Madly in love with this dork

this is solely inspired by by desire to do domestic things with boyfriend!Harry and a picture i came across on twitter. this is very short but let me know if y’all want a part 2 or any request you may have :) SLIGHT SMUT

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“Harry, stop being a baby. It doesn’t hurt that bad,” you exaggerated the last part of the sentence because plucking your eyebrows really doesn’t hurt that bad, and Harry’s need some attention. “I would never hurt you on purpose. Promise H.”

“Tha’ is the thing love, yeh can’t promise it won’t hurt!” He drops his arms down to his side dramatically as he spins to face you as you sit on your shared bed. “Nothing is wrong with ‘em anyhow,” his fake pout is something you’ve seen before when you convinced (forced?) him to do a peel-off face mask with you a few nights ago.

You fake pout back at him and cock your head to the side before patting your lap, silently telling him once again that it won’t hurt that bad and beauty is pain. “Lucky I love yeh petal,” he lets out an overly dramatic sigh before dragging his feet over to the bed and plopping his body down on the mattress. In this position, his head is directly beneath your breast and the soft curls atop his head are splayed in all directions on your lap.

You reach over to the nightstand on your side of the bed to pick up the cool metal tool that Harry claims will cause him so much pain. He winces and closes his eyes as you lean back over him, definitely bursting his bubbly of personal space, to start plucking out the hairs.

You pull out the first untamed hair, one that is particularly thick, and Harry’s hand automatically flies to his face to rub the area. “Yeh said you wouldn’t hurt me!” What a baby, you thought. He really is such a drama queen.

“I said I wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. The faster you stoping complaining, the faster this will be over.” He holds my stare for a few seconds before letting out a gruff and mumbling something about the pain. His hand finally goes back to his side as he closes his eyes again and allows you to continue your assault on his eyebrows.

A few minutes have passed, and the caterpillar over his right eye is starting to look tamed and like an eyebrow. Harry was surprisingly silent for this time but he soon broke you out of your plucking daze when he piped up about your breast in his face. “Yeh know I love ‘em pet, but they’re all over m’face.”

“Only a few more minutes, H, you’ll be okay.” He doesn’t say anything back to you, and you move to the left side of his face to make it try and match now nearly perfect right side. You’ve gotten back into your zone, extremely focused on which hairs to pluck and which to leave where they are to achieve the shape you want. All of a sudden you feel Harry’s warm mouth over your left breast through the thin tank top adorning torso, a usually nighttime attire for you.

You stop your assault on his eyebrow to focus all of your attention on where his mouth is latched to your nipple. You let out a light groan as his teeth graze the sensitive skin through the thin material, and his eyes snap to yours. “What are you doing?” You ask as your breathing increases slightly. “Might as well keep m’self entertained while they’re here, love.”

You just sigh and shake your head, trying your hardest to focus back on the task at hand while he continues his warm assault through your top. A few more hairs were plucked away before Harry takes it just one more step further. His hand runs over your breast before his fingers loop around the thin spaghetti strap, and he smoothly pulls the material down to free your left breast. You stop once again as it’s now skin on skin contact when his mouth latches to your fabric-free nipple.

His mouth detaches, looking up at you with his smug smirk plastered across his beautiful face. “Why’d yeh stop?” He holds eye contact with you as he, once again, attaches his mouth back to the sensitive bud. You throw the tweezers somewhere on the bed before removing your chest from Harry and bringing your face to his in a smashing kiss.

He immediately takes control of the situation and flips the position as his body, which is now hovering over yours, lips somehow still attached. One hand is holding down your hips as the other is pressing on the space by your head to support himself. Your hands are tangled in his hair, lightly pulling to earn a throaty moan from the beautiful man above you.

He pulls away to take a breath, a whine leaving your lips at the loss of contact. “What ‘bout my brows?” His forehead his resting against yours as his hips gently push into yours. “Forget the brows and fuck me, H.”

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