#masseuse harry
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just a little taste* (2)
warnings: smut, oral, angst, mentions of cheating
pairing: masseuse harry x reader
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harry’s breath is caught in his throat as he registers what’s going on, blinking a couple times to make sure this is real life. after a few moments of baited silence, he’s come to the conclusion that this is, in fact, not a dream. “darling, wha-,” he clears his throat, the words coming out a bit shaky. “what are y’doing?” he finally forces out.
her tongue swipes out to wet her bottom lip before she’s pulling away as if she’s been burnt. “oh! ‘m sorry, i shouldn’t have assumed. i just thought i’d return the favor since you were just so good to me,” she rambles, going to step away, albeit mortified, but she’s stopped dead in her tracks when she feels two hands cradle her face gingerly before his lips are pressed to hers once more.
he presses his body as close to hers as he possibly can, his tongue now fighting to explore her mouth. he’s a bit confused, though, when she places her hands on his chest to push him away a bit. “no,” she states with a firm shake of her head, causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “if you want it, you’re going to have to tell me you want it, i’d rather have your spoken consent,” she explains, and he’s practically melting in relief that he hasn’t fucked up what he’s sure is the best thing to ever happen to him.
she has a small smile on her face when he nods eagerly, his chest heaving just a bit. “yeah, y-yes. i’d love for you to return the favor, darling. just the sweetest little thing,” he rushes, a dimpled grin on his face as well.
now that she has full consent, though, she’s going to go all in. she steps away from him, just a hair, to drop herself onto her knees, the plush carpet beneath her giving her some comfort. her mouth is nearly watering as she reaches up to free his hard cock from where it resides, and she has to stop her jaw from dropping when he’s fully out and in front of her.
he’s so pretty, so long and thick and wet. he’s literally leaking for her, his cock twitching in front of her as he watches her eye him up. he reaches up with his right hand and runs his thumb over her bottom lip to grab her attention. “‘s it pretty, darling?” he teases, causing her to let out a whine and nod enthusiastically. “y’so sweet, baby, but ‘m gonna explode in a bit if y’just keep staring,” he chuckles. “do y’wanna maybe put it in y’mou- fuck, angel,” he’s cut off with a moan as she reaches up to grasp him and place her mouth on him all in one go, her tongue licking all around the width of him as she goes deeper.
once his cock is lubricated enough with her spit, she begins to bob her head to give him some more pleasure, a shocked moan of pleasure leaving his lips when she takes him so deep that her nose grazes the bottom of his tummy. “angel, fuck, i- y’doing so well,” he’s gasping as he reaches for her head but pulls away as he doesn’t know if she’s okay with that.
she notices his struggle and pulls away for just a moment, still stroking him quickly as she does. “s’okay, you can touch my head. i don’t mind it,” she ensures, not even sparing another glance as she goes right back to work on his cock, needing to taste more than just his precum on her tongue.
and harry just swears to himself that he’s landed an angel, she was such a sweet, innocent thing when he’d first entered, but now he knows who she really is, what she really needs. she needs someone to make her feel good, to put her in her place, to make it hurt. she needs some reprieve from her everyday life. and that’s what he’s going to give her.
he can’t give it much more thought, though, when he sees her reach up, and before he can register what’s going on, she’s got his balls in her hand, playing with them as she still uses her mouth and other hand diligently. the overwhelming feeling cause a choked gasp to leave his lips, his hips involuntarily bucking forward and hitting the back of her throat.
she gags just a bit and so he starts to pull away but she just follows him, managing to get even sloppier. the sounds that are coming from them are so vulgar, so lewd that harry has to grip onto the cart behind him to keep himself upright. how he’s reduced her to a filthy, slutty mess the neither of them know, but they also don’t want it to end.
harry feels his cock start to twitch and his balls start to draw up almost painfully as his orgasm approaches out of nowhere trying to give her a warning but he can’t even form a single coherent thought. “angel, angel, fuck, please. please, i’m-,” she swallows around him then, cutting his sentence short as he plummets into bliss, his thighs quaking and a noise that resembles a guttural groan falling from his mouth.
shortly after, yn feels the warmth of his cum coating the back of her throat with short spurts, and she swallows every drop eagerly. she hasn’t stopped the movements of her hands or her mouth, and she doesn’t until she feels harry pull away from her with a whine of overstimulation. resting her weight down on her heels, she looks up at him with the most innocent smile as if she didn’t just drain him for everything he had.
the smile he returns is lazy but genuine, exhaustion quickly seeping into his bones as he attempts to catch his breath. when he finally feels like he can move without falling to the floor, he takes one last breath before helping yn up, pressing his lips to hers once again. they have a silent conversation as she steps away, grabbing her clothes. he fixes is own and helps her put hers on to the best of his ability, his moments a bit sluggish.
they share a couple more quick kisses that threaten to turn into something more again, but they stop them just before they go that far, knowing they’ll end up passed out on the floor or the massage table, and that’s not a great look for anyone that comes in. she gathers all of her belongings before asking him if he needed any help, to which he declined of course, but he had one last request.
“same time next week?” he questions, dimpled grin on full display as he rubs a warm hand along her hip.
“same time next week,” she reiterates. they quickly exchange numbers and when they’re done she leans up to press one last kiss to his lips before she’s heading out and closing the door behind her, walking toward the entrance. when she passes the front desk with a wave, though, she doesn’t miss the way jessica’s eyes don’t quite find hers, and how her ears are bright red, an indication that she’d definitely heard what just went down.
yn gets in her car without another glance to the building, a new feeling of relaxation and confidence radiating throughout her as she drives home. the ride home is quick and peaceful, and she stops to get her favorite sushi on the way. she hops onto her couch and turns on a random movie when she arrives, digging into her sushi.
as soon as she pops the first piece in her mouth, though, her phone that had been sitting on the coffee table in front of her lights up along with the sound of her ring tone, an indicator that she’s received a call. reaching forward, she can’t stop the smile that quickly forms on her face as she realizes it’s harry making sure she’s made it home safely.
after answering and ensuring him that she’s safe and comfy as she watches a movie with her sushi, the two somehow find themselves in a conversation about their favorite things to eat. he tells her that he knows a great place for pad thai and that piques her interest, never having tried that before.
he clears his throat on the other line. “well, how about after our session next friday, we can pop by there so you can try it out?” he questions, his heart nearly in his throat as he awaits her response.
“i’d love to,” he can hear the smile in her voice. “it’s a date, then,” she chuckles, testing the waters.
“it’s a date,” he whispers on the other end. they fall into a comfortable silence for a moment, just listening to the other’s breaths until she starts laughing. he’s laughing along too, despite the fact that he doesn’t even know what’s going through her head. her laugh is just so contagious. “what’s so funny?” he questions, his smile bright on the other end.
“it’s just,” she starts, stopping to laugh a bit more. “it’s just that an hour ago i was on my knees in front of you with your cock in my mouth and now you’re asking me on a date. ‘s just a bit backwards, is all,” she teases, and he laughs along with her once more.
“you’re so right, it is. but now we’re all in, no going back now, hm?” she agrees and they fall into silence again before they decide to end the call, promising to see each other next week.
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so then it becomes a weekly thing after that. every friday after yn gets off work, she heads straight to the parlor for a massage and her happy ending, the two stopping by a restaurant when they leave, talking about everything under the sun. every single friday night ends in a sweet kiss as they part ways, the both of their hearts warm and full as they head to their homes. they’ve got a nice little routine going, and it’s fun and it’s easy, until it’s not.
the next week when yn comes in for her session, the door is closed. a frown forms on her face when she realizes, and she has to check her watch to make sure she hasn’t gotten the wrong time. she hasn’t, and so she’s even more confused as she heads back to the waiting area once more.
stopping at the front desk, she leans her upper body against it as she waits for jessica to finish speaking to a client. they've gotten fairly close over the past few weeks, so she trusts that she'll tell her what's going on. she looks over to her with a smile as soon as she's finished speaking, a bit confused since she's usually in the back by now.
"hey, jess, do you know where harry is? i just went in the back and the door was closed, didn't seem like he was in there," she explains, watching as the furrow in her friend's eyebrow only deepens.
"he should be in there, have you tried knocking yet? i haven't seen him come back out," she responds. yn has an odd sinking feeling in her stomach but she brushes it off, thinking that maybe he’s just lost track of time or something. turning on her heel, she goes back to the door and knocks firmly.
there’s no answer on the other side, but she knows he’s in there because the light is on. now she’s worried something’s happened to him, so she hurriedly turns the knob and opens the door. her eyes trail around the room until they land on harry. who is…perfectly fine.
she’s even more confused now, but then a small smile forms on her face when, upon fully taking him in, she sees that he has his airpods in, his back to her as he prepares the oils. he just couldn’t hear her. so she steps further into the room to tap him for his attention when he speaks up.
“no, allison. i won’t be home for dinner tonight,” a frown forms on her face as there’s a beat of silence.
who could he be talking to? as far as she knew, he lived alone. her questions are answered pretty quickly when he speaks up again. “it’s the same conversation every night!,” he exclaims, sounding exasperated. “i will not be home for dinner, and i expect the mess you made in our bed last night to be cleaned,” he sighs.
our bed? a lump forms in her throat. who is allison, and what sort of mess did she make in their bed? yn’s heart is full on thumping inside her chest as all of the possible scenarios play out for her. she’d begun to subconsciously step backward as her mind reels, stabilizing herself at the doorway when she makes it back there.
“allison, please. and for the love of god, could you please stop calling me when i’m at work? i’ll call you when i’m on the way home,” another beat of silence as the woman on the other end gets louder. “so now you’re monitoring my purchases? what i do in my free time doesn’t involve you, it doesn’t matter if you’re an account holder, stop trying to keep me on a leash,” he practically spits, and that’s all it takes for yn to take that final step out the door and close the door behind her, the slam startling harry even with his noise cancelling headphones.
the dull thud causes harry to jump, taking out one of his headphones as he takes a look at the time. his heart drops as he realizes yn would’ve been here at this time, and he has a strong feeling that the noise he heard was the sound of her leaving.
“no, no, no, fuck,” he spits, hanging up the phone and tossing it carelessly to the side as he hops up from the chair. he makes a run for the door, but he’s met with an empty hallway, and so he hurries to the front. the lobby is completely empty save for jessica, who looks at him with a confused expression, wondering why yn left so abruptly. she doesn’t dare ask, though, because the way harry is bright red with a heaving chest is off putting enough.
she wouldn’t have had time to, either, because as soon as he notices that yn’s car is gone from the parking lot he turns back to the hallway and goes into his room to retrieve his phone. his hands are shaking as he rushes to find her number, pressing the call button and putting the phone to his ear. straight to voicemail.
“fuck!” he bellows, hanging up to try again. voicemail once again. he stands in the middle of the room for a moment as he contemplates what to do. he doesn’t know where she lives or works, he only has her number and this time on fridays. he can only hope that she’ll come back next week, but he’s got a feeling that he’s really fucked up this time.
harry calms himself down for a few minutes as he cleans up his station that he’d prepped, gathering his belongings to head home for the night. he hurries past jessica without a word or a glance, hopping into his car and throwing his stuff in the backseat before peeling out of the lot.
it’s no surprise when monday he comes in with red puffy eyes and a bottom lip bright red from all the biting he’s done, but he’s surprised that jess is scowling at him and ignoring him, passing him the schedule for the day without a word. so yn told her about what she’d heard.
the week drags on so slowly he’s unsure he’ll make it, and when friday finally rolls around again he has just an inkling of hope that she’ll show. even just to talk, maybe yell at him. but after he finishes the clients and her normal time approaches, he waits and waits until the parlor closes, thinking that maybe she’s just running late.
he heaves out a sigh as he closes up the parlor, hopping into the car and resting his head against the wheel. after a few minutes of thought, he decides it’d be best to try and push her into the back of his mind, even though he’s definitely run away the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
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one month later
“h, really? it’s been a whole month and you’re still mooing around. it’s not like you guys were even together or anything,” mitch grumbles, fed up with his friend’s dull behavior. “so get in the shower and get some clothes on. i’ll be there in an hour or so, around 9…..and shave too, please,” he requests, hanging up the facetime call without waiting for a response.
harry just sighs in defeat as he realizes his best friend is entirely correct, but decides to wallow for a couple minutes more before he finally pushes himself off the couch and heads toward the bathroom.
he’s honestly quite relieved that he feels just a tad better when he makes himself presentable again, but the cleaning up does not take away the pain entirely. he finds some clothes and puts them on just as his phone begins ringing once more, mitch’s name appearing on the screen. he gives him a small smile when he answers. “ah, there he is! i bet you feel a lot better,” he teases, but it’s all in good nature as he’s really glad his best friend is making an effort. “i won’t say i told you so….” is the last thing harry beers before the call ends once more.
grabbing some shoes, he puts them on and grabs his keys before he heads out to where mitch is waiting, a forced smile on his face as he hops in the passenger seat.
~
walking into tap and slide, the most popular bar in upper manhattan, harry expects to feel something new. something, anything other than the dull ache that’s seemingly permanently nestled deep in his tummy. it seems as if the harder he tries to push yn from his mind, the more she appears. he takes a glance around the crowded bar and sighs deeply when he realizes that this scene will do nothing to help him.
his friends are already scattering to different parts of the building, seeing people they know or that they’re attracted to. so he’s left standing there near the entrance with a slump in his shoulders, and when he feels a body brush against him particularly hard, he forces his feet to move forward toward the bar. when it’s his turn, he orders himself a whiskey sour and heads off to find a booth to reside in until his friends feel like leaving.
and so he nurses the whiskey for as long as he sits there, eyes flitting around the room for anything that catches his attention. he’s sat there for about an hour, beginning to get too deep into his head when he sees her. he hadn’t looked toward the entrance the entire night, but for some reason he felt compelled to look that way at that exact moment.
when his eyes land on her, in the cutest black dress and small kitten heels that her perfect for a night out, his heart speeds up substantially. he nearly drops his half empty glass on the table, his hand shaky as he manages to set it down. his eyes don’t leave her frame as she moves deeper into the building, not until someone is tapping her shoulder and causing her to turn to them.
a frown forms on his lips when he realizes that it’s jess with her, and that she’s pointing at him as she speaks to yn. a scowl is set on her face and she rolls her eyes every couple words as she very obviously warns yn of his presence. then yn is speaking, still not turning his way as she gets closer to jess. whatever she says causes jess to place a hand on her arm with a sympathetic frown, moving the two of them toward a booth on the other side.
jess double checks that yn is okay before moving to the bar to grab them some drinks to sip on for the night, and he knows it’s so wrong, but harry takes that as a chance to make his move. sliding from the booth, harry pushes through the couple of bodies that block his path and makes his way to yn, who is now typing on her phone.
then he slides into the booth across from her, watching as she looks up with a smile that’s quickly replaced with a hardened look of anger, a face he’s never seen before. he swallows quickly and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip before he speaks. “i know i don’t exactly deserve this for not being honest with you, but do you think i could just get a few minutes? i’d really like to explain myself,” he chooses his words carefully, not really giving away any details, which frustrates her.
she’s huffing out a sigh of annoyance and cuts her eyes to jess, who is fully immersed in a conversation with mitch before she looks back to the man in front of her. “whatever. you have five minutes, and i expect the truth,” she spits, leaning back against the back of the booth and crossing her arms against her chest.
she really should’ve stayed home tonight.
"im married," he finally admits to her, watching the way her breath hitches before a scoff leaves her lips. “i’m married, and i have been for the past five years.”
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solace* (famous!harry x masseuse!y/n)
summary: harry is in need of some unwinding and destressing, and he finds the perfect masseuse for that. they end up growing much closer than the relationship they began with, but it's never that easy, is it?
words: 6.4k (she's long)
warnings: smut in this one: p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cursing, dirty talk, fingering, creampie.
"Just lay down on the table and relax. I'll take good care of you."
Y/N tried to keep her voice steady and professional as she greeted her new client, the one and only Harry Styles. The famous former athlete turned singer was lying face down on the massage table, a towel draped over his lower body.
