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“Fuck me.” He breathed as her shirt followed by her own hands, tossing the cotton off to the side to reveal her body to him- and the hot pink panties with a very clear damp spot that had him wanting to crumble. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are. I don’t know where to look because you’re so perfect." He swallowed, deciding on his guilty pleasure first- and where he knew she liked. 

He knew what he liked and that was this view. It stole his breath, seeing her bare chest, almost all of her exposed to him like a work of art. This was a view he would always want, one he’d thank whoever was up there listening for allowing him to not only witness but put his hands on.

Hands gripped her hips and tugged, letting them adjust to where he wanted them. The squeak of surprise was followed by a sharp inhale from her as his thumbs played with the waistband of her panties. 

“I love when you do that. When you… You picked me up and then what you just did, so easily. It’s so hot.” She admitted, lifting her thigh up to wrap it over his back. “Come and kiss me. Please.”

There was no way he could deny her such a request, so Harry did exactly that, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss that had her arching into him with a soft moan against his mouth. His thumb continued its exploration along her hips, teasing the edge of her panties where they dipped into her thighs while the other held himself up above her head.

He could feel how soft they were there- how much they would give way easily if he wanted to push them aside and touch her pussy directly. She was pliant and pretty, which was a danger to his self control. 

The restraint he had in this current moment was something he would need to remind himself of one day when he thought he couldn’t do hard things- because this was the hardest. Not his current highest benching weight, or the clients that pushed his sanity, or keeping the right water perimeters for his fish tank. It was this. 

Having Y/N wet and willing under him and still resisting pulling those panties off of her, spreading her thighs open to fit him and pushing his cock into her fully. 

“Told you, I’ll do that any time you want. I’ll toss you around whenever you ask.” A lot of people didn’t like that idea, but he would openly admit that the concept excited him. Y/N liked that part of him enough to find it exciting and even more so trusted him enough to use his strength for her. That was no small thing. “Want to kiss your chest. M’losing it a little bit, baby.”

Y/N nodded quickly, her hands moving up to tangle in his hair as he began to trail kisses down her neck and collarbone, trying his best to pace himself. 

It was hard when he wanted to devour her, eat her up, but he was going to give himself a little taste. Just enough to keep him at bay. 

Reaching her chest, he didn’t hesitate to start sucking on the swell of her breast, his tongue laving over the soft, sweet and slightly salty skin there before he moved to pay attention to her nipple.

His tongue flattened against her, licking it slowly as he could feel her shiver underneath him, her fingers tightening in his hair in the way she had no idea he loved, but he did.  He loved it so much that his cock kicked up in his briefs and he exhaled harshly against her skin, feeling her nails brush over his scalp. It seemed like she always knew what to do to make him feel a little insane, but he didn’t have an explanation for it other than the fact that she was on the complete same wavelength. 

With a soft moan against her flesh, he opened his mouth and suckled more her nipple between his lips, the gentle suction making her let out a whine of her own that pleased him to no end. It only got a bit louder when he began to massage her other breast with his free hand, doing his best to keep himself balanced while his fingers plucked at the neglected nipple,

 "You have no idea how much you’re wrecking me, just by letting me do this.” He whispered as he switched over to her other nipple. 

It should be fair after all.

Y/N sucked in a breath beneath him as he continued his worship of her breasts, switching between gentle suckling and light grazes of his teeth that made her arch into him beautifully, and he felt like he was a little drunk. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so captivated by simply touching someone like this- but then again, no one had ever felt like this in his arms before.

“Harry, please.” Y/N’s voice was strained as she watched him look up through his lashes, a hiss leaving her as he pulled back from her wet nipple with a ‘pop’. 

“Hm? What is it, honey?” 

“I need more. I’m going… I feel all hot and I’m aching, I need something.” Her pleas were music to his damn ears, fingers gliding back down towards her panties. 

“Oh, S’okay. It’s alright, I’ll take care of you. I just needed a little taste of these, okay? They’re so pretty… You’re so beautiful, I can’t help myself.”

She wasn’t the only one feeling it. The pink patch of arousal on her panties had grown since his exploration of her tits had begun, but with Harry’s cock was aching in his briefs there was a stain of his own from the pre-cum dribbling out from the slit. It was difficult not to have his body react so strongly, throbbing with every whimper and moan she made, every time she ran her fingers in his hair.

It was ridiculous, but it was a long time coming. He had wanted Y/N for fucking ages, and seeing her sprawled out in front of him was like a dream come true. 

He liked that she could see it, how it affected him just as much. There was no shame in letting Y/N know just how much he adored her- but right now, he wanted to focus on making her feel good, on taking care of her needy body. Even if it meant his own discomfort for a little while longer.   

“Spread your legs wider for me, love. Let me between ‘em.”

Maneuvering his body between her parted thighs, he let out a shaky breath of his own as he aligned himself perfectly on top of her so that the head of his cock pressed right against where she needed him most - through the thin layers of their underwear. 

The quiet groan vibrated off the walls of his living room as he slowly dropped his hips, letting the thick head of his shaft glide along the slick seam of her panties until he felt it settle right against her swollen clit.

"Fuck.” The thick swallow was audible as he dropped his head to look between them momentarily before dropping his face to her neck, kissing the slightly salted skin. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?" He murmured against her neck, holding himself up on his forearms so she could feel his weight pressing her into the couch.

Her back arched, pushing her breasts against his chest as she let out a low sound in her throat. Y/N had never felt small before, never felt delicate, but with him on top of her? That feeling was more achievable. The guys she had dated prior had all been leaner, shorter, and there was nothing wrong with that at all- but this? 

This was her wet dream come to life. 

"Yes... God, yes." Her legs spread, welcoming him between them as she wrapped them around his thighs again, pulling their centers flush. 

He had mentioned wanting her thighs around him and she was making it happen for him, just as he was giving her something she had always wanted. The movement made his cock slide against the slick lips of her cunt through their underwear, making her more wet by the minute. 

Truthfully? Getting wet sometimes had been a struggle in the past, but with Harry it had been strangely effortless. Easy. There was no denying the power he held over her body, and she loved every bit of. "You’re so warm... and big." She muttered softly, hiding her face in his neck to hide her embarrassment. Talking during things like this wasn’t something she usually did but it felt impossible not to tell him how pleased she was. How much she loved feeling him, how she wanted him all over her body, how she wanted him to stretch her open. 

There was no doubt in her mind that he would do it in the way she had always craved but never was brave enough to attempt. "You're-You’re huge compared to my toys... and they stretch me well."

"Mmm..." The sound was husky and pleased as he let his tongue brush against her neck, his hips rolling gently, experimenting with the pressure. "M’gonna stretch you so much better than those toys ever could, honey." His voice was a deep rumble against her skin as he continued grinding, relishing in the heat of it all. The wetness he could feel as he rubbed himself off against her, the feel of her thighs, lush and pretty as they wrapped around his waist. 

If he was a weaker man, he’d say fuck it and take her, but he knew he wanted to try and do it right. 

Besides- he knew he wouldn’t be able to last too long if he did. This was the perfect middle ground. 

“I know you will.” Her breathy voice panted in his ear. “It feels so good just like this. Having you so close and- and feeling how big you are, you’re hitting right against my clit n’I feel so good, I can’t believe it.”

"That's my girl... Believe it. Just take what feels good. That’s what I want you t’feel. Just let me take care of you." He murmured against her skin, his hips moving in slow, steady rocks as he ground against her core. The friction was intense in a way he hadn’t really expected, his cock throbbing through his briefs as he felt her begin to properly soak through the fabric of her panties and to his own. 

Harry had plenty of sex before, but if he was being truthful it felt more intense just rutting against her than it had with some of the real sex he’s had.

"Your little pussy’s so wet already... can feel it through your panties. M’gonna love seeing how wet you get when I touch you properly. When I finger you and stretch you open... Since y’said I was so much bigger than what you’re used to." His words were hoarse, his lips wet from licking over them, every nerve feeling sensitive as he felt her touch over him with the featherlight strokes of her fingers.

 Fuck, he couldn’t wait for that. He wanted it, he wanted to feel her soak him in every way possible, but he couldn’t deny that this alone was enough to get him off. 

“Shouldn’t feel this good, touchin’ you like this. Rubbing off against you… Feels so fuckin’ hot against my dick, honey. Getting my briefs all wet with you, can nearly see through your little panties. Fuck me.” The hiss was through his teeth as he pulled away for a moment to look at her.

Just the view between her legs alone was priceless, the tight feeling in his balls making him want to groan as he really let himself take it in. 

The fabric of her panties were soaked through, the soaked spot spreading outwards as he looked down between their bodies. The sticky, almost see-through material clung to her, outlining the shape of her puffy pussy so perfectly it felt unfair. He could see the plump folds of her cunt pressing against the damp fabric, leaving little to the imagination.  

It wasn’t just the sight of it either. 

The heady scent of her arousal was heavy in the air, nearly making his mouth water because- god, he wanted to lick her. He wanted to clean her with his tongue, make her squirm as he held her thighs against his head, bury his tongue in her leaky little hole, but he was trying to be good. 

“Harry.” Y/N breathed, pulling her panties taut. It gave him an even better look, her thighs spreading all the way open to spread her out and gave a peak of her swollen clit through the fabric- the slick, nearly translucent excuse of a covering. “I-I know you said we have to keep our bottoms on but you can take yours off. T-That’s okay, right? I’ll just keep these on, n’you can keep going.” Her words were a little jumbled but he knew what she was feeling. 

The undeniable urge to have more, to be greedy, to take and take until they were as close as they could be despite the boundaries they’d laid out.

He was feeling the exact same thing. 

Horny beyond belief, desperate for more, but trying to keep some semblance of his promise. 

If he was a better man, he may have said no- but it wasn’t entirely against the rules, was it? Keeping her barrier on, even if it was barely there, it was fine. Maybe he was clutching at straws but he didn’t particularly have the ability to think it through. 

