#fratboyharry

Her face was soft like a cherub, lips tugged in a pout, long lashes kissing at her cheeks. She looked beautiful, even now in the middle of a deep slumber as soft snores escaped her. Tonight, she had fallen asleep early at eight PM like a little kid, so worn out from the past few weeks, she’d had exam after exam, assignments due, and so many lectures to attend. She had one class tomorrow, her Psych class, and was mentally preparing to deal with the lunatic lecturer by having an early night. He was seriously unhinged, and a really harsh-grader.

Y/n had been dreaming of hazy roses and swirls of flannelette shirts, and oddly the smell of vanilla, mint, and tobacco overtook her senses despite being fast asleep, just moments before she woke up with a gasp. 

A chill ran up her spine, god it was freezing in here. Startled and still confused as to whether or not she was dreaming she opened her eyes. A loud bang on her window had been what woke her. 

Oh god! Is this like horror movies where the hot young university student gets murdered by a masked man? 

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest at the possibility. She sat up knuckling her eyes messily, and peering down from her window. On her knees, she was just tall enough to see what had made the noise, which was probably stupid of her to do. Because if it really was some axe murderer with a thing for sleeping girls they’d see her.

With a confused, tired smile, she realised it wasn’t a murderer. No, it was her boyfriend, Harry.

Looking over at her alarm clock it read 1:47 AM. She scratched her head looking down at him. He was standing down by the front yard, a red flannel shirt over his form, under a big football jacket from the Uni team, and considering it was freezing Y/n wondered how he wasn’t shivering in just those few layers. 

She thought for a moment that this would be a fond memory of him, one she might tell her children about her first proper boyfriend, her first love. The boy next door. She opened the window, leaning out, and instantly felt cold howling wind pelt her skin. 

“Styles! What are doing?!” She whisper-shouted. Not wanting to wake her roommates who were all probably awake studying for final exams anyway. 

She must be dreaming, because when he saw her this smile overtook his face, dimples popping and pink landing on his cheeks as he lifted his hand to show a bundle of red roses. A big pink bow wrapped around them and his tattooed hand gripped them tightly.

He looked like something of her dreams, she’d wished for a romance like this, spending nights cooped up reading about boys like Harry who made romantic gestures in the middle of the night. Wishing for a life all as magical as those fairytales. One full of excitement and passion, but also one that was real. She always felt real around Harry.

“Trouble, get some shoes on!” He whispered back lifting his arms dramatically, the jacket straining against his muscles.

She furrowed her brows. “Do you realise what time it is, Crazy?”

Harry smiled up at her, god he’d be the death of her, that smile. It made her stomach curl dangerously, butterflies rippling inside her. “Just get some shoes on, and something warm. C’mon, Baby, thought y’were a bad girl now.” He teased, thinking back to that night in the kitchen.

She rolled her eyes at him shutting the window, as she tried to quietly potter around her room. Finding her pale pink tracksuit pants on her floor, and a thick matching crewneck, she left her thin white singlet on underneath, putting on a random long-sleeve from the floor over it, and the knickers she’d gone to sleep in. Before digging around to find the Ugg boot that paired with the one in her hand.

When she was ready she snuck downstairs and outside. Harry perked up at the sound of gravel crunching. 

Y/n, god she was pretty. His heart thumped heart, heat creeping up his neck at the sight of her.

Hair in a long plait at the back of her head, skin all soft from her skincare, and a puddle of pink covering her, and despite the faux-frown on her face he knew she was excited to see him as he was to see her. He rushed over pulling her into a hug close to his chest. She smelled good, like the lavender spray she used on her bed for a good night’s sleep, and he planted a kiss on her head.

Picking her up in the hug and spinning her around. “Hi, Trouble.”

Feet off the ground she squealed quietly in surprise. He was so warm, and he smelt so good.

She looked up at him as he slowly placed her back onto her feet, arms still around his neck. Grabbing the flowers he offered to her as a pink rushed up her neck, “You are crazy, Styles, what are you even doing here?”

“I missed you, what was I supposed to do?” He said leaning down close, and Y/n brushed their noses together, before standing on the tips of her toes as she connected their lips. His firm grip on her waist fell to the curve of her plump ass. Squeezing her closer into his firm chest and warmth.

It was a chaste, gentle kiss, she hadn’t seen him since the weekend of that party. They’d called every day since though. 

When she pulled away, a big grin overtook her face, one of his hands fell into hers as he pulled her down to where his car was. Opening the door for her, he made sure she was tucked inside before gently shutting it and walking around the other door. Y/n noticed in his little cup holder her pink scrunchie was there and a strawberry lip mask she’d lost was sitting beside it.

She placed her flowers on the backseat. They looked like he’d stolen them from someone’s garden, in true Harry fashion, he had from their snooty neighbour.

Harry slid inside the driver’s seat and started the engine. It was freezing, the middle of winter, and if not for him she would never have stepped foot out into the bleak winter night. The car was warm already from him driving over.

“Are you some sort of pervert creep stalker or summat? What you got all this for, Styles? A shrine for me.” She said pointing to her little spot of things in the cupholder.

He rolled his eyes looking at her with a sassy expression. “Just returning them to my girlfriend, thanks,”

She was still getting used to those words slipping from his filthy rotten mouth. Harry noticed her flustered face and laughed. 

“What? Since I can’t tell everyone yet, I’m gonna boast as much as I can even if it’s just with you.”

She slid her hand into his as he drove down the street heading to, well, Y/n didn’t know where. With this boy? She’d never know what he had planned. “I can’t believe I have a boyfriend now,”

He giggled and stared ahead, but his hand squeezed hers. “Can’t believe I’m the lucky bastard. Was certain I’d never have a chance with you.”

Y/n let out a scoff. “You’re joking, you knew how much I fancied you growing up, Styles.”

He looked over at her. “Well, everyone fancied me.”

She slapped his arm, and he laughed. “Sorry, Trouble, but it’s true…anyway Em made it very clear I wasn’t allowed to engage with you. No matter how much I wanted to.”

She looked over him, in disbelief at what these past few weeks held for them. Harry Styles, her boyfriend was sharing his feelings with her, and it wasn’t even that weird to be with him. Actually, it felt pretty fucking perfect.

“So you chose to act like a foul-mouthed, prick?” She fired back raising her brows argumentatively.

He nodded, biting his lip and smirking, before looking at her for a second to see her face. “At least I got t’talk to you, and admit it Baby, y’pretty fucking sexy when you’re pissed with me.”

She scoffed at him. “And you’re dumb.”

He looked over for a second longer than he should’ve considering he was behind the wheel. “Don’t they say loves make you dumb, Trouble?”

Y/n felt her tummy curl. Love? Surely he hadn’t meant it like that. The car fell silent a soft eighties love song playing on the car speakers as Y/n melted into the leather passenger seat. She was tired, but the excitement of whatever Harry had planned had her too restless to nap. Anyway, it only took around 30 or so minutes of Harry cruising through windy back roads before the surprise was revealed.

She looked over at him, to find him already peering over at her. As she gasped out breathily. 

“...The beach?”

She looked out at the dark scene. The waves were deep, crashing, and wild. The reflection of the moon was a sombre scene across the almost black-looking ocean, and the chilly air made it seem all the more beautiful of a landscape. She’d been here before, many times. During most Summer holidays she would be invited to stay with the Styles at their beach house that was not far from here, maybe another two-minute drive or so. This beach held memories of countless afternoons sunbaking and reading, sunrises with Em, and a handful of beach bonfires mostly ending with Harry and Y/n taking care of Emma together.

She’d never been here during winter before, having never been here without the Styles to accompany her. It felt different now, and exciting to be here with just Harry. It was one of her fantasies. She’d had many nights where she laid awake in the twin bed of the beach house next to a snoring Emma dreaming of a romantic moment with Harry. Clinging to the crumbs of affection he gave her…a hand graze hers, a tug on her hair, a pat on the shoulder. She spun her own story of them being something but never imagined it would actually happen.

She turned to Harry, and once again she had to fight off the urge to pinch herself out of this unbelievably magical dream.

“What are we doing here?”

Harry smiled his hand landing on her knee, a welcome warmth during the cold of the night. “I was looking through m’camera roll and I found this photo of you and Em sunbaking right before I dumped a bucket of water all over y’both. Remember?”

She placed her hand on his admiring how large, veiny, and muscular it was. She’d always loved his hands. Tonight he had only his signet ring which was a family heirloom, on his pinky. She stroked it with her finger.

“Of course I do. Remember when we got our revenge?”

He rolled his eyes. “Was you’re idea wasn’t it, Trouble?

She grinned thinking back to the memory. It was a hazy blur of vibrant colours and laughs. That summer they were fourteen and Harry was sixteen, they’d all gotten up to lots of mischief that summer.

The whole time he had been obsessing over this girl who worked at the local cinema. When he’d finally managed to land a date, the girls had wreaked absolute havoc as revenge. He’d spent all afternoon picking out his outfit, fixing his hair to be perfect, and even shaved his slight stubble. The whole family teased him about how excited he was.

They’d been swimming in the pool when he came out to ask Emma if he could borrow her bike to ride to meet Cinema Girl at the ice cream shop. They’d been taking a break to sunbathe on the concrete in the sun when he came over to them.

Emma stood up and so did Y/n, they’d already devised their plan and were ready to take action. Y/n likes to pretend her interest in the ruining of his date had been all revenge-orientated but she knew deep down she was jealous of the curvy blonde surfer girl who was older than her who Harry had been drooling over. When Emma was the first to dive at him pushing him dangerously close to the pool, Y/n knew she needed to join her to knock his suddenly strong body into the water.

She remembers the way his hands clawed at her bare back, in hopes of pulling himself back up, but it was too late. He fell in with a big splash and an angry shout at the pair of them. Laughing so hard they clutched their stomachs when he resubmerged and the way the water fell over his head pathetically. The perfect curls on his head had been ruined, his white shirt soaked, shoes and all.

It was when he lifted himself out of the water absolute murder in his eyes that they finally fled the crime scene. Sprinting through the house and when his loud running was close by, they screamed heading through the front door. Y/n remembers running down the street in just a bikini, all wet, feet bare and as she squealed forgetting how fast Harry was when he wanted to be. Emma who was all legs and spindly back then was off miles ahead and was far from the pair of them. He’d caught Y/n with ease, arms coming around her waist and yanking her back.

“You are so dead, Trouble,”

It ended with him carrying her over his shoulder, hands dangerously close to her bum, and chucking her into the deep end of the pool. But she didn’t care, because after all that he cancelled the date and stayed in to watch Dirty Dancing with all of the girls. Anne, Gem, Em, and her. She noticed the way he smiled at the ending, and she dreamily contemplated if they’d ever have a movie-like dance scene.

She just smirked at him coming back to the present. “I was always the brains behind the operation.”

He eyed her, eyes hooded, “Y’think I didn’t know that?”

She felt herself blush. God, she had such a crush on her boyfriend.

“...Wanna go for a walk?” He asked, turning the engine off, and pulling her back to reality.

She nodded. “Of course. Do you have any other clothes to rug up?”

He looked in his backseat and grabbed a woollen blanket. “I came prepared for you.”

She smiled unbuckling her seatbelt as they stepped outside, the wind was freezing. Harry locked the car and walked around to her it was deserted here. Middle of the night, in the middle of English winter, so that wasn’t surprising.

He handed her the blanket and she wrapped it over her shoulders grabbing his arm and gripping his bicep. He leaned close to her as they walked down the beach. Sand slowed them down, as they walked slowly, listening to the waves crash.

Then she felt a cold speckle hit her face, and she looked up. “Styles, it’s snowing,”

“Oh, wow, it is.” He replied looking up at the snow, then down at her. Flecks caught in her lashes, and he leaned down to wipe them away. Cupping her face in his warm hands.

“You look so beautiful right now, Y/n.”

Y/n blushed, lifting her hand to cover her face. “No, I don’t I look all…sleepy,”

“You always look perfect, Trouble.” He replied, softly, his voice all gravelly. “Don’t hide from me.”

She moved her hands and he leaned down to kiss her. Hugging her close to him, and pulling her up to his lips, they kissed.

Snow fell softly onto them, as they cuddled closely to keep warm. Y/n wrapped them up in the blanket, and they fell into a deeper, more loving kiss. His tongue played with hers, and one of his hands moved to her hair and they melted together until all the air left their lungs. Forcing them to pull back and softly peck each other’s lips a few more times before Y/n rested her cheek near his beating heart.

