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they re so fucking hot

“are y’not gonna let me finish my workout, little minx?” h is working out and the missus is horny seeing him all sweaty and his muscles flexing 🥵

gangrry.

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YN was on the stationary bike in their home gym. Her legs were pushing the pedals with laziness due to being distracted.

Her husband was currently shirtless, only in a pair of short black athletic shorts and his trainers as he did bicep curls with large weights.

His skin was glistening, no clear space from his neck disappearing into his shorts of his naturally pale skin just tattoos.

“Focus, brat,” Harry makes deadly eye contact through the mirror as he watches her put no effort into the workout.

“Fuck off,” She replies sweetly, keeping her feet at the same, snails pace as she watches his back muscles flex tightly.

Harry grunts as he finishes out his last repetition of curls before dropping them heavily on the ground, and turning towards her.

“Y’not in here to try to fuck me. Y’need more stamina. If you had it, y’wouldn’t have a fucking black eye,” His shoulders are tight and a angry frown on his face.

YN softens, stopping her movement completely,“Stop blaming yourself. It’s not your fault that guy punched me. I wasn’t paying close enough attention.”

Harry trails over, unhappy as he thumbs over the discolored skin, “It is m’fault. Y’my wife, the only person I care about protecting.”

“I think you made up for it in the fact that you literally murdered them right after they did it,” YN replies, grabbing at his wrist to kiss his palm.

It was so interesting when Harry melting into this loving, protective, vulnerable person that he’d never been around anyone but YN.

“Kill anyone f’you. I just can’t let anything ever happen t’you,” Harry says forcefully, “You’re my only reason.”

Harry didn’t hug before YN.

Harry would have pushed the person off with a scoff or tensed up like he was going to be attacked - he’d never understood the gesture.

But now he asked for hugs.

He felt comfort when he could wrap up his wife into a tight hug with his nose buried into the nice-smelling locks that adorn her.

He had also had to learn that physical closeness didn’t always mean sex. He could enjoy having someone close to him without the intent of more.

YN steps off the bike to embrace him, arms tight around his middle and digging her face into his strong pec.

He responds instantaneously, pulling her in as close as humanly possibly to him , and his strong arms coming to wrap around her shoulders.

“You can’t protect me from everything,” YN reminds him quietly, hands trailing underneath the band of his shorts to massage at his hips.

“Yes, I can,” Harry mutters back defensively with a sharp edge.

YN shakes her head, knows it’s a losing battle, and pulls back a little to make eye contact with his dark, irritated glare.

“I love you,” She murmurs simply, thumb coming to rub over her own name thats inked boldly on the side of his neck.

Harry’s heart rate jumps embarrassingly enough every time his wife tells him that, he responds truthfully, “y’the only thing on this earth I love.”

YN leans up to brush their lips, fingers slipping into the front of his shorts to be met with the hot, thick skin of his length.

She giggles girlishly, “Worst gang leader to every roam London street and he gets a hard on when his wife tells him she loves him.”

Harry chuckles darkly, reaching down to grip her wrist tightly, and move it to his cock to wrap around it.

“Y’the only one who gets this cock, s’you got to take care of it,” He hisses when she squeezes right underneath the tip with delicious pressure.

YN shrugs, “I don’t know…I was in the middle of an intense work out.”

“Mm, tha’ work out consisted of you daydreaming about how y’want me to fuck you. Now tell me, brat, wha’d you decide on?”

When YN’s avoids eye contact, gets a bit shy, and nibbles on her bottom lips - he fucking goes crazy for it.

His tone becomes more goading, encouraging, “C’mon, already know y’not gonna let me finish my workout. Tell me how y’picture me givin’ it t’you and I will. Always give it t’you like y’want.”

“Thought about you fucking me in front of the mirror,” YN’s becoming a bit breathless with it.

Before her, Harry never even knew what sexy was. He thought it was the girls who’d come right up to him in clubs and offer him a blowie outright.

The girls who would be begging to be choked and called him daddy during their first encounter were the norm.

But when he met YN who was more subtle, made Harry work to figure out what she wanted, and then instead of trying to impress him just enjoyed the pleasure he gave her.

Well…he can’t imagine ever being attracted to anyone but his wife ever again.

The girls at the clubs could go for hours, in different positions that didn’t even feel good or elicit pleasure, and they never shut up with the dirty talk.

He’d never been more attracted than when YN got whiny because her thighs were tired, when the only words out of her mouth weren’t dirty but little praises of adoration and love, and when she was so fucking aroused still but exhausted that she laid there lazily encouraging H to do all the work.

He would have never guessed those were his actual turn ons, not the generic ones all the girls have picked up off watching too much porn.

In no time, Harry was sat on the workout bench, facing the mirror, with YN riding him facing towards the mirror as well.

Her movements were slow from her previous bike exercise, and she was more focused on anything of just grinding instead of bouncing.

Her eyes focused on where they connect, his shaft occasionally peeking out just to be encased again. Harry was going to let her do this for as long as she wanted, his hand finding home in her sensitive nipples.

It wasn’t turning into the heated, high-intensity sex he was expecting but rather a slower, more intimate bonding that he secretly liked even more than the former.

“Baby, look at how y’pretty pussy takes me. Know s’your husband’s cock, hmm? Let’s me right in,” He coos, smirking when she squeaks at a hard tweak of her nipple.

He’d never had slow, nonrushed, emotions-attached sex before his wife.

Now he couldn’t get enough.

“H, please,” She whimpers, he knows what she wants.

“Ask me nicely, brat,” He hums in return, watching her thighs flex to keep herself balance, her breasts heaving as she breathes heavily.

“Touch me,” YN chirps sweetly, hand laying lightly over his when he finds her swollen bud - her eyes hazily focused on where they’re joint.

“Tha’s it, did it proper. Good job,” He praises when he feels her tense up around him, walls hugging him tightly as her whines turn into beautiful moans.

Harry can’t help but snicker when she goes dead weight after she rides out her release, leaving Harry to do all the work as he sits up and pounds up into her.

“Selfish little brat.”

But there is a disgusting amount of fondness laced into the insult as he smears kisses on her shoulders and comes himself.

yo

english me and spanish me are two different people

me hace acordar a mi novio y a mi d chiquitos me voy a morir de amor jajdjqjsjaja 💘💘💘

just a little thought about fetus!harry and yn sneaking out of class to make out in the bathroom <3

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

"Christ, where did yeh learn to do that?" Harry asks, moaning at Y/N's kisses on his neck.

"YouTube."

It was embarrassing how quickly she turned him on, but it was understandable given his age and their hormones. Besides, she was the prettiest girl in the world, so that didn't help.

They're in the last cubicle of the girls' restroom instead of being in Biology class like everyone, but this was more fun, and Y/N didn't know what it was, but the fact that they could be caught only motivated her more.

She clings to her boyfriend's uniform sweater before he pulls her away, and she's about to ask, but he locks his lips on hers again.

The kiss is messy and inexperienced. They'd recently discovered what it was to make out and tried to do it every time with the excuse that it was "for practice".

The curly boy feels his heart pounding, he's been in love with her for more than a year and the fact that she's now his girlfriend and he can kiss her only makes him shudder with happiness. Y/N can't believe it either, she strokes the hairs of his neck as she sits on him on the toilet seat, and she wants to keep this moment in her heart forever, for the future.

Y/N breaks away for a second to whisper. "I wish we could make out forever."

Styles laughs, moving his kisses to her neck. "We will, want you to be the only one fo' me."

"Yeah?" She asks, her features revealing what her heart feels after hearing him. "I also want you to be the only one for me, H."

"Good, cause I don't think this is just a crush. I know we're kids but...–" He whispers. "I– I think I want you forever."

🥺 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

-

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.”

LO AMO 😩😩😩

now I want a gangrry period blurb ooomg

anything for my anons!

! | mentions of blood and pain.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | GANGRRY UNIVERSE

Harry had never felt peace and excitement coming home, until Y/N started making it her home too.

Every corner of the huge mansion had her essence, the smell of vanilla and homemade food, the warm pastel color decoration on the black furniture, the fuzzy blanket on the back of the gray sofa, everything screamed Y/N, and Harry loved every moment of it.

Now, he's welcomed with that characteristic smell, but the house is silent, he can't hear his girlfriend cooking, singing, nothing.

Unconsciously, he tightens the grip of the gun on the elastic of his jeans, and quickly heads up the stairs to the bedroom. When he walks in, he sighs in relief at the sight of her asleep in the king-size bed, but what he sees at his side of the bed chills him.

Blood.

Harry rushes to her side and puts his hands on her body, searching for any wounds and waking her up in the process. But then he saw the stain on her panties.

"H, what's wrong?" She asks in her sleep, opening her eyes to see her boyfriend's worried expression.

Of course he knew what period was, after all he had grown up with his mother and sister, but he'd never had to see it up close, and Y/N was his first at a lot of things, especially this one, and seeing her asleep next to her own blood gave him a bitter taste in his mouth.

He sits next to her and puts his warm hand on her tummy to calm the pain a bit, he'd read on the internet that it helped with the cramps and from the calm sigh Y/N ​​let out, it seems like it was true.

"You gotta get up, angel. I have to change the sheets so we can sleep, mmh?"

His girlfriend frowns in confusion, and turns on the light on the bedside table so she can see better. She instantly sees it on the grey sheets, it's a considerably large stain, enough to make her die of shame.

"H... I'm so sorry." She stammers, her belly is twisted and she doesn't know if it's from pain or from embarrassment.

"Hey, there's no need to be sorry. I've seen blood a million times." He answers, stroking her thigh. "This time is no different."

Y/N is about to cry when Harry picks her up and carries her to the huge bathroom in their room and sits her on the toilet.

"M'gonna run you a bath, okay?" He tells her, caressing her face. "Darling?"

"You don't have to, I swear."

She wants to hide from the world and especially from Harry, he's still in his black suit and his hair is messy and greasy from the number of times he ran his hand through it. He hadn't had time to relax that he has to take care of her because she doesn't know how to do it herself.

He notices her expression and kneels in front of her, stroking her bare thighs. "You're my girl, and my duty is to take care of you just like you take care of me. If I don't want to do it, I don't do it and that's it. Now let me prepare the bath for you and I'll change the sheets."

Y/N nods with a small smile and leaves a kiss on his lips that makes him flush, and he breaks away from her to start preparing the warm bath with a lavender bath bomb.

She undresses, trying to hide the red-stained insides of her thighs, but Harry ignores it and walks over to rub her belly. "Get in the tub and I'll clean the bed, yeah? I love you."

Those three words he doesn't say very often are enough to make her feel better. She doesn't have to feel embarrassed, Harry loves her and knows that this is completely normal, so she relaxes in the warm and purple-ish water as she listens to her boyfriend throw the dirty sheets into the laundry basket and put clean ones.

Harry walks through the door again, this time already dressed in just a pair of sleep pants and with his hair in a bun. "Done, I left some ibuprofen on your bedside table so you can take it before bed, how's the bath angel?"

He leaves clean clothes for her on the toilet lid and he kneels in front of her. Y/N reaches a hand out of the water to caress his handsome face, observing all his factions that conquered her every day.

"How are you so good at this?"

Harry ducks his head blushing at her question, he feels like a fucking idiot every time she makes him nervous, but he already accepted that it's her effect on him.

"I only learned by seeing what made my sister feel better when she was on her period." He answers, taking her hand that was against his cheek and holding it there. "I'm doing my bloody best. I'm trying."

She laughs, tilting her head back and revealing even more of the wet skin of her neck, which makes Harry weak on his knees. He sticks a hand in the water realizing that it's already getting cold.

He scratches his nose with his index finger and gets up to grab a towel. "Want to go to bed now?"

Y/N nods and stands with his help in the tub, stepping out onto the rub as she's covered in the towel by him, muttering a sweet "thank you" that makes him fall in love even more.

She's so sweet.

Harry passes out her clothes for her to get dressed, and when she's ready for bed they leave the bathroom and he stays in just his boxers while she takes the ibuprofen. They finally curl up under the huge, warm bed and Y/N sighs with pleasure as she feels no pain, snuggling on the chest of the gang leader who presses her against him and kisses her head with affection.

"'Night, I love you." She mutters and leaves a kiss on his swallows tattoo, beginning to drift off to sleep as she listens to his racing heartbeat.

He hums in response, stroking her hair as he tries to sink deeper in her, in her scent, figure, even her fucking aura, everything.

"Goodnight, angel."

And just like that, Harry Styles, Europe's biggest criminal, knows how to take care of his girl, and he was goddamn proud of saying it.

I LOVE RHIS SO MUCH

OMG DEALERRRY ATE ILY PLS DO PART 2 IF U CAN.

My idea is that Harry get jealous the reader is hanging out with Elliot Bc she’s besties with jules, rue and Elliot. But like also can u add smut ;)

MELODRAMA

euphoria au

dealer!harry x jacobs!reader

summary: harry gets jealous of elliot. y/n and harry run into cassie and nate.

a/n: rue is narrating in italics 

warnings: mentions of drugs and SMUT

masterlist

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When I had introduced Elliot to Y/N I immediately noticed that he had gotten nervous. Somehow along the way he had developed a crush on the girl.

If Harry were to find out about Elliot’s secret crush on her he better run. Fast.

“What the hell is this?” Y/N mutters as she grabs the joint Jules was rolling which makes Elliot laugh really hard.

Can’t he be anymore fucking obvious.

Right as Y/N lights the joint that was in between Jules lips her phone starts to ring. Rue catches a glance at the phone and sees a photo of her boyfriend Harry.

When I first heard about the cheerleader and drug dealer dating I didn’t believe it. Until I saw them making out in an empty classroom during sophmore year.

My mind was fucking blown.

“I’ll be right back.” Y/N says getting off the bed as she blindly grabs her ringing phone.

Elliot watches the girl disappear into the bathroom as she begins talking to someone. He feels someone staring at him and when he turns his head he sees Rue giving him a look.

“What?” He whispers quietly not wanting to alert the blonde that was sat at the end of the bed.

Rue shrugs her shoulders before she stands up from the bed and stretches.

-

“Wait what?” Y/N furrows her brows confused.

“Faye got fucking caught up with the cops and now she’s staying with us.” Harry grunts over the phone sounding very angry.

“How long is she staying with you guys?” She asks as she leans against the bathroom counter.

“Hopefully not for long.” He groans which made her giggle. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

Y/N widens her eyes as she looks around her.

Earlier Y/N had told her boyfriend she was going straight home after cheer practice but Jules and I had dragged her to Eliot’s place.

“I’m not home I’m with Jules and Rue but you could pick me up?” Y/N responds rocking back and forth on her feet.

“Send me your pin.”

-

“Harry Elliot. Elliot Harry.” Y/N smiles introducing the two boys.

They were all standing around in Elliot’s front yard. Rue was sat on the steps smoking a joint as Jules was stood next to Y/N.

Elliot forced a smile as he holds out his hand for Harry to shake. He completely ignored the hand in front of him and instead pulled out a cigarette from the back pocket of his skinny jeans.

This is so fucking awkward. I wanna run away.

“So I think we’re gonna go. Thanks for today guys.” Y/N dismisses herself and her malicious boyfriend.

Jules and Rue say their goodbyes to the couple but before Elliot could say anything Harry wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist and drags her away. It was a dick move but he didn’t like Elliot. 

The three watch Harry and Y/N get into his white vintage Mercedes —. Soon they drive off which makes Elliot let out a sigh and Rue look at him.

I really hope it’s just a small crush.

-

“Y/N I’m telling you. He’s fucking in love with you.” Harry says as he holds the car door open for her.

They had just arrived to the Jacobs household which Y/N resented. Her brother Nate was an ass but he genuinely cared for her, same with her father. But she knew they both were very terrible people.

She also still didn’t know about her father and best friend Jules. 

“I’m telling you he sees me as a friend.” Y/N mutters handing her boyfriend her cheer bag to hold. He grabs her bag and doesn't respond just rolls his eyes as she opens the front door. “I saw that.”

“Sorry.” The drug dealer mumbles which made her laugh.

Y/N was about to respond to him but a blonde walking down the stairs caught her attention.

“Cassie?” Y/N questions which makes the girl widen her eyes. Nate who was behind her clenches his jaw as he makes eye contact with Harry.

“U—uh Y/N? What are you doing here?” Cassie smiles nervously trying not to freak out.

Y/N was very close to Maddy, more closer than Cassie was. Before her it was Y/N, Kat and Maddy twenty-four seven. I had even hung out with the three of them for a while in middle school.