Instead, he jumped at the opportunity. Pulling his briefs off, he let his cock free of the confines and watched her lip pout as he stood momentarily to get them down off of his ankles. 

“Holy shit, Harry.” She breathed, eyes slightly wide. “It’s… wow. How do you-”

Before she could finish her sentence, he was lining himself right back up against her, grinding his bare cock against her soaking panties. The absence of even the thinnest layer made everything feel so much more intense - the heat of her pussy against his shaft, the slickness of her arousal soaking through the cotton to coat his shaft properly, the way his pre-cum was now freely leaking onto her fabric- it was sinful, it was filthy, and he wanted all of it and more.

"I know. It’s big compared to your little cunt, but we’ll make it work. I’ll make sure it’s all good for you, all the time.” Letting himself get wet with her was an experience he wasn’t going to forget. Ages of daydreaming about her didn’t do any of this justice, though he knew that whenever he got inside of her that his life would be ruined. 

Y/N was ruining him for any other woman, so it was good that he wanted her and her alone. 

“Does that feel better, baby?" He groaned as he dropped back to let their lips linger against each other, his hips rolling with more force now that they were skin to damp fabric. “S’this what you wanted?”

"Mhm... yes." She murmured, her answer muffled against his mouth, lips sliding against each other before she kissed him hungrily. The hot push of his tongue into her mouth had her whimpering, brushing over her own. Prior to this she had never been kissed back with the need, the hunger she had always imagined feeling, but he gave anything she tried to hand over tenfold.

It was absolutely filthy, feeling the string of spit against her chin as he pulled back to take a breath, but his smile was filthier. The flash of teeth, dimples in his cheeks and the heat behind his eyes had her clutching the nape of his neck to pull him back down for more.

Her legs threaded back around his waist, pulling him closer as she arched up to meet his grinding movements. "It feels so much better. You're so warm and thick and... Oh."  She let out a soft cry as he hit her clit perfectly, the bare head of his cock nudging right against the swollen bundle of nerves through barely there barrier. "God, Harry. You're gonna make me cum like this."

"Yeah, that’s what I want." He growled against her mouth, the prospect making him want to increase the pace. The whole point was to make her feel good, make her cum on his cock- even if it wasn’t the way they both likely craved- and give them both a taste. 

A sampling of the chemistry they had, confirming the inevitable.

It was safe to say that the levels were off the damn chart. “Sweet little pussy’s so fucking sensitive, huh?" He groaned, rubbing against her again as he felt her hips jerk up against him. "Feels so good rubbing against your clit, baby. S’fucking perfect. Just want you to cum for me, just want to watch you feel good, feel you fall apart just for me.” 

Lips dipping down to her ear, he gently nudged his nose right under it before he kissed the spot, letting himself indulge in the behavior he knew she wanted. “Don’t you want to give me what I want?”

"Yes." She whimpered, head tilting to the side to give him better access to her neck. "I want to give you everything you want. I want to be good for you." Her words were slurred, the haze of pleasure making it hard for her to think of anything but Harry, Harry, Harry.

 It was like a drug, the feeling of his body on top of hers, the heavy weight of his hips pressing down on her clit as he rolled against her. Nails dragged down the back of his neck towards his shoulders, the heavy breath accompanied by soft little whines as the pressure of orgasm that had settled in her lower tummy started to expand.

"Knew you would.. so be a good girl for me and cum. Let me have it, let it go. You’ve been so good today, you deserve t’feel good." He murmured against her neck, sucking gently on the skin at the hinge of her jaw as he felt her nails dig in harder. 

The bite was delicious, and he wanted more of it. Feeling her come undone, losing control of her usually measured actions, he wanted to see what she was like when she needed something and he provided.

"Want you to make a real mess of me with your pretty cunt, okay baby? I know you can do it. Love how wet you are for me, love that I can feel your precious little clit throbbing. You’re so close, yeah?" He panted, sliding a hand under her hair to cup the back of her neck and tilt her head up. “C’mon, honey. Let me watch you cum.”

“Yeah, yeah, M’gonna.” The slightly panicked whisper died out as the slow burn of her orgasm was a wave that started to roll through her, the pleasure that had built in her lower tummy growing hot, making her thighs start to tremble as it finally crested and boiled over. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth opening in a soft ‘o’ as she gasped for breath, her body tensing underneath his as her clit throbbed against his cock while it rubbed right against it with the perfect, messy thrust that she had craved.

"Good girl...That’s so good, S’fucking perfect. Just like that." He groaned, feeling the shift in her body immediately. It was beyond beautiful, watching her face contort with pleasure that he had been the cause of as she made that wild, needy, perfect sound that he loved. "Look how pretty you are when you cum." He panted, rolling his hips with softer motions against hers, letting his cock rub her through it.

  “Knew it would be gorgeous, but you blow me away.”

With his mouth back on hers, he kissed her as he worked her over the end of it. Tasting her tongue, feeling her pant against his mouth, all of it fueled him as he felt his cock get a little more slick. Her orgasm was the end of her poor panties, not a semblance of dry fabric anywhere on the gusset of them. They’d ruined them.

Just as he wanted.

"Too much... Too sensitive." She whimpered, her hips bucking sharply against him, pushing his cock away from her over sensitized clit before pulling him back again. The contact of having him close felt incredible, but the pleasure was too much.

The knowledge he hadn’t finished yet wasn’t lost on her, though, and she wasn’t about to let that slide.Even with the haze of her orgasm, she knew she had to do it. Giving him what he had given her felt like a need more than want.

With a small sound, she gently pushed at his shoulders, breaking the kiss as she looked up at him with pleading eyes that were still hazy with the pleasure still running through her body. Warm and happy and now needy in a different way. 

Y/N wanted to give him something he had wanted, make him cum, and though she was slightly embarrassed to ask, that embarrassment didn’t outweigh the want to provide.

"You… You mentioned that you wanted to fuck my thighs. Can I give you that?" The hands gliding up his arms had her momentarily distracted by ink and muscle and how badly she wanted to bite them, but she refocused as she felt his cock twitch against her cunt. “Don’t know how to do it but I want you to do it, want you to cum like that.”

Staring down at her momentarily, it registered that she was serious. With only a brief mention of it just minutes prior, she was ready and willing to give him something he had been thinking about for ages, and that had him clenching his eyes shut. "Fuck." He hissed, his self-control was close to breaking. She was being so damn perfect for him, giving him exactly what he needed and wanted in the best ways possible. 

There was no way he was going to fuck this up. He needed to make sure she was his, that he locked her down completely. The date was going to be planned as soon as humanly possible, because he needed her, and he’d waited quite a while to have her. 

Admiration from the other side of the reception desk, her friendly face, their quick conversations and how pretty and sometimes shy she would get when she had to ask him questions about his schedule? It had made him so disgustingly fond over her, the crush building up quickly- but seeing her like this? 

It was his undoing. 

"Yeah, baby. I want that. Wanna fuck these pretty thighs until I cum all over them." His voice was strained as his eyes opened and he carefully pulled back from between her legs, sitting back on his heels as he took in the sight of her spread out before him, panties ruined and thighs shaking slightly. 

His wet dream. 

Her inner thighs were already wet. It would be easy, but considering he was so close to busting that wouldn’t matter.  “M’not gonna last long at all, honey. I’m close already, and you look so fucking gorgeous… Can barely think straight.” His hands moved to her hips, adjusting her a little before he let them glide over her thighs with a curse. 

So soft. They were so pretty, her perfect thighs, and they were all for him right now. She offered them, given him his desire on a silver platter, and he wished he could last longer… but he knew from the pulsing of his cock that it was impossible. 

“This is how we’re going to do this.” Letting his hands (sadly) leave her thighs, he moved them to her calves and slowly raised her legs up. One ankle in each hand, he pressed her legs together with a nearly delirious laugh, kissing the left ankle. “Just let me hold your legs up, and all you have to do is squeeze those thighs together. Can y’do that for me?”

"Mhm. I can do it." She hummed, her legs easily moving into the position he wanted. Her ankles resting against his chest, knees straight and pressed together tightly, making a perfect little pillow for him to rest his cock against. "Like this?" She asked softly, peering up at him with a shy smile as she squeezed her thighs together.

“Yeah, baby. Jus’ like that.” 

It was unreal, seeing just how cute she managed to be even when they were in this situation. It was filthy, his cock slick with her and dribbling precum onto the back of her thighs and yet she made him have fucking butterflies with that pretty smile and shyness that always had him wanted to treat her with the tenderness she deserved. 

Thankfully, he was getting a chance to show her that he could to that and make her feel good in the ways she wanted, and he wasn’t going to waste it. 

Sliding his prick between her hot, lush thighs was a religious experience. He would vouch for that as he looked down at the view, feeling her squeeze them like he’d asked.

“Oh, god.” The thick swallow was audible as he rocked forward, letting himself feel her. “I’ve dreamed of this.”

A nervous giggle left her lips as she watched him, his length sliding between her thighs, back and forth. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, like he was in awe. Nothing made her feel more appreciated than that, even with it being so new. He’d always given her all his attention, even when they were just simply friends, but it felt like so much more at this moment that she didn’t know how to handle it. 

It was arousing, yes, but his attention had her giddy and nervous, giggly in a way she had never been. Sex had never made her feel so strangely happy to give to her partner. The stuff she had done before was mostly tame, and she’d never had her thighs fucked before, but she was going to like it. She just knew it. 

It was obvious that he was trying to hold himself back, that he was trying to make this good for her even though he was clearly barely hanging on by a thread. 

“Be selfish, Harry.” She whispered up to him. “I already came. It’s okay. You don’t have to hold on for me. Take what you want.”

Harry wanted to insist, really- he wanted to try and give her more, to be more gentle with it, but she didn’t want that. He could see it on her face that she was curious and she wanted more- so again, he gave in. A curse came out on a moan as her permission undid something in him and unraveled the coils he had tried to keep wound up. 