They walked down to the rocks and back running and chasing each other through the sand, and snow, and god it was freezing, but being with Harry warmed her up more than any other mittens or jackets or fires could.

Jumping on his back and messing around dancing on the snowy beach for an hour, it felt like time slipped by in a wink. When it was around two thirty Harry decided to take them to the beach house for the night. He drove steadily only a street down the road and stopped out the front of this grand big old Victorian-style house painted a soft periwinkle colour, and Y/n felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her as she grabbed Harry’s hand and they stepped out of the car.

The street was silent, she could hear crickets and howling wind, as the snow speckled down onto them.

When they got inside the house it was cold — freezing, and the clothes hanging off their bodies were damp from the snow which made it even worse. As they stepped inside the cosy home it was dark, almost pitch-black but Y/n wasn’t scared because she could feel the heat of Harry’s body behind her following her inside, whispering softly in her ear. 

He grabbed her hand, and without turning on any lights he guided her upstairs to the upstairs lounge room. Even in the dark Y/n knew where they were going. It was like a library full of books floor to ceiling, and old antique possessions of Styles family, but it still had these comfy couches and a window seat to stare out at the ocean view. There was a golden-plated fireplace. Y/n remembers hiding away in here a few times when she couldn’t sleep, and sometimes Anne would bring her tea and blanket and kiss her head if she saw her inside. 

She had fond memories here, in this house, in this room. Some even with Harry, before he’d turned into a proper brooding teenage boy, they’d read Harry Potter and other fantasy novels stowed away in this room for hours during the summers. Emma wasn’t too fond of reading until she was older and could read erotica, which Y/n felt matched Emma’s taste quite well.

Y/n’s hand reached for the doorframe and Harry stepped inside first. It felt incredibly weird being here during the winter. But Harry’s warmth left it feeling like it was a romantic summer night.

He leaned down and began starting up a fire. Y/n admired the way he stacked the logs, his strong arms flexing as he did so, and he turned her. “Trouble, can y’get me some firelighters, please?” His tone was low like they had company asleep down the hall, even though they didn’t. 

The firelighters were downstairs, she nodded at him walked downstairs with his phone for a flashlight and hunted around for a few matches and firelighters. She found them easily, the layout of this home memorised in her mind, like every inch of the boy to whom it belonged. 

Pottering around, she made them each a warm tea to warm up. The kettled only took a moment to boil and she filled the mugs up to the bring. Some herbal thing Anne liked. The smell reminded Y/n of those late nights in the library room.

She carefully walked back upstairs her sock-covered feet so quiet on the hardwood floors. She found Harry scrunching up some newspaper and lighting it with a golden zippo from his pocket. She handed him the firelighters silently, and he smiled in thanks, noticing the two mugs of steam in her hands and motioned for her to sit down. She listened and sat down on the plush brown cushioned couch, and she watched him get the fire going and stood, grabbing some candlesticks from the mantle and lighting them. 

It would be a while until it warmed up the room, Y/n shivered placing the mugs down on a little coffee table, before grabbing the folded woollen blanket from behind her head and wrapped herself up in it. 

Harry joined her side and pulled her under his arm gently. He was so warm, and she melted into his side idly. Trying to shake the feeling this whole night was a dream and she’d wake up, fourteen in her twin bed, and none of this would have ever happened. But it was real.

He leaned down to capture her lips in his, his tender plush lips tasted of mint chewing gum and her lip mask, were real. The warmth spreading up her spine, the nervous race of her heart, and his chilled hands sliding up her back, were so real.Her feelings were the most real they’d ever been.

She kissed him back, with a rawness that was beginning to become familiar between them. The empty house filled with the noises of their soft gasps and sighs, and the gentle crackle of the logs burning away. Harry pressed closer to her, arms encircling her waist tightly. Holding her so close to him, as if he worried this was all a dream too and she’d slip away if he let go of her.

His chest was flush against hers, and Y/n’s hands tangled up in his messy hair to ensure he stayed right where she wanted him. Right here, forever if he’d let her. He was a welcomed warmth and the blanket slipped off their shoulders as the kiss grew more intense.

Their tongues clashed messily, and mouths parted like they were a source of oxygen for each other, soaking each other in. One of Harry’s hands moved to her hip tracing a familiar scar she’d got falling off a trampoline in his backyard. He remembers being the one to wait with her in the hospital while they stitched it.

His knee moved between both of hers, bumping them apart and pushing up closer as she began to fall back onto the couch arms still around his neck and hands in his hair. Moving down to lay on top of her she wrapped her legs around him. Hugging every inch of him closer to her. Her head was tucked up against one of the pillows on the couch, hips rocking against his as he hugged her tighter his hands sliding under peachy bum, squeezing the plump flesh there and sighing contently. 

“You are perfect,” Harry uttered, pulling back, kissing cheek and then her jaw. Pulling back again to admire her flushed face. His eyes burned into hers, as a tender look washed over him. “So fucking perfect, god, I could die happy knowing you’re all mine.”

And maybe it wasn’t I love you, but they both knew that’s what he meant. She smiled up at him, a grin, dazzling and toothy. The orange glow of the fire was just enough for him to see that beautiful smile and he melted at the sight. Was it too soon to marry this bloody girl?

He knew that whatever this girl wanted, needed, or asked, he’d do for her in a heartbeat. He was done for. That smile made him want to fall to his knees and kiss the floor she walked on. Her name was carved into his heart, in her soft handwriting, this was it. This was what he’d been waiting for. For her.

“Stay, Styles.” Was all she could muster, flustered and drunk on the taste of him. Her soft voice ran up his spine and he shivered, squeezing her tight.

“I’m not going anywhere, Baby,” He replied leaning down to nose at her neck shyly. Her hands slid under his shirt feeling his soft firm back to hold him here. Anchoring herself to him, she left her mark all over him and he felt his cock twitch. This girl had him wrapped around her little finger, and he didn’t even mind.

“Better not.” She replied breathily, as he kissed along her neck down to her breast nosing at his initial on her neck before moving to kiss along her collar bones.

“Take it off,” She muttered. His hands in no rush lifted off her first layer. Throwing the jumper down as he gazed at the dark long sleeve, tugging that off quickly too, and laughing when there was still another layer. It was the final one, a gauzy flimsy white singlet she was wearing. He could see her nipples pebbling at the cold air and the outline of her perfect body. “This too,” She said nodding.

His hands softly tugged it up off her and threw it along with the rest. Her hands tugged the hem of his many layers and he sat back on his bum to pull them off in one go, revealing his rippling muscles and perfect tattoos. The glow of the flames flickering against his body had a heat creeping between her thighs.

He was a total fucking sex god. She couldn’t get enough of him.

“Harry, you really are beautiful.” She said, all besotten, and the rotten-mouthed Harry Styles actually blushed red at her words. Blushed! A red rosy flush crept up his neck and cheeks, and he smiled shyly, mouth slightly parted.

He tried to find a teasing quip and for once fell flat because Y/n was already telling him to kiss her again, and that was enough to make him come back down, pressing their skin together. The feeling brought them both a comfort they hadn’t expected. Skin to skin, it felt like the closest thing to magic.

Both of them were still dressed in pants Y/n reached for his belt undoing it eagerly, as she never took her lips off his. Eventually, his pants were loose and Harry pulled back for a moment to tug them off messily. Y/n decided to do the same, leaving her in just a pair of silly knickers with cartoon fish on them.

Harry giggled thumbing at the pattern with his big hands. “You are so adorable, sweet girl.”

She smiled shyly blushing. “Shut up and kiss me again, Styles.”

So he did, and things began to heat up as Y/n rucked up against his hips more desperately. A throbbing heat, aching for some form of relief, seeking out his stiffening cock. She rubbed herself softly on his thigh whimpering into his mouth. Positioning herself to rub against him, and what was poking hard into her leg.

And he laughed softly at her neediness, moving his lips to kiss her neck again, resting his face in the crook there pressing even firmer against her. Not realising until now how much he craved to fill her sweet little pussy up. His cock stiffened at the feel of warm wet slick dripping from her cute goofy knickers onto him, and began to push against her. Moaning into her skin, smelling her, and letting himself be completely captivated by her.

She whined at the feel of him. “Harry,” She sighed, all breathy. God, he loved when she said his name, but he did like when she said pretty much anything in that breathy sort of way she got when she was being taken care of underneath him.

He moved back to place a peck on her lips, before travelling down her body, first capturing a nipple in his mouth. Sucking, biting, and teasing her. Loving the sounds that she made from his supple mouth. Whiny gasps of pleasure and wet kisses filled the air.

He kissed further down to her navel and along her hips, a teasing bite against her flesh that made her squeal and laugh, jolting up slightly. “Styles!”

He peppered kissings over the bite in apology, licking a long stripe across it. “Mmm.”

He travelled further down, near the hem of her knickers, at eye level with the gorgeous slick stain begging to be lapped up by him. He looked up to find her already staring down at him, and his hands moved to hips as he nosed at her warmth, watching her squirm from the soft touch. The heady and delicious scent of her perfect pussy filled his senses as he gripped the hem of her knickers desperately.

“G’na be a good girl and let m’take care of you?” He asked her, one of his hands moving up to stroke her cheek gently. Dragging back down her body slowly waiting for her answer, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing against his palm.

She nodded eagerly grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “Please, please, need you, Daddy,” She whispered sultrily.

“Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna take care of you, Angel.” He replied, moving his hand back down and tugging them down languidly, throwing them to the floor. Welcoming her with the sight of her pretty, wet, pussy. Lips splayed out like a flower in bloom. A pearly sheen coated all over her legs and Harry licked his lips at the sight of her. 

He was so hungry to taste her and lick into that pretty hole of hers. The low light of the fire cast a gentle light over her beautiful soft flesh and silky skin. Slowly inching his face closer and he guided her legs over his shoulders, heels landing on his back and thighs pressing to his cheeks, as his hot breath hit her pussy causing her to squeeze her eyes tight and her hands to clench the couch cushion, shivering. His nose bumped into her puffy clit, as he pressed a gentle kiss into her lips. 

She breathed out softly, hands moving to his messy hair to hold him there. He began to suck on her clit, causing her hips to jolt up in surprise. His big strong hands came up to push her thighs back toward her, folding her in half, and keep her still while he ate her like she was his last meal.

“Fuck,” She uttered, bringing one of her hands up to her mouth. Harry started by licking up all the mess she’d made between her pretty little thighs getting worked up from their kissing. Normally one to tease her a lot more, but in this moment, he just wanted her to feel the best she ever had.

He noticed the noises she was making were muffled, and not as loud as he wanted, and pulled back to find her hand over her mouth.

“Y/n, Baby, don’t keep me from hearing those filthy little sounds, please.” He said one of his hands grabbing at her wrist, and the begging tone had her dropping them to her sides and squeezing the plush couch.

She blushed bashfully, “Sorry, used to needing t’be quiet, H,”

He smiled at her. “Don’t worry. It’s just us…you and me.” Before moving back down, and tonguing her fluttering hole, his thumb came up to toy with her clit. When she moaned for him, back arching up, and heels pressing further into his muscled back he smirked against her. Pulling back for a moment to praise her gently. “Much better, sucha’ good girl f’ me, love hearing your lil’ noises.”

She whined when his mouth moved up to suck on her clit, and one of his long fingers made its way to stretch her out. It slid in easily, until he was knuckle deep, “Fuck, Daddy,”

He started to curl inside her and move, fucking her, and the noises that escaped her pussy and swollen lips had him fucking his hips against the couch, cock painfully hard. When he added another finger, he could feel the tightness as she squeezed around him. He had started to hit that spot inside her, and the way he was licking at her clit, and suckling on it, her toes were curling and her hands had fallen into his already messy hair. Nails scratching at his scalp and tugging on his hair when he did something made her body twitch involuntarily.

“Oh, yes, there,” She whined when his fingers curled and grazed that spot. “G’na make me cum, Daddy? Can I?” She begged.

He pulled back, fingers still going. “Cum for Daddy, Princess.” Before going back to lick into her again.

She did, one that snuck up her. Causing a surprised gasp to escape her lips. 

