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HE MADE HER WHAT

reflection

y/n couldn't blame harry for avoiding her but all she wanted to tell him was that she was sorry

part one (gravity)

part two (momentum)

part three (magnetism)

part four (tension)

part five (impulse)

previous part (inertia)

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(Y/N) felt awful.

Just a day short of being a week since she had shared the fact she knew his secret, Harry had done an incredible job of avoiding and ignoring her. She had called and texted him more than a handful of times, asking for a moment to speak to him and let him know how she felt or at the very least apologize for ambushing him in the middle of class like that. No response was garnered each time.

She even tried mimicking his routine, getting to class early on Monday in hopes of catching him. But, as if Harry knew she had her own plan brewing, he made a point to show up just before Stanfill started lecture, sitting in a seat on the other side of the room closest to an exit. He even adopted the habit of packing up minutes before dismissal so he was able to flee immediately following Stanfill's permission, making it impossible for (Y/N) to catch him before he was gone. Knowing it wasn't a good idea, (Y/N) even peeked on his cam-page, only to find that he had announced a brief break from his streams for the next couple of weeks; he cited being too busy to keep up, but vowed to post extra premium content when he made his return.

It felt like (Y/N)'s entire body adopted an aching cold when she read that. She ached in her joints and feared a throbbing in her head as she deflated before closing the page. She hadn't anticipated a reaction like the one he was giving, and nothing broke her heart more than the fact he was so upset that he had stopped doing his job; this was how he made his money and she had somehow embarrassed him enough into keeping him from putting food on his table.

All she wanted to do was tell him that she didn't think any less of him, that her reaction stemmed from nothing but shock. She didn't feel negatively at all about what he did to take care of himself (she was one of the many viewers who tuned in anyway, so she didn't think she had much say in whether or not it was wrong). She wanted to tell him she was sorry for the way she went about telling him, that she knew she should have waited until they were alone before she brought up something so personal. She wanted to tell him that, if he'd still have her, she wanted to be with him, no matter what he did in his free time.

She just wanted to talk to him.

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Sitting in her car, (Y/N) wasn't sure if her hands were sweaty from the ultra high heat that was coming through her vents or the fact that she was parked outside Harry's apartment complex.

After yesterday, when Harry had once again dodged her and quashed any chance of her making amends after lecture, she had broken down and confessed to Ny why she had been so blue for the past week. (Y/N) kept the details close to her chest (Harry's business wasn't something she was willing to share), but spilled to her roommate that she and Harry had gotten into a fight—that was more of a misunderstanding than anything—and he'd been avoiding her since. Ny allowed her to cry out her feelings, stinging tears slipping down (Y/N)'s cheeks through the frustration and guilt that was filling up her system. When she finished, Naomi allowed (Y/N) a moment to breathe before offering her advice.

"You need to go see him. At the very least, you'll get out what you need to say and you'll feel better."

When (Y/N) protested at the thought, Ny cut her off swiftly, her gaze calm and collected.

"The worst that can happen is that he doesn't answer you or talk—and it's not like that hasn't happened already."

(Y/N) had spent the rest of the night and the majority of her lazy Saturday morning processing her roommate's advice. Maybe it was more for her than for Harry, but she wanted him to know that he had taken her reaction the wrong way, and that she supported him no matter his profession.

So, after using all morning to scrounge up the courage to even leave the apartment, it was two in the afternoon by the time she had made it to Harry's complex, and another ten minutes of her contemplating if she made the right choice. Pushing him was the last thing she wanted to do, but she wasn't going to leave things like this with him. If after this, he still wanted to ignore her and let that be the final note of their song, she would let him, but she wanted to try at least before that note played.

Before she could overthink any further, (Y/N) hopped from her car with only the end goal in mind: see Harry.

Her brain worked on autopilot as she traced the familiar path to his apartment. The exposed staircases felt stories higher as she scaled the steps, her heart beating fast enough she worried it would give out the second she saw him. By the time his door came into view, the gilded numbers pinned to the wood, her hands were unbelievably shaky.

At first knock, she garnered no reaction. Nothing could be heard on the other side—no rustling, shuffling of feet, or even the effort to conceal any presence. She had messaged him that she was coming over, but he never responded. For all she knew, he had fled as soon as he got her text in another bid to avoid her. She wouldn't blame him.

Nonetheless, she tried again, resting her forehead on the cool surface as her eyes fluttered closed. After a second, she swore she heard something on the other side, a shuffling of feet over the laminate wood flooring, like Harry was hesitating to cross the space.

"Harry, it's me. I just want to talk to you."

Silence fell again, making (Y/N) want to cry. It would suck if this was the way it was going to end.

She waited another moment, allowing the dwindling hope in her chest to linger for a second before she snuffed it out on the way back to her car. Just as she resigned herself to the lonely trek back home, she heard a deep breath being exhaled inside the apartment. He was right there.

Still, the door remained shut as she heard his voice for the first time in over a week. "If you're here to break up with me, that's... 's fine, I jus'—I don't..."—he plundered his words before he sucked in an audible breath—"I don't need to hear all of it, I understand already. Jus' don't tell anyone. I need this job to get through school and it's harder to keep it if people know."

"Har—"

He didn't give her a moment, immediately cutting her off with his wavering voice, "I-I don't know what y'saw, but I don't want to talk about it. I know 'm weird, or whatever y'think I am, I get it. But, I really need this job, (Y/N), an—"

"Harry," she tried again, breaking through both the door and the self-deprecating tone he had taken on, "I'm not here to break up with you, I just wanted to talk to you. I miss you."

Silence responded to her, leaving only a whisper of a sniffle to be heard on the other side. She wished he would open up, allow her to see him and comfort him. The vision of him with bloodshot, watery eyes was enough to chip at her heart, especially since the sight was still so fresh to her.

"I don't think any differently of you, you know," she continued, "This doesn't change how I feel about you. You're still my Harry." Another sniffle was heard, wilting her further. "You're still my Harry who's a little too good at physics to be normal, and my cuddle buddy, and my best friend. This doesn't change any of that for me."

A beat passed before the doorknob twisted, warning (Y/N) to step back before the door swung open to reveal Harry with watery eyes and flushed cheeks.

Her heart stuttered at the sight of him. She had seen glimpses of him in class, but she feared she was forgetting what it was like to be seen by him, too. She could fall to her knees if she wasn't careful.

"Really?"

She only gave a careful nod, unwilling to trust her voice to work around the lump growing in her throat. Harry's chest shook with a deep breath, his eyes rounded and wide as he took her in. He wouldn't turn her away this far in, right?

(Y/N) felt relief wash over her muscles as he stepped aside, gesturing for her to step inside his apartment. She all but tripped over herself to cross the threshold before he could retract the offer. There was nothing like being enveloped in Harry's scent, seeing all the markers of his presence all around her again. She'd never been more relieved. Now, she just needed to finish the job.

Rounding the corner out of the short hallway that made up his foyer, she stopped in the kitchen. She was hyper aware of the sound of him tailing her on his socked feet, though she didn't feel the warmth of his gaze. Once she turned around, she practically deflated when she realized she was right.

With his eyes on his feet and his hands bundled in a heap in front of him, Harry couldn't even look at her. Despite being so close, he'd never been farther away.

"You know," she started, a feigned light-heartedness in her tone she hoped would infect the space until it was real, "If you're weird for doing those shows, I watched for a couple of months and liked that I saw—so that makes two of us, I guess."

She waited with bated breath until a smile cracked at the corner of Harry's lips, the first sign of anything positive she'd seen from him in days.

"So," he mumbled, voice deep and graveled, "You're not here to break up with me? Or stop seeing me, or stop whatever it is that we're doing?" The full of his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth when he finally peeked a look at her, the flesh being worried between the blunt ends.

"No, of course not. I'm not scared off that easily."

Finally, she was granted with a soft smile blooming across Harry's features. His glossy eyes found hers with a more familiar flush pricking his cheeks. A minute difference was made in his body language, the shift so subtle she wouldn't have noticed if she wasn't so adamant on giving him every inch of her attention. His muscles seemed less tense, leaving him with a slope in his broad shoulders, his hands less restless, and his jaw left without a tick.

"Can I.."—he swallowed as his gaze fell down the length of her body, appraising for anything he had missed—"Is it okay if I hug you?"

"Oh, Harry."

The sigh of his name came as a short warning before she closed the space between them. Her arms wrapped around his neck, peaking up to her tip-toes in an effort to hold him as close as she could. Harry didn't waste a second before dropping his face to snuggle into the crook of her neck, his arms looping around her waist as he melted into her. She felt him sigh against his neck, a contented noise slipping from his clogged throat as he burrowed into her hold.

"Sorry I got so upset," Harry murmured into her skin, his lips close enough to brush her skin and send shivers down her spine, "I never imagined this would go over well with anyone I was close to, like 'm close to you. I know 's really different, so I prepared for the worst, I guess."

(Y/N) shook her head as best she could without disrupting his cuddling form. "Don't be sorry for that. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have confronted you in the middle of class like that."

"'S okay, flower," he whispered into her skin, dotting a gentle kiss against the curve, "I shouldn’t’ve kept it from you, and lied."

Her forgiveness was given in the form of a small press of her lips to his cheek. She gave one more gentle squeeze of her arms around his neck before slowly pulling away. Harry didn't let her get very far with an arm still wrapped around her middle, tugging her along with him as he moved them to his couch.

Once on the cushions, (Y/N) let out an airy laugh as he took the liberty to arrange her how he pleased, too determined to wait for his usual permission. He pulled her legs to drape over his lap though he kept her tucked against his side with his arm now slung over her shoulders. His free hand ran over her legs, following the bend of her knee and sliding up the full of her thigh before doubling back and starting the journey over. (Y/N)'s eyes followed him the whole way, aware of the heavily chipped green polish on his fingers and sore, red cuticles that cushioned his nail beds. She was going to have to give him some TLC, she decided, the sight of his neglected nails making her pout.

"So," Harry started, a smile evident in his voice, "Y'watched me? Liked it—liked me?"

A breathy laugh fell from her lips as her mouth fell open in a gape. He was teasing her—really teasing her. This was the closest she had ever seen him to the man she had known on her computer screen.

Looking up at him, she shook her head, incredulously. "No comment."

Harry's smile turned crooked, a cocky quality taking over the curve that she had never seen from him though she could have pictured H wearing that grin through his shows.

"Its my turn to confess something," (Y/N) piped up, her hands in her lap getting a bit restless at the thought of speaking this aloud.

"Can't be much worse than m'secret, so go for it," Harry laughed, a gentle shrug of his shoulder showing just how at ease he finally was with her. It made her heart glow knowing that he was comfortable with her, even more so than she had thought.

"Well," she sang, her voice lilting around the word, "You know that girl you've privately message with and sent stuff to... for free?"

"Wait," he stopped her, brows pinching as his gaze matched her own bashful one, "How d—... Are you my sweetheart?"

She rolled her lips between her teeth, gently nodding her head in affirmation. "That's me."

Harry's eyes grew wide, the lilypad of his iris glazing over her features in disbelief. "Are y'serious?! I—I didn't see that coming at all," he laughed, his arm on her shoulders tightening, "I guess I don't feel so bad, then. I had a little bit of a crush on that girl, so 's nice knowing it was m'girlfriend."

He was taking everything in stride now, (Y/N) noticed, the blush in his cheeks lacking and his wandering eyes that struggled to settle on her if she gave him too much of her undivided attention now gone. He seemed so much more confident than she had ever seen him—it made her proud.

"You had a crush on me?" she pressed, her fidgeting fingers reaching for the knit of the striped, oversized sweater on his torso.

"I don't know," he shrugged, a shy smile taking his lips, "I thought y'were very gentle and... sweet. Very different to what was going on in the shows and in m'inbox. I liked seeing y'there."

"That's cute, Harry," she cooed, leaning further into him to press a kiss to his flushed neck, "Now, what was that about me being your girlfriend? I didn't know about that." The shy, blushing man (Y/N) had come to know made a flickering reappearance at the sound of her question, Harry trying his best to hide his pink cheeks by pulling away. "No, no," (Y/N) protested through a smile, shifting so she sat squarely on his lap with her legs on either side of his hip so he had no choice but to face her, "Don't leave."

"'M sorry, I guess we never really talked about that either, huh?" he breathed, back to his bashful ways as he kept his gaze trained on his hands as he steadied them on her thighs, "I didn't mean to assume, especially after everything."

(Y/N) shrugged, reaching for his cheeks to cradle in her palms. "It's not much of an assumption if you're right."

His eyes softened to the shade of plush moss as he raised them to match her gaze. His cheeks warmed under her hands, letting her know just how sweetly her words affected him. Harry reached to place his own hands over hers, cupping the back of them with his palms.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Harry's dimples were felt under her hands as he leant forwards and nudged his nose against her own, a gentle brushing of his smiling lips against her mouth as he whispered something to himself she didn't quite catch. She swore she heard him say something about "my girlfriend" with wonder painting his tone.

In the same beat, Harry pulled back with wide eyes, his hands falling from hers to sit on the full of her thighs.

"Wha—"

"You like m'daddy stuff! Y'told me that!"

Now it was (Y/N)'s turn to try and hide from him, shocked that he would take this moment to remember something like that. She let out a whining call of his name as she fell into his chest, abandoning his cheeks as she bundled her hands between their chest.

"You don't have to say it!" she bubbled, her complaint feeling very thin as a smile tainted her tone.

"'M jus' telling the truth. No more secrets, right?" Harry pressed, his tone just as light as her heart felt.

Still, he only wrapped his arms around her form and kept her close to his chest. (Y/N) had never been more relieved to be in his arms.

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"I can't believe y'forgot there was another lab this weekend."

"Can you really not believe it, or are you just saying that?"

(Y/N) squeezed her hand around Harry's as she gazed at him from the passenger seat, watching as a playful smile took his features. He gave a gentle shrug as he turned into the parking lot where the others from their lecture were waiting.

Stanfill had arranged another lab that was required if (Y/N) wanted any chance of passing her final, even though she promptly forgot about it after class was dismissed on Monday. Lucky for her, Harry was the best at remembering these kinds of things and reminded her the night before and offered to pick her up, leaving her in a giddy mood for the first time going into a lab.

