#jarofstyles

That had been something she had done at the very beginning of her dating journey, and she had vowed after the third situationship with a man she had only seen potential and not results with that she would never, ever do that again. A lesson learned too many times.

People liked to say ‘if you know, you know’, and she hadn’t been so certain about that in the past. There were lots of instances of people who had given someone a chance when they were unsure and after a few dates it had worked, and for that she was ecstatic for them, but in her case it had only ever ended up with wasted time. 

Lots of people had initially been up for the ‘challenge’ when Y/N had tried to state her standards, and at the beginning it worked out slightly, sometimes showing some promise, but she could always see the cracks in the foundation she barely laid down. The cement hadn’t even cured yet when she watched their jaw twitch or heard the sighs of exasperation, and it was then that she would keep an eye on it but knowing that it likely wouldn’t work. 

There were three chances. She liked to think she was a very understanding person and that had been part of the problem when she had first started to implement going for exactly what she wanted instead of conceding to what was ‘available’, but with each person it got easier. Depending on the offense, the person didn’t get the third chance. 

Two cancelled dates in a row? Bye bye. 

Going three days without any texts or calls? Adios. 

They said something that very obviously didn’t align with her morals and values? See ya fucking later. 

So yes, it had been easy to become cynical after a while. 

That was also why four months into being official with Harry that she knew she was going to marry him. 

It was a feeling, really, a knowing that settled into her chest and stayed warm and glowy. The idea of being with him forever didn’t panic her like it had in the past with other people, there had been no major fuck ups besides a few cancelled dates because of work which he had rectified nearly immediately by a lot of soft words and heartfelt apologies he had stepped out of said meetings to give, sending her food and calling her on his way home, asking if he could see her to give her a kiss goodnight. 

Not to fuck and leave, but a literal kiss goodnight before being prepared to drive all the way back to his home. 

Did she end up inviting him in anyways? It depended on her mood. Usually, yes.

For a man so busy with multiple companies and a charity he was actually involved in, he always made time for her. He made sure she knew ahead of time what his schedule was and if he was going to be out of touch for a while, and that was something she appreciated more than he could ever know. 

Her avoidant tendencies had shifted into something far more settled, but she still had the remnants of that nasty anxiety that lingered. Somehow he could just tell, and made it a point to soothe it whenever he could. 

“I’m so sorry, my treasure.” He looked genuinely remorseful when she picked up the phone to see him on her screen, sleepy and sad. Harry was on a trip in Italy and he’d told her that he would call her at ten in the evening, but once it got to midnight, she was more than upset when her phone had remained silent. Angry, even. 

It wasn’t fair to be. Y/N knew he was out making big moves for his career and business was sometimes unreliable when it came to timing, but the anxiety had clawed at her quickly. Again, her old demons that she hadn’t quite slaughtered to completion putting unfair assumptions in her head that maybe he had met someone there more interesting, that he was dreading calling her, or even worse, something had happened to him. 

Crying over it had seemed excessive, especially at her age, but Harry had quickly become so, so important to her that she wasn’t quite sure she knew how to deal with it. She could see long term with him, she wanted to be with him more than anything, and her brain was still having a hard time processing that he hadn’t shown any sign of being anything like the mistakes she had dated before that had fed these monsters in her head. 

So waking up to his ring tone at 1:32 in the early morning had been a bit jarring, to say the least. 

“The meeting ran over and my phone had died. I promise you, I ran to my hotel the fastest I could.” To his credit, he looked disheveled, like he had been running his hand through his normally styled hair and he had some puffiness under his eyes from lack of sleep . Y/N was aware of the fact that sometimes the things he worked on were very involved, and rationally she knew it wasn’t a big deal… but it had triggered an old wound. 

It had happened to her an embarrassing number of times before, waiting for a phone call only to say they ‘fell asleep’ or they had straight up forgotten. The feeling of humiliation had been drudged back up like someone stepping in a clear stream and kicking the mud and gunk to make her feel cloudy as she had texted him for the third time unanswered, the feeling of a girl who used to give too many chances rising back. 

This was different, though. This wasn’t some party boy or hinge match that had strung her along. This was her boyfriend, one who had given her no reason to truly doubt him. 

“And no one else had a charger?” Her irritation showed through her sleepy voice, eyes narrowing at the screen. It felt ridiculous to say and embarrassment hit her gut when she did, but he shook his head in response, not getting prickly about her tone. 

“No, my darling, and that was very irritating. I am going to buy a portable one to keep in my briefcase, alright? I won’t let this happen again.” He paused, frowning as he watched her flip on her lamp on her nightstand, letting him see the tear tracks racing down her cheeks. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I don’t like it when you cry. I can see that you did.” It looked like it pained him, no note of condescending lacing his tone. “Breaks my heart. I hate that I made you so upset.”

“It’s okay.” She sniffled, wiping the sleep from her eyes. “I… I didn’t mean to get snappy. I should have known it was something like that, but it made my imagination run a bit wild. It’s stupid.”

“It isn’t.” The strength of his response surprised her. “Nothing about the way you feel is stupid. It was a broken promise, and that’s my own fault. You didn’t do a thing wrong. It’s alright to be frustrated with me for that.” His lips turned into a sad smile, shifting his position on the bed. 

“Well… Thank you for that.” It felt strange to have a man validate her reaction like that, even if she did know it wasn’t fully warranted. “I was just anxious, I think.” 

“Why don’t you tell me why, hm? I want t’know what goes on in that pretty head of yours. I’ll make sure to keep mental notes so it doesn’t happen again.”

–

The way Harry handled her with such care was a whole new experience and in every single way. He’d made sure to make good on all of his promises so far, and while she knew it could change at any moment, she’d decided to let go of some of those fears to fully take him in. This was the man she wanted to be with and working through those things in order to trust him was important. 

Besides that, she had never felt more adored in her life. 

“You alright?” He murmured into her skin, kissing on her cheeks as she finished washing the final dish. Harry had cooked dinner so she had insisted on cleaning up, much to his protest. He’d lingered around while she did, offering a hand and chuckling when she whipped the kitchen towel at him, leaving only momentarily to take a quick call before returning right at the tail end of her cleaning spree and attaching himself to her. 

“Yeah, I’m great.” The honest answer was that she was flustered from his lips pressing kisses all over her face (at least where he could reach from the position) and down her jaw. It was like he didn’t want to leave any area untouched, tiny pecks and a soft humming from his throat along to the Nina Simone album he’d put on making her skin heat up. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” The hand on her stomach fiddled with the hem of her top, letting his pinky graze the bare skin from where it had ridden up. “I adore you. I hope you know.” 

The gentle reminder of his feelings made her beam, surely letting him feel her smile against his lips as he gave another kiss to the heated skin. He hadn’t been shy about letting her know that he felt something strongly towards her, even if it was only a few months in. 

For a man so refined, poised and controlled in every other context, when it came to letting her know how he felt, the longer they were together, the more free and messy he was in comparison. 

Y/N fucking loved it. 

“What a coincidence. I happen to adore you quite a lot, too.” She retorted, shutting the water off and wiping her hands on the clean towel hanging over the faucet before placing them on top of his. “I didn’t expect to like you this much, this quickly. Or for you to like me back equally.” Those small moments of vulnerability she sprinkled in to their conversations were sometimes intimidating to give, but the more open she was with him the more she got to know his thoughts. 

Harry was more than giving when it came to communication and giving her the validation she needed. Sometimes it felt too good to be true, but everything about it seemed so earnest it was hard to actually doubt him. “How could I not?” He sounded affronted by the idea of it, shaking his head before nosing into the crook of her neck. “You, my darling, are the most wonderful, intelligent, alluring woman I’ve ever met. I can’t describe to you how lucky I felt when you agreed to start seeing me regularly.”

Y/N snorted, running her fingers over his wrists and up to his forearms before cuffing over them. “I thought you weren’t really attracted to me at first because you didn’t try to fuck me.” 

His body stilled behind her. An interesting reaction for someone so smooth, she waited for him to move. It didn’t take long, craning his head towards her, the wrinkle in his brow showed confusion and a bit of offense before he slowly shook his head. She wanted to smooth it away, make his face relax. “That is the exact opposite of what was happening. I was doing everything in my power to show you I was serious, yes, because you deserved the respect of being treated like a lady… but please, never mistake my attraction for you. It has always been… borderline distracting. Even now, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Deciding to press his cheek against hers, he let out a sad sigh. “I never wanted you to think that. I’m sorry if you’ve ever felt undesired, my treasure. That’s never been the case. I just wanted to do it right.” The 5 o’clock shadow that had become more of an 8 o’clock one tickled her soft cheek as he spoke. 

“No, I know you did. I figured that out after the third date when you kissed me.” Her face felt hot when she recalled how carried away the kiss had gotten, her back cold against the passenger side of his car when he’d dropped her off and given her the first proper smooch. The electricity was there immediately and had lit her up, making her cling to the lapels of his jacket and his own hand sliding down her back, dangerously close to her ass. 

The memory of the groan he had let out was still something that made her knees weak. The way he’d tasted of wine and the mint he had on hand in his cupholder, too. 