Y/N had been a masseuse at this high-end spa for two years, but she had never worked on someone so famous before. She was intimidated but determined not to show it. Treating Harry just like any other client was the only way she could get through this.
"You're the expert," Harry's muffled voice came from the face cradle. "I'm in your hands."
Y/N gulped at the unintended innuendo. Get it together, she scolded herself. This is strictly business.
She warmed up some lotion in her hands and began working on Harry's muscular back and shoulders. Almost immediately, she could feel the tightness and knots from years of intense athletic training.
"You've got a lot of built-up tension in here," she commented, digging her fingers in to loosen a stubborn knot. "What sort of athletic background are we working with?"
"Footie, if you go by my English roots," Harry said, sucking in a sharp breath as she worked a particularly tender spot. "Played striker on an academy team as a kid before my interests shifted to music in my late teens."
Y/N raised her eyebrows, impressed. She had no idea Harry was such a talented athlete on top of his musical skills. Somehow that made her former crush on him even more intimidating.
As she moved down to his lower back, she tried to keep her touches clinical and impersonal. But she couldn't help noticing how toned Harry's body was, the muscles rippling beneath her hands.
Stop ogling him, you're being completely unprofessional! She gave herself another firm mental rebuke.
For a while, the only sounds were Harry's occasional groans as Y/N dug into his tight knots and the relaxing spa music playing softly in the background. But eventually, Harry broke the silence.
"You know, you seem a bit nervous around me. Is it because I'm....well, me?"
Y/N felt her cheeks burn. She should have known he would pick up on her awkwardness.
"I'm just trying to stay focused," she mumbled, unable to keep the embarrassment out of her voice entirely. "I don't want to slip up and disappoint an important client like yourself."
To her surprise, Harry let out a low chuckle. "Love, I may be famous but I'm just a regular bloke like any other. No need to be nervous."
His voice was warm and full of humor, putting Y/N more at ease. She realized she had been building him up as some intimidating celebrity in her mind when really he seemed down-to-earth.
Feeling emboldened, she decided to open up a bit. "To be honest, I may have...had a bit of a crush on you back in the day. Your music was a big part of my teen years."
"Is that so?" Harry sounded both flattered and amused. "Well, I'll take it as a compliment from a pretty lady like yourself."
Y/N felt her traitorous cheeks heating up again. Were they...flirting now? She couldn't tell if he was just being charming or if there was real interest there.
She tried to keep things professional as she moved on to his arms and legs, though her lingering shyness made it difficult. Harry seemed to sense it, not pushing things but keeping up his friendly banter that had her laughing in spite of herself.
By the end of the ninety minutes, Y/N was disappointed for the massage to be over. Some of the intimidation had faded, replaced by an easy rapport. Almost as if...they could really be friends, or more, not just client and masseuse.
As Harry redressed and prepared to leave, he paused and gave her a heart-stoppingly charming smile. "Same time next week? I'll need to keep these knots at bay."
Y/N couldn't resist smiling back, a warm flutter in her belly. "I'll be here. It's a date."
Wait, did she actually just say that?! She wanted to cringe at her awkward choice of words.
But Harry just chuckled easily, not seeming bothered at all. "A date it is, then. I look forward to it."
As he sauntered out, Y/N exhaled a long breath. Suddenly, her job had gotten a lot more...interesting.
Over the next few months, Y/N looked forward to Harry's weekly appointments increasingly more. They had fallen into an easy, teasing back-and-forth during their sessions peppered with plenty of flirtatious banter.
At first, Y/N firmly kept things within professional boundaries, no matter how strong her crush was growing. Harry may be a laid back, regular guy, but he was still a client at the end of the day.
However, the more she got to know the real Harry beyond his famous persona, the harder it became not to develop deeper feelings. His sharp wit, endless warmth and care for those around him, and genuine humility all endeared him to Y/N enormously.
For his part, Harry seemed to be growing quite fond of Y/N as well. He playfully requested she work extra hard on his "problem areas" and loved to tease her about her technique and bedroom eyes whenever she was really concentrating. Y/N would pretend to be flustered, but secretly loved their charged back-and-forth.
One week, Harry didn't show up for his usual appointment. Y/N tried not to feel too disappointed, figuring he must have just been busy. But when he missed his spot the following week as well with no notice, she began to worry something was wrong.
"Everything okay with Harry?" she couldn't help asking the spa receptionist. "I haven't seen him for his appointments lately."
The petite blonde receptionist gave her a sly grin. "Haven't you heard? There was an issue with his latest music release, so he's been dealing with that whole mess the past couple weeks."
Y/N frowned, concerned. Harry hadn't mentioned anything about work issues. Then again, she realized they had become so comfortable with each other that she always viewed him through a friend's lens rather than a client's now.
Making a snap decision, Y/N pulled out her phone and drafted a text to the number Harry had given her months ago, just in case she ever needed to reschedule his slot.
"Hey there, just checking in! Missed you the past couple weeks and wanted to make sure everything is alright?"
She hit send before she could overthink it, her heart fluttering nervously. This was wildly unprofessional to text a client like this, even if Harry had become more of a friend really.
To her surprise, Harry texted back almost immediately.
"Y/N! Was just thinking about you, funny enough. I'm so sorry for going MIA, it's been a madhouse with this new album mess. Let me make it up to you with dinner this weekend?"
Y/N's eyes widened as she re-read the text. Was Harry...asking her on a date? Or was he just being friendly and suggesting they grab a bite to catch up? She wasn't sure, but her heart was pounding either way.
Throwing caution to the wind, she typed: "It's a date. Looking forward to it!"
If her massages with Harry had been growing increasingly charged lately, Y/N could only imagine how electric an actual date with him would be...
The rest of the week dragged by interminably for Y/N as she counted down to her dinner with Harry. She agonized over what to wear, settling on a slinky red dress that walked the line between casual date and fancy night out perfectly.
When Saturday evening finally arrived, Y/N felt uncharacteristically nervous as she pulled up to the chic restaurant Harry had chosen. What if she had been misreading everything and this was just a friendly dinner after all? She didn't want to make things weird if that was the case.
But the second Harry opened the door to greet her, looking unfairly handsome in a slick black button-down, her worries melted away. He was giving her the same heated look he got when she was working out a tight knot in his muscles - unmistakably attracted and intrigued.
"You look positively stunning, love," he murmured, taking her hand and giving it a delicate kiss. "Though I don't know what I was expecting, you always manage to blow me away."
Y/N felt her face heating up at his unabashed flattery, her pulse racing. She couldn't resist giving his bicep a playful squeeze.
"You're not looking too bad yourself, popstar. Now are we going to eat, or did you just invite me out to shamelessly flirt?"
Harry grinned wickedly. "Why can't we do both?"
The evening passed in a blur of delicious food, sinfully good wine, and the most scintillating conversation Y/N had ever experienced. She and Harry swapped stories, teased and joked, and delved into surprisingly deep philosophical discussions, all without missing a beat.
By the time they were splitting a decadent slice of chocolate cake for dessert, Y/N felt more relaxed and giddy than she had in years. Despite all her nervous buildup, the date was turning out perfectly.
"You know," Harry began conversationally as he licked some icing off his fork in a way that made Y/N's mouth go dry. "When you started as my masseuse, I'll admit I figured you were just another pretty face hired by the spa. Starstruck and nervous around me because of my image and all that rot."
Y/N felt her cheeks warm at his words, but Harry grinned teasingly to show he meant no offense.
"But you proved me absolutely wrong in the best way possible, darling. Your skill and your spirit both blew me away. You're always so professional, but with this amazing warm heart and sharp wit just beneath the surface."
Y/N couldn't help smiling bashfully at his earnest compliments. "Well, you hardly made it easy to stay focused and impersonal, Mr. Cheeky Flirtmaster. I'm just glad we were able to become...friends."
She said the last word tentatively, wondering if Harry felt the same growing sense that they had become something more than that recently. His heated gaze and body language said as much, but she didn't want to assume.
Harry seemed to pick up on her hesitancy, his green eyes crinkling at the corners fondly.
"Y/N, I think we both know our 'friendship' has evolved into something deeper, at least for me. I've fancied you for months, maybe longer if I'm being honest with myself. You're bloody brilliant - smart, talented, caring, with a rocking body that drives me spare in the best way."
He reached across the table to take her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles. The tender intimacy of the gesture made Y/N's heart skip a beat.
"What I'm asking is...would you want to make this official? Give us a real go as more than just mates?"
Y/N felt like the breath had been knocked out of her lungs. She had imagined hearing those words from Harry's lips more times than she could count. But now that he had actually said them, she was temporarily stunned into silence.
Seeing her speechlessness, Harry chuckled warmly. "No need to answer right this second, love. I know it's a lot to process coming from your formerly famous client-turned-mate. Just think it over, yeah?"
Y/N finally managed to find her voice, emboldened by the caring warmth in Harry's eyes. She turned her palm over, lacing their fingers together decisively.
"You don't have to give me time, Harry. I've been crazy about you for ages if I'm honest. Of course I want to give us a real shot. I can't think of anything I want more."
The brilliant smile that spread across Harry's face sent tingles down Y/N's spine. He brought her knuckles to his lips, brushing a soft kiss there.
"Then it's official. We're a couple now."
Y/N felt giddy, like the words were a dream. Her and Harry Styles, the man she'd fancied for years, were entering a relationship together. What were the odds?
"Should we, uh, keep things professional at the spa still?" she asked, suddenly wondering if their new situation would make things weird.
To her surprise, Harry shook his head adamantly. "Actually, I was thinking of finding a new masseuse. I wouldn't want to put you in an awkward position having to work on your boyfriend's body every week, tempting as that sounds."
He gave her a heated look and Y/N felt a rush of arousal, imagining all the new layers their massages would take on now.
"Fair point. I don't think I could keep things totally professional anymore either," she admitted with a coy smile.
Harry signaled for the check, keeping Y/N's hand linked with his posessively. "Then it's settled. I'm all yours now, darling. Though fair warning, I'll expect my massages in private from here on out."
The tone of his voice made Y/N shiver pleasantly in anticipation. Oh, this romance was going to be incredibly fun.
***
Over the next few months, Y/N felt like she was living in a wonderful dream. She and Harry were inseparable, their bonds of friendship strengthening into an unbreakable foundation as their passion grew.
They went on romantic dates, attended glamorous celebrity events, and spent long cozy nights together at Harry's place. Y/N felt herself falling harder and harder for the kind, charismatic man who never failed to dote on her or cheer her on.
One evening, Harry surprised her by having a limo pick her up from work at the spa. Y/N raised her eyebrows in amused confusion as she slid into the sleek black car, wondering what her doting boyfriend was up to now.
To her delighted shock, Harry was waiting inside wearing a dashing tuxedo. He held out a rose to her with a warm smile.
"My love, you look as breathtaking as ever. Are you ready for our night on the town?"
Y/N laughed giddily, feeling like a princess in a fairytale as Harry showered her with kisses. "You'll have to tell me where we're going, love!"
"Well, first we have dinner reservations at the city's most exclusive new restaurant. And afterward..." Harry trailed off teasingly before pulling a pair of tickets from his inner jacket pocket. "I've arranged for us to have a private vip loge at the opera!"
Y/N's jaw dropped. She knew Harry took great pride in planning thoughtful, romantic gestures, but she was blown away by this grand occasion. The evening was straight out of a storybook.
"Harry, this is...I can't even put into words," she breathed in amazement. "You are the singularly most incredible, thoughtful man in existence. How'd I ever get so lucky?"
Harry just grinned boyishly, giving her a wink as the limo pulled away from the curb. "You deserve all of this and more, darling. Tonight is just a start."
The rest of the evening passed in a blissful whirlwind. Y/N and Harry sipped gourmet cocktails as candles flickered between them at the restaurant. Their heated looks and brushing footsies beneath the table made the anticipation crackle deliciously.
After the stunning five-star cuisine, Harry surprised Y/N again by hiring a violinist at the opera to serenade them privately in the vip loge while the show played out on stage. He held her close as they swayed to the rich, emotive music, looking into each other's eyes adoringly.
By the time they arrived back home in the limo, Y/N could barely keep her hands off her romantic prince of a boyfriend. She attacked his mouth hungrily as he lifted her into his arms, stumbling inside as they continued to devour each other.
That night was a blur of frantic lovemaking, tearing at clothes and tangling in the bed sheets as release was desperately chased between them. Y/N had never felt so thoroughly worshiped and cherished as when Harry was passionately laying claim to every inch of her body, branding her as his own with his scorching caresses.
"You're everything, Y/N," he groaned into the slick skin of her neck as she writhed beneath him. "My whole bloody universe, all the stars in the sky. Nothing means more to me than you, my perfect girl."
After, when the frenzied haze cleared, Harry held Y/N with indescribable tenderness like she was the most precious thing in existence. Which to him, she absolutely was. Her hands stroked through his sweat-dampened chestnut locks as he pressed fervent kisses to her collarbones, her sternum, everywhere his full lips could reach.
"How did I ever get so lucky?" he murmured, more to himself than her as he gazed up at Y/N reverently. "My entire world in these arms."
Y/N had no words, rendered speechless by the depth of love emanating from her man's bright green eyes. So she simply held him closer, letting her touch express everything her heart was too overwhelmed to put into phrases.
Of course, there were still hints of Harry's internal struggles with fame and the immense pressures of his career. The more Y/N got to know him intimately, the more she saw the tightly-wound tension that still crept into his muscles and posture frequently.
It killed her to see Harry in pain or overwhelmed, dealing silently with the weight of Hollywood's demands. So she made it her mission to take care of him, just like when she was his masseuse but in more intimate ways now.
After an especially grueling day of meetings and recording sessions, Y/N would draw Harry a hot bath infused with relaxing essential oils. She would gently undress him, unable to resist pressing soothing kisses along the protesting knots in his shoulders and back. Harry would let out deep rumbles of pleasure at her therapeutic touch.
One draining evening after he had done promo interviews all day followed by a high-energy concert, Harry came home to their penthouse utterly spent. His eyes were rimmed with exhaustion and his mouth was drawn into a tight line, shoulders hunched under the weight of his weariness.
Taking one look at her love in such a depleted state tore at Y/N's heartstrings. She quickly sprang into action, knowing just what he needed to recharge and find his center again.
"Go have a long, hot shower, babe," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Harry's furrowed brow. "I'll take care of everything else."
While Harry dragged himself to the bathroom, Y/N set about creating the perfect soothing atmosphere in their bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a warm golden glow and lit a few spicy aromatherapy candles. Then she pulled out her professional massage table and arranged it with all her favorite oils and lotions.
By the time Harry emerged from the steamy bathroom wearing nothing but a plush robe, Y/N had the space utterly transformed into a private spa oasis. Soft nature soundscapes played lightly in the background, blending with the flicker of candlelight to create an ambiance of pure tranquility.
Harry's brow unfurrowed slightly as he took in the scene, a small smile playing at his lips. "You're too good to me, darling," he rumbled in that gruff, sleepy tone Y/N adored.
"Mmm, not possible," Y/N assured with a soft smile, helping Harry shrug off his robe so he could climb onto the table completely nude.
She warmed up some of the aromatic sandalwood oil between her palms before beginning her sensual ministrations along the perfect terrain of Harry's back and shoulders. His tight muscles instantly began loosening under her skilled touch.
Harry let out a deep, relieved groan as Y/N's strong hands found each knotted snarl and gently worked them loose. He practically melted into the table, boneless and pliant beneath her.
"S'why I love you so much," he slurred, the profound tension seeping from his body. "Always know just how to take care of me, dove."
Y/N hummed in contentment, leaning down to press a line of soothing kisses along the dips of Harry's spine. Between her mouth and her fingers spreading hot oil into every bunched muscle group, he was soon utterly liquid and relaxed.
This went on for almost two blissful hours, Y/N taking her time to reverently cover every last inch of Harry's body in her healing touch. At one point she gently turned him over to tend to his chest, abdomen, and the handful of other areas he accumulated strain.
By the time she was finished, Harry was borderline unconscious - eyes hooded, face perfectly lax, breaths coming in deep and even pulls. Y/N trailed one last stroke down the miles of inked and toned skin he had exposed to her. Her beautiful boy, wholly at peace once more.
