#sub!harry

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Y/N met Harry on the first day of college. She was nervous and eager to make friends. Hurrying to her seat, she noticed Harry sitting next to her. The first thing she saw was his mop of curly hair, and she thought he was incredibly cute. He looked so innocent and nerdy in his black-rimmed glasses. He was just too adorable.

He wore a white T-shirt that highlighted his bulging biceps, with tattoos peeking through. Suddenly, Y/N found herself wanting to see every tattoo that adorned his beautiful body. She was so curious and lost in her thoughts about him that she didn’t realize Harry was, in fact, looking at her.

Harry thought he was dreaming as he looked at Y/N. She seemed like an angel, a beautiful one at that. She wore a cute white hoodie adorned with pink bows, and her curly hair framed her lovely face perfectly. What captivated him the most were her eyes; they were alluring, radiant, and a luminous shade of dark brown. Next were her luscious pink lips, so full and plump that he suddenly wanted to kiss them and taste them. He wondered if they tasted like berries or cherries, secretly hoping they tasted like cherries, his favorite fruit.

“Do you have an extra pen?” Y/N asked in a hushed voice. “I forgot to bring my pouch,” she added with a little pout.

“Y-yeah, yeah,” Harry replied, fixing his glasses, clearing his throat, and answering in a hoarse voice. He couldn’t believe she was actually talking to him.

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Later that day, they sat together at lunch, talking as if hours had passed. Y/N was so grateful to have found someone as kind as Harry, who listened to every word she said with such intent. They chatted about random topics, like their favorite TV shows and ice cream flavors. When Harry revealed that his favorite flavor was mint chocolate chip, Y/N made a weird face.

“Shut up—no, don’t you dare say it!” Harry exclaimed, amused.

“But it tastes like toothpaste!” Y/N whined playfully.

“No, it does not!” Harry shot back. Y/N made a mental note to convince Harry to try every other flavor until he grew to hate mint chocolate chip.

They soon became inseparable—best friends. Harry didn’t realize just how much he had started to like Y/N until it was almost too late. He thought frequently about confessing his true feelings, but there never seemed to be the right moment. He cherished the friendship they had, and the thought of losing her terrified him to his core. So he kept those feelings hidden, bottled up, and accepted her as his best friend.

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Harry set Y/N down on the couch when they reached her apartment. He kneeled down to take off her heels. “Ouch, slowly please,” YN whined.

“I am never letting you wear these stupid shoes again. Your feet are all red and swollen,” Harry countered, looking genuinely concerned. He hated seeing Y/N in pain. He wanted to protect her from everything and keep her safe in his cocoon—just him and Y/N.

He then carefully carried a sleepy Y/N to her bedroom and started looking for a comfortable shirt for her to wear. After finding a suitable shirt, he went to the bathroom to grab her makeup wipes and returned to find half-asleep Y/N lying on the bed. “Sweetheart, this will only take two minutes, I promise.” He began wiping her face gently.

After getting Y/N all ready for bed, Harry changed his own clothes. Y/N had “borrowed” too many of his shirts, but honestly, he never minded it. In fact, he secretly liked when Y/N wore his clothes. She looked breathtaking in his oversized shirt paired with her tiny shorts, which made Harry lose his mind.

“Come to bed and cuddle me; I need to sleep,” Y/N grumbled, rubbing her tired eyes.

“Coming, sweetheart, just two minutes,” Harry replied with a smile. He knew how grumpy Y/N got when she was sleepy. He quickly climbed into bed, set his glasses on the side table, and pulled her to his side. Cuddled next to him, Harry didn’t mind being the big spoon. He loved having Y/N molded to his side—the sweet scent of her hair, which smelled like strawberries on a sunny day, and the soft skin that felt like vanilla sundae. He adored every inch of her. Whenever he was with her, he felt like he was on cloud nine. Everything around him was rainbows and sunshine; she made everything look like it was through rose-tinted glasses.

But Harry also loved being the little spoon. There were days when he just wanted to be held, and honestly, Y/N loved having him like that—clingy, needy, like a cute little puppy.

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One day, Harry arrived at Y/N’s apartment looking extremely worn out. Y/N was lying on the bed, comfortably engrossed in her favorite novel. She grew concerned upon seeing Harry. 

“I am so exhausted, and my head hurts,” Harry exclaimed, throwing his bag on the floor. “I had to sit in Professor Martin’s class for two hours, plus I had a psychology presentation today,” he stated tiredly while rubbing his drowsy eyes behind his frames. 

“Oh no, I’m so sorry you had such a long day, baby. Come on, lie down, and I’ll massage your head,” Y/N replied, removing the blanket from her lap. Harry immediately climbed onto the bed and dropped his head in Y/N’s lap. She carefully removed his glasses and placed them on the side table before starting to massage his head.

She threaded her fingers in his curls, scratching his head lightly, rubbing, and applying just the right amount of pressure. Harry let out a soft moan as he could already feel the tension melting away, his body instinctively relaxing further into her lap.

 “Feels amazing,” he murmured, his voice slightly muffled against her legs. 

As her skilled fingers glided over his scalp, working their magic and easing the stress that had built up after a long week. 

Y/N smiled, enjoying the way he melted under her touch. She varied her movements, alternating between gentle rubs and firmer pressure, focusing on the areas where he seemed to carry the most stress. Her fingers danced through his hair, and she leaned forward slightly to whisper, “You deserve this. Just relax.”

After what seemed like hours of massaging, Y/N realized Harry had fallen soundly asleep on her lap. His face looked peaceful, with his eyes closed and soft snores slipping through his pretty pouty lips. He looked so adorable, and Y/N couldn’t help but wish she could freeze time to savor this moment longer.

Knowing Harry would probably complain about his back in the morning, she gently shifted him, lifting his head from her lap and placing it on a pillow. His brows furrowed slightly, so she soothingly rubbed his forehead, trying to smooth away any lingering tension. Half asleep, Harry instinctively moved closer, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist and nuzzling his face against her boobs. His personal pillow: He always has the best sleep whenever she holds him. Y/N smiled down at him. His curls tickled her jaw, and she couldn't resist leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his head.

“Goodnight, sleepyhead,” Y/N whispered, smiling at Harry, who had already drifted back into a peaceful slumber.

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Harry was never the jealous type—at least, not until Y/N came into his life. but right now he cant help but a bitter sensation rises up his throat when he sees yn with Jacob. A total douchebag who flirts with every girl in the college, Standing next to Y/N, too closely according to harry. Harry had come to find Y/N so they could grab tacos at their favorite spot, but instead, he’s witnessing this. Does Y/N like him? Does she have a crush on him that he doesn’t know about? What if Y/N is interested in him and wants to end her friendship with Harry? Will she forget about him? All these questions overwhelm Harry’s mind at the sight. No, no—Y/N was only his. His best friend, his angel, his sweetheart. She would never do something like this. His chest suddenly started burning at such thoughts. 

Jacob says something which makes Y/N burst into laughter. His chest tightens at the sight. He wants to be the only person to make yn laugh like that. He curses inwardly that jacob gets to experience the sweet melody of her laughter, her laugh that can instantly brighten up the room with warmth and sunshine. He thinks to himself, Does Jacob know her eyes crinkle whenever she laughs? or how the mole under her right eye disappears when she laughs because of the fullness of her cheeks? 

“Oi, whatchu looking at?” Y/N snapped her fingers in front of Harry’s face. He hadn’t realized she had come over and was talking to him. “You look like you could kill someone,” she teased, giggling as she spoke to him. 

“Was that Jacob talking to you?” Harry asked, trying to sound casual even though he was fuming inside. “Yeah, he wanted my chemistry notes because apparently he spilled coffee on his,” Y/N replied, wrapping her arm around Harry's as they walked together. 

“Did you give them to him?” Harry asked, mentally cursing Jacob and hoping she hadn’t. 

“No, obviously I know he just wanted an excuse to hit on me. I’m not dumb,” Y/N exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Besides, you know I don’t like sharing my notes with anyone except for you, because you know how to take care of them.” She chided and planted a kiss on Harry’s cheek. His face instantly heated. 

“Good,” Harry whispered quietly, fixing his glasses, looking at the ground, too embarrassed to hide the blush of his cheek and unable to suppress a smile at the thought of Y/N rejecting that jerk. 

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Harry loves when Y/N gets touchy like this with him. When randomly she hugs him, kisses him on his cheek, forehead, or settles on his lap while watching a movie. Her spontaneous kisses leave a soft tingle on his skin, and he can’t help but smile every time she curls up in his lap. It’s in these moments he feels closest to her, as if every touch and every kiss is a silent confession of how much she means to him. His arm instinctively wraps around her waist, pulling her in a little tighter, enjoying the way she fits perfectly against him. The movie on the screen fades into the background; all he can focus on is the warmth of her body and the way she makes him feel—like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be. It all feels so natural. And they never have those awkward moments because they both love these touches. Whenever yn touches him, he feels electricity buzzing through him, in a good way. His skin feels like jello and his heart is thumping loudly, His brain is all muddled with goo and sparkles. 

He wants to treasure those moments forever and constantly wishes for more and more. 

It was one of those rare evenings for Harry and Y/N, Where the world seemed to quiet down just for them. They had just finished with their midterms and needed this for the longest time. Dim yellow lights, a bottle of red wine sitting on the table, a soft record player playing in the background. Legs tangled under the blanket as Harry and Y/N sat closer to each other, just enjoying each other’s presence. The warmth of Yn’s body pressed against him felt like home.

Harry’s fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of Y/N’s hair, twirling it between his fingertips. His eyes traced over her face, taking in every detail — the curve of her lips, the soft rise and fall of her chest.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Harry whispered, his voice low and soft, his breath tickling her ear.

Y/N turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze with a soft smile and cheeks already flushed because of wine, changed into a deeper shade of red at his words. “You always say that.” Slurred her words lightly. 

“Because it’s true,” he murmured, leaning in closer, their faces just inches apart. His fingers gently tugging at her bottom lip, eyes flickering to her mouth. “And I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of telling you that.” 

For a moment, neither of them moved, the air between them thick with unspoken words and emotions. Y/N felt her heart race as Harry’s eyes locked onto hers, filled with something deeper than just affection.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Y/N tilted her head, her lips brushing against Harry’s in the softest kiss, testing the waters. It was brief- just a featherlight kiss- but enough to send a shockwave through him. Harry let out a quiet sigh, his hand moving to cup her face as he deepened the kiss, slow and tender. As he leaned in closer, Y/N gently pushed his glasses up onto his forehead, making it easier for them to get lost in each other. Suddenly, he realized what he had done.

Harry pulled back immediately, his eyes wide with surprise at his own action.

“Sorry,” he blurted out, his voice panicked. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Y/N blinked, her cheeks flushing, but there was no trace of anger or discomfort on her face. Instead, she smiled softly, a warmth blooming in her chest at his sudden vulnerability. “No, Harry… It’s okay.”

Harry’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure? I didn’t mean—”

“Harry,” Y/N interrupted gently, her voice barely a whisper as she moved closer, her hand resting on his cheek. “It’s okay, I want this, I promise.”

Harry couldn’t quite grasp what was happening—it all felt too surreal, like something straight out of his dreams. Yet, here it was, playing out in real time. In the blink of an eye, Y/N tossed the blanket aside and straddled his lap. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt as she pressed closer to him, wanting to be as near as possible. Her fingers trailed up his chest, feeling the heat radiating through his shirt, before cradling his face. Without hesitation, she pulled him into a deep kiss.

Harry was still trying to make sense of it all, but instinctively, his hands found their place—one tangling in her hair, the other resting gently on her neck.

The kiss was slow, tender, and filled with all the emotions that had been simmering under the surface for so long. His lips were soft, and she could taste the faint hint of wine on them. Their lips molded perfectly, like it was meant to be. Time seemed to blur. It must have been five minutes, or five hours; neither of them knew. It was a heated blend of tongue, teeth, and lips. 

Y/N’s hand reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it. Harry pulled back, catching his breath, resting his forehead against hers. His heart pounded, blood rushing south; he was so hard, making him ache beneath her. 

“Can I take off your top, baby?” He whispered, his breath warm against her jaw as he kissed and nipped at it.

“Yes, yes, please,” she murmured, and that was all the permission Harry needed. He swiftly pulled off her shirt—his shirt—and eagerly ran his hands over her smooth, soft skin. 

“So soft, your skin is so soft,” he murmured, his hands working behind her, unclasping her bra. 

Her tits were a piece of art—Round, so full and perfectly perky. His large hands cup them, gently rolling the nipple between his fingers. 

Now she sat only straddling him in her thin, barely there sleeping shorts; she could feel his hard cock beneath her, thick and throbbing, nudging her entrance. Her dampness was seeping through both of their shorts. A delicious remainder, how much she wanted him. He could feel her cunt fluttering around nothing, desperate for him. 

 Harry had to shut his eyes and  take  a few steady breaths as his chest rose and fell with anticipation. Slowly, he leaned forward, prepping light kisses along the curve of her breast. Y/N moaned softly, arching her back, giving him more access to her boobs. He latched onto her nipple, sucking lightly, while his free hand teased her other breast, tugging and rolling the sensitive nub. Y/N hips began to move instinctively, grinding against him, writhing on his cock couldn’t help but start grinding, writhing on his lap.  