“I live here?” Y/N responds furrowing her brows. Her boyfriend stayed silent and just stared at her brother. “Are you guys like—”

“No! Cassie just came to pick up some of Maddy’s stuff. Right Cass?” Nate speaks up pulling the blonde down the stairs. She stays silent as she looks horrified. “Right Cass?” He glares at her which makes her immediately start to nod.

“Y—yeah.”

Before Y/N could say anything else her brother drags Cassie out of the house.

-

The car ride with Cassie was hell. She was crying to Nate about how she was going to get caught. She knew Y/N was suspicious.

When the Jacobs son had arrived back home he decided he was going to talk to Y/N. But he stopped himself from knocking on her door after a few loud moans were heard.

He soon recognized the sounds were coming from Harry. 

You see Harry and Nate were very close but when he dropped out of football to sell drugs with Fezco, the Jacobs was deeply hurt. The hurt turned into anger when he started to date his little sister. 

With clenched fists Nate headed downstairs.

-

“God your so fucking beautiful.” Harry whispered into Y/N’s parted lips as she softly moans at his words. “I love you. I love you, so damn much.” His words make the girls face grow hot.

He loved the way she still blushed at his praises. It really showed how much she loved him.

“If you love me please fuck me. Now.”

Harry quickly connects their lips together as he lines himself up with her. As soon as he buries his cock into her she lets out multiple loud moans.

Before he begins to thrust he repositions his arms to be right next to his girlfriend's head giving him a full view of her flushed face.

Several curses come from Harry as he fucks in and out of Y/N.

He loved the way she felt. It was like heaven. 

“Fuck Harry!” Y/N cries out at a particularly hard thrust. Harry smirks cockily as he quickened his pace wanting to get more praises from his girlfriend. 

Y/N’s nails dig into Harry’s back as she wraps her legs around his waist trying to be more closer to him. He pants at the feeling of her hands trailing down his lower back to his ass.

A choked moan came from Harry as Y/N cups his ass bringing him closer to her. She was the only girl that could ever made him fall apart like this.

Harry collapses onto her digging his head in the crook of her neck. He soon begin to suck on her neck leaving red and pink splotches decorating the skin.

He loved giving her neck bruises. It showed everyone that she was his.

“H I’m going to—“ Y/N whimpered which made Harry shush her.

“Me too darling. I’m close.”

-

Nate had been in the kitchen when Harry walked in shirtless showcasing his tattoos. 

“You healed pretty quickly.” Harry smirks as he opens the fridge to get a water bottle. The Jacobs who was leaning his elbows on the counter rolled his eyes.

When Cal asked Y/N about the fights she lied and said she didn’t know what happened.

Obviously her father knew she was lying because when he had grilled Cassie about New Years night she said Fez and Harry were the ones that got into the fights with Nate and McKay.

It was silent for a moment until he spoke up.

“You still deal?” Nate questions sarcastically which makes Harry look unamused. “What? Don’t want the cops called on you guys again.” He smiles making his sister’s boyfriend clench his jaw.

“At least I’m not fucking my ex girlfriend’s best friend.” Harry swiftly replies which makes Nate walk over to him threateningly.

“You don’t know shit.” Nate glares at Harry who was shaking his head smirking. He definitely knew and that's what made Nate scared. 

But before Harry could respond Marsha walks in with a smile. 

“Hey boys finally getting along?” Nate’s mom jokes which makes Harry start to snigger.

“Oh yeah sure something like that.” Harry smiles smugly as he walks away.

-

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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.

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(Y/N) wished she knew what had made Harry so quiet during tonight's study session.

He was still doing a phenomenal job as her teacher, but he'd been off the whole night. Since Monday even, (Y/N) felt like he'd been distant. Unlike before, especially given how close she'd felt to him after everything at the party, he wouldn't breach any topic of conversation that wasn't physics. If he wasn't helping her with notes during lecture or hashing out a concept she was having trouble on, he barely spoke. Even for as shy as she knew he could be, that wasn't the Harry she had gotten used to.

She worried that maybe something had gone wrong during the party that she didn't remember. (Y/N) felt like she was coherent enough through the night and remembered everything, but how was she supposed to know if she forgot an event if no one told her? She knew she had grown sleepy towards the end and even fell asleep on his shoulder when they were outside, but as far as she knew, that hadn't perturbed Harry at all. Maybe she had crossed a line that she wasn't aware of.

Even as he walked her to her car after wrapping up their tutoring session, he was uncharacteristically quiet.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he offered, one of the few sentiments he shared since leaving the library, "I'll see you in class."

A small smile curled his lips, but (Y/N) knew it was still wrong.

"Goodnight, Harry."

(Y/N) wasn't even sure if he stuck around to see her drive off.

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Sitting in biology, Harry realized he was bored.

For him, that wasn't normal at all. When he was in a scientific setting, especially one like today when discussion was based on molecular biology, Harry was typically fully engaged and ready to learn any tidbit of information. He'd never been the kind that found class to be boring—sure, there were times he wasn't completely present and participating, but he'd never actively checked out and been unable to focus before. But, Harry couldn't find it in himself to care.

Nothing had felt normal since that Monday in physics. (Y/N) had been on his mind since, and while that wasn't a huge difference, it was the context that had changed and made him revert into his shell more than usual. Every time he thought about what it was like to lay on the trampoline with her, the soft of her body tucked under his arm and her breaths coming out in puffs against his chest, he warmed until he was replaced with Trystan. It was no longer a story he was a part of, Harry feared. He had been replaced with someone he didn't even know was a character.

Harry knew he would be okay, that this would all blow over soon enough, but in the meantime it sucked. He hadn't realized just how deep this crush on her went, or the faith he held in all of his friends' assurances that he wasn't making a mistake chasing after her.

No matter the reason, class was dragging on and Harry wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else. Lecture hadn't started even ten minutes ago and he was already having to coach himself through the rest of the lesson, telling himself to stick it out and then he can go home and do all the things that had been put on hold (he was planning on filming some premium content tonight to go up this weekend, and those shoots tended to take a little longer). He tried his best to distract himself with his notes, but even then, they were lightyears away from being as detailed as he was used to. Maybe if he pretended enough, he would really end up focusing—at least that was what he was telling himself.

When his phone went off in his bag after a couple more failed attempts at being engaged, Harry had never been more grateful for the buzzing sound. Typically, he tended to push off answering any notifications in class in favor of participating, but today, this was serving as a safe haven from the boredom swimming through his head.

He figured it was nothing more than a text from Mitch as Harry reached for his phone, but no matter what he was going to take advantage of the distraction. When the screen finally lit up with the grey bars detailing the notifications waiting for him, he stopped with his thumb hovering over the unexpected box.

It was from his cam-site.

Normally, that wouldn't faze him, but this was different. It was a private message from sunflowerssweetheart.

He knew the last time they had talked, he had told her that his direct messages were always open and to reach out whenever, but it'd been weeks since. She hadn't reached out to him at all, and in that moment Harry was worried something was wrong (he wasn't sure why he would be on the list of people to reach out to in case of emergency, but he wasn't going to question it). The preview of the message was hidden in favor of revealing only that there was One (1) New Message from SunflowersSweetheart! waiting for him.

Swiping it open, he was brought to his main inbox. At the top of the screen was the new thread with a green dot beside the username. The beginning of the message was revealed with only a glimpse of the large-eyed pouting emoji. He hesitated with his thumb hovering over the chat for a moment, unused to the rush fluttering through his system at the sight of a viewer's message. Before he could overthink it, Harry tapped on the text.

sunflowerssweetheart: thinking of u daddy

Oh.

Oh.

He practically froze in his spot when he read over the honorific keyed at the end of her message. His eyes were no doubt the size of half his face with cheeks flaming red. Never would he have thought this was the kind of message he would receive in the middle of molecular biology.

But, this was his sweetheart.

He couldn't lie, she was one of the users he'd become attached to through his streams. She was so sweet and responsive to everything he said, even if it wasn't inherently sexual. He looked forward to those comments, and noticed when that username didn't pop up during his shows. He couldn't leave her hanging.

treatpeoplewkisses: yeah? what were you thinking about sweetheart?

After locking his phone and placing it facedown on the desktop, Harry became hyper aware of the fact he was still sitting in a lecture hall with his classmates all around him. Though he was feigning confidence in the message, the beat of his heart was almost strong enough to completely throw him off balance. Even with the sound of his professor droning on at the front of the room, he was eager for a response to come through. He didn't bother with adding to his notes anymore, the page in front of him left half blank despite the useful information he was sure was being projected ahead of him.

By the time his phone vibrated against his desk, Harry's hands were sweaty with his restless feet shuffling against the linoleum. He reached for the device in a rush, already feeling his stomach jump at the thought of what the next message may contain.

sunflowerssweetheart: i know u said to come to u if I needed anything and I was just thinking about u today and... i need u

Fuck.

At least he was sat in the back so no one could look over his shoulder and peek at what was going on.

He swallowed thickly as he typed out his response, tucking his phone into his open textbook.

treatpeoplewkisses: what got you thinking about me, love? what made you need me

Keeping the device unlocked and the thread opened, Harry used his restless hands and picked at the corner of his pristine notebook, dog-earing the page over and over until a series of creases marred the material. As soon as another message came through, his attention was centered squarely on the screen.

sunflowerssweetheart: i was thinking about one of the shows you did last week

Her text was punctuated with the pouty-eyed emoji she seemed so fond of. It made it a little too easy for Harry to fantasize about having a sweet thing like her on her knees before him with wide eyes staring up at him. His leg bounced in an erratic rhythm under his desk as he brought his free hand up to cover his mouth with his palm. A harsh breath was exhaled through his nose. The fact that he was leading into a conversation like that while out in public was adding another layer to the interaction that got him worked up faster than he expected.

treatpeoplewkisses: yeah? which one?

He kept up his calm facade as he pressed send. Harry reviewed the themes of the live shows he had put on the week previous, with hopes of figuring out what exactly had pushed his sweetheart into messaging him at two in the afternoon on a Thursday. He had a bit of an idea considering she had already revealed a peek into her own fantasy when she called him daddy, but he wanted to know exactly what was running through her head.

Her next response took longer than usual, making the second that it came in that much more of a rush for him.

sunflowerssweetheart: the one you did last Friday when u were daddy

Harry was only halfway aware of the person in front of him glancing over his shoulder, most likely bothered by the tapping of his foot. He curled his shoulders as if to protect the private messages being held in his phone, but did his best to quiet his ministrations.

treatpeoplewkisses: you liked that sweetheart? do you like when im daddy for you?

Running a heavy hand through his hair, with a defining tug to his roots, Harry tried to center himself. He was getting carried away; it was apparent in the way that his pants were a little too tight to be comfortable in public and he felt hypersensitive to everything around him (though he still wasn't listening to a word that was being said by his professor). He swore he could feel every brush of fabric over his skin and the tickling of his curls over his neck, each sensation blooming while his mind was preoccupied with a building fantasy.

sunflowerssweetheart: i do

The reappearance of the large-eyed emoji let Harry know she was shy at her admittance—whether it was an act or not, it only furthered the sweetened narrative he was writing with her in the starring role. He typed out a response quickly, not wanting to leave her feeling embarrassed from her message.

treatpeoplewkisses: don't be shy sweetheart, its okay. I like being daddy for you too

treatpeoplewkisses: what do you like about it when im daddy?

Harry forced himself to lay his phone face down on his textbook. He reached for his water bottle at his feet, sipping on the cool liquid inside in an attempt to bring himself back to earth and reach a kind of clarity in the moment. He was in public—what was he thinking?

The self-scolding he was delivering to himself was swiped to the side when his phone buzzed over the thick textbook on his text. Another message from his sweetheart.

sunflowerssweetheart: I like it when youre in charge

sunflowerssweetheart: I want to listen to everything u say

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he read over the text bubbles over and over. She was a dream, wasn't she? The only way she could get more perfect was if he knew her in person.

treatpeoplewkisses: oh I see

treatpeoplewkisses: you like being a good girl then?

Her response came in almost immediately, Harry's mouth drying as he struggled with his composure.

sunflowerssweetheart: i do . i wanna be good for you daddy

Harry had to read that seven times over in order to get the information to process fully in his flooded brain. Sure, he'd done this before—these one-on-one chats with a clear end goal—, but never like this. Those others had paid a predetermined fee to speak to him like this. Even if they had said something like this to him, something that made his stomach tighten and toes curl, it had nothing on the effect he was experiencing now with his sweetheart. This wasn't a scheduled session with Harry trying his hardest to make it worth their while, she had truly gotten herself hot thinking about him and wanted him to do something about it.

treatpeoplewkisses: well youre being so good for me already for telling me all of this, you know that?

treatpeoplewkisses: are you doing anything right now, sweetheart?

While Harry wanted nothing more than to receive a text back with details of what exactly she was doing, he realized the double-edged sword he was provoking with his request. He was going to have to figure a way to maneuver his backpack to rest on his front when leaving while also not looking crazy.

sunflowerssweetheart: i've gt my hand in my panties thinking about you

Her now signature emoji was dotted at the end again, feeding into the shy illusion Harry was writing up for the character he was painting in his head. He didn't even know what she looked like and she already had him wrapped around her finger, ready to drop to his knees despite the fact she was the one begging for him. He couldn't handle this.

Before Harry could even formulate an answer to send back, she sent another text that made each muscle in his body jump.

sunflowerssweetheart: can i send you pictures? are you okay with that?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

He couldn't even lie, Harry was more than okay with gaining a visual of this girl. He craved to see what she really looked like compared to the persona he had cooked up for her; he already knew she would blow it out of the water.

But, he couldn't be here when he found out.

With the kind of thoughts running through his head in that moment, Harry knew he couldn't be in the middle of a lecture hall right then. He needed to go home. He needed to text one of his classmates about the notes and leave before he caved in and reached into his pants to take care of the pressure building beneath the muscles of his stomach.

Harry hadn't realized just how long of a lag he had taken with his racing thoughts before another message came through.

sunflowerssweetheart: its okay if not though!! i don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything i've just seen a lot of you and I thought this would kind of even it all out but if youre not okay with it that's totally fine !!

The tone the message held wasn't the same kind of shy that had been sprinkled over her other texts, a coy kind of approach that let him know she wasn't sure what she was doing but she knew what she wanted. This one tinged to something closer to embarrassment as she tried to take back her words from the lack of his response. He didn't want her thinking that he didn't want to see her, especially when all he had wished for since he had grown a bit of a liking towards her was to get a glimpse of her fingers stuffed inside her just as she described in the comments of his videos. He just needed to be home before he saw that.

treatpeoplewkisses: no no no I do want to see you sweetheart, I just need to be somewhere private before I do. im not at home at the moment, but if you can be good and wait for me, it'll only take me another 20 minutes to get home then I can be with you

Barely a second had passed before she sent another text.

sunflowerssweetheart: omg ! I didn't know u weren't home im so sorry!! ofc I'll wait for you

Even in the midst of the conversation they were leading into, Harry couldn't help but be reminded of how sweet she was. How she was able to go from calling him daddy and moments away from sending him pictures of her body, to this cute thing that was apologizing for not knowing his schedule was beyond him.

treatpeoplewkisses: good girl, I'll message you when im alone then, okay?

sunflowerssweetheart: okay thank u !

Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, Harry typed out his response, knowing it would only make his pants tighter despite the fact he still needed to slip out of the full classroom.

treatpeoplewkisses: thank you, what?

sunflowerssweetheart: thank u daddy

Fuck, he needed to get home.

He reluctantly swiped out of the app and pulled up his contacts as he began a frantic game of shoving his things into his bag with his free hand. Finding the contact of a girl he shared the class with and had exchanged notes with before, he drafted up a message saying he had an emergency and had to go home and requesting that she send him the remaining notes whenever she had a chance. With papers still spilling from the flap of his bag and the ill-written text being sent, Harry rushed from the classroom with pairs of eyes pinned to his back as he exited to the main hall. Absently, he flicked to the previously open app and found the text thread with his sweetheart still up with his honorific practically jumping from the screen.

As he practically ran through the green, Harry was sure he looked insane, but he had bigger things to worry about.

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Bursting through his front door, Harry barely had the mind to lock it behind him before he was dropping his clumsily filled schoolbag to the floor and running to his room.

He had never been so appreciative of his lack of roommates until he flopped down on his bed with his phone out and his other hand working on the button of his pants, too preoccupied to close his bedroom door behind him.

treatpeoplewkisses: are you still there sweetheart?