The gentle rocking turned into something more purposeful, his hips rolling between her thighs with more force as he chased his own orgasm. The sight of her lying there, letting him use her pretty thighs for his pleasure had him close to tears almost because it was so fucking sweet and hot and everything he had wanted. "Thank you, honey. Thank you, s’so fucking good. They’re so soft, so pretty, m’obsessed with them.”

He wasn't lying when he said he was obsessed. Being between the both of her thighs was everything he had dreamed about and more, and he knew instantly that he was fucked. 

Feeling this wasn’t just a passing fantasy, it wasn’t a one off experiment- it was something he’d be thinking about for the rest of time. 

There was something inherently intimate about fucking between them, being able to look down and see his cock disappearing between those soft, plush, thighs that squeezed him between them and were wet with the both of them. See the tip press out of the other side, feel the base snug against the backs of them before he pulled back out and started it over again. Every thrust had him panting, the wet sound of their combined arousal costing him slicking the path.

The way her thighs felt around his cock was a dream come true. He had jacked off thinking about this exact scenario more times than he could count. The softness, the heat, the way they squeezed him and gave into the friction, it was like a fucking heaven between her legs and he hadn’t even been in her cunt yet.

 "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He warned her, voice strained as he looked down at where his cock was disappearing between her thighs over and over again. The sight was obscene and perfect and everything he had wanted, but now he was about to make even more of a mess of her thighs and he wanted to warn her because he knew it was going to be a lot. "S’gonna be a lot cum coming out of me, baby." The warning did little to hide how wrecked he was, hips stuttering as he felt it raise up to the top, overflowing.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, baby..." The warning gave way to groaning as his orgasm ripped through him suddenly, making his hips jerk forward sharply as he spilled between her thighs. 

Thick ropes of cum dripped over her skin, coating the insides of her thighs and spurting over her panties as he rode it out with rough thrusts between them. He heard her gasp, felt her thighs squeeze around him harder as if trying to hold him in place while he painted her with his release. His hips jerked forward again, this time a long line of cum landing on the little bow on the front of her panties and the softness of her stomach before settling the tip between her squeezed thighs, the rest dribbling out and coating the tops of them. 

"Fuck, look at you…” He panted weakly, slowly coming down from his high as he looked down at what he had done to her. The sight made his spent cock twitch weakly between her thighs. 

Thighs coated in his cum, her panties completely ruined and stained with it. The translucent fabric having pools of him over the puffy lips, downright nasty in a way that made his cock twitching it’s spot between her legs. He had made such a mess of her, and he kinda hated how much he loved it.  "Didn't know I'd cum that much, Jesus. M’sorry."

“It’s okay.” She smiled up at him, saccharine and soft before her eyes went back to the filth he has painted her with. “Is it weird that I like it?”

“No, it’s not. But we can’t talk about that right this second because I’ll get hard again, and I still need t’get you the gelato we’ve been talking about.” His eyes clenched shut as he tried to push away the arousal but it was fruitless when her thighs opened up and let him go, seeing the pearly load smeared all over them.

That was an image he wished he had photographic evidence of, but he would be revisiting that view in his head later on when he had to get off. It was going to go platinum in his spank bank, that’s for sure. 

 “Let me clean you up. Just sit right here, I’ll be right back.”

“Oh! Gelato, I forgot!” Her face absolutely lit up as she kicked her feet in the air with her toes flexing as she swiped her finger over her stomach to clean up some his cum before pointing towards the bathroom. “Okay, let’s be quick, cause I’ve been thinking about it since you mentioned it this morning.”

Dropping a kiss to her cheek, he walked towards his bathroom with a newfound pep in his step. He let himself be silent as the water warmed, letting that buzz run over his spine again at the realization that she was waiting out there for him. He had made her cum, she’d let him fuck her thighs, and she wanted to be with him. 

The development had been one that he wasn’t expecting fully, but he had been more than relieved that once exiting the shower and eating the food he’d ordered them that nothing had been weird or awkward. When they’d sat on the couch, she had crawled into his lap and he had felt his heart skip a few beats before wrapping his arms around her. 

They’d discussed some of the more difficult aspects of the thing that had just happened, Harry insisting that they had to tell the other employees that the man wasn’t allowed anywhere near the gym or her and make sure they know his face so they can call the proper authorities if he was seen sneaking around.

 It upset her a bit, and he knew it was mostly embarrassment but he’d assured her that the only person who needed to feel embarrassed was the piece of shit currently at the jail. 

But surprisingly, Y/N had been the one to move on and ask the question that he’d had in the back of his mind. 

“What did we need to talk about?” She asked hesitantly, fiddling with the cross on his necklace. “For like.. You said we needed to talk before we did anything else and im not- I’m not trying to say we need to, I just wanted to know what it was.”

Harry certainly wanted to do more. Hell, he had been holding his breath half the times she’d shifted on his lap, but he needed to have a conversation with her before anything went further.

“Right.” He cleared his throat, letting his hand rest on her hip. “I… I just wanted to say that I really like you. I like spending time with you and there's like… There are feelings there. I didn’t want to assume anything on your part and I know we’ve briefly touched on this whole philosophy of dating stuff in the past, but m’not super into hookups. I mean…” His throat felt thick as he watched her head tilt, waiting for him to continue. 

“I would want… more. If we did that. Because I like you, and I can’t really stop those feelings from growing. If we start messing around physically….” His tongue felt tied and it was most definitely the least smooth he had been in his life but hell, he was slightly fearful of rejection. All signs pointed to her wanting what he did, but he wasn’t dumb enough to make assumptions for her, especially after what had happened. 

“Basically, for lack of better words, if you give me permission to touch you and love on you n’all of that, m’not gonna want to stop. I’m going to keep getting attached and… I’ll get jealous and all of that shit that comes with it, and I wanted to give you an out. Especially considering we work together, I don’t want you to feel any sort of pressure in the slightest because of-”

For the second time, he was cut off with the sweetest, softest lips he had the privilege of now being familiar with. 

Immediately, he felt his muscles soften and his form sag as her fingers caressed his cheek, holding out the kiss before pressing three parting pecks to his lips, his breathing slightly ragged as she pulled away. 

“I like you too.” She laughed softly. “I don’t need an out, but I appreciate you giving me one. I have had feelings for you too and… I’d like them to grow, if that’s a seed you’d want to water. I’ve had a nasty little crush on you since I’ve started, if I’m honest.” Y/N admitted it slightly shy, but Harry had been the one to just pour himself out to her so she couldn’t deny him the same treatment. 

“Your arms…” Y/N whispered, running her fingers over some of the ink there. “They’re just… perfect.” 

It was hard to not feel that smugness as she admitted that to him. Considering just how much he did work on them, it always brought pride when people complimented them- but Y/N looking at them the way she was, giving him the look she was? 

He’d never felt borderline giddy over a compliment before but there was a first time for everything. 

“I’ve always thought about how strong you are and how you could do some damage but you don’t. You use your arms to protect people- protect me. I could tell how badly you wanted to go over there to that man and use them, but you kept me in them instead. And maybe m’a little fucked up for it but it just made me….” She trailed off, making him shake his head. 

Oh no. She wasn’t getting out of this confession. 

“Made you what, love? You can tell me.” He nudged, feeling her hand squeeze slightly around his bicep. 

“It made me a little worked up. Cause, you know… they’re capable of so much. You held me nice and tight and it made me think about what other instances you’d hold me tight like that. Or how you could lift me up so easily, or even pin me down. I dunno! I’m being weird, I don’t….” 

It was obvious talking about it made her flustered and he loved every single moment of it. His sweet girl had been imagining him manhandling her? Using his arms to do dirty things to her? He had to know more. 

“Keep going. You’re making me very flattered, Angel.” He mumbled, feeling her words hit him right in the stomach in the best way. “There’s nothing wrong with that thinking. Because I would do all of that, if that’s what you’d want.”

Harry would do even more if he had the green light to do so. 

“Really?” His nod made her continue. “I don’t know, I just think about how you’re so… big that way and how easily you’ve picked me up or pulled me to you and it makes me wonder if you’d do that sort of stuff… in bed.” She whispered the last words, but his girl powered through.

 “I haven’t been with anyone who’s done that and I’m not even sure I ever thought about it before you, but when we met I kind of just started thinking about it. You’re big and strong and you can have me do anything you want and I think I’d like it. It’s new to me… I’ve never really given it much thought before, but I…. Yeah.” Y/N swallowed audibly, chancing a look up at him only to find him staring right back.

“I’d do any of it. But what are you thinking about the most?” He asked curiously. A glutton for punishment. “You aren’t the only one who’s thought about it. I’ve thought about you in the same filthy ways, but if you tell me the thing you’ve been thinking about most then I’ll tell you some of them.” 

It seemed to open her up a tiny bit despite the shyness in her voice, eyes closing as she spoke it out. “Like… you on my back, and your arm around my neck. On top of me like that and your um, keeping me in place while you do stuff to me.” 

Stumbling on words had never been cuter, never made his cock this thick. 

“Not completely choking me with it or anything but just… you know, keeping me locked there. A little helpless because I know you’ll keep me safe and there’s no real danger but it’d be a rush.” 

“You really want that?” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear as she nodded, going to hide her face in his neck but was quickly was stopped by his hand gripping the back of it. “Don’t hide, honey. Don’t want you to keep that pretty face away from me. I like hearing about the things you’ve been wanting me to do to you. But a deal’s a deal, isn’t it?” 

Y/N’s eyes widened, nodding at the reminder. Of course she wanted to know. His hand left her neck to cover her thigh, squeezing over it again on the top above her knee. The man was silent for a few moments before he started speaking. 

“Thought about all of you, obviously, because m’certain you’re the most stunning woman in the world- at least t’me- but it’s been your thighs lately. How pretty they are.” 