"Feels good," she murmured, eyes closed as  she gently took his glasses from his head and placed them on the couch next to them, her fingers threaded through his messy curls. His cock twitched beneath her, nudging her clit, and she could feel her body growing even wetter, soaking through the fabric that separated them. Harry kept switching between her breasts, his mouth worshipping each one as he sucked harder, sending jolts of pleasure through her core.

Making her more drenched 

“Just like that, ride me Y/N” Harry growled, his voice low and demanding. His hands slid from her breast to her waist, guiding her movements. Making her move forward and backward, her clothed, dripping core dragged across his cock, making them both shiver with need. His tattoos peeked through as he finally tugged his shirt off, revealing his inked chest - abs flexing under the butterfly, the black ink stark against his flushed, heated skin.

Y/N's fingers trailed down, dragging her nails across his chest, loving the way his tattoos twisted beneath her touch. She leaned down, biting his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. Harry groaned, loving the possessiveness of it—her mark on him. He was hers. 

“You’re doing so good, Angel” he murmured, nipping her ear. Harry was a complete mess beneath her. His eyes glossy, pupils blown away with lust, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, lips slick and swollen from their kisses. He looks so sexy, Y/N leaned forward, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, swallowing each other’s  moans while increasing her pace. 

He could not believe Y/N was on top of him, grinding against his cock, her sweet little moans filling the air. He was sure he’d reached heaven. He glanced down between them, seeing the wet patch her arousal had left on his shorts, mixed with his own pre cum. 

As Y/N ground herself against him, her clit dragged over the thick length of his cock, and each upward motion had his tip grazing her entrance. The feeling made them both shiver. Her blunt nails dug into his shoulders as her eyes squeezed shut in bliss, her lip caught between her teeth, trying to hold back a whimper. 

Harry slid his hand down, rubbing her clit with his thumb in slow, tight circles, giving her that extra bit of pleasure she craved. “I want you to feel good, baby,” he whispered, his fingers working faster, determined to push her over the edge. His angel deserved to feel good. 

Y/N threw her head back, overwhelmed by the sensation. “I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered meekly, her voice shaking. Harry quickened his pace, his fingers pressing into her clit with just the right amount of pressure. “Cum for me, baby,” he urged, his voice thick and desperate.

Y/N cries out as her orgasm rips through her, the coil in her belly finally exploding, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. She felt like she was floating—fireworks and butterflies all at once. 

She has never cum so hard in her life. Her fingers never did the job, and vibrators were too boring for her. 

Below her, she feels Harry twitching. He buries  his face in her neck, biting down a patch of her skin to stifle his own moan as he reached the brink. Both arms wrapped around her waist, his eyes shut, loud and desperate whimpers falling from his lips. 

“That’s it, honey,” Y/N cooed, her voice soft and soothing, threading her fingers through his damp curls as she continued to ride him. She could feel him shaking beneath her as his orgasm finally hit, releasing with a loud groan as his body went rigid. His vision blurred, ears ringing, as the bliss overwhelmed him completely. He felt like he was in paradise, his body melting into hers.

For a moment, they just stayed like that—foreheads pressed together, hearts beating in sync, both of them coming down from their highs. Still trying to make sense of what just happened. Harry let out a breathy laugh, looking for his glasses and placing them again on his face. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, still catching his breath.

Y/N smiled down at him, her fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest, loving how warm he felt under her touch. “And you’re a mess,” she teased softly, laughing with him. Harry grinned, pulling her closer.

"Yeah, but I’m your mess," he murmured, kissing her softly, the intimacy between them palpable.

They stayed like that, in each other’s arms, exchanging gentle kisses. “I want this with you, Y/N” Harry whispered, “I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel something for you. That I don’t feel this whenever I’m around you.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening as his words hit her. She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out.

Harry pressed on, the confession spilling out of him like a flood. “I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to ruin us. You’re my best friend, Y/N. The most important person in my life, and I was terrified of messing that up. But tonight... it just felt right. It always felt right with you.” 

The air hung heavy between them, the weight of his confession pulling her down, making her chest tighten. Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. She had always felt something too—always pushed it aside, too afraid of what it would mean for them and for their friendship. But now that it was out there, she couldn’t run from it anymore.

Harry’s eyes softened behind his glasses,  his heart racing a mile a minute. He had finally said it—the words he never thought he’d be able to voice, yet they spilled out of him because he couldn’t hold them in any longer. He had to tell Y/N everything. 

But he still didn’t know if she felt the same, if she liked—no, loved—him back. And though the thought of her rejecting him terrified him, he was ready for it. His heart would shatter into a million pieces, but he would respect her decision, even if it meant she wanted him out of her life completely. It would hurt—of course, it would—but the idea of staying by her side and making her uncomfortable hurt even more.

He braced himself for her response, never expecting what she would say next.

 “I love you, Harry. I think I’ve loved you for a long time... but I was too much of a coward to confess it,” Y/N murmured, her eyes glistening with tears. “All this time, I didn’t want to lose you, so I just... ignored it. But tonight? It meant everything. I want this with you too.”

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heart pounding beneath her ear. 

“I always thought you had a thing for Emma from our sociology class,” Y/N added with a teary giggle, realizing how silly it sounded now.

Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion. Emma? He had never thought of her as more than a classmate. His friends had mentioned once or twice that Emma might have a crush on him, but he’d never taken it seriously. His focus had always been on Y/N.

Before he could explain, Y/N cut him off. “But now I get it—you don’t like her. It was probably just my insecurities talking,” she said softly, her eyes dropping to her lap as she fidgeted with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.

“Baby, Y/N, look at me,” Harry gently commanded. “I had no idea you were worrying about all of this. Emma? I’ve probably spoken to her five times at most, and I don’t like her that way at all. You have nothing to be insecure about.” He cupped her jaw tenderly, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, my angel. The only girl I love and care about.”

Harry's thumb continued to stroke Y/N's cheek gently, his eyes soft and unwavering as he held her gaze. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. I’ve never even thought about anyone else the way I think about you. It’s always been you.”

Her breath hitched at his words, the insecurity that had weighed her down for so long now starting to lift. She opened her mouth to say something, but Harry wasn’t finished. His other hand slid down to cradle her waist, pulling her more closer if that was possible. They were basically molded together. 

“I love the way you say my name; I love how you play with my rings whenever you get nervous; I love the way you get excited over little things; I love the way you get grumpy whenever you are hungry; I love the way you look at me when you think I am not paying attention. And I love you; don’t ever want you to doubt that, okay?” 

Y/N felt warmth flood her chest as his words washed over her. She’d spent so long overthinking everything, never realizing that Harry had been feeling the same all along.

She blinked back the last of her tears, smiling up at him. “I don’t know why I thought otherwise,” she whispered, her voice shaky but full of emotion.

Harry pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there. “Because you care so much,” he murmured against her skin. “And that’s one of the things I love about you.”

Y/N leaned into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. the tension in her body melting away.

Harry resting his chin on the top of her head. “But now, no more hiding, yeah? No more overthinking or doubting. It’s just us now. I’m yours, and I’ve always been.”

Y/N tilted her head back to look at him, her smile widening as her fingers laced through his. “Just us,” she repeated softly.

Harry glanced at the back door for the tenth time in less than a minute, his scowl deepening as he furiously scrubbed at the mug in his hands. He rinsed it under a stream of cold water, his eyes catching again on the apron hanging by the door. Maroon, with the name tag still clipped to the chest. “Y/N”, it read in bold letters.

Then everything happened at once.

The bell over the door jingled.

The back door swung open, and Y/N stumbled in, looking flustered.

From outside, someone called Harry’s name, and the mug slipped from his hands, cracking against the sink.

Harry cursed. 

He heard the shuffling of Y/N putting her apron back on, his back to her, staring at the cracked pieces of ceramic glinting blue against the sink. 

“You okay?” a soft, slivery voice said from behind him, and Harry stopped himself from audibly sighing. He turned around to see Y/N looking at him with her brow furrowed, and Harry could do nothing but shrug helplessly and gesture to the broken mug. 

Y/N’s gaze lowered, sweeping over him. Harry felt the burn of her gaze where it was fixed on his hand. 

“You’re bleeding,” she murmured and stepped towards him. 

Oh. Well, that explained the burning. He lifted his hand up to see it stained red, his finger sliced open. He cursed again. 

Y/N reached a hand into her pocket and procured a band-aid. Harry was grateful, but then he remembered why he had the cut in the first place. Like a good boy, he held out his finger to her. Most moments he spent in her presence, he just wanted to please her and be good for her. And usually she let him, even revelled in it, but the entire week Y/N had been a shell of a person. Taking frequent breaks, slipping out the back door, coming back with her face flushed red. It was driving him crazy. He felt like her dog, following her around with a sad puppy face just waiting for her to pet him. He had also developed almost insane theories about her life and conjured up multiple fantasies of getting into a brawl with anyone who was causing her distress. 

He ran his other finger over the band-aid and let his eyes sweep over her. 

“Need anything else?” she asked, looking up at him. He nodded and let a bastardly grin over his face. 

“Go out with me.” 

Y/N sighed. “No,” she said flatly, and then turned around. 

“Okay. Sleep with me.”

Y/N groaned and lifted her middle finger up to him with her back still to her. From the corner of his eye, he saw her smile.

Harry felt his heart lighten. Was it too soon? He’d bought this up just yesterday. But it seemed like teasing her about him was the only way he could get her to express anything other than general gloominess. 

“Well, Y/N –”

She whirled around. “Harry, back to the dishes.” She lifted her hand and pointed a finger to the sink. She was smiling widely. 

Harry’s shoulders drooped. He really was Y/N’s dog. “Yes, ma’am.” 

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When their shift was over, he caught her frowning at the rain. He stood beside her and pinched her arm.

“Ow!” she squealed and swatted at him. 

Harry gestured to the rain. “Planning to walk?”

The frown was back. Harry wanted to run his finger over her face and smooth it back into place. “I don’t really have another option.”

“I can drop you home.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Let me try again. I will drop you home.”

She turned on him. “No. You. Won’t.”

Harry arched a brow, preparing to retort, but she held up a hand. “I’m not going home anyway. I’m… staying with a friend.”

“Is everything okay?”

Y/N pursed her lips. She nodded, but it lacked conviction. Harry tugged at her arm to make her face him. 

“Y/N, I know you think I’m not serious about anything, but if something is wrong I want you to tell me.”

She put her hands on her hips. He hadn’t seen this stance in days. “Why would I tell you anything?”

“Because I’ll help you. I’ll fix it.”

“You can’t fix this,” she said softly after a pause. 

“So something is wrong.” 

She rolled her eyes. Harry held his breath, knowing in his heart that she wasn’t going to give him any answers. 

“No Harry, nothing is wrong. I’m a grown woman! I can deal with my shit on my own.”

“And I agree!” He spread his hands out in front of her, defensive. Submissive. “I’m just saying, you don’t have to. You can make me do all your dirty work.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she looked confounded. “Why?”

He shrugged. “Because I like taking care of people. And I like you. And you’re my friend. Almost my girlfriend, some would say.”

“Nobody would say that.” Y/N growled.

“I would.” 

Y/N groaned loudly, and Harry watched as she grabbed her bag and walked out into the rain, slamming the door at him. 

Well. At least she didn’t lock him in. 

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The next day, on another one of Y/N’s breaks, Zayn said to him that maybe Y/N was so miserable because Harry kept asking her to get with him. Harry felt genuinely offended. He hadn’t been joking, any of the times. If he could, he would crawl and beg to see her tits. Or waist. Or to hold her hand. But that would definitely reduce his chances exponentially, so he didn’t do it. All he wanted was to make her laugh, anyway he could. 

She came back in and took her place shelving the pastries. Harry left his sweeping and floated over to her. He nicked a cupcake from her tray and dipped a finger into the frosted top. Y/N tutted, and then turned to look at him, her mouth a hard line. 

“Put that back right now.”

Harry dug his finger deeper. “Oops.”

Y/N’s eyes glinted. She ignored him and continued to put things on the display. 

“I was thinking,” Harry began. “They should really rename this cupcake.” He put his finger in his mouth and sucked on the sweet frosting. Y/N stilled, and Harry saw her gaze fix for a small moment on his mouth. 

“They should definitely name it after you.”

Y/N smirked. “Because I’m employee of the fucking year, right?”

So close, Harry thought. He almost had her. 

“Okay, choose an adjective: delightful, dreamy, sunshine-y, and, my personal favourite - creamy. We also have – ”

Y/N barked a laugh. “Creamy is your personal favourite?”

“Good one for a cupcake. And also creamy like your puss–”

Y/N’s hand shot out to slap him. Her eyes were narrowed together. Harry’s face moved to his side with the impact, but he secretly felt glad. 

Y/N clamped her fingers tightly around his jaw and pulled his face back to her. Harry felt his cock twitch. 

“If you speak of my pussy again I’m going to personally cut your balls off.” 

He moaned. “So sexy. Good to know that our ideas of foreplay align.”

Y/N pushed him back roughly and then looked at her tray of cupcakes. She lifted a finger and ran it through all of them, eyes trained on Harry. The cupcakes stood on the tray, all of them with messed up frosting. 