Before he had a second to worry that she hadn't been able to wait for him and left Harry with an unsatisfied notch in his stomach and rudimentary notes, a message came in.

sunflowerssweetheart: iam I waited like u asked

Harry all but melted into his mattress, eyes shuddering closed and head falling back into the puffs of his duvet. He could relax a little now, at least he knew he wouldn't be left hanging.

treatpeoplewkisses: good girl sweetheart im so proud of you

Lazily, he tugged up the hem of his top and pushed his pants to the mid of his thighs. He curled his fingers into the waist of his boxers and pushed them down to match the position of his pants. His cock slapped against the tensed muscles of his stomach, a pearl of precum beading at the slit. Harry's mind had wandered the twenty minutes he drove home, trying to imagine what it might be that she'd send him with the lingering bits of what she had already messaged him floating about his head. Every made-up scenario made him that much harder while he tried to drive; only a press of his palm to the tent in his pants was what he could offer, letting everything build up until he was finally home.

treatpeoplewkisses: did you have anything you wanted to send me still?

With his prodding text sent, Harry indulged himself with a slow pump of his hand over his length. He collected the precum that slipped over the head and slicked it down over the rest of his shaft in lingering pulls. The narrative including his sweetheart that he had begun crafting during the drive home resurfaced as he let his eyes close.

God, he really hoped she still wanted to send him pictures.

After a moment with no response, he started to worry. If she no longer felt comfortable sharing any photos, he wanted her to know that it was okay. He would still talk to her and get her off with whatever he could offer. Just as he was about to tell her as such, another message came through.

The notification lacked a preview except for the single detail of One (1) New Photo Message! No thumbnail was offered, leaving Harry to scramble to swipe his finger over the grey bar and get a peek at the girl that had been stealing his attention during his shows.

Inside the thread was the single photo as promised. She was in what he could only assume to be her bed, puffs of a softly colored duvet curled around her. The runs of fabric only served as a background like the waves that cradled Cabanel's Birth of Venus with his sweetheart being the main focal point. Her face was cut from the frame—something he expected—leaving the full of her body to be admired. A set of silky lingerie was wrapped around her form, the fabric an angelic shade of platinum white that glinted off of the low light cast over the scene. With no padding or underwire sewn into the garment, it left the lingerie to be nothing more than a flimsy layer of fabric that fell like a skirt over her breasts with thin straps ribboned over her shoulders. The round of her breasts and the peak of her nipples were easily seen through the folds of the silken fabric, just an inch of adjustment needed before he would catch a glimpse of her bare skin. But, what took the most of Harry's attention was the teeny pair of shorts covering her modesty. The 'shorts' were nothing more than a fluttery pair of panties that clung to her center before flaring out at her hips in a plisse style. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but Harry swore that the middle of her panties were dampened and shades darker than the angelic hues of the rest of the set.

Fuck.

He didn't even realize that his hand on his prick started working harder at the sight of the girl on his screen until a shudder of pleasure worked up his spine. It made it all that much better that she was the sweet girl he'd become attached to compared to the random patrons that carved out designated time in his schedule for an interaction like this. She was the one that answered when he asked about their day and begged to cum with him and was especially active during his daddy shows. And, she was beautiful.

Harry's stomach was tight as he lazily typed out a response with his free hand, though his eyes never strayed too far from her picture.

treatpeoplewkisses: oh sweetheart youre so gorgeous. prettier than I could have ever expected

treatpeoplewkisses: i wish I could hold your pretty body and take care of you like you want

His sweetheart's message came through quickly though Harry was finding himself lost in the feel of his hand on his cock; his thumb swiping over the head with tight drags over his length as he built a fantasy around the girl in the photo.

sunflowerssweetheart: i wish u were with me too h I can't stop thinking about you and how you talked in those streams:(

His breathing turned heavy as his mind was loaded with scenarios built around the curve of her form. He typed out a response with his eyes half-lidded, struggling to keep his eyes on his words instead of her full thighs and silken underwear.

treatpeoplewkisses: what did I do that you liked, sweetheart? what did daddy say?

Before she had a chance to send another message, Harry tapped on her photo again and let it fill his screen. It fueled his ego thinking about her touching the curves of her body and dipping between her thighs while tuning into his streams. He wished he could be the one touching her skin, smearing his lips over the soft of her tummy and the full of her thighs. He pictured himself leaving soft bites over the swells of her breasts and soothing the sting with his tongue. His fist worked in tight tugs over his length as his lusty thoughts took him to a world where he was wrapped up in the sage colored sheets of his sweetheart with her hips in his hands and her warmth against his form.

sunflowerssweetheart: u were talking about how messy you'd make me letting me suck u off and how you'd be too big for my mouth but I'd like it anyway

He wished he could hear her say these words. He wanted to know if her tone would be high and sweet or silky and husky.  He wanted to know what it would feel like to have her breath fan over his neck and her pretty voice curl around him. He pictured her with sweet eyes, gazing at him with a yearning glaze lacquered over her irises.

treatpeoplewkisses: yeah sweetheart? that made you wet when daddy talked like that?

Harry whispered a curse as his hand stuttered over his length, his grip tightening around his slicked member. The thought that she had gotten wet by his words alone—especially when they focussed on her pleasing him—made his lungs tighten and the muscles corded around his arms tense. What he wouldn't give to have her on her knees for him just like he had described.

sunflowerssweetheart: it did daddy

sunflowerssweetheart: so wet

He recalled the sight of her photo with her clenched thighs and the patch of wetness seeping through the crotch of her panties. He pumped his fist faster over his length, the vein lining the underneath throbbing with each pass that urged him to cum. He forced himself to breathe, using the techniques he learned from his streams to keep from finishing before he had a chance to see more of her and ensure she was well taken care of.

treatpeoplewkisses: I can tell from the picture you sent me with that little wet spot on your pretty underwear

treatpeoplewkisses: you really like me being your daddy that much that it makes you soaked like that?

With his teeth sinking into his lower lip, Harry wished he could have an indication of whether or not she was typing like his normal text messages. Nonetheless, the anticipation struck him in the muscles of his stomach and kept his mind solely focused on the girl on the other end. By the time her message came through, Harry had to force his hand to slow on his cock.

sunflowerssweetheart: i think so

The end was stamped with her now signature pouting emoji, the large eyes matching the shy tone of the text he wished he could hear in her voice. He liked teasing her like this; he never got a chance to see this much of her during the streams as he had to cater to everyone and was prone to getting lost in his own fantasies. He could tell this wasn't something she was used to doing, the way she danced around her answers as if he wasn't itching to hear all of her desires and find what drew her to him in the first place.

treatpeoplewkisses: tell me the truth sweetheart, its okay. your pussy is already telling me everything I need to but I want you to say it

A beat passed before the next message came in.

sunflowerssweetheart: I like it alot daddy u always make me cum so hard when youre like that

A smug curl of his lips colored his features as his eyes drooped closed. He felt heavy as he sunk into the mattress beneath him, her words reading like a script in his head over and over. His hand worked in rough pulls over his length, balls tightening under his shaft with precum seeping from his tip. The want to actually be with her was going to be a running theme, he decided as he again found himself fantasizing about wrapping himself in the sage colored sheets she laid in.

treatpeoplewkisses: I love being your daddy especially since I know now it makes you feel so good

treatpeoplewkisses: you're such a good girl, you know that?

When her message didn't immediately come through, Harry took a second (a long second without his hand on his cock) to kick off his pants and leave him with his boxers tossed off to the side and his trousers in a pile on the floor. He adjusted his position on his bed, resting his head on his pillows with his bedding ruched around his form. Pulling his shirt high up on his chest to leave the full of his abdomen on display, Harry reached for his phone in a rush and settled his fist loosely around the base of his cock.

sunflowerssweetheart: every time you say that it makes me s o wet I can't stop touching myself daddy

Harry didn't even think before he typed out his response.

treatpeoplewkisses: show me

He knew he was making a bold request, and he didn't want to push her into sending more than she was comfortable with, but he needed to see her. Just the idea of seeing her hand tucked between her thighs, under the silk of her panties, made his cock throb. (Besides, whether or not she sent him anything more, he would still fulfill his side and send her as many pictures and videos as she may want).

A moment later, another photo came through that filled the length of Harry's screen. Much like the first view, the camera focused on the full of her body with the duvet fluffed around her. Though her face was still cut from frame, traces of her hair could be seen curling down her neck and brushing her shoulders before the rest of it was swiped out of view. He followed the line of her neck down to the slope of her shoulders where the strap of her bralette was falling down to rest at the mid of her bicep. The skirt of her bralette had shifted just barely from the last photo she sent, offering a small look at the under curve of her breasts. The line of her form drew him lower down her body to the flare of her hips where the main different in the photo took his breath away. Her panties were pushed to the middle of her thighs, legs spread apart. With her hand dipping towards her center, Harry was offered a full view of her slit, covered in a pearly sheen of her wetness. She was just as soaked as she had said and he had hoped—he would have easily slipped inside of her if he had been lucky enough to be there with her.

"Fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back into his pillows. His eyes squeezed shut as he stroked his cock in rough pulls with his phone clutched tightly in his other hand. His body practically keened as he worked himself harder; bending his knees, he curled his toes into the duvet with his tensed thighs beginning to ache though he paid it no mind. The cords of his muscles were ropes under his skin, abdomen tight and veins thrumming.

treatpeoplewkisses: fuck sweetheart youre going to kill me you're so gorgeous

treatpeoplewkisses: I wish I could kiss you all over and take care of your pretty pussy

treatpeoplewkisses: looks so sweet baby

He couldn't stop himself before he pressed send on a third message, not caring if he came across as overeager.

sunflowerssweetheart: pleasee daddy I wish u were with me right now I want that so bad

As much as he wanted to message her back, his eyes were stuck on the new photo. What he wouldn't give to brush her hand out of the way and bury his face between her thighs; the slick of her pussy coating his chin with her thighs warming his ears as she tugged at his hair. Fuck, if he wasn't careful he was going to blow before he had a chance to really take care of her.

treatpeoplewkisses: youve got me so hard right now sweetheart and you're not even here, you're so gorgeous

He figured it was time to return the favor as Harry pressed on the camera icon. With his fingers looped around the base of his shaft, he positioned the camera to capture the full of his length. A sheen glimmered over his prick from when he smeared pearls of precum—like the one beginning to form at the crown of his cock—over himself. The camera shuttered as he took the photo, adding it to his message before pressing send. He made a lazy pass of his fist over his length as he typed.

treatpeoplewkisses: see what you do to daddy, baby?

sunflowerssweetheart: daddy I wish I could help you h my god

Harry whispered a string of curses as he read over her message, endeared by the small typos she made and the lack of her usual excessive punctuation and emojis. He liked to think she was too busy focusing on other things to be worried with those quirks.

treatpeoplewkisses: and you'd be so good for me wouldn't you? you'd let me fuck into your mouth and hand and get you all messy right?

His hips bucked into his hand at the thought of getting a sweet thing like her all messy with her spit running down her chin and over the curve of her pretty throat or even getting her hand sticky with his cum as she let him surround her with everything him. His body felt like a bow drawn tight, toes curled in the duvet and his teeth tightly holding his bottom lip between the blunt edges. He'd done sessions like this before with other viewers, but never had he felt so uninhibited and reeling from his own pleasure. No one had drawn a reaction like this from him when he didn't even know what they really looked like.

sunflowerssweetheart: I would daddy I would I promise

treatpeoplewkisses: I know you don't have to promise me I know sweetheart

treatpeoplewkisses: I can't imagine you being anything less than the best girl

Before he was too far gone to keep a leash on his control, Harry pulled up the camera application again. This time he swiped to the video option. He didn't pause the stroking of his cock, allowing his camera to adjust to the view before tapping on the record button. He was hyper aware of the wet noises escaping around his fist as he fought to keep his phone steady. Swiping his thumb over the ruddy head, focusing on the sensitive slit that leaked precum, he let out a rumbling moan that had built in his chest.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he grumbled, his breathing shaky, "You'd let me cum in your pretty mouth if you were here right? You'd be good and clean me up, baby?"

He allowed a few more seconds of him jerking his cock before ending the recording. He didn't think before he pressed send, backtracking to read the praising texts she had sent while he was busy. A beat passed while he waited for her response, the spiral in his stomach tightening as he realized that she was most likely watching the video and listening to him talk just for her. He had to stop his hand at that thought, roughly fisting his base as he refused to finish before he received her reaction.

sunflowerssweetheart: daddy youve got me so close already I can't even breathe

God, she's so fucking hot. The perfect wet dream that had reached out to him herself.

treatpeoplewkisses: yeah? are you touching yourself how I would? teasing your pouty little clit and getting your fingers all wet before putting them inside?

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he really visualized that pretty body listening to his words and pleasing her pussy the way he would. He hissed a swear as he jerked his hand away from his cock. He instead dug his nails into the thick of his thigh, the pinpoints of pain allowed for a string of clarity to seep through his system. His cock ached and he knew he didn't have much time left if he kept his fist wrapped so tightly around his shaft.

sunflowerssweetheart: yes yes yes im picturing you doing all of it

His cock jumped in response, aching for Harry to resume his attention. He was going to be so sensitive when he finally found the control to keep going.

treatpeoplewkisses: you'd let me do whatever I wanted right? let me take care of you like I want?

sunflowerssweetheart: please daddy

Harry relented then, unable to beat the temptation and resumed the heavy pulls of his cock through his tight fist. He had been right, he was undeniably sensitive, his stomach jumping at the feel of his warm, slick hand running along his shaft and tracing the thick vein that snaked along the underside. He couldn't stop himself before scrolling to her photo again, fixing his gaze on her slick pussy and teasing hand. Squeezing his eyes shut as a thrum of pleasure worked its way through his tensed muscles, Harry could still see the ghost of her form on the inside of his eyelids.

treatpeoplewkisses: fuck I wish I could love all over your pretty body

treatpeoplewkisses: mark you up and give you pretty bruises on your neck and move your bra out of the way and tease your tits

treatpeoplewkisses: you'd let me eat out your pretty cunt too right?

sunflowersweetheart: I wish you were here daddy I'd let you do anything you wanted everything

His teeth sunk harshly into his bottom lip as he read over her message, chest tightening at the thought of her letting him do anything and everything he wanted. He was a giver, so that was music to his ears.

treatpeoplewkisses: show me how well youre taking care of yourself sweetheart I want to make sure youre doing it right

When the video came in, Harry forced himself to stop his hand around the base of his cock in a reprimanding fist. He knew, just from the blurred thumbnail alone, that this was something that would test the strength of his control. He would rather not play with temptation, especially with the way his prick throbbed in his hand.

Pressing play, his sweetheart's video filled his screen and played with the soft audio sounding in the silence of his room. It gave him a view between her spread legs, her panties hanging off her ankle in the corner of the frame. Harry's eyes were fixed on her fingers as they swiped through her wet slit, her fingertips glistening in the light before she tucked them inside her weeping hole. The sounds of her wetness came in wet gasps around her fingers as she thrusted them in and out. She played a game with herself, taking her fingers from inside and swiping them over her folds and circling her clit before slipping back inside. He could see her fingers curl inside her before a gasp sounded in the background, hips bucking towards her camera in a spastic moment. It wasn't until she whimpered out a small call of daddy did Harry's cock jump in his tight grip and his jaw locked into a grit as he kept in his own noises in favor of listening to her.

Harry watched it two times over, the volume turned up as he listened to her moans and squeaks as he chanced strokes of his hand over his length. That peek at the sound of her voice was enough to bring his heart to a stutter with his eyes rolling to the back of his head with his honorific wrapped in her tone ringing through his ears. He dropped his phone for a moment, running his hand heavily through his hair and tugging at the roots as her video replayed on the inside of his eyelids. When he found a moment of clarity, he struggled with swiping away from the video to respond to her, but he knew he couldn't keep her waiting.

treatpeoplewkisses: fuck you almost made daddy cum sweetheart you're so sexy

sunflowerssweetheart: im so close daddy I keep watching your video and I cant calm down

Pumping a lingering stroke over his cock, Harry cupped the head in his palm and thumbed around the mushroomed shape. He groaned as he read over her message, tugging himself closer and closer with his precum smearing into his already sticky hand. He was going to cum soon if the snug spiral waiting under the muscles of his stomach meant anything.

treatpeoplewkisses: yeah? you wanna cum with me? show daddy how good ive made you feel?

