’re a natural.” He stands as your stomach continues to gurgle, “I’ve trained you well, young padawan.”
“Um,” you furrow your brows.
“Right, not a Star Wars fan, noted,” he smirks, “anyways, I’m starving. How about we feed that dragon in your belly?”
You look down, embarrassed.
“I’m okay,” you say.
“There’s plenty to go around, better get it while it’s hot,” he insists and leaves the controller on the armrest.
You reach over to do the same but stay seated. Your stomach really hurts and your head is starting to pulse. You should eat but you just feel… out of place. Like you shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong and you don’t deserve to share all this nice food.
“Hey, you like cheese,” Peter sits beside you, “got double.”
He holds two plates, hovering one before you.
“Oh, you didn’t have to…”
“You can always switch up if you want pepperoni,” he holds the plate before your nose. You salivate. You can’t hold out any longer.
“Thanks,” you accept the plate, nearly shaking as dizziness swirls in your head.
“No problem,” he sets his plate in his lap and lifts the first slice.
You mirror him and take a small bite of the end. You chew slowly, trying not to betray how your stomach clenches violently. You could devour the slice in a single bite but you don’t want them to judge you. You continue with measured nibbles.
“If you don’t like pizza…”
“No, I do,” you assure him. “Thanks, it’s really good.”
“Well, next time, I’ll make sure to get your fave toppings. You like mushrooms? Oh, don’t tell me you’re an anchovies girl.”
“Oh, no, I haven’t… had that,” you shake your head as you pick at the crust.
“Or maybe you’re more into hamburgers? Oh, how about pasta? Sushi?”
“No, no, I like pizza,” you assure him.
“Well, you can help yourself, there’ll be lots of leftovers, I’m sure,” he stands up, his plate empty as you break the crust of your first in half, “you need more water?”
“No thanks,” you focus on your plate.
“Be right back,” he promises and shuffles away.
“So,” the girl named MJ comes around, chewing while she talks. You look up at her and put the crust down. “You and Peter, how long have you been together?”
“Pardon? Together? Oh, I only just met him a few weeks ago–”
“You two must be getting serious,” she says, “you’re a cute couple.”
“What?” Your heart hammers. “No, I–”
“You know,” Gwen approaches, “just like Peter to spring a girlfriend on us without warning.”
Your mouth opens and you blink dumbly. They think you and Peter are together?
“I’m not his girlfriend,” you say.
“Oh, ha, sorry, no labels,” MJ winks, “it’s only what he told us.”
“He said that?”
“To be honest, when we saw you, we didn’t believe him,” Gwen snickers.
You swallow and stand up. You don’t know what to say so you don’t say a word. You take your plate to the table and put it down. You grab a paper towel from the roll and wipe your fingers off as you head for the stairs. You’ve never been more embarrassed in your life.
They couldn’t believe Peter would be with someone like you. They’re right to doubt that but it still stings. Just as always, you’re not good enough.
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BG3 Companion Modern AU Headcanons
These random thoughts popped into my mind and I had to write them down. I love these little weirdos, and some of them probably don't make sense but OH WELL.
Should I do a Part 2 with more companions?? Let me know - my inbox and requests are open!
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Astarion
This dude's got iPad kid energy - he loves to scroll Tiktok for hours.
He gets bi-weekly pedicures. And not the basic kind - the full on 1.5 hour long with the massage and the mask and the exfoliation.
His favorite holiday is Halloween. He plans his costume starting in August.
He'd be the type of person to be walking through a mall, see a Claire's, and spontaneously decide to get his ears pierced idk.
Is really into metal. Like, you'll come home and Metallica will be blasting and you walk into the bedroom and he's folding laundry and just like, "Oh, HELLO, Darling!" but will have to scream it over the volume in which he's listening to music
Will truly take an hour picking out the perfect wine to pair with your dinner...he's definitely a wine snob.
The cheapest article of clothing Astarion owns is from Banana Republic and it's an undershirt...everything else is ~*very fancy*~
Loves watching all types of vampire movies/TV shows. He can often be heard saying, "Oh no, they got that all wrong" under his breath.
He definitely reads like 1-2 books a week. He's recently really gotten in spicy smut books (he definitely got recommendations from BookTok).
For sure falls asleep to ASMR videos.