A white-hot wave flooded over her whole body, causing her to shake, pussy pulsating against him, and toes curling. Sparks snapping down her spine, as a mewl left her throat. Her hips stuttered, and one of her hands moved to claw at his shoulder. He hissed against her but he didn’t stop, and Y/n felt her legs tremble, and she was going to tell him to stop but he felt so good. Despite her feeling sensitive from her previous orgasm, his tongue had her closing her eyes, a heat growing once again, as she rocked her hips chasing that familiar feeling.

He was an expert at it, and it had taken him barely any time to become a master of her body, and knew exactly how to make her finish over and over.

He licked into her cunt, lapping up the tangy sweet flavour of her. Moaning loudly as he tongued her clit, he couldn’t get enough. If he could sustain from just eating Y/n’s sweet little cunt, he’d eat her for all his meals.

Only a few minutes later she was falling apart again, a mess, but this time she squirted all over him. Unexpectedly, she felt a different feeling crash through her, and she screamed out clenching her eyes shut and her legs came to clamp around his head uncontrollably. Harry’s eyes peered up at her one of his hands playing with her nipple and squeezing her soft fleshy breast. A wetness coating his chin and throat, god, she thought for a moment there she stopped seeing and hearing for a second, when she came back to Harry pulled off her with a popping sound and her legs fell limp on either side of him. 

His fingers slide out leaving her empty, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked off the last of her. Sitting back on his knees and watching her, hands still wrapped around her legs caressing them as they trembled.

She felt herself clench around nothing, thinking about empty she felt now, and how badly she wanted his perfect dick inside her. He leaned forward again, nose brushing her tummy, as he thumbed over swollen wet petals. Her cross necklace and chain with her initial tickled her skin as he got closer to her neck. “Fuck, it’s so easy to ruin this little pussy, Baby,”

He smirked at her shiver. “Haven’t even fucked you with m’cock yet, and you’re already a mess f’me, my sweet girl.” One of his hands came up to brush some of her stray hairs away from her face. “Hmm, so beautiful.”

She melted into his touch and took a few shaky breaths as he continued to play with her sensitive pussy and hair. “Daddy…” She shut her eyes. “Need you, please,”

He looked down at her tauntingly, hand stroking her cheek. As he hovered over her naked body. He looked edible. His lips were red and probably tasted of her, a devilish smirk crept over his face. And his body, ugh, she wanted to swallow him whole. 

“Need me, huh? What d’ya mean?” He teased her, and she pouted up at him. Using her foot to kick his bum in faux annoyance.

“Harryyyy!” She really had missed him, and she really did love this boy. Messy hair, rotten mouth, tattoos, long past of other girls, his habit of teasing her for everything. She loved all of him, and shes certain she always will.

“Babyyyy.” He said back, leaning down to kiss her neck some more, leaving a mark on her collarbone. Laying on her, boxer-covered cock pressing against her warm pussy.

She pouted some more. “Pleaseee.” Her long nails came up to her arms and scratched his biceps, they were so fleshy and strong, she felt so safe wrapped up in them. He smelt delicious, and she nosed at his neck. He smelt like normal — tobacco and vanilla but had a hint of something just Harry, a heady smell that coated his skin. She wished she could stay in this moment forever. Her thighs and legs came up to wrap around him and squeeze him closer if that was even possible.

He stopped his kisses and pressed his nose to hers, brushing them together. “Please what? Can’t help if you won’t be a good girl and tell Daddy what you want…” His thumb came up to rub along her bottom lip. “Hmm? Princess?”

She blushed, staring right into his green eyes, and melted into his palm. “Can you please, please, put that pretty cock inside me, Daddy? I need it. Haven’t seen you in a week. I missed you.” Pouting her lips, she lifted her nails to his sides, scratching along his muscles and tattoos. “Please. Wanna feel you. All of you.”

He shivered at her touch, he couldn’t believe his bloody luck, pretty little Y/n from next door was begging for his cock and she was all his. His pretty girl.

He kissed her, a long one, tongues dancing together playfully, “Such a good girl f’me, Trouble.” He said against her lips and kissed her some more. His hips rutted against hers, and she rubbed against him moaning and kissing him back lazily. He could feel his boxers getting damp from her slick.

He kissed her like that until she was squeezing him so tightly, and whining loud enough that he knew it was evil to make her wait any longer. He pulled back pecking her nose and then forehead, “Y’want me inside, Baby?” His veiny tattooed hand came up to rub her tummy absentmindedly thinking of how full she’d be of him, how he’d be in her tummy hitting all those spots.

She nodded biting her lip. “God yes. You want that too, right, Styles?” She said breathlessly canting her hips against his throbbing cock.

“Yeah, I really fucking missed you, Trouble.” He said, and he sat back on his knees again tugging his boxers off. His cock sprung up, bobbing against his belly, all swollen and hard for her. As big as always, she would never get used to the sight of him. Dripping in pearls of precum, and probably a bit of her slick. His prick was all veiny, big, and hers. Her mouth watered, and she was tempted to slip him inside her throat for a taste.

She hadn’t realised her mouth was hanging open, but when Harry laughed she came back to, “What?”

“You’d think I’d never fucked you before,” He teased, licking his lips.

She sat up, eyes still trained on his stiff prick, unable to look away. “Not my fault you’re abnormally large, Styles, it’s what gives you the right to walk around like you’re gods gift,” She paused hand coming out to give him a few lazy strokes, he hissed when her thumb ran over his leaking slit. “This perfectly crafted fucking dick. Made just f’me. Right?”

His head fell back, and his eyes squeezed shut, how could feel so close to coming just from her hand tugging him a few times? Christ. His hips started fucking into her hand desperately against his mind’s better judgement, this woman had him under a spell. “Yes, Princess, all of me is made for you.” 

She pressed their foreheads together and guided the tip to touch her. Gently pressing into her wetness.

He whined. “Y/n, mm fuck, Angel,” And slowly entered her, feeling her squirm at the size of him. Stopping when he was all the way inside her. He nosed at her throat and felt her arms and legs wrap around him tightly. “You okay?”

She nodded and kissed his cheek, “Yeah, Styles, I’m good. Move f’me.”

As he started to pump inside her at a slow pace, he could feel how wet, tight, and hot she was inside. He had to fight not to finish quickly. Moaning loudly, as her hands scratched into his skin.

“Mm, shit,” She whispered squeezing hers shut, despite the fact he was moving slowly his thrusts were still deep and hitting her g-spot hard, her body was relaxed from two orgasms, and she didn’t know if she’d last long.

“Feel good, Petal?” He asked.

She nodded bumping their noses together. “Kiss me, please.”

So he did, a deep kiss, and his thrusts unconsciously went faster. Hitting that spot rapidly, and she was moaning loudly against his lips, she pulled apart to let her fall down as she panted.

“I think you’re gonna make me cum, fuck,” She mewled, and the way her pussy clenched on his cock he knew she was telling the truth, one of his hands snuck between them and while still keeping the same pace he rubbed her puffy little clit and felt it throb at his touch.

“Cum, Baby.” He ordered.

Her legs tightened around his hips and she hugged him, shaking fiercely, and cried out soft calls of his name. And he felt a dampness shoot over his thighs and cock. She’d squirted again, and he kissed her at that.

“Good girl, so good,” He cooed, pumping her through it, as he felt his own orgasm not far off.

She kissed his neck. “Will you cum in my pussy, Daddy, please? Wanna be full of you.”

And the unexpected words that spilled from his mouth made his cock twitch, and heat pool in his stomach. “Yes, Princess, m’ close.”

His head fell into the crook of her neck and shoulder and he grunted, hips speeding up and becoming more sloppy all at once.

“Yes, Daddy, cum f’me. Mmm.” She moaned, and her pussy clenched on him. And he whined, hips stuttering at her words.

“Fuck, Baby,”

It was only a few more seconds of him pounding into her and he came, hard, a guttural groan left his lips and he fucked her until all of his cum was stuffed inside her. She whimpered at the feeling, and he fell on top of her tiredly, and she hugged him close.

He lifted his head up to kiss her, cock still buried deep in her. “I- you are so perfect, I wish we could stay like this forever, Trouble.” He almost said it — those three words, but he didn’t want her to get the wrong impression. He wanted to say I love you without her thinking it had anything to do with sex.

“Me too, Styles.” She replied smiling.

They kissed a long, unhurried kiss.

When they pulled back Harry shifted them into a different position leaving his softened prick inside her for a few more minutes. Not quite ready to pull out of her.

Her back pressed into his chest, and he wrapped his big arms around her waist, squeezing her nice and close to him. Stroking her head and peppering kisses all over her, she sighed softly into his touch and in a few minutes she was asleep.

Deep heavy breaths rose and fell in his arms, letting her rest like that for a few more minutes. When he felt his eyes start to droop too, he kissed her head and woke her up to make sure they wouldn’t be all sticky. She moved over and Harry walked to the bathroom. He came back with a warm flannelette and wiped her bits and legs, kissing the tender areas as he did. She whimpered at the feeling, and Harry made sure to peck her lips and whisper sweet nothings to her.

They got back onto the couch, deciding to sleep nice and close to the fire, Harry threw the blanket over them tucking Y/n into his chest, his back against the sofa, and hers against him. Hugging her so tight she wouldn’t be able to escape, even when he lulled off he held her like the most precious thing in the world.

The fire raged for a good few hours, and when they woke up a bit later to the alarm they set to make sure Y/n got back for her class in time. Harry helped her get dressed and fixed her hair, guiding her sleepy form to the car and letting her sleep during the drive back home. Making sure to take care of her, one of his hands resting on his thigh for most of the drive.

As they drove home the sun was rising and Y/n’s soft sleepy snores filled the car, Harry watched her sleeping with the utmost admiration.

“I love you.” He whispered to himself looking at her through tired eyes. 

It was around seven thirty when they pulled up to Y/n’s house. She sleepily knuckled her eyes, and they both looked ruined, having got only four or so hours of rest.

Harry woke her gently rubbing her shoulder. “Home, Baby,”

She groaned wiping her eyes and stirring. Before leaning over to him, “I don’t wanna goooo…”

He smiled at her and moved his hand to caress her head. “Want me to pick you up after your lecture? I’ll make you some food, and we can nap. Hmm?”

She nodded. “Sounds good, Baby,”

He leaned over to peck her lips and then unbuckled his belt to open her door for her and walk her inside. 

Hand in hers he walked her to the door, Y/n threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply as Harry’s hands travelled down to her peachy bum and squeezed it. Harry placed one final peck on her puffy lips and tucked his head into her neck spinning her around in a tight hug before plopping her back on her feet and kissing her hand that was joined to his before waving goodbye and heading back to his car.

What the two hadn’t seemed to notice was Emma’s peering gaze from behind one of the many big oaks. For once she’d gotten up early, made it to her six o’clock pilates class, and was actually on her way to walk with Y/n to their Pysch class, two large seasonal coffee cups in her hands and a cute little teal workout set on ready to triumph the day. This was probably the second time in the semester Emma hadn’t been hungover or slept in and was actually here to attend the lecture with Y/n. 

So of course Y/n hadn’t expected to see her best friend, and Emma of course had not expected to see any of that.

She had been whistling happily, chirpily walking two warm delicious smelling coffees and a hop in her step. The sun was shining despite the winter air, and she only had one more exam and she was done for the Uni semester! What was there to be annoyed about? And even though this Pysch lecturer was insane, at least she’d be with lovely Y/n who would definitely tell her all the answers to the quiz that was going to take place.

She’d been so excited to surprise Y/n with a coffee and a muffin and plan the many many many parties over their coming winter break on the walk to campus. But she’d immediately stopped in her tracks when she saw her brother’s car. What the fuck was Harry doing there? Maybe shagging one of Y/n’s roomies?

But when she saw Y/n step out of the car in her pyjamas, and all close to him, Emma knew. 

She watched them kiss and giggle and had to fight the urge not to throw up, scream, or cry. Instead of doing any of those things she froze and ducked down behind the tree hiding from Harry’s car as it drove off. 

Devising silently what to do with this situation, she sat down on the grass and waited for a couple of minutes. Catching her breath and calming down from the shock.

Before soon heading to knock on the door and pretend she hadn’t seen a thing, she decided it would be best to mull things over, despite the rage thrumming through her, she plastered the biggest smile she could and waited for Y/n.

Y/n answered, now changed into a fresh set of warm comfy clothes for the lecture. A cosy big knit and a skirt with thick tights under, and these tall boots. She had a brush in her hand and was raking it through her messy hair. 