Those thighs had taken up a criminal amount of time in his brain as he thought about them every time he saw them. In leggings, in those yoga pants, especially those fucking work out shorts where the smooth, silky skin was on display, the little bit of puckered skin, some stretch marks- fuck, they were perfect. He had to keep his mouth from watering. 

“Really?” She looked surprised at his answer. “I’ve never been told that before. I’ve um.. I’ve got some cellulite.”

“Yeah, and I love it. S’not a bad thing to me.” He wanted to cut that thinking out of her. There was no way on earth he was going to let her think that something like that would deter him,’especially when it only added to his attraction to her. 

“I want t’kiss on them, mark them up with my teeth if you’d allow it. You’d probably think less of me if you knew how much I think about how I want to keep them around my head and have you pull me into you or keep me locked with my face buried in your hot little pussy to make you cum.”

 It was daily. 

Sometimes more than once a day and he had been slightly ashamed of himself for imagining that at first, but having her in his lap with said thighs on his own, he felt the shame leave as soon as she had sat her ass down.

 “Or I think about having them around my waist while I’m inside of you a variety of ways… even thought about pushing your thighs together and slicking my cock up to fuck them. Haven’t done that before either, but they’re so soft…” Feather light, he ran his fingertips over her inner thigh. It didn’t seem voluntary, but a sweet whine left her throat and he felt it in his bones. 

“Yeah. I’d like to do that… but your whole body is a temptation to me. I’m sure you know that.” 

She had to have some clue. There was no way he had been subtle enough to hide just how much he stared at her.

 “The pretty tops you wear and those tight pants…. The shorts, too. All of it. I don’t think you have the capacity to be anything but gorgeous, but even more so when you get a bit of a sweat  worked up. I’ve always wanted to be the one to make you like that, and not because I’ve got you hitting a punching bag.” 

A small, soft whimper left her lips at his words, her cheeks hot. This was the reaction he wanted from her, watching her get the tiniest bit shy but more than that, aroused from it. Seeing her look at him with that little haze in her eyes, it fueled him. 

Her thighs squeezed together slightly,  pressing against his sides as she shifted in his lap. He felt her hands tighten on his arms, nails digging in slightly as she took in his words. There was a moment of hesitation before she leaned in closer, voice a breathy whisper as she spoke close to his ear. 

“Show me. Show me what you mean.” She challenged softly, albeit shyly.

“I…” Harry had to swallow the words when he felt her hips roll, the heat of her cunt pressed up against his half hard dick through their now comfortable clothes. The breath caught in his throat as he felt her lips press against the thin skin under his ear, the warmth of her breath washing over his neck as she dragged herself over him again, the small grind doing nothing to stop the issue. “Oh, fuck, Y/N. I wanted t’be a gentleman. Take you out on a date before we… we do this.”

“We don’t have to.” Y/N pulled her face back, looking unsure. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to pressure you at all. I-“ 

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” Harry’s rasp was darker than he meant for it to be, a little sharper too, but he could see the little shiver go up her spine as his palms went for her thighs, squeezing the tops of them before he slid them up to her hips and picked her up to sit right on top of him- right on top of his cock. 

There was no hiding what she was doing to him. 

“Don’t mistake my words for rejection, because they’re not. We’re going t’feel good, because I can’t fucking think about anything other than the fact that you were grinding that precious cunt on me and I want to make you feel good more than I want to breathe right now- but I’m just telling you.” 

Taking the lead this time, he pulled her hips to help her rock on top of his cock, head leaning back against the sofa with a soft noise of pleasure. “Things are changing, then. If you want me to make you cum, you’re my girl. Maybe… shit, that feels so good.” His breathless pant interrupted his words as he looked to where she was sitting on him. 

A dream come fucking true. 

“I’m just saying, my intentions are the same. I want t’date you. I want a relationship, and that’s not going to stop if we do this. M’gonna take you out, buy you flowers… All of it.” Feeling her move her hips, he drifted a hand up towards the back of her neck and brought her forward, stealing a kiss from her. “Just need to make sure, 100% that you want this. Because it’ll only be the beginning.”

“Yeah. I want it so bad, Harry.” Y/N’s voice was borderline whiny but he loved every second of it. “I want to go on dates and.. and hang out without exercising… or at least doing this type of exercise, and I want you to keep kissing me and touching me and being so nice…” She babbled slightly, nudging her nose with his. “You make me feel crazy and I like it.”

“Good.” Harry breathed out against her lips, his fingers squeezing the back of her neck possessively. “That’s how you should feel. That’s how I feel every time I see you in those tiny shorts when we have our sessions with your legs on display. Or when you bend over to pick something up at the gym and your fucking hips are on full display and I’m over there trying to pretend like I don’t want to fuck you over the nearest weight bench, which is fucking hard when it’s the truth.”

It made him extremely happy that it wasn’t one sided. For a while he had thought it was, but given that for a good bit she had assumed he was taken and they’d not really breached the coworker level of friends, he could see it much better now. They saw each other multiple times a week outside of work, they texted, they had inside jokes- and he knew for sure it wasn’t just a passing crush. 

He wanted her more than he could ever remember wanting a person. 

“Want to bring you flowers, and memorize your orders for restaurants… I want t’meet your cat and make sure they like me, want to spend our days off together and watch those videos you tell me about with the ponds… I want it all, not just this- but fuck, I can’t believe how good you feel even just doing this.” 

He slipped his fingers underneath her top, gazing at her for permission. When it was granted, he let himself go for the bare skin of her back, pulling her to lean into him. “Does it feel good, baby? Rubbing yourself against my dick like this?” 

He could see that it did. Her mouth was swollen and open a little, her brows furrowed as she worked, the quickness of her breathing, it wasn’t hard to miss- but he didn’t forget what she said. “Or do you want me to take over? Show you some of the strength you seem to love.”

Her response was immediate, a sharp inhale followed by a whimper as she nodded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck for support. The movement pressed her chest flush against his own, and he felt her hard nipples through the thin fabric of his top that was covering her. 

She had stripped herself of her sports bra, and the knowledge had him hot. All of it was waiting for him underneath his shirt, in his living room, wanting his touch- he wanted it right back. 

"Please..." She whispered, her voice trembling, and it made his cock twitch. The pleading tone was almost too much for him to handle. He swallowed hard, his hands moving from her hips down to her thighs before gripping them tightly and standing up suddenly. 

“Then let me give you what you want.”

That would become his life goal if she let him.

"We’re not going to fucking today." He dropped her gently onto his couch, making a sad noise at the back of her throat at the loss of his body covering hers.

God, she was so fucking precious. 

"We're gonna be… practicing. Gonna show you what we’re going to do once I take you out on a proper date and ask you to be my girl in the way you deserve." 

Harry pulled his shirt off slowly, revealing his chiseled torso to her. "You can touch me wherever you want, but we’re keeping our bottoms on.” He didn’t want the temptation to say ‘fuck it’, because he knew what could happen in the heat of the moment- but he wasn’t cruel. He’d make her cum, and make sure it was good.

She bit her lip, taking in the sight of his bare chest. The tattoos that covered his arms and chest, the muscle she only got glimpses of when he lifted his shirt to wipe sweat off his face or had been exposed once when they ran in the rain. 

Yet again, his ego was stroked without her barely doing a thing. 

Y/N reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing against his skin. "You're so warm..." She murmured softly, her touch light as she explored his chest carefully.    "And... hard." She added softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze. "Everywhere."   She smiled shyly, her hands slowly spreading out to cover more of his chest.

"Yeah?" Harry's chest puffed out slightly under her touch, his muscles tensing almost on purpose just so she could feel them better. 

He’d probably cringe at himself for that later, but he wanted her to see them at their best- and she seemed to fucking love it. 

"You like that? Me being hard everywhere?" He smirked down at her, watching her explore his body like she had every right to do so. She did, especially right now, but he knew putting this boundary was edging himself. 

Harry wanted her so fucking badly, but he respected her more than to think with his dick. He’d give her a taste of what it was like to be his, happily, but he would make sure that this date was happening very soon. 

His abs tensed under her touch when she drifted lower, fingers tracing the V that disappeared into his boxers. “I know I said your muscles are big… you’re big in general, and I assumed about you here… but holy shit.” Y/N giggled nervously, looking up at him as her hand came dangerously close to his cock, brushing his thigh instead. 

“S’that a good thing for you?” He mirrored the nervous laugh, reaching a hand out for hers before connecting their digits momentarily. 

If she touched his cock properly he would cum a little too quick and he was very aware of it. Just seeing her hand near it had him leaking. 

“Yeah. It’s just bigger than my toys.. than anyone I’ve tried before. We’re going to have to work up to it.” 

The slight worry on her face had him clicking his tongue, reaching for her face with his other hand to tip her chin up. “Yeah, we will. I’ll make sure you can take it. Think of it as another form of training, yeah?” 

That seemed to be something she liked. His thumb brushing over her lip was pulled into her mouth, the hot, slick graze of her tongue making him grit his teeth. “Oh, I see. I see it much better now. You like the idea of me training you and that pretty cunt a little too much.” 

His thumb was dragged out of her mouth, much to her dismay considering the pout that followed. “How do you know it’s pretty? You haven’t even seen it.”

If Harry was a stronger man he would tell her to show him. To expose the pretty pussy that he knew in his bones was there- but he knew if he did that he would likely end up doing something a bit too much, and he was trying to be good. 

“Because it’s you.” Was what he came up with, ending it there as he climbed on top of her. Right between spread thighs, fingers going for her running shorts underneath the bulk of his tee shirt. 

Well, he could have kissed her for a lot of things. He almost had quite a few times, especially lately. It was hard to keep his temptation to himself when she had become comfortable being touchy with him and started to lean into him, adjust his shirt for him, put his bandana back into his hair, and all the hugs. Hugs he savored each and every moment of, considering she had been more than happy to provide them. He wasn’t sure if this was normal friend behavior on her part, but it wasn’t for him. 