Y/N stepped back and cleaned her finger. “Zayn,” she shouted, getting his attention. “Look what this idiot did to the cupcakes!”

Harry’s entire focus was then trying to avoid being punched in the face by Zayn, but he saw Y/N wink at him before she turned around. He could still feel the tight grip of her fingers on his face. Victory. 

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“Your dad ran off with another woman?” Harry asked, leaned against the counter. Y/N expertly worked the espresso machine, and also expertly ignored him. 

“Another man?”

“No, Harry,” she said finally through gritted teeth. “My parents are both still together. Is that an issue for you?”

“Not for me, apparently not for you either.” He tapped his chin dramatically. “Hm. Did your house burn down?”

Silence. 

“Dead cat? Dead grandparent?”

“I’m allergic to cats,” Y/N mumbled. 

“Hopefully not to grandparents too,” Harry grinned. 

“I am amazed at how your sense of humour is simply degrading day by day.”

“Oh? So your mood is the only thing that is allowed to get worse?”

Y/N looked up at him in shock. Her face fell, and she shook her head. Harry saw a glint in her eyes as she turned away. Panic stabbed through his chest, and he grabbed her wrist before she could disappear. 

“Y/N, please. Help a man out. Tell me what’s making you so sad.”

She just simply looked up at him. “Harry, I –” She stopped and gulped. “It’s just a bad time, okay? It’ll pass.”

Harry wasn’t satisfied. “I’m just worried.”

Y/N turned her head and smiled sadly. In the overhead light, Harry thought she glowed like a goddess. “Don’t be. I’m all good.”

“If you need a day off, or a couple of days, I can take your shifts, and –”

“God, no.” Y/N shook her head rapidly. She pulled her wrist away from him and cupped his cheek. Harry felt the warmth of her seep into him. He leaned into her palm, and she took it as permission to go higher, up into his hair. She moved her fingers lightly though it and Harry resisted closing his eyes and pulling her in by the waist. “It’s okay, Harry. Just let it go.”

And then she was gone.

****

While Harry usually appears to be a confident person, he tends to feel shy when it comes to requesting for you to take charge. By requesting, I mean that several days in advance, Harry will ask if you would, you know, essentially peg him. For him as a man, he feels the need to be ready for that kind of sex. It unfortunately can't be something you decide to do on a whim.

Harry has to make sure he's properly groomed, although he usually does that anyways. Typically, he only trims his pubic hair and shaves completely during the summer months. However, when he's planning to be pegged, he will shave his ass completely. Because in his mind, it's only courtesy so you're not having to fuck a hairy asshole.

He'll also ensure that in the days leading up to you pegging him, he uses a variety of butt plugs. Since pegging isn't something that he gets often, he needs to be very prepared for the occasion. Also, he has to remember to use an anal douche beforehand. His greatest fear is to accidentally get shit on you.

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It's Tuesday night, you've just settled down in bed together after putting your kids to sleep with bedtime stories and lullabies. You and Harry finished showering and are now snuggled up under the thick duvet covers. No matter how old you get, the cuddling never ends. Harry is one of the most affectionate people you know, especially when he's tired.

In the complete darkness of your bedroom, Harry places his head on your chest, his top leg draped between yours, while you delicately comb through his damp brown curls using just your fingers. He finds your touch incredibly calming.

Suddenly breaking the silence of the white noise, you whisper, "I love you." to your very soft husband.

Harry replies in a quiet voice, "Love you too, baby." Then, he takes a deep breath and finds the courage he typically needs when asking you the question that's currently lingering in his mind. He doesn't know why he always feels so nervous making this request, especially since you're so eager to oblige. "And, um, hey, um..."

You sleepily giggle at his nervous stutter. "Yes, babe?"

Harry continues nervously, "Do you, um, think that maybe this Friday, we could, um, I mean you could, um, *heavy breath* use the strap-on on me? Please?" He softly whispers that last part. Fuck, how did you get so lucky in marrying this man. And yes, MAN, because getting pegged is a very manly thing to want in your opinion.

You tilt your head down to softly kiss his forehead before saying, "Of course, Harry. You know I'm always up for pegging you. But can I ask what's put you in the mood for it this time? Because usually whenever you ask me to peg you, there's a reason for it."

"I donno," he shrugs, "just been very stressed at work. Don't get me wrong, I love being a teacher, but with the way the school board is about what we can and can't teach, it's so restrictive and I feel like I'm not teachin' my students the important stuff."

"Awe," you coo softly, "I'm sorry you feel that way. And thank you for talking with me. I love when you share things like that with me. Please know you can always talk to me. I'll always listen. But yeah, I can take charge Friday. Help you take the edge off. We just need to ask your mum if the kids can stay the night with her."

"M'kay, I'll call her in the mornin'. And thank you for lovin' and takin' care of me." Harry states with a drowsy tone. He nestles his face closer to you, resting it against your warm skin, and before drifting off to sleep, he plants a gentle kiss on the side of your neck, causing butterflies to dance in your stomach.

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By Thursday night, everything was set for the plans on the following evening. Harry had taken a longer shower than normal to shave his ass smoothly and then went to your shared closet to select another butt plug. He'd used a butt plug the night before, Wednesday night, but this one would be a bit larger in preparation for the size of the strap-on. The last time he was pegged was around three months ago, so he needed to prepare to ensure he wouldn't experience any pain.

After picking up the largest butt plug, he closes the closet door and makes his way to the bed where you're reading. When you lift your gaze from the pages, you see a naked Harry at the side of the bed, holding the black silicone plug with a diamond on the end and a bottle of lube in his other hand. "Will you do the honours?"

A gentle smile erupts on your face and you answer softy, "Of course, H. Do you want to do it how we did it last night where you're on your back, or do you wanna do it in doggy, on your knees?"

"Um, doggy this time please." Harry answers. He gets onto the bed and positions himself while you retrieve all the items from him. With half of his face pressed into the mattress, he lifts his bum into the air and uses his hands to separate his cheeks for you. Thank god you remember to lock your bedroom door at night. If one of your kids were to walk in and find their father in such a position, it would undoubtedly traumatize them for life.

You get into position behind him and prep the butt plug with a generous amount of lube. Than rub the excess lube around his tight hole. "Fuck!" Harry hisses out, "it's cold."

Bending down, you gently kiss his lower back to soothe him. "Shh, I know, I know. Just relax for me. Are you ready?" He nods his head and hums a, "yes" for a verbal confirmation. You position the tip of the plug at his entrance and gradually insert it. Harry buries his face deeper into the bedding to muffle his moans. You start slowly, but once you're halfway in, you choose to bite the bullet and fully insert the butt plug.

Harry's knees buckle, causing his entire body to collapse onto the mattress. His knuckles are visibly white from the tight grip he has on the duvet. You gently pat his right cheek and whisper, "Alright, all done." Rising from the bed, you head towards your dresser to retrieve a pair of dry panties, while Harry remains motionless, but his eyes track your every move.

"Hey, what'r you doin'?" he calls out.

Slightly embarrassed, you reply, "Changing my underwear."

"Wh.... Oh," then it clicks in Harry's brain, "puttin' the butt plug in me made you wet didn't it? Got my baby soaked. Come 'ere. I'll clean you up." With that, Harry lays you on the bed and begins licking you clean, the diamond on the butt plug shining from his ass. He cleans up you while also providing you with two solid orgasms in the process.

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It's currently Friday night. Your kids are at their Nan's house, leaving you and Harry home alone together. As Harry readies himself in the bathroom with an anal douche, you prepare the bedroom. You spread several towels across the bed. You go to your sex drawer in your closet to fetch the strap-on meant for Harry. Yes, it's pink, and so what? Pink can be very masculine if you wish it to be. Next, you grab the lube and a pair of handcuffs, which may or may not come into play tonight. The handcuffs, that is. The lube will definitely be used.

When Harry comes walking out the bathroom, you ask, "Ready?"

"Mhm, yeah," he replies. Rather than taking a seat on the bed, he waits patiently for you to tell him what to do or where to go. After all, you're the one in charge tonight. However, even though Harry enjoys you being dominate, and you take pleasure in it from time to time, you find it difficult, because being charge doesn't come naturally to you. Therefore, you have to keep reminding yourself that you're in charge when the time comes to be dominate.

"You can lie down on your back to start, baby." you instruct, and he immediately follows your lead. The exact moment you called him baby, Harry's head starts spinning. When you take charge and use endearing terms towards him, it's one of the fastest ways for him to possibly enter subspace. For Harry, the process of entering subspace is inconsistent. He doesn't always achieve subspace when being submissive; it simply depends on the level of your interaction with him.

To start out, you just want to tease him, get him in the mood. You climb on the bed and straddle his lap. His hard and fully erect penis stands upright, grazing the front of your lingerie that you've chosen to wear for tonight. While gently rocking your clothed clit against Harry's erection, you lean down to leave soft hickeys and kisses along his jaw, then move down towards his chest. You make sure they're no lingering marks on the visible parts of his skin since he can't go to work as a teacher covered in hickeys, and you also wish to prevent your children from noticing and questioning him about what the big blotchy bruises on his skin are.

As you grind against him, your lips brushing his skin, Harry is already a mess. Moans escape his lips freely, and precum oozes onto his belly. He revels in the feeling of you being on top of him in this manner. Your lips descend lower and lower until they reach the pool of precum, and being the naughty woman you are, you lick it all up in a single sweep of your tongue, maintaining eye contact with him. The sight nearly causes Harry to come immediately.

Keeping his precum in your mouth, you sit upright and grab his cock with your hands, then let that sticky liquid trickle down the side of his shaft. Harry releases the loudest moan of the night, and you beam with pride. The hand that's holding his cock starts to gradually stroke along his slippery shaft, making him melt into the mattress. "Do you like that, sweetheart? Am I making you feel so good?"

Harry can only respond with, "Yeah," his eyes turning glossy. You're providing him with so much pleasure. As soon as you observe that he's showing signs of an orgasm, you halt your hands on his dick and command, "Get on your knees, baby. Up you go."

Feeling a bit hazy in his head, Harry attempts to turn around, getting onto his hands and knees in a doggy position like you ask of him. The wobbling of his limbs however, creates a humorous sight. After he gets into position, you speak reassuringly to affirm that he's doing so well for you. "Perfect, baby. Listen to me so well, don't you? Ready for me to fuck you? Fuck that tight ass of yours?"

As he lowers his head to the mattress, Harry moans, "Yes, please. I want it so badly." Happy with his response, you retract your right hand and then swing it forward to deliver a slap to one of his pale butt cheeks. Generally, you don't engage in slapping during sex, but Harry has gave you prior consent to spank him when you're in charge. It doesn't hurt him whatsoever. Instead, it turns him on even more. "Fuck!" he growls.

You lean down to kiss the skin that's now bright red from your handprint, before opting to end the teasing and grab the strap-on. You attach it to your waist and tighten the straps to guarantee it stays put, no matter how intensely you're thrusting. You pick up the bottle of lube and squeeze some into your hands. Then generously cover the dildo with lube and apply the excess to his puckering hole, prompting Harry to cry out due to the coldness of the liquid.

Once you're prepared, you softly question, "Ready, baby?"

Harry turns his head slightly to ensure you can hear him and replies, "Yes, m'so fuckin' ready." You kneel behind him, gripping the shaft of the pink dildo attached to your strap-on, and position it at Harry's ass. Then, being extra careful, you begin to insert it. "Ahhgh," is all he manages to say, feeling the stretch. This fake cock is larger than the butt plugs he'd used, but the difference isn't enough to cause him any pain.

After a minute or two, the strap-on is fully inserted, you pause briefly to allow him to get use to it before moving. As soon as you feel Harry attempting to thrust against the dildo himself, you know he's ready, therefore you start thrusting. You grasp his hips for stability and try your best to keep a consistent rhythm, despite your thrusting techniques not being the most proficient. Positioned on your knees, you thrust forward and retract repeatedly.

"Does it feel good, Harry? Do you like getting your ass fucked by me?"

He groans into the pillow with a nod of his head, but you weren't having that. You stop thrusting, causing Harry to cry out. "What'd you stop for?"

With a more authoritative tone, you speak, "I asked you a question. Answer me with your words!"

With what little strength Harry has left, he holds his upper body up with his forearms and finally replies properly, "Yes, yes! Feels s'good, baby. Love gettin' fucked by you. Only you." You can start to hear the slow progression of his slurring speech.

"Good boy." you say in praise, and those two simple words nearly bring Harry to orgasm hands free. His penis isn't being touched by hands, but his tip grazes the sheets below with each thrust you deliver. The longer you peg him, the more disoriented Harry becomes. You notice his muscles are just moments away from failing him, and he's whispering gibberish into the pillow soaked with tears.

Not wanting to completely stop, but slowing down your thrusts, you advise, "K baby, want you on your back now. I'm gonna have to pull out for a second to help you turn around." Though Harry knows he can't hold himself up in doggy any longer, the task of turning around sounds too draining as well, but he follows your instructions nonetheless.

You slowly bring yourself to a stop and pull back, watching as his hole tightens around nothing. You hold onto his slender waist and help him roll on his back. Once Harry's back is on the mattress, you see the full extent of just how wrecked he is. His face is bright red with tear stains on his cheeks. His eyes aren't focusing on you completely, it's more of a hazy look he gives.