“Oh! Em! What’re you doing here?” Y/n said, peering up owlishly, and smiling. Not having expected to see Emma of all people, especially so early. She only joined the class because Y/n was taking it and then never came to a single lesson this semester.

Emma raised the two coffee cups. “We still have Psych this morning right? I bought those new cinnamon roll syrup coffees, Babe. You said you wanted to try them.”

Y/n smiled, pulling her in for a hug, “Oh you’re the best come up, I still need to do my makeup and then we can start walking, yeah?”

Emma nodded a tight-lipped smile and followed Y/n up to her room. 

Now that Emma thought about it, Y/n had been happier than normal, and Harry had been more relaxed. Less of a grumpy old oaf, and much calmer. She hadn’t seen a string of people leaving in the morning and Harry coming down hungover. She hadn’t heard drunken stumbling inside, she hadn’t smelt the familiar potent smell of Harry smoking upstairs, and she hadn’t noticed his lack of appearance at most events where Y/n wasn’t. Not until right now.

God, how could she be so stupid!!! Was she blind? She didn’t know how she hadn’t realised. She knew Y/n had fancied him when they were younger, and Harry had their whole friendship, but she’d made it clear to both of them that she didn’t approve.

How had this whole thing slipped past her? Why were they keeping it from her? Obviously, she didn’t approve! How could she? Her brother fucked anything that moved since he was fourteen, a party boy, drugs and sex a part of his daily ritual. Parties every night, and a thirst for people that could not be quenched. 

Though she loved him he had many great qualities, he was and always would be the boy who came in wrecking all her friendships by shagging the girls and ditching them.

And Y/n was hers, her best friend, and she had warned him many times that he could not go there with Y/n. Y/n was untouchable, off-limits, and innocent. Y/n wasn’t a party girl, she stayed home reading or studying, watching cheesy old shows and calling her grandma every Tuesday during her break between lectures. Y/n was perfect and sweet. She had such little experience with boys and life.

The handful of interactions Y/n had with boys had been due to Emma’s involvement, having only been with two boys her whole life. Jeremiah from sixth form who she’d lost her virginity to, Keiran an Irish lad they’d met on their holiday to Greece during a Uni summer who Y/n had spent a few weeks with. They’d met up in a few different countries that summer and shared a short romance that ended when he went back to Dublin and Y/n to London. They’d mainly just kissed, but Emma managed to find out from Y/n that Keiran was particularly good with his mouth and had a thing for eating girls out, he preferred it to sex.

Emma had also hooked up with both of them. She had given Jeremiah a blowie a year before he took an interest in Y/n at a house party. In Greece, Emma had been the one to kiss Keiran on the dancefloor before moving on to his friend Jordon who was a rugby player for the Cork team when she realised Keiran was not a famous rugby player, only a builder. 

Emma never liked the idea of anyone taking advantage of Y/n, she was sweet, and she knew her brother had to be using her for a shag. Y/n would be of no use to him otherwise. Just another notch in his belt.

Harry would never be a boyfriend guy, and Emma knew Y/n wasn’t fuck buddy material she would get attached to a pigeon in the park if it ate enough of her crumbs.

Emma refused to believe Y/n could be as naive as to fall for it. Harry was masterful with his charm, and so was she. The two siblings chewed people and spat them back out. Y/n had always noticed the restlessness about them. So, Emma could recognise what they were, and accept that settling down just wasn’t in their nature.

As Emma watched Y/n place some blush on her cheeks in the ensuite, she walked over to where Y/n’s phone was charging. A few messages popped up on the screen.

Harry Styles🍒

You are so cute, show me your outfit for today.

Call me when you are done, Baby. Em should be at Zayns we can just chill. XX

Emma gritted her teeth and placed the phone down. 

She had to think of a way to stop this and prove what Harry’s true intentions were. He couldn’t possibly love her or care, there was no way.

The walk to campus was nice, the cold had turned to a crisp clear day, and as they walked through the main bustling part of campus they saw Niall and a bunch of his frat friends chatting by Lily’s Cafe, which was the best spot on campus. It had cheap coffee that tasted good and food that didn’t look like it’s gonna run away from you.

Y/n worked there in her first year, Zayn was a barista there so they had been heading there for free donuts before their lecture. Niall spotted them, he was in a backward cap and a cosy-looking oversized crewneck and sweats, he jogged over.

“Sexy ladies, what are we up to?”

Emma rolled her eyes. “What does it look like, we are here to get a jet to Dubai, we are obviously getting coffee.”

Y/n giggled. “Don’t worry, Ni, Em is not a morning person.”

Niall rolled his eyes. “What’s got you moody Em, Zayn ain’t as good in the sack as rumours say?”

“Shut up, Niall.”

Emma and Niall never really got along, they butted heads a lot, and Niall was one of the only people to stand up to her. He thinks the reason Emma hates him is because back in first year they’d come to a frat party and of course, he’d spotted them instantly.

Y/n had been in his pink flowy dress, her hair styled up in a sleek look, big gold hoops on her ears and she looked beautiful. Niall remembers working his way over to flirt with her and being rudely interrupted by Emma. She was fit too, with a black dress and an attitude, but she wasn’t Y/n.

He hadn’t known Emma was Harry’s sister, he should’ve known from the attitude and brooding good looks, but he hadn’t put two and two together until Harry walked over to tell the girls off for coming when he’d told them not to. 

Emma walked into Lily’s as Y/n stood next to Niall. 

“How are you, mate?”

Niall lifted his arm to wrap around her shoulder and pull her into his side. “I’ll be better tonight. Please tell me you are coming?”

Y/n sighed. “Oh god, what’s tonight?”

“Cops, robbers, and sluts party at Sigma Pi Gamma.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Peter’s frat. I fucking hate that prick.”

Niall laughed. “No one likes him, Babe,”

“I don’t know if I’ll go…” Y/n said absently, thinking about curling up with Harry watching Murder She Wrote and eating Chinese takeaway.

“You have to come, if you don’t I’ll have to deal with Paddy and his mates alone. I need you..bring Styles, I need my emotional support friends.”

Y/n smiled at him. Now that she thinks about it Niall was probably one of her closest friends other than Emma. Even though Emma always tried to talk down on him. “I’ll talk to him, Em probably already planned on dragging me there tonight. What are you going as a cop or a robber?”

Niall smirked cheekily. “I’m going as a slut obviously.”

“We’ll see if I can find a costume in time. I don’t think I have anything.”

Niall shrugged and they both watched Emma through the glass window as she curled up in Zayn’s arms. “I’m sure Emma will. She’s pretty much been to every party on campus since you two arrived. Even when she was sick last month I still saw her at Seth’s place, she’s sure to have a costume for you.”

“Why don’t you two get along?” Y/n asked after a moment of silence as they soaked in the rays of the sun that today provided, the snow had stopped.

Niall laughed. “Other than the fact she’s creepily obsessed with you? She’s never liked me. I think it’s ‘cause of that one time.”

Y/n frowned. Since when was Emma obsessed with her? Emma only really cared about herself, and Y/n felt guilty as the thought crossed her mind, but Emma really did only ever focus on herself. Her outfit, her hair, her looks, her current boy of the week. Her frown deepened, what one time?

“What time? Did you two hook up or summat?” Y/n asked curiously.

Niall burst out in a cackle. “Her? And me? Puh-lease kid. She’s so not my type.”

It was true, Niall liked softness…everyone he’d dated had been like gentle teddy bears.

“What then? Flirt with a guy she fancied?” Y/n questioned. Emma got pretty territorial.

“My flirting seems to be rather forgettable, Babe.”

“Huh?”

“Do you remember your first freshers party?” Niall asked.

Y/n thought back to her first party. She wore a flowy pink dress that Harry said made her look like fairy floss, and he’d been pissed that she even came out he didn’t like them drinking. 

“Sure, summer theme right?”

He nodded. “I flirted with you all night.”

Y/n laughed in disbelief. “You did?!”

Niall smirked. “Yeah, then both your guard dogs barked at me for it. You didn’t seem to notice though.”

Y/n giggled. As if Harry cared.

“Y/n that boy has been obsessed with you since forever.”

She rolled her eyes. “No way.”

Niall then in an instant pulled up a photo of the four of them on his phone. Niall, Emma, Harry, and Y/n at a party in the girls first year, they were all dressed up for Pride in rainbows and celebrating. Harry was mooning down at her staring as Y/n grinned under Niall’s shoulder.

“Look at the way he looks at you.”

Y/n smiled, blushing. “God, he’s so annoying.”

“He’s in love,” Niall replied, certain, and Y/n leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“You are a romantic aren't you, Horan?”

To that, the boy ruffled her hair. “Maybe I actually believe in it now. Are you gonna help me with Paddy?”

She nodded, “Of course, mate,” 

This warm fuzzy feeling stayed with Y/n all the way to the Styles place. The day had turned beautiful so she’d decided to walk there. 

Emma had left to be with Zayn but they promised to see each other at that party that night. Apparently, it was impreative that Y/n come, and now that Niall had begged her she had no choice. 

When Y/n arrived at the flat she found Harry half asleep in his boxers on the couch doing a Uni assignment. Laptop on his lap and a blanket wrapped around him. He looked up at the sound of someone using the key in the door.

She stepped inside smiling at him. God, wasn’t her boyfriend yummy?

“Hey Baby, you walked?” He said happily and was going to get up to greet her but Y/n practically flew on the couch, dumping her bag on the floor and landing in his arms.

She nuzzled into his side and kissed his neck in a warm greeting. 

“Stylessss,” She mewed out, the weight of their practically sleepless night hitting her now as she melted into his side.

“Baby,” He sighed back, a hint of arousal melted down his spine at the way her lips kissed his neck ready to give her anything she asked. Jesus, this girl. His girl. She’d be the death of him. He’d spent half the night making love to her, and now she was doing this, and he was almost ready to go again and she’d hardly touched him.

Harry had to admit to himself that having a girlfriend, especially when it was Y/n was actually rather lovely. If you asked him a few months ago about his thoughts of relationships he’d say he dreaded the idea of being stuck with one person. The idea of being tied to only one, and feeling stuck, but now that he had his Y/n he didn’t feel that at all. He’d gladly stick to her for the rest of his life.

He was completely and utterly besotted with her, so when she looked up at him in her cute little way he knew he’d soon be agreeing to whatever she asked of him.

“Can you do me a favour?” She practically purred, fluttering her lashes and looking up at him. She knew he’d give in, he was a sucker for her eyes. He always talked about how much he loved them, her pretty bedroom eyes.

“What is it, Trouble?” He asked, his pupils already dilating at the way she pressed her hand into his thigh rubbing him with her soft hand. She really was trouble.

She fluttered her eyes at him once more. “I’ll give you anything you want if…” She paused licking her lips and leaning in closer.

“If I what, Trouble?” He asked, biting his lip and lifting his hand to push the hair that had fallen in front of her face away. “Hmm? What is it, Baby?”

She dropped the act, bringing her hands together in a begging motion, “If you pretty please come to this ridiculous party tonight to help Niall with Paddy’s mates? Plus Em was gonna drag me anyway, I need you with me. Pleaseeee!”

Harry groaned throwing his head back against the top of the couch, showing off his neck that was covered in marks from last night. He really had not wanted to anything but sleep and hopefully hangout with his girlfriend in peace.

“Babyyy, we were gonna have a nice night innnn, I’m so tireddd.” Harry whined out his hands covering his face, he’dalready planned a night of binging that silly show Y/n liked and kissing her, a lot.

She nods, pouting, and putting her hands on his shoulders rubbing them softly with her palms. “I know, Baby, I know, but if you do I promise you won’t regret it.”

He looks up, a devilish smirk crossing onto his face. “What will you give me if I do, hmm?”

She smirks back at him and leans forward to plant a kiss on his lips, they taste like toothpaste and strawberries. He must have been eating them before she got here. She lets out a soft little moan against his lips as his hands creep up under her shirt. God, she really can’t get enough of this boy. He’s just..ugh. Her need for him is insatiable.

His hands grip her tighter and he pulls onto his lap urgently. She giggles against his kiss and lets her hands mess with his gorgeous hair, her nails scratching the nape of his neck causing him to sigh out. She pulls back and begins to pepper kisses down his neck and shoulders, over his swallows tattoos and further down. 

“Please?” She asks, pouting her lips and fluttering her beautiful eyes at him. 

He looks at her, “Y/n, don’t do the face.” He’s almost begging because he wants to give this girl the whole world and more, for nothing in return.

