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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Renathal (Warcraft)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Renathal (Warcraft), Tenaval, Devahia, Vorpalia, Maw Walker Additional Tags: Drama, Angst, Adventure, Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Fluff Summary:

crack + caffeine + crack + more caffeine + dark humour + very dark humour

enjoy the crack

Rating: It’s on the R side.Warnings: Oh, it ends dirrtyyCategory: fluff-SMUTWord Count: 2,104 (wtf I write too much)Request:  yes so thank you so much!

Note: EYYYYY for the sake of plot imma act like a BJ on the third date is a common thing (it’s not for me, although no judging here) plus it’s harry so wink-a-link-dink

07. Thanks For Tonight

There was a lot of screaming. So much that your ears rang, and you took it with the biggest smile on your face, as you saw Chris Martin jump around on the stage in front of you. Your breath was caught in your throat in excitement, you couldn’t believe you were watching Coldplay, so up close, finally after years of wanting to, all thanks to Harry.

It’s your 3rd date really, and Harry being the cheeky bastard he is had already stolen various kisses from you, even before the first date, when you were just really close friends. When he showed up 2 weeks ago with tickets to the concert he know you’d been saving up for and claiming that “I didn’t want yeh to buy ‘em before I got ‘em for yeh” you’d jumped in his arms and kissed him for god knows how long, making him extra cheeky for the past week.

You turn around and press a kiss on his lips when “Charlie Brown” comes to an end, and the lights dim on the stage. The smile on your face making it hard to properly kiss him.

“ Yeh going t’keep doing tha’ ?” he asks, smile wide as yours, eyes glowing and dimples showing. You’ve been giving him short kisses every time a song ends, as if thanking him not for the concert experience only, but for the fact that thanks to him you were enjoying each song better than the last. You couldn’t decide what was your favourite moment so far, when the show started, or maybe when Chris waved excitedly at Harry, therefore at you too, or maybe just now when they sang Charlie Brown and Chris imitated your dance moves.“Yes!” you scream laughing.“Just kiss me proper instead o’ all this teasing” he jokes and pokes at your sides. You turn as the first notes of “Hymn For The Weekend” ring through your ears and you let out another screech, this was your absolute favourite. Harry knew this, but he wasn’t going to let you get away with ignoring his approaches. He grabs your hand and places a hand on your cheek making you look at him. He’s so close, eyes on yours as he dips slowly and meets his mouth to yours. It wasn’t a simple peck this time, his hand wrapping around your waist, the other caressing your face and pulling you in closer. You wrap your arms around his neck as Chris starts to sing behind you.

Your body is pressed to Harry’s incredibly close, yet you both push to be closer, positively giving everyone a show as your mouths dance together. And if by Chris’ wave towards both of you earlier on didn’t give everyone around you the affirmation that “holy shit that’s Harry Styles.” and “that must be his girlfriend”, this probably did the trick. It also did the trick of making you love this song more than you already did.

A smile spread across Harry’s face when he felt your lips vibrate in a moan, the sound getting swallowed in the screams and the notes of the song playing across the whole stadium. When you pull apart you’re a little dizzy, short breaths trying to regain oxygen to make your legs not feel like jelly, and to regain the feel in your arms so you can playfully slap that cheeky dimpled grin off his face.

You didn’t really think the night could get better but as the second to last song of the setlist starts, Harry tugs at your hand. You think he’s pulling you in for a repeat of that kiss, but when you turn, he signals you to follow him. At the beginning you’re so bummed, you know he has to get out of concerts quickly, specially if it’s not his own concert, specially if he was in the crowd. Your fingers intertwine and you keep the smile on your face, mumbling softly to the lyrics and bobbing your head to the rhythm. It’s been a great night, even if you have to leave before the concert is officially over. Your mind plays back the concert and you feel giddy inside, with a bunch of butterflies running around in your tummy, you can’t wait to be outside and fangirl Harry’s ear off. And then Harry pulls you to him and through a little opening a security guard made in the short gates. You’re a little confused for a second, not for long though, because you’ve been to Harry’s concerts before and you know exactly what’s happening when another security talks to Harry’s ear, Harry nods and next thing you know you’re walking a thin path towards backstage.

Harry and yourself settle a little off to the right side of the stage where you see the last two songs being played in a side perspective, from behind thick curtains, with people running around behind you hurling cables and screaming orders, some celebrating another successful show. And not 5 minutes later, Chris Martin runs off stage, and straight into you and Harry.“ Hey!” he says when he notices and gives Harry a tight hug “Hey man, long time no see”“ I know.” Harry smiles and you try your hardest to contain the excitement “This is m’friend” he introduces you when they pull apart and you are engulfed in Chris’ arms in an instant.“ Just a friend?” Chris mocks and all of you laugh, the only thought in your mind being ‘ I am actually here. Is this…? This is really happening, someone pinch me’. Chris jokes a little more and invites you to the band’s dressing room. While you walk the long hallways, Harry knowingly pinches your side and you smile at him.