It was supposed to be a good day, today. They’d go on a jog, Y/N would complain and they’d stop for gelato before going back to his place to work a little on throwing punches at his bag in the corner. But when he answered the phone, he felt his stomach drop. 

“He’s following me, H. The guy from the gym. I saw his car, I’m… I’m walking towards you, but I just saw him get out.” Her voice shook, making his blood go cold. As much as he was panicking, he knew he needed to stay calm. Being freaked out would only make it worse for her. “Fuck, he’s coming my way.”

“Where are you exactly?” He kept his voice calm as he walked out of the courtyard, eyes sharp as he tried to gauge where she was. Immediately he was on alert, trying his best to keep himself from taking out in a sprint immediately without knowing which way to go. 

“There wasn't any parking in the lot so I had to go down the s-street a little. I thought I saw him driving behind me, he must have taken down my plate or something but he- he’s walking behind me, H. What should I do?” Her shaky voice, so terrified, hurt him personally. Got him right in the chest. It enraged him. 

“Tell me where you are, babe.” He coaxed. “I’m walking out of the entrance now, near the hydrangea. You remember?” As much as he wanted to run to her and knock the son of a bitch out, he wanted to keep anything from escalating. The poor thing just needed to get to him, and he was coming. 

“I’m down Granger Street. I’m-” She stopped talking, making his heart stop. “I’m speeding up and so is he. He’s trying to talk to me.” He could hear it muffled in the phone as he walked towards the street, gritting his teeth as he heard her answering him. The man’s voice was clearer by the second, making him realize he was definitely getting closer to her. 

Son of a bitch. Harry knew where she was, and he didn’t hesitate to take off running. She wasn’t far away at all, but it still was too far for his comfort. This shouldn’t even be happening at all. 

“Please leave me alone.” Y/N’s voice was trembling as she spoke. He kept the phone to his ear as he ran, not even feeling it. His objective was to get to her and make sure she was safe. “I said no, I’m not single. I’m… I don’t like how close you are to me.” If Harry hadn’t been running before, he was a flash of light in people’s eyes now. Weaving around the restaurant patios and people walking their dogs, his heart felt like it was in his throat as he turned onto the street. To his horror, the man was in her personal space- but as he approached, he watched her instincts kick in. The creep was in her personal bubble, which made it easier for her to bring her knee up and get him in the groin. 

“Y/N!” He called out, running fast as the man fell to his knees. It was a blur as he got to her, out of breath and panting as he pulled her into his arms and put her behind him. “Use my phone, call the emergency line.” The instructions were far calmer than he felt, but Y/N was already shaken up. She didn’t need to be on the receiving end of his anger. Maybe he should have comforted her first, but he needed to make sure the man stayed away from her and didn’t get away. He waited until he heard her talking to them before approaching the crumbled heap of a creep. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” The snarl was directed at the man.

“I’m gonna press charges! The bitch assaulted me!” He wheezed, looking pale and worse for wear. Good. Harry wanted him to suffer. “I wanted to take her out, but she can’t appreciate a dedicated man.”

“Because you’re a piece of shit stalker. I don’t know how stupid you’ve got t’be to think that following a woman and ignoring her denial is in any way romantic, but you’re sick. Grabbing at her?” He felt the rage bubbling under his skin. So badly, did he want to grab him by the scruff and punch him repeatedly. Violence wasn’t something Harry really indulged in unless it was a safe fight, but the feeling he felt now was something that was intense and honestly, scaring him. He knew he couldn’t- but god, he wanted to. Hearing Y/N’s teary voice made it even worse, reverberating through his ears and challenging every instinct he had to go for him in order to keep calm. 

“Is everything okay?” A couple walking their dog approached, looking curiously at the scene. He knew it was best that everyone knew the danger, that there were more witnesses. 

“No. This sick fuck was stalking my girl and grabbed her arm, insisting he take her out.” He looked down in disgust. There would never be a universe where he would understand how people couldn’t understand the phrase no. Hell, even polite declines. Hints were hints and she had said no multiple times before it, but apparently he just didn’t get it. Surely he would now. The hope was to get a man like this off the street. It definitely wasn’t his first time doing it, all things considered. 

“We saw him grab her.” The woman said immediately. “We were going to come over but you got here first.” Damn right he did. “Do you want us to help give a statement?” 

“Fuck you! You saw her assault me too, then!” Harry’s foot felt the urge to give another swift kick, but he held back as the woman looked at her partner before looking back at the man, her own disgust on her face. 

“Nope. I didn’t see anything like that. Did you, babe?” 

“Not at all.” The husband shook his head. Harry decided he liked these people. 

“Can you make sure he doesn’t try to book it before the police show up? I need t’check on my girl.” Thankfully they agreed immediately, giving him a chance to turn towards her. It hurt him to see the tear tracks down her face, fingers swiping at them as she nodded and hung up the phone. It took him less than 3 seconds to gather her into his arms, holding tightly onto her as she broke into silent sobs. Keeping silent for a few moments, he allowed her to cry it out as his hands ran over her back, lips pressed against her hair. 

“I know, love. I know. You’re safe, okay? You did so good, M’so proud of you.” Despite it all, he was overwhelmingly proud of her. His anger laid with the man who was still trying to catch his breath on the pavement. 

“I didn’t even do- I didn’t use the taser. I forgot!” She whimpered into his chest. “I did a cheap shot. It wasn’t what you-you taught me.” 

“Baby, it doesn't matter. You defended yourself. I don’t want t’hear any of that, please. I’m so proud that you got away from you, that you called me. I’m so sorry it happened, but you did everything right.” His voice was gentle to the best he could do with all the adrenaline going through his veins. The las thing he wanted in all of this was for her to think she didn’t succeed because there was no exact script to follow. In every way, she’d done exactly what she needed to do. “So good, angel. Let me see your arm, please.” 

“I think it’s okay.” She hiccuped the response, pulling out of his chest with watery eyes. “I feel like a baby for crying. I’m fine, I’m not hurt-” There was a pause to hiss slightly as Harry ran a concerned thumb over fingernail marks on her skin. His face was cloudy as his jaw clenched, looking at the injury and talking himself down from turning around to do exactly what his rage wanted him to do. But the girl in front of him stopped it when she let out a resigned “oh.”

“That piece of shit.” Harry growled under his breath. “Press all the charges, please. We’ll get him banned from the gym, get him arrested, I don’t care. He needs t’be off the streets. Can’t believe he put marks on your skin.” Her pretty skin, flawless to him regardless, marred by disgusting hands that had no right to be on her anyway. The entire thing had his blood pressure rising, knowing damn well that he had most likely been sniffing around her for weeks now, and that unsettled his spirit. He also knew he was reacting far more like a lover than a friend, but with the developments and closeness they’d gained, it was hard not to lean into the fact that he had feelings for her and felt overwhelmingly protective of her. 

He held her to his form and she clung to him as they waited for the police, Harry taking care to murmur sweet things to her as his hand ran up and down her back. There was no way he was going to do any sort of training with her today, so he made the decision for them in his head that he was going to bring her back up to his flat and make a movie day out of it. Distract her from the situation, fill her belly with some food that would definitely make him feel a little greasy afterwards, and hopefully get a snuggle in. 

The interaction with the police took a little longer than he’d like, but a few more witnesses had stepped out including one of the shop keeps across the street and a mother and her child who had been walking behind them, leaving there to be no question about his guilt. Harry had never felt more relieved than watching them load him up into the back of the car with his hands behind his back- both for her safety, and the fact that he could take back the urge to go after him himself. 

“C’mon. We’re gonna go t’my place and relax, okay?” As they drove off, he had thanked everyone and led her slowly towards his building. It was time for her to have some time to decompress, and he highly doubted she wanted to do it alone.  Y/N simply nodded, clinging to his hand and letting him lead. It wasn’t like her to be this quiet and it hurt his heart, but he couldn’t blame her for it.

Harry did some of the talking, filling the silence as they walked into his flat and toed off their shoes. “So I was thinking we have a bit of a movie day, a little stay in. I’ll order in and we can watch whatever you’d like, I know you were talking about-“ his words were cut off as he felt the softest pair of lips connect with his, and arms throw themselves around his neck. 

His brain went fuzzy for a moment, not understanding how they’d got here, but his body reacted. Grabbing her hip he got over his shock and returned the kiss, his heart thudding hard in his chest. Rattling him and soothing all at the same time, he felt his own need start to bleed through as he slowly walked them back towards the door and lightly pressed her against the cold wood. Her fingers slipped up into his hair, tugging just lightly enough for it to have been an accident- but it didn’t stop the soft groan that left his mouth. 

The last thing he had expected walking in here was for her to kiss him, but he couldn’t control it right this second. Sliding his arm behind her back and arching her towards him, their lips connected harder, a little messier. His tongue licked against hers, the little whine that left her throat making his body heat. Adrenaline was running through their bodies heavily, and he knew he should stop them but… god, it was a dream wasn’t it?

His dream girl getting on her toes so she could kiss him harder and pasting herself to him, her leg lifting to wrap around his hip and his own drifting over the soft material of her shorts down to bare thigh where he squeezed the flesh right below her ass- stop. He needed to stop, because his cock was thickening and his body was rearing to go. 

“Baby-“ he whispered against her lips, trying to pull it back. “Angel, please. We’ve got t’stop.” 

“Don’t wanna.” She whined, honest to god whined at him. He gave in for a moment, opening his mouth back for her- but feeling her suck lightly on the tip of his tongue had his cock jerking harder and sent that shock through him that made him pull back, turning his head slightly to kiss her cheek. The sound of panting filled the entryway, his fingers flexing on her thigh and his stomach hot as he slowly lowered it back down. 