She moves off his lap sinking to her knees onto the floor of the plush shag carpet, and she places her hands on his thighs, sitting between his muscular legs. She begins to caress his legs gently, her small delicate hands slowly travelling further and further up his bare legs. “What face?”

He throws his head back for what feels like the thousandth time. “God, Baby,”

She sits up a bit, tucking her feet under her bum, kneeling right before him as her hands travel to his waistband playing with it teasingly. He shivers under her touch arching into it subconsciously. “Should I stop, Styles?”

He shakes his head looking back down at her and biting his lip. “No.” Harry slowly moves one of his down to her face, he rubs warm skin, a big hand cupping her cheek like he’s done many times before. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

She kisses the palm of his hand in response and then moves forward to kiss his tiger tattoo on his muscular thigh. He lets go of her face moving his hand into her hair and pushing it back from her eyes. “So pretty, Baby,”

She blushes and then moves her kisses up along his other thigh and nipping at the milky flesh of the inner part of his muscle, leaving a little pink love bite that causes his breath to hitch and dick to rise in his boxers even more. Fuck. She was fucking made for him. No one had ever understood him and his body so well. Not like his Y/n.

He lets go of her face grabs her small hand in his brings it up to his waistband and puts it inside his boxers and she feels him. She slowly pulls his hard throbbing dick out with the help of his hand guiding her. As she lets go it springs up against his tummy and she shuffles closer and looks up at him.

“What do you want, Daddy?” She whispers. “My mouth or my hands?”

Harry smirks bringing his hand yet again to her face dragging a thumb across her glossy lips. 

“Mouth baby.” He drawls, as his hand slides down her throat gently stroking the side of her neck before drifting to her shoulder and pulling her even closer to him.

She leans down, her warm breath fanning against him, as her glossy lips graze his pretty pink tip. Then, one little kitten licks teasing against his glistening cock, and his hands instantly come flying down to her hair. Without much thought, he tugs it back out of her face so she can get to work on him just how he likes.

She purses her lips a trail of spit landing on his hard cock, dripping down all the way to his balls. She opens her mouth and then slowly takes the head of him in her mouth, sucking gently, causing Harry to moan. His thighs flex as he fights not to push up into the back of her tight hot throat.

As Y/n expertly starts to move up and down on him, he clenches his jaw letting out a deep grunt. The part of him Y/n can’t fit in her mouth she grabs with her hand that is already covered in slick from his messy tip. This causes Harry’s thighs to shake a little bit as his hips stutter into her mouth. She makes a choked noise bringing him out of the haze of pure bliss she’d given him. He doesn’t want to be too rough with her, but she’s making it hard.

“Sorry, Petal,” He says, a pinched expression covering his features as he looks down at her. “You just make me feel s’good.”

She has tears in her eyes as she takes him ever deeper, the sight in front of him is downright filthy. His pretty girl takinghis big cock in her little lips, choking and crying over it, all desperate to make him. He watches her, as her throat chokes around him. Y/n fights the urge to stop — her lungs begging for her to take a breath. Harry’s eyes practically roll back in his skull and he moans. 

“Oh, fuck, Trouble.”

She pulls up for a gasp of air, her hand still stroking him at the pace he likes, the trail of spit a mess on him and her hand. His tip is leaking pearls of precum, and his prick twitches in her grasp. Despite her only just starting he feels close, so close. Dangerously, so.

“You can be rougher if you want, Daddy,” She says breathily. “I won’t mind.”

He brings his hand to her face, “C’mere.”

She pouts. “But I promised to take care of you.” She says not moving from her kneeling position.

“I know Baby, and I’m so close to cumming. Pretty fucking mouth. All mine.” He praises gently caressing her head. “But I want you. Need to fuck you.” He asks pleadingly. “Will you let me, Angel?”

Y/n agrees at that and climbs messily onto his lap. He kisses her, with a deep passion that makes her tummy curl deliciously with want. Harry tugs the layers of her clothes off in a mess with rough hands. He’s wild, untamable, not stopping until she’s just in her cute icy blue bra and that skirt with the little tights that drive him wild. He’d always been a sucker for Y/n’s short skirts.

“Are you particularly attached to these tights, Trouble?” He says softly as he peppers kisses down her neck It is making it awfully hard for her to think straight let alone form a coherent sentence.

“Hmm, no, why?” She says breathily, eyes fluttering shut in his firm gentle hold.

His answer is one of his strong hands travelling over the curve of her body to her rounded ass, and clawing at the flimsy fabric until he has access to the pale-coloured knickers she was wearing and better access to her silky supple skin. She tugs his hair and kisses his lips hastily, too horny to care about her tights as he begins to toy with her already-dampened knickers.

She whines into his mouth pulling back as she drags her hips along his exposed, sensitive length. “Mm, fuck, Daddy.”

This causes Harry to falter letting out a deep groan. “You’re s’fucking beautiful. You know tha’?”

Y/n giggles in reply.  Slowly moving her hand from his chest down to in between them, she grabs her knickers pulling them to the side. She knows what she wants, and she’s going to get it. With her slick-covered fingers, she grasps his aching cock. It throbs with want against her palm, and she guides the leaking head to her entrance. She winces at the sting of him, and Harry watches her with hooded eyes as his hands massage her bum. He watches as Y/n slowly takes him inside of her.

The head of him nudging past her folds, her sweet pussy slowly enveloping the rest of him. When Y/n finally sinks all the way down she lets out a straggled cry, Harry groans into her ear trying to keep his pleasure at bay. “Oh fuck, right there.” She whispers into his neck, giving herself a second before she moves.

“You okay, Trouble?” He asks quietly brushing some hair from her face and kissing her hairline.

She looks up into his eyes and nods at him. “I’m good Styles. You?” She whispers back as the burning sensation melts into something of toe-curling pleasure.

He nods as a heart-stopping grin splits across his face and he leans close to place a few kisses on her lips. “I wish I could be inside this pussy, all day, every day. You know that?”

She whines and starts to move a little, grinding forward causing him to graze that spot that makes her eyes roll back, she gasps a little and Harry didn’t know he could be this fucking turned on. She repeats that motion a few times before finally getting her knees in the right position to start bouncing up and down on him. He watches her with those green eyes as Y/n starts to move up and down.

Her hands fly to his hair tugging it, as her lips clash against his messily. Feeling his lips on hers grounds her, her body shakes in pleasure as he grunts from her rough tugs on his hair which only sends shots of pleasure to her tummy. Why hadn’t she tried this position with him sooner? It felt so fucking good she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to last long. He’s so deep like this.

Harry’s hands move from her ass, travelling up her spine, ring-covered fingers gently dragging up her soft skin causing her to shiver, as they eventually fall back to her plush hips and help guide her.

As if he could read her mind, one of his big hands comes between them, right where they connect and he grazes her puffy clit. Pulling back from the kiss to tell her sweet nothings. 

“Keep going, Baby,” He encourages as she keeps up the pace. Making sure each bounce she gets him inside her deeper and deeper. His fingers are still persistent on her causing shockwaves of pleasure to wash over her.

Her hands move to his muscular shoulders and she wraps herself up in his embrace, her face right in his neck as she listens to the moans and sounds he makes. She squeezes her eyes shut and focuses on the rhythm until eventually she feels him pounding against that spongy spot inside her and she cries out involuntarily.

“Fuck, Daddy,” She says breathlessly as he brings her face up to meet his in a kiss. His big hand pawing at her warm cheek. His lips captured all the filthy noises from her mouth but did little to prevent the sounds that filled the room from quietening. Her wet pussy swallowed up his prick greedily, all wet tight and hot on him, as his balls slap against her ass, and their lips smack in a messy kiss.

He wants to stay in this moment forever. The perfect rhythm, like their bodies were always meant to be connected like. Asone. She pulls back with a gasp, her legs beginning to shake from pleasure and strain. “Atta girl,” He says. “Doing so good for Daddy, Baby.”

His hand slides to her throat gently caressing her neck, and she claws at his arm desperately. “I’m close,” 

And just like that all the control and slight dominance she’d had is gone out the window as she begs him to help her through it. Her hips stutter and her bouncing lessens.  “Please, Daddy, can I?”

He nods kissing her nose. “Need some help, Trouble?”

She nods desperately and his hand moves from her throat to around her waist and he holds her still hovering over him, he plunges inside her again but this time he’s the one in control. With no warning he begins to pound into her hitting the sweet spot inside her over and over, but harder than ever. She feels an overwhelming feeling in her tummy as her hole flutters around him.

“Daddy,” She whispers. “M’ guna’ cum. Please, don’t stop.”

Harry has the nerve to chuckle, despite how close he is too, that devilish grin covering his face as he watches her falling apart for him. “Come on Angel, cum for me. Be Daddy’s good girl and cum.”

As his words melt down her spine she cums, just like that. Her eyes squeeze shut and she sees a golden haze of warmth behind her eyelids, the feel of her release is like a crack of thunder as his merciless thrusts inside her do not cease when the peak of her orgasms snaps. She throws her head back and shivers uncontrollably, thighs shaking as she takes him.

Harry continues, and when she finally manages to pry her eyes open and meet his gaze she feels his thrusts go sloppy. She leans in to kiss him, an overwhelming sense of safety and comfort in this bubble fills her mind, and when she pulls back she smiles. 

“Cum, Daddy,” She says. “Wanna feel full of you.”

He moans, his eyes pinching shut, and that's when she feels him shoot inside her. She sighs contently letting him ride the high of his orgasm before they slowly melt into the couch. She didn't dare move yet, even though he’d gone soft. When he opens his eyes she brushes some of his mused hair back. “Kiss me, Styles,”

He leans in, a smirk cast over his face, before pecking her lips.

She smiles at him. “So…what are we wearing at the party tonight?”

He sighs throwing his head back in defeat. He knows he’ll be going, those damn puppy dogs and her little pouty face. He begins leaning in and nudging his nose along her neck. She giggles at the feeling.

“What's the theme?” He drawls.

“Umm..cops robbers and sluts?” Y/n says softly.

Harry looks up at her. “You should go as a robber, Trouble.”

Y/n smiles, puzzled at that comment. “Why?”

He smirks placing one of his hands on his chest. “You’ve stolen my heart,”

She leans in and kisses him. “Good luck getting that one back, sap.”

My eyes travel through social media as I impatiently shift my leg. I let out a long sigh and look up at the still-closed fitting room curtain as I listen to you struggling with one of the 67 dresses you've packed in there. We've been here almost two hours, and you still haven't found the one you call the "perfect dress". If I spend another ten minutes sitting on this pink velvet sofa, I'm probably going to die.

"Come on, let me see the fiftieth dress, which is probably the same as the other forty-nine," I say as I slide my phone into my front pants pocket. "I don't know who that guy is, but he probably doesn't deserve you spending two hours in a store looking for something to wear."

I hear you sigh inside the dressing room. “Hey, just because you’re not going to prom doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t get excited about it.” Your comment makes me roll my eyes. It’s true that prom only happens once in a lifetime, and I would be more than excited to go if circumstances hadn’t required me to drop out of high school, but you don’t need to remind me of that.

“Besides,” you continue after a few seconds. “I’m not doing it for him. I’m doing it for me. I want it to be a special night, and I want to feel beautiful, you know? I want my dress to be…” Oh God, she’s going to say that again, “Perfect.”

"Y/N, you'd look beautiful even if you wore a potato sack." I know perfectly well that telling you this isn't going to help; You've set out to find a dress worthy of dining with the Queen of England. "Also, who are you going with? You've been avoiding the question since I got back from the tour."

You stay quiet in that moment, but I can still hear you squirming inside the small space of your dressing room. It's obvious you're thinking of an excuse. If you're trying so hard to avoid the question, it's because I'm not going to like your choice of prom date. That makes my head spin. No one at school was mean enough to make me mad at you for going to prom with him, right? Hell, unless-

“Oh God, not Luke…” I murmur, closing my eyes, praying that you'll tell me that I'm indeed wrong.

"Listen, Harry... he's not as bad as you think he is and- he asked me in a really nice way." you try to justify yourself, but I'm already at level seven of anger.

"Don't fuck with me, Y/N. Out of all the guys you had to choose from, because I'm pretty sure more than one guy has asked you to prom, you go and pick the most horrible person in the entire school." I pace back and forth in front of your curtain. Nothing you say is going to calm me down right now.