Pressing tender kisses to each of Harry's closed eyelids, Y/N carefully covered him with a plush duvet before slipping out of the bedroom. As much as she would love to stay and watch over him, she knew he needed to fully surrender to restorative sleep now.
Y/N headed to the kitchen, deciding to prepare one of Harry's favorite home cooked meals for when he woke feeling replenished and ravenous. As she moved around the space chopping vegetables and searing chicken, her mind couldn't help drifting to thoughts of the wonderful man in the other room.
She felt so unutterably lucky to be the one person in Harry's life allowed to take care of his weary body and soul in such an intimate way. All the fame, fortune, and success in the world was meaningless to Y/N, compared to earning his unwavering trust and being able to soothe away his struggles whenever they arose.
When Harry finally padded into the kitchen a couple hours later, he looked noticeably refreshed and at peace. There was a soft, dazed expression playing on his features as his bright eyes landed on Y/N in an oversized shirt cooking away.
"There she is," he rasped in that deep, gorgeously gravelly morning voice of his. "Most beautiful sight in the world."
Y/N grinned, warmth blossoming in her chest at the open adoration on Harry's face. Even after going through a draining day, he still couldn't help being an outrageous charmer with her.
"Did you get enough beauty sleep, love?" she teased lightly, moving across the room to wind her arms around his trim waist.
Harry hummed in contentment, ducking his head to nuzzle into the crook of her neck. He inhaled her familiar honeysuckle scent deeply, as if letting the aroma soothe his very soul.
"More than enough. I feel reborn, all thanks to you taking such incredible care of me as always." One of his large hands trailed up and down her back. "You spoil me rotten, darling."
"And you love every second of it," Y/N murmured with a soft laugh, tilting her chin up to search his sparkling green gaze.
The tender look Harry returned her with stole her breath away, like it still did even after all this time together. His calloused thumb traced the line of her cheekbone reverently.
"How could I not?" His low rumble sent tingles down her spine. "When you pour so much love and devotion into everything you do for me. Makes me fall deeper every damn day, dove."
As their mouths slanted together in a searing, drugging kiss, Y/N couldn't dream of a response. Because there were truly no words sufficient enough to capture the cosmic love between them in that moment.
Of course, their intimate times weren't always just about relaxation either. Y/N's massages frequently led to much more heated activities once Harry was completely de-stressed, his desire for her building as she worked her magic on his body.
Harry loved nothing more than to suddenly flip their positions, pinning Y/N to the bed and attacking her neck and collarbone with hot, hungry kisses. His hands would grip her curves possessively as she writhed beneath him.
"You've woken the beast, darling," he would growl in her ear, making her shiver with delicious anticipation. "Now you'll have to tame him."
Their lovemaking was always passionate and intense, the depth of their connection shining through in how perfectly in-sync their bodies were. Y/N never felt more beautiful, powerful, and utterly cherished than when Harry was worshiping every inch of her with his hands, lips, and tongue.
Sometimes their couplings started not from a massage, but simply from them stealing heated looks while going about their day. Like the time Y/N was baking in the kitchen, shaking her hips to the beat of the pop song playing while she rolled out pie dough, careless and free of the world around her.
She didn't notice Harry sidle up behind her until his strong arms wound around her waist, tugging her flush against his solid chest. His lips found the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sucking a blistering path up to the spot behind her ear that drove her crazy.
"Look at you," he rumbled in that gravelly morning tone of his as Y/N gasped and arched back into his sturdy frame. "Being all sexy and domestic, tempting a bloke with something fierce."
Y/N bit back a throaty moan as Harry's nimble fingers slid beneath her loose shirt, calloused palms blazing a path up her ribcage. "Harry, what-what are you doing?" she breathed, though she already knew the answer if the hardness pressing into her backside was any indication.
"Having a nibble of my favorite snack," he replied cheekily, punctuating his words with a sharp nip to her earlobe that made her inhale shakily, her heartbeat accelerating in her chest.
Before she could really process what was happening, Harry had easily turned Y/N in his arms and hoisted her up onto the wide kitchen counter. She reflexively wrapped her toned legs around his trim waist to anchor them together as he attacked her mouth in a desperate kiss.
His tongue plundered deep, tasting every crevice as Y/N clutched at the dense muscle of his biceps and back. One of his large hands cupped her jaw to angle her how he wanted while the other palmed her breast through the thin fabric, brushing a calloused thumb over the peaked nipple there.
Y/N whimpered into Harry's mouth, already spiraling from how quickly his talented hands and lips had her arousal spiking. He was single handedly unraveling her till she was putty in his hands, the only thought in her mind was what he was planning to do to her next..
Finally, Harry broke the filthy clash of their mouths, panting harshly as he pinned Y/N with a look of pure hunger. His green eyes were near black with want, wandering possessively over her flushed state.
"You make me so bloody crazy, dove," he rasped in a low rumble that had her pulse kicking up another notch. "I can't keep my hands off you."
Y/N whimpered at the pure need saturating her boyfriend's deep tone. She squirmed deliciously against him, desperate for more friction.
"Then don't," she managed to gasp out through her daze of arousal. "Take what you want from me, Harry. I'm all yours."
The low, guttural groan Harry let out at her breathless plea, very nearly had Y/N coming undone right then. His smoldering gaze somehow burned even hotter with carnal intent.
Before she could process what was happening, Harry had ridden her of her shirt and shorts in two effortless tugs. His big palms instantly settled at the curves of her waist, thumbs dipping beneath the lace waistband of her underwear teasingly.
"Look at you...so gorgeous and flushed, ready and waiting for me," he praised in a low rasp, leaning in to drag his tongue up the slender column of her throat. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you baby?"
Y/N was too far gone in the spiral of her own pleasure to respond with anything more coherent than a choked-off whine that had him thickening in his pants. She writhed against Harry's solid frame, silently pleading for him to end her torment.
Seeming to take the hint, Harry ducked his head to mouth along the swell of her breasts and sternum, layering nips and sucking kisses until her skin was covered with marks of his devotion. Y/N arched her back hair sticking to her rapidly dampening skin as breathy moans tumbled from her parted lips.
"So responsive for me, dove," Harry grunted in approval, his big hands sliding around to shamelessly cup and squeeze her backside. "So perfect at taking everything I give you."
With one swift movement, he tugged her skimpy panties aside and plunged two ring clad fingertips through her dripping folds. Y/N cried out shamelessly at the long-awaited relief, her hips bucking forward uncontrollably to maximize the delicious stretch and burn.
"Christ, so wet and tight," Harry ground out, sounding utterly wrecked as he swirled his fingers around her throbbing entrance teasingly. "Made just for me, isn't that right lovely? Made to take my fingers, my tongue..."
His voice dropped to a sinful baritone as he slowly pumped his thick digits in and out of her fluttering, slick heat. Y/N let out a shrill whine of complete surrender, eyes rolling back as she fully gave herself over to the glorious sensations sparking along every nerve-ending.
"Made to take every hard inch of my cock, pushing deep inside this perfect little cunt," Harry continued in that gravelly and raspy tone, leaning down to whisper the obscene words directly against her damp skin.
True to form, his skilled fingers had Y/N right on the edge of shattering with dizzying speed. Her thighs quivered with the coiled tension, inner walls fluttering madly around the deliciously intrusive stretch of his thick digits.
Just when she thought she couldn't take any more of the exquisite torment, when stars were bursting behind her eyelids, Harry abruptly curled his fingers upward in a devastating stroke against that magic spot inside her. Y/N's entire body convulsed as she broke into a thousand kaleidoscopic pieces, a strangled scream of pure euphoria ripping free from her throat.
By the time her vision finally began refocusing, her loose limbs were draped bonelessly over Harry's shoulders, her head spinning in dizzy bliss. She clearly registered the achingly slow push and pull of his fingers continuing to work through her fluttering, overstimulated cunt.
Harry's burning gaze was locked onto her sweat-slicked, flushed skin as he methodically wrung out every last spasm of ecstasy from her boneless frame. The soft, reverent look of awe on his handsome face stole what little breath Y/N had managed to recapture.
"Look at you, darling...absolutely wrecked for me," he husked "So stunning like this, falling apart on my fingers. All fo’ me"
Despite feeling completely satisfied, Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of desire at Harry's words. He always had been equal parts tender and filthy in his erotic praise and endearments.
Case in point, his next words as he slid his glistening fingers into his mouth to taste her essence were absolutely scorching.
"Clean that essence up for me like a good girl, dove...because I'm going to need you soaked and begging again in about five minutes."
Y/N let out a breathy moan at the promise in his words, knowing full well her legs were going to absolutely sore tonight, her knees wobbly and unable to walk by morning.
She nodded around the slick digits, swirling her tongue around the fullness of them as he sighed at the way she sucked his fingers.
“God, I wish it was m’ cock behind those pretty lips, dove” he pulled them out, placing his hand right over her naked thigh, “but I want it inside your pretty pussy for now”
She nodded, too awestruck to actua;ly process her mind to his words.He shook her head at her, pulling down the pants he had put on earlier.
“Got me so hard. Could’ve burst from listening to you being so filthy for me”
Her cheeks flushed at his risque words, thighs pushing together as his cock sprang free, the angry, red tip throbbing as he took himself into his palm, stroking his length to relieve some of the tension.
She pushed her thighs above each other, feeling utterly flustered and dizzy. He was gong to fuck her, and memories of all the times he had, flooding her mind like ocean water.
Finally, he let go of himself, parting her thighs and slotting himself in between. She let out a broken gasp, mouth going dry as she took a look at her own desperation, red and swollen, yet, so needy and wet.
“Could never get enough of you” he said into her mouth, swallowing her gasp as his cock stretched her open deliciously. A broken moan made its way past her lips, her quivering legs wrapping around him as he slid himself inside her. Her wetness swallowed him up, her pussy gushing with arousal as he angled her hips higher.
“Good, fucking–so damn tight for me” eh cursed, her mouth parting open into another broken sob as he thrust in and out of her, her wet walls taking him in so well. He felt so heavenly, his cock buried inside his pretty, so pretty and perfect girl.
“How did I stay so long without you? Hm?” he asked rhetorically, and she opened her closed eyes. His hand reached between her parted legs, his skilled digits teasing her clit, while his practised strokes made her fall apart under him.
“Oh fuck, yeah–right there” she begged him to keep fucking her, his cock hitting the deepest of spots inside her. It had her mind going numb, her toes curling as he fucked her with delirious intent.
“Pussy’s so good–:” he praised her once again, his fingers finally landing on her clit, a sharp spank that made her cum right then and there.
She arched her back, her head falling back till it touched the counter. She grabbed her nipples, pinching them as he rubbed circles over her clit, his cock fucking her at a pace that had her screaming and begging for more.
“Oh fuck, Harr–Harry, oh my fucking god”
He grabbed her hips, laying her down flat as she choked on another sob, her wetness gushing out and wetting the cold marble counter. Harry was grinning and smirking, watching her fall apart beneath him. He was the only one who could make her mind go absolutely detached, the only thought in her mind being of him. His name. His cock. His hands. The way they made her feel.
“Her orgasm prolonged as he kept her on the edge, her pussy short circuiting is the overstimulation kicked in. She was sore, two orgasms after a day of work would do that to her.
“Harry–” she pouted, her hands reaching out for his, to which he immediately complied, intertwining their fingers.
“Just a little longer, Almost done”
He promised, and began fucking her at the vicious pace again. The room echoed with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, her hips bruised as he sucked a breath in, teetering on the edge of sweet, sweet release.
He came inside her that day, his cock leaking inside her warm, warm cunt till he was fully spent and empty, her cunt full of his load as he stayed inside a little longer, relishing in the way she fluttered around him, squeezing and milking his cock for all he had.
He kissed her knuckles, murmuring sweet words of love as they lay on the counter for a while, her bake affair long forgotten, since she had already gotten a taste of something much sweeter.
***
The next morning, as Y/N was featherlight kissing her way down Harry's chiseled torso with the intent of rousing him for another sensual round, her lips brushed against something unfamiliar on his skin. Frowning, she pushed back the bedsheets to get a better look.
There, etched in thick black ink just above Harry's hipbone, was a new tattoo she had never noticed before. It was a series of numbers, almost like...coordinates?
Y/N felt her breath catch as she recognized the distinctly precise numerical patterning. She had taken enough coding classes to spot geographic coordinates when she saw them.
"Harry..." she gulped, tracing the new ink with a trembling fingertip. "What is this? Why do you have map coordinates tattooed on your body?"
The sleepy, blissed-out expression on Harry's face instantly shuttered closed as soon as the words left Y/N's lips. He seemed to almost freeze for a moment, grimacing ever-so-slightly as he struggled to keep his expression neutral.
"It's...nothing to concern yourself with, darling," he finally replied in a tone that was just a bit too overly-casual. "Just a drunken mistake from a mate's stag night a few weeks back. Doesn't mean anything, I swear."
But Y/N knew her boyfriend too well to be convinced by his nonchalant dismissal. She searched his bright green eyes, unable to shake the feeling that there was much more to this strange new tattoo than he was letting on.
What secrets could Harry possibly be keeping from her? And just where exactly would those map coordinates lead if she dared to follow them?
The delicious haze of their previous intimacy was shattered, replaced by a gnawing sense that Y/N was missing out on some important truth about her boyfriend's life. And she knew their relationship could never regain that blissful closeness until she uncovered what Harry was hiding...
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Close Enough to Touch
11.6k words /// Mature /// Louis/Harry
There had been chart topping singles and sold out arenas when Louis Tomlinson was one fifth of the world's most successful boyband.
Embarking on his first solo tour was stressful enough without his closest friends encouraging him to push even further outside of his comfort zone. Louis definitely did not need a masseuse on tour. Not even if that masseuse turned out to be gorgeous, kind, and lovely. It was the last thing Louis thought he needed.
He was wrong.
Written as part of the @1dastroficfest
#my fics#my moodboards#close enough to touch#1d-library#astro fic fest#tracksintheam#trackinghome#ficsfor4am#one direction fanfiction#one direction fics#larry stylinson#larry fic
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Thinking about famous harry (ou) and personal masseuse yn 👀 could be fun 🙌🏼🕺🏻
Ooooh yeah? Okay!
He's all tense from traveling and working so he visits a spot to get a massage and yn is freaking out because she knows who he is and she's trying to remain calm but he's all 'seems like you need the massage more than me'
lol! just kidding! But maybe?? Better ideas for this? What do y'all think?
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The reader is nonbinary but with female body parts, just in case it isn't clear.
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Lycan (Henry) & Half Vampire (Jared) x human nonbinary reader
"Sir?" You rap on the door to the office of Jared Moranne. "I have some couples files from Mrs. Daniels."
It's partially ajar and you can see a glimpse of him slumped in his chair.
"Come in," he says but he doesn't straighten.
His blond hair, usually scraped back into a sturdy bun, is loose, stumbling down his shoulders and falling into his eyes.
As the youngest and least experienced at the company, the duty of serving coffee has fallen to you. You don't mind that, the kitschy break room has a marvelously complex coffee machine that's kind of fun to use. You've brought him a mug of it right now.
"I made you coffee," you extend the mug to him and he takes it, cradling it in his slender hands.
His eyes dart wearily over the papers you've handed him. His eyes have grey smudges underneath and his face is growing even more gaunt.
"If I may point it out, your vacation doesn't seem to have worked," you murmur.
"No." He takes a sip of the coffee, sighing. "No, it didn't."
He begins to shuffle through his papers and it looks like he's forgotten you're there. You stare at him for a moment and then march over and pull him back in his chair so his back is pressed against it.
"What are you doing?" He sputters, resisting weakly. "I have forms to fill, people to talk to..."
"A tired employee won't do anyone good," you say. "You look like you're about to drop dead."
"I have to speak to Henry. He pushed back some of my meetings by a week."
"He's trying to keep you from working too much, Jared."
"But the cases are urgent-" He mutters, his body relaxing under your touch as you begin to massage his shoulders. "You're getting bolder," he points out.