It took a moment for him to collect himself. He had to think about her, what she had just gone through. As much as he would have happily taken her right up on this door, he had to think about her. If she’d regret it. How their emotions were heightened and they were coming off of an adrenaline rush. They had even discussed their feelings yet. This wasn’t something he wanted to be just a hookup, so he needed to at least try and do it right. 

His hand lifted to hold her face, thumbing over her heated cheek with a sigh. “I… that was incredible, but for right now we have to stop.” He murmured. “That was intense and our adrenaline is high… I don’t want to rush into something after an emotional event, yeah? I… we need t’talk before we do anything more than kiss.” There was no way he could even insinuate it was a mistake or he regretted it, because it was by far the best kiss of his life. There just needed to be more of a distinction of what they were doing.

“Oh god…” Y/N squeaked. “I just… I just jumped you, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even ask! I’m sorry, Harry. I shouldn’t have done it, you may not even want me that way. I didn’t-“ the spiral she was going down mentally wasn’t something he wanted her to entertain, so he cut her off with a kiss. A chaste one he did for just a second, shaking his head at her. She had to be blind if she didn’t see how badly he wanted her. 

“Don’t. You don’t apologize for it. I think you could feel just how much I wanted you from that kiss, but I’m trying t’make sure you don’t do anything you regret while your emotions are intense. Okay?” Thumbing over her swollen bottom lip, it was hard to resist leaning down and taking it between her teeth, but he did so. Painstakingly taking back control. “If anything goes further, m’not going to let you go. And it shouldn’t be made on a whim, yeah?” Tapping the corner of her mouth, he felt her smile curl up a bit making him mirror it. “There she is. Gorgeous girl….” 

It was so difficult to not spill his entire heart to her and tell her how much he liked her, but the time would come. She looked beautiful right this moment and he wished he could capture it, her swollen and slick mouth, wide eyes, messy hair. It was the way she was looking at him with the tiniest hint of heat behind her gaze that made it hard for him to not hand himself over to her like putty for her to mold however she’d like. 

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Her voice was slightly squeaky, eyes widening slightly at his words.

Was she insane?

Did she not see how he looked at her? Felt how he kissed her? 

“You’re mental.” He shook his head. “Absolutely insane if you haven’t noticed how much I stare at you. The most gorgeous girl, I think. But before I start flooding you with compliments, M’gonna have you go take a shower in my bathroom and change into some of my lounge clothes while I order the food.” His showers took significantly shorter, they’d found out. He’d be able to do it in a few minutes while she waited for the food. 

“Okay.” She peeped, lowering her hands from his hair. “Can you show me what I can wear?” 

“Anything of mine, but sure. I’ll show you where it is.” It may kill his dick to see her in his clothes, but knowing she was safe, warm and comfortable would be the best reward for it all. They’d need to talk about what happened and how she felt, but he wanted her to be the most relaxed she could be before they did that. 

“Wait- H?” She stopped him from walking to his room, hand grabbing his wrist. 

“Hm? What’s up, sweetheart?” He asked curiously, wrist tingling from her light grip. Would it always feel this way when she touched him? 

“Thank you. For everything. Teaching me, meeting me, defending me, bringing me here. I just hope you know that you’re amazing and I really like you. Being around you has made me feel more safe than I’ve ever felt in my life and it just…” she took a moment to hug him again, less sexually charged and more so genuine thanks as she pressed her cheek to his chest for a moment before pulling back. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do any of this.” 

Working at a higher end gym, the facilities always remained spotless. There was a sauna and steam room, an in-ground heated pool and jacuzzi room, lush locker rooms with wooden locker cubbies and provided locks and fluffy white towels, and even held a boxing ring on the bottom floor which he loved to spar in in his free time. It was in a refashioned warehouse, lux looking in a rustic way.

He built his career and clientele over the span of a few years and had gotten into the groove of it fairly quickly. Working with positive reinforcement and meditative breathing before and after each session, people found his presence calming and many trusted him to help get them to their potential- which he proudly did. His routine varied but it always ended the day with a smoothie from the smoothie bar run inside the lobby. Choco PB, Mango Delight, or a Strawberry Sunrise with extra protein were his go tos.

One of his new favorite parts about his job, though, was the new receptionist at the front desk. Y/N.

A complete and utter sweetheart who, for a lack of better words, was a breath of fresh air in the usually gruff, testosterone filled setting. He loved watching her chat, even more watching her politely reject the many customers who tried to get her number. She didn’t seem to have a clue just how alluring she was. Her beaming smile and saccharine little giggle that made his toes curl, he was crushing on her big time. If he wasn’t afraid to risk her feeling comfortable at the work environment by potentially rejecting him, he’d have asked her out already but it was only 4 months in and she was a hit with everyone. He didn’t want to be the reason she left. Most of the other trainers were in relationships or married so she had been safe and had a good relationship with them all as colleagues, though Harry liked to flirt with her lightheartedly. He could tell she got her a little flustered and the arrogant son of a bit in him fucking loved it.

But what he didn’t love, though, was when she hesitantly found him with teary eyes after locking the front door with shaky hands as closing time finished and it was just employees of the gym. Her face was pale, spooked and Harry was not a fan of. Fear didn’t suit her.

“Harry?” Her shaky voice whispered. “I don’t mean to bother you at all, but if- could you wait for me before you leave? There’s… there’s that one guy, one of Liam’s clients? He kept asking me out and he got mad that I really said no and he’s been waiting outside at closing time and I’m just-‘I’m scared and….”’a quiver of her lip made his chest ache while also burning in rage.

Something he hated more than anything was someone who couldn’t take no for an answer, more specifically men who couldn’t let their bruised ego be healed in private, lick their wounds and accept that they’d not gotten what they wanted. Instead they harassed the other person as if the fucking answer would change. But to do it to Y/N? He felt enraged.

“He did what?” His mouth parted in surprise, brows pulling together as his shoulders squared up. Sure enough he could see a car parked right outside the door with the lights off, but someone visibly inside. Y/N parked close to the building and he must have known that. “Fuck, Sweets. M’sorry.” He groaned. “Absolutely not acceptable. M’gonna make sure Liam knows and that he’s dropped as a member here but of course I’ll walk you out. Are you almost done?” His hand reached for her shoulder to give an appreciative squeeze, bare skin meeting his palm. She wore a tank top with the gym’s logo and yoga pants, her name tag taken off already.

“Yeah- I just have to shut down the computers and sweep the front. Is that okay?” Her teeth chewed nervously on her bottom lip. “I’m so sorry to keep you. I know you’ve had a long day and you have one tomorrow too, I just, I have a bad feeling and I’m scared. I wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t give me the creeps even before.”

Harry was vaguely familiar with the dude, mostly because he had snickered at Y/N’s polite attempt to tell him no to a date previously- but now, that wasn’t so funny. “Hey.” His thumb brushed over her skin. “Don’t apologize. I won’t hear it. Of course I’d do this for you, I care. I’d never let anyone be in danger, least of all you. You’re the best receptionist we’ve ever had and I’d be crushed if something happened to you. Everyone would.” Mostly him, though. His crush was real. However now wasn’t the time to deal with that.

“Thank you so much.” She sighed in relief, reaching up to squeeze his wrist. “I’ll only be a minute, okay? Just stand right there.”

And he did. He watched as she shut down the computers and grabbed the little broom to sweep up the little bits around the front desk, thanking Harry when he brought the trash can out from the front desk for her to pour the dust pan into. Her thanks was gracious, grabbing her keys and nervously following behind him as he made his way out first.

It seemed that the man hadn’t expected Harry to still be there, as he had parked further back in the lot. The look of surprise made Harry irritated as he directly went to the car, knocking on the window. The man hesitantly rolled it down a little bit, Harry’s arm braced on the hood as he leaned down to speak to him.

“Absolutely unacceptable.” He said straight. “She said no. Dunno what or how that translates to ‘wait for her after work to crowd and stalk her like a creep’, but let me spell it out for you.” His voice dropped lower. “You’re going to stay away from her. She isn’t available, not for you. You’re going to listen when women tell you no, and leave it fucking be. Know she’s a pretty thing but that doesn’t give you the right to follow her around.”

“What are you? Her boyfriend?” The man sneered, making Harry’s jaw clench. Was he dense? Truly?

“S’not your business who I am to her. All you need to know is that she isn’t on the market, stalking is unattractive and if you don’t leave her the fuck alone, I swear to you that there will be consequences. I’d suggest finding another gym, mate.” He patted the top of his car before pulling back, finding Y/N standing by the glass doors, wringing her hands. The look of relief on her face as Harry approached and the guy’s car peeled out of the lot made his anger worth every bit.

“Told ‘em off.” Adjusting the bag on his shoulder, he walked with her to her car and made sure she got her bag in. “Hey- let me follow you home, yeah? I’ll give you my number and you can text me if he bugs you again but I’d feel better knowing you got in safe and he isn’t out there waiting for you somewhere else.” He wouldn’t put it past an idiot like that.

“Normally I’d try to tell you no, but I can’t tell you how much that would mean to me.” Her body sagged in relief as she took him by surprise, taking him in for a hug. “Thank you so much. I was so scared he’d try to take me or something, I watch too much Criminal Minds or something but.” She shrugged, pulling back far too soon. It had taken him by surprise and he hadn’t had nearly enough time to appreciate her sweet smelling, warm body against his own.

“Anytime, Y/N. Seriously. Your safety is important to me.” More than she’s known. “Let’s get going, yeah? Know you had an emotional day.”

—-

Harry had driven her home, smiling and beeping once she had gotten inside her apartment building but waiting to drive off before he had gotten her little text of ‘ inside!!! :-)’

He spent the rest of the night trying to work away his anger, cooking a quick meal before heading off to bed. Y/N was too good for shit like that. He’d shot a text to Liam letting him know he told his client to fuck off and he’d help find another but was assured that it was a good loss anyways, which only helped ease him. The girl wouldn’t have to deal with it again.