"You know, now that I think about it," Harry mused, pursing his lips in feigned thought, "Sounds about right."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as Harry parked in a spot far away from the rest of their peers, the off campus building that Stanfill chose for their labs towering in front of them.

"You're annoying, but I would have failed this class so long ago without you," (Y/N) laughed, eager to clasp Harry's hand in hers again now that he didn't need it to drive.

"I jus' keep y'on track, y'do the rest," Harry countered, happily giving over his hand that was quickly cuddled between her two.

With the sun peering in through the window, Harry was backlit with a buttery glow from the star acting as his aura. His hair framed his face in waving strands, pieces curling around the rim of his glasses he had preemptively perched on his nose when he picked her up. The only thing that made the morning sun dim in comparison was the smile curling around his features with his dimples denting into his cheeks in loving dips.

"What?" he asked, his cheeks tinting pink at her attention.

"Nothing," (Y/N) smiled, twining her fingers between his, "Did you want to come over after this? Naomi is hanging out with Trystan and Oliver later, so we can camp out in the living room without having her walk in."

Harry dropped his gaze to their hands, his skin flushing a brighter pink than she had expected. "I—um—I've actually got to film a little after this."

He barely chanced a glance at her through his lashes as he stumbled through his words. The honesty surrounding his job was still something new for the both of them, especially for Harry to openly speak about. That day at his apartment, he had told her he never shared this secret with anyone, not even his best friend Mitch who he felt like he could tell anything to, making this adjustment period a lot more of an adjustment than he realized.

But, (Y/N) didn't want him to feel weird for telling her any of this. "Well, you can come over whenever you're done, if you want? I was planning on ordering some pizza tonight, so we could have dinner if you're able to make it."

Nothing made her happier than the gentle relief that softened his features whenever she treated him as if he really worked the marketing job he had made up for her. Using his hand in her's, he tugged her towards him, meeting her halfway over the center console.

"Thank you," he whispered, the words just a notch above silent as he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, "I'll definitely be over tonight, flower." Harry indulged her in one more soft kiss, his smile felt against her lips before pulling away. "I think we'd better go; 'm pretty sure we're the last people still out here."

"But, Stanfill isn't even he—" Before (Y/N) could finish, with his free hand, Harry pinched her chin and swiveled her head to where Professor Stanfill had parked with familiar faces from their lecture following after him into the building. "Oh."

"Don't sound so sad, you're making me upset," Harry teased, dropping a kiss to her cheek, "It'll be over before you know it—especially since 'm stealing you as m'partner."

(Y/N) couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she followed after him, finally excited about the prospect of a lab now that she knew Harry was going to be there to help her every step of the way. It was him this time that grabbed her hand when they rounded the front of his car, Harry tugging her along to trail after the main group.

"So," he started, playfully bumping his hip against her's, "Are y'gonna watch tonight? M'show, I mean."

Aside from her confession at his apartment, they hadn't talked much about the fact she was one of his viewers, leaving (Y/N) with a bubbling heat to fill her veins at the nonchalant way he asked.

"Maybe," she teased, mimicking his light-hearted tone, "Are you going to make it good?"

"You'll know if y'tune in, sweetheart."

Oh.

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"Harry, do we have to? You can just tutor me later."

(Y/N) felt his pulse pick up from where she had her lips pressed against his neck. Her physics textbook was long forgotten, having fallen into a heap on the floor when she accidentally kicked it off her bed as she moved to sit in Harry's lap. It was his fault—really! He had been the one to start up the game with her.

He had promised he would reward her with kisses after every successful material review, and after every question on their homework she answered correctly. She could argue that he should know by now how distracting these games could be to her; it was never just one kiss, one minute of indulgence. (Y/N) took advantage of his nearness every chance she could.

To be fair, she made it through a few rounds of his game before finally caving in, unable to resist the swollen puff of his raspberry lips and the curling mess that his hair was becoming with every pass of her fingers through the strands. That's how she found herself sat astride his lap, thighs split to fit his hips with her fingers tangled in the front of his sweater and her lips working over the flushed skin of his neck.

"Flower, we—" he gasped, his breathy voice wavering, "I thought y'were nervous for Friday's test? W-We've still got the back page to finish."

"We always have tomorrow to study," she pleaded, her thighs tensing around his lap when his grip on her waist tightened, "Why can't we do this for a little while, instead?" When she didn't receive any response, her desperation turned up a notch. "Please, Harry?"

Her begging finally drew a reaction from him in the shape of his warm hands abandoning her waist and coming up to cradle her cheeks in his palms. A shift appeared in his demeanor, the lines of his body growing sturdy as he took control.

"C'mere then, and kiss me properly."

(Y/N) didn't hesitate before she melted into him, willing to move in whatever position he wanted. She hummed into his mouth as he pet his thumbs over the height of her cheekbones, sealing his mouth onto hers in languid motions. He guided her through the kiss with her bottom lip tucked between his two, sweeping the tip of his tongue gently across the full of the pillow. His hands on her cheeks anchored her to the moment as he pulled her deeper and deeper with every re-angling of his lips and cant of his head.

With her hands on his chest, (Y/N) grappled for a hold as she became breathless the longer he had his mouth buttoned to hers. She swore she felt his heart beating a mile a minute under her palms.

"Harry," she sighed against him, his name sweet on her tongue.

A satisfied smile crooked his lips, the curl almost enough to keep him from properly kissing her before he strengthened the cradle of his hands on her cheeks. Though he had been sampling her taste with his tongue brushing over her bottom lip, with the sigh that slipped from her throat, he took it as an invitation to taste her in heavy sweeps. He snuck his tongue into her mouth, playing with her own before indulging in her fragrance. With every kiss, it felt like he was stealing the breath from her lungs, leaving a honey-thick glaze to drip through (Y/N)'s system that urged her to cling to him like he was the oxygen she was seeking.

Harry dropped his hands from her cheeks, finding the rounded curves of her hips with his palms instead. He shifted, bending his knees behind her to make a steadying nest of his limbs around her. At the movement, the rest of their books and notes went tumbling down onto her floor, with the clatter of what (Y/N) was sure was either his or her phone following after. She was momentarily distracted by the ruckus, attempting to pull away from Harry's kiss to make sure none of their things were damaged.

Raising one of his hands from her hips to pinch her chin, Harry stopped her from moving too far. "No," he mumbled, a small shake of his head following after with the tip of his nose nudging hers, "Gotta finish what y’started, flower."

Her concern dissolved like sugar at his words. She only gave a small sigh of his name, or at least the beginning of it before falling back into his kiss. (Y/N) wrapped her arms gently around his neck, her fingertips curling into the baby hairs that were fluffed on the back of his neck. She felt more than comfortable in his arms, his kiss something that was able to soothe her while still pulling the air from her lungs and urging her to beg for more. Her head was up in the clouds, with only thoughts of Harry with every sweep of his tongue across her own. (Y/N) had been lulled into contentment when she felt a glimpse of Harry's teeth against her bottom lip, the bite gentle while sending a sharp shiver to straighten her spine.

(Y/N) repeated the breathy call of his name, Harry happily swallowing the note with his own mouth as he soothed the bite with his tongue and affectionate kisses.

"Yeah, flower? 'M right here," he teased her, voice a low secret between them.

Her thighs tensed around his hips at the sound of his gravel deep voice with her fingers unconsciously tightening in his hair. From her vantage point on his lap, she was suddenly aware of the tent in his trousers underneath her. She couldn't stop herself before sinking deeper on his lap, allowing the bulge to press into her softness through her leggings.

If she thought his kiss was taking her breath away, nothing prepared her for the light-headed quality that settled over her at the feel of his cock against her core.

Harry seemed to sense she needed a moment to collect herself before she passed out in his arms. He dragged his mouth away from hers, his swollen lips trailing over her jawline before picking tender spots on her neck to lap and bite at.

"You know," he started, voice muffled against a particularly tender patch of skin behind her ear she could tell he was sucking a mark into, "I've thought about y'before filming or starting a show to get hard."

(Y/N) felt as if she had traded places with Harry, becoming the easily jostled one as he was now the man she had come to know through her computer screen. This was H teasing her and telling her just how much he desired her body.

Sucking in a deep breath, (Y/N)'s head fell back. Her back arched with her hair tumbling down behind her, breasts pushed against the broad of Harry's chest. Her hands in his hair had reflexively ran through the strands, tightening in the curls in hopes of steadying her racing heart.

"Really?" she squeaked out, her eyes fluttering shut at the idea of him picturing her before the shows she got off to.

"Mhm," he hummed, a smug smile felt against her skin as he dotted his lips against the lovebite he no doubt curated behind her ear. He slid down her neck, finding the tender curve that slipped into her shoulder before sinking his teeth into the flesh. "Made getting through them really easy," he murmured, voice fanning over her heated skin, "Would have been even easier if I had known I was talking to the girl of m'dreams during—even if it was through a screen."

The fact that she had tuned into his shows wasn't something that was brought up very seriously between them. Harry more liked to tease her, prodding her with sly remarks about how he knew just what she liked, asking if she was going to be watching his show that night, or whatever he could to bring a warmth to her skin and a bashful drop to her features. She'd never heard him bring it up so seriously; she'd never heard him confess to liking the fact that she used to watch him. The idea made her thighs clench and something deep in her core to tighten.

She couldn't stop herself before (Y/N) was dragging her hips over his in slow runs, the motions minute enough that it was more torturous that relieving. Harry seemed more than pleased with her reaction. His hand that had been stationed on her neck traced down the side of her form in a lingering run. He followed the swell of her breast and the curve of her waist before landing on the thick of her thigh. His arm around her waist locked in place as he pulled away from the matching lovebite he was pressing into a new spot on her neck.

"Hang onto me, sweetheart," he murmured, dipping his head to press his cheek against hers.

Without question, (Y/N) followed his instruction, looping her arms around his neck just a moment before having her world flipped around in one swift motion. Whatever other study materials had been clinging to her bed were effectively dismissed, leaving the full of her bed to the two of them. (Y/N) was left with her back pressed into her mattress, tufts of her duvet waving around her like clouds with Harry hovering above her like an angel with swollen lips and hungry eyes.

Harry didn't waste a second before resuming the art he was making on her neck, colorful splotches forming an embedded necklace in her skin. "You're s'fucking hot, (Y/N)," he groaned into the dip of her collarbone, "I couldn't get y'out of m'head when I was in front of the camera."

She keened into him, hitching her leg around his hip with her arms still stationed around his neck. "Harry, I—"

His teeth sinking into her skin effectively cut her off, the sharp glint freezing her muscles before allowing a burning relief to pump through her system. A much too satisfied smirk took over Harry's features, the lopsided curve felt clearly through the tender patch of skin he was paying his attention to.

"What was that, sweetheart? Y'want to tell me something?"

With her mouth open in a slight gape, (Y/N) floundered for her words. She barely got out the syllables of his name before her thoughts died on her tongue, leaving him to fight off a smug smile pressed into her skin. All she could concentrate on was the feel of his hands plucking at the hem of her hoodie, slipping underneath the fabric to land on the bones of her hips. His fingers curled around her form, his thumbs petting over her pelvis.

"Y'want to know what I would think about when I got myself off? Want to know all the things I wished I could do with you?"

She gave out a gasp as he bit at the soft skin of her neck, her hands reaching to grasp tightly at his shoulders. She nodded her head in short jerks, eyes fluttering shut.

A breathy laugh fanned over her skin, (Y/N) able to imagine just the self-satisfied smile that Harry was surely sporting. "I used to think about you," he mused, adjusting his grip on her hips to slide his fingers into the waist of her leggings, "about filming with you."

He tucked his fingertips under the tight fabric of her pants, the spandex curling over itself under the force of his hands. The blunt of his nails slid smoothly over her thighs the further down he pushed the fabric. (Y/N) wasn't even sure what her body was reacting to when her stomach clenched and her hands on his shoulders tightened to a piercing grip: his words or his touch?

"F-Filming with me?" she whispered, voice broken under the weight of her pleasure.

"Mhm," Harry hummed, abandoning the string of lovebites he made to decorate her neck and sliding to lay between her spread legs. His feet hung off the edge of her small bed, the same bed she had unknowingly fantasized about him in after watching his H character on screen. "I wanted to have a video of you all for myself. See what it looked like when I took care of you."

Before she realized it, Harry had her leggings off her body and balled up in a pile on the floor as he sat on his knees before her. She was left in only her panties, the weighted air that was developing around the room coming to lay over her. Using his solid grip on her legs, he raised her ankles to be level with his face. A sidelong glance was delivered in her direction as Harry dipped his head down and pressed small kisses to the bones of her ankles, his hands following after as he slowly worked his way upwards to lay on his stomach between her thighs. He brushed his lips against the sensitive skin, his nose skimming along as he kept his eyes trained on her face.

"I thought about this," he murmured, words smeared against the inside of her thigh as his hands squeezed the flare of her hips, "Having y'there with me, legs spread for me jus' like this." He fiddled with the waistline of her panties, tugging at the delicate seams that stitched the satin together. With his eyes still watching for her reactions, gazing at her through the frame of his lashes, Harry moved to plant a gentle kiss on the base of her stomach, just above the line of her underwear.

(Y/N)'s tummy jumped at the tickling feel of his kiss, her breath catching in her throat. The curls of his hair worked as their own stimulant, brushing over her skin in feather-light brushes that made her skin feel tight under his attention. Her hands had since retreated to the tufts of duvet around her, leaving her to clench the fabric roughly between her fingers.

"Harry, I—Please," she gasped, unsure of anything else other than she wanted him to keep going.

A breathy laugh fell from his lips, his amusement fanning across her heated skin. "Everyone would get to see how gorgeous y'are. How pretty y'look with me. They'd see how good y'are for me, too."

(Y/N) almost wanted to whine when he pulled his face away from the apex of her thighs, watching as he moved to lay his head with his cheek pressed into the plush of her thigh. For the first time since situating himself between her legs, Harry's eyes drifted from her own to land on one of his hands playing with her panties. He looked so casual in his position, as if he wasn't playing a teasing game with her.