“Mmm. Best first kiss of my life. I’d like it to be my last.” Thumbing over her stomach, he pressed her forward and into the sink with a sigh, moving to nose over her cheek as his mouth drifted toward her ear. “You’ve no idea how badly I wanted to say ‘fuck it’, right then and there. Hike that beautiful dress up to your hips and take you right there, because I knew immediately that you were mine and I wanted to take you. Be greedy. But I couldn’t.” Clicking his tongue in disappointment, he let himself press against her ass. 

Just the memory of the kiss had done something to him, too. 

“Really?” She breathed, swallowing the thickness in her throat. “I-I didn’t know. It was the first glimpse I saw of when you get…” 

“When I get what, sweetheart?” He questioned, letting his hand drift up, fingers running right over her breasts. A tease. Harry loved to fucking tease and it always made her squirm. He got off on making her impatient, hearing her whine, only to give in and give her the things she had only thought possible in her books and dirty dreams. It hadn’t helped her learn any patience, but thankfully he had enough for the both of them. “Hm?”

“When you get… feral. I don’t know. You’re always so proper but when you- when you grabbed the back of my neck to keep me where you wanted me, I got so wet.” Her breathy admission made him hum happily, finally allowing his hand to cup her and squeeze. Just a little bit- just another tease as his thumb grazed her nipple over the material of her top.

“Yeah? S’that what you like?” Harry knew damn well that was what she liked. He felt her get wet when he did, he felt her cum when he lost his control, he heard her sounds and how she went lax whenever he took over. “I can’t help myself sometimes. I just adore you so, so much. It takes over a part of me I’ve never seen. You’re the first to bring it out.” 

The lack of control he had over himself when it came to her was one of the things she loved most. It was nearly impossible for him to hide it now. The longer they were together the more he showed her. 

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when she was bent over the kitchen counter with her fuzzy cheetah sleep shorts discarded across the tiled floor and his hands running over her curves as he thrust into her, slow and deep. 

Filling her to the brim, to the point where she let out little gasps as his hips pressed against her bum, he let out low, gravelly murmurs of appreciation.  “Look at how you take it, my treasure.” He murmured, fingertips grazing the dimples in her back. “Like you were made for me. So fucking gorgeous, it’s driving me mad.” 

Regardless of how filthy their sex got, no matter how hard he took her, how dirty his words developed into when he grunted them into her sticky skin, Y/N never felt anything less than worshipped. Seeing a man break his composure he kept around every other human being because he was so obsessed with her was a sensation that she never knew she wanted, but now that she had it? It was a necessity.

He was reverent and sweet, even, as he picked up the pace and nudged her thighs further apart. “I can’t get enough of you. It’s never enough. Just want t’be touching you every moment… I’d live inside you if I could.” 

That sounded especially tempting as his hand slipped to her stomach and down to cup her mound, thumbing over her slippery clit. “Arch for me, sweetheart. Let me see that pretty face.” The opposite hand moved the hair that had fallen in her face, cooing as she did as he requested. “There she is. There’s my girl. Fuck, you’re perfect.” 

It would be embarrassing, how wet she got for him, if Harry didn’t love it. He preened every time he saw just how slicked up she got for him, coating his cock and his sac damn near every time he got inside of her. Her body reacted almost excessively strongly to him, in ways she hadn’t known possible, and he worked to get every possible one. 

The squelch of his cock inside of her, skin against skin and her panting filled the kitchen, fingers clawing uselessly on the marble countertop when she felt his other hand make the trek from her face towards her bum- and she knew what was coming. 

Before Harry, she’d never really considered any sort of anal play to be her thing, but the first time he had gently nudged the tip of his thumb in, she had lit up. It had pleased him to no end, seeing as he knew no one else had touched her there, and he wanted to claim it. 

If only he knew just how much she belonged to him. 

“Yeah? Want me to put something in this precious little hole too?” He spoke sweetly, like he wasn’t about to do one of the filthiest things a person could do. It was the duality of the man that had her head spinning every time they were intimate, but it seemed to get better every damn time. 

“You know I do.” Her reply was breathy as she used her elbows to raise her torso, but he wasn’t having any of that. 

“No, none of that.” He scolded, abandoning her ass for a moment to urge her back down. “You aren’t doing any work. You’re going to lay there and be gorgeous while I take care of everything. S’my job.” 

Y/N had won the karma lottery for dating so many duds, she was pretty sure. Like a gift from the universe for her troubles, giving her a man who not only wanted to take care of her but thrived off of it. Harry loved to be in charge, sure, but it was the act of giving that really got him off- Caring for her in ways no one else possibly could.

“Okay, m’sorry baby.” She swallowed, taking a breath that was promptly stolen when he spit right over her hole. “Oh, fuck.” Her face went lax as she bleated the curse out, not sure if she wanted to move from the touch or back into it. It was so much, but not enough.

“You like it, I know. M’gonna give it to you. I’ve been neglecting this ass, haven’t I baby? That’s not nice.” He shook his head, rubbing over the rim of it. “So pretty and tight… Makes you feel so good, too. One day we’ll get my cock in there. Get you some toys t’open you up… but for now, I just want to make you cum. You’ve had a long day, and I’ve been thinking about my pussy all fucking day.” 

The pleasure was almost indiscribable. Feeling the intrusion of his thumb, his hand on her clit and his cock thrusting into her, she was never more full than this. In moments like this, it was abundantly clear not only who she belonged to, but who belonged to her. The noises out of his mouth, the praises, the worship, all of it in one proved just how much it was reciprocated.

“You’ll never feel undesired again.” He grunted, his thrusts catching a little speed. There was no doubt he could feel her walls clenching around him, sucking on him to try and get him to meet his end, and she could hear it in his voice. “Should have done this over the hood of my car during that third date, just so you knew how much I wanted you. Wanted you to be mine, to crave this cock like I was drooling over this perfect pussy before I had even seen it.” 

He’d hidden it quite well. She’d only had a little inkling that he wanted her after their kiss but he’d held off so gracefully that she had been unsure.

Now, there was no questioning it. She was wanted in ways she hadn’t ever fathomed. 

“I-I wanted you so bad. I love when you’re a gentleman- oh fuck.” She hiccuped when the tip of his cock brushed the spot she needed again, eyes watering at the feeling. “I love it, but I love this too. Wanna feel you wanting me.” 

That was a challenge if he ever heard one, even if she hadn’t meant it to be. 

Y/N felt his want when he focused on that spot that had her knees weak, felt it when he kept his thrusts the same to focus on that spot, and especially felt it when she came the first time and he didn’t stop. Not even a falter in his rhythm, no skipped beat. Just the continuation of pleasure. 

“I want you so much it aches. I sit at work and think about when I get to see you next, how I can get you closer to me, make up excuses to come by just to kiss you. But if you want me to do this more often? Want me to get you face down and gushing around my cock over and over again? I’ll do it. I want you forever.” His voice was slurred a little bit, but he didn’t stop. 

“Adore you so much. You’re everything I fuckin’ dreamed of. Never felt m-more lucky than seeing you on that first date. Knew you’d be mine. Knew I’d have to do anything I could to make you happy. My hands hurt from how… how bad I wanted to run them all over you, but now you’re gonna see.” He breathed, smacking lightly over her clit to get her to whimper for him. “M’gonna show you what’s going on on my head all the time.” 

That was what she wanted. Knowing he was in his office talking about god knows what business stuff he talked about, texting under the table that he couldn’t wait to have her was something she wanted. 

His hand was deceivingly gentle, carding through her hair while she licked over his balls with an enthusiasm that had him biting back a mean grin. The sight of her on her knees for him was fucking everything- his girl being so eager to please him turned him inside out every time.

“You wish you had my cock in that throat right now, hm?”

She whimpered against his skin, a pitiful, needy sound that made his dick twitch and strain harder where it rested against her cheek, his fist running down the length of it back and forth to tease her about what she couldn’t have. Her tongue was relentless over his sac, laving at him with worship that made him bite back a laugh. It felt so fucking good to have her be desperate for him, to get her reduced to this.

It never escaped him what a lucky sonofabitch he was. "You had been such a good girl lately, but you had t’fuckin’ ruin it. Going on a fucking date with that piece of shit when we both know you were going to come crawling bac t’me anyways, huh?” The hand in her hair guided her head back just enough to expose his cock to her mouth, the tip glistening with her spit already from when she’d tried to take it in her mouth initially. "You want forgiveness? You'll have to earn it. "

Her eyes watered up at him, pupils dilated and full of that need he loved seeing in them. The attempt at a date did nothing for her. They both knew it was to bait him into coming to ruin it, just like he always did.

She’d huff and puff and cry, tell him she didn’t want him back, but the moment he showed up and told her that she was leaving with him and to say goodbye to the sorry prick that had asked her out, she’d followed him to his car like a puppy wagging her tail and let herself into his house. like fucking clockwork.

That’s how it always went.

“You knew he wasn’t going to be able to give you what you need, yeah? You know it’s only me who can give you the nasty fuck you want.”

Back and forth. Cat and mouse. She’s go out with these so called ‘nice guys’, wait for him to come and save her from being bored, because she knew he was watching and that they weren’t ever actually done.

Every time they broke up, she pulled shit like this instead of just coming to find him. Thats how she liked it.