"I'm not doing anything wrong," you scoff, blushing slightly.
He's wound up like a spring but you've worked as a masseuse before and know just how to work the tension away.
"You're too nice," he mumbles, rolling his neck. "I don't deserve it."
"Please take care of yourself, Jared," you tell him.
"I can't. People need me. Papers need me."
"Your help is of no use if you're about to drop dead!" You snap, and then sag in embarrassment. "Sorry."
Jared laughs and shakes his head. "You haven't said anything wrong. But I can hardly sleep knowing people out there are hurting and knowing that I can help them."
You roll your eyes.
"It's very nice of you to offer yourself as a second option for people with life threatening sicknesses, Jared, but only have so much of your own blood you can give," you say softly. "When was the last time you replenished yourself?"
He cringes under your hands. "I hate doing it," he mutters. "Drinking blood like some kind of cannibal."
"It's why you can help others," you reason. "There are perks to it."
The office door is pushed open and Jared's colleague Harry ducks in, whistling.
"What have I just walked into?" He teases, a gleam in his golden lycan eyes.
"Nothing," you reply airily, but it doesn't stop warmth from blooming in your chest.
You've gotten closer to these two while working here. They're something like a couple but not exactly. You've always wanted to ask if they have room for one more in whatever it is they have, but you'd only be brave enough to do so in your dreams. Still, they both seem fond of you and you'd like to think it's not because you're so obviously trying to get them to like you.
A half vampire, a lycan and a human that likes them both. It can't get more cliche than that.
"I'm trying to convince Jared to close at the normal time," you say, pulling your hands away.
"No you aren't!" Jared flies straight up in his seat, fumbling to stand. "I have far too much to do-"
"You always have something to do," Henry scoffs, brushing past you to loom over him. "I'm not asking this time. We're going out to eat after work and you're coming with us."
"Who's we?" Jared scowls up at the burly lycan.
His head hardly comes up to Henry's shoulder, so he hardly looks intimidating.
"I've just invited this cutie," Harry says, grinning at you.
"You did?" You stammer lamely. "When?"
"Just now," he smiles triumphantly. "Then maybe we can catch a movie and get Jared to relax for a couple hours."
Jared snorts. "That sounds a lot like a date, you know."
"Whatever I can get," Henry says. "I've had a hard time pinning you down lately."
"Are you two together? Wait, you don't have to answer that. Never mind," you wince.
"Werewolf knots and workaholic vampires who can't stay still for long don't go well together," Henry says.
"Jesus Christ, Ry." Jared rolls his eyes, only to jump in his seat when Henry slams his hand down on the armrest and leans down, getting in his personal space.
"Full moon tonight," Henry says, baring his teeth. "And I'm horny."
You begin to inch towards the door, only to trip over the relatively high threshold. Both of them turn to look at you.
"Don't leave me alone with him," Jared says, wide-eyed and pouting, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Are you scared?" Henry asks, observing you.
"Um, no. It just looks like you two are having a moment. I was going to leave," you explain. "Then I tripped."
"Actually, you're welcome to stay, if you want to," Henry smirks. "Work ends in a couple hours and then we can go from there."
"I still have things to do-" Jared pipes up, only to get hauled out of his chair and pulled against Henry's broad chest.
Henry wraps his hand in Jared's hair none too gently and kisses him. For a moment, Jared protests, muttering,
"We're at work, horny bastard!" After a moment of hesitation he sinks into Henry's embrace with a small whimper.
"You infuriate me sometimes, Jared Moranne," Henry mutters as they part for air.
You clear your throat awkwardly and Henry snaps his head around to you and growls, eyes glowing faintly. You jump in surprise and bump against the door.
"Stop that, you're scaring them," Jared smacks his arm.
Henry's stormy eyes lighten up and he prowls over to you. You'd be scared if he wasn't smiling but you can't help instinctively shrinking back.
"Are you interested in joining the party?" He says bluntly. "Pizza, movie and then a bed big enough for three?"
"Um," your words catch in your throat. "Uh..."
"You know you want to," he smirks.
"Don't assume things," Jared says from his chair.
He's tying his hair back again. Leaning in his chair like that, you can see he's aroused. But he pays that no mind.
"I'm not making assumptions. Good sense of smell, remember? And this little human smells very interesting."
You go hot and cold at the same time. You'd kind of forgotten that lycans have sensitive noses. Which is a problem because you've kind of been lusting over the two hot men. You thought it was your secret.
"Oops," you say weakly.
"Think about it," Henry says, stepping away and taking the scent of his cologne with him.
You do think about it for the rest of the day. But you have a hard time thinking about much other than potential the evening holds. Henry looming over you with his hands on your hips, while Jared leaves hickeys on your neck and maybe even sinking his fangs in to taste your blood... When work ends, you trudge into the parking lot, still debating. Well, maybe not exactly debating, because you've changed in the bathroom out of your pants into a skirt you keep at work in case of any emergency.
It's been awhile since you wore something more feminine and it sends a thrill down your spine.
What do you have to lose by taking this chance? Nothing really.
You see Jared and Henry over by Henry's car, leaning against the side and talking. Jared has a cigarette between his lips and fumbles in the pocket of his coat for a lighter. You didn't know he smoked. You walk over, grinning.
"Were you two waiting for me?" You ask.
"Of course. I take it you're coming?" Henry says, raking his gaze over you and subconsciously licking his lips, something he does a lot when he's closer to his wolf side.
"Let's go!" You slide into the car, your heart pounding with excitement and a hint of nerves.
The three of you end up throwing the idea of takeout away when you see the traffic along Fifth Avenue and opt You had no idea Henry and Jared share an apartment but it's clean, furnished sparsely but tastefully with giant windows that look out over the city. Henry orders pizza and Jared comes out of his room, freshly showered, his blow-dried hair as fine as silk threads. You eat the pizza on the bed and watch a movie together. Henry makes hilarious comments every now and then and at one point Jared almost chokes as he laughs.
Halfway through you lose concentration because Henry has put a hand on your knee, tracing ticklish patterns. For a moment he says nothing and you wonder if he even realizes what he's doing. Until he turns to you. His eyes are golden warm, like hot glass drawn from a furnace.
"Is this okay?" He asks.
You don't say anything but simply part your legs a little, offering him more skin to touch. Thank god you changed into a skirt before you left work because it allows his fingers to tease up higher until they're brushing over your inner thighs. The sounds of the movie fade into the background, replaced by heavy breaths from Henry and a gasp or two from you.
Jared definitely noticed from the beginning but it takes awhile before he tucks himself against your side, running his fingers down on your arm.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He murmurs.
"I've never been this sure of anything," you reply. "Please."
Jared smiles, his lips and face flushed as his vampiric blood comes to life. He nudges your face towards his and bumps his nose against yours, his lips curving into a half smile as he stares at you. It's almost like he's dreamt of this too, but you're not going to ruin the moment by asking. You take the initiative and press a chaste kiss to his lips and end up gasping when Henry stops teasing and cups you over your panties.
Electricity surges through your veins as Jared takes advantage of your open mouth, tracing your lips with the tip of his tongue, kissing you deeper and humming in surprise when he finds the piercing in your tongue. A souvenir from your wild teenage days. You got that piercing at a party when you were drunk, in a musty shed with a light that flickered overhead. You made it home and fell asleep on the porch after throwing up in the flowers. The next morning you were grounded and then grounded twice when your parents discovered the piercing.
Recklessly days they were, with kisses and clumsy sex in the school bathroom. Nothing as good as this.
Henry pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. You break away from the kiss to look, wide-eyed. If you thought he was handsome before, this view takes the cake. Bronzed skin and rippling muscles. You reach out and stroke a hand down his powerful stomach and his hips surge towards you demandingly. You laugh, flattered, working at the button of his jeans. You only get that far when insecurity strikes.
"Do you guys really find me attractive?"
"I think this speaks for itself," Henry says, gripping his shaft through his pants with a moan.
"You're beautiful," Jared agrees, fingers teasing the edge of your shirt. "May I?"
You lift your arms and the shirt comes off. Next, your binder. You lie back and take a quiet breath, pressing your hands together nervously. It shouldn't feel like an inspection you have to pass but you've always been self conscious about your body.
"Pretty," Jared mumbles, his hazy red gaze fixed on you. "Can I touch you?"
"Yes," you whisper, your voice catching in a moan as his lips immediately wrap around your left nipple, trapping it with a teasing nip.
Henry's fingers tease at the hem of your skirt and you lift your hips for him to pull them off. He swoops them off with your panties. Your hands begin to shield you from their eyes but Jared hisses,
"No."
His eyes swim with crimson as he looms over you, his lips parted and fangs visible. He takes your hands, pressing them gently against the bed with one of his. Henry pushes legs apart and you cringe, squeezing your eyes shut. It's worse that way because you can't see their expressions. You can't see what they think of you.
You open your eyes to see Jared actually biting his lip as he looks you over. His free hand squeezes your hip. Your eyes flicker shut against your will, this time in pleasure as both Henry and Jared's lips descend on you. Your legs jerks in surprise as Henry nips his way between them, his growl is borderline primal as he takes in your scent.
"Fuck, you're wet already," he murmurs.
His tongue swipes over your lips and sensitive clit and you moan, clutching at Jared's arm as pleasure threatens to sweep you away. Every sensation seems magnified, your skin prickles with it.
"It's okay," Jared says through his own moans. "Let go, darling."
You need to touch something, to channel your own passion into someone else. Your hands are none too gentle as your blunt nails scrape against Jared's chest but he revels in it, pressing into your touch with a hiss.
"Take them off," you gasp, fumbling with his clothes.
He obeys, pulling his shirt off and revealing a body at the crux of humanity and vampirism. His veins are far more visible, a stunning purple-blue. His skin is cooler than yours which is a welcome contrast at the moment. He removes his pants, kicking them off so they land at the foot of the bed. His cock throbs enticingly and you reach out to take it, squirming closer so that you can press a kiss to the slick head.
That part of him is hot.
Jared whimpers, his hand threading through your hair and pulling you closer. It's hard to split your concentration between pleasuring Jared and chasing your own orgasm as Henry slides a finger into you, followed by another when you beg for it.
It doesn't take Jared long to cum as you swirl your tongue around him. Maybe he hasn't had this in a while. His hand tightens in your hair as his cum spurts into your mouth. You shudder as Henry's thick fingers press against you just right. You tremble against Jared as you climax, moaning against his cock.
"Fuck," Jared utters hoarsely.
You swallow and lick your lips, then then giggle.
"That was hot," you say breathlessly. "When was the last time you had sex?"
"Uh," he gulps, gaze fuzzy as he comes down from the high. "I don't remember."
"Far too long," Henry snarls. "He left me all keyed up."
"Aw, is my wolfie in need at attention?" Jared purrs and crawls over, pressing against Henry like a cat.
Henry huffs, sitting up between your legs, letting them splay over his thighs. "Don't call me that."
"But you are," Jared drawls, licking his neck. "You always are my little wolfie."
Henry grunts wordlessly as Jared sinks his fangs into his neck. A thin trail of potent blood trickles over his collar and down his pecs. Henry's hands have partially shifted, longer than before and tipped with claws. He shucks his pants off, claws ripping small holes in the fabric as he curses.
You watch in fascination as he shifts into his lycan form. His muscles bulge with terrible strength, stomach heaving as his large cock emerges from the furry sheath between his legs, dripping and an urgent shade of pink. Was it there before? You're not sure. Jared is no longer drinking from him but his teeth tease and nip at his skin as he reaches down and grips Henry's shaft.
Henry's ears flatten and he sneers at the wall, thrusting his hips forward against Jared's hand.
"Calm down," Jared whispers against his flattened ear. "We're here for you."
Henry whines, his hands flexing against the mattress like he wants to reach for you. You lie back against the pillows.
"Can he fuck me?" You plead, your eyes on his cock which dribbles precum over Jared's fingers.
"You need only ask," Jared smirks.
His hand, firm around Henry's cock, leads him forward. Henry seems to have grown larger all over. His furry body blocks out the ceiling light as he looms over you. At the first touch of your pussy against his tip, his hips surge forward, intent on burying all of him in you.
"Easy!" Jared barks, a little alarmed, but you reassure him.
"I can handle a little pain. I want to feel him inside me."
Jared can no longer hold Henry back and with your encouragement his cock plunges into you. You feel yourself stretching to accommodate him and wince at the pinch of pain. Jared settles on his side next to you, kissing whatever part of your body he can reach. Your forehead, jaw and lips. There's the bright tang of Henry's blood on his tongue and it only serves to arouse you further. He leans down to engulf your nipple, sucking hard against your skin.
Jared's hand skims over your stomach and teases against your clit, causing your hips to tilt, allowing Henry's cock to slide in even deeper. Henry looks feral now, claws flexing into the mattress, teeth snarling close to your face. The wild power of him makes you gasp but you trust him not to hurt you. Even in this state, he snarls your name through snapping teeth. He still knows who you are.
You arch your back as another orgasm trembles through you and clutch blindly at Henry's broad chest. Jared continues to rub you, drawing your orgasm out until your breath catches in your throat. You feel yourself stretching even more as the base of Henry's cock grows. He yips, fucking his length into you, forcing himself deeper until his knot pops into you and locks in place, limiting his thrusts to shorter jerks. His balls, hot and heavy, slap against your thighs.
His pace stutters and his muzzle comes closer. Jared seems to anticipate what he's going to do and holds his arm out. You shriek in surprise as Henry's teeth clamp down on his arm. A drop of blood drips onto your cheek.
"Oh my god!" You try to sit up, but Jared nudges you back down.
"It's alright, I'll be fine in a few minutes. I just thought it would be better if he didn't bite you. I can heal quickly but you can't." His voice is calm.
As Henry's breathing slows, the glow in his eyes recedes and he unlatches his jaw.
"Shit. Sorry man," he says, grimacing.
"It'll heal," Jared smirks. "But if you want to feel like you owe me, go ahead."
"How do you feel?" Henry looks down at you, brushing your hair back from your face.
"Full," you reply, wiggling your hips.
He's firmly locked in place. You're going to be stuck together for awhile. Henry carefully rolls onto his side, pulling you against his chest. Jared kisses both of you on the cheek and says,
"Now that I feel fully relaxed, I can get started on some of that paperwork I have left over."
"Don't you dare," Henry growls, lifting his head. "Jared!"
"Sleep, darlings. You need it." Triumphantly he strolls to the bathroom, running his fingers through his hair.
"I feel like he orchestrated this from the beginning," Henry grumbles.
"S'okay," you hum sleepily. "I liked it."
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July 8: Postcard
The corner of the postcard had been torn when it arrived, just a little nick, not enough to ruin the image of the ocean on the front or distort the message on the back.
Draco had read it so many times when it arrived in the mail yesterday that he didn't actually need to read the words now to know what it said. Tracing his fingers over the nick in the corner was enough to make him block out whatever Pansy was saying so he could replay the message in his mind.
Dear Draco,
It's so warm here! The sun and the ocean are amazing, and I think you'd love it.
Wish you were here. It's not too late to join me. (Waikiki Beach Resort, Room 13)
XO, Harry
But they didn't do things like that, right? He was just a convenience, just someone to warm Harry's bed on the cold nights. Surely he wasn't someone who Harry wanted to take on vacations with him. Surely he wasn't the type of person you wanted with you in the sun.
Still.
He'd gone through the trouble of sending a postcard. Harry'd taken the time to pick a postcard, write a message, and tell him it wasn't to late to come. That had to mean something, right?
"Draco," Pansy said, snapping a manicured finger at him. "Are you even listening to me?"
"No," he said frankly. "Sorry to cut lunch short," he said as he rose from the table and dropped a kiss to her cheek, "I've got somewhere I need to be."
He didn't wait for a response, didn't even let himself pack a bag, he just went straight to the international portkey office and got a portkey that left five minutes later.
When he arrived, it wasn't hard to find the hotel, or Harry's room with a gorgeous view of the ocean front. And he was so thrilled by the idea that Harry might want him there too, that it wasn't even hard for him to knock on the door or wait impatiently for him to answer.