You grab onto his meaty thighs and spread them apart, pushing right back in without warning this time. "Oh, fuck!" Harry shouts. It's not painful, the stretch makes him feel full again. You go straight into thrusting, holding his legs on each side of your hips as you get into a rhythm again.

As your body becomes fatigued from the exersise pegging gives, you instruct Harry, "Touch yourself, baby. Wrap your fist around that pretty cock of yours and make yourself come." His head may be cloudy but he doesn't need to be told twice to touch his cock. He just barley lifts his head off the pillow and looks down as his hand grasps around his shaft and begins jerking himself off.

That's when you nearly come hands free, the sight turning you more than anything else from tonight. You've always secretly loved watching Harry touch himself. It's so hot.

When he feels himself almost on the edge, he quietly begs, "Can I come? Please, need to come so bad!"

With a sweaty smile, you reply, out of breath, "Go ahead, baby. Come on your tummy and chest. Make yourself come for me." You begin to make deeper thrusts instead of fast, in and out thrusts, making Harry's jaw drop open. His hand speeds up on his cock, and within seconds of you giving him permission to come, he lets go.

Harry spurts hot jizz across his belly, landing on the butterfly tattoo in the center of his chest. His head is thrown back and his eyes are screwed shut as his body trembles from his orgasm. After what felt like an eternity of emptying his balls out, his hand relaxes on his slowly softening dick and his body falls lax on the bed. You slowly come to a halt with the strap-on, but stay inside of him so he can calm down slowly.

You help Harry unlock his legs from around your waist and drop them to the mattress. Your hands run up and down his muscular legs, trying to help relax his tense muscles. Once you feel he's settled enough, you calmly annonce, "I'm gonna pull out now, okay."

As you go to look down to watch what you're doing, you feel Harry's hands reach for you. Looking up confused, he explains before you have a chance to question, "Hands. Wanna hold hands while you pull out, pleaseee." Ohhh, clingy Harry has made an appearance. When Harry plays the sub, he either goes into subspace, or is just super clingy after a scene. Sometimes both. You can't tell if he's in subspace right now, but you can tell he's getting very clingy towards you.

You reach for his hands and interlock his sweaty palms with yours, then slowly pull your hips back until the strap-on is fully out his ass. You release one of his hands to reach down and unbuckle the strap-on from around your waist, then toss it towards the foot of the bed. "Cuddles?" Harry breaks the rooms silence, saying it as more of a question rather than a statement.

Laughing, you reply, "Yes, we can cuddle. But first, let me go grab a warm cloth to clean you up with."

You climb off the bed and walk to the bathroom to fetch two warm cloths. One for his chest and one for his ass. You then step back into the bedroom and proceed to clean him up. As you begin wiping the cum off his chest and the lube around his ass, you quietly ask, "Are you in subspace, H?" You know if he truly was in subspace, he wouldn't be able to give you a proper answer to that question. Because when he's in subspace, he doesn't realize he's in subspace until he's came out of it.

Harry shakes his head and answers honestly, "No, just wanna be close to you." You're kind of relieved he isn't in subspace because that means you don't have to wait around for his mind to come back. Sometimes that can be stressful.

"Okay, almost done, baby." You finish cleaning him up and toss the dirtied rags to the side. "Lift up so we can get under the covers." He lifts his body as much as he can, and you pull the comforter back so he can get under the covers. You bring the strap-on to the bathroom to be cleaned tomorrow and strip out of your lingerie set, before coming back and getting in bed beside Harry. You turn the lamp off and scoot over to cuddle up to him, since he requested to be close tonight. Both of you now completely naked.

Before he has a chance to fall asleep, you ask, "Was it alright? I'm not the best pegger out there so hopefully it was okay for you."

Grinning in the dark, Harry replies, "It was amazin'. And you're the best pegger I've ever had."

"I'm the only one who's pegged you."

"True, but I just know you're the best at it. You're the best at everythin'. Love you lots."

Nearly asleep with your head laying over his shoulder, you whisper, "Love you lots too, Harry."

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Harry was usual the dominant one in the relationship. He naturally took control due to his confident demeanor and emotional intelligence. Harry lead best by caring for others but when it was his turn to be cared for — he struggled with the power exchange of letting go and being vulnerable. Harry knew how beneficial it could be to let someone else take that control. Maybe he’d finally understand the other side of submission through connection and intimacy.

That’s how Harry found himself at an exclusive, intimate soirée. The event was private, members only. Someone in the industry suggested it once when way too drunk. Harry found himself wondering how it would feel to let a stranger take the lead. It would be challenging for him but the liquid in his cup seemed to help.

Harry watched as a woman in a black leather, clad outfit hit a man with a flogger. She was masked, firmly delivered blow after blow to the man’s backside. Each time the man yelped in pain, Harry felt a fire build deep inside of him. Ethically, he hated the idea of someone getting hurt but the man seemed to be enjoying himself.

Harry didn’t watch the scene for long, wandering to another and another. He watched intensely, each building a small fire in the pit of his stomach. When he finished his drink, Harry drew his attention to a small, red lit room with nobody preoccupied inside. He stepped in, quietly taking in the space. There was a low bed and multiple toys — gags, collars and whips on a small table. Harry picture himself in a dominant role easily, it was the submissive role that he had trouble with.

Just as he was about to leave, the door closed softly behind him.

“What are you doing in here?” Harry heard a feminine voice ask from behind him. He turned, his eyes immersed into a wide gape as he saw the woman standing before him. She wore a black, lace bodysuit that was tucked into a leather, tight skirt. Her high boots drew attention to her long legs. She was a pretty sight for sore eyes. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, covering her breasts that peaked through the lace.

“Sorry, I —, uhm… I just wandered in here,” Harry admitted after a few seconds.

“Are you looking to be dominated?” The simple question caught Harry off guard. It snapped him back into reality. A reality that he wasn’t so familiar with. He let the silence fall between them, he noticed how her gaze took in his figure.

“I uh, I want someone else to take control, so yeah.” He explained carefully, his fist balled as if he was admitting something that was wrong.

“Why?” She kept her distance but moved throughout the room, near the table to busy herself with her familiar tools.

Harry thought for a moment, his gaze followed her. “I guess to feel… cared for,” he replied simply. “I’m usually the dominant one and I— I need to feel the other side of it. I’m in the position where I’m always in control and I need to —,”

“You need to let go,” she spoke up.

Harry nods, “yes.”

“Do you want me to help you with that?” Her tone was cautious, gentle almost.

Harry took in her body once more, silently wishing he had more to drink. “Yes,” he confirmed. Then, it began.

“Get on your knee’s,” she barked out. Harry blinked at her for a split second before he slowly dropped to his knees. His long, brown curls fell into his face. He remained with his hands in his lap. His head stared down at the concrete floor.

“This is your first time submitting?” Her voice was laced with honey, sweet and sultry.

“Yes,”

“I’ll explain my rules then, we’ll get started.” She stalked over to him in the middle of the room. She held something in her hands but Harry couldn’t make it out due to the low lighting and poor positioning.

“You will call me miss, you will only speak when spoken too unless you need to use your safe word. Do you have a safe word?”

“No, miss.” He said, clearing his throat. “You may choose for me, miss.”

Y/N would never admit it but a warmth ran through her veins. A small smirk of approval was sat on her lips.

“Red,” she said, clear as day. “Red will be your safe word. Do I have your consent to touch you?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Do I have your consent to inflict pain?”

“Yes…Miss,” Harry noticeably hesitated.

“I anticipate there will be more pleasure than pain,” she said to help calm his nerves. “We will start slow. I would like to put this collar around your neck, it will signify that you’re mine. Once the collar is around your neck, the scene will begin.” She explained. “Do you have any question’s?”

“No, miss.”

The woman rounded him, opened the heavy leather collar and locked it around his neck. Harry visibly gulped at the sight tightness in a whole new form. It wasn’t uncomfortable but noticeable. She stood in front of him, taking his new look in.

“Look up at me,” she demanded. Harry did so with a small smirk. His green eyes had darken and the bulge in his trousers grew. Y/N walked back to the table, grabbed some of her tools.

“Stand,” she demanded. Her eyes instantly fell to the tight material around his crotch. With his chest already bare, she examined his tattoos for a moment. When Harry stood, her fingers went to his chin.

“Be a good boy and open up,” her voice still carried a soft tone. In her hand was a ring gag, used to restrict the closure of his mouth. She placed it between his teeth, securing it behind his head. Next, she bounded his hands with a tight, soft ribbon material. Her fingers brushed along his abdomen, noting how goosebumps formed on his skin and the way his breathing became more pronounced, the moth on his abdomen rising and falling.

Her fingers unbuttoned his trousers, yanking them down with a sudden force. She instructed him to step out of them before she began to step back. She took in his modified look, it was strikingly suited for him.

“Kneel,” she commanded once again. “I’m going to start with my hands then I’ll use my other tools. You are allowed to make noise but do not talk back. Remember your safe word. Your single job is to submit and feel,” she explained before stepping towards him. Her hands pressed flush against his chest, fanned out over his shoulders and biceps.

Harry shuttered at the sight contact. Y/N dragged her hands down to his bound, checking the tightness before she lead him to raise his arms above his head. “Relax your breathing, in through your nose and out your mouth.” Harry followed her instructions, steady his breath. Her fingers traced his collarbone next, down his firm chest to his taut nipples. Her fingers brushed over them both, twisted them at the same time.

“Ugh,” an audible noise came from Harry which caused her to smirk. She didn’t want to lower herself further so a new instruction came. “Lay down on the bed, back against the mattress.” Harry followed, laying down against the firm material. Y/N stalked over a second later, straddling his waistline. She anchored his hands above his head. She could feel how hard he was under her, it only wanted her to shock him more. She leaned down, wrapped her lips around his nipple. She didn’t lick or suck but instead bite down enough for a mixture of pain and pleasure. Harry hissed out, a pretty sound filled the air as his miss soothed the red area with her tongue.

Her hips rolled against his hardened cock, lips pressed to kiss skin as she trailed further down with her kisses. They were gentle, far from the shock she gave him previously.

“Mm, you feel rather… restricted,” her small hand slipped into the material of his underwear, pulling at the head of his cock. Precum coated her fingers, her body shifted so she was beside him. Her hands tugged at the material of his boxer briefs. His hard cock stood straight up against the air, dying for attention. After his underwear was discarded, her body shifted off the bed. She walked back to her table of tools and grabbed the flogger.

“I want you to count when I tell you,” she explained. The leather material ran up his leg, a small gulp escaped Harry. “Keep your eyes on the ceiling, don’t look at me. If you disobey, I’ll take your sight from you and you’ll receive a punishment, understand?”

“Yes, miss.” Seconds later, the flogger made a wick sound as she hit the small hairs that stood up on his bare thigh. Another moan escaped Harry as he counted out. He fought to keep his eyes centered on the ceiling. Y/N trailed the flogger up and down his skin before hitting the same abused area by his hard cock. Harry groaned out again, his chest rising and falling. “Two,” he forced out, whimpering softly.

“Such pretty noises your making for me,” she whispered. “Does that feel good? I can see your cock twitching, aching for contact.”

“Yes, miss, please.”

“Begging, now? Hm,” she smirked. “What a beautiful sight,” her flogger made contact right above his naval, shocking him again. He shuttered out, his hips jerked up. “Three,” he gulped, moving his head to look at her.

“M-More,” he begged.

“Did I say you could demand things?” Her voice grew louder, more serious. The flogger made contact again in the same spot but harder, more painful. “Be a good boy, let me hear those pretty sounds,” the leather dragged down to his pubic hair, up his hardest and rubbed against the tip of his cock. The material was new and felt cool against his skin. He moaned out instantly.

“Good boy, so responsive.” Y/N hummed softly, walking away and setting the flogger down on the table. She grabbed a blindfold, covering his sight with it seconds later.

“I’m going to cover your eyes and take what’s mine now,” she whispered out. “Do I have your consent still?”

“Yes miss,” he said, clear as day.

Y/N didn’t usual end scenes by fucking but she couldn’t help herself. The whole time, her core was aching for a man she barely knew. “Keep your hands above your head, remember I’m the one in control.” She eased back over his waist but this time, the contact was skin to skin. Her warm, wet vulva brushed against his hard cock. Harry groaned out, she could feel his heart race as she supported herself with her hands on his chest.

“Just feel,” she whispered before linking their bodies together. An audible gasp of pleasure escape both of their lips. Y/N rolled her hips against him, fully taking his cock inside her.

“Such a perfect toy,” she moaned out, her palms flat against his chest to help her with the movement. Y/N didn’t hold back, basking in the pleasure that she controlled herself. She used him as a toy, a tool rather than for the sake of his own pleasure.

Harry was struggling not to curse, to say a thing as she worked against him to find her own pleasure. He fought the restraints, needing to hold her, to anchor her but he was in no position to do so. Their moans filled the air, the scent of sex and the sound of their skin colliding together heightened the pleasure building in his lower abdomen.

Y/N worked her hips faster, gripping the skin on his chest with her nails. “Fuck, so good.” She moaned out, “I’m going to cum all over your cock and leave you begging for me,” she told him.