"No answer?" He asked, tilting her head back further to look up at him. "You gonna just sit there and lick my fucking balls like the needy little slut you are?" She whimpered again, face hot as she glared up at him but didn’t stop, tongue dragging up him yet again.

“Of course not.” The bitter laugh didn’t do much to deter her as he tightened his grip in her hair, pulling her mouth closer to him. “You just went out because you wanted me to come take you back home, where you belong. On your knees with a drippy little cunt and a mouth full of cock.” The words came out gruff, albeit with a hint of approval as he watched her tongue swipe over his sack before mouthing at them, feeling them tighten up at the attention.

His hand guided her head back so she was looking up at him with those pretty eyes filled with tears and desperation. “You know what happens when you misbehave, don’t you?” She nodded eagerly against his palm, mouth opening to suck on the sack without being prompted.

“Yeah, you do. Filthy little thing. Love t’make me mad and come back here to get fucked, but you’re going to work for it first. You love this cock too much, don’t you baby?” He crooned, petting her hair back so he could see all of her eyes. “You need me just as much as I need you. That slutty pussy knows who it belongs to. Just need your pretty head to catch up. Keep trying to run from me so I catch you, baby. Keep making me fuck you dumb so you can have a reminder on who loves you best. I’ll make sure that pretty little brain remembers it this time, because m’getting real fucking tired of this game.”

“Daddy…” She whined low in her throat, the sound vibrating against his balls and making his stomach muscles ripple sharply. Her apology was written all over her face with those deliciously wet eyes, flushed cheeks, pouty mouth that she couldn’t keep from working over him. It was an addiction, the back and forth, the way she purposely poked the bear until he pinned her down and fucked her until she remembered exactly who she belonged to.

“Oh, so now I’m Daddy? That’s fucking rich.” He scoffed, gritting his teeth.

God, he fucking loved her.

"You keep on doing it. Keep trying to find someone else to take care of this greedy little cunt. We both know no one else is ever going to get you this wet. You’re dripping on my fuckin’ floor just from sucking on me.” He groaned deep in his throat as she pulled off of him, the sickly, wet pop noise making his stomach clench before he guided her mouth to the other side.

 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.

Her body was everything he could have asked for. A wet dream, a work of art, and he knew he was a lucky man for getting access to her in any way. The dip of her waist, the curve of her hips, the swells of her breasts, it was hard to decide where to grab first and where to put his mouth. Harry had been nervous to approach her the first time they’d met because of how gorgeous she was, so getting to have her under him, being allowed to touch her still felt slightly surreal at times.

Before Y/N he would have never described himself as greedy, but when it came to the woman he sank to his knees for, he knew it was the best descriptor for him.

His hands were thick and slightly calloused as they finally made the decision to palm the undersides of her breasts, thumbs swiping over her nipples in a teasing little brush that made her shiver and arch into his touch. The sight of her chest heaving and the peaks hardening under his touch seemed to satisfy something primal in him, a giddy grin spreading across his face before he ducked his head to replace one of his thumbs with his mouth. 

Taking the nipple between his lips, the heat and slick of his mouth enveloping it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her cunt. A deep groan left him as he tugged at it lightly with his lips, the fingers tugging lightly at his locks making his dick throb against the side of the damn bench, and he knew that he’d have a stain in his trousers before the end of the night. 

It was hard to keep himself in check when it came to getting to touch her.

They’d started slow, and with that meant ample time to memorize her body the best that he could. It also meant more time to find the spots that she liked the most, how she liked herself to be handled, and he had made dozens, if not hundreds of mental notes to make sure every single time he got to touch her that it was an experience she wanted more of. With her pretty, sensitive tits, he knew it was the perfect foreplay for the both of them to ease the new experience in. If he had more time, he’d try to make her cum from it- it had happened twice, and he wanted to feel it happen again. 

Alas, they weren’t the only ones staying in the RV and he knew they had limited time before someone would come back to use the bathroom, change, or interrupt them in whatever fucking way they could. 

Like they hadn’t been hogging all of his girl’s attention the whole festival. 

Being clingy wasn’t something he was ashamed of, though. Since they’d started dating, his friends had known he was likely to be considering he was a hopeless romantic who had become smitten with his girlfriend nearly at first sight. It wasn’t a shock to people who knew him that he’d walk around with hearts floating around his head whenever she was around. 

The decision to have other people in the RV wasn’t his, but he had only pouted about it a little bit. Y/N had borrowed it from an uncle and she had a giant heart, letting their friends crash in the bunks while they’d taken the big bed in the back. 

Unfortunately for him it had meant he had barely any alone time with her and if he did, he had to be quiet. He’d been kissing on her whenever he could but he was aware there were no actual walls separating them from everyone else, and he wasn’t quite sure he was into exhibitionism in that way- so yes, he was biding his time and absorbing every drop of it as he got her alone. 

Pulling back from her left breast with a soft pop, his lips glistened with saliva as they slipped from her nipple. For a moment, that shy, boyish smile he got whenever he was doing something particularly intimate with her peeked through- the one that made him look younger, less like the confident, tattooed man and more so the nervous guy with little experience who had watched her from across the room their first night and couldn't quite believe she'd chosen him. His eyes flickered up to hers, checking, always checking if he was doing okay. "Good? Everything is okay with you, baby?"

She’d never had a partner so attentive before, but it was something she really loved. 

“Mhm. You’re so good.” Y/N’s eyes were glassy as she giggled, carding through his hair again as her head fell back against her shoulders, his hot breath washing over the ultra sensitive skin. 

"Always wanna be good for you," Harry mumbled against her skin, the words vibrating against her as he lightly nuzzled into her chest, letting his lips brush the heated skin underneath him. There was no care about sweat or the body glitter she was sure that lingered, no hesitation as his tongue lapped at the valley between her breasts with a hungry look in his eye. His body was broad between her spread legs, his height aiding him in keeping the right height even on his knees, and it made her feel adored in the most delicious of ways. 

Y/N never would have imagined Harry to be the type of guy to be not only quick but very happy to be on his knees before getting to know him, but it made sense now. Harry loved to provide, to pleasure, to love on her, and he was so eager to do all three that it was adorable. His appearance would fool someone else, she knew, but she liked that he had layers that were slowly being revealed to her. 

She had a hunch there was a side he was hiding. One he obviously hadn’t explored much of, but there was a glint in his eye that he got sometimes, a slightly demanding tone in his voice that would make her toes curl, and she was determined to help him get to a point where it was comfortable for him. It felt harder to breathe as she looked at the man pawing at her tits, looming slightly over her, but she loved feeling him there. All over her, skin to skin. 

Before she could respond to tell him that he was always good, his mouth was on her other nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. Almost overkill, slightly sloppy, and different from what she had experienced before but he needed it all. It was a hunger that had him pulling as much of her tit as he could get into his mouth, she gasped and gripped his hair harder- which he definitely liked. 

It had all but fallen out of the braids she had put in for him, waves of thick chestnut obstructing her view as it tumbled down towards his shoulders. His hair had been one of the first things she noticed about him, how pretty and long it was. He had it in a bun a lot of the time at the nape of his neck, but since discovering how much he loved it being played with, she had been selfish and got her hands on it as much as possible.

Considering she had found out he liked it in more than a chaste way from the first time he’d gotten hard around her with her fingers in his hair, she didn’t apologize for the tug.

He moaned around her flesh, the vibration sending electric shocks down her spine and making her squirm beneath him. "Want to make you feel good all the time. S’so hard to keep my hands off of you. Wanted to tell everyone to go the fuck away so I could have you to myself today." He mumbled as he released his mouth with another wet pop before diving back in, sucking hard enough for it to hurt just a little bit- in a good way.

It was another peek into that side of him that he hadn’t exposed too much of. A little selfish, a hint dominant, that glint of annoyance in his eye at the reminder of other people stealing her attention, Harry was a needy boyfriend but god, Y/N loved it.

His tongue dragged a slow, deliberate stripe across her pebbled nipple, the flat of it, warm and slick and so thorough. Licking from the very edge of the areola all the way to the other side, he ran the flat of his tongue over the nub as he held the rest in his hand, letting her fill his palms. Y/N let out a whiny sound as he pulled his mouth away for a moment, but it didn’t last long. 

The smile he gave her was slightly smug, like he’d gotten the reaction he wanted before his mouth returned right to where it wanted to be and let his lips curled back around her nipple, tugging gently with his lips while his tongue flicked over her, his pupils blown wide as he looked up at her. That somehow vulnerable but hot and hungry expression made her breathing catch in her throat.

Harry was not at all what someone would assume he is, and she fucking loved getting to have this part all to herself.

 "Like that?" He managed to ask, his voice slightly thick before he placed two kisses over both nipples. It was so quick, but really sweet in a way that made her want to coo at him. “I’ve been starin’ at them all day. Little fuckin’ rave top does nothing t’hide them and I wanted to suck on ‘em all fucking day. You’re so pretty, baby. So gorgeous. I can’t keep my mouth away from you.”

He repeated the motion again, slower this time, making sure she felt every single wet, dedicated drag as if he were trying to memorize the exact texture and taste of her. His tongue was lapping at her like she was water and he’d been dying of thirst, circling around the peak of her nipple before pressing up hard and flat against it while his lips parted to expose as much of her as possible to his mouth again. 