Gale
This man loves HGTV *queue Home Depot commercial music*
Has the most absolutely beautiful, clean home you've ever seen with about 30 bookcases CRAMMED with books. The books are the only disorganized thing in his home because he constantly is reading them, so alphabetizing them is useless.
Pinterest is his most used phone app. His boards are carefully curated. That man has a recipe/inspiration pic/quote for EVERYTHING.
Definitely volunteers at the animal shelter once a month. Often times has to talk himself out of bringing a cat home.
LUSH is his favorite store at the mall. He loves them bath bombs.
He THROWS DOWN at holiday parties...Christmas? Thanksgiving? The table is SET. The decorations are UP. He's wearing an APRON because he's been cooking ALL day. The playlist is PERFECT.
Speaking of holidays, he has matching pajama sets for everyone in the household. For every. Holiday.
Fall is absolutely his favorite season. "Sweetheart...have you ever watched 'When Harry Met Sally'? Perfect autumn movie...also I bought a new scarf today to go with my new peacoat. And mittens. And a new hat...it's getting cold outside."
He definitely has a Live. Laugh. Love. adjacent sign somewhere in his home
He definitely needs glasses to read. And he for sure has those librarian chains so that he can just take them off and they hang, instead of losing them.
Karlach
Absolutely loves to eat meals watching Youtube videos.
Imagine her in Times Square? She tears the M&M's store UP.
Is obsessed with documentaries. She often says things like "I can't believe there's so much stuff to LEARN out there!"
Definitely has a Squishmallow collection. And she rotates which one she sleeps with every night so they all get a chance.
Is absolutely the worst cook of all time but tries really really hard...however, she can make a mean boxed mac n' cheese.
Has an obsession with sugary cereal. There's always Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Fruity Pebbles in her cabinets.
Certified Switie for SURE.
Is really into astrology. Definitely has said, "Oh, you're just saying that because you're a SCORPIO" or the like many, many times.
Absolute Starbucks addiction (venti iced caramel macchiato, extra caramel).
Has monthly "girl's nights" (but everyone is invited) at her place. The rules are: pajamas only, junk food, romcoms, and a playlist of the best pop songs in the past 20 years.
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How'd y'all like it...should I make a part two with other companions?! Remember my inbox is open and I'm accepting requests!! I'd love to write some stuff so send it in!
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warnings: fluff, smut, sex toy use, masturbation, oral(m receiving)
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The first thing YN feels when she wakes up is the chill that has taken over her body, shivering slightly as she sits up. She rubs her hands up and down her body, just looking around her bedroom. In the midst of her confusion, she doesn't even notice that she's naked, not until she looks over at her bedside clock and notices that it's well past midnight.
Going to stand from her bed to stretch, she finally notices the lack of clothing on her body, confusion still evident on her face until realization dawns on her. A small gasp leaves her lips as she remembers what happened just a few hours before, and then she finally hears the sounds coming from her living room.
YN quickly throws on her robe and makes her way out into the hallway, seeing some light coming from the room just a few feet away. Realizing that it's just her TV, she heads in there to turn it off when she sees her gynaecologist sitting on her couch with her remote in his hand and a slice of pizza in the other. She gasps quite loudly, making his head whip over to her in shock.
"Holy shit, you scared me" Harry chuckles, clearing his throat before finishing his slice of pizza. He swallows the last bite and dusts his hands off, making his way to the beautiful woman just a few feet away. "I ordered some pizza. But I didn't know what kind you'd prefer so I just got cheese. I hope that's alright" he says, resting on the back of the couch. He chuckles quietly when he sees her nod, reaching over to grab her arm and pull her to his chest before he's wrapping his arms around her.
She's instantly melting into his embrace, the two of them basking in the warmth of each other. It's so domestic that Harry doesn't know what to do with himself, his heart hammering in his chest as he turns to the side and presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head before breathing in deeply and getting a whiff of her shampoo. His eyes close in contentment, and that's when it finally dawns on him that he's falling for this girl. His patient. He's spent weeks with her on his mind every second of the day, but he chucked it up to it being lust and his corrupted mind, but right now, her being in his arms just feels so right he never wants to leave.