That’s exactly what she did, using him to gain an earth shaking orgasm which almost sent him over the edge. Her moans alone were torturous. Suddenly, the cool air hit him in ways he never could imagine as she left his body. Y/N climbed off and began to slowly walk away. Her back turned away from him as she collected herself.

“Miss,” he called out, sounding so desperate. “Please miss, please let me cum.” After a few seconds, she turned towards him, a smirk on her lips.

“I suppose,” she picked up the flogger again. She knew he was overly sensitive which would bring him to brink of his orgasm. “You’ve been such a good, little toy for me.” She stalked towards him, the flogger made a loud noise as it hit his navel, Harry groaned out.

“Miss, I need too. It hurts so bad,” he begged, whining at her. “Please, miss.” Y/N watched as he became slightly restless. She bared the flogger down again, closer to his pubic bone. He let out an audible, loud moan as the flogger slowly drifted up his shaft, massaging the overly sensitive tip of his cock. As she trailed the flogger down again, teasing him — he let out a low groan, white liquid oozed out of him, onto his abdomen as he finally reached his orgasm. He thrashed around, moaning out in pleasure. Y/N let his orgasm course through him before setting the flogger down.

“You’ve been a really good boy,” she praised him. “Take a few deep breaths then I will untie you,” she explained. In the meantime, she walked to grab a warm, damp washcloth. She cleaned his abdomen and soft shaft in one go. Harry remained in position until she gave him the order.

“You may put your hands down.” He rested his aching arms down over his stomach, focusing on his breathing. First, Y/N undid the gag from his mouth, letting his jaw relax. Y/N took off the blindfold next then moved to his hands, unwrapping them. Last thing was the leather collar.

“Stand,” she said softly, she took a good look at him — completely ruined and utterly beautiful. His hair was a mess and with his face visible, Harry smirked. He was in utter shock that he could fully submit to her.

Y/N reached around and took the collar off of his neck. Harry instantly grabbed her wrist, not violently but firm.

“Next time,” his gaze poured into hers intensively. “I’m the dominant.” He promised before walking a few steps to grab his discarded clothes. “Are you always here?” He spoke up as he clothed himself, making more of a conversation.

“Yes,” she blinked, a little caught off guard by his tone.

“Good,” he smirked, “you’ll be seeing more of me,” he promised before he headed for the door. “You make such beautiful rules… I can’t wait to watch you break them all for me.” With that, he was gone.

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{a usually prejudiced and often spiteful or malevolent ill will}

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Y/N has never had to work a day in her life. Harry Styles has worked for everything he has. She decides she wants him somewhere between the jail waiting room and her own front door, and Y/N has never been double-minded. Harry has three good reasons and no intention of acting on any of them, until she makes intention irrelevant.

WC: 10.8K

pairing: older!harry/dad's!friend x reader

cw: age gap, breathplay/choking, degradation, crying during sex, praise kink, office sex, orgasm denial

GOLDEN GIRL

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status: ongoing, editing

pairing: best friend's dad harry x original character slow-ish burn

description: a foreign correspondent hides her identity as the daughter of a U.S. presidential candidate...until a leaked story she publishes explodes into a scandal that could rig the election, destroy her career, and implicate the one man she trusted to protect her: her best friend's dad.

content warning: age gap relationship, cheating

KINETIC

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SUMMARY: A brilliant physics student and a guarded art gallery CEO enter a transactional relationship that’s supposed to stay strictly business. But as desire tangles with pride, they’re forced to decide if what they have is worth risking their rules.

CW: smut, angst, jealousy, sugar daddy dynamics

pairing ★ sugardaddy!harry x original character

CENTRE STAGE

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status: hiatus, editing

CENTRE STAGE: THE NEXT GENERATION SERIES 30 ANNOUNCEMENT

The world's biggest singing competition is back! Centre Stage: The Next Generation returns this year for its landmark 30th series, marking three decades of iconic performances and the discovery of artists who've shaped the global music landscape.

Since its debut, Centre Stage has launched the careers of hundreds of artists across more than twenty countries, becoming a launchpad for audiences around the world. This milestone series will bring together a brand new generation of performers, with your favourite familiar faces behind the judge's desk: Vivienne Carter, Harry Styles, and Harper Quinn, all returning to guide a new wave of talent through the competition.

Centre Stage: The Next Generation, Series 30 premieres 02/05/2019 on Seneca Television and streaming worldwide on Seneca+, airing simultaneously across major territories.

pairing ★ famous au harry x original character slow burn

cw: age gap relationship, fluff, angst

MURPHY'S LAW

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In any field or endeavour, anything that can go wrong will—and the hospital staff agrees it always lands in Harry’s hands or on Esme’s desk.

cw: injury, hospital emergency, slow burn romance, angst, death/dying, workplace stress

. . .

"So what do you think?" She bit her lip as Harry looked down at the custom fleshlight, made to look like her own pussy. The outside was a replica of her vulva.

"I love it," he looked up at her with a sweet grin. "So you're asking me to bring this with me on my two-week business trip? To like? Use as a replacement for you?"

Y/n laughed and shook her head, "I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Since I can't be there, I don't want you to just be stuck with your hand or those poor hotel pillows. I want you to feel like I'm there with you."

Harry was obviously over the moon about the gift. He'd never had a fleshlight before but he'd definitely be missing Y/n while he was away. She was his safe haven. His respite from his demanding job and title. Harry was a CEO at a banking company and he called the shots all day. He was the boss. But when he got home to his Y/n, he would let her take care of him and take over so he could finally relax.

. . .

"I want you to use the toy I got you tonight after your meetings. I know you probably need a release so bad don't you baby?" Y/n spoke to Harry through the receiver of his phone on the third morning of his business trip.

"Yes. I didn't touch myself at all just like you told me. Can't wait to use it and pretend you're here with me." He smiled as he spoke. He missed her so much.

"So good for me, Harry. You can pretend you're fucking me tonight. But I want you to make a video so I can see how it looks on you. Want to watch how you use it and watch you come."

Harry was good at following Y/n's instructions. He always only wanted to please her. And all day as he was meeting with other CEOs, eating lunch, and listening to presentations he couldn't stop thinking about finally getting to come while using his new fleshlight. He was so pent up and stressed out and he missed her just like he always did when she couldn't go with him on business trips and help him unwind.

He ate dinner in a rush, excusing himself from the group of men lingering over cocktails and personal stories Harry had no interest in hearing. His excuse was that he wasn't feeling very well and needed to lie down and relax. Which wasn't a complete lie. He really did wish to relax after an orgasm which would make him feel better.

Back in my room now. Wish you were here with me to help me unwind. Can you please send me something to look at while I use the toy you bought me?

Y/n grinned upon seeing the text and took a few pictures of her tits with her thumbs over her nipples. He loved her tits. Loved sucking on them and nuzzling into them. He often fell asleep with his head lying over her chest as he was kissing them softly.

He groaned when he saw the pictures she sent as he kneed up onto his hotel bed with his cock in his hand. He set up his personal laptop to begin the video of himself and angled it so it showed everything. He could even watch himself this way which made it hotter.

Using the lube he brought with him from home, he smoothed it over his tip and down his shaft as he began to grow harder and harder and he looked into the camera and let out a heavy breath as he situated himself and knelt on his bed, facing the headboard. Letting go of his heavy, thickened cock he picked up the fleshlight and moaned as he kissed around the polymer mold and propped up the picture of Y/n, wishing it was her that his lips were pressed against, "Wish I was tasting your pussy. Wish you were grinding on my face and getting yourself off on my nose and my tongue, Y/n..." he whined. That was his favorite. Loved it when she pushed him down and sat on his mouth and made herself come. Harry would die a happy man with her smothering him like that.

But he was so horny and so impatient he didn't take too long to lap at the mineral-based sleeve as he drizzled a healthy amount of lube inside before pressing his fingers through the interior to spread the slick along the plushy toy and hearing a nice wet squelch. It wasn't the same, but it felt nice.

Placing a hotel towel over a pillow, Harry propped that between his knees before he looked from the picture of her tits to the camera as he placed one palm on the big wooden headboard to keep himself stabilized on his knees and then cupped the toy with his other fist before he pressed inside.

The toy had a similar appearance to her labia he noted as he pushed inside. It wasn’t nice and warm like Y/n was, but it felt good to have his cock touched nonetheless. Even if it was just a fleshlight.

"Oh fuck..." he slowly began to thrust himself in and out, holding it steady with his hand as he rocked into the toy. His muscles were straining, thighs flexing with every thrust.

His heart rate began to rise with every slick push and pull of his shaft, the end of the toy was open (for practical purposes as Harry's cock was quite lengthy) so his pink tip punched through every time he pressed himself in all the way. He knew that if he were inside of Y/n that would be the spot where her cervix was.

"Ohhh... I need you..." he whimpered as his lips parted and he began to fuck into the polymer material with more force.

The sound of fucking a fleshlight was different than the sound of fucking wet pussy. It sounded synthetic but still slippery and wet. But fuck if it didn't feel amazing wrapped around his thick girth and cupping his tip on each plunge. Plus the view of it… It really did look like he was fucking into Y/n’s cunt, pussy lips wrapped around him as he drove in.

“Fuck me…” he groaned as his hips began to stutter. He kept himself held on his knees up with his palm against the headboard, hips rutting and cock twitching as he bucked himself in and in and in… He gripped around the plastic outer part of the toy and watched himself as he masturbated with the toy and felt his thighs begin to tremble.

“Mmm… Y/n… can I come, please? I need it?” He was mumbling and shaking as he looked at her picture and into the camera. He felt himself throbbing as precome began to drip from his tip and down onto the towel he’d placed over the pillow.

His desperate moans grew louder and he grabbed the pillow with the towel and lowered his hips down, humping his cock through the fleshlight and down into the pillow as his face screwed up in pleasure, the intense wave of relief that he felt as he began to pump come onto the terry fabric had him gasping, a soft moan of Y/n’s name falling from his lips.

It was intense. He hadn’t come in days, at Y/n’s directions, so he soaked through the towel and was sure the pillow underneath would be wet.

“Oooohhh…” he rocked his hips down gently into the pillow, stilling himself as every drop of his come was drained from his balls.

When he finally lifted up, he was in a puddle of his come as he slid the toy from his shaft and hissed at how sensitive his tip was. With his fist around his softening cock he looked into the camera, chest still heaving and flushed red, “I came too fast, Y/n. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. M’cock was so achy… made a big mess.”

Y/n was too excited to get the video of Harry. She was not disappointed as she watched the video twice. It was short but it did the trick. Because she missed him just the same.

Harry had just finished cleaning himself up when he heard his phone ringing.

“Baby, I’m so sorry it was short–“

“That’s okay, gorgeous boy. I know you were pent-up. You get a pass today. Tomorrow night we’ll have you do it again but I’m going to be with you on the phone watching the whole time and telling you exactly what I want to see so you’re not finishing so fast. Yeah?”

“Yes. I want that. I miss you.”

“I know you do, baby. Felt good to use that, though?”

Harry grinned and balled up the dirty towel, tossing it to the floor, “It felt nice. Never as good as you, though. Your pussy has a choke hold on me.”

Y/n smiled, “That’s right. Nothing better than this pussy for you, baby. It’ll be that much better when you get back from your trip.”

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Speaking of Y/N, Harry didn't hate grocery shopping with her so much. He even kind of enjoyed it as long as the space wasn't too crowded. That day it wasn’t, which he was extremely thankful for because it reduced the chances of them bumping into any familiar faces who might ask about his grandparents, or if the girl he was with was his girlfriend.

Despite that, Y/N was still a frequent visitor at Harry’s house. Ever since his family relocated to a different area, it had become custom for her to spend the night whenever the two had group projects to do.

That’s another thing he detested about running into people his grandparents were friends with - they loved to pester him with questions about his life that made him go red in the face. It was even worse when he happened to be with Y/N during those times...

Fortunately, she was always clueless about it.

Harry guessed that the reason for that was that she was so comfortable with their friendship that she wasn't even aware of what was going on… even if she thought it a little odd that he kept introducing her as his neighbor when they weren't neighbors anymore.

That day was no different. They'd just grabbed their pizzas, and were now wandering around the drinks aisle looking at the options.

Their journey was always the same.

As they got off the bus from school, they would head to the supermarket to stock up on frozen pizzas and late-night goodies to help them through the long hours they’d be spending working on the computer.

The idea startled him a little more than he'd like to admit. “Don’t start! And put it back before anyone sees you.”

“Do you think your grandma would notice if we hid one of these in your backpack?” Asked Y/N.

The smile on her face got him figuring she was up to no good… even before he noticed the bottle of whatever alcoholic beverage she was holding.

The way his body jumped made Y/N laugh as she set the bottle back on its shelf. “Relax, okay? I was only messing with you... I knew you'd be too chicken to do it. But just so you know, they don't even ask for an ID most times.”

“Fine.”

He replied to her with a headshake. “You're not as cool as you think just because you get drunk with your friends every once in a while.”

She didn’t seem too pleased by his remark, but Harry figured that by now she ought to know he didn't mean most of what he said when he was annoyed.

“You can get an iced tea… or a pepsi… or that weird-flavored soda you like.”

Harry noticed that even after he allowed her to pick her favorite drink, Y/N still didn't seem particularly happy with him. She trailed behind him in silence while he pushed the cart around, and didn't even appear to care when they walked past her usual go-to snack.