“ That was hilarious!” you say to Harry as he drives through your neighbourhood ready to drop you off after a great show and an amazing hour chatting up, sharing tour stories and drinking wine, getting to know coldplay. You don’t know if the sweat on the back of your neck is from the heat of the stadium, still running inside you, or the excitement of the night. The red in your cheeks from the glasses of wine or the heat of the night outside. You look at Harry as he parks in your driveway, his eyes shine under the streetlights and his cheeks are also a little red from the wine and the heat of the moment, the dimples on his face are deep and he’s smiling so wide at your happiness. And you feel so complete.

“ M’so glad you had a great time” he says as he caresses your cheek, you let a sigh escape through your lips as you lean in close to him and kiss him just like you did earlier in the night, your hands running up and down his chest as he works his tongue so perfectly inside your mouth, you can’t avoid the moan that leaves your throat.

“ I can’t thank you enough” you say in-between short breaths as Harry moves his lips to your neck, peppering kisses all around.“ Yeh don’t have to” he whispers against your skin, lips forming an ‘O’ and sucking lightly on your jaw, as you tilt your head back. Harry’s always been cheeky, he knows he’s good, with his tongue, fingers, his voice, with his whole body. And he makes it work to his advantage. The times you’d been close to letting him take you on his couch before you even started to officially date, when you were just friends, were too many to count. And you knew exactly how to thank him for an amazing night.

You worked your hands smoothly down his chest, avoiding the buttons of his shirt and jumping straight to what you wanted. Fingers working quickly to undo his seatbelt and quickly back to his pants, to undo his belt.

“ Wha…?” he asks hazily and you press your lips to his again. He moans as he feels the pressure you put on his tight jeans, as you unzip his pants and move your hand around to grab his semi-erect member.

“ Scoot” you whisper against his lips, and he moves allowing you to move his pants and underwear out of the way, his dick springing free as he pants.

“ Baby… Babe” he swallows hard when your hand wraps around it and you start to lower your head towards it, leaving a line of kisses on your way down. “I… Y-You don’t have to… S’okay”“ I want to” is all you say before you lick a long strip down his shaft and he shudders, mouth hanging open in a half moan.“ Jesus…” he whimpers. His cock becoming fully erect at the sight of you down there, giving him absolute pleasure. “F-fuck”.

You bob your head up and down slowly, not being able to take all of him down your throat so you wrap your fingers around it, you hollow your cheeks and suck on it, moving your tongue around it and licking the slit on his head. Harry hisses and his hand flies to your hair. Although you can’t really turn your head to look at him from your position in the little space in his car, you know by the way his tummy comes up and down and the tightness he holds your hair with, that his face is contorted in pleasure. And you’d be right. His eyes are half open as he tries his best to keep watching you work your mouth around him, trying to imprint this image in his brain. His fingers on the hand that is not on your hair, grips the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. And his hips buckle up a tiny bit to meet your movements, making him reach further down your throat with ease.“Feels so good, baby. S’fucking good” he repeats over and over, almost coming undone when you release him with a slight pop and dive right back in. The feel of his girth inside your mouth is unbelievable, and you can feel yourself getting aroused at the thought of it someplace else. There’s hair sticking to the back of your neck again, your cheeks feel hot, and the grip of Harry’s hand on your hair makes you moan sending vibrations straight to his throbbing cock.

“ Y-you… You’re so good baby. I’m… M’going to…” his voice is just above a whisper, raspy and breathy, his hips had stopped from meeting your dips and rises as he feels himself start to come undone. Harry’s head tilts back in pleasure and you keep him in your mouth. “Yeh don’t… Have to, Ohh, s’okay” he says letting go of your hair.“ I want to” you say quickly. He doesn’t know if you’d like it if he came down your throat, and he doesn’t mind if you swallow or not, but you keep him in you mouth, sucking, and hands massaging his balls and he can’t help as he shoots his cum straight into your mouth.

“Yeh don’t need to… ” And he releases a moan cause all he can think about is  ‘Oh shit she’s taking it all’ while you basically suck him dry. He is left panting in his seat as you slowly come up to him, and press your neck to his ear as you gulp his load and let him hear it as it goes straight down your throat.

“ Oh, fuck me” he whispers at the sound as he grabs your waist, still regaining his breath. His eyes are darker than usual, pupils dilated over the green, his hair is a mess even though he didn’t touch it much, and his chest rises up and down fast with every short intake of air.“ Thank you for tonight” you whisper. Harry groans softly at the sensual way you just pronounced those words, you press a quick kiss against his lips, before climbing out of his car and walking the pathway towards your house.

His eyes open a little, still half closed from his orgasm as he looks at you from his seat, at the sway of your hips, and the smirk you throw at him like the tease you are, even after what your lips just did. The smile on his face grows while he recovers his breath and adjusts his pants and seatbelt, getting ready to go, then his phone lights up with a text from you.– We should do this again sometime ;). –His breath catches in his throat, and his brain goes haywire thinking of the implications of that simple sentence, a soft smirk showing on his lips.

Smooches- Iv. x