A string of curses fell from his lips as he threw his head back into his pillows, thumbing at his weeping slit with his sweetheart starring in his private fantasy. If she sent him anything else, another photo or video, he was going to be done for.

sunflowerssweetheart: yes yes pleaseeee

sunflowerssweetheart: can I see you daddy please I need you

For a split second, he was tempted to utilize the chat-cam feature at the top corner of the chat—to pull up a call with her to see her exact reactions in the moment. But, he didn't want to push her, scare her into never contacting him again. Instead, he pulled open his camera and focused it on his cock. Pressing record, he recalled the images of her body with the curves of her breasts and her fingers inside her pussy. The soft of her glistening skin was imprinted in his mind, wishing he could feel her against him. Her voice echoed through his head, tiny squeaks and gasping breaths wrapping around his lungs and squeezing until his own breathing came in labored puffs. All the while he worked his hand in swift and rough strokes over his length, his balls tight against the underside as he allowed the full of his pleasure to wash over his body.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he moaned, voice grumbling and low as it left his throat, "Cum with daddy, baby, cum with me." His camera work became shaky as he started to unravel, unaware of the slew of swears that left his lips as his hand sped up before his cum erupted in ropes from his tip. A deep, roiling groan came from his chest as the spurts landed on his thighs and pooled over his fist in pearly runs. Her petname was dispersed through his moans, calling to her as if she would suddenly appear to clean him up with the soft of her hand and the slick of her tongue.

Harry was barely even aware as he pressed send on the video, his chest heaving as he sunk into his bed. His eyes fluttered closed as aftershocks of his orgasm shuttered through his body, muscles rippling. Before he could calm any, he remembered he was going to receive a video of her cumming, his sensitive cock throbbing at the thought. He didn't think he could do it, but if anything could make him cum twice in such little time, this would be it.

When he did receive the video, the timestamp at the bottom was less than thirty seconds though the thumbnail was enough to squeeze his lungs just at the sight. Pressing play, he knew he was much too sensitive to tug at his softening prick, but he was tempted. Again, he was given a view between her legs, with her fingers already tucked inside with the slick noises sounding as she rapidly thrusted them through her folds. Her palm was pressed tightly against her clit as she smeared over it in rough circles. Her moans worked like music to his ears, his hypersensitive body protesting at the reactions she was pulling from him though Harry didn't wish it to stop for a second.

"Daddy," she squeaked, her tone standing out starkly against the slick noises of her fingers, "Daddy, I'm cumming—oh my god!" Her breathing came out in gasped pants, growing higher in pitch as her fingers quickened in pacing. Her hips bucked into her hand, fucking her fingers harshly with her clit pressed tight into the ball of her palm. She eventually melted as she came down, sinking into the mattress with the tufts of her duvet wrapping around her form in waves.

The video ended with her fingers being pulled out from inside her clenching hole. Her palm was slicked with her cum while her fingers were soaked and glistening in the light. His eyes were fixed to that final view, gaze going hooded as he wanted nothing more than to clean her up and taste her slick on his tongue.

treatpeoplewkisses: fuck sweetheart I wish I was there to clean you up

While he waited for her response, he stood on wobbly legs and made it to his bathroom for a towel to clean himself. He kept the conversation pulled up on his phone, an eye trained on the messages as he swiped the drying cum from the muscles of his stomach and the palm of his hand. When the message came in, he rushed with wet hands to find her response.

sunflowerssweetheart: I don't think ive cum that hard in so long

sunflowerssweetheart: thank u daddy

The emoji he had missed was stamped at the end, the pouting eyes bubbling on his screen. Making his way back to his bedroom with a pair of boxers now slung low on his hips, he resisted the urge to rewatch one of her videos though he knew his overworked body couldn't take it.

treatpeoplewkisses: feel good sweetheart? need any more tonight?

He knew he was fucked, but if she wasn't done for the night, he was going to find it in himself to go again. Anything to make sure she was feeling satisfied.

sunflowerssweetheart: no im okay now I had alot of classes today so I think I might nap but thank you

Before he had a chance to message her back, a longer text was sent with the lack of her usual emojis and emoticons.

sunflowerssweetheart: im sorry I cant afford all the premium pricing and everything but thank you for still playing with me and all

sunflowersweetheart: this was so needed ngl haha

A small smile tugged at Harry's lips. She really was a sweetheart, he decided—she was thanking him for helping her cum as if he hadn't got just as much out of this deal.

treatpeoplewkisses: don't worry about any of that okay? this is jsut for you and me don't worry about anything else. im happy I could take care of you sweetheart I only want you to feel good anyway I can

treatpeoplewkisses: message me whenever you need me okay? sweet dreams, baby

sunflowerssweetheart: I will h I promise

The final glimpse of her text was punctuated with her emoji, Harry's gaze lingering on her message for a second longer before he locked his device. He fell back into his bed, his fatigued muscles sinking heavily into the mattress.

Shit.

Harry jumped when his phone went off again, the notification stunning his slowly unraveling muscles. He moved lethargically as he reached for his phone, the grey notification bar boasting a regular text message.

Veronica P.

Hey Harry, I just saw your message! Prof Marai just dismissed class, but when I get back to my dorm I can send you the notes from today if you still wanted them! Sorry to hear you're not feeling well, though. Let me know if you're going to have to miss any more days and I can send you all of the notes!

A huff of a laugh left his lips as he dropped his phone on his comforter and shuttered his eyes. He had forgotten all about the first half of his day, if he was being honest. At least he was going to get his notes.

—————

It'd been days since (Y/N) felt this relaxed.

She'd been stressed for days, worried about Harry and what it all meant since he'd gone so quiet. The day before, she bit the bullet and finally messaged H from the cam-site and took him up on the offer to reach out to him whenever she needed him. Because of that conversation, she'd finally been able to relax, even with the knowledge that the following day would be her last tutoring session with Harry before the retake.

Though she felt a tint of nerves when she thought about Harry and how she was going to navigate the session with him, the edge was missing now that she wasn't so tightly strung. All she needed was for the distance that had grown between her and Harry to have dissipated. She missed him; she missed the guy she got to know while laying in the middle of a trampoline on Halloween night.

In trying to think of anything she could do to bridge the gap she now felt between them, she texted Harry with a plan to meet up outside of the library. She hoped that maybe, if she got him out of that academic setting, he would feel comfortable with her again. She hoped, at the very least, it would make him smile again.

hey! do u want to meet at caffeine dreams today instead of the library??? i feel like we spend so much time there ahaha

(Y/N) almost didn't expect any response from him. She had begun to get used to the way that he would dodge any subject matter with her that wasn't physics based, so even this made her feel like she was going out on a limb. When her phone did go off, she tried not to drop it in the rush she felt to read the message.

Harry

Sounds good! See you soon!

Her shoulders dropped at the tone of his text. He already seemed so drained of her and they hadn't even met up yet.

But, she wasn't going to give up yet. She was going to go and try her best to mend whatever had been broken between them. She didn't want this to stop when they had nothing else left to review; she didn't want to go back to being silent seatmates now that she knew what it was like to be his friend.

—————

(Y/N) made a point to get to the coffee shop fifteen minutes before their agreed meeting time. With her school bag slung over her shoulder, she worried her fingers and the polish on her nails while she waited in line, spotting Trystan at his usual helm behind the register. By the time it was her turn, she felt she had worried her fingertips into smooth pads with the prints picked away.

"Hi (Y/N)," Trystan smiled at her, already typing in her usual order of a sweetened chai latte with almond milk.

"Hey," she peeped, bouncing on her tip-toes before interrupting him from ringing up her order, "Could you add a plain black coffee to my order, too, today?"

Trystan's bronze-hued brows rose at her request, with his gaze flicking to her before dipping to the screen in front of him, "Sure. Are you meeting that Harry guy today?"

(Y/N) nodded her head, a slight furrow lacing her brows, "How did you know?"

"You only get a black coffee if it's for him—and you only get nervous ordering like that when you don't know what to get," Trystan smiled, taking his time ringing her up with the lack of line waiting behind her.

"I just never know what to get him; he changes his order all the time," she whined, her nail polish falling victim to her restless fingers.

"He came in a couple of weeks ago, and I think he got something like this, so I think you did good. Don't worry so much, (Y/N). If it's wrong I'll just make whatever he wants on the house so you still look good. How is everything with him, anyway?" She tried not to visibly deflate at the question, not wanting to give away all of her feelings, but Trystan's keen eye caught it all. "What happened? Ny told me she was sure he liked you."

"I don't know," she shrugged, "He's just been weird since that Monday you came by, and I don't know what I did. Today is the last time we're meeting up before my retake, so I'm just trying to fix it before he doesn't have a reason to talk to me."

"I'm sure it'll all be okay, (Y/N)," Trystan consoled, fishing out the oversized coffee mugs from under the counter, "Maybe he's just not sure how you feel, so he's pulling back. He'd be an idiot to not be falling all over himself for you, I promise."

"You're just saying that because I helped you get laid," (Y/N) teased, passing over her card for him to run.

Trystan made a noncommittal shrug of his shoulder, a sly tilt to his lips, "Maybe that's part of it, but I'm taking all the credit for finally asking Oliver out, even if you played matchmaker." He handed over the receipt, before a serious set colored his features, "But really. I'm sure everything is going to go just fine with your Harry. But, if not, just let me know and I'll make sure to mess up all of his orders for the rest of his life and always spell his name wrong."

"Thanks, Trystan," (Y/N) laughed, genuinely grateful that her roommate had introduced her to the cafe so she could get to know someone like him, "When you see him come in, just let him know I'm towards the back."

Trystan sent her off with her numbered receipt, promising to knock some sense into Harry if he had to. (Y/N) only shook her head before finding her spot in the back: a quiet booth swathed in rich tones of emerald green and warm oak panels. She situated herself to get a good view of the front door so she could keep an eye out for Harry, though the thought of seeing him put a pit in her stomach.

While she waited, their coffees were dropped off on mismatched saucers, their orders scribbled around the rim in dry erase marker. (Y/N) carefully sipped on her own, forcing her eyes to her laptop where she searched for a distraction in the notes pulled open on her screen. In her quest to tear her mind off of Harry, she almost missed him when he walked through the door. She could hear the faint sound of her name coming from Trystan as he told Harry where she was stationed. If she hadn't had her gaze glued to him, she would have missed the way Harry's shoulders dropped when he turned his eyes to Trystan, juxtaposing the polite smile on his face.

She knew there was something off going on between them, but she hadn't expected him to be so disappointed to see her.

Nonetheless, Harry followed the directions and rounded the main counter to scan the line of booths with (Y/N) sitting in the very back. When he spotted her, a small smile curled onto his lips. Still, it wasn't the same. There was no flush to his cheeks like he used to have, instead just a simple curl of his lips that felt tight.

"Hi," he mumbled, dropping into the booth across from her with his seafoam green cardigan taking the spot beside him.

"Hi, Harry," (Y/N) greeted him, perking up in hopes of him matching her energy, "How are you? How was class?"

"Good, it was good, thank you. How about you?" Harry answered, readying his supplies to be spread across the surface of the table. He didn't seem to notice the mug sitting just off to the side of him, instead fixing his attention to the physics literature.

"Mine was good, thanks," (Y/N) peeped out, already feeling some of her hope deflate at how surface level this interaction was becoming.

"I was thinking we could start with that last unit today, make sure you're comfortable with it before Friday," Harry prattled off, barely lifting his gaze from his textbook even as he reached towards his highlighter that had rolled just a little too close to the cup of coffee with his name scribbled on the saucer. His fingers bumped into the ceramic, finally catching his attention and pulling it from the academic hole he was intent on digging for them. "This is for me?"

(Y/N) smiled as he directed his wide eyes in her direction, the familiar rosy hue she had missed beginning to work its way up his neck. "Yeah, I thought it would help since you just got out of class and everything. Did I do okay? I know you change your order a lot, so I'm never sure what to get you."

He dipped his gaze to the streaky black words that detailed the rich liquid in the cup, a shy smile working its way on his lips with a dimple denting his cheek. She had missed that look.

"'S perfect. Thank you."

"Really?" (Y/N) bubbled off, feeling the tense in her muscles finally begin to dissipate, "I had to ask Trystan if it was right, since he's so good at catching and remembering orders and everything."

The easy smile that had drifted over Harry's features slunk away at the sound of her friend's name. "Trystan?"

"He's the guy up front right now—he actually came by Stanfill's class just a little bit ago, remember? He's really good at remembering orders and everything since he works here," (Y/N) trailed off, swallowing once she recognized the disconnected look in Harry's eyes.

"Oh, yeah," Harry mumbled, reaching for the still hot coffee though he didn't flinch when it touched his tongue.

"He—um—he owed me one," she explained, "The chai, I mean. I had stayed up all night with him the day before Halloween trying to help him get ready to ask this guy Oliver out. I told him I would help if he promised to bring me a free drink at some point—I hadn't been serious, but I wasn't going to say no when he really did bring one."

A switch flipped over Harry's head as she spoke. "He has a boyfriend?"

(Y/N) shrugged, busying herself with a small sip of her own drink, "Well, not yet, they've only gone out on one date so far, but I'm sure they'll be a couple soon."

Something seemed to be lifted off of Harry's shoulders at her short explanation. A shift had come over his demeanor, and (Y/N) wished she knew what had caused it. She figured maybe today had just been a coffee day, the extra caffeine needed after he'd had a long day. School was something that easily stressed Harry out, so maybe this was all he needed to get him out of his funk. No matter what, she wasn't going to question it. As long as he stayed this way and didn't step back into the chilly distance that had separated them before.

"That's very nice of you, (Y/N)," Harry smiled, a genuine light reaching his eyes as he cradled his mug between his hands, "I'm happy for him."

"I didn't do much, but it was my idea on how he should ask him," she smiled proudly, eager to make the most out of anything that wasn't science talk with Harry, "I even helped him plan out where they should go and everything. From what I heard, it turned out really romantic."

Harry's eyes didn't stray from her as she spoke. Instead, she was granted with that shy smile she'd yearned for and the familiar flush that had been missing from his cheeks. Though she decided it was the coffee and change of scenery that pulled him back on balance, she couldn't snuff the hope that it was really because of her.

—————

(Y/N) had learned her lesson the hard way about walking into a test with such blind confidence. This time around as she walked into Stanfill's classroom, she made a point to have very cautious expectations for herself.

The usually filled hall was left almost completely empty, spare for a handful of other students (Y/N) didn't recognize. She took her normal spot towards the back of the room, wishing Harry were there with her. Instead, she was left with the cup of tea he had recommended (caffeine jitters would only make it harder for her to concentrate, he had told her), and the review packet he had put together for her like the devoted tutor he'd become through all of this. She left her bag in a pile at her feet. Her rose tea warmed her palms as she fixed her gaze to the sole pen she had laid out in front of her. The other's around her didn't seem as high-strung as she, as far as she could tell from their relaxed postures and the way three of them were playing on their phones while the other two were half-asleep. She took a deep breath in hopes of centering herself, the floral fragrance of the tea wafting around her.

With another ten minutes before the official start time of the exam, (Y/N) couldn't help herself before she plucked out the review packet she had tucked away in her bag. Harry had preached to her that it wasn't always a good thing to do such last minute studying before a test—allowing her brain to process and digest information was much more important than imparting the same facts and formulas over and over in hopes of faster retention. But, she was afraid of the false security she had had last time, and didn't want a repeat of the embarrassment. Besides, Harry had only dropped off the packet the other day, and with the rest of the work she had left piling up in favor of focusing on the retake, (Y/N) only had a couple of hours here and there to skim the answers before her attention was diverted.

She planned on replacing her phone in her bag, the device to fill the space that the packet was leaving. Before slipping it in, she checked the screen for any notifications that couldn't wait until she finished. A text from Harry quickly stole her attention, the grey bar showing only a small preview of his message before it trailed off. She pulled up his thread with a swift drag of her thumb over the screen, a small smile growing on her face.

Harry

You've got this (Y/N)! I believe in you!! Text me when you're done, I want to know how it went:)

(Y/N) was a second away from melting into her seat as she read over the message. Her smile was large enough she worried it would split her cheeks when she imagined Harry taking the time to send her such a kind message when she knew he was busy with his own classes. He was too sweet for his own good.

After typing back a quick thank you and a promise to talk to him again after, she slipped her phone into her bag and pinned her attention to the study materials in front of her. The first few pages were simple formulas to remember with mnemonic devices to help, along with short explanations of why a specific theory was important. (Y/N) eased into the rhythm of studying, reading over the familiar material that Harry had done such a good job of teaching her. By the time she made it to the third page, she was happy she had chosen to look it over; her skims hadn't done the packet justice. There were sections she hadn't remembered were tucked inside, giving her more reason to pluck apart the information.