“Did you know that stating facts like that makes you look a thousand times more of a nerd than you already are?”

“Did you know that statistically, people who start drinking in their teens have a five times higher likelihood of becoming alcoholics than those who only start later?”

Harry knew it probably wasn't the best topic to get her to talk to him, but it was the only thing that came to his mind in the moment.

Harry snorted at her retort. “You didn't seem to mind me being a nerd when you asked me to work on the paper with you.”

“I do every paper with you, why should this be any different?”

Y/N was in the midst of a rebellious phase. In the beginning it all had been quite harmless, with her obsession with dyeing the ends of her hair crazy colors and pairing fishnets with knee socks. That somehow led her into starting to hang out with people Harry considered to be a little offputting.

He smirked at that. It was true. He and Y/N had attended every academic year together since they first met in elementary school, and they had managed to enroll in almost all of the same classes each time.

They were currently in their senior year of high school, and their friendship was still pretty solid despite their different personalities and social interests.

He also barely interacted with girls, as one might expect. There were times he had crushes, but he was always afraid to talk to them, so things never really went anywhere. Thus, Y/N was really Harry's only female friend.

He wasn't sure what exactly made him dislike them...

Maybe it was because he was a little resentful over having to “compete” for Y/N's attention and feared he would one day completely lose her to them, given that they were undoubtedly the cooler part of the equation.

Perhaps part of it was also because those people reminded him of the kind who used to bully him for being a dork when he was younger. Thankfully, he wasn't being bullied as much anymore, but he still didn't have many friends.

He confesses sometimes he was surprised she still wanted to hang out with him as much as she did. When she became popular, Harry naturally assumed she would ditch him for social status reasons, but that never happened, which was a big relief to him since he liked having her around.

They were both geeky, so they watched a lot of movies and played video games together... but when it came to other things, they were a little different. Y/N had a much better sense of style, was much more social, and enjoyed doing dumb things like smoking weed and getting drunk behind her parents’ backs.

Harry had never really understood the appeal of it. In fact, his lack of interest in participating in that stuff sometimes worried him a bit, but again... it wasn’t like he wasn’t curious.

There were a few times when he thought it would be cool if he could hang out with Y/N and her friends, go out drinking, dance, and maybe, just maybe, if he was very very lucky, even get to kiss someone on the mouth.

But then he always ended up reasoning that people like him weren't welcome at parties and that if he ever dared to step foot into one he'd probably end up being the butt of everyone’s jokes.

Even knowing so, he couldn't help fantasizing about it… especially the last part. Yes, Harry definitely thought about intimacy a lot more than he'd ever be willing to admit… and he also pondered a lot about how being practically invisible to girls sucked… and about how much he wished one would give him a chance.

He was aware of his issues, however. He knew he wasn’t exactly the hottest guy around. His haircut and clothing were out of style, mostly because he lacked the confidence to mess with his looks and follow the trends the way other people did. He’d buy new t-shirts sometimes; the only thing was that they almost always had gaming-related designs which obviously didn't do his style much good.

He thought Y/N had nice eyes as well, and he liked the way she accentuated them with make-up - even when her eyeliner turned out a little uneven or got smudgy because she forgot and rubbed her eyes with her fingers.

But it wasn’t all bad. Harry knew he had nice eyes. He just couldn't get the girls to come close enough to notice them.

He figured the way he stared at the floor when he walked, along with the thick glasses he had been wearing since childhood had also taken part in preventing people from noticing how green his eyes were.

She'd been doing that a lot in the last hour they'd been working on their paper, which was making Harry feel a little guilty.

Normally, by that time in the evening Y/N would already be working on her part, but as they'd started later than usual, she wasn't. Also, being the control freak he was, Harry always wanted to be the one in charge of the research portion of any papers they worked on. Leaving the final task of writing and flourishing to Y/N.

So the poor girl had been sitting next to him for hours, watching him go through articles on his laptop.

Harry could tell by the increased frequency of her yawns that her battery was running low, so he wasn't the least bit surprised when he heard her hesitantly ask, “Are you planning on staying up much longer? Aren’t you getting tired?”

“Are you for real?” She looked at him like he was crazy as she let her back slide halfway down the bedframe. “Do you really find these stupid water microbes that interesting?”

“Um… not really. I found this really cool essay and want to make sure we gather all of their data.” He was so preoccupied with copying and pasting that he didn't even look away from the screen as he replied to the question. “It's a shame we don’t have any hot springs nearby... wouldn't it be cool if we could collect samples of these microbes and study them in the lab?”

“Not all of them, it’s just that I’d never considered that there could be some growing and thriving in actual boiling water… since, you know, that’s what’s supposed to kill them.” Due to the silence that followed, Harry realized that despite Y/N's efforts to keep him company, she was moments away from falling asleep. “Should I go get the stuff to make your bed?”

“You can't. I haven't done my part yet.”

“It's fine. We still have tomorrow to finish it.”

“Don't bother. I just need to close my eyes for a bit, but I won’t fall asleep.” She promised, but Harry knew better than to believe her. “Do you mind if I get under the covers? Your room’s a bit chilly.”

“No, not at all.” He didn't mind it, in fact, he even found it a little exciting. Not in a pervy way, but it felt good to know that a girl would be using his bed and leaving her girly scent on it. Harry tried not to dwell on those kinds of thoughts over Y/N too much, but of course he thought she was hot. He wasn’t that blind.

Truth be told, he’d always liked her personality, but as of recently her looks and the way she dressed had also made her the type of girl he was attracted to on the outside. Yes, it was always the girls who wore alternative clothing and scowled a lot that caught his eye.

He hadn't always felt that way. For a long while he just thought of her as a best friend, but she'd grown into her curves in the last couple of years and he would be lying if he said his eyes and mind didn't occasionally wander.

He felt a little bad about it... but it wasn't like he was ever going to do anything other than fantasize, so he supposed it was alright… as long as she didn’t catch on.

He was aware that his preference sounded extremely stereotypical coming from a shy loser like him, but it wasn’t like he could help what he was keen on.

“Is the entire chapter on Volcanic Islands really necessary?” She asked, leaning further into him so she could see the laptop screen despite being laid down.

“I'm not sure if it's necessary, but I thought we should at least mention these two islands since they keep coming up.” He could feel her sigh of defeat. “It’s already halfway done. We've got all the info on Iceland already… now all that's left is this tiny archipelago in Portugal.” With that, he rushed to type the final location on the search bar but was taken aback by Y/N's chuckling. “What are you laughing at?”

“Do you not know how to delete your browsing history?” She asked him, still laughing.

Harry's brows furrowed slightly, but he smiled along. “Huh, why? Seriously random that.”

“Random, really? I may only be half awake, but I can still see.”

“See what?”

“See Pornhub come up on your suggestions when you started typing Portugal.” Harry's face dropped instantly. Then, with a harsh slam, he shut his laptop lid. He could feel his entire body tensing up as a burning wave swept across his face, hotter than he'd ever felt before.

“Harry, relax!” Y/N remarked when she saw him like that. She seemed rather worried about it as she clung to his arm and shook it. “Hey, look at me, this isn’t a bad thing. You don't have to-”

He knew he'd have to look up at some point, but he couldn’t bear the thought of facing Y/N knowing that she knew he watched porn and wanked. It was making him feel all kinds of yucky, which was why he was a bit shocked by what happened right after.

Before she could say anything else, Harry covered his face with his hands. “Yes it is. It’s embarrassing.” Honestly, even that felt like a tame word to describe how he was feeling.

This was, hands down, one of the most awkward circumstances he’d ever been in. He wasn't prepared to deal with it, so he chose to remain hidden and avoid further conversation.

Despite the fact that they were right next to each other, it took a while for one of them to venture breaking the silence. By the time Harry tried, he had a dry mouth, so he had to swallow first. “I know it’s not your fault, but I'd honestly rather you hadn't said anything. Knowing you saw is making me feel like shit.”

Y/N reached for him, nestling into his side. The warmth felt nice, but being so close to her was weird. He liked it, but it also made him feel worse at the same time. He still couldn't wrap his head around why she wanted to touch him when he felt so icky.

“I know, but it still bothers me.” Harry was a little surprised by how at ease he felt speaking in quiet whispers while hiding under his covers. For some reason, talking to Y/N in this setting wasn’t as mortifying as he'd anticipated. “And just to be clear, I have no idea how that ended up in my suggestions. I always use incognito mode for that stuff.”

His faltering whispers seemed to stun Y/N a little, as if she'd already accepted that they wouldn't be talking for the rest of the night. “There's no need to feel that way… especially with me.” She returned his hushed words. “I wouldn't have said anything if I knew you'd get like this. I was just joking.”

He couldn't see her, but he could feel her shrug. “You must have forgotten to open a new tab. It has happened to me before.”

“Oh. So. You watch it too?”

“Doesn't everybody, at least once in a while?”

“I don’t know… I suppose they must, yeah.” They both fell quiet for a bit, but not for longer than a few breaths as Harry felt the urge to clarify something. “I don't want you to think I'm a perv, though. I don't watch it all that often… not the kind of stuff that you’re probably thinking I watch, anyway.”

“What do you think I think you watch?”

“I don’t know, like… cringy, scripted porn… you know, the usual “oh no, I’m stuck!” stuff that shows up on the main page.”

“Um… I’ll be honest, you’ve always came across as more of a Hentai guy to me. And before you say anything, this isn't just me calling you a weeaboo. I've watched my share too and overall, I think it's much better than that other stuff you were talking about.”

“That's interesting, actually. I always thought that audio porn mostly for women, since, you know... everyone says men are visual creatures.” She shifted her weight slightly, turning towards him. “But you still find naked girls hot, right? the sight of them?”

“Yeah, fine... I'll admit that I like Hentai, but it’s not all I watch.” Harry wasn't sure why he felt so keen on sharing all of a sudden, but weirdly, he was kind of enjoying their conversation. He found the topic interesting, and he'd never had the chance to discuss it with anybody in person before so… it was fun. And, on top of that, Y/N was disclosing a bit too and he liked that he was getting to know this part of her as well.

“Do you know what audio porn is?” She nodded yes to his question. “Cool, so, there’s this category called ‘guided masturbation’ that’s basically just girls talking and like... telling you what to do. There’s no visual content really, but it has a very real feel to it that I like... almost as if you're on the phone with someone.”

“Well, of course. I’d be worried if that wasn’t the case.” Her question struck Harry a little, but he liked that she was acting curious and asking him things. “Honestly, I think the reason why I don't watch more regular porn is because I can't picture myself living out the fantasies. I don’t know, it’s weird to explain.”

“You can’t picture yourself in a sexy plumber costume ready to unclog a hot milf’s pipes?”

Harry snorted. “You're joking, but that's pretty much what it is.”

She hummed as she drew closer to him on the bed. This time her, placing her head into the crook of his arm. Her mouth was closer to Harry's ear in this position, although he wasn't aware of this until he heard, and felt, her whisper again. “Is that why you like to hear girls telling you what to do? because you're a bit unexperienced?”

“No, it’s all good. I’m sure you must be getting tired.” With that, Y/N crawled out from under the covers. As she did so, her hand stumbled onto Harry’s toppled over laptop. “Oh, I didn’t even notice this was here. We should probably turn it off, right? Assuming you don't want to keep working after this.”

Harry wasn't usually one to cuss, but shit. Hearing her whisper that somewhat snarky question so close to his ear struck a chord with him. It was freaking hot and kind of reminded him a bit of the audios he liked. Obviously, it wasn't as explicit, but it was better in many ways. A huge downside to the experience, however, was that it was extremely difficult to concentrate afterward. In fact, in the midst of his thoughts, Harry almost forgot to reply.

“Um… I guess? I’m sorry, I kind of forgot what the question was.”

Harry also sat up in a position similar to hers, with his legs partially covered by the covers. As his eyes re-acclimated to the brightness of the room, he massaged them a little. “Sure. I’ll just need a moment to, uh… make sure the file got saved properly, if that’s okay.”

Taking advantage of his temporary blindness, Y/N snatched his pillow from his side of the bed. She tucked it under herself and slid back under the sheets. “I've got a comfy bed right here so… feel free to take as much time as you need.”

He smiled at her antics as he readjusted the laptop over his legs and opened it. Turns out the file had been autosaved, but Harry still saved it once more before switching off his computer and setting it over his desk. “Yeah, that's fine. I don’t mind giving you my bed for the night and sleeping on the air mattress for a change.”

“Or you could spare yourself and sleep right there instead of worrying about which one of us will be sleeping on the floor.”

Her offer caused his eyebrows to rise, but he wasn't sure if that was a good thing to do. He liked the idea of it but was a little concerned about accidentally doing something embarrassing in the middle of the night. What if he made a toot? Or worse, had a wet dream? He hadn't had any recently, but one never knew when it might start happening again. In any case, he'd probably wake up with a stupid morning wood as usual, which was something that he could typically make go away before he got up when Y/N was around… but if she was going to sleep next to him, wasn’t there a chance she could tell? That prospect made him terrified. “Um… I'm not sure that I'm a good sleep partner; grandma says I used to move a lot in my sleep when I was small.”