Harry was past trying to hide his neediness from her, and Y/N didn’t mind in the slightest.

He’d always had a pretty mouth, but seeing it on her body always made her feel extraordinarily hot under the collar. The normally deep pink during a sinful red as he pulled at her, humming in his throat as she kept the hair from his face and breathing hard against her skin, there was nothing prettier.

"You said you'd give me whatever I want. I want to make you cum with my tongue, please.” He panted against her breast, pulling back just enough to nose at the skin that he had gotten wet with his mouth and let it drag. “Can I still do that, baby? Been wanting to for a while.”

“Yeah? You really want to?” She had a feeling he truly did, but was also aware of the fact that there were a lot of firsts that she was getting from him lately and she didn’t want him to feel rushed in the slightest. He’d opened up so much and seemed to love anything they’d tried when it came to sex so far, but she didn’t mind taking it slow. 

Thankfully for her aching pussy, he was more than ready to take the next step.

"So fucking bad." He nodded, his face flushing with would probably be both embarrassment and arousal as he basically begged to eat her out like the starving man he was- but he couldn’t take it back and he didn’t want to. He really, really wanted to bury his face between her legs. 

"I just... I wanna see what you taste like. Been dying to feel that pretty pussy on my face while I'm down there worshipping you." He nuzzled into her cleavage desperately, rubbing his nose and lips between both breasts. "Let me make you cum with my tongue, baby? Please?"

“Alright, baby. You’re so fucking cute.” Y/N giggled, sitting up slightly in the sticky booth. The vinyl stuck under her thighs and made her wince, but she would take it all again every time if it meant she got to feel him touching her. “But you need to turn the AC on in this thing. We’re going to do this in the bed in the back, because my back can’t handle the booth for that.” 

She had to bite back a full laugh when he clumsily scrambled to his legs and rushed to turn the temperature control on. He looked like a bit of a baby deer as he steadied himself on the wall, but his eagerness was contagious as she stood on her own shaky knees. 

“Thank you, sweet boy.” 

The giddy smile on his lips was so sweet she wanted to squish his cheeks and kiss them- so she did just that. Harry had always had the strange mixture of utterly adorable and sexy as fucking sin, but feeling his hands grip her ass and pick her up into the air and only breaking said kiss to giggle against her mouth was the perfect example of that. 

The bed in the back was made (likely because Harry notoriously liked a tidy bed- if it was only her it would remain undone), but she was thankful for that considering she knew she could get messy. Being deposited on the bottom of the mattress, she could see the hunger in his eyes as he dropped right back to his knees, picking her leg up and kissing right beside her own knee. “You’re gonna have t’tell me what you do and don’t like, while I do it. I’m so…” The sound of him swallowing made her look down at his face. “I’m desperate for it. I don’t want to be too sloppy or not give you enough. Give me pointers, please.”

God, he melted her fucking heart. 

Everything about her softened as she nodded, reaching for his face and stroking his bottom lip to soothe him. “With a mouth like this, I doubt you could do anything wrong. Just don’t go off and bite me full force, and I think we’re okay.” She teased, adjusting her position for him. “You can experiment. It’s been so long for me… maybe we can figure out what I like together, hm? I have faith in you.”

—

Y/N had known she had nothing to worry about, but she hadn’t anticipated just how good it could be. 

It was a little clumsy at first. That was to be expected with firsts. Considering he spent a little while just staring at her pussy, she had felt slightly awkward and a little giggly herself with him observing her so closely as her bare body was exposed to him. He was like a fucking puppy with his eagerness, only slightly hesitant as his fingers spread her folds open and allowing himself a really good look at her most vulnerable place. 

The awkwardness had faded quickly, though, with his soft praises of how gorgeous she was, how lucky he felt, and the kisses on her inner thighs. What surprised her the most was how he had slipped her panties off and brought them straight to his face, letting himself inhale the scent of her. If it had been anyone else she would have been embarrassed, and for a split second she had wanted to squeal at him to stop- but seeing that raw hunger in his eyes and hearing the guttural groan he let out in response had shut her up real quick. 

It was his first time face first in pussy, but he got the hang of it very quickly. A natural, some could say. 

Y/N would just say she was the luckiest woman on the planet. 

He’d been slow with it, kissing gingerly over her clit to experiment before he’d looked up for her approval- which he got immediately. Her fingers were soft in his hair, encouraging as he looked slightly unsure for a moment before dragging his tongue up the length of her. 

It was after that, she was pretty sure, that he realized that he had nothing to worry about. 

“Oh my fucking god.” Y/N panted, slightly high pitched as she felt him hook her thighs under his arms. Mouth falling open, she felt his tongue drag up again, his body shifting her as he all but nuzzled into her cunt with a primal tinge to his features that made her throb right against his mouth. “Jesus.”

“So fuckin’ sweet. I’m already addicted to this. Want t’smell you every fuckin’ day.” He mumbled into her, running his tongue over her clit. “S’good? I’m doing a good job licking your pussy?” The words were slightly muffled, but it seemed like he couldn’t drag his face from between her thighs. 

“So good.” Her stomach jumped as one of his palms laid across it, thumbing at the sticky skin. The AC was no match for the heat he was bringing to her. “Fuck, just keep doing what you’re doing.” 

Harry didn’t have to be told twice. 

Y/N wouldn’t have considered herself to be a very vocal partner in bed in general, but apparently everything she’d known was challenged when Harry was involved. With green eyes peering up at her through dark lashes and lips wrapped around her clit, sucking in slow, repetitive motions, she was fucking dripping against his chin. She could hear it. Being this wet was a shock to her, but considering he’d been happy to pull off every so often to lap up every drop and moan like he was the one being sucked on, she knew he liked it more than she’d expected.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She hissed the words out through gritted teeth, his soft tongue nudging her clit as he suckled right on it. It wasn’t a move she’d felt before, but it was one she wanted to add into the routine. “That feels so fucking good, holy shit, baby. What the fuck?” Her head lulled back, back arching a bit more as her fingers tugged on his hair. Likely rougher than she meant to, but it got a growl against her poor clit and it was almost enough to make her cum. “Oh fuck, keep going like that. Just like that. H-Harry.” She stuttered, eyes welling up slightly. She could feel the heat burning up low in her stomach as she was pushed closer to the edge, far faster than she’d ever encountered in the past. 

It was notoriously hard to get her off during oral, and she had expected him to have to make her finish with his fingers, but based on what she was feeling… that wasn’t going to be a problem anymore. 

She hadn’t expected to drip onto the sheets, either, but that was his doing. She was drenched, sloppy with both her own arousal- and when he pulled back she had wanted to let those tears out, only to watch his lips purse and a trail of saliva drip down onto her throbbing clit. 

Her sweet Harry spitting on her cunt wasn’t something she’d have predicted, but it made it that much better. 

“You’re so dirty. Shit.” She whined, feeling his tongue drag the spit over her pussy as he chuckled against her. “So fucking hot. Can’t believe you’re gonna make me cum.” 

“You’ll make me cum just tugging at my hair. I love this pretty cunt.” He whispered, nose nudging her clit as he licked from her hole back to her clit to lap up the sweetness she’d been leaking for him. There was not an ounce of shame in how sloppy it was, the shine of them on his chin and lips with no motion to wipe any away, and somehow it made it even hotter. “C’mon. Give it to me. Tell me what to do to make you cum.” 

“Do what you were doing before. It was perfect.” She scrambled to say, yelping slightly as he adjusted her again and pulled her bum close to the edge of the bed. “Just-“

The man didn’t need further instruction. If Y/N didn’t know better, she’d have been suspicious that it wasn’t his first time doing it, but she was just that lucky to get a man with the most blessed mouth of all time. Lips around her clit and tongue stroking the ultra sensitive bud, she went to buck her hips but was kept in place by his bracketed arms, pinning her in place with biceps flexing as he did so.

If she could orgasm from an image alone, it would probably be from the one in front of her. 

Sweat was in her brows as she furrowed them, using the grip on his hair to push him further into her cunt, and he took it happily. Humming against her, her legs shook slightly as he gently moved his head back and forth like he was shaking it, the slick noise of his mouth making her pant as he tugged at her poor clit, returning to the rhythm she needed. 

Feeling her arousal dribble out of her and past her ass should have been more shameful, but with his greedy and hungry mouth, she only clenched around nothing knowing he would clean her up afterwards. There was no way to get him any closer, his nose buried in her soft mound above her cunt and eyes hooded as he stared right up at her. 

“Baby…”  Her mouth felt dry as she could feel it approaching rapidly. “Cumming- M’gonna.” She didn’t mean to sound as frantic as she did, but it was so quick that it made her flush. The large hand pressing on her belly, his steady tongue, the perfection suction, it was the exact recipe she needed as the sting in her eyes returned and the little wail left her lips, orgasm hitting her harder than she’d felt in ages. 

The harsh tug to his hair was unintentional, but the grunt that followed, alongside the whimpers he let out against her dripping, cumming pussy only made it better. She could feel movement, but she couldn’t think straight. 