"Were these expensive, sweetheart?"

She blanched at his sudden subject change, dropping her gaze to where he tugged at her underwear with complete focus. "No, b—"

"Are these your favorite?"

"N-no, wh—"

Before she could finish any of her questions, Harry fisted his hands around the seams of her underwear and snapped the thread holding it all together. The misshapen fabric lay in tatters before he tugged it away from her body and threw it to join the pile of her leggings.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of him, his muscles clear even under the layer of his hoodie concealing his form. While she knew this was Harry—all of the teasing remarks and strong points of dominance—she still couldn't believe this was her Harry. He used to blush every time she looked at him and struggled with holding her hand for a month, and now he was ripping her panties because he couldn't wait even a second longer to see all of her.

He didn't waste a second before he dipped his head and pressed small kisses to her hips, his hands rucking up her hoodie to settle in the curve of her waist. "I thought about this all the time," he murmured, words dripping over her skin like honey though it was never enough to quell any of the tightness in her tummy, "Getting to take y'like this. Have everyone see how perfect y'are and how much I adore you. You'd be the star."

(Y/N) hadn't realized her eyes had fluttered closed until she felt his hands reaching for hers in the bundles of bedding around her. He gently took her wrists, startling her into blinking her bleary eyes open. He brought her hands to slip into his hair and anchor her to the moment, his gaze matching hers through the crown of his lashes. His warmth radiated into her palms, giving her another thing to focus on that was just Harry.

Harry kissed his way from her hips to her core, "What do y'think, flower? Haven't got a lot to say right now, do you?"

There was just a ghost of a smug smile on his lips before he settled further into her mattress and pressed a smearing kiss to her clit. (Y/N) jumped in her spot, ill-prepared for the jolt that went up her spine at the feel of his lips on her pussy. She was grateful for the hold she had on his hair, especially when the tug she gave elicited a rumbling groan from the back of his throat. He had to fight to keep his eyes open as she felt his tongue swipe through her folds, the tip parting her slit and allowing him a taste. His arms wrapped around her thighs from underneath, giving Harry a grip along the sensitive inside as her legs pillowed his head.

"Hm, sweetheart?" he prodded, his voice feeling heavy on her wetness.

"I—oh my god—What about your face?" she gasped, unsure of what exactly was coming out of her mouth, "Pe-People would see you."

Though he had pressed her for a response, Harry didn't interrupt himself for even a second to answer her. He flattened his tongue against her clit and nuzzled into her, nose skimming her mound. Her thighs tensed in his hands, her muscles bunching together before he dipped his tongue lower and prodded at her clenching opening. He stroked her in tight runs with the broad of his tongue, lapping through her folds. His arms around her legs allowed him to press her tightly against his face, his nose buried against her clit with his chin growing wet with her slick.

Harry pulled away with a deep breath, his eyes never leaving the mess he was making between her legs. His face glistened in the lowlight of her bedroom as he abandoned his hold on one of her thighs and traced his fingers around her pussy. (Y/N)'s toes curled into the bedding that surrounded his sides, her own bucking up against his fingers.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart," he mumbled, voice raw and breathless, "I don't care if they see me—I don't care as long as its with you."

(Y/N) had almost forgotten what he was talking about having had her lungs squeezed of air and thoughts left tainted with only one name. But, the reminder that he wanted to film her—film himself eating her out—tugged at the knot in her stomach and further tangled her nerve-endings.

"Oh my—Harry," she gasped, fingers tight in his hair.

"Yeah?" he smiled, a smug curl to his lips, "Y'like that idea, sweetheart? Want to be my video girl and have everyone see jus' how well I take care of you?"

She wasn't even aware she was nodding her head until Harry breathed a laugh against her, his fingers still prodding and poking in teasing runs at her pussy. She never thought she'd be into something like that, honestly, never having had the desire to film herself doing anything intimate. But the way Harry described it, like it was a dedication to how much he adores her and a way to show off how well she was taken care of, changed everything. It didn't feel so dirty the way he talked about it.

Maybe it was nothing other than the lust glazing her mind, but (Y/N) almost wished there was a camera on them now to record the first time they indulge themselves in one another.

"You're so cute, flower—makes me want to fuck y'so hard," Harry laughed into her skin.

He dotted a single kiss to the inside of her thigh before ducking into her pussy. He brought his lips to her clit, kissing at the bud and lapping with his tongue while two of his fingers edged at her opening. She felt him everywhere, surrounded by every bit of his presence. If only she could kiss him at the same time, but she figured his efforts were better spent elsewhere.

"You're not gonna tell me, sweetheart?" he teased, referencing his question that still had no answer. His lips smeared over her clit, muffling his words, "That's okay. Y'can tell me later how much y'love it when y'can think properly again."

(Y/N) wanted to be embarrassed with how out of it she was, how she wasn't able to form much of a thought with Harry all over her, but she had much more pleasant things to worry about.

Harry shuffled on the bed between her legs, taking his fingers from her for just a second so he could throw her legs over his shoulders. "Ready, flower?" he hummed, taking his two fingers and prodding at her tight entrance.

"Please, please," (Y/N) whined, breathless as she chanced a look at him. She barely caught the edge of his self-satisfied smile before he dipped his head and worked his tongue through her folds and over her clit just as he slipped his fingers inside.

It was a snug fit, (Y/N) realized, his fingers much larger than her own that she had been utilizing for the better part of the last year. She keened at the contact, his fingertips expertly finding the spongy spot by her entrance others had struggled to find even after multiple sessions with her. Her gasping breaths attempted to form the sound of his name as he sucked her clit between his lips while his fingers inside her curled against her spot, but she barely got past the first syllable before it died on her tongue. Her toes curled against his back and hips bucked into his face, Harry moaning against her form with each show of pleasure she made.

With a particularly harsh stroke of his fingers, Harry lingered on the soft spot on her walls, circling his fingertips over the delicate flesh as best he could through her tightness. Along with the feel of his nose buried in her wetness and her clit tucked between his lips, (Y/N) didn't know how much longer she was going to last.

"Harry!" she cried, her back arching with her breasts brushing against the cotton lining the inside of her hoodie, "I—Oh, I'm—"

"Yeah, 'm right here, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath coming out in pants the few times he managed to pull away, "That your spot? Did I find it?"

Harry didn't let up for even a second now that he got her sloppy confirmation, her panting breaths and bucking hips enough to tell him everything he needed to know. Each thrust of his fingers inside was just foreplay for the moment he made contact with the spongy spot, taking every moment of reprieve from (Y/N) until she was close enough to the edge she worried she was going to explode.

He sucked tightly at her clit before popping off, a wet noise resounding from his lips. "Y'close, sweetheart? I can feel y'squeezing me."

"Uh-huh," she whined, nodding her head with her hair a messy halo laid out on her pillow, "So close."

"Gonna make y'cum so hard, flower," he bragged, stopping the strokes of his fingers until he was focused solely on massaging her g-spot.

The constant attention on her soft spot, along with the feel of smearing kisses and dragging sucks placed on her clit was enough to elevate (Y/N) to another level she had never been on. It felt like her body was squeezing everything out of her: the air in her lungs, the tears in her ducts, and the slick that dripped from inside her. Harry's fingers kept her plugged though she worried for the burst that was bound to happen.

"H-Harry, wait," she breathed, her grip on his hair weak now that she was focused on keeping everything in though it begged to burst out of her, "It's t-too much, hold on."

Harry only shook his head, his tongue lapping over her clit before pulling away with a pop. "No, 's okay, sweetheart. Keep going, jus' let it out, yeah? Don't hold it in."

"B-But—"

"Cum for daddy, sweetheart."

Something triggered in her the second she had heard the words she had only heard through her speakers before then. She allowed her body to both clench and release at the same time; her lungs were left empty, her voice broken, with tears leaking from the corner of her eyes while the rest of her body was left with tightly coiled muscles. Harry pulled his fingers from her pussy, leaving one last place for her to release.

(Y/N) couldn't keep track of everything she was feeling as her vision descended to a white glare behind her eyelids. The only reason she knew Harry was still with her was the fact she could feel his hair between her fingers and the faint feeling of his breath washing over her slit. He hadn't been joking when he told her he was going to make her cum hard.

Her fingers and toes felt sore as she came down, the appendages having been curled so tightly that her bones felt brittle as she released the position. Air came to her in deep pants and choked sighs though she struggled to open her eyes at all. Cooling tear tracks could be felt dripping from the seams of her eyes and into her hairline. She was sensitive to everything.

Especially the feel of Harry pressing wanton kisses to her pussy, even though she was clearly out of commission for the rest of the night.

"Harry, st-stop," she croaked out, using the leverage she held in his hair to pull him back, "I'm too—It's too much."

Managing to finally peel her eyes open, she peeked down at him through her hazy vision. Her heart stopped when she caught sight of the drips falling from his chin, his cheeks and nose shining in the same slick that glazed his lips. Even the collar of his hoodie was darkened and damp with what (Y/N) was too scared to admit was from her.

All the while, the lopsided smile on Harry's face never wavered, satisfaction coloring his features.

"I made y'squirt."

Her mouth fell in a gape, drawing her hands from his hair to bundle at her middle as she felt shy all of the sudden. She wished she could close her thighs, conceal Harry's view, but she knew better than to try with him still between her.

"I-I... Harry, I've never," she floundered, her voice just a hair above a whisper.

"I know." His hands massaged at her thighs, the sensitive insides left coated in slick and dripping just like her core.

She was mortified. (Y/N) didn't even know her body could do something like that, but of course the first time it happens is all over Harry's face. No one liked a face full of cum without warning.

"I'm so sorry, I-I can't believe th—"

"Why are y'sorry, silly?" Harry laughed, pressing a goodbye kiss to the inside of her thigh before abandoning the space between her legs. He fit his hips against her's, uncaring of the wetness that was no doubt going to stain his sweatpants. He settled in above her with a grin on his lips, dimples deep in his shining cheeks. Swiping a hoodie covered hand over the bottom half of his face, Harry wiped away the remains of her dripping arousal, "I don't know why you're apologizing to me. I was trying to do that—I liked it."

"You were?" she murmured, eyes rounding out as she gazed up at him.

"Mhm," he hummed, reading to cradle her cheek with his clean hand, "Y'think that happened on accident?"

"I just...I never thought I could do that," she breathed, sinking into the bed below her.

"Hm," Harry hummed, feigning a guise of thought, "We'll jus' have to find out what else y'can do then, won't we?"

"I guess so," she laughed, her eyes fluttering closed as she fisted his hoodie in her palms.

Harry dropped a short kiss to her lips, the contact innocent despite what had just transpired between them. She could feel his smile through the kiss, Harry lingering for just a second before slowly detangling himself from her. "Ny's still out, right?"

"Yeah, why?" she yawned, finally closing her legs now that he wasn't blocking her from doing so.

"'M going to grab something to clean y'up with. I'll be right back, flower."

(Y/N) only nodded her head and sighed as she settled in her bedding. She felt warm all over, from the tips of her aching toes to the messy hair at the top of her head. Her skin was bare, but she felt the cover of Harry's affection seeping into her bones and swathing her like a blanket or his arms around her body.

Harry returned moments later, stripped from his hoodie to leave the white t-shirt he had on underneath the only thing covering his torso. His face was clean and fresh looking, with only the smallest smears of wetness darkening his grey sweatpants revealing what had happened not even ten minutes earlier. A damp flannel was held in his hand as he toed away her discarded clothes that littered the floor.

"Stay still for me, love," he mumbled to her as he dropped to his knees at the edge of her bed. He gently pried her thighs open, his hands soft and tender as he moved her. He kept her steady when she jumped at the first contact with the washcloth, a stutter in her breath occurring. "Y'feel alright? I didn't push y'too hard, did I? I know y'asked me to slow down, but I knew it would feel so good for y'if I kept going."

"No, no," she shook her head, playing with the strings on her hoodie as she peeked down at him, "I just wasn't expecting it that's all. It felt good."

(Y/N) became hyper aware of the fact he still hadn't cum tonight when something hungry flashed over his eyes. "Can't wait to see y'do it again," he murmured, his eyes fixing to where he was cleaning her up.

"Not tonight," she laughed, twirling the hoodie string over her finger, "I don't know if you could tell, but I think I'm out of order for the rest of the night. And, we need to do some laundry before Ny comes home, I think."

"Maybe," he smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of her knee before standing to the full of his height, "All clean. Let me grab y'some clothes."

(Y/N) directed him to one of her drawers in her dresser, where a pair of burgundy sweats were folded on top. She expected him to go hunting for another pair of underwear for her, only for him to resume his position at her feet and help her into the comfortable pants.

"Ready?" he asked once he had the elastic waistband tucked against her hips.

"Mhm, thank you," (Y/N) smiled, sitting up though her posture was still a bit shaky.

A crooked smile took Harry's features as he looked up at her. "Can I have a kiss before we start some laundry?"

With her hands cradling his cheeks, (Y/N) happily pressed her lips against his own. The kiss was tender and sweet, the polar opposite to the person he was between her legs.

But, she knew that was still her Harry, no matter what side decided to share with her.

—————

It was routine now the way (Y/N) consistently copied off of Harry's notes. She didn't even bother listening to Stanfill anymore now that she had a much more competent teacher beside her.

Harry was always well aware of her wandering eyes finding his paper. He never failed to give her a good view of his notes and let her take a lingering peek whenever there was something longer he had written down. But, Harry was still much faster than she was typing in her version of his notes, allowing him to be almost a full page ahead of her at any given time.

That was why she hadn't even noticed he had stopped taking proper notes, until she came to the section he was working on. The heading was titled with her name, a rudimentary heart floating in the space beside it. Underneath was a list of compliments and suggestions he had for how they should use their free time after class.

-you look really pretty.

-after this, we should hide in your car for a little while and kiss before you go home. and I know you're going to tell me no because you don't want me to be late to class, but I don't care.

-I adore you

When she peeked up to look at him, a warmth blooming behind her cheeks, she found Harry facing forward with his teeth biting back his smile. His face was dusted into a light pink when he felt her eyes on him, dimples denting deeper into his cheeks. He'd been waiting for her to notice.