“Oh. I don’t mind. I just don't feel like sleeping by myself tonight for some reason.” Y/N shrugged, leaving him unsure of what to say next. It was already difficult to say no when it wasn’t what he wanted to say, but it became nearly impossible when he looked at her and met her begging eyes.

Well then, if she was being so casual about it, he figured it must not be that common for people to do humiliating things in their sleep, contrary to what he had previously been led to believe by his insecurities. The other factor that was pushing him to say yes was that having to get up to grab the air mattress from the attic and make Y/N a bed sounded a little too demanding for how lazy he was feeling. His bed wasn't even tiny either, so they'd have plenty of room to spread out without troubling one another throughout the night. “Ok, alright. But don't grumble tomorrow about having trouble falling asleep because of me. This was entirely your idea.”  

“I don’t grumble.” He made sure to let her see his eyeroll before turning off the lights and getting into bed with a second pillow for himself. No one said anything for a bit, they were just adjusting their positions in search for the most comfortable one. Harry was still wide-awake, but he believed it wouldn't be long until Y/N fell asleep. She was already close to when they were working on the paper, so it shouldn't take long at all.

She proved him wrong, though, when she blurted out something after minutes of being quiet. “I have another question for you...”

“Oh. What’s that?”

Harry saw a shadow that he believed to be her head poking up from the pillow, propped on what should be her arm. Her voice sounded quite chirpy too, which meant he’d probably underestimated how awake and willing to chat his friend actually was. “Have you ever… like, kissed anyone?”

“That’s so random.” It was during times like these that Harry wished he could travel back in time. If he could go back and pretend to be asleep two seconds ago when Y/N asked if she could ask him a question, he wouldn’t even hesitate. Heck, he'd even pretend to snore if it meant not having to respond but alas, since Harry didn’t have any time travel abilities, that wasn’t an option. She knew he was awake and was anxiously awaiting his response. “You're quite random sometimes, Y/N...”

Her voice was hushed, yet a little taunting. “That’s not an answer.”

Harry sighed, realizing she wasn't going to let him off the hook until he participated in the discussion she wanted to have. “Alright, then… define kissing... does something like a peck qualify?”

“No, Harry. I'm talking about actual kissing. Tongue and all.”

“Oh um. I knew that, obviously.”

“And did you do it or not?”

“Yeah I, uh. I've kissed...” His words stumbled slightly. They didn't come out as cool or confident as he’d hoped, but he did try to make his statement sound plausible. “But it wasn’t with a lot of tongue... just like, a little bit.”

Y/N let out a snort at his unconvincing answer. “You’re a shit liar, but fine. I used to lie about it too when people asked me.” Rather than defending himself, Harry didn't say anything, which told his friend all she needed to know. “Is it something you think about, though? would you like to do it?”

“Well, yeah… of course I’d like to. Even some of the guys I hang out with have done it... and you’ve seen them.” Harry felt a bit mean making that remark about his friends' looks. Obviously, he wanted them to have someone who liked them, but that didn’t change the fact that none of them had much going in terms of physical appeal. “I'm not saying this to make you feel sorry for me. I know I’m the problem and that the reason why I haven’t kissed yet is because I’m not a kissable person. My only hope is that things will change once we start college. I don't know if I ever told you before, but I've been thinking about switching to contacts. I was also thinking it could be nice to exercise a bit just so clothes would fit me better. What do you think? It should help, right?”

Even in total darkness, Harry could tell that Y/N's eyebrows were deeply furrowed by her tone of voice. “Who was it that told you you weren't kissable?”

“Nobody needed to tell me. I see myself every time I look in the mirror. I dress like my grandpa and have a bit of a hunch like him too.”

“I think you're mistaking being unattractive for wearing clothes that aren’t particularly flattering. It's very different.” Harry knew she couldn't see it, but he was kissing his teeth at what she’d said. “If the reason why you want to make those changes is to feel better about yourself, then you have my full support… I do, however, have a feeling that’s not all it is, so I hope you realize that you don’t have to bend over backwards to be likable or kissable, or anything else. You already are all of those things exactly as you are.”

“I appreciate you sugarcoating things to make me feel better but if what you are saying were true, and I was fine the way I am, I wouldn't have this much trouble finding someone who saw that in me.” He sighed, a little annoyed by her efforts. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s hard for me to believe you’ll ever understand what it feels like to be me. You’re like... the coolest, most kissable girl ever.”

There was a slight click, and suddenly the room got soaked in an orange light that caused Harry to squint despite his familiarity with it. His bedside table lamp was on, and Y/N was staring at him in awe. “You think I’m kissable?”

Crap. Had he really blurted it out that way? He couldn't recall the precise words he had used, but it seemed unlikely that Y/N was asking him that for no reason. She looked very taken aback by what she’d heard, and Harry, who still hadn't a clue how he’d managed to put his foot in it yet again, felt his face turn red and his tongue stutter once more. “Not in a weird way! Maybe I phrased it in a way that made it seem like I was being weird, but it was just a form of expression. Not that what I said isn’t true, but I would never say it like that. Even if I wanted to kiss you, which has never crossed my mind, really.”

“Hm.” Y/N’s gaze was drawn to her hands as he finished. Harry observed that she was picking at her nail polish, which was rather unusual for her unless she was nervous. “Is it really that ridiculous? I mean, if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind...”

His forehead wrinkled. “Why? Because you feel sorry for me?”

“No Harry, because I'd like to.”

“Me? You’d like to kiss me? Why?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.” Her tone was a little hesitant, but she carried on. “Aff, okay… screw it. I might as well tell you since we’re talking about it. So, I, uh. I have a bit of a thing for you. I’ve had it for a while, but it was never serious… since well, I never really felt like there was a real possibility that it could be reciprocated. That’s why I didn’t tell you sooner, that and because I wasn't sure how things would turn out if you rejected me so… I figured it would be best not to say anything.” She shrugged once more, as a small smile formed on her lips. “You’ve also never mentioned having any crushes or being into anyone, so I thought maybe you weren't interested in that type of stuff much.”

“Yeah, right.” Harry rolled over in bed, facing away from her. It wasn’t unusual of Y/N to play practical jokes on him from time to time, but this one did not go over well with him. It seriously screwed with his self-esteem and since it was her, he could have easily been tricked into admitting something he'd end up regretting. “I know you’re taking the piss and I don't think it's funny, like, at all.”

“Why would I be taking the piss? Do you really think I'd joke about something like this? And look at me when I'm speaking to you!” She pulled on his shoulder, compelling him to lie onto his back so she could at least see his face.

Harry complied with her, but not without a groan. “I'm serious Y/N. If you’re trolling, this is your one chance to say so ‘cause If I find out later that you were doing this to see me make a fool of myself or to get me flustered, I'm going to get really, really angry at you.”

“I may play a lot of dumb jokes, but I don't play with people's feelings like that… let alone my friends' feelings. I'm dead serious, Harry. It's really not that hard to see it if you think a little.” She huffed, upset that he wasn’t taking her seriously. She'd guessed he’d act a little wary at first but hadn't expected him to think she was pulling a prank on him. How could he have missed that she had a thing for him anyway, with how touchy she was when they were alone together? With her acting so eager to be his first kiss? She'd been shit at hiding it for years. It was so clear. “Do you remember when we were kids... my parents took us to a fancy playground by a lake and... there was a girl there who had a Nintendo but wouldn't let me play with it, she would only let you, so I snatched it away?”

"Yeah, I remember.” As he replied, Harry was unable to stop himself from letting out small laugh at the memory. “And then you threw it in the water because you'd heard from someone that Nintendo’s were waterproof. Your parents got so mad, and she wouldn't stop crying. It was awful.”

“Yeah, that. Except, I never really thought that they were waterproof. I did it because she was nasty... and it made me upset that you’d left me to play on the slide alone.” Y/N admitted, also laughing and shaking her head a bit at her childish antics. “I didn't know back then what being jealous was, but I think about that day sometimes... it makes me feel embarrassed obviously, but it also makes me realize that I've always been really possessive of you. I think if you'd turn out to have many girlfriends I would have realized much sooner that my feelings for you weren't just friendly ones.”

“Wow. Was that really what that was?” Harry was stupefied and Y/N couldn't not giggle at his open mouthed reaction. “I’m sorry, it’s just… this whole thing is really confusing. My head is spinning a bit and... being completely honest, part of me still thinks that you’re joking but at the same time, you seem serious enough so I’m gonna choose to believe you. Even if I have no idea why you'd like me that way, other than maybe ‘cause I'm tall.

“The hair too. Don't forget your fluffy hair.” She added playfully. “No but, even though I like those things, they aren’t the reason why I like you. I just do. There’s no logical explanation for it.”

“Yeah, um. That makes sense. I mean, not really but I think I understand that feeling you were describing and… I can kind of relate to it too since I've kind of had a small crush too since last year… or well, I've realized last year... back when you were dating that Joshua guy. It made me jealous. I’ve always thought it was silly though, so I tried not to think about it too much.” Harry acknowledged, albeit doing it with more trepidation and delay than Y/N had. “I've had other crushes too, but they were on girls I never talked to so... they didn’t last too long.”

“Wait so… you’ve had a crush too? since that long?”

“I- uh.. I have. Yeah.”

“You must be really good at hiding your feelings then, because I never noticed anything that suggested that, much less that you were jealous. Trust me, if I had any inkling I would’ve had this conversation with you last year instead of doing what I did. I didn’t even like Joshua much… I just wanted to have someone.” She pursed her lips in a mournful smile before reaching out for Harry's hand. It wasn’t the first time that their hands had brushed, but this time something in Harry's chest was sparked by her touch, making him feel both ecstatic and stiff at the same time. “It's nice that you've had other crushes, though. I think I'd be more upset if I found out you'd been caught up on me all this time and I'd just been completely unaware of it. With that said, I don't want you thinking about other girls now. Only me.”

“Yeah, okay. Just you. I like how that sounds a lot.” Harry had no idea what had possessed him, but he felt compelled to bring her hand to his mouth and kiss it. His gesture made her giggle, but he got somewhat self-conscious afterwards. “Was that lame? Probably, right?”

“No, it was cute. I liked it.” She reciprocated by lifting his hand to her mouth and placing a kiss over his knuckles. “Is there anywhere else you’d like me to kiss?”

With a tentative smile, he gave her a direct glance before nodding. Y/N scooted a bit closer to him but as they got closer, Harry's body tightened a little. He couldn't take his eyes off her lips, yet the sight of the rosy, fluffy cushions was giving him pause. “I’m sorry if I’m not… uh… if I don’t know how to...”

She gave his cheek a comforting caress. “That’s fine, but are you okay? You’re shaking a bit.”

Harry laughed, feeling rather frustrated with himself. “Yeah, um… sorry about that. I'm just really nervous.”

“It can wait if you're not ready.” Y/N made a point of assuring him, even though she had a feeling that waiting wasn't what Harry wanted. He was just nervous, which was totally normal for someone who was about to get their first kiss. The most she could do was try to make him a bit calmer. “Is there anything specific that you're worried about?”

“No, I’m ready. It's just a bit overwhelming. This is all so alien to me… it’s a lot for my nervous system to handle.” Y/N couldn’t not frown a bit at how adorable he was as she listened. “I- I'm also a little in over my head, thinking I probably won’t be as good as the boys you've kissed before.”

“You don't have to worry about that, really. Trying stuff until you figure out what makes the other person melt is the most fun part.” She assured, before giving his hand another kiss. “We’ll learn that from one another, okay?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Upon his approval, Y/N pulled herself closer and higher, until her face was barely above his. They both smiled as she rubbed her nose against his... once, twice, and then it happened. She dropped her head just enough for their lips to touch.

Her tenderness and Harry's stomach-bursting butterflies were in stark contrast, making for a bizarre, yet fascinating combination of sensations.

They weren't quite in time with one another's lips but their kiss was free flowing. And it felt flawless, akin to a Vivaldi concerto or a Michelangelo masterpiece. There was something alarming about it too, however. Suddenly, Harry could feel the relatively insignificant seed of love that Y/N had planted in his heart blossom into a giant sequoia tree. And he couldn't, for the life of him, fathom the possibility of having shared a moment as nice with anyone else.

He was truly loving whatever love spell she was casting on his body with her kissing, which is why he couldn't help but let out a low whimper when he felt their lips unglue from her pulling away. “Why did you- why did you stop?”

“Your glasses are getting in the way.” She explained as she carefully started pulling them off his face. “Here, much better.” As soon as she was done placing his glasses over the nightstand, she raised her leg and straddled him. Well, sort of. It was more of an embrace; except she was laying on top of him. “This is okay, right? Not too much pressure?”

“Mh-mm. Better. Thank you.” Harry's face was flushed, and he couldn't stop smiling as he stared at her. She was so pretty, and her body over his felt so cozy. It was still hard to believe he had kissed her, but the tingle on his lips confirmed it was real, despite how uncanny it all felt. “I like this a lot, being this close to you.”

“Me too.” She ran her fingertips across his blushing skin. “You're so cute like this. I should’ve kissed you way sooner. You seem to like it too, don't you?”

“Mh-mm. I really do.” Harry desperately wanted more kisses from her, but he was still a little too unsure of himself to initiate. Besides, he’d really liked when she took initiative earlier and led the way so that’s what he wanted to happen again. “I’d like to do it some more, if that’s okay...”