As she read over the small section Harry had devoted to all things about centripetal force, a small note in the bottom corner caught her eye.

you've got this, (Y/N)!!!! :)

It was scrawled in Harry's familiar handwriting, juxtaposing the typed font of the rest of the papers. (Y/N)'s eyes rounded out as she scanned over the note a handful of times. Flicking through the rest of the packet, she found similar notes sprinkled throughout. Some were encouraging pep talks she could hear in Harry's voice with others being small pictures with smiley faces. Each bit encouraged her the way only Harry was able to do. He really wanted her to do well, she could feel it with each scrawled note. He believed in her; he hadn't listened to any of her pouty declarations of being stupid and stuck to his conviction that she was smart enough to put even his grade to shame.

She knew she was meant to be concentrating on the exam that was bound to start in a few minutes, but (Y/N) was entirely too overwhelmed to think of anything but Harry. The crush she had harbored for him was small, at least that was what she had thought. But this—all these notes and the fact he wanted her to do well with no other motivation other than wanting good things for her—, the time they spent together at the Halloween party, and the way she had missed him so much when he had disconnected from her, made it all come to a head. Her simple affections for him had been innocent for so long, but now she wanted nothing more than to take this further.

She didn't care if she ended up looking too far into this all, and found that Harry was just a sweet, shy guy that extended a tender form of friendship to her. But she was willing to risk that kind of rejection when she remembered the shy smiles he directed towards the ground, the flush that permanently colored his cheeks, and the way he stuttered and stumbled over his words whenever he touched her. She really liked him.

Stanfill's monotone voice broke her from the conviction that was building in her head. His voice boomed through the near empty lecture hall, but it had nothing on the thundering of (Y/N)'s heart as she decided that she was going to have to start plucking up the courage to ask Harry to dinner. (Somewhere nicer than Wanda's, that's for sure).

When the final test in the stack made its way to (Y/N), she gave a final glance at one of the smiley messages Harry left for her before tucking it away.

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Being the first to finish her exam, (Y/N) pulled out her phone the second she was out in the hall.

i just finished!!! i think i did good but we'll have to see ! thank u for the study packet and all of the notes btw those really meant a lot to me to see them before the test

She pressed send on her message to Harry, hoping he understood how honest she was being in her appreciation for him. The butterflies in her tummy rose high enough to crowd her lungs when his response came through, her heart taking a vacation when she read the contents.

Harry

Of course! I'm so proud of you, (Y/N)!!

She all but floated home with those words replaying in her head.

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"Have y'looked yet?"

(Y/N) felt a shy smile creep onto her lips as Harry bumped his shoulder against her own. Stanfill had just dismissed class, leaving them to walk out to her car with (Y/N) staying closer to his side than she'd ever had before. Before leaving, Professor Stanfill had reminded the class that retake grades had been entered for anyone that had participated, and any questions over this grading had to be emailed to him before the end of the day. (Y/N) knew that morning that the grades were in, the notification dinging on her laptop before she left for class, but she was too scared to look. She wanted to wait for Harry.

She shook her head, the framing strands of hair around her face skimming her features. "No, I'm too scared."

"Why?" Harry bubbled, being the loud one for a change, "I know you've done amazing—you've got nothing to be scared of. Look right now while 'm with you."

Stopping at the curb before her parked car, (Y/N) fished out her phone. She tried to mask the shaking of her hands as she swiped open the notification, the fact that Harry was right beside her causing her heart to race more than the anticipation of her grades. Tapping through the app, (Y/N) found the retake results only to read over the numbers a handful of times.

"Well? What is it?"

Jumping to her toes, a broad smile split (Y/N)'s cheeks. "I got an 89%!"

Harry's brows jumped high over his eyes, raspberry colored lips working into a smile that rivaled her own. "Really?!"

"Yes! I did it!"

(Y/N) all but launched herself into his chest, locking her arms behind his neck as Harry stumbled backwards as he struggled to keep them upright. After a lag and a bit of hesitation, she felt his arms wrap around her middle, a sturdy cradle framing her body. Passing students walked around them, leaving just the remnants of their footsteps to be heard while they were enveloped in their faux-private moment.

Harry tucked his head into her neck, lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "'M so proud of you, (Y/N). I knew y'could do it."

Her skin prickled at the sound of his deep voice whispering into her ear. A vague feeling of familiarity pinged in the back of her mind at the sound of that specific phrase wrapped in his voice. Maybe it had been from all the times she had read those same words in his voice, with the real thing eliciting a giddy shiver to run down her spine. That was all it was.

"Thank you for helping me," she mumbled into his shoulder, "I wouldn't have even done the retake if you hadn't been there to help. It means a lot, Harry."

A beat passed where his only response was a smile she could feel against the curve of her neck. By the time he hesitantly pulled away, (Y/N) returning to her natural height without the help of her tip-toes, Harry's face was flooded with a crimson warmth and sheepish dimples dented into his cheeks.

He couldn't meet her eyes, she noticed. He darted over her features as his arms fell from around her only to be bundled behind him with fingers tangled. Taking a deep breath, he looked towards his shoes, where the toes of his Vans kicked at the concrete under them. He looked nervous—more nervous than she'd seen him in months. Not since the first time he had stopped her to offer up his notes after lecture had she seen him like this

Just as she was going to ask if he was okay, Harry steeled his shoulders in an attempt to feign confidence as he drew his eyes to her. "M-Maybe we should celebrate."

"Yeah?" she pressed, unsure of why this avenue of conversation would make him so nervous, "What were you thinking?"

He brought a shaky hand to run through his hair, the curls tumbling between his fingers as he swallowed. "Maybe I could take you for dinner? Only if y'wanted to, though."

(Y/N) had to bite back the smile that was pushing at the corners of her lips, his demeanor beginning to make sense if she was right about where he was going with this. "Like a date?"

She didn't think it possible, but Harry's features flushed a deeper hue as he ran his hand messily through his strands a second time. "N-Not if y'don't want it to be," he choked out, voice small as he dipped his gaze to where (Y/N) was worrying the strap of her bag in her fist.

"Well, I guess it'll be a date then."

His curls flopped over his forehead with the way Harry whipped his head up to match her gaze. Deep dimples were thumbed into his cheeks with his lips growing into a smile. "Really?"

"Yeah, I would love to go on a date with you, Harry. Maybe this Friday?"

(Y/N)'s own heart was already beating like a hummingbird's at the fact Harry had asked her out, but there was something even more dream-inducing knowing that he was just as giddy as she was.

He nodded his head in eager jerks, speaking through a beaming smile. "That's... That's perfect. I'll text y'later with times and everything?"

"Yeah," (Y/N) breathed, edging towards her car, "I'll be waiting."

Before she drove off, (Y/N) is fairly certain she saw Harry in her rearview mirror dig his hands through his hair before dropping them to his sides as he smiled up at the sky.

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tension is the pulling force that guides an object

ahhhh!! its happening!!!! I cannot wait for everyone to see how it all comes together in the next part please lmk what you think ab this part and what you think might come next week!!! thank u sm for reading, and sorry for any mistakes!!

i’m such a whore for this man

Uma, babes, now I need like a vacation blurb with gangrry!!🙏🧎🏽‍♀️

YOU WANT IT YOU GOT IT! did this filthy because long hair harry brings out the worst in me.

! | smut, dirty talk, oral fem sex, fingering.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | GANGRRY MASTERLIST

"You look so cute right now."

"There's no way that someone like me could look fucking 'cute'."

But he does. His blue shirt is completely unbuttoned, showing off his tanned chest which makes his tattoo ink stand out more, his hair is loose and covered by a hat which isn't typical of someone like him.

Y/N laughs, stretching out on the lounger. They were enjoying a weekend on one of their yachts, this one named after her, and there was nothing more peaceful than the sea.

Harry removes his hat and shirt, tossing it onto another of the loungers as he maintains eye contact with his wife, knowing the power he has over her. And she over him. He ties up his hair and then puts on a pair of sunglasses that belong to her, and slowly walks over to her lounger.

She's wearing a black bikini that's too small to be true, and Harry feels his insides that he thought were rotten revive because of her. He can't help but love her so much, so much that it makes him dizzy. He knows that she can do whatever she wants with him, and he loves every second of it.

"Are you done daydreaming about me?" Her sweet voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he looks at her from behind his (her) sunglasses as he slowly climbs on top of her. "I was tanning, you know."

"I don't care."

Y/N's prepared response is drowned out as he begins to place wet kisses on her neck, trailing down to the valley of her breasts and lifting his head to see her angelic face. There's something about him wearing the sunglasses that makes him even hotter, it feels like he's so casual in loving her that it turns her on more.

"You look so fucking gorgeous..." He says, pulling his tongue out from between his lips to lick at her burning skin, making her moan in contrast. "Can't believe I have someone so perfect all to myself."

Y/N squirms on the lounger, closing her eyes because of the sun and desperate for Harry to get close to her throbbing area, it was amazing how he could make her feel so many things so fast.

He reaches out and unties her bodice, pulling it up so he can see her breasts, glistening in the sun. His mouth waters at the sight, and it doesn't take long for him to bring his tongue to a nipple, making her gasp.

"Baby–" She moans, bringing a hand to the back of his neck to stroke the hair escaping from the bun. He licks the other nipple, grunting at the taste of sweat.

Before Harry, she'd never experienced sex that was so passionate and made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Before Y/N, he hadn't felt what it was like to love and trust the person you're having sex with.

They just complemented each other.

Before he can get down again, she grabs his neck, looking into his eyes. "Wait. Give me a kiss, please?"

He can't help the smile that spreads across his face, and he kisses her eating her mouth. Teeth collide, tongues fight, but it has that loving, sweet touch that can only come from her. It's so perfect, it's so them that his chest hurts like a bullet went through it, but it's his heart that beats only for her.

"Gonna let me make yeh feel good?" He asks as they part, both eyes closed, foreheads pressed together, and agitated. "You're gonna let me eat your sweet cunt, right?"

Y/N blushes like crazy at his dirty words, she was so isolated from that vocabulary that even though years have passed she'll never be able to get used to it. Oh but how she loves every second of it.

She nods furtively. "Yes, yes, please."

"Anything for m'girl."

He climbs off the lounger to kneel at the end of it, being face to face to her lower area and slowly slips her last piece of clothing off, leaving her naked in the middle of where no one can see them. find them. It's just the two of them, and that's everything.

Harry braces his hands on each of her knees, and slowly spreads Y/N's legs apart as he stares deeply at her, her hole stretching around nothing, and it's all his fault.

He moves closer to her wet cunt, and inhales. "Shit, this all for me?"

He licks his index finger and brings it to her hole, collecting the wetness and spreading it throughout her cavity, he barely caresses her clit, teasing her. Making her moan and lift her hips against his hand.

"Answer me, Y/N."

His voice is hard, serious, like the one he uses when he's doing an interrogation and has to torture someone. It shouldn't turn her on more, but it does.

"Yeah, just for you, you know it." She answers, her voice sounding agitated and needy but she doesn't have time to be embarrassed.

Harry smirks, whispering a "That's it, thank you." and attacks her cunt shamelessly, he licks her clit from side to side, stimulating it perfectly making her almost scream. He's so good at this.

"God, Harry." She moans, moving her hips against his face, he simulates thrusting against her hole with his tongue, and slowly inserts a finger inside which is quickly squeezed by her walls.

"So fucking tight." He moans against her, making her gasp because of the vibrations.

He sucks up all the moisture she has to give, and inserts another finger so he can stimulate her G-spot that he knows where it is by heart. He feels his member completely hard against his swimsuit, but this moment is about her.

If there was one thing Harry loved more than killing, it was eating cunt, and when it came from her, it just made everything a thousand times better.

His fingers move quickly inside her as well as his tongue against her clit, and he can feel that she is nowhere near cumming.

Confirming his doubts, she moans. "M'close."

The gang leader accelerates his movements even more, and moves his head from side to side making her arch her back, his fingers became extremely tight and wet, indicating that she came. Her moans echo against the sound of the sea and the birds, and he licks her orgasm until she gently tugs on his bun to make him stop.

He approaches her mouth and kisses her, sharing her taste, and Y/N caresses his bare back, slowly digging her nails in.

"Did so well fo' me." He whispers, placing kisses on her cheeks.

"I love you." She answers, still sensitive. And he just nods his head, they both know that this is his way of saying he loves her too.

It was nice not being a criminal for a day and just love his girl, he wished he could do it everyday in the future.

But for now, he had a burden on his name.

out of this planet

RIPPED AND RUINED

A/N: i was dumb enough to fucking delete the original post of this fic so now its a repost so please if you liked or reblogged the prev one, do the same with this!! 🥺🥺🥺

WARNING: adult content

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

masterlist

Red and black tinted cotton pads are scattered on the bathroom counter as Harry finally finishes up washing his makeup off from tonight. His falsies are discarded in the little trash bin next to the toilet and he totally has a lot more respect towards women for putting up with those for the sake of a nice makeup look. They kept poking and tickling him during show, couldn’t wait to get rid of them.

He had so much fun tonight. Despite his hatred for Halloween, he had a great time, dressing up with his band and crew, seeing his fans go all out with their own costumes, it’s been such a wonderful evening.

When he is finished with washing his teeth he finally heads out, wearing only his briefs as he steps out of the bathroom.

“Hey, do you think that—“

His question quickly gets caught in his throat, long forgotten as soon as he lands his eyes on you, lying on the bed wearing the same red tights he wore tonight on stage, only that they look a thousand times better, though you would argue with that, his box on top of your head and… nothing else. Absolutely nothing.

“What do I think?” you hum teasingly, tilting your head to the side as you move a hand up your chest, your fingers dancing across your naked breasts, Harry’s mouth watering instantly at the sight of you.

You told him you’d steal the tights and the bow, it shouldn’t be a surprise to him, but he didn’t think it would happen tonight and like this, but he is not complaining. The red tights hug your curves just perfectly, coming up around your waist and he is already imagining rolling them down, revealing your naked and wet cunt underneath and the thought makes him go feral.

“I don’t know what you think, baby, but I’m thinking that I’m the luckiest bastard to walk this planet,” he huffs, making you giggle.

He walks over to the bed and you roll to your stomach, crossing your legs in the air as you rest your chin in your palms, blinking up at him with pretentious innocence all over your face. The hungry look you give him eyeing his crotch that’s now perfectly lined up with your face instantly makes the blood rush into his cock. His hand comes to cup your face, making you look up at him from under your thick lashes, his gaze scanning over the curve of your naked back and the way your ass is swelling under the fabric of the tights, like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. He runs his thumb across your cheek before moving it to your lips as they open in an instant. You suck on it, swirling your tongue against it and it earns you a mumbled fuck from Harry, sending shock waves down to your pussy.

“On your back, baby,” he orders, pulling his hand back and you’re quick to obey him. He climbs to the bed, grabbing your ankles to pull them apart so he can settle between your legs with you all spread out in front of him. Sitting back on his heels you let out a tiny whimper when you see his hard cock outlined through his briefs. His hands slowly run up the length of your legs, gently massaging them on the way up, taking his time to remember this sight for as long as he lives.

“Do you think Lambert would kill me if I ripped the tights?” he asks with a mischievous smirk on his face, his fingers dancing across your cunt, feeling the heat radiating from you.

“I think at this point he expects it, seeing how I ripped your pants from New York night one,” you huff back, remembering the mind-blowing sex that black suit gifted you with that night. Harry smirks, pleased with your answer as his hands move to the hem of the tights, slowly starting to roll them down your waist, but then he stops and before you could even process what’s happening he rips a huge role right between your legs, the cold air hitting your naked and dripping wet pussy.

“I barely even touched you and you’re already drenched,” he hums satisfied, leaning closer to you, blowing on your cunt softly that makes you whimper, greedy to be touched.

“Always, H. I’m always wet for you!”

“Because you’re my good girl,” he murmurs, bringing his thumb to your clit as he starts drawing slow, lazy circles, taking his time to tease you, turn you into a whimpering mess under his touch with so little. “Look at you falling apart just by one little touch and I haven’t even had my mouth on you. Always so turned on for me, right?”

“Harry, please!” you gasp out as he drags his finger through your slick folds, teasing your opening but not pushing into you just yet.

“Please what, my love?”