"You know," (Y/N) whispered, reaching across to be level with his ear, "We could kiss right now. Why wait til after class."

Though he was smiling, his blush climbing to the tips of his ears, he hushed her. "Don't tempt me," he warned, though (Y/N) figured it wasn't much of an unappealing threat.

Nonetheless, she pressed a quick kiss to his heated cheek, just at the very corner of his lips.

"(Y/N)..."

"Do we have any questions back there, Mr. Styles?"

Stanfill's voice boomed throughout the lecture hall, Harry straightening his posture at the sound. He didn't lose the glowing smile on his lips, (Y/N) noticed, the curl only growing when he reached across and settled his hand on her thigh under the cover of the table.

"No, sir."

Even when Professor Stanfill hmph'd and continued on with his monotonous lecture, (Y/N) couldn't look away from the blushing boy beside her. To think she had dreamed about him for months—all facets of him—and now he was hers.

Maybe she did like her Physics class.

—————

a reflection causes waves to change direction before returning to its origin

omg its all over:( I really really hope everyone enjoyed reading along w me and thank u so much for sticking with me and loving this story as much I do thank you so much!!!!! sorry for any mistakes and if you have ideas ideas for what kind of blurbs you want for them or any other series please send them in!!

🥺 so good

I wanna see gang yn tell Harry she’s pregnant- or see little moments between them while she’s pregnant, like finding out they’re having twins. 🥺

okay but I imagine this.

tw: violence, blood, weapons, smut

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There is currently three dead men in their warehouse.

Harry has another one tied to a creaky old wooden chair, interrogating him with a sharp knife on his cheek, “Where the fuck is Richie? I know you killed one of my men.”

The man spits at Harry, leaning away from the blade, “Fuck you. I’m not talkin’.”

YN is watching casually from where she’s sitting on a countertop, a iced coffee in her hand, and she’s just admiring how hot her husband is.

His long hair is pulled up in a bun, his sharp jaw clenched, blood on his white shirt that’s clung a bit to his body with sweat and other fluids.

He’s so lean, muscular with bulging biceps, abs taut under his clothes. Her name tattooed proudly on his neck, little beads of sweat.

Harry slices down his cheek, tearing the skin open, “Tell me right now or I’m goin’ t’kill you. This is your last warning. I am about to show you why they call me Diablo,” Harry seethes, the knife dragging down to his neck.

He refuses to speak, Harry gets impatient and pulls out his weapon of choice - his desert eagle and delivers one resounding shot.

Harry looks unsympathetically at the rival gang members, his own men sitting back and letting the leader work.

The associates began to scuttle around to begin the clean up process.

Her husband tugs off his shirt and then shimmies out of his tight black jeans - tossing them carelessly by the bodies so his men can dispose of them.

Just in his tight briefs, his intricate morale of the depth of hell and the devil decorating his whole chest and stomach.

Then he’s trailing over to his wife, grabbing her jaw and searing their lips together for a long kiss as she runs a hand over his tensed abs.

It’s not the right moment, well it wouldn’t be for a normal couple but they weren’t any normal couple to start off with.

“I want to have a baby,” YN blurts out as her husband’s hands grip onto her thighs to pull her center against his.

Harry doesn’t look surprised often.

His mossy green eyes widen, puffy lips parting, as he searches her relax, open face, “You want me t’put a baby in you?”

She nods, feeling a nervous fluttering, they’d been married for three years - it had been on her mind a lot.

“If you aren’t - I know we’ve been talking about it. But if it’s not some-“ She stutters out as she observes Harry’s stoic face.

He leans forward, cupping her face, and telling her firmly, “I will give you whatever y’want, sweetheart. If y’want me to make y’a mommy - I’ll do it right now.”

By this point the men had dragged the bodies out to a nondescript van and were pouring industrial grade bleach on the tiled floor.

Harry turns around and booms, “Get the fuck out, right now.”

The associates pause, confused, Greg speaks, “But we just start-“

In true Harry form, he grabs his gun next to his wife, and fires at warning shot at their feet, “Fuck off or next time it’s going to be y’leg.”

They run out like there’s fire under their arses.

YN shouldn’t get wetter at that but she does.

He turns around after the leave, wastes no time to in yanking her shirt over her head, bra, and then roughly stripping off her legging, and panties

“Fuckin’ look at you, made you my wife, now m’make y’the mother of my babies,” Harry hisses when YN sneaks her hand in his briefs to tug his thick length out.

“Remember when we first met. You told me you never wanted to even have a girlfriend, let alone a wife. You told me you didn’t want kids,” YN murmurs as she pumps him with a firm grip.

Harry groans into her mouth, “Baby, jus’ like tha’. All that changed when I fell f’you.”

YN swipes her thumb over the tip before tugging the fabric down his narrow hips and guiding him right into where she’s so warm and ready for him.

“You told me love was made up by pathetic stupid people who were too dumb to realize it was a scam,” She reminds him, breath hitching when he stretches her perfectly.

-

As they’re waiting for drinks, Harry scoffs at a young couple kiss and cooing at each other on the other side of the way.

It was a really shady bar.

They were there to do business together - Harry and YN - nothing more than that.

“Fuckin’ idiots,” He shakes his head, swigging down his whiskey dry as soon as it’s placed in front of him - he doesn’t even flinch.

“They’re in love,” YN defends with a small smiles as she watches the man make the girl giggle with glee - just happiness.

“So y’a fucking idiot too?” Harry asks meanly, giving her a glance over with a pursed lip, “Guess y’beauty and no fuckin’ brains.”

“You have a real way with women, charmer,” She replies sarcastically, sipping her whiskey sour.

Harry laughs with a tinge of arrogance, “I don’t need charm. Any women and most men in this bar would fuck if they had the chance.”

“Well I’ll be one who won’t,” YN says haughtily.

His jaw clenches subtly, “Don’t be bitter, darling. Love is made up. It doesn’t exists. It’s for weak-minded little sheeps like you.”

—-

Harry takes a deep inhale, eyes dark as night, teeth bared as he tells her, “Our love isn’t what other average people have. I still believe all of that. My love f’you is s’strong I’d fuckin’ die for you this second.”

YN moans when he fucks in hard enough to make her skid back on the counter - he grips her harder and anchors her back down.

“D’you think any other man would do tha’ f’their wife? I mean truly do that? No. I’ve seen men let their wives die to save themselves,” Harry grits out, tugging her legs around his waist.

She is panting, not able to get a word out between breathes, he’s giving it to her so fucking well. Her nipples brushing against his sweaty chest, making it feel so much better.

Her grips her jaw hard, “Answer me.”

“Baby, I know, I know. I love you, please,” She begs loudly, whining when he wraps his hand around her neck.

“Open,” Harry orders, hand forcing her mouth open before spitting and then chasing it with his tongue into her mouth.

“H, m’coming.” YN warns him, pushing her hips into his until their skin is slapping and making noise in the room.

“Y’get so sweet when I’m fuckin’ you,” Harry praises, tweaking her nipple as she wets his cock even more than before.

He speeds up, sweat beading down his temple, he curses and grunts, “Gonna give y’a baby, give you anythin’.”

And when they finally slow to a halt, catching their breath, he whispers in a syrupy soft voice, “You’re my everything.”

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peer pressure

summary: you had never given in to peer pressure; however, you couldn’t help but give in to your best friend’s. — or, in which frat!rafe realized he didn’t want to be your best friend anymore. (inspired by peer pressure by julia michaels and james bay)

pairing: frat!rafe x innocent bestfriend!reader

a/n: in my head this was supposed to be much more sexy than fluffy but i’m a flangst slut and i can’t help it. i’m kinda insecure about some parts but i really wanted to post it so i hope you like it! and big thanks to @tee-swizzle for being the sweetest person on earth and supporting me when i thought everything about this was shit lol (also i probably should’ve proofread it one more time but i’m too lazy and tired to do that)

warnings: SMUT 18+!!, innocence kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetration, loss of virginity, alcohol, rafe chokes someone (oops), lil bit of angst but mostly fluff towards the end

word count: 9.9k

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You had always hated those loud college parties, mixed with a fog of alcohol and smoke and a crowd of horny students, ready to find their companion for the rest of the night. And yet, there you were, doing exactly what everyone was.

You had never gotten drunk, however the knowledge that your best friend was there for you, protecting you like he always did, had convinced you to try a drink, or three, maybe five? Well, the number of drinks you had had wasn’t important, you still had another in your hand as you swayed your hips to the music.

You were standing on a table in the middle of the living room of the frat house where the party was taking place, raising your arms and unconsciously making your crop top reveal even more your naked skin. You could hear some men cheering and laughing, but you obliviously didn’t believe that those were about you.

Suddenly, a hand started tugging on your wrist, pointing your attention to the owner; a smile broke out on your face at the sight of your best friend, although he didn’t look much happy.

“What are you doing up there? Get down!” He shouted to make sure you heard him through the loud music.

To say Rafe was furious is an understatement; every single guy was eyeing you even from across the room, the drunk girl that was half naked and was dancing for anyone to see.

“But I’m having fun!” Your pouting lips would’ve absolutely floored him if he hadn’t been too busy with assuring that you were safe and away from some of the perverts that were hanging out at the party.

He said your name sternly and when you looked at his expression, you couldn’t disobey him. Every time he gazed at you with those piercing blue eyes and that unreadable look in them, you became putty in his hands, and you were pretty sure he knew it.

You accepted his hand and let him help you sit on the table you were previously standing on and then leave the surface, your feet thumping on the ground as you jumped off. He didn’t say anything as he led you upstairs and walked you towards his room.

When you got to the door, you turned around to face him and threw your arms around his neck, studying his face as a confused look began to form on his features. Your hands slowly fell from their previous position to his chest while his breath itched at the contact; you had never been so forward.

“You’re pretty,” you giggled.

He chuckled at your words, “thanks, sweetheart,” his fingers gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and your eyes closed at the wonderful feeling that was his touch, “let’s get you to bed now, mh?”

You whined and looked up at him, “I don’t wanna! Wanna stay here with you.”

“I’ll stay with you, don’t worry.”

Rafe leaned in to open the door but you took advantage of the situation and placed your hands on his cheeks, bringing his face close to yours as you pecked his lips. His eyes widened and you giggled again before kissing his mouth, savoring the feeling of his soft lips brushing against yours. A hand was gently placed on your waist, keeping you close to his body. Rafe completely forgot about your state for a second, he had been dreaming about the taste of your mouth and of your cherry chapstick since the moment he had met you.

Your lips slightly parted on their own and he got a taste of the strong alcohol on your breath, reminding him of what he was doing.

Shit.

He, reluctantly, pulled away, “you’re drunk.”

“‘m not,” you slurred, reaching for the collar of his polo shirt to bring him down again, but he pushed you away.

“You should go to sleep, sweetheart.”

Rafe opened the door that was behind you and gently pushed you inside as you stumbled a little, his hands the only reason why you were still standing on your feet. You threw yourself on his bed and nuzzled your head against his pillow as he lowly chuckled at your antics. He had never seen you like this and he had to admit that seeing you drunk for the first time was a sight, although his hands itched to touch you again.

He brought you some water and made you sit up, before he brought the small bottle to your lips. Once you drank enough and pulled away from the plastic, you let your hand cradle his face again as you tilted your head to the side, admiring his features.

“You’re a good friend, Rafe,” you sighed.

He sent you a sweet smile and softly kissed your forehead, “goodnight, pretty girl.”

“Mhh, night,” your head hit the comfortable pillow, Rafe’s scent crowding your senses, “I liked the kiss, by the way.”

He swore he almost choked on his own spit, but when he looked at you, you had already fallen asleep, leaving him a confused mess.

You and Rafe had been friends for a year, and became really close, so much that you believed you were each other’s best friend. There wasn’t one thing that he wouldn’t do for you and it was obvious to anyone how much affection there was between you, which made jealousy grow among your peers. You see, Rafe was hot, that’s how every single person on campus described him, and it wasn’t a secret that lots of people had a crush on him. He’d had his long line of meaningless hookups and yet, for some reason, he wanted you in a different way. Was he madly attracted to you? Of course, but there was something else that lured him in your arms, and that was a first for him. He craved you, everyday, and the way you always batted those pretty eyelashes at him, innocently, as if you didn’t know what you were doing to him, drove him insane. The thing was, you really didn’t know what you were doing, and although you and him had been friends for a long time, he didn’t know how much inexperienced you were. However, Rafe wasn’t the only person that people gawk at when he walked into a class or a party; you spent so much time at the frat house he lived at that lots of guys had taken interest in you, but you were oblivious to their advances…or at least when they still tried to flirt with you. Once word got around of how protective your best friend was of you, no one tried to be more than just friendly.

Unbeknownst to him, Rafe had been your first kiss and the only thing that you regretted was that you had been so drunk that he probably thought you didn’t want it; but you did.

That night, he couldn’t get you out of his head. His dirty mind kept thinking about your hands on his chest, and what if he had been shirtless? Your perfectly manicured nails raking down his naked skin, his lips pressed against your neck; he dreamed about the sound of your whimpers and moans of his name. He had never wanted someone so badly, he wanted to make you his and let everyone know that they weren’t allowed to touch his girl.

The morning after, you woke up with a pounding headache, wrapped in the covers of Rafe’s bed as he slept on the floor, a pillow and a couple of blankets the only things that kept him comfortable. You couldn’t really remember much of the night before, but you sure as hell knew that you had gotten drunk and that your friend had taken care of you, which made a smile creep up on your face.

You looked down at him and at his perfect features, analyzing everything about his sleeping expression: his beautiful eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly agape as soft snores came out of it, his hair was a mess and you had to stop yourself from reaching down and run your fingers through it.

“‘S not nice to stare, y’know?” Rafe’s voice pulled you out of your trance and a rosy blush formed on your cheeks at his words.

“Sorry, I was-“

He chuckled, “I was just kidding, sweetheart,” he stretched his tired and stiff limbs before resting his weight on his elbows to look up at you, “how you feeling?”

You snuggled further into the pillow under your head, enjoying the fact that it still smelled like your favorite boy, “my head hurts.”