He just hoped she would be okay.

—-

The next morning he was greeted by her smiling face, melting off the apprehension he had felt all morning. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail with two loose tendrils around her face, looking as cute as ever as she waved at him.

“Hi, Harry!” She chirped. “I’ve got a smoothie with your name on it when you’re ready for it later. Thank you again for helping me last night.” His membership card was quickly scanned and handed back. Her smile was infectious, making his own rise on the corner of his lips.

“Yeah? I’m glad to have helped. I’m here for anything y’need, Sweets.” If only she knew how far that could go for her. Maybe it was better she didn’t. He was really into her but he was hyper aware of how it could come off now, so he would proceed with caution. “I’ll hold you to the smoothie when m’on my lunch.”

For the first time in quite a while, Harry had a hard time concentrating on his sessions. Of course he poured himself into it as much as he could, but he couldn’t stop thinking about last night. How shaken up Y/N had been and how she had been so appreciative. He couldn’t help it, because he’d already had a crush on her and the fact that she trusted him enough to come to him for help made him really happy. He was also still mad that the man had crossed such big boundary and genuinely scared the hell out of probably the sweetest girl anyone’s met.

Being in his own head also explained why said girl scared the shit out of him, making him jump as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Jumping from the stool, he turned to a wide eyed Y/N and tore the earbuds out of his ears with a very, very embarrassing yelp. “Shit! Y/N, you scared me.”

As if it wasn’t obvious.

“I’m so sorry!” She peeped, hand over her mouth. “I said your name and I didn’t see you had in your earbuds. I’m so sorry.” Her babbling was very cute, but he didn’t want her to feel bad.

“It’s okay- just made me jump.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Shit, it’s my fault for sitting here with them on at work. You did nothing wrong.” His palm squeezed, making her shoulders relax just a bit. Thank god. There was no effort to remove it as he continued on, and no effort to step away from him. “Y’said something about a smoothie, yeah?”

His grin was probably a bit too big in regards to a smoothie but he hoped like hell that she would join him at the little tables they had set up. They were in the reception area, a bit public for his taste but considering what had happened last night he figured that was a better option than the break room. It was a delicate thing and he needed to go about it carefully. He really, really didn’t want to muck it up because his dick got ahead of his brain.

Although, she did look spectacular today, if he could say that.

“Yes! I was going to grab one too. What kind would you like?” One of the duties of the front desk people was to man the smoothie bar when needed. It wasn’t super demanding and the recipes were written out in a binder-

Harry would know because he’s had to do it before too- but she seemed to enjoy making them the times she’s done his. “I’m going for the Strawberry Sunrise and some energy boost.” Her hand squeezed his wrist before it was removed and she glided behind the bar, ponytail swaying as she did so.

“S’a good choice. Simple and effective.” He nodded in approval. “Think M’gonna go for… the chocolate peanut butter, if that’s alright?” His fingers drummed on the surface of the counter, slightly nervous habits showing when she was around. It was difficult to think. Even if he was this charming, charismatic, outgoing guy- he still got a bit flustered when talking to a pretty girl who was suspiciously angelic in looks and in appearance.

“Of course it’s okay.” Her laugh echoed in his ears. “I told you, it’s my way of saying thank you. Now sit and look pretty while I finish these.”

Harry was glad her back was turned because his face was most definitely flushed. Did she call him pretty? It seemed so. The man definitely didn’t go to the gym looking like a slob, but he had much better days outside of it. He liked to play around in fashion and the gym left little to experiment with unless he was okay with a sweat stain or ruining it. That’s why he wore cuter bandanas around his neck, or his stack of fabric bracelets that were meant to fall off. They were made of string and easily replaceable but they added color to his otherwise bland outfits he wore to keep from ruining his good outfits.

Apparently the last thing she had said was enough to keep him on his head until she finished, the large orange and white striped cup placed in front of him. “They’ve got to get rid of the styrofoam cups and do paper.”

Y/N sighed, looking at her own with a little frown. “I’ve suggested it but manager said we got to go through these before he’s gonna reorder. It’s only a few cents cheaper too, I was snooping on the order form.” She grumbled, making Harry smile. Y/N was known for her environmentalist tendencies and it only added to why he liked her. “Or, do like… have a bottle washing station and let us sell reusable cups with the gym logo and people can use those! Anything but these.” Leaning in closer to him, he caught her perfume as she let him in on a ‘secret’. “Plus, I fucking hate the sound of styrofoam. It makes my skin crawl. ASMR gone wrong.”

Harry swore he fell in love w little bit when she pulled back, laughing along with him as he nodded. She was fucking adorable and his hands itched to grab hold of that ponytail and keep her head still so he could kiss all over her face. Could you get cuteness aggression over another human?

“S’a great idea, actually.” He nodded, taking a sip with a hum. Y/N did the best smoothies. Shakes? He never was sure what to call them. “And you’re right. Styrofoam is awful for the environment and ears. I usually bring my water bottles every day but the amount of plastics we see here… S’a shame.”

“Exactly!” She slapped her hand on the counter. “It would only cost a little more to be more efficient. Do more water fountains so they don’t have to bring those plastic water bottles. Those are also on my hit list, when people crinkle those bottles…” her nose wrinkled in distaste, grabbing her cup and going around the counter. “Where did you want to sit, by the way?”

Harry’s heart grew three sizes, he thinks, when she was the one to initiate their time together. He’s been mulling it around in his mind, how to ask her to sit with him but apparently they were on the same page. “F’you want to sit out here we can, or we can go to the employee lounge. It’s your choice.”

“Do you mind if we go to the lounge? I had to talk to you about something, if you don’t mind.” It was then he could see her shifting nervously on her feet, cluing him in to something else. Was the guy still bothering her?

“Course we can. Lead the way.” He extended his hand, letting her lead as he tried to figure it out. Y/N was a somewhat nervous person by nature and he knew from watching her pick at her nails or bounce her leg, twirling her hair or rearranging pens often, but he didn’t like the idea of her nervous around him.

So when they sat down at one of the smaller tables in the empty lounge, he let his concerns be known. “Are you okay? You seem a little nervous.” He bumped his knee with hers, bringing the smoothie up to his mouth for a sip as he studied her face.

“Yeah! Yeah I just…” there was a pause, her nails dragging down the cup to make a pattern. “I couldn’t sleep very well last night. I felt really safe with you and I’m really grateful for your help- you’ve no idea. I was scared if end up in a ditch by the time anyone came in this morning but….”’her teeth worried her bottom lip. “I don’t want to have to rely on anyone else. You’re not always going to be here. And I know- I know the people here are very strong and bigger than me, most of them anyways- but I need a way to protect myself.” She took a big breath before the words rushed out. “Do you think you could help me with self defense? Even just a little bit, I can pay you or clean your house or something I just really….” Her frazzled expression broke his heart. “I don’t want to feel helpless again.”

He wanted to tell her that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. That he would stay every night and walk her to his car, that he would take care of her but the truth remained that he couldn’t always guarantee that for her. Sometimes he had to leave early, sometimes he had to stay later than her and it was just not possible. What she asked was absolutely the right thing, but he hated that she felt helpless.

“Y/N.” He crooned. “Of course I will. It’s not even a question, I’d be more than willing to help you out.” She must really not know his crush on her if she couldn’t see how he was mentally tripping over himself at the idea of spending time with her. It would be a double win. She could help herself and he could spend time with her alone. “I want to say M’really fucking sorry that men are shit and that you even have to worry. If I’m here when you’re getting off of work, which I usually am, I’m more than happy to walk you to your car, but I understand.

I hate that you feel helpless. You’re a lot stronger than y’give yourself credit for.” His hand reached for the one laying on the table top, holding it a lot more confidently than he felt. She squeezed it back, though, so a win was a win! “We’ll have t’do it after hours, though, if that’s alright? Just stay a bit longer after work. My days are really full right now and I know you’re working most days here so it’ll have to be a weird schedule but you don’t need to pay me a cent. Let me do this for you for my own peace of mind, yeah?” His eyes searched her face, like he was trying to find an answer for a question he didn’t know. “Was worried out of my head last night about you.”’

Y/N seemed to visibly relax, a smile growing on her soft little lips and her entire energy moving to a warmer one. What he didn’t expect, though, was for her to throw herself into his lap for a big hug. Y/N had always been touchy, but he never thought he’d end up with a lap full of the prettiest girl he’d ever seen whispering her thanks as her face tucked into his neck.

God, he hoped he smelled decent.

His arm wrapped around her as he clumsily put his drink down in surprise, stroking her back as she squeezed him tight- and it was like a dream. Soft body against his own and engulfed in her scent? He was happy if she never moved from here. Unfortunately she did, peeling herself up and her beaming smile making him melt. “Thank you, thank you so fucking much. You can have anything you want in return. You don’t have to think of it kow but… I trust you the most here.” She admitted, clamoring back into her seat. “You’re the coolest, H. Thank you again. When can we start?”

Harry knew he was in trouble when he wanted to cancel the rest of his day and offer it to her. She’d sent him through a wind tunnel of wild thoughts and his body was still reeling from having her so close, but he had to try and hold it together.

 It had been difficult to control himself last weekend. It would have been extremely easy to indulge in her because she was offering it, whining for it, but he had called upon some sort of unknown strength inside of him to resist. Knowing that Y/N likely, definitely would have let him take her then and there, exposing herself so vulnerably to him had been the ultimate test of his self restraint- but he knew it would be worth it. 

So there he was, dressed in a nice button-down and jeans, pulling up to her building, taking a grounding breath as he shifted the gear into park. He had made reservations at an Italian restaurant he knew had amazing gelato, and he was absolutely fucking terrified. 