“Please do something! Enough with the teasing!” you whine out, a smug grin tugging on his lips as he stares down at you.

“Always so needy,” he hums, getting onto his stomach, pushing your legs further apart before he finally presses a kiss to your clit, his tongue swirling against it before he sucks on it. You gasp out, a shiver running down your spine at the sensation, fingers tangling into his hair as you grind against his face.

“Yes! Oh my God! Yes, Harry!” you moan uncontrollably, your back arching and you’re having a hard time not moving around too much. You wouldn’t want to bother him as he eats you out so eagerly.

He returns to your clit with one hand, increasing the stimulation, while his other hand reaches up, cupping your breast, kneading and groping it, pinching your nipple. You cover his hands with yours and dragging it up to your lips you suck on two of his fingers and you feel him gasp against you at the warm feeling of your mouth around him.

“Fucking hell, that mouth of yours will be the death of me,” he groans as he sits back up to his heels, pulling you up before he discards his briefs, his rock hard cock springing free. You eagerly climb over to him, getting down onto your stomach, holding yourself up just enough to get your face lined up with his cock. Unlike him, you don’t tease him, not because you don’t want to but because you’re way too eager to get him into your mouth after what he just did between your legs.

Grabbing him by the base you lick his whole length up, wrapping your lips around his head, giving it a few gentle sucks before taking more of him in.

“Yeah, just like that,” he groans, bunching your hair in his hand to keep it out of your face as you bob your head up and down, taking as much of him as possible. “Fuck, your mouth is definitely second best thing I like to have my dick in after your sweet pussy.”

You moan at his words, your walls clenching around nothing as you think about how good it will feel to have him inside you very soon. Harry notices it, a hand sliding down your naked back, over your partially exposed bum thanks to the rip in the tights before he reaches between your legs, pushing two hands into you without a warning.

“Fuck!” you cry out, popping off of him, but he is quick to smack your butt for it.

“Don’t stop or I’ll stop too,” he warns you, and you get back to sucking him off faster than ever, feeling his fingers slip back into you as he starts pumping vigorously. It’s hard to focus on anything when he is completely ruining you and you haven’t even had his cock inside you. Well, not where you need him the most, because he is balls deep inside your mouth currently.

You try to keep it together for as long as possible, but you reach your breaking point soon, having him inside you turning into a matter of life or death at this point.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t!” you cry out getting up from your stomach, straddling his lap so fast and eagerly that the two of you fall back, but he doesn’t care, just wraps his arms around you, his lips attacking you as you grind against him, his cock moving between your dripping wet folds and every time the tip hits your clit you moan into his mouth. “H, I need you, please, fuck me already!” you beg as if your life was on the line.

“Y’need me to fuck your greedy pussy, hm? Want me to give it to you?”

“Yes! Please!” you gasp when you feel him poke at your entrance, but don’t slide into you just yet. He rolls the two of you until you’re lying on your back and he is weighing down on you, hips locked between your thighs as you curl your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass.

“Y’know I can’t say no to you, my love,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you hard, a hand reaching down between the two of you and as soon as he has himself lined up with you, he pushes into you swiftly, filling you up so good as his whole length gets buried inside you.

“Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh my God,” you gasp at the feeling, your walls tightening around him that makes him grunt before he starts thrusting into you fast and hard.

“You like that? You like having your boyfriend pound into you?”

“I fucking love it!” you whimper, fingers digging into his back, making sure to leave a few marks on him. He always goes feral about them in the morning when he sees them in the mirror, usually earning you a good morning fuck.

“Think about how thousands of girls had fantasies about these tights tonight, but you’re the only one getting fucked in them. How does that make you feel, hm? Do you like being my only one?”

“I love it, Harry! Makes me feel so fucking good!” you moan and cupping his face you pull him down for a kiss, your tongue pushing past his lips, melting together with his as he keeps up his rough thrusting.

“Only you can have me, I’m yours, Y/N. Are you mine? Who do you belong to, baby?”

“You! I’m all yours, Harry!”

“Then be a good girl and hold onto the headboard. Don’t want you to get hurt,” he murmurs, kissing one last kiss to your lips as he pulls away, sitting up, but keeping your legs wrapped around him as he starts fucking you from this new angle, his fingers digging into your hips, his greedy eyes watching your breasts bounce, your pretty lips that were wrapped around his dick just minutes ago forming an O shape as you keep moaning, hands plastered against the headboard to keep you from hitting your head against it since he is going so hard, the slapping noise of him railing into you filling the room mixed with the gasps, the whimpers and grunts.

Suddenly, he pulls back and you cry out at the feeling of being empty all of a sudden, but you don’t have much time to dwell on it. He manhandles you so easily, flipping you over to get you on all four, making you push your ass up so he can fuck you from behind. Your legs and arms feel weak as he thrusts into you mercilessly.

“I’m gonna buy a dozen more of these tights and ruin them all just like this,” he growls, hooking a finger into the waistband and making it snap against your sweaty skin.

“Harry, I’m close!” you warn him, the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach.

“I know baby, I can feel it,” he breathes out, an arm coming around so his fingers can reach your clit, adding to the already overwhelming feelings you’re going through.

“Oh my God! So good!” you scream, not able to hold yourself anymore. Your arms give up so you fall to the bed, your ass still up since Harry is holding you up, but you don’t stay like that for long, face pressed into the pillow. He leans forward, bringing his arms around your chest as he helps you up until you’re sitting on his lap, your back pressed up against his chest as he keeps thrusting into you. Reaching behind you grab onto him wherever you can to keep you steady and you’re just moments away from bursting.

“Let it go, baby. Wanna feel you tight around my dick, want to feel you cum hard.”

“I’m so close,” you breathe out, his hands snaking up to cup your breasts, squeezing and kneading them, your senses are absolutely overloaded. You thought it’s not possible, but he goes even faster and your breath gets caught in your throat as your orgasm bursts inside you, setting you on fire as you keep screaming his name.

“Fuck, yes! I can feel you pulsing around me!” he whimpers and a moment later he cums as well, riding out his high along with you, filling you up so good, you want to milk him to the last drop.

Your movements slow down, he drags his thrusts out, his heaving chest melting against your back as you lean against him with your full weight. Your head falls back against his shoulder, giving him the chance to kiss up your neck and shoulder, nibbling gently on your sweaty skin as he is still moving inside you lazily, riding out the last waves of your orgasms.

“I love you, you’re fucking amazing,” he murmurs against your skin, one hand moving down to between your legs, gathering some of your juices mixed with his cum that leaked out of you, bringing his finger to his mouth as he sucks it clean and you can’t help the fucked out whimper that slips through your lips, a mischievous smile tugging on his perfect lips. “We taste so good, baby.”

“God, how do you have the energy to be sick and twisted after fucking the living shit out of me?” you scoff tiredly.

“I always have energy for that,” he smirks smugly.

He pulls out gently, helping you to lie on your back as he makes a quick trip to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he returns, he doesn’t have a towel with him like he usually does, but when he kneels up to the bed and takes the ruined tights off of you, it dawns on you what he is planning to do.

“No! Harry!” you gasp when he uses the expensive fabric to clean you up.

“What? It’s already ripped! Don’t worry, I’m not that sick to send it back to Lambert like this,” he chuckles at his own joke and you give him a wide-eyed look. Poor man would probably faint if he saw the tights completely ruined, covered in cum.

“Stop, you’re such a pig!” you snort, snacking his chest, but he grabs your hand and kisses your palm smirking down at you.

He throws the tights away and you force yourself to handle your business in the bathroom. When you return to the room, Harry is dressed in his briefs and an old t-shirt, holding another one in his hands for you. You let him help you put it on, pressing a kiss to your nose when he pulls the t-shirt over your head.

You get into bed, Harry pulling the covers over you, tugging you close to his side as you cuddle him, always wanting to be close to him after some intense fucking.

“I hope you know I didn’t joke about ordering more of them,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Oh, I know,” you huff. “I know you well enough, Harry Styles.”

“That you do,” he grins to himself, completely satisfied.

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my brain straight thought about him edging you and all you want is for him to finally just fvck you and then he say what is in the video 😭😭

EDGING

A/N: you asked for it and im serving it. get ready for the juice!

WARNING: adult content, edging... bc he is just obsessed with it.

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

He is still wearing his light blue shiny shirt.

And nothing else

You’re lying across the king sized bed of the hotel room you share, only your lacy thong covering your soaking wet pussy that’s throbbing for him, a pained whimper slips through your trembling lips when he steps closer to the bed and wraps a hand around his rock hard cock, staring down at you with greedy, dark eyes. This is not the soft Harry who likes to cuddle you every night, who brings breakfast to bed just to see you smile first thing in the morning, who always surprises you with little gifts to brighten your day.

No, this version of him is dominant, demanding and in full control of you. Just how you like him.

He came off the stage extra cheeky tonight and judging from the way how he could barely keep his hands off of you at the venue, you knew things would get heated pretty fast as soon as you’re alone.

“What do you want, baby?” he murmurs, a sly smirk on his lips as he gives himself a few slow, but sturdy pumps.

“Harry, please!” you moan, your thighs shutting closed to create some friction at least. He’s been taking his sweet time with you, he stripped out of your dress as if you were a gift to be unwrapped, made you stand against the wall as he sank to his knees, biting into your ass cheeks, his hands coming to tease between your legs that were shaking from excitement. Then he threw you to the bed, like an absolute cave man and made you watch him strip from his light blue pants and underwear, leaving him only in his shiny shirt, because you told him before the show how much you liked it.

His chest is rising and falling in a steady rhythm, some of his post concert sweat is still glistening on his warm skin and you’re dying to touch him, but you know if you don’t do what he tells you, you won’t get what you want.

“Keep them open, baby. Want to see how desperate you are for me,” he warns you, a hand coming to push your knees apart so he sees your wet cunt. “Touch yourself, let me see just how wet you are.”

Your hand moves down your chest and stomach until you reach the elastic of your underwear, but before you could reach under the fabric, he speaks up.

“No, over the thong. Want to see it drenched.”

Another whimper falls from your lips as you press your fingers against your clit, finally feeling your nerves reacting to a touch, but it’s not the one you desire the most. You move your two fingers up and down, pressing the lacy fabric into your cunt, between the lips as it soaks up your arousal.

“Does it feel good? Or do you want something else, baby?” he hums, cocking his head to the side as he keeps stroking himself lazily.

“Feels good, but I want you!” you breathe out as you try to get yourself closer to relief, but your body is working against you. It only wants Harry and you can’t blame yourself.

“Yeah? You want this?” he asks glancing down at his throbbing dick. Your voice dies in your throat so you only nod, but it’s not enough for him. “I want to hear you, baby. Beg for it.”

You moan at his words, your thighs twitching to close again, but you remember what he said about wanting them open so you force yourself to obey.

“Please!” is all you manage to get out. Harry steps closer to the bed, his hand letting go of his cock before moving to grab your wrist and pushing it away from you. With one swift movement, he rips the last piece of clothing, making you gasp from the sudden pinching you feel as the fabric gives up around your body, and he throws it to the side without batting an eye. It’s not the first piece he has ruined and surely not the last one either.

He places a knee to the edge of the bed, leaning over your shaking form, his cock springing freely with each movement he makes and the way his tongue slides across his lips gives you shivers.

“You know just one please is never enough for me,” he warns, his voice low and raspy after tonight’s show and you could come just from his words at this point.

“Fuck, Harry! Just… Ugh!”

It’s torture, how his fingertips tap on your clit a few times before drawing a few slow circles, teasing and playing with you.

“Just what, huh? You want my cock? Does your pussy want to be properly fucked?”

“Yes!” you cry out, your whole body on fire. He grabs the base of his cock, brings his hips closer, just enough that he can drag the tip across your lips, pushing a tiny bit into your hole, but pulling back right away. “Harry!” you moan almost as if you were in pain, but in a sense, you are. Every second that passes without him inside you is a painful one and you want him to end your misery.

“I told you, I want to hear you. You ask nicely, you get it. Stop being a brat and use your words.”

Fucking hell, this man will be the death of you.

“Harry, please! I need you to fuck me, need your cock inside me, please! I’m begging!”

The smirk on his face is so smug, so confident, you love it even if he is making you suffer. You’d do anything for him and he knows exactly just how much power he holds over you.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he chuckles, dragging the tip across you once again, tapping it a few times on your clit, smearing your wetness all over him and you as well. He pushes himself against your hole again, just the very end of the tip entering you, but doesn’t move, only watches you through lustful eyes as you fall apart for him.

“Harry! Fuck me, please!” you cry out, one hand coming flat against his toned stomach as he moves a bit closer, hovering over you. Running your hands up his chest, his neck, you lace your fingers through his hair and pull him down for a needy kiss that he returns gladly. His lips are sucking and tugging on yours, tongue invading your mouth, melting together with yours as his cock is still not inside you.

“Love it when you are so desperate for me, baby,” he growls, positioning his hips so his cock slips between your lips and he moves a little, slipping between them, the tip pushing against your clit over and over again.

He keeps this up, his head moving to the crook of your neck, marking you up as always so you already know you’ll have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow, but now you just want to feel him everywhere.

Then he pulls back, lining his cock up with you and you’re sure he’ll finally give you what you want, but just as you feel the tip entering you again… he pulls back. You gasp, tugging on his hair a little harder as he smirks down at you, so pleased with himself.

“Harry…” you breathe out, but he just chuckles, enjoying the game.

“Edging,” he then murmurs and with one swift movement, he thrusts inside you.

He fills you up fast and so perfectly, you’re convinced you were made for each other. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to him, starts moving rapidly, slamming his hips against yours mercilessly, pounding into you just how you like it. One hand comes to your thigh and he urges you to lock his waist with your legs, you’re more than happy to obey, allowing his cock to bury deeper into you.

“So needy for me, yeah? Who fucks you the best, baby? Let me hear it from you,” he groans into your neck, wet lips brushing against the spot he sucked on earlier.

“You, Harry! Only you!”

“That’s right. You’re mine,” he growls before biting into the soft skin, making you gasp from the sensation.

He is pounding into you so hard, you keep sliding further up on the bed until your head reaches the headboard. He stops for a moment, turning the two of you around so you’re on top, one hand on his chest, the other holding onto the headboard and you barely get situated before his hands grab onto your hips and he starts thrusting up into you, doing the job himself instead of making you ride him.

“Fuck! You’re so good, Harry! I’m so close!”

“Want to cum, baby? You think you deserve it?” he teases you, a few curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, his whole body glistening in the dim lighting.

“Yes! Please, let me cum!” you beg, your eyes meeting his and an animalistic growl erupts from his chest. He pushes himself up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around you, caging you in them as one of his hands comes to your lower back, guiding you, hinting that he wants you to finish it.

“Ride my cock and make yourself cum, Y/N. Come on, I want to see you using me.”

“Fuck,” you gasp as you start moving your hips, arms clinging onto his broad shoulders. His face is buried in your neck and chest, kissing you wherever he can reach. Though you love the shirt on him, you want to feel him fully naked, so you tug at the fabric and he is quick to rid himself from it, his naked, toned arms wrapping back around you as you relentlessly ride him, feeling your orgasm building up and nearing.

“My girl is using my cock so well, look at that. You like it? You like my cock?”

“I love it,” you nod eagerly and craning your neck you capture his lips just when you feel the end nearing. “Can I cum? Please, Harry, I want to cum so badly!” you beg to him against his parted lips, your breathing mixing together.

“Yes. Do it! Cum all over my cock, baby!”

That’s all you need to explode, pleasure washing over your entire body like a tsunami and you scream his name, your walls tightening around him which brings him over the edge as well. He cums inside you, filling you up so well you’re sure it’s gonna be dripping out of you very soon. He is gasping and panting against your chest, his breathing warming your already heated skin.

You stay like that coming off your high, his hands gently rubbing your thighs, ass, hips and back, lips peppering soft kisses onto your collarbones. When he moves the two of you, laying you to the bed you grunt as he slips out of you, leaving you so empty, already aching to feel him inside you again even though you’re completely ruined at this point.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he mumbles, kissing your lips softly before getting up from the bed and disappearing in the bathroom. He returns with a damp towel and he carefully cleans you up, but you don’t miss the smug grin on his face when he sees just how good he fucked you, his semen dripping out of your now sensitive cunt.

“Like what you see?” you chuckle tiredly.

“I sure do. Love to see my girl full of me.”

“And you’re full of yourself,” you scoff, but reach for him to pull him down for another kiss. “I have to get up to pee, but I’m so tired.”