The only thing on her mind was how good she felt and how perfect Harry was. 

“Harry- Harry.” She gasped, squirming as it came to be too much. “No more. Too- too sensitive.” If she could handle more, she’d have taken it. 

Maybe in a little bit. But right now, her thighs were trembling and it was hard to catch her breath as he finally unlatched from her throbbing clit, a pout on his face as he rested his wet cheek onto her inner thigh. 

“I want t’do it again.” He whispered, turning to kiss the thin, warm skin. “You taste so good, feel so fucking perfect. I can’t believe I waited that long to do it.”

The man obeyed immediately as she wordlessly pulled him up with a motion of her hand, humming in surprise as she kissed him hard. It was returned with matched fervor, a sharp exhale from his nose making her pull back with a giggle from sucking on his tongue. “Who the fuck are you? Are you certain you’ve never eaten pussy before?” 

The words were hushed against his swollen mouth, a shy grin breaking free from him as he nodded. Forehead pressed against hers, it was hard to hide the pride in his eyes as he looked into her own. “Yeah. My first time, and not the last. Yours is the only one I ever wanted. So worth the wait, fucks sake.”  

“Better be the only one. First and last.” Pulling him further up on the bed, she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him again, hand sliding down to the front of his trousers before he stopped her. 

She even sometimes braided his hair, which he especially loved. Her fingers smoothing it back and the brush going through his hair made him want to giggle when it made chills go up his spine, her finger expertly weaving the plaits into his long hair, smoothing it back and letting him lean into her hands, even if it made her job a little harder. She always complimented it and how he took care of it, though he did get in a lot of shit for stealing her hair ties and brushes when he spent the night.

It made sense that she let him get away with it, though.

Y/N was his very first relationship and he was over the moon.

He'd always been a bit picky about who he would give his romantic attention to despite being very openly affectionate to his friends and family. He valued that connection and he wanted something serious- not the casual stuff that he had seen his friends deal with. It wasn’t something he judged them for. In fact, he was the first one to be supportive of someone cutting out early because they’d pulled, but for him? It just wasn’t something he ever wanted.

There had been questioning when he had found the person he wanted when he'd met Y/N at a party his friend had been throwing. It was instantaneous for him. The fluttering heartbeat, the swell in his stomach, the gravitational pull being angled towards wherever she was in the room- it felt like his pupils had swelled into the shape of hearts, and he had been gone for since the first time they’d fixated on them.

Maybe it was a tiny bit awkward to ask her cousin, who happened to be the friend throwing the party, if she was single but it was worth it.

She was everything that he could have ever wished for.

They'd moved a bit slow, Harry telling Y/N that this was his first relationship and he'd been hopeful not to rush some of the intimate things because he wanted to learn her better and get a feel for it, and to his surprise and relief, she was more than okay with it.

After admitting to him that she had felt used by the last few relationships she had been in, it had been a relief to her as well to actually go slow. The expectation of getting into bed with someone so soon had been so tiring and frankly? Uncomfortable. Knowing that Harry wanted to get to know her had been a complete relief.

But that didn’t mean they didn’t kiss.

They kissed a lot. Harry was borderline addicted to the feeling of it, with her soft lips against his own, tasting her tongue, the intimacy of it all? He was always seeking it out. Needy for it, even, planting kisses on her skin whenever he could, because he could. She never told him off for it, leaning into it when he sponged his lips over whatever skin available to him.

To his delight, it was returned. Usually more so when they were alone, there were many times he found himself blissfully and giggly laying back as she kissed all over his face, giving him compliments that made him melt like honey onto whatever surface he was leaned on or laid up on, because fuck, it felt so good. Even as chaste as it was, he felt geared up from it because he was just so into to her.

It was what he had hoped for when he had his first and hopefully only relationship. He wanted Y/N as his wife and while he hadn’t voiced that quite yet, he sure as fuck daydreamed about it. With that certainty in his head, it made it a lot easier to want for more with her. Emotionally, always, but especially physically- and that had been slowly tiptoeing into further unexplored territory.

Y/N had told him she didn’t mind him touching her anywhere. A while in she had noticed he stopped before touching her ass and had told him that she didn’t at all mind if he wanted to grab at her. Heavy petting was encouraged, but she had never wanted to push him.

It was a good thing that after the first little grab of her ass and hands cupping over her tits that he had felt himself lean into the greedy side of him. Kissing her throat and pulling her into him, he’d heard her gasp the first time she’d felt him- but when he went to apologize with his pink cheeks and burning tips of his ears, she had told him she was just shocked at what she felt.

“It’s okay! It’s okay, H. You don’t have to stop. I just… I knew you’d be big, but I didn’t expect so much. We’re definitely gonna have to work up to me taking you.”

The words had changed something in his brain. The chemicals or wavelengths, something, because it had become something he thought about very, very often. Not only had it been a compliment that puffed up his pride, but it was also an unlocked kink of his.

It had led to their first bout of dry humping, ending with her teeth in his neck as he had continued to hump over her sticky little panties and his soaked briefs into her second orgasm and his own. The unlocked fantasy had brought out something new in him that he had a inkling he’d love, but no idea just how much- making Y/N cum.

Hearing the noises, feeling her hands on his hair, his back, clawing at him, hearing his name as she got all whiny and soft when she got to the crest of her orgasm, there was so much to love about it. Once he had a taste, he was determined to make it happen as much as possible, much to Y/N’s delight… but sometimes, he got a little greedy.

—

Going to a music festival with their friends had sounded like a lot of fun at first, really. Music, friends, rolling a little bit, camping in the RV that he had rented just for them, it all sounded like a good experience- but what he hadn’t thought about was how that would interfere with his alone time with her.

Everyone wanted to be around Y/N. She had that sort of energy about her, strangers and their friends alike. People naturally gravitated towards her because she was just that type of person you wanted to get to know- trust, out of all the people in the world, Harry understood it. He’d basically chosen her as his mate for life, like swans did, falling half in love with her just from observing her across the room the first night he had seen her.

So no, he couldn’t at all blame their mates for wanting to talk to her or dance with her- but he could be pouty about it.

When he found a chance to have her alone? He took it.

“Baby.” He was definitely visibly pouty as he grabbed at her hips, pulling her into the dark alcove as soon as the conversation had shifted and she had a moment of dancing alone. This tent was loud and his body was sweaty but he wanted to dance with his girlfriend, and if he had to result in stealing her away? So be it.

“Baby, baby, baby.” His mouth was on hers in an instant.

Thankfully Y/N seemed just as relieved, though amused at his whining. “Hi, baby.” She returned the pet name with a grin as he kissed her pretty lips, then down to her jaw, making her giggle. The things they’d taken had heightened everything, and everything felt a whole lot more sensitive, warm and glowy. His soft mouth on her skin was welcomed as she tilted her head to the side as he got to her throat, letting his teeth graze the skin.

“I’m sweaty, H!” She warned him before she felt his tongue drag up the side of her neck, nuzzling into her without a care in the world. Harry didn’t give a single fuck, to be honest. He had been starving for a taste of her and her attention since they’d gotten somewhat separated through other people vying for her attention, and a little salt on her skin would do absolutely nothing to keep him from that.

Harry had learned a lot about himself through his relationship with Y/N, and one of those things were that the thing about being attracted to the other person’s pheromones was absolutely true. There wasn’t a time he really thought she smelled bad, and he doubted she would taste bad either. The extra salt on her skin from dancing wasn’t a deterrent.

“Don’t care. You’re so beautiful and gorgeous, and you taste good anywhere n’everywhere.” He paused. “At least I imagine. Probably will, when we do that. We can do that soon I think.” His babble was happy, the whites of his eyes slightly red as he pulled back to look at her. Broad, slightly sticky palms took her face and he planted another smooch on her lips, repeating it over again until her giggles were contagious. “Real soon, yeah. I like the idea.”

“You, sweetheart, are very cute.” Y/N laughed through her words as she pushed his hair from his face. It had started out in plaits she had done for him earlier to keep it out of his face the best she could considering it was so hot out, but they’d fallen out. “What on earth did you do to get your hair this crazy, hm? Head bang that hard?”

His airy laugh was almost muffled by the bass of the music but she could still make it out. “Dunno. Probably I’ve been more focused on tryin’ to get you alone but people keep tryin’ to talk to us.” His smile fell slightly before he put it back up, leaning his forehead against hers. Their skin was both humid, but neither cared.

"They all like you better than me." He pouted again, his hands sliding down to her waist possessively as he nuzzled into her neck again, leaving kisses wherever he could reach. The drugs had made him extra affectionate and honestly, a little needy for attention- and that was saying a lot considering he usually didn’t at all care about PDA and hanging all over her on a regular Tuesday with the only thing in his system some ashwagandha and his multivitamin.

It was easy to get worked up when she was involved and there were no substances, but pairing the influence and the fact that he was most definitely suffering from withdrawals of her attention made a dangerous combination.

"I don’t blame ‘em… but I wanted you all to myself tonight." He whined, his fingers digging into her sides as he swayed them both to the music that was filtering through the tent. “Want to kiss, a lot.” Sticky mouths pressed together again, laced from their over priced coconutty sweet drinks they’d gotten before entering this set before he could continue, Y/N indulging in him as she let herself lean her weight into his body. “Mhm.. like that. And… More, maybe. I feel so good.”