What he somehow hadn't been expecting was that Harry would answer the door in his bathrobe, with a gorgeous man standing behind him.
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"Draco!" Harry said, his entire face lighting up like he was delighted that Draco was here in spite of the fact that he was covered only by a flimsy terrycloth robe and there was a strong, handsome man standing behind him.
"Sorry," he said, interrupting whatever Harry might have been about to say and taking a step back from the door. "I didn't realize that you'd have company. I didn't mean to interrupt-" He broke off and turned away, taking off toward the beach, ignoring Harry shouting after him.
He didn't know what he'd been thinking, he was such an idiot.
Strong arms caught him from behind and pulled him around.
"Listen to me," Harry said.
He shook his head, fighting tears, "It's fine," he said. "We're just friends with benefits. You don't have to explain, I should have said I was coming. I shouldn't have come at all. It's okay-"
"Listen to me," Harry repeated softly, cupping Draco's cheek. "That was Matt," he said.
"I don't care-"
"He's a masseuse," he rushed on. "I was just having a massage. He's not," he broke off. "He wasn't what you seem to think he was."
"Oh," he whispered.
Harry huffed a laugh and pressed a tentative kiss to Draco's cheek, "You're not just a fling to me. We aren't just friends with benefits," he added, "Not to me."
"Oh."
One of Harry's hands slipped around Draco's back and pulled him in a little closer, "I really like you."
His eyes fluttered shut at the words, "Oh," he breathed.
He could hear the smile in Harry's voice when he added, "I'm glad you're here."
"Me too," he whispered, melting a bit into Harry's body, and resting his forehead on Harry's shoulder.
"I want to hold you-"
"I want that too."
"-but I'm wearing nothing but a bathrobe," he finished.
Draco's eyes snapped open and he looked at the other man, to see that he was indeed wearing nothing else. "We should probably get you back to your room."
He laughed, "Probably."
By the time they got back to the room, Matt had left, and Harry seemed more than content to spend the rest of the weekend with just Draco.
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Between Before and After
Between Before and After
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by WanderlustWitch
Esquire Hermione Granger is in desperate need of some self-care. Unfortunately and unexpectedly, it comes at the hands of a masseuse by the name of Draco Malfoy. After an explosive fight and an apology via literature, Draco and Hermione come to an agreement: free experimental massages in exchange for Hermione acting as Draco's guinea pig. As they spend time together, they begin to drop their walls and realise that perhaps their relationship need not be solely transactional. Enter meddling friends, a mother's misguided attempt to help, and a once-bitter rivalry turned into something soft and tender.
Words: 11462, Chapters: 5/27, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Narcissa Malfoy, Marcus Flint, Lucius Malfoy, Original House-Elf Character(s), Original Female Character(s)
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Masseuse Draco Malfoy, Lawyer Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Bashing, Past Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Smut, No massive drama, Our idiots fall in love, Past Domestic Violence, Improper Use of Signet Ring, Rivals to Lovers, Malfoy Learns about Muggle Things, Explicit Sexual Content, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, House-Elf Rights (Harry Potter), Lucius Malfoy Being an Asshole, Legilimency, Oral Sex, Mostly Fluff, Office Sex, The Slytherins are making bets on love, handjobs, More tags to come as I think of them, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, some POV Harry Potter, some POV Blaise and Theo
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These are all the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in August 2022. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 in August including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!
Fanfictional Podcast #41 | ko-fi | fic recs
-Larry -
🍃 Mind of Stone by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose
(M, 41k, mythology au, so much to love about this one!) He needs to find a way back home, and then figure out what the fuck happened at the bar tonight.
🍃 All My Roads Lead to You by @dandelionfairies
(M, 41k, undercover au, great plot!) Harry’s stuck in a life he didn’t choose after leaving home at eighteen. Bartending and running drugs were never on his list.
🍃 As You Wish by @kingsofeverything
(E, 25k, genie au, this was such an adventure!) Harry wished Louis free, and life hasn’t been the same since.
🍃 Close Enough to Touch by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf
(M, 11k, tour au, loved the evolution of their relationship) Louis definitely did not need a masseuse on tour. Not even if that masseuse turned out to be gorgeous, kind, and lovely.
🍃 I Want All Your Saturday Nights by @homosociallyyours
(T, 10k, girl direction, omg so cute with great wish fulfillment) When Louis Tomlinson is announced as the host and musical guest for an upcoming episode of SNL, cast member and writer Harry Styles is prepared to have to hide her longtime crush from her favorite artist.
🍃 Wild As You by bluegreenish / @greenbluish
(M, 9k, country au, this was so beautifully written wow) a story about how Harry figures out whether the ideal of a house with a white picket fence in the suburbs of a medium-sized city is what he wants, or whether Louis' sheep ranch is the home his heart really desires.
🍃Will Death Be Our Last Kiss, My Love? by @fallinglikethis
(M, 6k, Potter Direction, love this story line!) As a half-veela, Louis has always had a past full of romantic turmoil. But his past comes back to bite him fully on the ass when a case falls into the lap of fellow aurors, Niall and Liam.
🍃 Where I'm Meant To Be by Halos_Boat / @halohamilton
(E, 6k, alpha/alpha, oof the angst hurt just right) When Louis helps Harry out with his rut so he can get it done in time for his exam, they're forced to face feelings they were habouring for a while.
🍃 Close Our Eyes (Pretend We're Miles Away) by @haztobegood
(E, 5k, girl direction, check tags but damn this was good) Louis and Harry have been on the run for a day and a half now. It’s a hard situation to be in, and they’ve been trying to cope the best they can since their relaxing girls’ weekend at a rented cabin turned into a living nightmare.
🍃 accept it, my love (you're mine) by skipper / @skipperxao3
(T, 4k, historical au, loved this soulmate concept!) the 1920's fic in which Louis Tomlinson, a successful architect, gives up drawing buildings to fall in love with the homeless boy who’s captured his heart.
🍃 Cannibalism Love Story by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup
(G, 2k, kid fic, amazing...just amazing. I have no other words I am in shock) It’s a hot summer day and Louis wants nothing more than to lay on the floor and do nothing. Instead he’s with the twins at the science museum.
🍃 SEX 20mg by @jaerie
(E, 2k, sex pollen au, omg this was so hot) Louis swipes some edibles from Niall and smuggles them with him on a trip to Vegas. After a wild night with his ex-roommate, he realizes they weren't the kind of edibles he was expecting.
🍃 Zoey by @wabadabadaba
(G, 2k, cat fic, oh my god this is a dream fic I'm in love with it) Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.
🍃 Fractured Moonlight by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose
(M, 1k, dark au, oh my goddd what a great stand alone fic but also love that you can read the sequel) Louis huffs because he doesn’t want to deal with this. “Listen, I appreciate your concern.” He doesn’t. “But it’s not your duty to look after the sad man at the bar. Okay?”
🍃 heart meet break by safetyfilm / @larrieblr
(NR, 1k, character study, heartbreaking but hopeful) a skinny twenty-something on the middle of the rug, a hot phone pressed to a cheek so tear-stained it might cause an electrical shock.
🍃 Tears on Paper by Lhhome / @lh-home
(G, 228 words, poem, so many feelings help)
Harry
Who wasn’t
supposed to see
-Rare Pairs-
🍃 Make It Up As We Go Along by @lululawrence
(NR, 52k, OT5, omegaverse, loved every moment of chaos!) When a baby is left on their doorstep, their lives become the definition of chaos...but maybe that is exactly what they need to see what has been right in front of them all along.
🍃 Doin' Somethin' Right by @laynefaire
(E, 5k, Zayn/Liam, future canon, so lovely) While Liam craved the bright lights and excitement of being on the road, Zayn has eschewed his prior fame, instead choosing a life of relative obscurity as the owner of a vineyard and bed and breakfast in Dauphin County, Pennsylvania.
#28th appreciation#1dficvillage#tracksintheam#trackinghome#1dsource#ficrec#laynefaire#lululawrence#larrieblr#daggerandrose#kingsofeverything#wabadabadaba#jaerie#londonfoginacup#louandhazaf#haztobegood#skipperxao3#halohamilton#fallinglikethis#homosociallyyours#greenbluish#dandelionfairies
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Just A Little Taste*
pairing: masseuse harry x reader
warnings: smut, oral(female receiving), swearing
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Walking into the front door of the massage parlour, YN is greeted by the smell of flowers and essential oils as she proceeds further into the building. Everything around her is white and organized, not a single thing stained or out of place. She’s a little afraid to walk on the clean, shiny floor, not wanting to scuff it up or get it dirty.
Her hands are shaky with nerves as she makes her way to the front desk to see where she needs to go. The older woman, whose name tag reads Jessica, greets her with a bright smile.
“Hello, welcome! What can I do for you today?” she asks, her white manicured nails tapping against the counter lightly to the rhythm of some sort of elevator music that is playing in the lobby.
“Hi, I have an appointment for 2:30. My name is YN YLN,” she greets back, wringing her hands together as she awaits further instruction.
Jessica nods and turns to her computer, typing away until she nods and hums in recognition. “Alright, I see you on the list. I’m going to go ahead and get you checked in and then you can take a seat over there on one of our couches. Someone will be out very shortly to escort you, and I hope you enjoy your time,” she explains, YN thanking her with a smile before walking away.
She takes a seat on the empty couch, and it’s so soft she could fall asleep right then and there. Trying to stay awake, she decides to grab a magazine from the large stack beside her. Getting the first one, she opens it up, seeing that the main article is about chakras and the importance of female orgasms. Her entire neck and face heat up, but she’s unable to put it down, genuinely intrigued by the words on the page.
There are masturbation tips, best sex positions for orgasm, and even sex you coupons. She takes one out and slips it into her purse, ready to put it to good use later. Not long afterwards, a woman steps out from a hallway and heads over to her with a blinding, gorgeous smile on her face.
“Hello, YN. I’m Emma, and I’ll be escorting you to your private room if that’s alright with you,” she says, and YN is greeting her before gathering her belongings and standing up to follow the energetic woman.
The two make polite conversation as they walk down a long white hallway lined with rooms until they get to the very end, into a room that looks like a fancy suite.
On the way into the room, her steps falter as she reads the name on the door. ‘Harry Styles’. There’s no way she booked a man, is there? Thinking back to what she booked, she hangs her head in frustration as she realizes it said ‘H. Styles’.
Interrupting her thoughts, Emma gives her another bright smile. “Well, this is it. All you have to do is undress completely and place the towel over your backside. Mr. Styles should be in shortly, I hope you enjoy,” she exclaims, leaving behind one last blinding smile before she’s leaving and giving YN the privacy she needs. A sigh leaves her lips as the door clicks shut.
This can’t be real life she thinks as she undresses shakily, grabbing the soft towel from the table and lying down on it, placing it over her body.
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YN is lying face down on the massage table in the freezing cold room, shivering with just a fluffy white towel covering her backend. Nerves fill her body with each inhale, her heart hammering inside her chest.
As she tries to calm herself down, she runs her fingers over the leather of the table, the slight scratching acting as a distraction. She’s especially nervous because she’s never gotten a full body deep tissue massage, and the fact that she’d accidentally booked a male was plaguing her mind. She decides to close her eyes and relax against the table, trying to clear her mind.
No later than a minute after she closes her eyes, her body tensing up once more as she hears the door slide open and her nose is filled with the scent of cologne. It isn’t too strong, but it isn’t too faint either. The scent makes her body visibly relax, and she hears a deep chuckle from across the room.
“Y’like the cologne, eh?” the smooth voice speaks from behind her. YN literally almost moans out loud at the deep timbre, his accent mixed with the cologne making her head spin. She nods against the table and subtly -or so she thinks- squeezes her thighs together, trying to prevent a lot of wetness from forming between them. It’s pathetic, really, how she’s instantly at this man’s mercy and she hasn’t even seen his fucking face.
What she doesn’t know is that Harry was floored the second he entered the room and saw her lying there. He doesn’t know what it is about her, but there’s something so enthralling that makes him unable to take his eyes off of her. And when he saw her clench her thighs together at his voice, it stroked his ego so well and he had to refrain from pounding her into the table right then and there.
He walks around to the end of the table, his eyes on the swell of her ass. Heat bubbles deep in his belly as he sees that she doesn’t have the towel on correctly, giving him a glimpse of her bare ass and vagina.
Before he makes a decision he’s going to regret, he plucks the towel down a bit to cover her up and clears his throat.
“So, I’m Harry, and I’ll be your masseuse today. What brings you in, darling?” he asks, preparing his cart with all of his oil.
YN’s eyes nearly roll back into her head at the pet name, words escaping her for a moment before she’s finally processing his words.
“Well, um, I’ve been really stressed lately, and tense all over. My friend could tell I was having a rough time, so she suggested I go and get a massage, so that’s how I ended up here,” she responds shakily, trying to keep her voice level.
“Ah, I see,” he hums, popping the cap on the oil. “Are there any places you want me to focus on specifically? I’m going to work on all of the tense places I can feel, but if you feel that there are any places that need special attention, just let me know now,” he speaks, pouring some of the slightly warm liquid into his hand.
“The only places that have been bothering me are my lower back and my thighs,” she responds and Harry nods even though she can’t see him, rubbing his hands together.
“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. Is it okay for me to start?” he questions, and she nods her head. “I need your words, darling. Consent is key,” he teases.
“Yes, you can start. Sorry,” she corrects herself, embarrassment flooding her mind.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing his hands into her lower back and massaging there. The combination of his praise and his fingers have her moaning out loud, her body relaxing. “Y’like that, hm? I bet, it’s real tense right in here,” he grunts, digging in a bit harder.
He takes his time and works out each knot in her lower back, seeing her relax with each press of his fingers. When he’s done, he moves to the centre of her back, repeating his actions.
“You’re so tense,” he says, rubbing out each knot in the centre of her back before doing her neck and shoulders, ready to move down to her thighs.
Getting a bit more oil, he rubs it in before moving down further, placing his hands on her thighs and starting to rub gently. By the time he’s done, he doesn’t even need to squint his eyes to see the wetness glistening i’m front of him.
“I’m also sensing some tension right in here,” he murmurs, lightly rubbing over her ass. “Is it okay if I continue?” he asks, getting permission from her.
He spreads her ass cheeks open a bit to get some oil all over, a moan bubbling in his chest as the action separates her folds, a string of wetness connecting them. All he wants to do is lick between them, just a little taste. And he, not being one to shy away from an opportunity, asks her if he can.
“Can I taste you?” he asks bluntly, hearing a gasp leave her lips.
“I’m sorry?” she asks, taken aback by his words. There’s no way he just said that, right? To her?
“You’re so fucking gorgeous and I’d really like to eat y’pussy. If that’s okay with you, of course,” he answers, letting go of her ass cheeks and letting them fall back together.
A moan leaves her lips at how blunt he is, nodding her head. “Fuck, please do,” she answers, and he wastes absolutely no time before he’s spreading her ass cheeks once more and diving in. He licks a bold stripe up her dripping folds, moaning at the taste of her. Her puckered hole is right in front of his face, but he leaves it alone, not knowing if she’s comfortable with that.
Pulling away, he licks his lips as he basks in the taste of her on his face. His cock is rock hard and he’s give anything to fuck her, but he needs her to cum first.
“Can you get on y’back for me, please?” he rasps, desperate to see all of her. She nods and flips over, and Harry’s cock is twitching violently and leaking precum at the sight of her perfect breasts, and her legs open wide, waiting for him. Trailing his eyes down further, his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he sees a bit of hair residing on her pubic area, and he can’t resist reaching up to touch the coarse hair.
He wants so badly to see his cum paint the little hairs white, but that’ll have to wait for another time. Getting into position, he places her legs on his shoulders before instantly mouthing at her again, sucking gently on her clit. Her whines and moans spur him on, and when she starts to grind against his face, he looks up her body to watch her movements.