Luke was the typical bully when I was in high school. He was always the target of the teachers, and yet he still managed to make me feel bad every day. His main reason for making fun of me was that I liked singing, that I enjoyed doing it. And when he found out I was going to enter the X Factor, things got worse. Going to high school became a nightmare for me, and sometimes I'm thankful I got to leave. The only thing that made me want to get up in the morning was the chance to see you. When I became famous thanks to One Direction, about a year ago, Luke spoke to me again, apologizing for everything, but who is he kidding, you want to be my friend now that I'm famous. Why would you want to go to prom with someone like that?

"I'm really mad at you right now. You can have a really good explanation for this." I can feel the vein in my neck throbbing. "How long will it take you to put on another damn dress?" If I didn't want to be here before, imagine now.

"Okay," you say before opening the curtain, and my eyes immediately fall on the burgundy dress with its lace trim. Jesus Christ. "I knew you'd be on edge, which is why I've been avoiding the topic all week. Did you really want to spend your few days home mad at me?"

"Oh, and it's so much better to find out this way? When were you planning on telling me? Was I supposed to find out when the fucking school posted the photos on Facebook?" My brow furrows and I let out a long sigh, taking a few steps around the room. "You really outdid yourself this time."

"Harry, please calm down so we can talk this through like two grown-ups?" I continue pacing, ignoring you, trying not to let the situation break me down. "Harry, for God's sake." You cup my face and force me to look at you. I swear my pupils are dilated. "Okay, there you are. Can we focus?"

I run my hand through my hair, letting out a frustrated sigh, trying to compose myself. I'm not enjoying this conversation at all. "Okay, fine, I'm calm. Talk. Explain to me why you're going to prom with that ungrateful person.”

You let go of my face and stay quiet for a few seconds, not quite sure what you're about to say. "I had no other choice," you mumble, looking down at your hands. "I mean... I did have other options, but I said no to all of them, and when it was too late, the last option was him... and I didn't want to go to prom alone, so I said yes, swallowing my pride knowing how much he'd made you suffer for so many years." You raise your gaze back to my eyes. "And I'm trying on so many dresses because at least I'll take home the memory of how beautiful I looked, not the memory of going with a horrible person."

"Why did you say no to everyone else?" I ask, tilting my head, trying to understand the situation.

"Because..." Your gaze scans the room, playing with your hands the way you do when you're nervous. "Because I was waiting for you to ask me..."

I stare at you for a moment, processing what you just said. You've been waiting all these months, while I haven't been home, for me to ask you to come to prom with me? And I've been torturing myself all these months knowing that you were going to prom with someone who wasn't me?

"Why haven't you told me anything?" is the first thing that comes out of my mouth.

You let out a sigh and look at me. "All this time I've had to swallow magazine articles about you seeing different girls every week, and I've been thinking, why would he want to come to prom with you? Now he's a superstar, why he would drop everything for one night to come back to his childhood hometown and go to some stupid high school dance with you."

I frown. "Hey, nothing I do that involves you is stupid." You look away, making it clear that you don't believe anything I'm saying. I cup either side of your face in my hands and make you look at me. "Never, in any universe, will I be bored with anything that has to do with you. Hell, I'd even pick up cigarette butts off the street if that's the only way I could be with you."

“Harry-”

"No, listen to me." I caress your cheek with my thumb. "I don't know how you can't understand how important you are to me. No matter how famous I am, Y/N, you'll always be above all that because you were there when I was nobody, do you understand? How can I let something like that go?" You open your mouth again to try to speak but I cut you off again. "I think about you every day. Every morning when I wake up and every night before I go to bed. I think about calling you all day even though we're six hours apart and it's three in the morning here because I need to hear your voice. I carry your picture in my wallet and I look at it before I go on stage. Fuck, don't you understand?"

I lower my gaze to your parted lips, those that so beg to be kissed. "And you're not going to prom with him, damn it. You're going with me."

My lips crash against yours in a desperate kiss, one of those filled with desire and that hide a whole story behind it. The story that I've been in love with you for years and hadn't even realized it until now. Your lips decide to follow the rhythm of mine, and you kiss me back. Everything we had to say to each other is finally defined in this.

We pull away when we're about to drown, and we stare at each other for a few seconds. I notice for the first time the way your eyes sparkle when you look at me, the light freckles on your nose, and your pink lips after you kiss me. The way you look up slightly so you can meet my eyes, and the way your breath comes in shallow breaths—all those details that had gone unnoticed before.

"I think I'm going to keep this dress..." you murmur, still looking at me, and I let out a small laugh.

"Good choice, it's my favorite," I say with a small smile.

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: :

Bella remembers the first time she stepped into the Alpha Sigma Phi house in broad daylight. It was after three consecutive weekends of hooking up with one of the brothers, Matt Hodge, at every single party they had hosted. He wanted to bring her to the house, to introduce her to his brothers.

They weren’t dating. It was strictly casual sex. But, still, Matt wanted all his brothers to know who she was.

“So, that means she’s off limits,” one of the brothers stated, right in front of her.

Harry had glared at him. “Bro. Bella is with Matt. She’s part of the family now.” His scowl then shifted to a grin. “We protect our family.”

Harry Styles, the most notorious student in the university. Known for being extremely laid-back, happy-go-lucky, and incredible in bed. Like, the best in bed, for both men and women. He isn’t picky.

And, well, Bella can see it. He is easily the most beautiful human being she’s ever laid eyes upon. His curly brown hair, clear green eyes, and his dazzling dimpled smile are all ingredients to cook up one devasting…philanderer. Ladies’ man. Player. Flirt.

A manwhore, essentially.

She can almost guarantee that in all of her classes, at least 10% of the people (including the professors) in each class have fucked him, or have been fucked by him–whatever, that doesn’t matter. He just sleeps around a lot.

But, she remembers being pretty sure that he had just quoted Twilight. She thinks it was just a coincidence.

It was weird to watch him during the day–like he really was a fucking vampire. The only times Bella had ever seen Harry Styles was when the house was submerged in darkness and blinding party lights, the music so loud the bass shook her bones, and there were so many people in the house it was a fire hazard.

She had only ever seen him sweaty and drunk, a smile always on his face if he was dancing, or a smirk if he was flirting. He ruled the weekends, the nights. He was a king among his people, and the Alpha Sigma Phi was his castle. He thrived in those atmospheres, like that’s all he’s good at, the only thing he’s good at (besides fucking, maybe the bed is his throne or something).

Seeing him–watching him interact with his brothers while the sun shined through the windows was something else. He’s so fucking pretty when the sun rays are reflecting off his eyes, lighting up his hair to create a golden halo around his head. His smile is just as blinding as the sun, yet it’s so hard to look away.

But, yeah, Matt. He’s cool. Good in bed, isn’t clingy, a good conversationalist. Bella enjoys being around him.

She doesn’t enjoy being around his brothers, however.

Even though she’s “off limits,” that does not stop them from making crude jokes or throwing a light–but offensive–teasing her way. It’s so fucking irritating. She hates frat boys. They’re rude and smelly and disgusting and vulgar and Bella can hardly stand being in the same room with them for more than two minutes, if that. So, when she comes over, she usually tip toes through the house until she makes it to Matt’s room.

Despite complaining about how much she hates being there so much in her head, she’s there an awful lot. Every Friday and Saturday night for the parties, and also the occasional weeknight party; every Monday night to watch football; during the day because the house is closer to campus than her apartment is; and usually all day Saturday because she stays the night Friday and attends the Saturday parties.

So, basically, she’s a giant hypocrite.

It’s not like she despises them, despite how many hours she’s spent damning their names and rebuking their entire beings. They can be funny and decent sometimes, and she likes to tease them and be teased by them sometimes, but they almost always take it too far. That’s what gets her blood boiling, what makes her scream into her pillow until her voice is hoarse, what makes her thoughts so absurdly gory it almost frightens her. The only frat boys she can truly stand for more than two minutes are Matt and Harry.

Every conversation she has had with Harry is the exact same, like he’s checking off a list.

1. He flirts with her an awful lot.

2. He makes a joke about taking her to bed, or any joke that involves them fucking.

3. He lightly scolds the brothers when they make a particularly mean joke about her.

4. He quotes Twilight.

5. He either makes a comment that stuns Bella because it’s actually kind of intelligent and she would never expect a deep thought like that to come out of a pretty head like his, or he’s genuinely kind to her, does something as little as asks her about her day or if she just got a haircut.

This morning is no different.

It’s early Saturday–well, ten o’clock, but the house is silent. Half of the frat is at breakfast at the diner (a tradition) and the other half is still asleep, and won’t wake up until at least noon. She has some time to sneak into the kitchen and grab something to eat without being bothered.

So, she’s confident enough to walk around the house in a shirt that she wasn’t wearing last night, and her underwear. Of all the times she’s done this, she hasn’t been caught yet, and she will continue to push her luck.

Harry is in the kitchen when she enters, like he always is. “Good morning to me.” He smirks, leaning back against the counter. His eyes rake down her body, lingering on her exposed legs, right underneath the hem of her shirt.

She says with a sigh, “Hi,” and goes to the fridge. She knows Harry’s staring at her ass.

“Anyone ever fucked that ass yet?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she asks into the fridge. She hears Harry laugh behind her. “It’s ten in the morning; I just woke up.”

“I’m sorry.” He giggles. “That’s the first thought that popped in my head. It just came out. I couldn’t stop it.”

“Like that makes it any better.” There’s nothing good in the fridge. She shuts the door and gives Harry an unimpressed look. He just beams at her.

His eyes flicker down her body, eyeing her legs. “Did you just wax?”

“I did.”

He hums into his glass of orange juice (probably a mimosa). “I love a woman with a bit of hair.”

Bella opens the cereal cupboard. “I bet you do.”

“Want me to make pancakes?”

“Please.”

Harry nods and hands her his glass before gathering the ingredients. Bella hops onto the counter and takes a sip of his drink (definitely a mimosa).

She watches him prepare her breakfast, wearing just his boxers and an apron that has the typical half naked woman’s body on it. His face is still slightly puffy, his eyes just a little red and swollen. His movements are sluggish and lazy, and it perfectly describes every Saturday morning in the Alpha Sigma Phi house. She loves the mornings here (mostly–all–because of the absence of frat boys).

She’s halfway into eating her plate of pancakes when the door slams open and the house fills with deep voices. Bella hops off the counter and darts out of the kitchen, but she’s too late.

One brother, Chad, spots her and immediately chases after her. “Bella! I see you, you little bitch!” He catches up to her just as she’s on the first step of the staircase, wraps his arms around her and pulls her against his chest. She lets out a short shriek when she’s lifted into the air. She flails her legs to no avail as Chad carries her back into the kitchen.

Harry drones, “Put her down.” He doesn’t even glance their way, focuses on the stove.

“You thought you could run away from me, you little slut?” Chad murmurs into her ear. She huffs out a laugh, tries to pry his hands off her.

“Let me go, Chad.”

“No, I want everyone to see the cute little panties you got on. Oh, red? My favorite color.”

Bella barks out a laugh and he snickers at the sounds of her struggles. Then she feels his hand slide down her waist. She kicks her legs out and snaps, “Watch it!”

He wrinkles his nose. “You’re wearing cotton? Not even lace or silk? You’re such a prude.”

“Chad,” Harry warns, like he’s losing patience.

“Yes, dad,” he drawls, dropping her.

She huffs, pulling her shirt down before she stomps out of the kitchen. She hides in Matt’s room for the rest of the morning until he wakes up. They both head back downstairs, Bella with pants on now.

She sits in a chair in the living room as Matt stumbles into the kitchen to make them coffee. She stares with a bored gaze at the television; they’re watching SportsCenter.

She sighs and leans back. Matt eventually returns and slides into the chair with her. It’s a tight fit, but Bella loves a good snuggle, so she relaxes against him, accepting her mug from him. He wraps an arm around her to pull her closer before turning to the television.

Harry enters the living room with a loud sigh, still in his boxers. He falls back onto the couch. “The freezer is dangerously low on French toast sticks. We’re down to a two, maybe three year’s supply.”

“Shut the fuck up Harry’s” ring through the room. He pouts. “Okay, but someone does need to go shopping. I don’t know who it is, but it’s not me.”

Nobody responds.

“It’s Matt,” a brother says after checking the spreadsheet on his phone minutes later.

“Fuck,” he says in Bella’s ear. He shifts a bit and twists his neck to look at her. “Come with me?”