Y/N smiled at his request, but wasted no time before she leaned in to taste his lips again.

It was mostly just smooches that they were trading, but that didn’t keep her from taking a nibble here and there. Harry was very responsive to her nibbles, which she appreciated. She’d never been with a boy who got whimpery and breathy just from making out before, but she found it to be incredibly encouraging and arousing.

What made it extra hot was knowing he wasn't doing it on purpose because he knew girls liked stuff like that. It was just how his body was reacting to her. She was also well aware that her kisses had gotten him bricked up instantaneously. His warm stiffness was palpable between her thighs, despite being covered by his pajama bottoms.

If it had been any of the boys she’d kissed before, the erection would have freaked her out a bit, but as it was Harry she thought it was cute that he was so excited. He wasn't the only one feeling this way though. The damp panties she had on served as a casual reminder that she was getting quite excited as well.

Despite her wants, Y/N had been doing a great job of controlling herself… only that task became much more challenging when Harry started getting more comfortable, more intuitive, and by default, touchier. At some point in the course of their kissing, he’d started sliding his hands up her back and, on occasion, giving her hips a squeeze. He'd noticed she was pleased by this, so he worked up the nerve to lower his hands to her bum and squeeze her there too.

“Not feeling so shy anymore, are you?” Y/N playfully teased, to which Harry responded by smiling and hiding his face by pulling her in for a hug. It hadn't been her intention to rub up on him, but he’d drew her in so close that their bellies were flush together, so when she shifted next he felt it on his crotch… and moaned, all deep and throaty. They stared at each other, until Y/N turned her mouth to Harry's ear and asked, “Do you want this? want me to do it again?”

His nodding was quick. “Just don't go too fast, ‘cause uh... might feel too good.”

“Okay, got it.” She said, then held onto the pillow under Harry’s head, nails digging into fabric as she began to move slowly on top of him. Rolling her hips to press down on the bulge in his pants. The pressure on her clit was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, it was a relief to finally have a way to sooth some of the built-up tension, but on the other, it made her yearn for more friction.

She could feel his heavy, strained breathing against her skin. “Mm, it's too much, feels… too good. Ah-” He moaned again, once her fingers gripped at the roots of his hair.

“Shh, quiet.” Y/N covered his mouth and smiled. “I love your moans, but we have to keep it quiet.” She said, before removing her hand from his mouth and putting her lips in its place.

“I know, sorry.” Harry replied once she broke their kiss. “If I get loud again, you can repeat that hand thing if you want… it was hot.”

“Hmm, was it?” She returned her hand to his lips, but this time she allowed two fingers to go inside and prod into his mouth, that he was keeping slightly ajar for her. “That’s good, Harry. You're a natural at this, I think.” She had been straddling him with her body leaning over his, but she sat upright for a moment to appreciate how adorable he looked with her fingers in his mouth from farther away. As soon as he saw her eyes fixed on him, his lips encircled her fingers, and his tongue began to softly wriggle between them. “Mh-m... that's it. Just like that.”

As she started moving her hips again, Harry's hands shot to her waist, to hold her as she rutted against him. This gave her more balance, so she ramped up the pace, rubbing harder and faster to create the desired friction for her. The change caught up with Harry quickly, who began groan restlessly into her fingers in response. She pulled them off to let him speak. “S-slow... please go slower. If you don't, I'll-”

“Make a mess. I know. Give me your hands.” As per Y/N’s request, Harry slid his hands away from her waist and held them up between their bodies. Y/N took them, entwined their fingers together and then without warning, allowed her weight to fall forward, successfully pinning him to the bed. “I know you want to, but you're ashamed about doing it in your underwear. So, I was thinking… if I keep you like this and force it out of you, maybe you won't feel so bad about wanting it anymore. What do you say?”

“I just don't want to get you dirty, that's all. I thought I could keep it under control a little better, but I can't. It feels so much better than my hand.” Harry acknowledged, smiling shyly. “That sounds hot, though… the idea of you forcing it.”

“I know but don't worry about getting me dirty. I brought extra pjs.” She gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his hands. “So…you want to do it, then? Since you think it’s hot…”

A delaying groan rumbled in his throat before his lips parted into a broad smile, the kind of smile you make when you’re on the verge of breaking into laugher. “I’m going be so embarrassed about this tomorrow, but yeah. I want to.”

Y/N shook her head at him, grinning. “Don't. I've always wanted to do this. It's a bit of a fantasy of mine, I guess.” She didn’t give him a chance to react to her confession, as she started rutting against his cock again. This time she wasn’t being gentle or avoiding any harsh friction. Her movements were quicker and jerkier than they had been before, and she tightened her hold on his hands as well. She had a hunch Harry liked the feeling of being held down and used, so that's what she was doing.

He was shivering beneath her, taking fast breaths through his mouth as he looked her in the eyes. The poor baby couldn’t stay quiet for the life of him, either. His whimpers and groans were unrelenting, so she was bound to muffle him once more.

His now-free hand joined hers over his mouth, but it didn’t linger there for long since he took hold of her wrist and started guiding it downward. “My neck,” He pleaded lowly, his voice trembling. “…want your hand on my neck.”

She gave him a devilish smirk before grabbing his throat. She only needed to hold him still; there was no need to squeeze or do anything else. “And I want your cum,” she told him, hoping that slipping in a few dirty words in combination with her movements would make him snap. “…want to get all wet from it.”

Harry’s legs jerked beneath her. “Close,” He warned, a little startled. “So, so close…” The fact that she could not only hear him but also feel his words on his throat as he spoke was incredibly arousing. “Please…” He pled sweetly, what triggered a sudden desire in Y/N's chest to be closer. She released her hold on his throat and hugged him tight as she drove her hips into his, rutting violently to make him orgasm.

It worked.

Between her thighs, Y/N could feel his warm juices seeping through the material of their pajamas. So she kept rutting, wanting to make sure she had extracted every last drop of them.

Harry returned her tight hug all the way through his climax, and he didn’t let go after either. They remained in that position for a while, holding each other close regardless of the slightly unpleasant wetness that was binding them together. “We should probably change right?” Y/N asked after a beat, despite her lack of want to wrest away from him.

“M-hm. I’m all gross and sticky.” Harry laughed. “I’m gonna need another shower in the morning, but for now, I think I'll just wipe it off and put on new boxers. I mean if you don't mind that I don't wear pants to bed…”

“No, I don't mind. I'm gonna take mine off too.”

“Oh. That's a great idea. Sounds perfect to me.” Harry playfully quipped, before he got out of bed and started opening drawers. “Also, um… I don't know how to ask without being weird, but could you close your eyes for a moment? so I can take care of myself real quick?” Y/N said yes and turned away to give him privacy while he cleaned himself and changed. She was a tiny bit surprised that he hadn't wanted to use the restroom for that, but she figured that since it was closer to his grandparents' bedroom at the end of the corridor, he probably didn't want to risk going and waking them up. “Okay… you can look now.”

When Y/N looked at him next, the first thing she noticed was that he had on a pair of tight, black boxers. The next thing she noticed was that Harry was looking at her legs, since, as he’d probably seen when he turned, she had also stripped off her pants in the interim, leaving just her grey panties on. “What?” He smiled in response to her curious gaze.

She wouldn’t bring it up, but she could see he had grown a little hard in his boxers just from seeing her sprawled in bed with no pants on. “Nothing, you’re cute.”

Harry snorted at that. “Thanks, but you're much cuter.” He wandered across the room to where the supermarket bags were. “Are you thirsty? Do you want water or a snack? ”

“Hmm, just water if that’s okay.”

Harry handed her the water bottle and sat down on the bed next to her while she drank from it. “You didn’t cum…” he pointed out after a moment of pause.

“Oh um… yeah. I didn’t. It’s okay though.” Y/N laughed, shrugged, and took another sip of her water.

“Hmm.” Harry hummed, before scooting a little closer to her. “It must be a bit of an unpleasant feeling, no? and hard to sleep like that.”

“It is a little until it goes away but nothing that I can't handle.”

“Hm.” He hummed again, before Y/N cocked her head to kiss his lips. She’d only meant to give him a peck, but Harry changed her plans when he leaned in to kiss her deeper. He seemed really eager to continue kissing and well, she wasn't about to say no to him. Especially when he went so far as to nibble on her lip, which he hadn’t done before. He was also getting handsy with her, and she loved it. He was touching her more and focusing on the spots he'd learned she liked.

“That,” She blurted, as she paused to catch her breath. “That feels really nice.”

“M-hm.” He murmured against her lips as he kissed her again. His hand continued to grab at her as they kissed, to the point where Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. She hadn’t meant to but ended up moving her knees apart out of desperation. Being so blatant almost made her feel ashamed, but she didn't because she felt Harry's palm wrap over her crotch. In response to his touch, she moaned into his mouth, and he moaned back, surprised at how her moisture had soaked through her panties. “Teach me.” He asked, softly. “I want to learn. I- um, want to make you go to sleep happy.”

“That’s so nice, Harry, really. I, um-” She smiled while wiping the tears forming in her eyes. “I’m already happy.” She didn’t know what was making her so overwhelmed with joy all of sudden. She’d always known Harry was boyfriend material, but it was still nice to see how much he gave thought to her needs and happiness. And she was happy. So, so happy to finally have him like this, all to herself. “Do you want me to show you how to touch?”

“Yes please. To make you feel good.”

“Okay.” She placed her hand on top of his. “Here,” she explained once she’d guided his fingers to the spot of her panties right above her clit. “Circular motions with your fingers feel really nice, so does pressure. You don't have to focus on just that spot though… the nicest feeling is when you rub there but also all over.” She glanced at him, then bit her lip and asked, “Wanna try?”

“Yeah, alright.” Harry responded, adjusting his position slightly so that Y/N could get more comfortable. They decided to have her sit between his legs, facing away from him since that would make it easier for her to lead him. Once they’d both settled, Harry began to touch her in the way she had showed him, moving his hand broadly enough to reach a little bit everywhere in between her legs. “Am I doing it right?”

“Mm-hmm, you're doing really good.” Y/N was still holding his hand while he touched her, and she was fascinated by the size difference between their hands. “Your hands are really big, which... makes it feel extra good.”

“Really? That’s nice. I'm definitely grateful for that.” He said while looking down as well. “Should I put more pressure, or is it okay as it is?”

“It’s fine but I wouldn’t mind a little more...” She could tell he was afraid of hurting her, and that’s why he was being so careful and gentle in his touching. She wasn’t planning on rushing him or constantly give him directions though, so instead she simply relaxed against his chest and let him probe at his own pace. Because, after all, even though he was playing safe, she was still thoroughly enjoying herself.

It took Harry a few minutes to figure out how much pressure and speed he should be using, but eventually he pressed and swirled his fingers around her sensitive nub in a way that felt just right. When Y/N’s breath faltered he glanced at her worriedly, what made her chuckle. “No, don't worry. You didn't hurt me. Keep going like that.”

Harry smiled at that. He’d had a feeling he was starting to get the hang of it due to the way Y/N’s breathing had become more erratic and she'd begun to quiver against him on occasion but hearing it from her mouth that he was doing a good job was much, much better. He was really looking forward to making her cum. She looked so good like this, flushed and a little out of breath. She'd been staring at his face a lot from over her shoulder in the last couple of minutes, biting her lip and letting out little gasps of pleasure to let him know he was making her feel good.

“Like that. Don’t stop.” Those quiet, whispered words snapped him out of his reverie. He knew what they meant, even before she told him, “I’m really, really close.”

He'd learnt from a meme he saw once that when girls said that, boys weren't meant to speed up or change what they were doing in the slightest. So he merely focused on adding a bit more pressure, since that was something he knew she liked, and trying to keep his hand's tempo.

Despite how hot he found it, Harry wasn't very comfortable with dirty talk, but seeing her like this and recalling the perfect, filthy words she'd said to him just before making him cum, he felt compelled to give it a shot. “I can feel how wet your panties are, it’s so hot.” He whispered into her hair. “I can smell it too and it makes me want to eat you so bad. I've never done it before, but I can't stop thinking about doing it to you.” Rather than trying to sound hot, he was simply stating facts about how she was making him feel, and somehow it was working. “I wanna make you cum like this first though. From rubbing it this way, like you taught me to.”

Harry's words, paired with the precise movements of his fingertips around her pussy got Y/N right at the edge. She trembled, clutched his wrist, and strained to keep her legs open.

“Please, please, please...” She started begging out loud right before the warm pleasure bubble on her belly popped, so Harry did the same thing she’d done to him and muffled her by putting his free hand over her mouth.

He hadn't anticipated being able to feel when a girl orgasmed, but he was. He could feel the strong pulse under his fingers as soon as Y/N started to cum, and it was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. He could also feel the damp spot on her panties becoming even wetter as he rubbed her through it and God, the smell… it was making his mouth water.

If she didn’t look so exhausted, Harry would have begged her to let him take off her panties and lick her clean, but those puffy, glossy eyes didn't permit his mind to stray any further. If there was one thing Harry understood about Y/N, it was how she looked just before falling asleep, and that was exactly how she was getting.

So he helped her into bed and laid down beside her, but his heart wouldn't let him fall asleep before he asked, “You’re staying for the entire weekend, right?” and his ears picked up a faint “M-hm” in return.

This was going to be the best weekend ever.