They’d talked about it beforehand, what their limits would be. The only one he could think of was penetration, but only because he wanted his first time to be in a slower, more relaxed environment. Anything else was on the table. Y/N had made him a very eager man, and if you’d told him months ago before he met her that he’d be this ready to do it all he would be very suspicious.

Now it was taking up a very big portion of his mind.

“We can do whatever you want.” Y/N was going at his pace and he appreciated that. The rush was never felt, and no shame whatsoever- especially after he had told her that he had been nervous to tell her he wanted to go slow initially.

People assumed a lot about him being some sort of sexual deviant based off of the way he looked. Tattoos, muscles, and a self admitted smug attitude at times, all painted a picture of someone who knew a thing or two about being filthy- and while some of those assumptions were true in his mind, he hadn’t exactly worked the town.

He wanted to learn Y/N’s brain without the distraction of her body, because…. fuck, it was a distraction he knew he’d been pulled to.

Now, he felt more comfortable. Being touchy and grabby, full on handsy was accepted and truthfully enjoyed by her, and he had let himself get further and further with her in regards to grinding and talking lowly against her ear when they were in the midst of making out. He’d been learning the things she liked, and he knew that it was going to be hard to keep himself from wanting more.

“Want t’make you cum.” He admitted, mouthing against a new spot on her neck, lapping up the salt and nudging his lips against her skin, letting his teeth graze under her ear. “Can I? Later?” His breath washed over her skin and he tried not to get too giddy when he felt the goosebumps form on it. “With my mouth. Cause… honestly, I’ve been dying t’do it all damn day. All month. Longer. You always smell so good when we play around, and I just know she’s so fuckin’ pretty. I want to see her, get a good look before I lick you up. My mouth waters when I think about it, honestly.”

Without a second thought, his mouth decided to let her know exactly what he thought about. “Would you pull my hair when m’down there? I’ve always wanted that. Since the day we actually met, cause you complimented my hair and I felt like such a pervert for imagining it… but I did. Want to feel you tug on it and squeeze those perfect thighs against my head to keep me there. Think I’d be happy to get you to smother me with it. Cause I know you taste so good.” He groaned, pulling her into him enough that she could feel him against her tummy. “Would you get grossed out if I want to be wet with it all over my face?”

Y/N let out a shocked little laugh, shaking her head to the best of her abilities before she felt his teeth grab onto skin and the suction of his mouth, intent on leaving a mark. Her nails dug into his biceps as she leaned into him, licking her lips before responding. “N-No, I wouldn’t be grossed out. No one’s ever seemed so… enthusiastic about eating my pussy before, but if you want to do that I’ll give you whatever you want.”

When he pulled back from his little love bite, the skin throbbed from his suction but her poor cunt throbbed harder when he looked down at her with a darker look on his face that she was only familiar with finding during one thing- jealousy.

Harry wasn’t overly jealous in a toxic way. He got pouty like he had been before about their friends wanting her attention, but he never took her away from it. He gave her space when she needed it. He knew she was close with other people and encouraged her to go out with her own mates.

But when it came to the reminder of her past partners? Something else popped out in him. He didn’t like that at all.

Maybe Y/N was the toxic one for wanting to see what he would say to that, but the reward was exactly what she wanted.

“Well no one else is gonna get t’lick your pussy but me, ever again. Okay? Doesn’t matter if they weren’t as enthusiastic as they should be, because they’re fuckin’ stupid for ever having the honor of being there and not keeping you.” He cupped her chin, squeezing lightly. “You’re gonna have to drag me away from it. You deserve to know just how much I want to do it. Love making you feel good. S’my favorite thing… so I think that we’re done here for now.” He looked over her shoulder, peering from the little alcove he got her into.

🍓: A rough day? What’s wrong?

h: I got into a bit of a tiff with my sister again.

🍓: Still not my biggest fan, hm? I’m sorry, sweetheart.

h: I know she will warm up to you eventually.

🍓: I understand her hesitation. Our arrangement isn’t for most people. I am older than you and I have money. It is easy to be taken advantage of in that scenario.

h: but you’re not taking advantage. You take care of me. I’m so happy with you.

🍓: I’m always happy to hear that, baby. I’m very happy with you as well. It’s what I’ve wanted from this, but not everyone will understand that. Especially an older sister.

h: I just feel like she’s being judgmental. You’re being very nice about it

🍓: Judgmental, yes. But again, she is looking out for you. I’d hoped she would understand now after months in that she would see how happy you are and how I don’t ask you to do anything insane, however being protective is a part of family.

h: you’re so level headed. It’s so attractive, even if it is a bit frustrating

🍓: Well, sweetheart, your honesty with her while admirable is likely the cause of her apprehension. Being in an arrangement like ours and transitioning to an actual relationship probably has her thinking you’re being naive.

🍓: Before you pout, I’m not saying you are naive. In other scenarios with something like this, you’d be seen as such but you’re very intelligent. And now your music is starting to really flourish, you are in perfect health, and you get to travel with me a lot. However in most cases, it could have ended badly.

h: well, I’m in love with you, so it ended up pretty damn good.

h: sugar mama turned into the hottest woman that I plan to marry one day seems like a lovely turn of events. Also how did you know I was pouting?

h: you make good points, as usual. Your intellect is so attractive… but I just wish she wasn’t so judgmental about it. I want to bring her and my niece with us to New York. She’s always wanted to go to the city but she’s being difficult

🍓: I’m sorry, sweetheart.

🍓: If you’d like to take her without me, I am alright with that. I just want you to be happy.

h: no. I want you to come and enjoy it with us, even if you’d find a way to add something business-y to the schedule. I want my niece to know you.

h: I’ve never met someone more stubborn in my life.

🍓: It must run in the family. ;)

🍓: I know this is hard to navigate, but I’m here for whatever you decide to do. I want your family to like me but I’m not going to force or beg for it. I love you and the only person’s acceptance I need is yours.

h: I’m so glad your family likes me because I’d probably cry. I don’t know how you are able to handle people being like that to you.

h: it pisses me off. You’re so generous and kind, the best person I’ve ever met and she won’t give you a chance. I hope she sees it one day. I love you.

🍓: I love you more, sweet boy. Don’t worry about it too much, yeah? It’ll work itself out.

Harry was talking to some of his friends and Y/N had been introduced to everyone. To be honest, she was still scared shitless. It reminded her that she was indeed young when people spoke of babysitters and kids in college but she didn’t feel genuine discomfort until this woman showed up late, putting a halt to her gradual comfort.

Apparently, she used to work with Harry a while back. Her name was Angela and she had shaken her hand loosely, asking her what her name was because she ‘forgot’. Harry had given her a slight look but other than that welcomed her into their home, where said woman had been watching her every move.

The rest of Harry’s friends had actually been lovely. Complimenting her food, asking her genuine questions about herself, her likes and trying to get to know her. She was comfortable with Sarah, Mitch’s wife, and Charlotte along with her wife Victoria, seeing as they told her how much happier Harry had seemed since she came into the picture.

She’d been showered in compliments and it was obvious he’d warned everyone of her nerves, the rest of them doing their best to try and make her feel welcomed into their little group despite being quite a few years younger. It was obviously intimidating knowing that there were definitely some preconceived notions that had been or were currently being squashed.

Harry’d done little to hide his affections, pulling her into his side, kissing her cheek, talking her up with that fond look on his face she was so used to seeing privately. It had been so relieving to see he truly wasn’t embarrassed of her in the slightest, instead showcasing his true feelings. Everyone had been so receptive, but Y/N could see the slight grimace on the latecomer’s face as she sipped her wine.

It had been Y/N’s goal to keep herself from being alone with her, unliking the way she looked at both her and Harry himself. She may be young, but she wasn’t stupid. The woman was well aware of the look in the other’s eye, the admiration in a way that was far too inappropriate for her taste.

There was no question that Harry hadn’t slept with this woman- he had given her the names he could remember because she was nosy to a fault, even if it was to her own detriment- and perhaps that was the issue.

She’d lost out a successful, handsome man to a woman she deemed unworthy. But that wasn’t Y/N’s problem!

Her goal had almost been safe, but when Sarah excused herself to the restroom, the glaring woman found her way in the kitchen where Y/N was topping off her wine, the muffled noise of the party in the dining and living areas making her aware that they were alone.

“I didn’t think you could drink.” Angela chuckled, looking at the glass in her hand. “Such a young little thing. I know it’s probably not the best tasting when you first try it, but as you get older it will grow on you.”

Y/N knew the tone. Framing it as friendly, she was taking a dig at her for her age.

“Oh, I’ve been drinking for a couple of years now. Even worked at a liquor store. I’m pretty well versed in it.” She smiled, trying to make it look genuine. Was it a stretch? Yes.

She’d worked in a liquor store for all but 4 weeks, but the woman didn’t need to know that.

“Is there anything I can get you while you’re in here?” Y/N was going to play hostess, trying her best not to step on toes. Even if they were trying to step on her own.