He all but giggled at the sight of your pout, but it didn’t last long for it reminded him of when you had pressed your perfect lips against his and had made him a flustered mess. He raised from the floor and started rummaging through your bag, knowing full well you had to had something for your headache, and you did. He walked back to his bed and sat next to you as he handed you the aspirin and the water bottle that was still on his bedside table from the night before. You sent him a weak smile in appreciation, melting his insides at the sight, and downed the pill by tipping your head back.

Once you had managed to swallow the medicine, he completely laid his legs on the bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his whole body aching to have you close to him. You accepted the gesture and cuddled closer to him, resting your arm around his torso.

“Thank you,” you mumbled before relaxing completely against him chest.

Did you remember about the kiss? That was what Rafe kept wondering about. Was that just a drunk mistake or was there something else beneath it? Did you want it?

To be honest, you didn’t remember; not at first, at least. But even when the memories began to come back to you, you were so embarrassed that your true feelings for him had been spilled that you couldn’t talk to him about, and neither did he. Weeks went by and nothing ever came up, between exams and Rafe getting sick, there was never a good time. You didn’t forget about the things he had said to you when he was delirious from his high fever: “y’know how i feel ‘bout you, darlin’; ‘s not a secret. When you kissed me that night - shit. Was so glad you were drunk, ‘cause if you hadn’t been, ‘m not sure i would’ve been able to stop.”

The words replayed in your head like a broken record. Had he meant them? How could you have ever known how he felt about you? He was supposed to be your best friend, for God’s sake!

Therefore you tried to push away all of your instincts, and so did he. Until one night, you dropped the bomb.

You were in the living room, sitting on the couch with your legs propped up on Rafe’s lap, some of the guys were sprawled out on the couch opposite to yours and on the floor as you all went around asking some questions about each other. It was supposed to be a bonding moment for them, but they had also invited you, claiming that you were an honorary member and deserved to be there; you had been so happy when Rafe had told you how important that was.

Nate, your best friend’s roommate, had just finished talking about the first time he had gotten drunk and his parents had grounded him for trying to enter his house by breaking his window, when he turned to you, ready to ask you something about yourself.

“Alright, Y/n, tell us about…your first kiss,” he asked nonchalantly, after all they had all answered to much more personal questions, hell, one of them had described their first time, which wasn’t pretty at all, but you still felt on display. None of them knew the truth and although he had probably asked that question because he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable with a more personal one, you couldn’t shake off the blush on your cheeks.

You were pretty sure the tips of your ears turned bright red as you avoided everyone else’s eyes, especially Rafe’s, although you wished he would have come to your rescue and told him to change the question; instead, he turned his head to you, slightly tilting his head.

“Y’know, you’ve never told me ‘bout it,” he said, curiosity, and obliviousness, clear in his tone.

Of course, you couldn’t sense the jealousy laced in his voice.

“C’mon, we don’t need the details! At least tell us who it was with,” Nate inquired, not realizing that your shyness wasn’t about the kiss itself but the person you had shared it with.

“It was with…uhm, Rafe,” you mumbled, barely audible as they all stared at you, none of them understanding what you had just said.

“What?” One of the guys asked.

You took a deep breath, “I said,” you swallowed thickly, “it was with Rafe.”

Some of them chuckled and others clapped, while a couple of ‘i knew it’ and ‘i sure don’t do that with my best friend’ rang across the room. You tentatively turned to him, his eyes ready to pop out of his skull. What you didn’t know was that you had turned him on with just a couple of words, no way you had never kissed anyone; he knew you weren’t experienced in that area, but God, the fact that you were that inexperienced had made him, for some reason, so feral that he wanted to be the one to take the rest of your firsts, he wanted them to belong to him and no one else’s.

Rafe stood up and took your hand as he wordlessly led you outside the room, the guys’ cheering loud and clear while he flipped them without even turning around. He brought you to his room, not a word shared between you as he closed the door.

“Rafe, listen,” you tried to finally break the excruciating silence but he stopped you, gazing at you from across the room.

“Is it true?”

“What?”

“Is it true that I was your first kiss or did you just say that for giggles and shit?” His voice was firm and he almost sounded angry as he was determined on keeping his distance from you.

“Why would I lie about that? Of course it’s true!”

He took a couple of steps towards you as you were leaned against his desk; your position gave him a good show of your exposed legs from your short skirt and he had to use all of his self control to stop looking at them and focus on your face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice lowered and the air thickened around you.

You shrugged, “you never asked.”

His intense gaze made something you couldn’t put a name to grow in you; actually, you knew what it was, what he had made you feel for a while since your first kiss, and maybe even before that: desire; and yet you still lied to yourself about your feelings for your best friend. The more he walked closer to you, the more the feeling grew and you didn’t know how to stop it.

He licked his lips and looked away for a moment, “I didn’t know you could remember that night.”

“I was drunk and it was the first time so I couldn’t remember who the kiss was with nor the details,” you sighed heavily as you threw your head back for a second, showing him your neck and everything in him ached to mark your perfect skin up, “I realized it was you only a couple of days later.”

He took another step, his legs brushing against yours.

“You never brought it up.”

“Neither did you,” you broke eye contact, too embarrassed to let him see the contrasting emotions written all over your face, “why are we talking about this, Rafe? What’s the problem?”

He completely hovered over you, his hands on either side of your body as he rested his weight on them; you had to tilt your head back to look at him, so close that you could feel his heavy breaths.

“The problem is that I didn’t want our first kiss to happen like that,” he rasped.

You swallowed, looking into his ocean blue eyes, which had gotten darker, more intense, as he stared down at you. You tried not to tremble under his gaze; no one had ever made you feel like he did.

“How was it supposed to happen?” you whispered.

He bent his head to whisper in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers up your spine as his lips brushed against your lobe, “I was supposed to take you in my arms and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe anymore.”

Goosebumps littered your skin, the little hairs on your neck standing straight as he kissed your jaw once, then your neck, before continuing his speech with his lips against your skin, “until our lips were swollen,” another kiss, “and you could barely think about anything else but me,” your hand instinctively flew in his hair to gently push it out of his face as a smirk etched onto his mouth. A not at all unfamiliar sensation began growing between your legs, which made you press them together and, thankfully, he didn’t notice, too entranced by the way your chest heaved up and down due to your labored breathing.

“I wanted you to be sober so that you would remember every single detail ‘bout your first kiss,” you swallowed thickly when his lips traveled next to your ear again and his last words were all but a possessive growl while he restrained himself from putting his hands on you, “and that it belonged to me.”

Finally, he raised his head to look at you and he touched your forehead with his, your heavy breaths mixing-

“Hey!” a loud knock came from the door, startling you, “you guys fucking or something?”

Rafe lowly groaned in frustration and slightly pulled away from you as you exhaled, your mouth dry all of a sudden.

“What do you want, Nate?” Rafe shouted in order to let his roommate hear him from the other side of the door.

“I need my charger! C’mon, man, open up.”

His gaze fell on you one more time, his jaw clenched while you were still taking deep breaths in the same position. When another annoying knock rang through the room, Rafe turned around and went to open the door, revealing a smirking Nate.

“Did I interrupt something?”

You interjected immediately, walking past your best friend, “no, don’t worry. I was just leaving.”

His hand wrapped around your arm, stopping your movements, “wait. We have to talk.”

You looked at him and then at Nate, awkwardly leaning against the door frame, “I have to go.”

He let you go, cursing under his breath as he watched you speed walking down the stairs.

“What d’you do to her?”

Rafe sent his roommate a death stare, at which he just raised his hands in defense.

Later that night, he couldn’t fall asleep. The feeling of your smooth skin against his lips was still fresh on his mind, the feeling of your fingers in his hair and the sound of your breathing haunted him. He knew you wanted him too and once he realized that, he wouldn’t stop until you were his.

In your whole life you’d had people who tried to get you to bed, unaware of your lack of experience, but you had never been interested in sharing your first time with any of them; and yet, when Rafe’s mouth had left a trail of wet and soft kisses down your neck, a warmth had started spreading through your body, igniting a fire no one had ever managed to do before. You had left in such a hurry because you didn’t want him to see you in that state and you were embarrassed about how with just some simple and light touches he had managed to turn you into a mess.

As you lied on your bed, you kept turning, his words and his touch still lingered in your mind; the way he said that your first kiss belonged to him made you wonder what he really meant, did he want you to belong to him?

The more you thought about it, the more that sensation between your legs grew, and although it wouldn’t have been the first time you tried to get rid of it, you knew that in that moment he was the only one who could’ve satisfy it. Instinctively, your hand reached for your phone and, without even thinking twice, you clicked on his contact.

Rafe was surprised to hear the vibrations of his phone at almost three in the morning, but when he read your name on the display, he answered immediately.

“Hey,” his eyes fell on the sleeping figure of his roommate, reminding himself that he didn’t want him to listen in that conversation.

“Hey,” your voice showed a shortness of breath and he picked up on it instantly for he had been reminiscing about the sound of your gasps for hours.

His feet were already taking him outside his room when he talked again, “why are you calling me at three in the morning?”

You gnawed on your bottom lip and you were thankful he couldn’t see you because you knew he would’ve understood your reasons in a heartbeat otherwise.

“I…uhm-“ you cleared your throat, his deep and raspy voice only making your problem grow even more, “I wanted to apologize for…you know, leaving like that earlier.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at the weird tone of your voice while his back collided with the door as he closed it behind him.

“Is that the only reason why you called me?” He wanted to sound confused but instead the words came out in a breathy rasp and you hated the effect that it had on you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“No, you should’ve,” he interrupted you, “I just want to know why, sweetheart.”

He was taunting you, he needed to hear you say how much you wanted him, that you craved him just as much as he did you.

“M-maybe, I should go to sleep.”

He smirked and closed his eyes as he gently threw his head back against the door, “are you sure ‘bout that?” He licked his lips, “I could come over and pick you up, if you want.”

You sucked in a breath, the proposal tempting and scary at the same time, “I - I’m going to sleep, Rafe. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Your heart was trying to jump out of your chest. You were afraid of the things he made you feel, of the things that you wanted him to do to you, why were you having all of those newfound sensations because of him?

You knew you couldn’t face him. How could you? The thought of having him close to you just like that night was enough to make your skin burn, your cheeks flushed at the images you created in your head. Did he feel the same when he was around you or was he making fun of your vulnerability?

When you entered the only class you shared with him the morning after, you completely ignored him. Usually, you sat beside him, but that day you didn’t have the guts to do that. Why had you called him the night before? You could sense your friendship with him crumbling into pieces as his eyes burned a hole behind your head, for you sat a couple of rows in front of him.

Rafe was dumbfounded. Were you really ignoring him? Maybe you hadn’t seen him, he thought. Once the class was over, he walked to you, getting your attention by calling your name, however you only sent him a quick smile and all but ran to your next lesson. That was how he got the proof that confirmed his worries: you didn’t want to talk to him.

He hadn’t scared you off, did he? You were his best friend, had he taken it too far?

When you didn’t show up at the house either that day, which you did almost everyday, he got impatient.

“Where’s Y/n?” One of the guys asked him as the sight of a lonely Rafe, sprawled out on the couch of the common room, was rare. You were always under his arm.

“Busy,” he only said. They didn’t have to know what had happened between you two. It was his business and he had to deal with it.

Truth be told, Nate figured it out pretty quickly. Perhaps he knew his friend really well, or maybe it was because he was having a secret affair with your roommate and he knew pretty well that you were at home, doing absolutely nothing…who knows? But hey, if Rafe didn’t want to talk about it, he wasn’t obliged to give him information on your whereabouts. Plus, it was fun to see his friend so worked up about you, he had never seen him like that.

When Nate walked into the room, Rafe was fidgeting with his phone, contemplating if calling you was the right thing to do.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Shut up, Nate.”

He sat next to him, a stupid grin on his face, or at least to Rafe it looked stupid, “c’mooon, just tell me what happened.”

“Nothing.”

“Oh yeah, is that why she’s not here today? Man, she’s here all day, everyday. I’m not complaining, I like her, but y’know, her not being here and you with that pathetic look on your face…it’s weird.”

Rafe groaned, “should I call her?”

Nate shrugged, “it depends. Did you scare her or something? ‘Cause if you did, maybe you should just text her…or wait a little while; give her space.”

He sighed, “yeah, you’re right.”

“So, you scared her?”

The blue eyed friend raised from the couch, without giving him an answer, and patted his friend on the shoulder, “see ya later, man.”

Sure, his roommate was right; he had to give you some space, some time to think. But he also had to know how you were, it was killing him inside not knowing what you were doing or who you were with. A simple, “hey, what’s up?” was casual, right? You didn’t need to be afraid of such a routine question.

He sent the text and threw his phone on the bed as his hands flew in his hair, tugging on it in frustration. He didn’t want to mess what he had with you, but he was aware that he couldn’t be your friend; not anymore, not like he used to. His head was filled with images of you and it wasn’t just about his physical attraction for he couldn’t stop thinking about your smile, the sparkle in your eyes, your kindness, that beautiful and heartwarming laugh you had whenever you talked with him and only him, the way you were so gentle with him.

He was in deep, and he was aware that it couldn’t have been with anyone else but you.

“Are you seriously not gonna answer the poor boy?”

You were lying on your bed when your roommate, Camille, pointed out how you were ignoring your best friend. Nobody knew what had happened, and to be honest there wasn’t really much to talk about; nothing happened and yet it felt like everything did.

“I just don’t feel like talking.”

She rolled her eyes, “at least tell him you’re alive.”

You gave her a pointed look and she only raised her hands in defense before leaving the room. What if he was only looking for a way to let you down easily? What if he wanted you for one night, just to forget about you the morning after like all of the other girls? You couldn’t bear it.

“Hey,” Camille’s head peeked through the crack of the slightly ajar door, “your boy just texted me; he wants to know if you’re okay. What should i tell him?”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, a nervous habit that, unbeknownst to you, drove Rafe crazy. He only wanted to know if everything was okay, that was it.

“Tell him I’m okay but…I have an exam soon and I have to study.”

It was a lie. You knew that, Camille did too, hell, even Rafe was aware that it was bullshit. Still, he didn’t pry. If space was what you needed, he was going to give you just that.