“We also should have a shower,” he smiles, pecking the tip of your nose. He reaches under you and easily picks you up into his arms bridal style and you have no idea how he has the energy to carry you to the bathroom after a show and the way he just fucked you. You stood at the backstage the whole time and only rode him at the end and you’re still completely sent.

He carefully sets you down to the toilet and you do your business without a care as he starts the water in the shower, grabbing two towels for you. When you’re finished, he helps you into the spacious walk in shower so you don’t slip and then insists to soap and wash you, taking good care of you. And just like that, he is back to caring boyfriend mode.

And you just love all versions of him.

so well written as always love you uma 🥺🥺💘💘💘 this piece is beautiful

TWELVE YEARS WITH YOU

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

Summary: Today is Harry and Y/N's twelfth anniversary, but for them, it's still the first every time.

W/N: TODAY IS THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY BABIES!!! ENJOY THIS THAT I WROTE SO FAST.

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"I... they already gave me my payment for the band and I bought you the necklace you wanted so much."

"What? Harry—"

"Happy first anniversary, I love you."

A sixteen-year-old Harry smiles, showing off his dimples and reaching out to leave a chaste kiss in his girlfriend's mouth. He can't believe that a year has already passed since he gathered courage and confessed his love, he felt that time passed quickly by her side, and that he had to treasure every moment.

"I love you too and happy anniversary, but the necklace... it's too expensive." Y/N answers, stroking his curls that she loves so much.

And it was. She had seen it in a shop window while they were walking around London one weekend on a bike ride and Harry swore her eyes lit up.

"Don't worry, I get paid well for the band, really." He replies, stroking her waist. "Gimme another kiss and let me put the necklace on you, yeah?"

She laughs and kisses him, making him smirk mid-kiss and sigh softly through his nose. As they part, Y/N turns and lets him put the necklace on her, holding back a squeal of excitement.

"Thanks, H. I love it! thank you."

The two of them settle into the mattress in the tree house, and Y/N reaches for the bag with the present for him, but she suddenly feels embarrassed, and Harry can tell.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

She sighs. "You bought me something so nice and expensive... my gift is stupid."

She had worked a full weekend at her father's store to raise the money and had been very excited when she got it.

"Nothing that comes from you is stupid for me, I love everything you give me." Harry answers, looking at her with his green eyes that make her hand him the bag in embarrassment.

But everything changes when she sees his face completely excited to see the content. "Baby..."

The Fleetwood Mac Rumors vinyl gleamed in its wrapper, and Harry laughed in disbelief. "Y/N, god, I fucking love you."

She falls onto her back on the mattress and is pelted with kisses, she can't help but close her eyes and laugh. She's so in love with him that everything feels different when they're together, as if she's living a dream and he's not real.

"I'm glad you like it." She says, letting him continue the kisses to her neck and the top of her shirt.

"I love it, best gift ever." Harry answers, as he continues to kiss her. "Let me thank you, please?"

"Lovie?"

Harry watched her expectantly as they walked hand in hand through the darkened streets of London, which had gradually become their home.

Y/N blinked back to reality. "Yeah, sorry. I was remembering our first anniversary."

Unconsciously, she puts a hand to her necklace. Harry laughs and swings their joined hands.

"The vinyl still plays perfectly, maybe we could listen to it when we got home, mmh?"

They'd gone out to dinner to celebrate and luckily hadn't come across many people who knew who they were.

"Of course, wanna have a glass of wine, and maybe we could do that thing you like." She answers with a smile, and Harry gasps in surprise.

"Yeah?!"

The two laugh and continue walking towards their car, until Y/N turns them around and pins her fiancé against a wall.

"I love you."

Harry sighs, his heart aching for the girl in front of him for a long but short twelve years, and he knows it'll be until the day he draws his last breath. This year it felt different and it was all thanks to the ring on her finger, they were months away from being a married couple.

He slides a hand through her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. "I love you more, m'soul. I love you so much, that I feel that together we're still the kids in the tree house and nothing has changed."

The two share a passionate kiss, Y/N sliding a hand down her fiancé's shirt so she can feel his body heat. They both know that when they get home there will be no vinyl, no wine, just them showing their love for each other at every single corner of the big house.

"Let's go home before they put us in prison for exhibitionism." Harry says against her lips.

"Please, we've done worse."

Yeah, that's why he's gonna marry her.

😭 so good loved it

TO BE SO LONELY

A/N: i think it's easily the juiciest smut i've written. just woke up and i was like "oh yeah, this is gonna be good" and needed to write it so... enjoy!

PAIRING: Harry X Reader

WARNINGS: smut, dom/sub stuff, edging, mouth fucking, a bit of degrading kink? idk im really bad at these tags lol

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

masterlist

“Thank you so much, Y/N!” the fans say in unison as the last photo is taken and you make sure everyone got what they wanted.

“Of course. Have a great time tonight!” you smile at them, knowing that they will be down in the pit later tonight at the concert. They told you all about how excited they are to finally see Harry perform and you assured them that he is just as excited to be on stage.

“She is so nice,” one of the shorter girls whispers to her friends, standing already a few feet away, but you still heard her, a smile tugging at your lips. You’ve been trying to build up a great relationship with Harry’s fans knowing well they are so significant in his life. Unlike his previous exes, you might have had it a bit easier than them, having been friends for a long time with Harry before you finally took it to the next level. Now you’ve been together for four years and even though there will always be people feeling bitter about you, most of the fans approve of your relationship, seeing how happy you are making each other.

You wave at them one last time, ready to continue your walk back to the hotel when one of them calls after you again.

“Yeah?” you turn around, not at all irritated that they are holding you up. It’s just one tiny gesture from you, but they will probably always remember meeting you, you’d rather give them a nice experience.

“Do you know why he doesn’t play To Be So Lonely anymore?” the brunette girl asks shyly and you breathe out. It’s come up several times since tour started, but you genuinely have no idea why the song never made it to the set list.

“I wish I could tell,” you tell them with an apologetic smile.

“You could convince him to play it!” the tallest of them chimes in.

“You guys really like to call him an arrogant son of a bitch, huh?” you smirk, making them laugh. “I’ll… ask him, okay? But I can’t promise anything.”

“It would be so great, because we will be here for night two as well,” the brunette muses. You can tell they are huge fans, queuing for two nights in a row, that’s dedication, not even mentioning the money they invested into it.

“Give me an Instagram name, I’ll let you know what he said,” you sigh, giving in. They excitedly get back around you as they decide whose username to give you. Putting it into your notes you bid them your final goodbye and head back to the hotel.

It’s only noon, so Harry is still lounging in the hotel room. Arriving you find him only in a pair of shorts, lying across the bed, scrolling on his phone. His head shoots up when he hears the door open and close, already smiling when you come into his vision.

“Hello, love. Had a nice walk?” he hums, following you with his eyes as you drop your bag and kick your shoes off, changing them to the fluffy slippers the hotel gave you.

“Yeah, you should have really come,” you smile back, thinking how the girls would have lost their shit if you were with Harry when they met you. But Harry felt a little too tired, wanted to get some more rest before tonight’s show. All the traveling has been taking a toll on him, though he wouldn’t admit it, he is too proud for that, but you notice the way he is out like a light almost every night, turning into a pile of bricks when his head finally hits the pillow. Okay, not instantly, he surely makes sure to fulfill his boyfriend duties more than enough. And now as you see him lying in bed shirtless, you just can’t stop your eyes from wandering around his naked chest. It’s always like the first time over and over again, he never fails to stun you with just… existing.

Putting his phone aside he reaches out, grabbing the air to show you he wants you there with him. Without batting an eye, you shimmy yourself out of your tight jeans to make you comfortable, leaving you in only your tour merch shirt as you climb to bed, Harry’s arms wrapping around you, pulling you on top of him as he kisses your cheek sloppily.

“Missed me?” you grin at him, his hands moving up and down your back, reaching lower with each stroke, his fingers brushing over your bum until he finally just grabs it shamelessly.

“Always,” he smirks, lifting his head so your lips could meet.

Walking into the room you had the intention to ask him about To Be So Lonely, but quite honestly, when you feel his hands slide under the fabric of your panties and turning you over he gets on top of you, the song definitely slips your mind… you’ll ask him later, right?

Right.

It’s impossible not to grin as you watch Harry surrounded by all those signs. It’s impressive how they all got together to demand justice for a song. Harry is pretending like he can’t see any of them, but you know it’s hard for him to do so.

These girls really do want to hear that song, why wouldn’t he finally give in? You’ll have to step in. After all, they should get what they want for their money, whether it’s Harry twerking, his naked chest or… a song where they can call him an arrogant son of a bitch.

He is still on his adrenaline rush when you leave the venue, all handsy and touchy, he can’t tear himself off of you, not that you mind it.

“H, stop!” you giggle, when his hand slides under your skirt. His driver, Malcolm has seen and heard enough of the two of you on this tour, doesn’t need any more trauma.

“Sorry,” he growls, but doesn’t seem to actually mean it. Cupping his face you smack a kiss to his lips before patting his chest gently.

“Behave a little.”

He is trying his best, he really does. Keeping his distance as you head up to your room, but as soon as you step inside, the beast is out.

“Harry!” you squeal when he throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bed like a caveman as you hold onto his waist so you don’t fall face first.

“I’m so fucking horny!” he growls and you can’t help but chuckle and smack his ass that just riles him up even more. He throws you to the bed, making you bounce from the action as the sheets wrinkle around you. Climbing on top of you he is quick to attack your lips with his, putting most of his weight on you, a moan slipping through your lips, your legs locking around his waist. But as his mouth travels down your saw and throat, devouring you eagerly, your eyes open and you remember what you were supposed to talk to him about tonight.

“H?” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair. He just hums in response, but doesn’t stop. “Why don’t you just put To Be So Lonely on the setlist?”

He stops, your question clearly surprising him. His head lifts so his hungry green eyes meet yours and you can tell how puzzled he is.

“I’m sorry, did you just ask me about my setlist when I’m trying to get some sexy time?”

You chuckle at his words, nudging his butt with your heels. Pushing himself up to his hands he puts some space between the two of you, but his hips are still pressed against yours.

“I met a few fans today and they were curious why you wouldn’t just play it. They’ve been begging you since the beginning of tour and I know you saw the signs tonight.”

As you speak, you trace his features with the pad of your fingers, when you reach his lips he gently bites on it before kissing it.

“It was just a general, creative decision to leave it out,” he gives you the diplomatic answer, but you know it’s not the truth.

“Okay, so then make another creative decision and put it on the list.”

“Y/N, it’s not that easy to mess with the set list,” he sighs dramatically and you give him a look.

“Uhuh, so you can just randomly sing about a girl dressed as a banana, but can’t put To Be So Lonely on the list beforehand? With time to rehearse and all that?”

Harry growls, his head falling forward to the nook of your neck. A few seconds pass by and no answer comes, but you feel his lips nibbling on your skin, he is trying to avert your attention, but he is not gonna win this.

“H? Why are you so against the song?”

“Because quite frankly, when I wrote it, I didn’t think thousands of women will scream at me at my concerts, calling me an arrogant son of a bitch,” he snaps, giving you a stern look, but you know he is not mad, just a little frustrated that you brought it up when he was trying to get into your pants.

“You can’t be that narcissistic, baby. It’s a great line and… kinda true.”

“Okay, you have the right to call me that, but I would like to keep it that way.”

“It’s not against you. It’s like a joke you share with your fans and they are sad you took it away.”

“They will get over it,” he shrugs, trying to lean down to kiss you, but you move your head out of the way.

“Or you can just give them what they want,” you suggest, giving him the puppy eyes.

“Babe, are you seriously talking about this when I’m literally throbbing for you?” His hips push against you and it’s pretty clear how much he wants you. It’s taking everything in you not to drop the subject and just jump his bones, but… you feel like you owe this to those girls and all his other fans.

“We would be over this if you just told me you’d put it on the list.”

“Not happening,” he shakes his head stubbornly.

“Okay, then…” you push him off of yourself, breaking up the position you’ve been in, his shocked eyes following your movements in disbelief as you stand up from the bed. “Then this is not happening either.”

He stares at you, like you’re a ghost as you fix your shirt and walk over to your suitcase, digging into it aimlessly. You just need to do something so you don’t bend and get back in bed with him. Then you hear his laugh and you dare to peek at him.

“I can’t believe my own fans are cockblocking me!” He is kneeling on the bed, shoulders curled forward as his head hangs low, shaking from side to side with a chuckle. And you can clearly see the outline of his hard cock that makes your thighs shudder.

Folding your arms on your chest you watch him climb off the bed, nearing you but he stops a few feet away, hands on his hips.

“So no sex?”

“Not until you put the song on the list.”

“What if I told you I’ll perform it tomorrow?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at you, but you weren’t born yesterday. He is a sneaky arrogant son of a bitch who doesn’t shy away from playing you when sex is on the line.

“Nah, I don’t trust you. You’ll get this,” you say, pointing at your groin, “after I heard you play the song.”

He stares at you for a couple of long moments, probably hoping that you’d break, but it’s not happening, not this time. He then gives up, his head falling back as he growls in irritation.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” he mumbles under his breath, heading into the bathroom and you know that the setlist will be longer on night two in Chicago. You won.

Grabbing the doorknob he stops, glancing back at you one last time.

“Babe, I’m going in there and I’m gonna use my own hands. Probably for the first time since last tour,” he informs you, referring back to the time when you spent the most time apart at the beginning of your relationship. The two of you often sought relief on FaceTime, using your own hand, pretending like you were touching each other as your moans travelled through the call across the world. But now you’re in the same room, and he is forced to touch himself. You don’t particularly like the idea, but his ego could use the punch for one time and besides, he’ll get what he deserves tomorrow night if he really plays the song.

“This is your last chance, Y/N,” he warms you, his hand moving to his crotch, palming himself through his pants and your mouth waters, but you keep a straight face.

“Well... to be so lonely…” you sing, grinning back at him, which just earns another grunt from him before he disappears in the bathroom.

He is definitely grumpy when he returns, you can’t tell for sure if he jerked himself off or not, the running water covered any other noise. You take a quick shower too and when you come out, he is out on the balcony, talking to someone on the phone as he leans against the railing. You just get under the covers, making yourself comfortable, listening to his muffled voice through the sliding glass door. Then you hear him get back, moving around the room until the mattress dips under you, his warm body pressing against yours from behind, His hand slides to your stomach, toying with the hem of your sleeping shirt.

“Babe?” he whispers, kissing the soft skin behind your ear.

“Mmm.”

“Can I just… put it in?” he murmurs and you can feel him grow hard again. Well, if he took care of himself in the shower, he is one horny motherfucker for trying to go at it again. Turning your head to the side you smile at him sweetly.

“You can do more than that tomorrow, after I heard you sing the song.”

You feel him freeze and then sigh, rolling to his back, the warmth of his body disappearing from behind you. Turning around you cuddle to his side and pushing yourself up you smile down at him, proud of yourself for winning this game.

“But I still love you,” you hum, kissing his lips softly. “Do you love me?”

“I guess,” he sighs, but wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him tight as he closes his eyes.

The next morning while Harry is in the bathroom, you search up the girl who gave you her username and send her a quick message that tonight is going to be the night, but keep it a secret so others can be surprised when he plays the song. Macy, as you see on her profile writes you a lengthy reply thanking you for convincing him and ranting how much they love you. It’s sweet and you can’t wait to see the reactions when they finally get what they want.

Harry seems to be holding up his mad act, but you know it won’t last long. He still holds your hand, still makes sure you eat right and still kisses you all the time.

Right before he goes on stage, he pulls you in for one last kiss, but before he pulls back, he leans to your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

“I hope you know your ass will be red when I’m done with you tonight.”

A whimper slips through your lips and you need to clench your thighs together as he gives your ass a light smack, running off to get into that stupid box and get rolled under the stage. You mumble a soft fuck under your breath, but you’re excited to see him go all crazy on you.

The fans finally get what they wanted. When the opening accords of To Be So Lonely fill the arena, they lose their shit and Harry just stands behind his mic, smirking to himself. Of course, they scream that one line at him like there’s no tomorrow and you can’t help but laugh.

You know he is riled up, it’s written all over him and you know you’ll be ruined by the end of the day. But you don’t mind it.

You thought he would at least hold it together until you get back to the hotel, but oh boy, were you wrong! Because as soon as Harry finds you when he is off the stage, you see the fire in his eyes. He runs up to you, grabs your hand and starts pulling you after him to the dressing room.