“Oh, no. I know my way around. I’ve been here a few times before.” The way she said it, Y/N knew her game. If she wasn’t well versed in Harry’s history, she may have bristled, but managed to keep her composure. “I was very surprised to hear Harry had moved on from his wife. They were just so in love. He had been adamant he wasn’t going to get serious with anyone again.” She hummed, pinning Y/N with a look.

“Ex.” Y/N chirped. “She’s been his ex for a while. Appearances can be deceiving, I’m sure.” Taking a sip of her wine, she pursed her lips at the dry wine. Harry liked this one more than she did. “I know, he told me about his past. I’m pretty well versed in it.”

“Yes, I do know that. My daughter is friends with Lia.”

Well, shit.

This was news to Y/N. That must mean Angela was the mother of someone she had met in passing, and even more so, she had been exposed to whatever narrative Lia and her old friend group were trying to spill. The gold digger, the purposefully fucking Lia over, that this had been her plan the whole time, whatever else they were saying. That information did happen to upset her.

“Oh. Well, that’s nice.” What else was she supposed to say about it?

“It’s not so nice for Lia.” The woman’s voice lowered. “I have to admit that I feel for you. I know that this isn’t a nice situation to be in, but I do have to warn you that you shouldn’t get too comfortable. It’s disappointing.” Arms crossing over her chest, she placed her wine glass down.

“Pardon?” Y/N bristled visibly this time, not at all liking this woman’s tone. The condescending, the act as if she was just a little kid standing her, like she was disciplining one of her children.

“I’m just warning you- You, this whole thing, It’s a phase. Men like Harry need real women. You are a little girl playing dress up. I know you had a few years on Lia, but it's disgusting to see you go so far and sink to the lows of taking advantage of a vulnerable man still hurting after his breakup.” Angela said sternly. “I need to give you some advice.” She took a step closer to Y/N, making her hand tighten on the stem of her wine glass. Her teeth hurt from how hard she was clenching her jaw, irritation running through her like an inky black mess.

“I’d end it now. Take whatever little gifts he’s given you, the trip he took you on, and get out now. It’s only ruining both of your reputations. He’s going through a midlife crisis, obviously, with his daughter moving out-”

“We’ve been together before she moved out.” Y/N said lowly. “And disrespectfully, I’m not going to end my relationship with a man I love because a few people aren’t happy with it.” It infuriated her. “You are not my mother, nor am I friends with your daughter. You’ve no authority over me. I need to remind you that you are a guest in my home, and coming in here to disrespect me is not something I’m comfortable with.”

“Your home? Please.” Angela barked out a laugh. “Your stuff may reside here, but this isn’t your home. It’s Harry’s house. He owns it, he owned it with his wife and child, and his little phase of fucking around with young sluts is going to end. He’ll either get back together with his wife, or he’ll realize he needs someone a little more mature and break it off with you. You’ve got dollar signs in your eyes and you need to understand that this money is going to dry up once he kicks you to the curb. I’m giving you advice you need to hear.”

Y/N was shocked at the audacity of this woman. The gall. To come to her and call her a phase, a slut, a gold digger. It stung worse than she could let her show, knowing that was her feared perception, but even more so to be confronted by it.

“I am not with him for money. I’ve not taken a single cent from him, nor will I.” She spit. “And by mature, do you mean you, Angela?” Y/N let out a sharp laugh. “He had plenty of time to go to you if he wanted you, but he didn’t. He didn’t see you as anything more than a friend, obviously, considering he invited you over to meet me. He’s not confused, he’s not upset, he is a grown man who makes his own decisions. Just because I’m younger than him doesn’t mean I’m some sort of crisis treatment. He loves me, and I love him. I’m sorry that your little fantasy of sinking your claws into him isn’t working out- but I’m not going anywhere.”

“Listen, you little bitch. He’s going to stop thinking with his dick sooner or later, and I’ll-” She had approached with dark eyes, getting closer to Y/N than she was comfortable with and poking her pointy little nail into her shoulder when a throat cleared from the side of the room. All the redness from the woman’s frustrated face drained, a pale sheet washing over her skin.

“What were you about to say?” Sarah asked, her arms crossed as she walked into the room. At the silent opening and closing of the other woman’s mouth, She shook her head as she made her way to Y/N’s side. “I’ve only met you a few times, Angie- but this is a side of you that you’ve seemed to hide pretty well. It’s a good thing too, quite ugly.” She uncrossed her arms and placed a hand on Y/N’s shaky back, shoulders squared.

“If you really think she’s some young girl who’s young enough to take advantage of a grown man, you’ve got your priorities messed up. Harry’s never been more in love than this, and I’ve seen him in all phases since Uni. I know he isn’t going to love to hear about this, though.”

“I- I was just trying to avoid heartbreak for both of them!” Angela was desperately trying to save face, knowing now that someone in Harry’s very inner circle was aware of her real intentions. Not only that, but she saw the way she had blatantly disrespected Y/N in her own house. She’d been watching from the side for a bit, but as soon as she saw her get in her face it had been the time to step in.

“I highly doubt that. If you’ll excuse us.”

Sarah took Y/N by the wrist and gently tugged her towards the bathroom, knowing that this adrenaline was going to wear off. It was no fun crying in front of someone you were trying to prove a point in front of, and she wasn’t about to let her sit there and take more from the rude woman who couldn’t accept reality.

The door was pushed in and Y/N turned from her, bracing herself on the counter. The older woman didn’t say anything at first, letting her gather her bearings as she shakily inhaled and exhaled, her arms trembling slightly. It broke her heart.

It had been apparent that she was nervous from the first moment she met her, but the love between her and Harry had been so glaringly obvious that it was hard to keep any reservations she may have had about an age gap or how they’d met.

Harry could barely keep his hands off, he talked about her like the sun rose for her and looked at her as if she hung the moon. Y/N had looked at him the same way, leaning into him and touching him naturally, like her hands were meant to be there. She wasn’t flashy, she didn’t wear a bunch of new jewelry, she didn’t tote around designer that Harry bought her. She’d worn a classy little dress and a single heart pendant around her neck, a pearl choker the only other accessory. Their interactions were so full of warmth, it made a lot more sense to her.

Harry had always been a romantic. When his ex had gotten pregnant, he had done his best to romanticize it, finally getting to have a family he’d had no shame about saying he wanted the whole time he knew her. He’d stepped up, tried his best to love his wife and be the best father. He’d glowed while being on dad duty, but she had to admit that her reaction around his ex had paled in comparison to how he looked at Y/N. Not to discredit any past love he may have had, but it seemed a lot more intense now. Real, raw. She watched his eyes trained on her as she walked around and how he never looked away as she spoke, how he opened his arm for her and she fell into it like a well rehearsed scene.

Of course she’d had her own reservations when Mitch had told her about it. Even when she met with Harry and he had been all smiles, telling her about how much he adored the woman. She’d seemed too good to be true and Sarah could admit she wondered what exactly could be clouding Harry’s judgment, but  upon meeting her and seeing them interact? It was glaringly obvious that this was real for both of them.

“Y/N?” Sarah murmured, placing her hand on her arm. “Are you alright?”

Her eyes were burning as a few tears dripped down her cheeks. Despite her best efforts to keep it bottled up, it was pointless. Not when her biggest fears had been brought up.

Realistically she knew none of that was true. She wasn’t a phase, she wasn’t a gold digger and Harry loved her. She loved him. Nothing that the woman had said was true, but it still hurt to hear those things verbalized.

“Y-Yeah.” A wince passed her as her voice cracked. “I am. I just…” She sniffled, looking down at the green marble counter top.  “It’s a lot of the stuff I was scared people would say and I hate that people are so mean about the fact that we’re in love. Especially because Harry seemed h-happy to see this woman and all she wanted to do is warn me away.”

That wasn’t fair. If Y/N wasn’t in a good head space, it could have potentially ruined their relationship. It wasn’t fair to her, or to Harry. Maybe this would end in flames, but it was up to them and only them to figure out. They didn’t need any outside sources trying to infiltrate them.

“I know.” Sarah’s voice was full of sympathy. “She’s a right bitch, isn’t she? Don’t know where she gets off on saying those things.” Y/N didn’t know either. She was angry that she said that, embarrassed that she was crying, upset that she was letting one of the very people she had tried to promise herself not to care about ruin her first get together with Harry’s friends as she tried to integrate herself into his life properly- it just sucked. It could get worse, though, and it did when a knock sounded at the door.

“Y/N? You alright?” Harry’s voice sounded through the door. He’d not seen her for a little bit and it wasn’t like her to wander off from him for a long period of time. It was blissful to have her attached to his side. The man loved feeling needed and adored, and Y/N ticked every single one of his boxes.

He hadn’t expected for Sarah to open up the door, catching him slightly off guard as he looked from her to Y/N. He couldn’t see her face fully but her shoulders were moving a little. Was it a laugh? “Are we having gossip time already? I-” His words paused and dried up in his mouth the moment she turned to look at him.

Her eyes red and glassy and a few tear marks falling down her cheek, he knew what his girl looked like when she was crying and his stomach immediately dropped. “Hey- Hey, Y/N? What’s happened?” His voice dropped to a hushed concern, slipping past Sarah gently and finding his lover against the sink.