Until he couldn’t anymore.

He was trying to study in the common room, the noises and voices around him helping him to concentrate for some reason, still it was impossible to do so when you kept running through his mind. The sweet sound of your laugh kept replaying in his head for he missed it like you miss air after being under water for so long, and he couldn’t wait to resurface. It had been a couple of days since the last time he had touched you and he was aching all over to just have you next to him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard someone say your name and he turned around like a madman.

“Yo, is Y/n coming tonight?” one of the guys, Tommy, asked to the other.

“I texted her and she said she’ll be here.”

Jealousy began bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. Were the others so important that you could answer to their texts but not his? And why did they want your presence there that night? You were his girl, what did they want from you?

He didn’t want to, he really didn’t, he swore his feet unconsciously brought him to where the two men where standing.

“Hey, what’s tonight?” He tried to sound casual, but the fire in his eyes said otherwise.

Tommy shrugged, “just a party. You coming?”

“Why did you want to know if Y/n was coming?”

The other guy, Matthew, slowly tried to get out of the conversation, leaving the other to his own destiny.

“She’s always here. Thought she wanted to come and she does.”

“She’s my girl. You could’ve asked me.”

Rafe knew it was wrong to call you his, you weren’t…officially, however he didn’t care; you were his girl, his best friend, his pretty angel. only his.

“You gotta let this thing go, man. She’s not yours,” Tommy chuckled mockingly, “when was the last time you heard from her? ‘S not like she can wait ‘round forever.”

He clenched his jaw, anger and frustration coming to him all at once, “you like her, Tommy? Mh? Is that it?”

“You see, Rafe, I know lots of people here who are dying to put their hands on her. It’s just a matter of time before-“

Rafe’s hands flew to his throat, pushing him against a wall as all he could see was red. No one could talk about you like that.

“You better tell those people that Rafe Cameron’s girl is not to be touched. I hear one more word about her and,” he chuckled lowly just like Tommy had before, “I don’t think you want to find out, do you?”

Tommy’s face was flushed while his hands gripped the wrists of the man that was in front of him, pleading him with his eyes to let him go. After a stare down, he did and the curly haired man coughed violently as he tried to regain his breath. Rafe only turned around and walked up the stairs to his room; if you were coming to the house that evening, then he had to be there too.

The walk to the house was almost a torture; Camille dragged you to the entrance, claiming that you had to let loose and live your own life. Most of all, you knew she wanted you to talk to Rafe and you didn’t know if the feeling you had at the thought of seeing him again was fear of rejection or excitement.

After a while, you decided to step outside and enjoy the night air, the soft breeze in your hair making you close your eyes and ground yourself for you were worried about seeing your best friend again. You and him had been through so many good memories that it scared you to think that you might’ve not made some more because of a stupid moment of lack of judgement and self control. You absolutely adored him and the way he cared for you and never judged you, how he always made you feel like you were a huge part of his life and that he wanted you there, for as long as he could’ve; you would’ve never changed those feelings for all of the gold in the world.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts, startling you and making your heart fall in your stomach.

You turned around, a sweet smile on your face, “Camille made me.”

Rafe walked closer to you, revealing himself as the moonlight shone on him. The white button up shirt made him look like a Greek God and the fact that his chest was almost completely exposed didn’t help with the amount of nerves you were dealing with.

“Right. So, are you going to talk to me now?”

He gave you a sympathetic grin and pushed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

You sighed and declared defeat, “I’m sorry, Rafe. I was - I am embarrassed.” You corrected yourself, knowing that the humiliation was still fresh on your mind.

He furrowed his eyebrows and the confused look on his features told you he really didn’t know what you were talking about. Why were you embarrassed? He was the one who had openly told you he wanted you; you should’ve been angry, not embarrassed.

“What? I thought you were mad at me.”

“Why would I be? You did nothing wrong—“ suddenly, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him and your faces were only inches away from each other. You sucked in a breath at the quick movement and instinctively put a hand on his chest as to balance yourself, however it fell on his naked skin, burning at your touch, “w-what are you doing?”

He looked behind you and nodded to someone that you couldn’t see, “sorry, that guy was staring at you,” he whispered.

You bit your bottom lip while you could feel his heart beating fast under your palm, “why do you care?”

It was a genuine question; why would he have cared about someone else watching you? Or someone else wanting to touch you?

And after all that time, you still couldn’t understand that he wanted to be the only one that was allowed to feel you, to kiss you, to make you tremble under his gaze.

His voice was merely a sigh when he answered, “you know why. Let’s not kid ourselves here, sweetheart.”

You put some distance between you, finally fed up with the way he believed it was always obvious what he was feeling. He had done it that night when you had confessed about the kiss, telling you how much he wanted you as if it shouldn’t have been news to you, but it was. You were good in school, with friendships, with your family, however, when it came to real feelings, romantic relationships, you knew nothing.

“I don’t know,” you slightly raised your voice for you wanted to make sure he understood your frustration, “I don’t know what you’re thinking, Rafe. If there’s something I should know, you have to tell me, I can’t read your mind.”

The look in his eyes was saying a million words as he stared down at your figure, still standing in his arms. He nodded in thought, “not here,” his arm fell from your waist and reached for your hand, “c’mon.”

You accepted it and let him take you into the house and up the stairs; the scene reminded you of the day you had kissed him: Rafe gently guiding you to his room, everyone around you drunk and dancing around, your back pressed against his door as you giggled and lifted yourself on your toes to kiss him. The memory made you almost shudder, the feeling of his lips against yours a recurring dream.

Rafe slowly pushed you inside and closed the door behind you as your back rested against it. You swallowed thickly as you looked up at him and the sight reminded you of the last time you had been in the same room alone with him.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/n. I can’t stand us being so distant.”

The pain in his eyes was evident and you only wanted to wrap your arms around him, “me neither.”

He ran his hand through his hair and then rubbed it down his face for a second, as if he was trying to recollect his thoughts.

“What happened between us…I -“ he sighed loudly, “I have so many things I want to say.”

And there you were again, batting your pretty eyelashes at him and slightly tilting your head to the side as you tried to understand what was going on in his head and giving him heart palpitations in the process.

“Then say them,” you breathed.

He looked away for a second before setting his gaze on your figure again, “shit - you don’t understand, sweetheart. Thought I could do this, that once I was in front of you, I could’ve just told you how I feel; but now that I’m here — fuck. You’re making me lose control.”

When had breathing started to become an impossible task around him?

He took a step closer to you, “tell me why you called me the other night.”

Your breath was knocked out of your lungs; you swallowed thickly as you decided to act clueless, “what are you talking about?”

You avoided his eyes, although the closeness made it quite impossible.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” he murmured, his arms caging you between him and the wall behind you.

“Rafe, I-“

Your words died in your throat when his nose lightly brushed against your skin, his hot breath on your cheek, “I want the truth, sweetheart.”

Your teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, “I wanted to hear your voice.”

He softly kissed your jaw, “what else?”

You closed your eyes and you swore your heart was about to jump out of your chest, “I - I needed you, Rafe.”

The words came out almost like a desperate whine and they went straight to his pants. The fact that you were wearing that damn short dress that always made his head spin wasn’t helping with his problem either.

“What did you need from me?”

“Please.”

He raised his head and pressed his forehead against yours, your lips inches away from each other, “tell me what you needed, sweetheart.”

His hooded eyes, full of lust and desire, were only making your ability to speak even more impossible, “I’ve never done this, Rafe.”

His fingers gently threaded through your hair, pushing a strand out of your face and cupping your cheek in the process, “I know. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, I promise.”

You kept eye contact as your hand slowly went on his bare chest and he sucked in a breath; he didn’t expect that, that was for sure. The palm of your hand lazily slipped down to the first button of the half done shirt and opened it, feeling the hot and naked skin underneath.

“I want to,” you whispered.

He didn’t waste a second before he pressed his mouth against yours in a hot and sloppy kiss. Finally, he tasted your cherry chapstick again, the one he had been dreaming about for weeks. The softness of your lips made him feral for he wanted to feel the rest of your body on his lips as well. One arm was wrapped around your lower back while the other rested between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place and you were sure that if it hadn’t been for his strength, you would’ve turned into a puddle on the floor.

Your hands ran through his hair and when he seductively took your bottom lip between his teeth, you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. The groan he let out at the unexpected action made your insides feel warm, but not as much as when his arm fell from your back to your behind, until it reached your exposed thigh and wrapped his hand around it to bring it around his hip. His whole body was pressing yours against the wooden door and the new position allowed you to feel the growing bulge in his pants against your lower stomach. Your skin was burning at his touch and yet you needed more; of what you weren’t sure.

As the kiss turned less heated and more gentle, his lips abandoned yours and began leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck as the the sound of your heavy breaths filled the room. You instinctively arched your back and tilted your head to give him more access, the action making him all but growl against your skin. His lips slowly traveled back to yours and pecked them once more before resting his forehead on yours, breaths mixing.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”

You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked up at him, his voice was so raw and raspy that it had made you feel even dizzier than what you already were.

You nodded.

His free hand came up to cup your face, “I need words, pretty girl.”

“I’m sure.”

Rafe kissed you again and let go of your leg, but it didn’t last long as both of his hands traveled down to your ass, gently squeezing it and making you moan in his mouth in the process. You were both surprised at the sound but it had made him even harder and he knew he couldn’t wait to absolutely devour you, to make you realize just how much he wanted - needed you.

His hands grabbed the skin just below the curve of your ass and you automatically jumped to wrap your legs around his midsection. He didn’t waste any time and walked towards his bed, he sat on the mattress as you remained in his lap and your dress rode up to allow you to sit with your legs on either side of him. Rafe had to stop himself from taking you right then and there, looking so sweet and innocent as you were basically grinding down on his bulge.

“You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy, baby. You know that?” He groaned out with his lips attached to your neck before he started to suck on your perfect and soft skin.

In the end he got what he wanted: to mark your skin up and claim you as his.

You moaned out his name and gripped his hair, forcing him to look at you, “you need something, sweetheart?” He rasped out, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

His hands forced you down on his clothed cock again and you gasped, “do something,” you whined out.

He tugged on the bottom of your dress, which rested around your hips, “can I take this off?”

You knew you had to be a flustered mess, “I’m not wearing a bra,” you mumbled, embarrassed.

He let his head fall on your collarbone and groaned at your words, never had he ever wanted someone so bad. You lightly chuckled at his antics but the blush on your cheeks was still there, “‘s that a yes?” He asked jokingly, although his patience was starting to slip from his fingers.

“Yes.”

He finally slipped your dress off your body and threw it on the floor before placing his hands behind him and resting his weight on them. He licked his lips at the sight of your perked up nipples, your perfect breasts that he’d had dreams about holding in his hands, so many times he had lost count. Your chest lifted up and down quickly as he stared at your naked body that was prettily sitting on his lap while he was still completely clothed.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked shyly, his gaze was so intense you felt your whole body catching on fire under his stare. Your arms instinctively flew to your chest to cover it, beginning to feel self conscious, but he stopped you immediately.

“I’m just enjoying the view, sweetheart. Don’t cover yourself up,” his hands traveled up from your upper thighs to your waist until they reached the side of your breasts, “you’re so damn beautiful.”

He took your wrists in his hands and brought them to his chest and you immediately began to unbutton the last bits of his shirt, leaving his torso completely bare in front of you. You pushed his shirt off his shoulders and you admired his sculpted body, the thought of having him all to yourself was enough to make you feel hot all over again. In one swift motion, he wrapped one arm around your torso and manhandled you to rest your back on the mattress. You giggled as you looked up at him and his heart skipped a beat at the sound. He was done, you had completely ruined him without even taking his pants off. He grinned at you before claiming your mouth once again while his hands explored your body, groping your chest and gently rolling one of your nipples between his fingers; you shuddered at the feeling, it wasn’t new, but no one had ever touched you like that and it was sending a thousand sparks throughout your body.

He bent down to take one nipple in his mouth and your back arched off the bed while you could feel your panties getting wetter every second, you knew you were a mess between your legs. As if he could’ve listened to your thoughts, his hand slipped down to your clothed cunt and cupped it. When he growled around your hardened bud, you realized he had found out how wet you were.

“Fuck, what are you doin’ to me?” He mumbled. His kisses traveled down your stomach and then right above your panties. He looked up at you as he played with the elastic of your underwear, his whole body ached to just taste you, “can i, sweetheart?”

You rested your weight on your elbows, “yes…please.”

He smirked at your neediness and slipped the last piece of clothing that remained on your body, leaving you bare in front of his hungry eyes. He marveled at the sight of your wet and sweet cunt; his dick twitched as he opened you up with his thumbs, your thighs already thrown over his shoulders. Finally, he licked a long stripe along your folds and you both moaned at the sensation. Your hand flew to his hair, scratching his scalp as a whine of his name left your puffed lips, the sound like a melody you never want to stop listening to. He ate you out slowly at first, trying to make you feel comfortable, until you started to unconsciously grind against his face, taking away that last bit of self control he had left. He began licking and sucking on your clit like a starved man, as if that was his last meal and he wanted to savor every minute of it until he couldn’t physically move anymore. The sound of your moans only spurred him on as he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling, and your eyes rolled behind your head at the newfound sensation.

He slightly lifted his head, leaving you a needy mess, “have you ever touched yourself, baby?”

The question was sweet, it would’ve sounded even innocent by his tone if it hadn’t been for the lewd acts he was talking about. You nodded slightly, not trusting your words.

“Yeah? You ever think about me when you do that?”

He had been waiting to know the answer to that question for days. Perhaps he had a dirty mind, but he couldn’t shake off the image of his pretty and innocent looking best friend touching herself as she moaned his name. The thought alone could’ve made him cum on the spot like a horny teenager.

You swallowed thickly, you were so embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

“Yes, Rafe,” you breathed out, the tension between you thick, “all the time.”

He grabbed your thighs tighter before burying his face in your cunt again and the sudden motion had almost made you scream. The pleasure and the vibrations caused by his growls were too much.