Seeing her hands playing with her nipples, he shakes his head against her slightly before reaching upward and moving them out of the way, taking over. He pinches them lightly between his fingers, tweaking them slightly. The action mixed with his mouth working wonders between her legs as her back arching and her hands holding onto either side of the table, her grip tight.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum,” she warns, her voice getting higher in pitch with each swipe of his tongue. He groans into her at her words, hoping it’ll get her there faster, and it does. At the feeling of his voice vibrating through her body, she’s tensing up and her orgasm is flooding his mouth. He drinks down ever drop, savouring the taste of her. When she whimpers in overstimulation, he’s pulling back slowly and hesitantly, still wanting to taste her.
He rubs up and down her bare sides, helping her come down from her orgasm with his gentle touch. The second she comes down, she’s letting out a breathy laugh, making Harry look at her in confusion.
“If I get treated like that every time, I’ll definitely be coming back soon,” she explains, making Harry let out a loud belly laugh at her adorableness.
“You will, just ask for Harry when you book the appointment,” he says cheekily, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. She deepens it before she’s whimpering against his lips at the taste of herself. She grinds against her gently and bites down onto her lip, but not hard enough to hurt.
Pulling away, YN reaches for the waistband of his pants, looking to him for permission.
~
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solace-2* (famous!harry x masseuse!y/n)
summary: part 2 to this (tq for 1k notes!)
words: 5.2k+
warnings: fluff- so much of it. smut. p in v sex, sex in different positions, creampie, kissing, dirty talk.
Harry didn't reveal the full truth about the Italian coordinates tattooed on his hip. Instead, he simply smiled and changed the subject whenever Y/N tried to probe further about their meaning.
Y/N tried to shake off her nagging doubts about it too, but the sight of those precise geographic coordinates seemed to bore into her mind. She knew her boyfriend too well - he never did anything without intention or deeper meaning.
Over the next few days, she found herself scouring Harry's personal effects any time he left the room, searching for any other clues about what he could be hiding. Paranoid or not, she had to get to the bottom of this mystery.
Harry's laptop was password protected, as were his phones and tablets. Y/N briefly felt a pang of guilt going through his devices behind his back like this, but the need to uncover the truth overrode her hesitation. She tried every important date, nickname, and phrase she could think of based on their years together, but nothing seemed to crack his codes.
In his planner and calendar apps, she found no unusual appointments or Travel arrangements corresponding to those Italian coordinates. Harry's work schedule was booked solid for the next few months with the usual recording sessions, interviews, and meet-and-greets.
Rifling through his desk drawers, closets, and travel bags yielded no other obvious clues either. Just the typical miscellany of everyday life - old ticket stubs, charging cables, a modest collection of simple jewelry he favored.
The more Y/N searched fruitlessly for answers, the more unsettled she became. Just what kind of explosive secret could Harry be keeping from her, going to such lengths to conceal it?
Harry, for his part, seemed to be going out of his way to be extra attentive and loving towards Y/N over those days. Bouquets of her favorite flowers in full bloom arrived for no reason. He suggested romantic home-cooked meals filled with all her most beloved comfort foods. At night, he initiated lovemaking with an almost frantic passion, settling between her thighs and worshipping every inch of her body like a man desperate and touch-starved.
"You know you're everything to me, don't you,dove?" He would pant against her sweat-slicked skin, emerald eyes burning with an intensity that simultaneously set her ablaze and lodged a kernel of anxiety in her chest. "You're my whole bloody world and then some."
It was like he could sense her pulling away on some subconscious level and was determined to overwhelm her with affection and reminders of their connection, reeling her back in before she could drift any farther. The more Y/N felt herself falling under the intoxicating spell of Harry's doting lover persona, the more unshakeable her doubts became.
What was he fighting so hard to distract her from? And more importantly, could their relationship withstand whatever seismic truth he was keeping from her?
***
A week later, Harry said he had an important audition for a new movie role. He needed to fly to Milan for a few days. As Harry packed his bag, Y/N felt that gnawing doubt and curiosity come back.
The moment Harry left for the airport, Y/N opened her laptop. She searched for the coordinates from his tattoo. The coordinates pointed to a small town called Bappino near Florence in the heart of Tuscany's wine country. More specifically, they pinpointed a large villa estate surrounded by vineyards and olive groves.
Y/N stared at the beautiful scenery on her screen. Her mind was spinning. Could this Italian villa be what Harry inherited from his family, like he had started hinting before changing the subject? If so, why all the secrecy and obvious desire to surprise her?
Y/N's thoughts kept circling as the days went by with no word from Harry about when he would return from his "audition" in Milan. She tried not to read too much into his silence, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something big was happening behind the scenes.
Five days after Harry left, Y/N woke up in the middle of the night. Her sheets were tangled and her chest felt tight. In the quiet flat, she could no longer ignore the persistent urge to take action and find out the truth about that location.
It was impulsive, maybe even crazy, but Y/N made up her mind. If Harry was truly keeping a surprise about this Italian villa from her, then she was going to travel there herself and uncover the truth firsthand. No more waiting in suspense for him to tell her.
Within a few hours, Y/N had booked a flight to Florence and packed a small bag. She didn't bother leaving Harry a note about her spontaneous trip. After all his secrecy, he didn't deserve that courtesy right now.
The long flight passed in a blur of nervous anticipation and fitful napping. As Y/N's plane began descending towards the rural airstrip near the villa's coordinates, her heart pounded in her throat.
What if she was flying all this way just to satisfy her own fanciful assumptions, only to find some reasonable explanation? Or worse, what if Harry's surprise was something she hadn't braced herself for at all?
The small rental car agency in the village center of Bappino was empty when Y/N's taxi dropped her off. Within twenty minutes, she had the keys to a sleek black Fiat.
Y/N checked the GPS for the coordinates to the villa. The dusty backroads leading into the hills were quiet. Cypress trees and grapevine trellises lined the roads. Y/N watched out the window, trying to stay calm. She was used to the noise and crowds of London, not this peaceful scenery.
When the villa's gates finally appeared around the next bend, Y/N felt like she couldn't breathe. The estate was even more beautiful than the photos - with terracotta roofs, ivy-covered walls, and elegant arches. It looked like a Renaissance painting.
Y/N pulled up to the tall iron gates feeling nervous. Her hands shook on the steering wheel. What if this villa was the surprise Harry had been keeping secret? How could she just show up unannounced?
Just then, an older woman in a flower-print dress came out of a side door. She squinted at Y/N's idling car, like she was expecting someone.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N got out and approached the gates on shaky legs. Up close, the woman seemed friendly despite her stern look. She smiled warmly and used an old key to let Y/N inside.
"Welcome, miss!" the woman said in English with an accent. "We've been awaiting you. Welcome to Villa Arca del Cielo."
Y/N blinked in surprise at the warm welcome. "There must be some mistake," she stammered. "I'm actually more of a...surprise visitor myself."
The woman studied Y/N carefully for a moment before nodding.
"Of course, of course," she replied pleasantly. "We've prepared everything for your arrival. Leave your car and follow me, dear."
Though still utterly confused, Y/N did as she was told. The woman led her through stunning gardens filled with bright blooms and cozy benches along the winding paths.
Eventually they reached a spacious courtyard centered around a bubbling stone fountain. Y/N's breath caught when she spotted the man lounging casually on the fountain's edge.
"Harry?" she gasped before thinking.
He looked like a living Renaissance statue - handsome in linen and tailored clothes. Harry's green eyes found Y/N's, shining with some unreadable emotion.
"Why hello there, darling," he purred in that deep, velvety voice she loved. Rising smoothly to his feet, his lopsided smirk made butterflies flutter in her stomach. "Fancy meeting you here of all places."
Y/N opened and closed her mouth, a million questions spinning in her mind. But before she could speak, Harry was crossing the courtyard towards her. In one fluid motion, he dropped down on one knee and pulled out a small black box...
Y/N felt like her heart stopped as Harry opened the little black box. Inside was the most beautiful diamond ring she had ever seen.
"Harry...what are you doing?" she gasped, barely able to speak.
Harry looked up at her with those bright green eyes and gave her that lopsided smile that always made her knees weak.
"I'm doing something I should have done ages ago, my love," he said in that deep, rumbly voice. "I'm asking you to marry me. Will you be my wife?"
Y/N's hand flew up to cover her mouth as she let out a shocked little cry. She couldn't believe this was happening! She thought for sure Harry must be hiding some huge secret. But instead, he had planned this incredibly romantic surprise proposal!
"You...you want to marry me?" Y/N finally managed to say. "Here at this incredible place?"
Harry's smile stretched even wider across his handsome face. He gave a small chuckle and shook his head happily.
"Yes, darling. More than anything, I want you to be my wife," he said sincerely. "And what better place than my family's historic villa? This estate has been passed down for generations upon generations."
He swept his free hand out, gesturing to the beautiful terracotta buildings, lush gardens, and rolling vineyards all around them.
"When I received word that I had inherited the villa, I knew immediately this was where I wanted us to start our lives together. This place is filled with so much love and tradition. The perfect fresh start for our new adventure."
Tears blurred Y/N's vision as she stared down at the man she adored. She felt silly for doubting him, even for a moment. His pure heart and romantic spirit shone through in this amazingly thoughtful proposal.
"So what do you say, my love?" Harry gave the ring box a little shake with a wink. "Make me the happiest man in the world and marry me? We can build our happily ever after together right here in this paradise."
A joyful giggle burst out of Y/N's chest. She launched herself at Harry, sending them both tumbling onto the soft grass in a tangle of limbs. She peppered his face with kisses, cradling it in her hands.
"Yes! Yes, a million times yes!" she exclaimed between delighted laughs. "I can't think of anything I want more than to be your wife!"
Suddenly a cheer went up around them. Y/N looked up in surprise to see the courtyard was now filled with a small crowd of smiling people - couples, families with children, and elderly folks. These must be Harry's relatives from nearby, brought in to secretly witness this magical proposal.
Harry easily regained his feet, pulling Y/N up into his strong embrace. He slid the dazzling diamond onto her trembling finger as the crowd burst into applause again. Someone popped open a bottle of crisp white wine from the villa's own vineyards and began passing out glasses.
As the well-wishers surged forward to hug and congratulate the beaming couple, Y/N pressed herself against Harry's side. She gazed up at her new fiancé with eyes shining with love and happy tears.
"You brilliant, wonderful, maddening man," she said through her megawatt smile. "You really had me going there for a while with all your secretive ways!"
Harry's deep laugh rumbled against her cheek as he kissed the top of her head. "What can I say? I do love a good dramatic surprise," he drawled unrepentantly. "But I promise, from here on out, no more secrets between us. Just you and me, partners for life, building our forever in this little slice of paradise."
Y/N felt her heart swell to overflowing with love and joy as Harry pulled her close to sway among their joyfully celebrating new family. Whatever surprises the future still held, she knew they would face them side-by-side, heart-to-heart. This enchanting Tuscan villa was now their eternal home - an oasis of beauty, heritage, and boundless devotion between two soulmates. And really, what more could anyone want than that?
***
It was Harry's big wedding day and he was super nervous. He was getting ready in one of the fancy rooms at the beautiful Italian villa where the wedding was happening.
"I can't bloody well do this," Harry groaned, struggling with his bowtie. "What was I thinking, putting all this together?"
His best friend Niall gave him a look through the mirror they were standing in front of. "Don't start getting cold feet on me now, mate. You've been dreaming of this day forever!"
Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It was the morning of his wedding to the love of his life, Y/N. After he surprised her with his proposal a few months ago at his family's villa in Italy, they quickly started planning an intimate but fancy ceremony right there in the villa's pretty gardens.
Now as Harry stood there in his perfect tuxedo, he felt really anxious bubbling up inside. What if something went wrong? What if he messed up his vows or the weather turned bad suddenly?
"It's not the marriage part that's scaring me," he tried to explain to Niall, sitting down on the old couch. "I've never been more sure of anything than wanting Y/N as my wife. It's all this..." He waved his hand around at the luxurious room.
"This huge romantic, over-the-top destination wedding at a historic Italian villa. With all the family flying in from everywhere and the crazy timing to coordinate, it all feels a bit...overwhelming."
Niall raised an eyebrow at his lifelong friend. "And whose genius idea was it to have your wedding at this place again?" he said flatly.
Harry smiled a little, knowing Niall was right. He'd admitted before that he could be quite dramatic, especially when it came to being romantic with Y/N. But part of him worried that Y/N might think this whole destination wedding was too much or too showy.
"I just want everything to be perfectly perfect today, you know?" he sighed, running his hands through his styled hair. "Especially for her. Y/N deserves to have the most magical dream wedding after everything we've been through."
Just then, the door burst open and Harry's sister Gemma came in, looking beautiful in her robe with her hair and makeup done. She gave Harry a look, hands on her hips.
"There you are, worrying over nothing as usual!" Gemma fussed, pulling Harry's fidgeting hands away from his hair. "Honestly, H, with all this huge production you've planned, someone would have to be crazy to doubt how much you adore that girl."
Harry felt himself relax a little at his sister's gentle teasing. Gemma always knew how to put things simply and lovingly. He made a face at Niall, who snorted with amusement.
"Alright, alright, you've made your point, Gem," he said with a little laugh, kissing her cheek. "I'm just going to take a few minutes to myself to get centered, yeah?"
Gemma nodded briskly and shooed Niall out so Harry could have some privacy. Her warm eyes shone with real affection as she gave Harry's arm a reassuring squeeze.
"We both know today is going to be one for the books, love. Just focus on that feeling of pure joy when you see your bride walking down the aisle and everything else will fall into place. I believe in you."
Then Harry was blessedly alone with his whirling thoughts. He went over to the windows, breathing in the fresh spring air from Tuscany while trying to focus his energy. Gemma was right - none of the little details mattered in the big picture. The only important thing was honoring his everlasting love for the extraordinary woman he loved more than life itself.
Straightening up with renewed determination, Harry glanced at his reflection one last time before heading out to take his place. He was about to marry his soulmate in the place they would start their new life together, surrounded by their most cherished people. What could possibly be more magical than that?
Y/N could barely breathe when she saw the breathtaking wonderland that had been created for her wedding in the villa's garden. What was once a normal pretty garden had been totally transformed into something from a fairytale.
Everywhere she looked, there were vibrant splashes of jewel-toned flowers beautifully arranged into lush garlands, bouquets, or delicate sprigs woven into the soaring archway where she and Harry would exchange vows. The warm evening air was filled with the mingled sweet fragrances of peonies, roses, freesia, and sweet pea blossoms that drifted on each gentle breeze.
Overhead, thousands of twinkling lights were suspended amongst gauzy fabric and greenery stretched across the entire garden. As the golden Tuscan sunset faded into dusk, the effect was like being surrounded by a shimmering canopy of fairy lights and stars.
"Y/N, sweetheart, are you ready?"
The familiar gentle voice of her mother came through Y/N's dreamy haze and she turned, fresh tears pricking her eyes. Her mum looked impossibly elegant in her sleek champagne gown, eyes shining with barely contained emotion as she took in her only daughter.
"Oh Mum..." Y/N choked out, feeling a rush of euphoria and disbelief that this day had finally arrived. "I don't think I'll ever be ready enough for the honor of marrying someone like Harry."
Moving carefully so as not to disturb the delicate lace and tulle of her wedding dress, Y/N hugged her mother tightly and allowed herself a quiet moment to simply bask in the surreal joy. She had spent years picturing this day in her mind, imagining every possible detail down to her shoes and makeup. Yet now that it was really happening, she felt even more awestruck and humbled.
A gentle knock came and Y/N's dad was there, looking so handsome and proud in his suit. He cleared his throat roughly, but his watery smile gave away how sentimental he felt.
"Sorry to interrupt, but...it's just about time, petal." His warm fatherly gaze took in every inch of her bridal look - from the shimmering crystal-embellished bodice to the delicate beaded sleeves and sweeping skirt fanning out around her. "You look...well, I've never seen anything more beautiful in all my life."
Y/N hastily wiped beneath her eyes, careful not to smear her makeup. Not that it truly mattered, of course. She would happily embrace any imperfections if it meant getting to marry her other half at last.
"Shall we, then?" she managed to say, linking her arms through her parents' and falling into step with them.
