#jarofstyles

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It should be fair after all.

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

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

“Hm? What is it, honey?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was her wet dream come to life. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t just the sight of it either. 

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

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

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

He was feeling the exact same thing. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just as he wanted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was his undoing. 

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

His wet dream. 

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, baby. Jus’ like that.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you all were asking if you’d be seeing me at the shows, and the answer is yes. Of course. I unfortunately can’t take pictures with you all when I’m there because of the ‘security risk’ thing, and the boss is very protective of little ole’ me. I saw some comments asking that and thought I’d address that in a vlog so you guys know I’m not being some weirdo who’s let fame go to her head.”

The snort coming from the bed made her narrow her eyes, flicking her middle finger towards him off camera. He always liked to make little noises and comments and it was something people tended to look forward to.

Harry would pretend like he didn’t do it on purpose, but he did. They’d made the decision to keep their relationship mostly private which meant she didn’t want him in her vlogs, especially because she wanted an identity outside of him, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to let people have tiny glimpses.

Her audience called it edging, and she wouldn’t disagree.

Considering he was majorly offline it made the most sense. Besides that point, their memories were theirs. She recorded quite a lot of just the two of them but it wouldn’t ever see the public- just the tiny private account she had with people in their inner circle, which was about 30 people.

“Also, yes, this is the new merch and I did steal it. Took it right off the vendor table.” She plucked the black tee shirt and showed it off, the glittery writing sparkling in the setting sun.

“You did what?” Was called from the bed, making her roll her eyes.

“Was it gonna make a difference if I took it today? We both know I’d m go in the dressing room tomorrow and ask your assistant to bother himself with getting me one of these as soon as we got there. I figured I’d snag it at rehearsal so I could christen it by sleeping in it… like a good luck charm.” She grinned the specific ‘innocent but absolutely not innocent’ grin that always had him huffing at her, but it didn’t matter. It was all for show anyways.

He liked seeing his stuff on her. That was proven time and time again.

“Can’t believe m’in love with a criminal.”

Y/N knew that line would be picked up and people would run it all over the internet but she was going to leave it in. Just a little reminder to everyone that he was indeed in love with her.

No matter how many times people pretended an international pop star needed an influencer for a ‘PR. Relationship’

Her following was massive and nothing to scoff at. That wasn’t her downplaying her success, but facts were facts. Her 15 mil didn’t do much for his however many millions more he had. That wasn’t something neither of them paid attention to.

“You are, and don’t you forget it. You’re all lucky he’s the singer in this because if I could hold a tune, I’d be be singing ‘mama I’m in love with a criminal.’ I’m sparing everyone’s ears.”

Y/N really couldn’t sing for shit and it was quite funny. She prayed that if they ever had kids that they’d inherit his musicality, because hers was hopeless.

“Anyway, you’re going to get to see the venue tomorrow. I’m pulling up before the opening act because a flower shop has graciously offered to let me help them make some bouquets of tulips and let me film it! So I’ll get to bring the boss good luck flowers and have some content about local business, which I’m stoked about.”

Harry watched her ramble to the camera and sort of envied the way she was able to be so natural and real on film. That was a weak point for him at the beginning, getting comfortable with people recording him, talking to cameras, all of that.

Y/N teased him about his prepared, rehearsed and recycled answers at times but routine and predictability felt good to him. Being with her had him working a bit more on loosening up on camera- especially when he witnessed her recording herself brushing her teeth while he stood off to the side, unashamed of toothpaste dripping down her chin.

They were so different in so many ways, but that was why it worked so well. Bringing different things to the table, different talents, different experiences.

Unfortunately she was right about the singing, though. Her karaoke resembled a howling dog, and he loved her for it.

He heard her shut the recording off before feet padded to the bed, making him look up from his book just in time to put it to the side as she crawled onto his lap. No warning, nothing at all, but that was just how she rolled.

“Hello. Didn’t know we were in Australia.”

“Huh?” Y/N pulled her face from his neck, hair a mess as she peered at him.

“Considering I’ve got a koala on me. Didn’t know we’ve gone from Amsterdam to somewhere in Aus.” He repeated, a laugh escaping him as she groaned, putting her head back to his shoulder with an ungraceful ‘thunk’.

“You missed out on a career in comedy.” She muttered sarcastically, stretching her limbs out and over him until he was covered in a blanket of Y/N, and his hand was rubbing up and down her back. “The stand up scene mourns. Thankfully you’ve got a hundred thousand people who may show up tomorrow for your gig, so it all works out.”

“Fresh.” He shook his head giving the meat of her bum a little pinch to make her squeak. It didn’t hurt, just took her off guard as she stuck her cold feet over his as revenge. “And now m’getting attacked. Wonder what your audience would say if they knew you were torturing me when the camera was off, mm?”