When his finger teased your entrance, you felt your whole body tremble. He sinked one finger inside you, so tight that he couldn’t wait to have you wrapped around his big cock. His sucking motions on your clit never stopped as he added a second finger and curled them inside you, hitting that spot that made you shake and thrash. You could barely keep your legs still when you began to clench around his digits repeatedly, and he kept plunging them inside you, riding out your high as you took deep breaths.

His tongue never stopped lapping at your juices, until you gently pushed his head away. He kissed his way up to your lips again, “you taste like a fucking dream,” he said before crashing his mouth on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips and it felt so lewd and hot, you wanted more of him. You placed your hands on his back, slowly raking your fingers down and reaching to his pants; you began to unbutton his jeans when he stopped you.

“Wait,” his hand wrapped around your wrist, “we don’t have to do anything else if you don’t feel ready, sweetheart, okay? Don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything. Tonight’s about you.”

You nodded, “what if I wanted to do this?” You whispered.

He smirked and pecked your lips, “then let me make you feel good, yeah?”

He let you push his pants down and he finished getting rid of them himself, kneeling in front of you in only his boxers. He reached for his bedside table and pulled condom from the drawer. Before taking that last bit of clothing that separated you, he leaned down and kissed you sweetly, showing you how much you meant to him, how what was happening between you was so much more than just sex and physical attraction. He wanted you, but not just in his bed or under his naked body, he wanted you everyday, safely wrapped up in his arms; yes, he wanted you to be his, but he also wanted to be yours and only yours.

Once he got rid of his boxers and rolled the condom down his hard member, he rested his weight on one elbow, next to your head, and forced you to look him in the eyes by placing his free hand on your chin.

“Hey, if you want me to stop, just tell me, okay? Doesn’t matter what I’m doing, you stop me if you don’t want this anymore, mh?”

“Okay,” you nodded and he sent you a genuine smile.

The head of his cock began teasing your wet entrance, rubbing you up and down as he played with your swollen clit. Grunts and moans filled the room once again, the feeling was amazing but it wasn’t enough.

“Ra-“ you started to whine out his name but was cut off by your gasp, caused by the sudden intrusion of his cock, stretching you out as he tried to slip the head in.

You clamped down on him and threw one hand around his bicep, sinking your nails in the tight skin, while the other was on his back and gripped his muscles; you whimpered at the big stretch.

Rafe gently rubbed your clit to help you focus on the pleasure rather than the pain and it seemed to work as he managed to push himself more inside of you. When he stopped, halfway through, he pressed his forehead to yours, catching his breath as you did the same.

“Shit - you’re so tight.”

You didn’t know why but your stomach did flips at his voice, for some reason you found everything he said so arousing in that moment.

“Kiss me, please,” you whispered and he obliged immediately, steadying his hips for he waited for the green light.

The softness of his lips brought you comfort and pleasure started to curse through your veins; you slightly pulled away, “you can move now.”

His hips began moving at a slow and gentle pace, making you comfortable, until a loud moan escaped your lips and he set a faster pace than before as your nails scratched down his back with one hand and his chest with the other. The latter moved to his head and brought him down to make him kiss you again. Your lips moved in sync while he kept hitting places inside you that you didn’t even know existed and you all but screamed in pleasure in his mouth. He tilted his head back for a moment, breathing harder and groaning; when he looked down at you again, he swore to himself no one was ever going to look at you the way he was in that moment. You were his and he intended to keep it that way. Your chest raised as you arched your back from the pleasure and he couldn’t help himself from dipping his head down and wrap his lips around your nipple. The sound of skin slapping was muffled by the loud music that came from downstairs and his ears were filled with your voice.

When he felt you clamp down on him, hard, he brought his lips to your ear, “you gonna come for me, sweetheart?” He whispered, “mh? Fuck - you’re squeezing me so tight. Just like that.”

He was sure you were leaving red marks down his back and he loved that; he was craving it.

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he rasped before rubbing your clit faster, until you finally unraveled beneath him, moaning his name like a chant as he wasn’t even thinking about his own release, just about yours. However, the sight of your body shaking under him triggered his orgasm as well and he moaned your name with his head in the crook of your neck.

You ran your fingers through his hair while he lazily kept moving his hips to prolong both his and your releases, until he collapsed on top of you and you tried to regain your breaths.

He kissed your throat and raised his head to feel your lips against his again; he was getting drunk on the taste of your body and he didn’t want to be sober ever again. His hands caressed your sensitive skin, eliciting goosebumps all over you at his touch.

His nose brushed against yours as he mumbled on your mouth, “you okay, sweetheart?”

You smiled up at him, “I’m okay, Rafe.”

“Was that how you imagined it would be?”

“No,” you chuckled at his expression, “it was much better.”

He kissed your forehead, “I’m gonna clean you up now, yeah?”

Once he had made sure you were both clean, he gave you a pair of his boxers and a shirt while he only wore those grey sweatpants that always made you look away with your whole face on fire. He lied on the bed with his back on the mattress and your head on his chest as you stroked his naked stomach and he rubbed your back up and down from underneath the shirt.

“Rafe?” You asked after sitting in silence for a while.

“Yeah?”

You sat up slightly to face him while your body laid on the side.

“I don’t want this to ruin our friendship,” you whispered, “I don’t want to lose you.”

His hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his favorite excuse to hold your face in his hand, “I don’t want to lose you either, sweetheart, but…” he sighed loudly, “I can’t be your friend anymore.”

Your throat tightened and your heart broke at his words, your worst fear of sleeping with him was already becoming your living nightmare. He noticed the tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to avoid eye contact and he cursed himself for phrasing it so badly.

“No, no. That’s not what I meant. I - I want more. I can’t be just your friend and if you’ll have me, I’ll show you that I’m serious about this.”

Your mind was going through a thousand different and contrasting thoughts, but it took one look at his beautiful blue eyes, full of adoration, for you to crumble. But before you could speak, he noticed the hesitation written all over your features and stopped you.

“Listen, I’ve never done this,” he continued, “I don’t know how to love someone or how to be the perfect boyfriend, but I do know that I care about you, more than I ever cared about anyone else in my life. I can’t stand the thought of you being in someone else’s arms because I was too much of an idiot to let you go…What I’m trying to say is that I think I’m falling in love with you and I don’t want to stop because even if it’s the scariest feeling in the world, I’ve never felt better in my whole life.”

You looked down at him with a big grin on your face, loving this side of him that he only ever showed to you, and climbed on his lap. You bent your head to kiss his lips and he followed you immediately, placing his hands on your waist and enjoying the fact that he wanted to get used to that.

“I think I’m falling for you, too, Rafe.”

You smiled at each other before he flipped the two of you over, making you squeal and giggle. He began leaving pecks all over your face and you couldn’t believe that that was your Rafe. Your foreheads touched as you looked at each other.

“You’re mine now, huh?” He asked, cockily but you could hear the insecurity laced in his tone.

“I’m yours.”

“Good,” he grinned, “‘cause I’m yours, too.”

After another kiss, you got back to your previous position, your head nuzzled in his neck as he hugged you closer to your chest. Silence filled the room, comfortable and familiar.

“You know Nate and Camille are fucking, right?” He suddenly asked and you chuckled loudly at his choice of words.

“They really do think we’re dumb,” you commented.

You spent the rest of the night like that, talking about everything and nothing, gossiping about your friends and even about people you didn’t know; just like you had always done, two friends laughing together, except this time you knew you were his and he knew he was yours, and neither of you would’ve changed anything about that.

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𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pure intense fluff, kissing, cuddling, squeezing, handsy pouty bastard, insisting you’ve been neglecting him, his is dying and it’s all your fault, how dare you do this to him, he will hold you accountable for your heinous crimes by cuddling you, toji is going soft for you, established relationship

Standing in front of your vanity, slipping your earrings off, sticking them with the rest. Glancing into your vanity mirror when Toji emerges from the bathroom.

Arms crossed over his bare pecs sticking his bottom lip out in his adorable pout. It’s one of your favorite Toji expressions. He huffs, “Finally someone figures where they live.”

He unzips the back of your dress. “You weren’t here!” kissing your shoulder. Slipping it down your body, trailing gentle sloppy kisses down your back. “The house was so empty and cold, I was dying of loneliness little mama.”

Stepping out of your dress, he tossing it into the hamper beside the bedroom door. “Is it even a home without you there?” His warm fingers brushing against your back unclasping your bra, gliding the straps off your shoulders. His touch comforting.

You insist, “Without you this place is just some walls.” Grabbing his hands, kissing his warm palms. Glancing into the mirror, Toji “It’s also not my fault you showed up two days early. Couldn't rush a planned girl’s night for your needy ass.” Turning around sliding your hand over his thick pecs, broad shoulder and into his soft dark hair.

“Im only needy when it comes you to mama. You’re so cruel neglecting me.” Grabbing your ass, lifting you up. Wrapping your legs around his slim waist.

“We aren't leaving for the weekend. Tired of seeing everyone’s ugly ass faces and hearing their annoying ass voices.” He kisses the top of your head. “Just need to spend some time with you mama.” Wrapping his arms around your waist, squeezing your tightly.

Wheezing, “I'm all your’s Teddy Bear!” Your back pops several times. Gasping for sweet air when he loosens his gasp.

“Damn right you are.” Kissing along Toji’s jawline, softly biting his pouty bottom lip, melting into his gentle kiss.“It’s not fair mama I can't squeeze you like I want to.” Carrying you through the hallway, towards the living room. “Get good mama, lemme squeeze you tighter.”

“Nah Teddy Bear that’s a you problem.” Squeezing Toji’s slim waist with your legs, tightening your grasp around Toji’s neck. “I can hug you as tight as I want. Ha-ha-haha!” Ripping you off him and throwing you onto the sofa.

“Imma make it your problem little mama.” Carefully falling on top of you, pinning your body with his weight. Resting his head on your chest. “Hahah! Looks whose trapped now! I’m not letting you go anywhere beautiful.”

Pushing himself up, and leaning in for a kiss. “All mine.” Parting your lips, the gentle hunger of his passionate kiss replacing your need for air. Slipping your fingers through his soft dark hair.

When he pulls away, covering your face with kisses. You grin widelyz “I missed ya so much teddy bear, I’m all your’s for the rest of the week. I’ll make sure you get sick of me.” Giving your forehead another gentle kiss, squeezing your hips.

It’s comforting having his heavy weight pressing you into the bed. His large strong hands on your body making you feel so safe and protected. His gentle kisses and words ensuring you know how cherished you are.

His cheeks turn pink, spreading across the bridge of his nose, coloring the tips of his ears. “I can never get enough of you.” His eyes widen. “Listen to me, ya made me all mushy, gonna have to hold you responsible. Hmm how should I do that.”

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Satoru’s verison!

que hermoso 💘 nunca decepcionas uma, gracias 💘

SMALL BLURB OF VALENTINE’S DAY W GANGRRY this’ll be so fluffy i can’t wait JEJDHSJAHA

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i added the since forever universe for all my sf besties!!! happy valentine's day babies! love you <3

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | GANGRRY UNIVERSE | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

GANG!HARRY:

Y/N loved her job, but on Valentine's Day, there's nothing she wants more than to be with her husband doing anything that involves them being naked.

She's just so needy of him, but today she had to get out of bed to attend her restaurant just like everyday. Harry had said that he'd be busy all day too, talking about some Russians who'd broken the deal so he would kill some of them and then come home late. This didn't seem like a good Valentine for both of them.

She enters the restaurant through the back door and greets Austin and other employees who are already there, and the day begins.

Five hours have passed, and her wrists are already sore from the number of plates with little love letters that she had to prepare.

"That was the last plate." Austin tells her, and it's music to her ears.

Don't get her wrong, she loves Valentine's day, love, flowers, chocolates, everything, but she'd rather be with her husband than here.

Lost in her thoughts, she takes off her apron and runs a hand over her face to wake up, she's exhausted, but now the restaurant is already empty after a long and good day.

Austin walks up to her side and tells her. "Someone is outside to flatter your plates as usual."

Y/N nods with a smile on her face, it's always nice to have someone praise your effort, sometimes a simple word could change her whole day. She shakes out her clothes a bit and fixes her hair in a ponytail, she looks like a mess.

When she leaves the kitchen, the restaurant would be empty if it weren't for a person sitting at a table in the middle of the place. She feels her heart pounding like crazy when she sees him, and she approaches him excitedly.

"I was told you sir wanted to see the chef?"

He laughs, pinching his lip. "That's right, do you know where he is?"

"You're talking to her right now."

Harry feigns a surprised expression. He looks perfect but as handsome as ever, in his black skinny jeans, black Chelsea boots and a red and white floral shirt. His hair shines under the dim lights of the restaurant and is perfectly curled. She's crazy about him.

"You didn't think you'd spend Valentine's Day without your husband, did you?"

Y/N bites her lip, suppressing her smile, and lunges at him for a kiss that leaves him dizzy and wanting for more. It's tender, soft, and makes his heart skip a beat and his belly feel nice things, and more than just his belly.

"You're amazing." She tells him as she leaves kisses all over his face. "I love you so much."

Harry smiles, mesmerized at how her eyes sparkle with emotion, she's so cute that when someone looked at the two of them they couldn't understand how someone like her was with someone as dark and heartless as him.

But they didn't know them, they didn't know about the thousands of kisses he gave her and the promises he made to her, how he let her take care of him after a hard day and allowed himself to be her baby even for a little while.

"I love you more, angel." He answers her, and stands, reaching over to her chair to slide it back. "Now sit down, our food is coming."

She laughs and the two sit and talk for a while. Five minutes later, Austin walks through the door with an annoyed expression on his face that makes her laugh and a tray full of food in his hand.

"Hello good evening welcome to Daylight, my name is Austin and I will be your waiter tonight." He says quickly. "Here are your plates, okay bye."

He sets down their respective plates in front of each of them and walks out the door, leaving them alone.

"Lousy service." Y/N says shaking her head but with a smile on her face, she's just so happy.

"Yeah, I prefer the cute chef."

She doesn't answer anything, just blushing silently as she watches Harry pour red wine into both of their glasses.

"Happy Valentine's Day." He says, raising his glass and clinking it with hers.

"Happy Valentine's Day, sweets."