Reluctantly, he pulls away to help her over to the couch so she can eat, asking if he can get her anything to drink. She chuckled and asks for a bottled water, a smile on her face as he scurries into the kitchen for her drink. She thanks him for her drink and digs in, the pizza still hot so she knows he got it recently. Doing some thinking, she realizes he got it from the pizza shop just a few blocks down that doesn't close until 3 am. YN can't even count the times she's been there after waking up with an empty stomach.
The first few bites of the pizza are pure heaven, her eyes rolling back as Harry chuckles at her reaction, watching in adoration as she enjoys the food. The two sit in comfortable silence, just watching the television in front of them until Harry decides to break the silence. "How did you sleep?" he asks nonchalantly, leaning back to rest into the couch. YN is mid bite when he asks, and she hurriedly finishes chewing before answering his question.
"I slept well, thank you for cleaning me up and tucking me in" she says sheepishly, turning her head to look at the attractive man beside her. He hums in recognition before pulling his phone from under his leg as he notices there's no more pizza.
"No problem, I'm glad you slept well. Are you still hungry? I was thinking about heading out to the diner down the street for a bite to eat. Would you like to come with?" he questions timidly, afraid of her answer.
A surprised chuckle leaves his lips as her face lights up and she hops up from the couch, agreeing. She goes to clean up the table, but Harry doesn't let her. "I've got it, go get dressed" he says softly, watching her nod and head down the hallway as she expresses her gratitude.
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About ten minutes later, YN is walking down the hall wearing some shorts and a hoodie, and Harry knows he's already whipped when his cock hardens at the sight of her fully covered in a casual outfit. Shaking away his thoughts, he gives her a smile and grabs his keys and the two head out to his car to make their way to the diner.
Harry opens the door for her, and she thanks him before he's jogging around to his side and hopping in, making sure she's all set before driving off.
The car is relatively silent, aside from their gentle breathing and the sound of his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He doesn't know what to say but he can't stand the silence, so he slips a disc in the player and soon enough, the sound of 'Go Your Own Way' by Fleetwood Mac fills the car quietly, and he hears a loud gasp from beside him. He cuts his eyes to the right to see YN with a large smile on her face and her eyes on him.
"You listen to Fleetwood Mac?" she asks excitedly, and Harry knows right then that he's going to ask her out tonight, maybe on the way back to her place. He hums and nods, loving the pure joy he can see radiating from her. Suddenly she's turning in the seat so her back is against the door and she can face him entirely.
"What's your favourite album?" she quizzes, needing to know if they're as similar as she thinks. He tells her his favourite is 'Rumors' and his smile is doubling in size, his dimples getting deeper as she gasps once more. "There's no way! I love that one too!" she gushes, relaxing back into the seat as they listen to the song, talking about the albums and individual songs, all the way until they arrive at the diner.
He kills the engine and hops out before making his way around to her side and opening the door, grabbing her hand and helping her out. Closing the door, the two head to the entrance of the diner he's never been to.
YN says hello to the older man that owns the diner, making her way to give him a hug.
"Haven't seen you around in a bit, Y/N/N. Who's curly?" he jokes, referring to Harry's hair.
The two of them chuckle before Harry's introducing himself to the man. The man introduces himself in return and tells them to sit down wherever they'd like. YN chooses a booth near the jukebox, already having plans for how the rest of the night should go. Before Harry sits down, he slips some coins into the jukebox to play some more Fleetwood Mac, loving the smile that lights up her gorgeous face.
Sliding in, Harry sits down across from her as he skims the menu, speaking up first. "He seems really nice. Do you come here a lot?" he questions curiously, glancing up at her before looking at the drink menu.
"Yeah. I've known Joe almost all my life. He was there for me when my dad died and really helped my mom out when it came to providing for me" she says, and Harry sees a look of hurt cross over her face at the mention of her father.
"I'm so sorry to hear that" Harry sympathizes, unknowing of how to console her, so he reaches over to her hand that's resting on the table and takes it in his before rubbing his thumb over it gently. She gives him a small smile, but doesn't pull away, still running her eyes over the menu.
Clearing her throat, she speaks up first. "Harry, we should get milkshakes!" she says excitedly, the atmosphere between them instantly changing back as if their conversation hadn't happened just a few seconds prior.
Nodding, Harry looks at the expansive list of flavours before deciding on a cookie dough milkshake with no cherry. YN throws a fit when he says that, but eventually gets over it as she orders her burger and milkshake, Harry ordering a grilled chicken sandwich with his. The two chat until their food gets to the table, thanking Joe happily.