She shrugs, takes another sip of her coffee. “Sure.”

Before they leave for the store, Harry requests that they buy a certain snack for him. Then he asks for something else, then another thing.

After the seventh request, Bella snaps at him to come with them. He pouts, but then joins them.

And then they lose him in the store for twenty minutes.

“Let’s just go,” she says to Matt. Harry’s nowhere to be seen. “They’re gonna start pregaming soon.”

“We’re not going to leave him, Bella.” Matt gives her a disapproving look. “He’ll cry.”

She mutters under her breath, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Matt snorts.

Then he finds him in the bathroom.

She’s staring at Harry incredulously as she hurries beside him in the parking lot. “A bootycall in the middle of the day? In Meijer? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Harry beams as he struts, pumping his arms dramatically. It’s the same stupid fucking smile he wears on his stupid fucking face after he gets some stupid fucking pussy or ass. He always acts so fucking stupid after a good fuck. He’s so fucking stupid.

He’s also sporting a rather large hickey just under his jaw. It’s ginormous and purple and distracting and stupid, really fucking stupid.

He ignores her, climbs into the passenger seat. “God, Matt, can you fuck her with the stick that’s up her ass? Or,” he turns back, wiggles his eyebrows at her, “I’ll fuck you with a bigger stick.”

“You mean that monster dildo in your drawer?” She looks out the window. “No, thanks. I don’t want to split my ass open.”

The frat boys laugh obnoxiously loudly in the front. Matt hits his head on the steering wheel. Harry cackles and claps his hands.

Stupid fucking frat boys.

: :

The front door of the house slams open. Heavy footsteps sound like thunder as they stomp through the house. Harry appears, eyebrows drawn together and a deep frown on his face. “Got another fucking ticket.”

“Harry,” one of the brothers says with a shake of his head, “that’s the second one this semester.”

He replies sharply, “Don’t you think I know that?” He throws himself down on the couch, glaring at the wall above the television. He lets out a short groan, hands flying up to his face.

Suddenly, his tense body relaxes, and he sags into the couch. He lets out a light sigh as his hands fall to his lap and slap his thighs. He shrugs and pushes himself off the couch. “I’ll just have to fuck the chief again.”

Bella gasps, can’t help the “Oh, my God.” What the fuck did he just say? “Harry,” she says uneasily, “isn’t that, like…illegal?”

He shrugs. “Fuck if I know. I don’t give a shit. As long as it gets me out of paying five hundred bucks.” He notices the look on her face, then rolls his eyes. “Oh, please, Bella, it’s a speeding ticket. On the highway. It’s not like I’m hitting people or going fifty in a neighborhood.”

“Wasn’t your last ticket a parking one?”

He sighs. “Listen, Bella, I was seconds away from shitting myself. I wasn’t about to go find a parking space. I barely made it to the toilet as is.”

Matt snickers. “I fucking remember that. You called crying from the toilet.”

“I wasn’t crying.” Harry sniffs. “It was a traumatic experience. I still haven’t gotten coffee from that Dunkin.”

The next day, he has the balls to ask Bella to accompany him as he drives to some unknown destination.

She’s standing outside the passenger car door. Harry is sitting in the driver’s seat, and he has the window rolled down to talk to her.

“Harry, I don’t want to get in a car with you.”

“Of all the things about me that could frighten you, you’re worried about my driving?”

She immediately says, “Yes.”

Harry sighs, then pats the passenger seat. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. Just get in.”

And she had every right to be terrified, because he is a terrible driver.

“Harry!” Bella shrieks, pointing out the windshield. “Look out for that car!” Her hand flies up to the handle on the roof, holding onto it for dear life as Harry speeds toward a car merging in front of them.

Harry lets out his own shriek, swerves and manages to switch lanes without crashing into other cars. Their bodies jerk to the right as Harry whips around. Bella hits her head on the window.

“Stupid shiny Volvo owner!” he yells, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white.

Bella lets out another shriek, her body jerking to the left now as Harry weaves through the lanes. She yells seriously, “I’ve never seen anyone so prone to life-threatening idiocy in my life!”

Harry makes a weird noise. Bella would laugh if the current situation wasn’t so dire.

“I should turn you in to the cops! You shouldn’t be allowed to drive!”

“Stop shouting!” he shouts at her. “And I’d just suck everyone’s dick and they’d let me out!” Even though the immediate danger is past them, he’s still tense and hunched over. And he keeps jerking the car around. It feels just as chaotic as before.

“You’re the biggest skankiest sluttiest trampiest…!–” she struggles for another word, she’s panicking “–slut I’ve ever met!”

“Thank you!”

Bella has a serious headache, and stomachache. Her hand hurts from how hard she’s squeezing the handle. Her head feels like it’s about to burst from how tense she is, from how much she’s freaking out.

When they reach his surprise destination–a fucking Hobby Lobby–Bella climbs out of the car and almost collapses with relief.

She screams, “I am never getting in a car with you again!”

Harry rounds the car, looking perfectly normal. Bella still can’t breathe properly.

He yells back, “You’re overreacting!”

“We almost died!” She thrusts a hand out to the car. “And look at how you parked!”

Harry looks. He’s smack dab in the middle of two spaces, at a forty-five-degree diagonal. He’s also about two inches from the BMW parked kitty corner from his car. Phew.

“At least I didn’t hit it,” is all he can say.

Bella’s so pissed. “And what the fuck could you possibly need from Hobby Lobby? I’m calling an Uber.” She turns on her heels and pulls out her phone.

“Fine!” he yells after her as she walks away. “Have fun paying fifty bucks!”

When she gets back to the house, the brothers take pity on her, and they each venmo her five bucks.

: :

Bella has never been one for Halloween. She’s not even willing to spend ten bucks on a costume from Party City, and she’d rather go as nothing then pick random things in her closet to only barely represent the person she’s trying to dress up as. Go big or go home, and for Halloween, she always goes home.

Which is why she’s wearing scrubs that one of the frat boys let her borrow for the night. It’s a little big, but at least she’s dressed. And Matt decided to dress as a sexy nurse, so it’s a little funny.

She doesn’t see Harry until the party is in full swing. She catches his eye, and narrows her eyes at him as he approaches her. She’s trying to figure out his costume, and she has an inkling.

“Hello,” he says tentatively once he’s standing in front of her. She rolls her eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself last week. I’m Edward Cullen…” He’s grinning so hard, it looks painful. “You’re Bella?”

“No,” she responds flatly.

“Fuck!” He lifts his leg and stomps it on the ground hard, throwing his hands down as well. “You ruined it!”

“Aw.” Bella pouts as she brushes past him. “Sorry.”

He shouts after her, “Your costume is ass, by the way!”

He ends up hooking up with a woman dressed as Bella Swan at the end of the night.

“I’ll pretend she’s you the entire time,” he reassures the real Bella as they walk by her, his hands on the woman’s hips as she leads them to the stairs.

Bella furiously shakes her head. She says with a desperate plea in her voice, “Please don’t!”

Harry throws his head back and laughs, disappearing up the stairs.

The next morning, Bella walks into the kitchen to find Harry at the stove, only in his boxers.

“Wow, you really put that glitter everywhere.”

“Go big or go home, Bella. I never half-ass Halloween.”

She just hums, jumps onto the counter next to the stove. “Make me one?”

He nods. “You can have this one.”

As he cooks the omelet, Bella takes in his appearance. “I bet that’s gonna be a bitch to get off.”

He groans. “I showered this morning and none of it came off.”

She laughs hard at that, throwing her head back and covering her mouth. Once done with her laughing spell, she leans forward and pokes one of the various hickies on his neck. “Hey, it came off here.”

He scoffs. “I fucking hope so. Felt like she was actually sucking my fucking blood. Turns out she was vampire Bella and not human Bella.”

She hums and leans back against the counters. “Shame.”

“Yeah.” His eyes flick up to her, quickly scanning her body before focusing back on the omelet. “Bet the doctor and nurse thing was hot.”

She snorts. “Yeah, choked him with my stethoscope.”

He hums, wiggling his eyebrows. “Kinky.” He holds the plate out for her. She takes it and thanks him, accepting the fork he hands her.

“You know,” he says as their both eating their breakfast. He rubs his chest, a pinched look on his face. “My chest’s been hurting the past couple days.”

Bella doesn’t look up, too focused on her omelet. “Oh, yeah?” she asks around a mouthful.

He nods. “Yeah.” His voice drops to a low, sultry tone. “Think you can check it out for me, doctor?”

Bella laughs so hard, she starts to choke on her omelet. Harry has to pull her off the counter and smack her back a few times until the egg sprays out of her mouth. It ruins the mood.

: :

Harry doesn't really get moody. He's so laidback, it's hard to get a reaction out of him.

But every once in a while, he'll storm into the house and lock himself in his room for the rest of the day, before coming downstairs the next morning with a smile on his face, like his sour mood never happened.

Today, Bella thinks, is another one of those days as he storms inside the house and doesn’t say hi to Bella or any of the brothers.

Ten minutes later, he comes downstairs, hair wet and dripping onto his shirt.

Bella glances at him, then does a double take. “You showered?” She stomps her foot childishly. “I was gonna ask you to workout with me.”

“I’ll still do it,” he says curtly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he snaps, turning to leave. “I’ll get dressed.”

Bella doesn’t respond, just thinks, Yikes. She usually avoids him when he's grumpy, lets him calm down on his own. But she really wanted to workout today and he's always her workout buddy. She's just surprised he agreed.

They don’t speak as they stretch in the driveway. Usually, Harry talks nonstop and chats her ear off. However, today, he is silent, just quietly brooding to himself. He’s got a wrinkle between his eyebrows, and a frown on his lips.

It’s kind of awkward, and a bit tense, but Bella tries not to think too much about it. She doesn’t say anything for a while, not until they’ve started jogging.

“You all right?”

“Yeah,” he says on a sigh. “Just had a rough day.”

Bella lets out a sympathetic hum, and doesn’t say anything else.

She thinks the jog blew some steam off, because he seems to be in a better mood when they’re lifting. While she’s bench pressing, Harry’s spotting for her. He pushes his hips forward a bit, his genitals almost touching her forehead.

Bella flinches away with a laugh, and she can hear Harry giggle above her.

“Aw, come on. You don’t want my balls in your face?”

“Not while I’m lifting,” she says with a strain in her voice as she completes her presses.

When it’s his turn to lie down, she returns the gesture.

Harry flinches away with a laugh. “Get that fishy pussy away from me.”

“Oh, come on. You don’t want it in your face?”

He hums, scrunching his nose teasingly at her. “Maybe later. I think I’ve got some Summer’s Eve in my cupboard.”

Bella gasps loudly, getting another loud laugh out of him. She smacks his stomach and–well, it feels like smacking a wall.

Harry just wiggles his eyebrows at her as he lifts the bar. Bella doesn’t say anything, just presses her lips together.

When they’re done lifting, she asks, “Do you wanna take a walk to cool off?”

Harry nods, and they walk around the neighborhood. This time, Harry does talk, and he doesn’t shut up.

Usually, Bella would snap at him because she can’t stand to hear his voice for so long, but she doesn’t. She realizes she prefers it when he talks, rather than when he doesn’t.

He talks about the most random of things, and while he does make a dirty joke every once in a while, they’re tame and not so disgusting that Bella wants to knee herself in the face.

He talks about what he had for breakfast, then for lunch, and how he’s excited for whatever Martha’s going to cook up today. He talks about the hawk that he witnessed attack a squirrel. It’s so random, it’s almost endearing. And it also helps that Harry can actually hold a conversation with her and not make her uncomfortable.

Bella likes to think they’re friends. She thinks Harry feels the same way.

Their hands bump together as they walk, enough to the point that Bella knows Harry’s doing it on purpose. That, and a large smile grows on his face more and more even as he’s talking about how one of his professor’s parent died. She knows what he’s up to.

Finally, after the umpteenth bump, she grabs his hand.

He smiles so wide, the skin around his eyes crinkle and his eyes sparkle.

“Knew you wanted to hold my hand,” he says teasingly. “You weren’t that subtle.”

“Yeah,” she says dryly. “I kept hitting your hand, cause I wanted to hold your hand.”

“Let’s not tell Matt,” he says with a smile. “He’ll get jealous.”

Then he starts to swing their joined hands obnoxiously. And he asks her about her day, what her favorite part was, what she had for breakfast and lunch. She tells him about her classes, how much she hates her one professor.