“Angela is a wretched bitch, that’s what happened.” Sarah huffed, closing the door and crossing her arms. “I know Y/N doesn’t want to disturb the peace, but she said some awful things about her and your relationship. Put her hand on her and tried to intimidate her.”

Sarah knew she was tattling but Harry needed to know the truth and she could tell Y/N wasn’t the type to try and inconvenience him with something like that. “I’m going to go tell her to get lost, but I think she needs you right now.”

Harry’s body was tense as he heard the cause of his love’s tears, getting closer to her and pulling her body into his arms as he sent a thankful look towards Sarah for helping out. He did have some amazing friends- even if one had apparently missed the mark.

He was shocked, really.

Angela had always been more than kind and helpful to him. Someone he could rely on. It hurt knowing that she had upset Y/N when he had warned everyone to go easy because of her nerves. As soon as the door closed, he gently cupped her face and started to thumb away tears. “Tell me. What did she say?”

Y/N’s lip trembled before she pulled it into her mouth, eyes rolling up to the ceiling to try and prohibit the others from falling. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable crying in front of Harry, but she didn’t want to cry about this at all.

“It wasn’t anything I didn’t know that people thought.” She started, fingers curling over the collar of his shirt.  “But she was going on about how m’just a phase and you’re going through something. How it’s not fair of me to take advantage of a vulnerable man and the money’s gonna dry up eventually. That you’re going to go back to your wife or get tired of having someone young and find someone more mature and capable.” She scoffed the last bit.

“Turns out, she has been waiting for her chance with you. Her daughter is friends with Lia and that whole group, saying I planned this the whole time to get set for life with money a-and…” She took a shuddering breath, trying not to let the little sob in her chest out. “I’m just a little girl playing dress up.”

Harry could feel the hot anger rising in his stomach. All he’d tried to fucking do was get her more comfortable with his friends. He’d tried to plan a nice night where she could see that they didn’t think of her as those things, that she’d have a safe spot with him and his mates but fucks sake.

This was the exact opposite.

It wasn’t like it was really his fault and rationally, he knew he had no way of knowing this would happen. He’d never imagined Angela to ever be rude, let alone cruel to someone he so obviously and fully loved. It was a hell of a shock, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit responsible. Y/N was always going to get more blowback about this than he was.

It didn’t make sense to him, not fully. They were both adults, consenting and capable of making their own decisions.

Yes, there was an age gap. Yes, the way they met was unconventional and yes, it hurt his daughter’s feelings, but in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t so wrong.

How could something that felt like it was filling the missing piece of him be so wrong, so taboo to others?

It wasn’t their fucking business. For once in his life he was being selfish about his happiness, finding a woman he truly loved and worshiped, and he’d be damned if someone tried to take that away from him.

“I’m so sorry.” He said quietly, pulling her in and kissing the softness of her hair. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t know she’d do that. I never expected… I’d never have knowingly invited someone who wanted to hurt your feelings. All I wanted was for you to meet my friends and feel comfortable with them.”

And one of his misjudgements had made that go to shit.

“It isn’t your fault, Harry.” Y/N sighed, sniffling as she took his hands from her face so she could wipe off with one of the tissues on the counter. “It’s something I’m going to have to deal with. It took me off guard, hearing it from her. I wasn’t expecting it tonight but… I know you’d never willingly put me in that position.” She felt his arms wrap around her waist as she faced the mirror.

“I know what I signed up for when I decided to date you. You’re worth every cruel thing she said to me but… I just wasn’t expecting it tonight. My guard was down, I think.” His face nuzzled into her neck, kissing the soft flesh of her throat as he tried to calm himself down.

He was furious.

Y/N, even sniffly and teary eyed, was rational and mature about this when he sure as fuck didn’t want to be. He wanted to yell, to kick her out himself, to tell her that she was no friend of his if she felt comfortable enough to try and ruin their relationship. Who was she to come into the kitchen that they shared as a couple and try to make her uncomfortable?

He should have known from the first misstep of ‘forgetting her name’ that she would cause trouble, but he’d genuinely thought the best of her.  He’d have to make sure people knew just how unacceptable he found this.

But he didn’t want to embarrass Y/N any more than she already was. Her body was still shaking slightly in his arms, eyes peering from his spot in her neck to watch her dab at the tears near her waterline. Thankfully there had been minimal damage to her makeup and if she took another moment, it wouldn’t be too obvious that she cried. But she shouldn’t have had a single tear to begin with.

“I know I can’t protect you from everything, but I really wish I could.” He said after a quiet moment. “I know you’re dealing with the shorter end of the stick. People assume a lot of you. But one thing I can tell you is that you are the best thing in my life. You aren’t a little girl, you’re a woman. A woman I love and adore and plan to cherish for the rest of my life. Eventually it will die down. People will get used to it, and we both know no one’s immune to the gossip train, but we’re going to be very boring to them in just a little while.” He turned her around, taking the tissue from her hand and continuing her clean up for her.

“I didn't know she was like that. That she was into me at all. It didn’t matter either way, but I hope you know I’m not keeping her in my life. Not when she was cruel to you.” He huffed. “And putting a hand on you… she’s lucky I won’t press a charge. But if you want, I can tell Sarah to tell Victoria about what happened. She’s a massive gossip and half the town will know of her being thrown out of my house.” A tiny mischievous smile rose on his lips, making her laugh.

“Yes.” She peeped. Maybe a person better than her would feign disinterest in that sort of thing, but it would be nice to see some sort of karma for the people trying to ruin her life all because she fell in love.

“I’m not going to let them get to me. I’m in love with you, I love our relationship, I adore my life here and I’m not about to let the yummy mummy’s who are jealous of this, or the other people who think they know what’s happening make me feel uncomfortable.”

The only person who had a right to be upset was Lia, and Y/N wasn’t going to hold that against her. She knew that it was fucked up but there was little she could do about it now. Harry was her love.

Lips pressed against hers quickly, shocking her a little bit. It didn’t take long for her to melt into the kiss, though, leaning into it as he gave soft, repetitive pecks to her slightly swollen mouth. His fingers curled around the back of her neck and the side of her cheek, moving from her mouth to kiss over her nose and forehead, the onslaught of kissing making her erupt into giggles before they, too, were silenced by his lips yet again. Melting into him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and let herself lean into his strong body, keeping her up with his arms alone before pulling their lips apart to take her for a proper hug.

“I love you.” He mumbled into her hair. “More than anything. I’m sorry this happened, but m’gonna make sure we’re around people who support us.” Like his mum. That was a whole other story, but she really did like the fact he was so happy. Sarah, Mitch, Charlotte, Victoria, everyone else here was so supportive now that they’d met her and seen their love firsthand. Anyone who had an issues with them could get fucked, if Harry had a say in it.

What would they do when Y/N fell pregnant? Being honest, that was a goal of his. He couldn’t stand on anyone disrespecting her now, let alone when she was the mother of his child. “Let’s get you relaxed and then we’ll go back out there, yeah? People wanted to know about the trip and the museums we went to.”

“I’ve got a change of dress in the bag.” Y/N knew better than to go without a change of clothes in this new era of her wanting to feed herself. Disastrous mess was inevitable with a baby and any sort of food. “It’s important for her development for her to figure it out. She’s having fun!”

“I know she is, my heart.” Harry murmured, looking to the ruined sundress. It was a cute outfit, pink heart dress paired with the pink crochet hat over her little curly pigtails, but he knew as soon as her eating was over she was going to get fussy about being sticky and messy.

Harry hated the feeling in most cases too, so he could relate.

“Besides, your mum is going to have at least three new outfits when we get over there after.” Y/N turned to her baby with a big smile. “Isn’t that right, darling? Nana loves to spoil you, hm? All those cute little dresses she gets you, multiple daily outfit changes are the only way we’ll get through the all.”

Harry huffed out a laugh, picking his fork back up. “You’ve got a point. She sent me a photo of a miniature shirt with ducklings on it yesterday, so I’m going to bet on there being at least 4 outfits. That’s just what she’s sent me so far.” His mum had an obsession with buying her granddaughter outfits and he loved it. There was only a short period of time to do it as she grew and if he thought about how fast it was happening he would cry, so he pushed that side.

“Silly Nana. Your wardrobe is already exploding.” Y/N laughed, taking a sip of her mimosa, sans the alcohol. When Harry tried to tell her once that it was just orange juice, she’d simply flipped him off.

She squealed, hitting her little fist on the plastic tray and sent a bit of strawberry onto the main table and Harry’s arm, seemingly agreeing with her mum.

“I do love it, though. It’s fun to play dress up with her. I’m afraid next time we leave her with her she’ll come back with the entire Baby Gap, but I fear our child has your affinity for clothing. It’s like a minefield in our closet, she takes after you.” Harry teased his wife because their own closet was a mess of Y/N’s rotation of aesthetics.

“Like mummy, like baby.” She preened, lifting her glass to her lips. “And Daddy won’t complain if he wants more babies, will he? No, he won’t.” She reached out to tickle their daughter’s little foot, which had somehow lost its sock. “And he’s been talking about more babies since you were born, so I think he’s going to reconsider.”

“I’m not complaining!” He clarified, blinking rapidly. “M’not!” The man wanted more babies, and he knew what was good for him.