The walk down the villa's arched galleries leading to the main gardens felt both endless yet over in a blink. Y/N focused on drawing deep, calming breaths as she absorbed every sublime detail - the glow of the ornate lanterns, heady jasmine fragrance, and cheerful chirping of crickets.
Finally, she rounded the last archway and her gaze was instantly drawn to the man she had chosen to walk life's path alongside from this day forward.
Harry.
He was standing beneath the towering archway covered in flowers, hands clasped loosely in front of him, full of nervous energy. For a single heartbeat, their eyes met and locked - shimmering forest green and sparkling hazel exchanging entire paragraphs of adoration, promise, and reverence in one penetrating look.
In that crystalline moment when their eyes met, everything else fell away. The decorations, the assembled guests watching, even the balmy Tuscan evening - it all faded. All that existed was Harry's reverent, loving gaze drinking her in like she was the most precious gift he'd ever received. A look that spoke straight to Y/N's soul, whispering 'you are my forever' without a single word.
As she glided down the petal-strewn aisle on her fathers' arms, Y/N took in every delicious detail of how heart-stoppingly handsome her groom looked. His polished boots shone, his tuxedo hugging his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly. The subtle patterns of his trousers and ivory vest added a dapper touch.
But it was Harry's soft, glowing expression that made Y/N weak - those bright green eyes sparkling with happy tears, pink lips curved in a radiant smile, cherub curls framing his chiseled jaw. In that moment, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
Y/N barely registered her parents passing her to Harry's waiting hands under the arch, or the hushed scrape of the officiant clearing their throat to begin the ceremony. She and Harry simply stood transfixed, holding each other's gazes as the familiar words of the marriage rite washed over them.
Harry was the first to break the reverent trance when it was time for them to exchange their vows. He took a deep, steadying breath and squeezed Y/N's hands in his large, ring-warmed grasp.
"My darling Y/N, I knew from the very first moment you walked into that massage room that you were someone really special, sent just for me. Do you remember how nervous and shy I got just looking at your beautiful face? I tried acting all cool and confident like I usually do, but you saw right through that act." He gave a little laugh.
"You looked me straight in the eyes and said 'Cut it out mister, just be yourself. That's what I want to get to know.' And that moment changed everything for me. As your strong but gentle hands started rubbing out my muscle knots, it was like you were untying the knots around my heart too. You made me feel free just to be my real, imperfect self with you, no need to pretend."
Harry took a deep breath. "Our life together hasn't been perfect, babe. We've been through a lot of hard stuff that nobody should have to deal with. But through it all, you've been my one constant. My guiding light when I'm lost, my warmth and sunshine after the darkest days."
Tears shone in his eyes. "You are my true home and safe place, Y/N. Where I can always find love, laughter, and acceptance, no matter how beat up I am. Choosing to spend forever with your beautiful spirit is the greatest gift I could ever get."
He squeezed her hands tightly. "So on our wedding day, surrounded by everyone we love most, I vow to cherish you, my endlessly patient and loving wife, through every happiness and struggle life brings. I'll always be your safe harbor to come back to. This is my sacred promise to you, my soulmate."
Y/N had to blink back happy tears as she squeezed Harry's hands. "My dearest Harry, my whole life changed that day you walked into my massage room too. You came in acting all charming and cocky with your messy curls and those gorgeous green bedroom eyes." She grinned at him.
"But I could see right away I wanted to know the real you, not just some act. And that's when you truly captivated me - by wearing your heart wide open and feeling every emotion so deeply. Your childlike wonder at small joys, your kindness to all living things, your ability to empathize...that's when I knew you were someone who could break through all my walls."
Her chest felt ready to burst with love as she gazed at him. "This man standing before me is the rarest gem. You're boundlessly talented and creative, yes, but also so humble - using your art to uplift people and shine light into the darkness. Over the years you've uncovered the most beautiful soul, and I'm so honored to nurture that forever."
Y/N took a shuddering breath. "You are my safe haven too, my love. The place where I can let all my vulnerabilities show without fear, knowing you'll protect my fragile pieces as fiercely as I protect yours."
She raised their joined hands and kissed his knuckles gently. "So here, in our new beginning place, I vow to spend the rest of my days delighting in your spirit's brilliance. I'll nurture and endlessly celebrate your exquisite soul. Walking peacefully beside you is the greatest privilege imaginable. I'll make sure you never forget that."
***
His mouth was crashing over hers in a searing, all-consuming kiss that brooked no argument. Y/N melted into the hard planes of his body with a shameless moan, all thoughts of their reception and revelling guests evaporating like rain on desert sands.
They barely made it to the longue before articles of clothing began puddling at their feet in reckless abandon. All that existed for Harry and Y/N in that breathless, eternity was finally, surrendering to the long-anticipated unionn they had fought for.
"Tell me what you want, love," Harry husked into the heated space between their mouths. "Want to give you everything."
Y/N whimpered at the gravel of her husband's voice, dragging him down into another searing kiss. She licked fervently into his mouth, savoring the smoky, masculine taste that was purely Harry. She craved him.
Harry growled in approval, palming Y/N's breasts roughly before giving the peaked buds a sharp pinch. She cried out, arching into his touch as liquid fire lanced straight to her core. Not to be outdone, Y/N rolled them with surprising strength until she was straddling Harry's muscled thighs.
His gaze followed the path of her hands as she slowly, teasingly trailed them down the sculpted ridges of her own torso. Y/N threw her head back with a breath when her fingertips grazed the slick, throbbing bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
"Jesus..." Harry bit out, hips punching up instinctively when Y/N began working herself in tight, frantic circles right in front of him. "You're so bloody gorgeous, darling. Don't know how I got so lucky."
Y/N hummed breathlessly, catching Harry's stare as she continued touching herself shamelessly in clear view. Her other hand drifted lower to wrap around his thick, achingly hard length. She gave him a few firm strokes, smearing around the pearly bead of moisture leaking from his tip.
"Want you inside me," she rasped without preamble. "Need to feel you stretch me wide open, baby."
A low, guttural sound tore from Harry's chest as he instantly surged up into a seated position, cupping Y/N's bum and grinding against her slick entrance. She keened at the prod of him nudging insistently between her folds.
"Yeah?" he husked against the swell of her breasts. "You want this thick cock filling you up, love? Fucking you raw until you're sobbing my name?"
"Yes!" Y/N hissed out on a broken moan, rising up on her knees until just the bulbous tip of him caught on her soaked entrance. "Now Harry, oh my god, please!"
Harry snarled something incoherent before crushing their mouths together in another all-consuming. He swallowed Y/N's shrill cry as he abruptly surged up in one slick, powerful glide - burying every thick, throbbing inch inside her with a lewd grunt.
"Fuck YES!" Y/N sobbed out, throwing her head back as her inner walls fluttered wildly around the stretch and burn. "Oh god, just like that..."
"Bloody fucking perfect," Harry gritted through clenched teeth as Y/N rolled and clenched around him experimentally. "Grip me so damn tight, sweetheart."
Both spurred into a frenzy, they instantly launched into a rapid, frantic grind atop the rumpled sheets. Y/N rose up and dropped back down with shameless abandon, chasing the euphoric drag of Harry's girth splitting her open over and over. Her nails left crescent-shaped indents across the muscles of his straining shoulders and back.
"Yes, yes!" she chanted breathlessly, meeting Harry's brutal upward snaps with her own. "That's it, baby, fuck me just like that!"
"Jesus, the noises you make," Harry gritted out, his large hands flexing around Y/N's hips hard enough to bruise as he guided their filthy rhythm. "So fucking sexy, love. Gonna come just from hearing you."
Y/N keened in delight at his ragged words. She somehow managed to yank him even closer, savoring the rigid press of his abdomen rubbing against her swollen, aching clit with each punishing grind. Her breasts bounced with the feverish motion, nipples pebbled and aching for her husband's mouth.
Seemingly reading her mind, Harry latched on with a snarl, laving and sucking at the tender peaks with focused intensity. The pleasure arrowing straight to Y/N's center had her throwing her head back on a broken wail.
"Oh shit, shit yes!" she babbled frantically, legs beginning to shake and tremble. "Right there, Harry, fuuuuuck don't stop!"
Lewd sounds of flesh on flesh echoed throught the room, paired with their moans and grunts as they made noises freely. They didn’t care about their guests listening to them, because, well, they owned this place.
"Stay right there," Harry suddenly grunted through clenched teeth, halting Y/N with a bone-crushing grip on her hips. He then snapped his hips up once, twice, burying himself to the hilt on each brutal thrust.
Y/N screamed as she finally came around him, every muscle seizing up in pure bliss. Her back contorted sharply as shockwave after shockwave of pure bliss blitzed through her nerve-endings. She could barely draw breath, completely shattered by the force of her release as it gushed hotly around Harry's relentless possession of her core.
"Oh FUCK," Harry roared out, head tossed back as Y/N's clenching finally dragged him over that edge as well. His whole body strained, tendons in his neck and arms flexing as he erupted torrentially inside Y/N with a long, drawn out moan.
They clung to each other throughout their shared ecstasy, trapped in an endless cycle of crashing between blinding highs and soft lows.. Harry's mouth was persistent, soothing across Y/N's damp hairline and temples once coherent thought became possible again.
Finally, when the last ripples had faded away, he gently manoeuvred them onto their sides without separating their bodies. His now-lax biceps flexed around Y/N's hips, pulling her even closer so he could nuzzle fervent kisses beneath her jaw.
"You're everything," he murmured in a voice gone coarse and raspy from their cries. "My whole fucking universe, you understand me?"
Y/N shivered at his words, craning her neck to slot her mouth over his in a deep, intoxicating kiss. She matched his confession with one of her own without breaking the languid back-and-forth of their kiss.
"Forever, baby. You and me forever."
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Hiiii can you or your followers help me find the fic where louis is an older actor, he goes to an island to relax post his divorce and meets Harry who does lots of things on the island masseuse, tour guide, teaches yoga by maria's bar? - and there is harry's gender identity which is a big part of the fic as well?
Hi sweetheart. I’m pretty sure it’s this one:
love is word, you gave it a name by CuckooTrooke (E, 159K)
After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria's bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.
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my fave type of silence is gay silence. ALSO yes whenever Louis or harry struggled to sit down it was fucking hilarious. Those boys have a masseuse (perhaps multiple) and physios that go on tour with them so if they pull a muscle they can get it taken care of pretty quick sticks. But THAT was something else
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1D Monthly Fic Roundup
Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for August 2022! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup. You can find all our other posts here.
Happy reading!
🔹Sugary Sweet by @neondiamond [G, 1k, Harry/Louis]
Sometimes, all you need is a little sugar to get the day started.
Or Harry and Louis’ daughter knows exactly how to get what she wants, Harry is pregnant, and Louis is the best husband ever.
🔹Sidetracked by @neondiamond [G, 2k, Louis/Harry]
While scrambling to get his whole life packed up the night before moving in with Harry, Louis and the boys get distracted and take a trip down memory lane.
🔹Wild As You by bluegreenish / @greenblueish [M, 9k, Harry/Louis]
As much as Harry had not been overjoyed at the prospect of leaving Minnesota behind and starting high school in rural central Nebraska, it had definitely changed his life in ways staying at his childhood home never would have. Within days he had found fellow students to sit with at lunch, within weeks he had considered them friends, within months he had learned to love Nebraska, and within four years, he had wildly fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson.
or, a story about how Harry figures out whether the ideal of a house with a white picket fence in the suburbs of a medium-sized city is what he wants, or whether Louis' sheep ranch is the home his heart really desires.
🔹Caught In Between Love by Kikiberoski16 / @larrysballetslippers [E, 9k, Louis/Harry]
He kissed Harry’s lips, soft and fleeting. Louis didn’t waste any time and went down, kissing Harry’s neck, chest, abs and lower abdomen. Harry panted quietly, but he was sure he could come right away. He hasn’t been touched for such a long time that any physical contact was now feeling magnified.
“Can I have a kiss too?” Andrew whimpered in the background.
Or Harry had a crush on Andrew, his co-worker, for a few months, but when he meets Louis, the handsome BDSM club owner, everything changes.
🔹De Novo by skipper / @skipperxao3 [M, 4k, Harry/Louis]
Harrie always knew that things weren’t right in her world, but it was many years before she had the answers, not only about herself but the world around her. With the help of two wonderful friends, she comes to embrace life as it truly is. She’s found happiness and confidence within herself, feeling truly content for the first time in her life.
One thing she longs for is to share her life with another person, but fear holds her back. She doesn’t know if she’s able to be accepted as she is now. But that doesn’t stop the world from trying and allowing her to see who she needs to be.
Despite her reservations, she realizes that one failed date doesn’t mean is it’s an end all. It simply means she wasn’t herself the first time around.
With a deep, steady breath of fresh air, Harrie knows now. She’s ready and the future is here in the form of a wonderful person who doesn’t hold her past against her. In fact, he finds her imperfectly perfect exactly as she is, and that’s all Harrie needs.
🔹Close Enough to Touch by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf [M, 11k, Harry/Louis]
There had been chart topping singles and sold out arenas when Louis Tomlinson was one fifth of the world's most successful boyband.
Embarking on his first solo tour was stressful enough without his closest friends encouraging him to push even further outside of his comfort zone. Louis definitely did not need a masseuse on tour. Not even if that masseuse turned out to be gorgeous, kind, and lovely. It was the last thing Louis thought he needed.
He was wrong.
🔹Pancakes for Two by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf [E, 1k, Louis/Zayn, Niall/Harry]
Louis goes to a key party. He didn't expect to see Harry.
🔹Close Our Eyes (Pretend We're Miles Away) by @haztobegood [E, 5k, Louis/Harry]
Louis and Harry have been on the run for a day and a half now. It’s a hard situation to be in, and they’ve been trying to cope the best they can since their relaxing girls’ weekend at a rented cabin turned into a living nightmare.
Just forty eight hours ago, Harry never would have robbed a bank. Hell, she barely would have touched the gun she’d used in the robbery, let alone wave it around to threaten anyone. Forty eight hours ago, Louis hadn’t used that same gun to shoot a man.
🔹Good Dogs Don’t Bark by @haztobegood [M, 1k, Harry/Louis]
“Don’t know where it came from, but it’s here to stay,” Harry laughed into the mic. Barking at the crowd gave him such a thrill. He couldn’t remember the first time he barked at the crowd, but he remembered how it made his heart race every time. He always wondered how his Master would react if he were there. Would he be punished for barking in public? But Louis had been busy with his own world tour, and Harry kept barking.
🔹Something Like This by @multicoloredme [E, 152k+, wip, Louis/Harry]
After leaving his boyfriend, Louis is a little sore emotionally and is ready for a fresh start in a new city. When a coworker tells him about a couple friends looking for a new flatmate, he decides to go for it. Little does he know, that one of his new flatmates is the gorgeous, captivating guy he met at a party a few weeks ago. A New Girl/Grey’s Anatomy/Relief Next To Me inspired AU.
Harry bit his lip. “Um, I didn’t mention us meeting to Niall, and now that you’re here–”
“Pretend we just met?” Louis finished.
“Yeah,” Harry gave him a half-hearted smile. “If we’re going to be flatmates, it’s probably best to… just forget it, I guess? Have a ‘no dating flatmates’ rule?”
“Yeah,” Louis echoed. “I mean, you seem great, but–”
“It would get so messy–”
“Exactly,” Louis pointed at him in agreement. “Just friends?”
“Absolutely.”
“Great.”
Louis sighed in relief. At least that was settled. They were both in agreement: Friends only. Piece of cake.
🔹after hours by safetyfilm / @larrieblr [E, 16k, Harry/Louis]
Harry moves like lightning as he slides the books off the shelves into the open, waiting abyss of his bag. Then, as Louis clears the other end of the exhibit just as quickly, he moves on to the display case next to it and the one after that. One flimsy book practically flies open as he picks it up, the paper held together by feeble strings on the spine. He leaves it behind. Not worth selling.
Or, a crime au set in 1980s Chicago.
🔹Nasha Tera by Lhhome @lh-home [T, 10k, minor/background relationship]
As Zayn goes through some internal and external struggles which she terms an existential crisis she meets some people that help her find the community she has been searching for.