They talk throughout the whole meal, from college to their childhoods. In the silent diner, their soft chatter and laughter fill the space, and neither of them see Joe with a bright smile on his face, loving to see YN truly happy. When they're almost finished, Harry finally builds the courage to ask something that's been on his mind all day.
"Will you go on a date with me?" he blurts out, and his heart is in overdrive as he sees the frown on her face, but it's instantly swelling when she speaks up.
"Was this not a date already?" she asks nonchalantly, taking another drink of her thick milkshake. His heart stutters in his chest at her words and his breath gets caught in his throat.
"Do you want it to be?" he questions, stunned at her words. She just hums and nods, going back to playing the game on her phone as Harry sits there completely elated, a huge smile on his face. Throughout the rest of their time together, he's unable to keep his eyes off her and the smile has not left his face once. The two thank Joe and YN hugs him before the two head back out to his car.
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Pulling back into her apartment complex, Harry jumps out the car and opens her door as she steps out and walks her to the entrance of her home, neither of them wanting the night to end.
They walk so slowly, anything to prolong the night, until they get to her front door. YN unlocks the door and takes a deep breath before turning to him. "Would you like to stay over?" she asks timidly, and that's when Harry can't take it anymore, leaning down to press his lips to hers.
YN is shocked for only a moment before she's deepening the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.
They pull away breathlessly, smiles on both their faces. "I'd love to" he pants, entering her home once more.
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Since Harry had no clothes comfortable enough for him to sleep in, he decided to sleep in just his boxers, per YN's request. She didn't want him to have to go all the way home just for a change of clothes, so she suggested for him to just take off his jeans and his shirt. He obliged, folding his clothes neatly and placing them atop a chair she'd had in her bedroom. When he goes to ask for blankets and a pillow to sleep on the couch, though, she brushes it off and just tells him to hop in her bed.
He's a bit nervous to say the least, climbing into her bed and lying down in the part furthest from her. YN isn't having that, so she tells him it's okay to scoot in, happy to have a cuddle buddy instead of her pillow.
Reluctantly, Harry slides closer to her, spooning her from behind as he finally relaxes, the both of them happy to be so close to one another. Harry and YN fall asleep with small smiles on their faces, perfectly content.
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The next morning, Harry wakes up to warmth and the feeling of little bits of pressure all over his face, making him groan and start to slowly open his eyes. Upon opening them, he's shocked to see YN above him, pressing small kisses all over his face. A smile adorns his face at the gorgeous woman above him, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her on top of him, pressing his lips to hers passionately. Pulling away, YN breaks the silence.
"Do you want some breakfast? I was thinking about ordering some in if you'd like to stay" she explains, lifting her head slightly to look at his face.
"Of course. What are you trying to order?" he asks, still not letting go of her. She tells him and he thinks of what they have, deciding on his meal.
They order the food and once it arrives, they dig in and enjoy, watching TV and talking as they do. When they're done, YN goes to walk to the window beside the couch and notices a bag sitting there, one that she definitely did not leave there. Curiosity fills her as she heads over and picks it up but doesn't open it, instead walking over to Harry and telling him that he left a bag over there. She watches in confusion as his face lights up.
"That's actually something for you! You know when you rub the little button down there and you get that funny feeling deep in your tummy?" he questions, watching her nod. "Well all the things in that bag help you get that feeling without having to use your hand! Would you like to try them?" he asks, chuckling as she nods eagerly before leaning down and taking him into her arms, thanking him. "No problem, love. Let's head up to your room, hm?" he says, leaning backwards and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
She nods eagerly, practically skipping to her bedroom with the bag in her hand, Harry giggling at her excitement. He enters the bedroom to see her sitting on the edge of the bed fully clothed, so he tells her that it's probably best to undress if she's comfortable. That makes her nod eagerly before she's standing up and stripping right there in front of Harry.
While she gets comfortable on the bed once more, Harry comes up with a plan. He sets the bag down and grabs her full length mirror from beside her bedroom door, moving it to where it is opposite her bed. Walking back over, he tells her that he's going to go wash the toys off in her bathroom. Arriving back in her room, he gives her a small smile as he walks to the bed, placing another kiss onto her lips and climbing on.