And he listens. He turns his head and stares at her as she talks, so much that he trips over a crack in the sidewalk. And he shuts up as he does so. He doesn’t interrupt her, doesn’t talk over her, doesn’t outshine her story with one of his own.

Yeah, they’re definitely friends. And she can definitely stand at least one frat boy.

They end up walking for about an hour, which is the exact opposite of a cool down, but Bella doesn’t mind. Harry’s in such a good mood now; it’s like his irritated one never happened.

They return to the house, and it’s filled with the aroma of spaghetti.

Harry lets out a little moan, and yells, “I fucking love spaghetti, Martha!”

She responds, “I know!” from the kitchen.

They continue through the house, and Bella rolls her eyes at the brothers eyeing her legs. Maybe she shouldn’t have worn these shorts.

They walk up the stairs, and pass Matt’s room, but Bella silently follows Harry to his room. She stands in the doorway for a moment, wringing her hands together, before asking “Can I use your shower?”

He spins around, not expecting her to have followed him. “Yeah. That’s fine. Do you need a towel?” Bella nods. Harry scratches his head. “Yeah, well, um…I only have one, but I think it was washed, like, two days ago…?” He gives her a hopeful, sheepish look.

She sighs. “That’s fine.”

When she’s finished showering, she steps into his room in just the towel. Harry’s lying on his stomach on the floor, propping his chin up with his fist as he scrolls through his phone.

He asks without looking up, “All done?”

Bella hums back, gripping the top of the towel. “I’m gonna change.”

“Okay,” he says easily, still not removing his eyes from the screen.

When a minute passes by and Bella doesn’t move, he finally lifts his eyes. “Do you…want to change here?”

She snaps out of her little daze. “Oh–uh, no.” She scurries past him, opens the door and peeks her head out, looking down the hall. She books it to Matt’s room and finds him taking a nap.

She quietly shuts the door, but he’s a light sleeper, so he wakes up and rolls over. “How was your workout?”

“Good.” She goes to walk to his dresser (where her clothes fill half the drawers) but he makes a noise. “What?” She turns to him, then sighs. “I just showered.”

“And?” And his voice is a bit raspy, a bit husky like it always is when he wakes up. It makes her insides tingle.

She thinks it over, then shrugs, dropping the towel and crossing the room before climbing on top of him. She straddles his hips and his hands grip her waist.

“I kinda liked it when you’re all sweaty,” he whines.

Bella laughs and leans down to kiss him as she grinds her hips against his.

: :

“Hey.”

Bella looks up from her phone. Harry’s looking down at her with a soft smile on his face. She smiles back. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Got you something.” He reveals a wrapped box from behind his back. “Merry Christmas,” he says, almost shyly.

Bella’s mouth falls open. She looks up at him with something close to awe in her eyes. “You didn’t have to get me anything. I didn’t get you a present.”

He waves a hand. “Don’t worry. This is my present, too.”

Gone is the sweet moment. Bella rolls her eyes, tearing open the present to get it over with. She’s not surprised to find a matching set of a bra and panties.

She holds the bra up, high enough that it aligns with Harry’s chest as he stands in front of her. He’s biting his lip hard, but his dimples peek through.

She sighs, lowering the bra to her lap. “How do you know my bra size.”

“Lucky guess,” he chokes out. He looks about three seconds from bursting into laughter. “I’m well acquainted with boobs.”

“Acquainted,” she repeats to herself, looking at the bra. It’s cute, she stubbornly admits. And it’s in her favorite color: a soft green. She can appreciate that he remembered her favorite color. It’s lacy and sheer, but the lace weaves through the material likes vines and flowers. It’s very dainty, and very pretty. Fuck.

He probably had so much fucking fun picking these out. She can imagine his shit-eating smile as he looked through all the collections. He probably felt the material to determine if it was soft or not, chose colors that he thought would complement her skin tone. He most definitely imagined her in each set, deciding that this one best fit her in his mind. He most definitely had a fucking blast.

“I know you like your granny panties, but I had to go for the full set. Don’t worry, they’re cotton.”

She replies dryly, “How thoughtful of you.”

His smile widens. He’s so fucking annoying. Then his smile shifts into a smirk. He licks his lips, raking his eyes up and down her body. “You should try it on for me. It’s only fair that I know what it looks like on you, since I bought it for you.”

She stands up, so close to him that if he were to lean in, their noses would brush against each other. She’s got a hint of a smirk on her face, an impish look in her eyes. It excites Harry a bit–a lot, it excites him a lot.

“I’m sure Matt could send you a pic,” she says before walking around him.

“FUCK,” she hears him yell from downstairs. She giggles before walking into Matt’s room.

Just before New Year’s, Harry gets a snapchat from her. They never talk on snapchat, so he immediately knows what it is. His pants tighten just a fraction as images race through his mind. But, nothing’s better than the actual thing.

Harry taps on the message. It’s exactly what he thought it was and–

It fucking disappears. She sent it for one second.

He asks out loud, “Are you fucking kidding me?” He sits up in his bed, staring down at his phone in disbelief.

That bitch. That fucking bitch.

This entire thing was a joke, one that she thankfully went along with. It’s all for shits and giggles, and Harry thinks replaying the image would be crossing that line between a joke and something else.

So, he doesn’t replay the image, just texts, You’re an actual bitch I hat eyou so fuckign much go die in a hole somewhere in fuking Nebraska like the hick that you are

If you’re nice to me I’ll send you a titty pic

I love you so much you’re so fucking hot can I please get a titty pic so I can jerk off to something tonight

He gets another snapchat from her. It’s a full ten seconds long. Harry is 420% sure it’s her knees.

: :

Alpha Sigma Phi throws a huge party the first weekend of the semester, as they always do after a break.

After weeks of staying in her small town in Nebraska, Bella welcomes the pounding bass, flashing lights, and strong drinks with open arms. She was getting so fucking bored; the closest thing she had to having fun was sending Harry those snapchats.

And speak of the devil, he strolls up to her, an unimpressed look on his face. Bella snorts; he must still be cranky about it.

"Hey," he says shortly, confirming her thoughts.

She replies in a flirty tone, "Hi, Harry." She gives him a smirk, one that he responds with an unamused look. He's so dramatic.

"How was your break?" He lifts his cup to his lips.

"Boring as fuck."

He snorts into his drink, the corners of his lips lifting into a smirk. "Told you you could've came home with me."

"Yeah." She looks around the house, a sigh leaving her lips. "Might have to take you up on that for spring break."

"Going to Laudy, actually. You can still come."

She wrinkles her nose. "With your frat bros?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. With Ni and all them."

Bella nods, the disgusted look on her face relaxing. "Then maybe."

Harry hums, then scans her body. His eyes linger on her shoulder, where a familiar green strap is peeking through. His jaw clenches a bit, and he swallows.

Bella catches his eye and snorts.

Harry sighs heavily. Then he asks begrudgingly, “Did Matt enjoy my present?”

“He did, actually. Thank you for asking.” She presses her lips together to avoid laughing at the grumpy look on his face. “Did you get my snapchat?”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah. Fuck you again for that. You’re a fucking bitch.”

“Oh, please.” She walks by him, patting his chest. Then, she leans in, grazing her lips against his ear to whisper, “Maybe if you act right, you’ll get another picture.”

She pulls away just enough for Harry to turn his head and glower at her, but the harsh gaze quickly dissolves. His forehead relaxes, and his lips part a bit to draw in a deep breath, one that visibly expands his chest and raises his shoulders. His eyes flicker down for a split second, but she notices.

Bella smirks before strutting past him.

She doesn't see him the rest of the night. She hears from disappointed men and women that he's upstairs with someone, and that he probably won't come back down the rest of the night.

She thinks she's going to ask him to brunch tomorrow. She missed him over break. They'd gotten pretty close over the last few months, and she considers him a friend. A close friend, even.

She's grateful that at least two good things came out of this frat house: good sex, and a good friend.

She's in the living room with her friends when, all of the sudden, she feels an immense amount of pressure between her legs. The air is sucked out of her lungs and she feels like she’s just been punched in the stomach.

The hand is squeezing so hard, their fingers slip into her underwear. She gasps and immediately tenses, then lets out a choked sob. Her eyes fill with tears as she yanks herself away.

Immediately, she feels like she’s going to throw up, or start sobbing, or both. Her body’s shaking.

She whips around and pushes whoever it is that was behind her. It’s fucking Brad.

“What?” He lets out a loud, boisterous laugh, falling back onto his brothers who snicker and push him until he’s upright.

“What the fuck,” she seethes through clenched teeth and teary eyes.

He steps closer, and the beer and alcohol attack her senses. She scrunches her face up and takes a step back. He follows. “Your ass just looked so cute. I couldn’t help myself.”

She sniffles, lets out a little cry. She wipes her eyes before looking up. “Fuck you.”

She throws her cup in his face and turns on her heels, storming up the stairs. She can hear his cries of pain behind her.

Tears are now running down her cheeks as she approaches Matt’s room. Her hands are shaking so bad it takes her a few minutes to unlock the door. When she finally does, she stumbles into the room and collapses onto the bed. Sitting on the edge, she leans down and presses her face in her hands.

She feels so fucking disgusting. She can still feel his grimy hand between her legs, can still feel the pressure from how hard he was grabbing her.

She sniffles and reaches down to cup herself, to rub gently, to try and erase some of the harsh, invisible bruises. It doesn’t really work.

She lets out another cry, and then spends the next five minutes trying to calm herself down.

She’s nearly okay when Matt walks into the room. He asks with a snort, “What the fuck did you do to Brad?”

“He grabbed me, Matt,” Bella says wetly. She doesn’t look at him.

He walks across the room, bends down to pick up a stray shirt from the floor. “Brad? Did he hurt you?”

“No,” she says thickly, tears springing to her eyes. There’s a lump in her throat. “But I didn’t like it.”

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it, Bella,” he says gently, but it sounds scripted, like he’s just supposed to say it.

“Matt–” She hides her face in her hands again. She struggles to get the next words out. “He grabbed my…my…”

“…Pussy?”

He isn’t taking this seriously. He sounds amused, not sympathetic.

Her face crumbles from behind her hands and she tries so hard to keep the next wave of tears from breeching, but they don’t listen to her. She lets out a sob.

“I didn’t like it, Matt.” She’s so upset. She’s so tired. She can’t do this anymore. “Can you go tell him that?”

“Bella,” he says slowly, exasperatedly, “they’re just joking around.”

Her hands fall to her lap. She looks him in the eyes. “I don’t care. It makes me uncomfortable.”

He shrugs his shoulder and holds his arms up. “They don’t mean any harm by it!”

Bella’s so overwhelmed. She's drunk and disoriented, and she was violated, and now she’s being gaslighted. It doesn’t feel good. Frustrated tears spring to her eyes. She says shakily, “I don’t care if they don’t mean any harm–” her voice raises to a shout “–it still fucking harms me! I don’t like their touching. It makes me feel gross and bad. Aren’t you gonna fucking do something about it?”

He raises his hands, lets out a sharp laugh. “I’m not your boyfriend. You’re the one that wanted this to be casual, remember?”

She spits through her tears, “No, you’re not my boyfriend, but I consider you my friend. I thought you were a basic fucking human being.”

“Bella, I’m a nice guy, okay? They’re all nice guys.” He scoffs. “It’s not like they’re gonna rape you or anything.”

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

He rolls his eyes. “Bella, I’ve never said anything, because they don’t. Mean it. Like that. You’re being sensitive and dramatic, seriously.”

Her breath hitches. Her voice barely rises above a whisper. “All the times I’ve told you, you never did anything?”

He snorts. “No, of course not, because they’re not bad guys, Bella. They like to tease, that’s it.”

She presses her tongue inside her cheek, tries to stop the new wave of tears from falling. “Okay.” She nods.

He sighs out of relief. “Finally. Let’s just get back to the party.”

She shakes her head, steps back from him. “No.”

“Fine.” He brushes past her. “Stay up here. I don’t give a fuck.”

“We’re done,” she says to the empty room.

Matt pauses in the doorway. “What?”

“I’m done.” Bella shrugs with wet cheeks. The tears have stopped flowing, but they’ve stained her skin. “Fuck you. You’re a piece of shit. You and all your frat bros.”

Behind her, Matt rolls his eyes. “Fine. Fuck you then. Whatever. You can fucking leave.” Then he leaves her.

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