🔹Tears on Paper by Lhhome / @lh-home [G, 228 words, Louis/Harry]
Harry
Who wasn’t
supposed to see
🔹there's always room for common ground by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 10k, Zayn/Liam]
Zayn never thought his life would be this way. When he’d first met Liam, he’d known that this was it. This was the man he was meant to marry, to be with for the rest of his life. And for a while things had been perfect. They had their dream wedding, their dream home, and after a few years, their perfect little girl. Things had been – well, perfect.
It’s why it’s so hard to swallow that these days Liam will barely look at him. That they’ve gone from being cuddled up on the couch together to barely being able to exchange pleasantries when they’re dropping off their daughter with one another.
🔹I don't mind being lost at sea by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 2k, Zayn & Louis]
“Would you like your eggs cooked, scrambled or fertilised tomorrow morning?”
Zayn looks at the stranger thoughtfully. “You know,” he says, “I don't think that pick up line works when we're both male.”
Or: the fic where Louis tries to cheer up a stranger in a bar.
🔹as if life were invented for my love by daffodilsforlou / @polaroidlouis [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]
He was such a cliché. A MILF thirsting for her pool boy.
🔹to lie with you by @justanothershadeofblue [M, 4k, Zayn/Louis]
For Louis Tomlinson, there's nothing that compares with getting his soulmark and meeting his soulmate. Nothing that he could imagine that ever could.
🔹Moonlight Minx by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom [E, 15k, Louis/Harry]
It’s not until they’re one glass each into their second bottle of red wine that the topic turns to relationships.
Harry has to ask. Things are going so well, but he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. “So… are you seeing anyone now?”
Louis lifts his wine glass to his lips, looking at Harry over the rim as he takes a sip. “Nope. You?”
“Nope.”
Louis grins at him. “So we’re just two single blokes-”
“Trapped on an island-”
“In a storm,” Louis adds, finishing the sentence for them.
“Yup,” Harry says, popping the ‘p’.
“How very rom-com of us.”
OR the one where an unexpected storm strands Harry on an island, Louis gets an unexpected house guest for the night, and love might just be the most unexpected thing of all.
🔹You know I love you, babe by @lululawrence [NR, 2k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw]
Nick sighed happily to himself. Yet another wonderful decision by Past Nick was stocking the fridge with the cheesecake. He honestly had no recollection of purchasing it, but it was the best thing he’d eaten all day. There was something so perfectly satisfying about a piece of cheesecake.
He should wax poetic to Louis about it. Tell him how he didn’t miss him at all because the cheesecake was all he would ever need.
Or the one where Nick fucks up and scrambles to make it right. Too bad that just makes things worse.
🔹Do You Think The Tides Know by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [T, 12k, Zayn/Louis, endgame Louis/Harry]
Zayn had known from the beginning that his summer fling with Louis was just that – a summer thing, and no more. He’d known that Louis’ heart was already taken, known that this was just a chance for Louis to learn more about himself and his sexuality. Louis had been upfront about it the whole time.
Unfortunately, Zayn dramatically underestimated how easy it would be to fall in love with Louis.
~*~“Um.” Louis swallowed hard. “Okay. I just, like – have you kissed guys?”
Zayn nodded. “Guys, girls, a few non-binary people. I’ve met all sorts at the clubs near the university.”
“Could you-” Another pause. “Like, I was wondering, would you… just to see what it’s like?”
Zayn blinked. “Would I… kiss you?”
Louis’ face was pale, but his gaze was steady on Zayn’s as he nodded. “If you want,” he said. “You don’t have to, if it’s too weird, or like… but I just… I wanted to try. I wanted to know.”
Or, a fic based on the folklore love triangle, but it’s nobody’s fault and no one means to hurt anyone.
🔹Hash Brown, Egg Yolk, I Will Always Love You by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [G, 1k, Louis/Harry]
Niall is a regular at Harry's hole-in-the-wall breakfast diner, coming in almost every morning. As such, he feels uniquely qualified to opine that another regular, Louis, would be a perfect match for Harry.
He doesn't realize they're several years ahead of him on that.
🔹craving a kiss by fearsparks / @onlythebravest [G, 1k, Harry/Louis]
“But Lou, I really want to kiss someone.”
Louis let out a heavy, irritated sigh. “I gave you a solution.”
“But –”
“Actually, I gave you two.”
(Harry wants to kiss someone and Louis is the one that has to hear the whining.)
🔹we’re forever (and ever and ever and ever) by fearsparks / @onlythebravest [G, 3k, Louis/Harry]
Harry stroke Louis’ knuckles with his thumb as he said, “You’re it for me too, Lou. There’s no one else for me. You’re always gonna have me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“But I’m not ready. I’m so immature. I’m not responsible enough.”
“You’re perfect for me,” Harry interrupted. “The way you are right now is perfect for me right now.”
(Five times Louis said "I wish I met you later" and one time he didn't.)
🔹why can't we forgive and forget? by fearsparks / @onlythebravest [T, 1k, Harry/Louis]
“What the fuck are you doing walking on your own? Have you forgotten that you're living in a vampire-hating village? What’s wrong with you?”
Harry shouldn’t have relaxed as much as he did when he realised the person talking was Louis, but he did. When he didn’t immediately respond, Louis pushed him harder against the wall.
“Not even tapped into your strength,” Louis continued angrily, “a walking fucking target. Are you a fucking idiot? You’re immortal, not invincible.”
(Harry and Louis are having a heated argument. Very heated.)
🔹Take the Middle Path by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 2k, Zayn/Harry/Louis]
Harry's desires are plentiful and complicated in a way that's always worried and confused him. Being with Louis and Zayn helps him explore the seemingly disparate aspects of who he is and what he wants, and to realize he doesn't have to choose just one.
🔹Tossed Salad and Scrambled Eggs by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]
Louis gets a little caught up in adoring Harry's endearing breakfast-making habits. After breakfast, they both get a lot caught up in adoring each other's bodies.
🔹Food Fight by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [G, 1k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw]
It’s Louis’ famed cooking skills against Nick’s more cultured palate.
Fight.
🔹The Superstar Scavenger Scramble by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [G, 2k, Louis/Greg James]
He wants to win. And not just because he’s competitive as fuck, likes to best the other boys and put them in their place whatever they’re doing, never mind that this is a silly Radio 1 scavenger hunt around London, but because of what - who - is waiting at the other end.
🔹The Meeting by sitandadmire / @louistomlionson [M, 2k+, wip, Louis/Harry]
When Harry walks into the London office with a hangover, the last thing he expects to find out is that there's a new CEO in town.
🔹let me show you just how much i want ya by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian [E, 2k+, wip, Harry/Louis]
An excerpt from my “fake zarry au” wip inspired by this year’s Wordplay prompt "scramble."
When Louis Tomlinson gets a directing gig that's layered in more NDA's than he's ever seen, the last person he expects to work for is famous pop star (and his best friend Liam's celebrity crush), ZAYN. But what he expects even less is Zayn's Very! Enthusiastic! Fashion Influencer! boyfriend Harry Styles, who seems to want to make Louis’ life a living hell with his very existence.
When Harry signed on to become Zayn's fake boyfriend, he expected 12 months of good press and a generous paycheck to help launch his makeup/skincare line—he didn't expect to fall in love at first sight with the man who'll apparently be following Zayn around all. the. damn. time. for the same year.
A fake dating with a twist famous/not-famous enemies to friends to secret lovers where Larry and Ziam fall in love behind the scenes while Zarry bicker in public.
In this scene, Harry and Louis are on the road with Zayn’s tour, and they’ve made it to the “friends who want benefits but don’t want to break their contracts” portion of their journey. One day they accidentally find a loophole.
-Fic Fest-
🔹1D Country Fest 2022 / masterpost / @1dcountryfest
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Welcome to my October/November 2022 combined fic rec list! (Because October kind of ran away from me at the end there.) This list features Ziam, Nouis, Louis/Harry/Niall, Louis/Bressie, Stylinshaw, Louis/Rob Pattinson, Louis/Sebastian Stan (it’s the Louis Rare Pair Fic Fest!), and Larry.
As always, please let me know if I’ve missed any tumblr people tags - if they’re not linked at the end of the AO3 page I tend to miss them.
Ziam
the hidden love burns - we_are_the_same - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own] @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed - E, 6k - canon, mutual pining, dirty talk. This was very hot and also I loved how they handled the situation? That might be a weird comment for a fic like this but it’s an awkward position to be in, and I really appreciated how the characters communicated and dealt with things.
Nouis
Five Times Niall Wanted To Kiss Louis (And One Time He Did) - becka - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own] - G, 635 - canon, drabble sequence, pining. Short but incredibly sweet, the boys sort themselves out over nine years.
Uncharted Territory - Lalalaartje - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own] - E, 3k - canon, fluff and smut. Okay, wow. So this author wrote this as a prequel to one of my fics, and I’m incredibly glad I managed to inspire them because now we all have this to enjoy. It’s five times the length and perfect and you should all go read it right now!
leave my heart open - temerity (forsanethaec) - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own] - E, 29k - canon. To be honest, I forgot to make notes for this one, read it almost two months ago and have a terrible memory. But it’s a long, plotty, canon Nouis fic with angst and pining, you know I’m reccing it for a reason.
Niall/Louis/Harry
we'll be alright - bravestyles - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own] - NR, 31k - desert island fic, canon, emotional hurt/comfort. Oh, the feels in this fic. I literally cried. It’s so, so good.
Louis/Niall Breslin
Good Boys Do Bad Things - YesIsAWorld - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own] @louandhazaf - E, 8k - size difference, AU, famous/not famous. 5’9’’ (disputed) and 6’6’’... and a super well written fic with some lovely details. I think this is my first Louis/Bressie, too!
Stylinshaw
I Can Go With The Flow - lululawrence - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own] @lululawrence - NR, 5k - AU, outsider perspective, fluff and humour. This is so cute guys! I’m always here for Stylinshaw and loved having Gemma’s perspective on it :)
Louis/Robert Pattinson
Next Door - allwaswell16 - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own] @allwaswell16 - NR, 2k - canon, meet-cute, absolutely top-notch Louis&Oli friendship. I loved this. Cute and funny and I just want more of this world. More Chiquita dancing. More pet co-ownership. More passive aggressive tea making.
Louis/Sebastian Stan
over my shoulder - nouies - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own] @nouies - E, 11k - omegaverse, famous/famous, fake relationship. I was so excited when I saw this, I have a soft spot for SebStan, and it didn’t disappoint. And the artwork/gifs! Incredible. So realistic.
Larry
Close Enough to Touch - YesIsAWorld - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own] @louandhazaf - M, 11k - canon adjacent, famous/non-famous, masseuse on tour. This is so well written, such a sensitive portrayal of the characters, sweet and sexy and wonderful.
I Know How To Whisk (But Teach Me Anyway) - 2tiedships2 - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own] @2tiedships2 - M, 32k - omegaverse, baking, strangers to lovers. You know you’re in safe hands with this author. This was cute and lovely, and left me rooting through the freezer for the banana bread I had stashed in there so I could dive even deeper into the story!
#28th appreciation#1d rare pairs#fic recs!#also if some of the formatting is off on this blame tumblr#it keeps changing things? now when i want to underline something it opens the source code... so i am giving up
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hiiiii, I requested the masseuse yn idea 👀 im from Patreon, in love with your stories 😍 any way you want to do it, if you want to write it! but I was thinking she gets hired by Jeff in some random city to go to harry bc he's super stressed or just sore from all his stage antics. She goes to him bc that way he's not got fans all over. Maybe it's during a multiple day stint on one city? And she's nervous but she knows she's a great masseuse and could really use the money tbh so she deals with her nerves but yeah, harry notices and teases her a little. Maybe he has her start on his shoulders bc he feels bad jumping right into the actual problem bc he wants her to calm down first. She's cute, and she's s blusher 😊 but once she's got her hands on him he's 🤤
YESSS!!! Thank you hon! And I feel like it's kind of realistic too because you know the man gets massages and he does a lot of that self-care stuff since he works out all the time (he's insane).
So he'd have someone come to him and he's only got a thin white sheet over his bum and she's trying to keep her mind out of the gutter but... well it's quite hard when he's teasing her like he is! lol
xoxo
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Some Fics I Have Written
I decided that the time has come to have an easier way to find some of my stories. For now, this is it.
Les Miserables Fics
A note: With one single exception, all my Les Miserables stories are modern AUs and require zero knowledge of canon. I've included a few archetype notes below in case you're unfamiliar but intrigued.
ExR
Archetypes: Enjolras is a principled, charismatic leader; Grantaire (R for short) is the doubting lout who loves him.
Drive Me Home (2015, T, 12k)
Grantaire is a driver for hire. Enjolras is not great at taking a hint.
One Word (F/F AU, 2015, E, 10k)
Enjolras gets massages and falls in love with her masseuse.
Island Living and the rest of the Politics! AU (2016 - 2021, E, 75k)
In which I have a lot of feelings about US politics and express them through the ongoing antics of a political speechwriter and the disillusioned server he yells at in the coffeeshop.
Count ’Em (2017, E, 8k)
After being treated shittily by the guy he likes, Enjolras tries to not be shitty to the guy who really likes him.
Educational Videos (2019, E, 24k)
College AU in which Enjolras discovers pornography and finds himself drawn to one particular guy in the videos.
Meanwhile, A Glacier (2021, E, 71k)
The world is melting and everyone is the world's best climber.
E/R/C
Archetype note: Someone has to be the loyal and sensible brains of a group. Enter Combeferre.
Combeferre’s Tattoos (2016, E, 15k), Grantaire’s Tattoos (2018, E, 7k), and Enjolras's Tattoo (2023, E, 12k)
A three-man love story.
Cos/Ep
Archetype notes: Cosette is a cheery adopted orphan who's converted her acres of loss into a readiness to love; Éponine, raised to be a heartless criminal, is pretty sure there's nothing left in her worth loving.
Temporary Hold (2017, E, 22k)
College AU where Cosette decides maybe pretending to date will solve her focus problems. It does!
One (2018, M, 6k)
Cosette is cursed, but it's okay.
All and Everything and Enough (2021, T, 2k)
A small second-person story about how it is nice to belong.
Objectively Delightful (2022, T, 4k)
We're at the combination Climate Crisis and Global Pandemic. There are cabbages.
JVJ/J
L’Homme Armé (2017, M, 13k)
This is my only non-AU Les Miserables fic, and my only story about these fellows. Valjean saves Javert, and now they'll never escape each other. I had fun writing in Hugo's wordy style.
Simon Snow Fics
SnowBaz, etc.
Archetype notes: Simon is a proud and very magical orphan; Baz is a proud and posh vampire. Penny is smart as heck; Agatha is elegant. Because canon continued to develop after the writing of these fics, there are likely major divergences, but I think the stories below are good ones.
Watford without Watford (A Series) (2015, T, 38k)
My first fic, written after Fangirl; the Humdrum takes over Watford, and everyone has to flee!
This is Mr. Pitch (and the rest of the Teachers! works) (2016, E, 104k)
US teacher AU. There's magic and vampires and every teacher archetype, and, eventually, a lot of sex.
Harry Potter Fics
HP, etc.
Not going to bother with archetype notes. The writer of these books is a transphobic jerk; I still like writing about the characters sometimes.
The Proximity Problem (H/D, 2018, E, 21k)
Harry decides to get married to basically whoever shows up. Guess who he picks?
Quick Escapes (H/D, 2018, G, 1k)
A tiny moment in a coffee shop.
The Shipwreck Game (H/D, 2021, T, 4k)
A storytelling story on the beach.
High-Energy Conditions (H/D, 2021, M, 1k)
A tiny bit of sex-pollen dialogue.
Ginny Weasley and the Time Broom (G/P, 2021, E, 5k)
Pro Quidditch player Ginny schools the team's new publicist, Pansy, on the history of the sport. There's some time travel, some sex, and a burning at the stake.
The Minister of Firmaments (Hermione/Pansy, 2022, E, 22k)
Hermione, who is unimaginably important, cheats on Ron with Pansy. A bunch. Everyone likes it.
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