"Do you think you could show me how you touch yourself down there? Maybe show me what you like?" he asks softly, careful not to offend her or scare her. She nods gently at his words before simply leaning back and spreading her legs, a small moan leaving Harry's lips once he sees her cunt glistening in the lighting of her bedroom.
"Yeah, that's fine. I've been really wet down there ever since you told me you have things that will make me feel good" she says as if her words hold no weight, wasting no time and using her dominant hand to play with her folds a bit. "It feels nice when I do this and then play with my button. It's like I get wetter" she shrugs.
"Oh? How much wetter?" he questions, his cock hardening in his boxers. He takes the pause in her speech to gently free his cock, hissing in relief once the pressure is lessened.
"It's like I'm dripping down there. Is that normal?" she asks softly, hoping there's nothing wrong with her but still swiping a finger through her sodden folds. The contrast of her sweet voice and lewd actions have Harry moaning out loud, rubbing his thumb over the head of his leaking cock. "What are you doing?" she asks, confused.
"Yes, baby. It's normal" he pants, still circling the sensitive head. "And what I'm doing is like what you're doing. It's the same thing, I just have to do it a little differently. It's just like when you rub your button. If I do it long enough, I get a funny feeling in my tummy too" he says breathlessly, starting to spread his precum around his shaft so he can stroke it comfortably.
"Oh, okay. Well if you show me how, do you think I could help you get that feeling like when you help me?" she questions timidly, and Harry has to hold the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming at her words, his cock twitching wildly.
"Fuck" he moans. "Sure, baby. We can try it later. Right now, though, I need you to show me how you get that feeling in your tummy. Can you do that for me, honey?" he questions, trying his hardest to stave off his impending orgasm. She nods and gets right back to the task at hand, using her accumulated wetness to rub around the sensitive head of her clit. A loud whine leaves her lips at the feeling, her head lulling to the side as she works on the sensitive nub.
"Oh, Harry this feels so good" she moans, planting her feet flat on the bed to get a better angle to stimulate herself.
It takes everything in Harry not to storm over to her and get a taste of her, to climb between his legs and bury his face in her warmth. No, he has to keep his composure, make sure he sees what she likes best for when he gets the toys. Unsurprisingly, it only takes her about five minutes before she's nearing her peak, her legs starting to shake and her cries intensifying. She rubs her clit around two more times before she's cumming with a shout of his name, a groan leaving his lips as well as he gets onto his knees and makes his way to her.
Harry slides behind her on the bed as she's still catching her breath, the cleaned toys in his hand.
"Are you ready to use one of these, Lovie?" he coos, rubbing up and down her arm as she relaxes into him.
She nods and slides back a bit so she's more comfortable, turning her head to purse her lips, wanting a kiss from Harry. He chuckles at her adorable face, pressing a kiss to her awaiting lips, groaning in shock when she deepens it and reaches behind her, palming his sensitive cock. "I want you to help me out, baby. I really do, but right now we're focusing on you.
Will you let me take care of you for a bit?" he coos, brushing some hair from her slightly sweaty forehead as she pouts gently but nods. "Good girl" he praises, smiling widely as she whimpers quietly and closes her still spread legs.
"Did you like that?" he asks softly, watching her avoid his face as she nods. "Well, that's alright. I'm glad you like it, you're my good girl. You know that, right?" he questions, making her nod feverishly. "I know you do. Let's get to the toys now, hm?" he requests and she nods once more.
"Okay, we're going to start with this small bullet. It's gonna vibrate on your little button and make you feel so good, I promise" he tells her, watching as she spreads her legs in anticipation of the small pink object in his hand.
He says nothing more, swirling it to the lowest setting before using his free hand to hold back her thigh for better access. The second she feels the toy on her clit, she's moaning quietly, trying to get an idea of this new feeling. "How does it feel?" Harry asks, rubbing his thumb on her thigh.
"It feels nice, but kind of like I need more" she responds, and Harry smirks, turning up the bullet a couple settings, his cock twitching at the loud moan she lets out.
"Is that better, baby? Does that feel good on your button?" he coos, looking up into the mirror to see her nodding with her eyes squeezed shut, both hands gripping the duvet underneath her tightly. He can see her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and he wants nothing more than to be the one biting it for her. "I bet. Are you starting to feel the burning in your tummy again?" he questions, pressing it onto her clit harder.