The two of them dine quietly, talking about trivial things, and by the time they're done the other employees have left, officially being just the two of them in the establishment and now sitting at the kitchen island.

"I was thinking..." Y/N says, balancing her third glass of wine. "We've never done it here, have we?"

Harry laughs, running a hand through his hair. He fucking loves her. "We have, or don't you remember that time I laid you down here and licked the soul out of you?"

Heat rises in her cheeks and he enjoys seeing her frustrated by his dirty words, but he knows it's only a matter of time before she stops being so tender and innocent and they're both ripping the clothes off their bodies.

"Well, we've never done it here twice."

And there it is.

Harry laughs darkly and sets his wine glass down away from them, moving closer to his wife until their lips brush and their breaths collide.

"Do you really want me to fuck you here, where every day your employees cook without knowing what we did?" He asks, listening as her breathing quickens and sliding his index finger over her button down shirt, unbuttoning it one by one, revealing her bra.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and one of her hands goes to Harry's hair to stroke a few strands.

He looks at her, caressing her cleavage. "You have to talk, Y/N."

And then she uses that name she could get away with anything. "Yes, Mr. Styles."

Let's just say the security camera tapes had to be erased so as not to traumatize anyone.

SINCE FOREVER:

"No, it was definitely better when I kissed Steve and you almost burst into tears."

"That's because you didn't suffer! and I actually did cry when I got home."

Y/N looks at him in surprise, and strokes his cheek. "Really?!"

"Yes, he was your first kiss!" Harry replies, popping another heart-shaped chocolate into his mouth as he shakes his head ofended.

"Well, you were my other firsts."

"Hell yeah I was!" He nods, a proud smile on his face that gets him a shove from his fiancée.

They're sprawled out on their couch in their pajamas, it's tradition to celebrate Valentine's Day like this since they already have their anniversary which was a little while ago to dress up and go out and celebrate. Now they can be themselves, eating chocolates while watching Friends, The Notebook and listening to Taylor Swift Lover's album like they do every year.

Harry had on his bare chest a tray full of chocolates covering his butterfly tattoo, and Y/N had on her bare tummy (she only had a small top on) a plate of crisps to cut the sweet stuff.

"You remember..." Harry says, munching on a fry. "When we did it five minutes before the San Siro show?"

She laughs, closing her eyes to immerse herself in the memory. "Of course I remember, I don't think you've ever cum so fast in your life."

"Don't forget our first time, it took seconds." He replies and they both laugh. "God, it was embarrassing."

"We were kids."

She drops the fries and takes the tray off Harry so she can climb on top of him, she caresses his face that she's watched for years and years without tiring.

"And look at us now." He replies, his voice without mockery, his eyes sparkle at having her so close, and he nuzzles her waist. "You're gonna be Mrs. Styles."

"I will." Y/N smiles proudly. "Ah... what I wouldn't give to go back to when we were young and did it anywhere."

"We're still doing it anywhere."

She nods "Yeah... But we're almost thirty, and I- I don't know, I think it's time to... have a baby. Not because of age, that doesn't matter, but because I wanna have one."

The breath leaves Harry's body in a microsecond, and he searches her eyes for some indication that she's joking, but she looks at him seriously, expectant and searching for his response.

"You want a baby? Is that it?" he asks. "Just say the word and I promise we'll have it, m'love."

"Yes, I– maybe not now, because we're busy organising the wedding and your tour, but on the honeymoon we could. But only if you want!"

Harry smiles, he's so in love with her and every little thing she does that his heart is already used to jumping every time she's around. His hands still sweat when they see her and his body reacts like the first time he saw her.

"There's nothing I want more than to have a baby with you." He replies, pressing their foreheads together. "I want everything that comes from you, everything."

Y/N kisses him, they don't remember how many kisses they've given each other in their entire history, but they do know that each time feels like the first.

"I love you." She says, leaving little nips on his pink lips. "I love you so much, Fuck. How are you still with me?"

"Cause we're soulmates. Happy Valentine's Day, future wife and mother of my children." Harry replies, laying her down on the couch to climb on top of her. "Now, let me love you before a mini us interrupts our every moment."

"Please, I'm not even pregnant yet!" Y/N laughs, letting him pull out the few articles of clothing they have on.

"Yeah, well, that's the best part of the whole process."

They both laugh and kiss passionately, starting to create that lustful atmosphere. She was going to marry the same hormonal boy she met when she was fifteen, but she wouldn't trade him for anything or anyone, because deep down, she was still the same little girl who wrote his name inside paper hearts.

The world changed, but they remained the same. Hopefully, next year they're gonna be three on the house.

oh. my. god.

I’ve been thinking about our boy Steve and his fucking giant dick like ohmygod I’m literally feral over the idea fact that Steve is absolutely huge

So like imagine that you and Steve are in a relationship and every time you fuck he never sinks in all the way cause he’s afraid of hurting you

But you WANT it, god do you want it, and every time you try to get the rest of him in, he grips your hips hard enough to bruise, leaning down to grunt out, “its gonna hurt you princess.” And you keep whining and telling him that you want it, that you “need his fat cock in you so bad, please, daddy please.” And he just slaps your ass, telling you to “appreciate what daddy gives you, princess. Why are you being so ungrateful? Daddy’s already given you so much cock, you’re just getting greedy”

But one day you just can’t take it anymore. He’s been teasing you for so long, eating your cunt for hours on end, stretching you out on his fingers for what feels like years,, so when he finally flips you over onto your front, hiking your ass in the air and sinking the tip of his cock in, you just lose it. You slam your hips backward and finally finally feel his happy trail against your back, his heavy balls resting against your clit, and his cock, god his cock,,, it feels like it’s in your fucking stomach he’s so deep.

And all of the sudden you’re cumming, just from having him inside you, just from having him so deep. And you’re writhing on the sheets, and Steve’s trying to hold your hips, trying to get some semblance of control because no one has ever taken all of him inside before and it’s so fucking good, it’s incredible, and he’s going to cum but he wants to hold back so fucking bad

But you’re practically thrashing from it, throwing yourself back on his giant fucking cock again and again, and Steve realizes that you can’t stop. And it’s too good, your hot cunt pulsing around him, around all of him, for the first time, and Steve loses it with you. He reaches forward to wrap his hand around your throat and drag your back up against his front, ramming his fat cock into your dripping cunt like a man possessed.

And you’re just sobbing from the pleasure of it, choking out stuttered gasps of “thank you daddy. Thank you thank you” while Steve thrusts up as far as he can and shoots his cum deep into your pussy, praising you for taking his cock so well, his perfect baby girl,,

oh god 😫

dirty

*smut warning*

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Stumbling through the door with laughter, your friends finally came back to the apartment at one thirty in the morning.

"It's so damn dark in here." Alexis said and she turned on the kitchen light. It illuminated a good area and they were able to see where you and Vinnie were last on the couch.

"Where are they?" Vanessa asked, gesturing to the blankets that were left a mess and noticing that fact that it seemed too quiet.

"Asleep?" Alexis shrugged.

They made a beeline to your room and stopped in their tracks when they see one of your socks on the doorhandle. When y'all first moved in together, Vanessa made a rule stating that whenever someone wanted to have seggsy time with a partner, put a sock on the door as a 'do not disturb' sign.

The two girls looked at each other and tried their hardest not to laugh. But obviously they weren't laughing as if they were making fun.

They took out their phones and opened Snapchat, trying their hardest to shut the fuck up. And uploading to their private stories, which you would eventually see, they had the captions "imma pray for y/n in there" and "miss girl get that dick".

****

Vinnie's left hand gently caresses your cheek as he lays at your side. He kisses your neck and your face over and over again. "Beautiful." you hear him whisper to himself. "soft, and so..." his breath fills with heat as he trails off.

Your ears are ringing and you're squirming underneath him and you whisper his name roughly. You make a sound between a whine and a moan and he pushes into your thigh suddenly.

"I'm hard." he says, like he's begging for your permission.

You don't need him to tell you because you can certainly feel him practically throbbing against your leg, like he's begging to be buried somewhere soft and warm. "We don't have time. The girls could be back at any minute." you mumble.

"Can be quick," he mumbles right back with another gentle roll of his hips. "Can be really quick." he clears his throat.

"Don't brag." you told him and ran your hands through his hair and he takes that as an invitation to come closer.

"Please," his face drops into your neck and his breath hitches in his throat. "It hurts." He pulls you even closer to him. "Does it hurt for you?"

Your thighs press together, because yes, it does. You want the tension to be released. To have him spread you in a quiet fuck that'll leave you walking from side to side for the next day.

Maybe it's because you didn't answer that makes him stop. He'd never actually push you unless he wasn't sure he was pushing at all. So...if he has to jerk off in the bathroom, he'll do that. Because he doesn't think his erection will go down peacefully. Vinnie kisses you once again and his muscles flex because he's about to get up but you grip a hand onto his arm.

"No, wait..." you told him. Pushing off the covers, you grab a sock from your drawer and put it on the door handle before coming back to the bed.

"You sure?" he asks gruffly, checking to make sure he hasn't manipulated you in any way.

You answer him by taking his hand and guiding it to your underwear. His lips part for a moment when he realizes how easy his fingers slide in. You are stiff for a second before melting in the mattress. But Vinnie doesn't wanna waste time. He pulls them down with the help of you shifting your hips. You feel him adjust so he can settle in between your thighs, pushing them apart so he can get comfortable. He hoists over you and your hands reach the back of his neck. His hair tickles your forehead.

His eyes look sleepy but at the same time, full of lust. Lips look pinker than usual. Hair wilder than usual. The fly-a-ways look like a halo but Vinnie is not an angel right now.

He inhales sharply and mutters a sharp "fuck" before reaching down and guiding himself to your entrance and sliding in swiftly.

You gasp from the sudden stretching sensation and move your arms to his back. Vinnie lets you adjust before withdrawing and rolling back, kissing your forehead. He starts slow but that doesn't last long because it's not what you two want and definitely don't have time for it.

Vinnie shushes you gently when you moan with each stroke into you. He pulls back just to the ridge of the head nearly every time, and each time, it feels longer and deeper with more intensity that you bargained for.

He ducked his head a little to watch himself go in and out of you, hard and shining. "Oh my god." he groans.

"Vin," you whisper urgently.

Your orgasm is starting to curl in your belly with every bump and slide of his cock. Your thighs hitch higher around him and he groans softly in encouragement.

"Faster," you whisper. "Faster please,"

You're so close and you need him to be relentless, like you know he can be.

Vinnie rocks quicker, his mouth on your neck and nicking at your skin with each harsh pant that's sure to leave a mark. You've always liked it faster, rougher, and deeper. Vinnie doesn't even apologize if he hits too hard because nine times out of ten, you'll scratch his back in reward.

Suddenly, both your eyes become wide. You couldn't have possibly heard footsteps and giggles right outside the door.

He comes to a stop on top of you and you both intently listen. Then there's nothing but it couldn't have been your imagination.

Vinnie is still buried inside you. His whole face tenses and swallows hard. You on the other hand are seeing stars because he's stopped and the thickest part of himself. You're so full and want the pressure of him moving in and out.

He bites his lips, puts his hand over your mouth, and grinds into you until he's sure that there's no one on the other side of that door. And if you're correct about what you heard, then you know you're gonna get an earful about it.

He's now pressing deeper and faster and the slick base of his cock is gliding up and down your clit. Your back arches as you're cumming, hard. You're grateful that he covered your mouth but it only muffles you.

Vinnie is not far behind and it's about forty more seconds of ramming inside you before he cums with it hot and thick. You thought he was controlled until he pulls out and collapses beside you, uttering swears. He's breathing heavily and when you look over at him, there's a few stray hairs stuck to his face and his eyes are shut in disbelief.

"Th-that got very dirty, v-very fast." you say.

Your thighs are still trembling, you're exhausted and your body aches in pleasure.

STRANGERS • J.K

HELLO JUNGKOOK SMOKING ?!?!?? THE SOMG TOO. I JUST HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT.

“you know one day you’re gonna get caught smoking” you had told jungkook standing by his side crossing your arms around your chest due to the coldness.

he shrugged. “let ‘em catch me” he said before looking back at you. “gonna tell ‘em my beautiful girlfriend let me..” he added on putting a hand around your shoulder, kissing your forehead.

you rolled your eyes at him, you really didn’t have a say on what jungkook did. did it bother you sometimes that he was smoking? sometimes but he’s a grown man plus the fact that he looks hot smoking cigarettes takes your mind off the fact he smokes.

-

“c’mon baby” jungkook said patting his thigh. you were tired after jungkook had used his pretty mouth on you but you still listened. you went up to jungkook and sat on his lap.

“yk what to do” he said lighting his cigarette. you started riding his thigh, feeling overstimulated. “that’s a good girl, see how easy this is?” he chuckled before putting the cigarette to his mouth. you whined going at a slow pace..jungkook put his available hand on your waist making your pace go a bit faster. “j-jungkook” u cried out throwing your head back. he looked to the side, blowing the smoke out. “you can’t take it can’t you? you wanna make your boyfriend happy don’t you?” he said mocking you, slapping your ass. you instantly nodded, “yes-yes jungkook wanna make you happy!” you cried out.

“such a good girl, just for me huh?” he asked as he threw the cigarette, stepping on it. “j-just for you..no one else” you don’t know how u got that out but you did. “so beautiful” he said kissing your nipples, as you whined. "Doing' so good princess. want you to cum. cum all over me” he said meaning each word. "You're so pretty like this. my pretty angel.” to say jungkook was possessive was NOT pushing it. jungkook would start an argument with anyone who would eyefuck you. “too much..too much for me.” you cursed when jungkook attached his lips to one of your nipples. jungkook pulled back staring at you, “gonna marry you one day.” he said putting a strand of your hair behind your ear. that was the last thing your heard before you came, you came hard and all over jungkooks thigh.

-

“what are you thinking about” he asked throwing his head back blowing out all the smoke.

“nothing” you murmured. what you guys didn’t know, is that someone was recording everything. from jungkook smoking to him wrapping his arm around your shoulder. oh how the internet was gonna take it..

to all the fic writers out there who have made 2021 bearable and have given us all countless hours of happiness and escapism, thank you so much