As calm as he normally was, he really wanted this to be perfect. It set the tone for how she’d be treated, right? Considering how long he had liked her, it had been a long time coming, but especially after the shit they’d gone through in the last few weeks, he wanted to shift the focus to the good. He’d helped her learn how to protect herself, had done what he could to protect her, but he could do so much more for her than that- he just had to show her.

He got out of his car, running a hand through his styled hair nervously. Usually it was on the messy side, and he knew that Y/N had seen him in a variety of states of disarray when it came to his appearance considering his job was to sweat and get other people sweating, but this felt more important. 

The point was to show he wanted to put effort in. Not just to his hair and appearance in general, but their date and how he was going to take care of her. He knew they had skipped a few steps when they had fooled around- though there was nothing at all funny about it when he had wrapped his hand around his cock every single night this week remembering the way she felt in his arms- but he had meant what he said. 

He genuinely liked her. Letting his crush marinate for so long had possibly made his nerves worse considering how long he had actually wanted to do this, but having the opportunity meant showing her that this was something real to him. 

People often assumed he wasn’t the romantic type, and part of him understood it. Yes, he was what people could consider ‘charming’ and definitely a little bit flirty, and he knew that it gave off a particular vibe that he wasn’t exactly a man that was indicative of settling down. However if someone got to know him, actually dug deeper for a little while, they’d find out very quickly that he was very much built for and looking forward to being domestic. 

For a while he had tried the whole hook up thing, but it never felt right. It felt strange having people over or going to theirs, having sex and then going about their nights. It was transactional, he understood, get your nut off and have it be convenient. It was meant to scratch an itch. But after a little while of feeling a little crummy, and a lot gross after leaving a girl’s apartment with her lipstick still on his throat and the smell of her still on him knowing he’d never see her again? He had decided that he just wasn’t made for it. 

The sex was never that great to begin with. Harry loved sex, he loved pleasuring his partners more than anything, but the older he got the more he understood that the thing that made him the most aroused was his connection to the person. He wanted to know them, feel that spark when he looked into their eyes when he made them cum on his fingers or better yet, around him. 

That connection had been there with Y/N. Even just doing what they had done last time, he had felt more aroused and needy than he had in the past couple of years. She had woken up something inside of him and that was only further proof to him that this crush wasn’t just fleeting. He got nervous around her, he had the urge to impress her, he daydreamed about having her lounge about his place or coming home from work with him and grabbing bites to eat. Even just daydreaming about stroking her hair from her hair and kissing both of her cheeks while she rambled on about some of the smoothie orders they got at the counter at work, he was completely enamored.

Catching feelings hadn’t always been an issue for him, it was keeping them- and Y/N had his record for simple ‘crushes’ blown out of the water. Harry was itching to find excuses to be around her all week, flirting with her the best he could to make her get a little flustered but not enough to work himself up (he did anyways.) 

So yeah, the date needed to be good. Her confession of liking him had sent him to the moon, but he wanted to make sure that she wanted to stay out in the stars with him, too.

Harry had made sure to take time to find the best place to eat, spending an embarrassingly long time on Yelp (3 hours total) reading reviews to make sure he wasn’t taking her somewhere unreliable before deciding he still didn’t trust them and settled on somewhere he actually knew.  His hope was to make sure the whole thing planned out so she didn’t have to think of a thing.

 The easier and more fluid for her, the better, even if it had made him stress out about the possible wrong choices he made. 

What he had to remind himself was that Y/N most definitely liked him too and he knew that. They’d had a whole discussion about it for fucks sake, but that didn’t stop his heart from migrating to his throat when he reached to grab the small bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat and made his way towards her door.

As he approached, the front door opened before he could buzz up and she stepped out before he could even reach the steps, looking absolutely breathtaking in a deep purple, crushed velvet dress that clung to her body and made his heart squeeze. She had a light, open knit cream colored cardigan wrapped around her arms despite the warm evening, her hair down in waves that framed her face and hit her cheekbones in a way that made him want to reach out to move it. 

Seeing him with the flowers in his hands made her light up in a way that made his stomach flutter, and he could feel some of his nerves melting away slightly under the warmth of her smile.

Fuck, she was so fucking beautiful. It stole his breath.

"Hi!” She chirped, all but skipping down the steps in her strappy little sandals. It appeared that his nerves were worse than her own and that was something he was glad for, considering she had carefully avoided the flowers and wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. 

There wasn’t even the slightest bit of hesitation as she did it, like it was exactly what she needed as she let out a happy hum with a squeeze around his body before pulling back, looking from his face to the flowers. “I’m gonna risk sounding dumb, but are those for me?”

“You never sound dumb, sweetheart.” He laughed under his breath, the paper they were wrapped in crinkling as he held them out to her. “Of course they’re for you. I think I must be a little psychic.” 

The purple of the flowers matched her dress, coincidentally. He hadn’t been sure which bouquet to get after going back and forth over a buttery yellow bunch, the powdery pink and the multi shades of purple so he had gone with his gut instinct, and it proved to be luckily correct. 

“Oh, they’re so beautiful, H.” She cooed, taking them from him and bringing them up to her face to sniff. “You are the little psychic I think. I love them so much. How’d you know I was gonna wear this color?” 

The teasing made him smile, shrugging his shoulder. “A hunch. But m’glad you like them. Did you want to put them in water?”

“No, I think they’ll be okay. I’ve been so excited all day to see you, I don’t really want to waste any more time.” She admitted freely. 

Just hearing that had him giddy. Y/N wasn’t mincing words when telling him how she felt and that alone made him feel like a million dollars, but the way she picked up on her toes and kissed the corner of his mouth was what made him want to groan. “You are a gentleman, Harry. I’ve never been picked up with flowers before, fancy.”

“That is a shame.” It felt like common courtesy in his mind but then again, he had known from his friends and some of their coworkers that the state of dating was… bleak for most people, to say the least. “You deserve pretty flowers all the time. It won’t be the last time you get them from me.”

Presumptuous? Yes. It was quite an assumption, but he had a good feeling that based off of everything he already knew that they were a good match. 

“You need to stop being cute.” Y/N peered up from the flowers, looking the tiniest bit shy. “Because it’s making me want to kiss you properly and I know you’re on the gentleman kick right now, so you probably won’t let me.”

“Well, I will do my best to be a gentleman, yeah, but I’m only a man. If you want to kiss me, you can do it whenever you want.”

As if he would ever tell her no to that. He’d had his taste of it and he had held back during their work week but considering this was a date, he would happily give her what she wanted. He had been hungry for it the entire week but managed to keep his hands to himself except the occasional graze of hand over her hip or shoulder, so he did feel a bit starved. 

“Oh, thank god.” Y/N let the hand with the flowers drop to her side before she got on her toes and met him halfway, her soft lips pressing into his own.

He hummed, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her balanced as he kissed her back just as eagerly. It had been a long week without being able to do this, and he was more than happy to make up for lost time. It was a bit much for a greeting kiss on a first date, but he couldn’t be fucked with the logistics of it. Beginning or end of the date, getting to have her close was something he’d welcome… even if he knew it was slightly risky to his reputation as a ‘gentleman’ for her tonight. 

His free hand came up to cradle her cheek, his thumb brushing over the soft skin there, careful not to disturb her makeup as he kissed her deeper, parting his lips against hers to let their tongues brush slowly. There was something about the weak little sound that came from her throat and how she leaned into him that made him feel like he was soaring, her fingers tangling in the hair at his nape.

She pulled back slowly, her face flushed and her lips looking perfectly kiss-swollen, wearing the brightest, most devastating smile he had ever seen. There wasn’t anything performative about it and he could tell, which made him feel ten feet taller. It was genuine, glowing delight that reached her eyes as she beamed up at him like she was just as giddy as he was.

Fuck, he hoped so. 

Harry wanted to be as open as her. It was admirable, honestly, to see how truthful she was with how she expressed herself to him. That was something he made a quiet vow to try and nurture. It wasn’t common for people to be so honest in that way, but the fact she trusted him enough to do so was a treasure.

"You look really handsome tonight, Harry." She murmured, her hand coming up to smooth down the collar of his shirt where she had ruffled it during the kiss.

As if she couldn’t get any more cute, she pouted momentarily before her thumb moved to wipe the gloss that had gotten on his lips, getting it from the corner of his mouth. “Oops. You’re gonna have slightly more red lips which… Honestly, fuck you did that because you already have really pretty lips.”

A surprised laugh burst from him, brows raising at the cursed compliment. “Oh, you think so? Have you been staring a lot to make that observation?”

It was flirtation that came naturally, something he let himself few and give instead of swallowing back like he had tried to at work, but she shot it right back at him. 

“Of course. Even before the whole self defense thing, I was always staring at your mouth. You’ve always been handsome to me.” She patted his chest over his shirt before pulling away, taking the initiative to grab his hand.

It was bold. He couldn’t remember anyone he’d ever been in a date with making a move like that first but fuck if he didn’t like it… not to mention the revelation that she’d been staring at her mouth for a lot longer than he had realized.

“Apologies for not noticing.” He chuckled, squeezing their palms together before leading her over to the car. “You always acted a tiny bit shy with me. Guess I know now it’s because you were too busy looking at my mouth.”

“Honestly? Kind of. I just didn’t tell you cause I didn’t want to fuel your ego too much.” Her laugh was light and melodic, filling the evening air around them in a way that made his heart trip. “But you did make me a little shy. Sometimes you still do. You always look me right in the eye and it makes me all flustered, but now I want to flirt with you so… I did.”

"A shy flirt then, yeah?" He teased, opening the passenger door for her before she could even reach it, making sure the flowers wouldn't get damaged as she settled in. "All that time at the gym, giving me those glances, not saying a word about my pretty looks? Rude, sweetheart." He played back, settling the bouquet on her lap before closing the door. 

The deep exhale was needed as he rounded the front of his car to the drivers side, trying to calm his heart down. He’d never been so giddy on a first date before, but he was pretty sure it was because they’d never felt as significant as this one did.