"Uh huh" she whines, her legs shaking. "I'm close to that big feeling"
He chuckles at her innocence, deciding to finally tell her what the feeling is. "Well, honey. That feeling you've been getting? It's called an orgasm. When you feel it, let me know, but saying orgasm is too formal so just say 'I'm gonna cum'. Is that okay?" he questions and she's nodding once more, her moans coming more frequently.
"Harry, I'm gonna cum" she whines, bucking her hips upward to lean into the stimulation of the bullet. Harry chuckles before giving her the okay.
"Okay, honey. Cum for me. Let it all out, baby" he coos, and her legs are instantly locking up as her orgasm takes over, a deep groan leaving her lips.
He leaves it there until she whines from overstimulation, and Harry moves the bullet away from her twitching cunt. Her chest is heaving as she comes down and Harry is rubbing up and down her thigh and cooing into her ear, making sure she knows she's safe with him.
When she finally comes down, he breaks the silence, clearing his throat to get her attention. He finds her eyes before asking her the question.
"Do you think you could take another orgasm with the other toy or should we leave that for another day?" he questions, nodding in understanding when YN shakes her head softly. He's prepared to clean her up and get her to bed, but she's stopping him from leaving the bed.
"No, I'm ready to help you out the way you help me" she says, and Harry literally moans out loud at her words, nodding and relaxing into the bed.
"Okay, honey. We can do that. Do you have any idea of what to do?" he whispers, and she thinks for a moment before nodding her head.
"I just do what you were doing, right? Moving my hand up and down?" she inquires, and his heart is filling with pride at how observant his sweet girl is.
"That's right, honey. You're so observant, such a good girl for me" he coos, and she nods, melting into him before she's climbing up onto her knees and turning to him before sitting on her heels.
"The only thing you missed is that you have to get it wet so it's not uncomfortable" he tells her, reaching down to pull his hard cock out once more.
"Could I use my mouth?" she questions, chuckling as Harry nods eagerly at her words. YN wastes no more time before she's leaning down to lick on his cock like a lollipop, a whimper leaving his lips at the feeling. She keeps doing so until she's satisfied, sitting up to take is cock in her palm. "Should I go fast or slow?" she inquires, and Harry tells her to go at a speed somewhere in the middle. She does so, looking up to him for approval. "Like this?"
"Fuck. Yes, honey. Just like that" he moans, bucking his hips as his orgasm is already nearing, the events of the last hour catching up to him. He takes one look at her concentrated face and whimpers, calling her name to get her attention.
"Can you kiss me please? Need to feel your lips" he whines, and she's instantly obliging, leaning up to press their lips together, Harry deepening it and biting down onto her lip gently. She moans into his mouth at the feeling and he groans, pulling away to throw his head back at the feeling of her hand.
"Shit, YN. I'm gonna cum" he warns. "Just a little faster" he demands, his balls drawing up beneath her fist. "Just like that, fuck" he says, cum starting to shoot from the head of his cock before he's going completely still and letting rope after rope of cum leave his sensitive cock. YN just watches in amazement as the thick, creamy substance lands all over her fist and his stomach.
The second he's gently pushing her hand away, she can't resist, sticking her tongue out to taste the liquid. She hums at the taste, liking it but not going in for a second lick.
Harry is still panting as she does so, and he watches her reach for her shirt that's beside the bed, cleaning up her sticky thighs before her hand, and eventually his cock and his stomach, gentle so she doesn't hurt him. He feels guilty for her having to clean them up, but his orgasm truly took everything out of him and he can only watch as she throws it across the room to her laundry hamper before she's pulling the duvet over the both of them, climbing into his open arms.
He reaches over and turns off the bedside lamp, neither of them having the energy to get up and turn off the main lights. His arms are wrapped around her as her head lie on his chest, the only sounds in the bedroom being their slightly harsh breathing as they start to succumb to their exhaustion.
"Could I ask you something, YN?" Harry speaks up, breaking the silence. She responds with a hum of acknowledgment, his cue to continue.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asks nervously, still holding her body tight against his, her breathing evening out.
"Of course, could never say no to that" she responds, dozing off immediately after. Harry presses a loving kiss on her head before nodding off as well, a dimpled smile on his face.
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