“Harry, are you—“

You don’t get to finish, he pulls you into the room, slams the door closed and pushes you against it, his lips devouring you right away. His hips strain against yours and you can already feel his hard cock pushed against you.

“You got what you wanted? Are you proud of yourself?” he growls, a hand coming up to grab your jaw, keeping you in place, not that you’d ever push him away. No words come out of your mouth, you just can’t get yourself to talk, not when his other hand is already sliding into your pants, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties.

“Answer me when I ask a question,” he grits through his teeth, his fingers pushing on your sensitive bud, making you moan from the sensation.

“Yes! Yes, I got what I wanted,” you choke out when his mouth sucks hard on your skin under your ear, for sure leaving a mark on you.

“Want to know what I want?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, legs turning into jelly as he is still working on your clit. Your panties are flooded, this very short sex ban wasn’t only hard on him. You missed out on the lazy morning sex and you couldn’t get your hands on him when he was parading around in the room in only his underwear.

“I want to fuck you until your legs give up and collapse onto me. I want to show you what you were missing last night.”

You gasp when you’re pulled away from the door and you vaguely process him bringing you to the vanity, helping you up until you’re sitting on the wooden top. He basically rips your shirt off of you, throwing you behind him before his hands start kneading your breasts in the black lacy bra you put on purposely, knowing well it’s one of his favorites.

He licks and bites down your neck and chest, not even bothering to unhook the bra, just tugging on the cups so your breasts spill out for him. Your legs wrap around his waist out of instinct and you grind against him, your chest heaving wildly from the way he sucks on your hardened nipples. You want the bra off though, so reaching behind you unclasp it and throw it to the side, an approving grunt leaving his throat as he keeps leaving marks on your breasts.

You can’t stay still as his mouth moves down on your stomach, his fingers working fast to unbutton your pants. He tugs them off of you easily along with your soaked panties, leaving you completely naked in front of him while he is still wearing his stage outfit, but it seems like he wants it off just as much as you do.

Dragging the suspenders off his shoulders, he moves his hands to tear the shirt open, but you stop him with the remaining of your responsible thoughts.

“No! Lambert will fucking kill you!” you chuckle, reaching up to unbutton the shirt carefully. He just breathes out heavily, letting you undress him as he works on his pants. The slacks pool at his feet by the time you’re done with the buttons and he rids himself of the shirt fast, pushing back between your legs, now only in his underwear.

“Always so thoughtful,” he murmurs, kissing you hard as his fingers dig into your waist, pulling you to the end of the vanity table. “But weren’t so thoughtful when you denied this from me.”

Without warning, two of his fingers push into you, curling inside, sending a shiver down your spine. His name tears out of you loud and clear as you gasp for air while Harry starts pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Did you enjoy playing with me? Did you like making me suffer?”

“Harry!” you moan, your thighs starting to shake as your orgasm is building up rapidly.

“You were a little brat, you know that? I should punish you for it.”

You want to protest, you want to say you’re sorry, but you just can’t form the words, the only thing that leaves your mouth is his name over and over again. But right when you’re about to cum, he pulls back and all the air gets knocked out of your lungs.

“I don’t think you deserve to cum just yet. Now get on your knees,” he orders and you jump off fast, not even thinking for a second about obeying him. He has full control over you and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You eagerly pull his underwear down, his throbbing, hard cock springing free and your mouth waters at the sight, the head glistening from the precum. But before you could wrap your lips around him, he stops you, making you look up at him confused.

“No, I don’t want you to suck me,” he hums shaking his head, cupping your face in his hands. “I want to fuck that bratty mouth of yours so you know that your words have consequences.”

Fuck, he is so hot! You need to clench your thighs as a moan rips out of you.

“Stay still,” he orders, one hand on the base of his cock as he pushes himself into your warm, wet mouth, a whimper of your name slipping through his pink lips. Then both his hands come to cup your head and he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth.

Putting your hands on his thighs you try to keep as steady as possible, his head reaching the back of your throat every time he pushes into your mouth. Tears are stinging your eyes, but you don’t want him to stop. Looking up you see how much he is enjoying it, how you’re the only one who makes him feel this way and you can almost feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm again. The urge to touch yourself is strong, but you know he would punish you for that, he doesn’t like you touching yourself, unless he asks you to do it, so you just try to breathe and stay still just like he asked.

“Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” he growls, pushing in one last time, your nose touching his pelvis and he keeps himself there for a few heartbeats, until you start gagging. Then he pulls back, his whole dick glistening from your saliva and it’s such an exciting view, one you’ll never have enough of.

He helps you up, your knees are sore, but you couldn’t care less. Kissing you hard his hands squeeze your ass before he turns you around, bending you over the vanity and you push your ass up high instantly.

“And now…” he hums, his hand cupping your ass as he pushes his cock between the cheeks, sliding it back and forth a few times, making you whimper. “I’ve been thinking about this since last night.”

His hand smacks your ass, making you yelp, then he massages it gently before his palm meets the cheek again. Fuck, this feels so good and he is not even inside you yet.

“Harry,” you whine, your upper body pressing against the wooden surface as he keeps kneading your butt with no mercy. Then he bucks his hips back, just enough so his cock now slides between your soaking wet folds and he starts rocking himself against, teasing and edging you.

“What is it? Now you want my cock? You didn’t want it last night?”

“I did! I wanted it!”

“So you just chose to be a brat, letting me use my hands?”

You don’t answer, his tip is nudging at your clit every time he pushes forward and you clench your walls around nothing, you need to feel him inside you or you’ll go nuts.

“Just for your information, I didn’t jerk myself off last night. It was hard to resist, but I didn’t want anything else than your sweet pussy.”

“Then take it. It’s all yours, Harry!” you cry out and yelp again when he smacks your ass again.

“Gonna fuck you so good you’ll never want to play games with me,” he growls, grabbing the base of his cock and finally pushing inside you, both of you gasping from satisfaction. “Fuck, nothing feels like this, baby,” he breathes out, staying motionless for a few seconds, his cock buried balls deep inside you.

Then he grabs your hips and starts pounding into you so hard, your thighs keep hitting against the edge of the table and you need all your energy to keep yourself up. His stamina is impressive, he just gave a whole ass concert and now he is fucking you so hard, as if he’s been training for it his whole life. Fingers digging into your flesh, his hips smacking against your ass every time he thrusts inside you hard and fast.

“Are you close?” he pants and all you can do is nod eagerly. “Don’t cum yet. Don’t cum!”

“Harry! Please!” you beg, almost crying for relief.

“Not yet!” he barks and pulls out of you, the lack of his hardness inside you making you gasp. “Come on, baby. Just a little longer,” he murmurs, pulling you up from the table, he presses a kiss to your forehead and lips as he walks you to the sofa. He turns you to face him and you throw your arms around his neck like a little monkey, you just need to be close to him. He has edged you so close to your orgasm two times, you’re not sure you can take a second.

You hear voices coming from the other side of the door and for a moment you wonder if he locked the door, but when he kisses you, sucking on your bottom lip, you forget about it instantly.

His hands find the back of your thighs and he picks you up easily as he sits down, making you straddle him, knees pushing into the soft cushion. His lips melt against yours, a tad bit softer than he has been treating you, but you love both sides of him equally. Strong hands run up and down your naked, sweaty back before one of them moves between the two of you, lining himself up with you and then he pulls you down, his cock filling you up again as you softly gasp against his mouth.

“Ride me. Wanna see you bounce on me,” he tells you.

You feel tired, like not much energy is left in your body, but you nod, mustering up everything you have to obey him. His hands grab onto your waist, guiding you in your first few movements as you roll your hips back and forth, up and down, riding him in his dimly lit dressing room, his thousands of fans still lingering around in the building probably. It excites you, knowing that so many others want him, ache for him, but you’re the only one he wants and needs.

Grabbing onto his broad shoulders you keep up a steady pace, bouncing on him, panting heavily and every time you feel like you’re too tired to continue, you see it in his eyes, the want, the desire, how in awe he is with you, like you’re the only person on this Earth. He leans forward and kisses your throat, collarbones before wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking and biting it to edge your senses.

“H, I’m close,” you moan, pulling his head up so you can kiss him.

“Wanna cum around my cock?”

“Yes! Please!”

He wraps his arms around you as he rises from the sofa and turning the two of you he lays you down, getting on top of you. It’s a small sofa, one of your legs is thrown over the back while the other one falls off of the seating just so he can get between your thighs, but when he starts pounding into you, bottoming out every time you forget about how uncomfortable it is.

“Cum for me. Let me feel your pussy tighten around my cock,” he grunts, kissing your hard, his tongue pushing past your lips.

A few more thrusts and you finally fall over the edge, coming so intensely, you can’t hold a scream back as you drag your nails down his back. You’re seeing stars, gasping for air as he follows you with his own relief, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Mine. You’re all mine,” he grunts, so animalistic and raw as his thrusts become slower but even harder, his cock jerking inside you.

“Yes, I’m yours!” you breathe out, holding him tight as he rides the last waves of his orgasm until he comes to a stop, but still remains inside you.

You’re gone, melted into a puddle, barely able to move your limbs, but it feels so good. The thought of getting up from this sofa feels so painful, you just want to stay here, like this forever, even though your back is starting to hurt and your leg is kind of going numb.

You feel Harry’s lips gently kiss your shoulder before he pushes himself, up, lifting his weight off of you and sliding out of you at the same time. You must have whimpered unapprovingly at the feeling, because he kisses your lips softly.

“I know baby. Gonna take care of you,” he murmurs and you hear him move around the room, but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes.

You feel a damp washcloth between your legs, he cleans you up gently not to hurt you since he knows how sensitive you are, especially after a round like this. It hurts to get your leg off of the back of the sofa, but you just need to. Pushing yourself up into a sitting position Harry returns, helping you up and as soon as you’re on your feet, he picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the shower where the water is already running.

You take a nice, hot shower together, Harry washes you with so much care and keeps kissing you murmuring sweet nothings to you. It always amazed you how dominant he can be during sex, but then he turns into this soft bundle of joy, taking good care of you, no matter what you did or said.

While you get dressed, you inspect your reddened butt in the mirror and you swear you see the outline of his hand on it. Walking up behind you he squats down and kisses the red marks, making you chuckle.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, regret glistening in his eyes.

“No. I would have told you on the spot,” you smile down at him. Grabbing you pants he helps you into them, caressing your bum over the fabric gently. He stands back up and cups your face in his hands, kissing you tenderly.

“I love you. But if you pull this shit on me again,” he warns, but can’t push his smirk down.

“I did it for your fans.”

“Then tell them it earned you a good fuck.”

“Oh shut up,” you laugh, pulling him down to kiss you again.

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i love this one so much

magnetism

harry never loved halloween night like he did this one. he just wished it could last forever

part one (gravity)

previous part (momentum)

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"Is that making any more sense or do y'want to go over it again?"

(Y/N) was trying her hand at transcribing her notes in Harry's fashion, finally using the plain green notebook she'd been carrying around for the last month. She planned on typing them up on her laptop later still, but Harry had said something about handwritten notes retaining better in the mind since it was connected to a muscle memory, or something like that. She was willing to try anything at this point; another failure wasn't much of an option if she planned on passing this course.

"A little," she drawled, gaze pinned on the list of bullet points lining the margin of her notebook, "But, can you go over that formula again—the cen-centri-pedal—I don't know how to say it, but that formula."

An airy laugh was exhaled through Harry's smiling lips before he nodded his head. He started on his second round of explanation, voice soft in their quiet corner of the library. Her eyes pulled from the page in front of her to watch Harry gesticulating beside her. A pale pink blush coated his cheeks as he caught sight of her attentive gaze, forcing (Y/N) to bite back a smile.

She thought it was sweet that he was still so shy around her despite how often they'd been around each other in the last month. The last time they had met up in the back of the library had broken down a layer of the walls separating them, but he still managed to become bashful under her attention. When she'd accidentally brush the back of his hand with her fingertips or bump her shoulder into his while scooting closer to read over the same textbook, he'd stumble over his words or get a stutter caught on his tongue. But, (Y/N) thought the cutest bit was when, for whatever reason be it correcting her notes or showing her a specific passage in the textbook, he needed to get close to her or touch her, he would ask for permission with unwavering eye contact no matter how pink his cheeks blushed. Even when she granted him that clearance, he was shaky and unsure, waiting for her first sign of rejection or shrugging him off. He was very gentle and kind with her, and obviously smart, but he still managed to be unbelievably shy despite it all.

And, (Y/N) was pretty sure she definitely had a crush on him. Talking to Ny about it all—hearing all of those little things about him she adored and the fact that he had dropped everything to be with her—then seeing him, made it all official.

"Did that clear anything up, (Y/N)?"

The sound of his honeyed voice wrapping around her name pulled her from her thoughts, a tint of guilt following after. She hadn't been listening to a single thing he was saying, too wrapped up in watching him rather than paying his words any attention. Besides, it had been a long session today; they'd met up after their last classes at two and the time was just nearing eight at night. How was she supposed to focus on physics when her brain was fried and there were much more pleasant things to pin her thoughts to?

She figured she had gone quiet for too long when Harry let out a short sigh before rubbing at his eyes from under his glasses.

"Okay," he nodded his head, eyes fixed on the textbook in front of him, "That's okay, we'll figure it out. Was there something in specific that was tripping y'up?" He looked just as stressed as she had been only a few days prior; now she knew why he had wanted to comfort her. If she had looked anything like him, she understood his urge to wrap her up and console her.

"Harry, we can stop for the night, you know," she started, taking on a soothing tone that complimented the warmth of the worn books around them, "We've been doing this for almost six hours, and neither of us have had dinner. I don't think it would be a bad idea if we gave it a rest for now."

He peeked at her over the frame of his glasses and the fan of his lashes, swirls of curls flopping over his forehead. "I jus'..." he sighed before trailing off, reclining back in his seat with his hands falling limp in his lap, "I don't want to let y'down again. We only have a few more weeks until your retake and I want y'to feel as prepared as possible."

(Y/N) felt her eyes round out as she listened to him, tilting her head as she traced over his form. A thick black jumper covered his torso, with tan fitted trousers tailored to his hips. The blue paint on his nails was chipped as he plucked at his sweater, finding a loose thread she didn't think had been there before he started toying with the knit.

"You're not going to let me down again, because you haven't even let me down a first time," she countered, "Don't worry about any of that, okay? I failed that exam because of me, not you. You're working yourself harder than I am, and I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be the other way around." She released a breathy laugh, hoping the light-hearted note she ended on would draw the same from him.

"Yeah..." he sighed, mimicking her with a small laugh of his own though his smile was tight. His eyes were pinned on his plucking fingers, unmoving from their position though she was sure he felt her eyes on him. The toes of his Vans kicked at the floor as a beat passed, Harry was clearly still unsure about quitting while he felt like there was so much work to be done.

"Let's just stop for the night, it's okay," she repeated, "We'll come back to this next time, and it'll probably be easier then anyway. We won't be working on two fried brain cells."

Harry sucked in a deep breath, shoulders broadening and chest puffing before he met her eyes. He nodded his head, "Yeah, okay. But only if you're okay with it; I don't want to abandon you."

"Of course, I'm okay with it. It's my idea," she smiled, already shifting in her seat to start packing up.

Following after her, Harry's stress deflated from his shoulders. (Y/N) had her own things tucked away with her bag slung over her shoulder, waiting on him. She knew when he had all of his notes and utensils neatly packed away, he would continue on his routine of asking if he could walk her to her car where he would wait for her to drive away before he would let himself go home. Tonight, she didn't want to leave alone while he went in the opposite direction.

She didn't want their night to be confined to physics talk like it had been every other time they'd seen each other. She figured since it was dinner time already, she hoped to convince him to come along with her for an extra few hours.

"I'll—uh...I'll walk you to your car, if that's okay," Harry recited as they edged out of the library, taking the now familiar route to the first floor.

Sucking in a deep breath, she hoped she wasn't running too far with Ny's small encouragement. "I was actually thinking about getting something to eat before I went home. Would you want to come with me, maybe?" Trying her best to stay casual, (Y/N) feigned nonchalance; she hoped he would accept on the grounds of the impromptu date she was suggesting, but if he took this as a pair of friends getting food before the night ended, she would be able to play along.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks, (Y/N) mimicking his actions when she noticed his lag. She turned on her heel to where he stood with bright red cheeks and raised brows. "Really?" he breathed, green eyes pinned to her face.

"Yeah," she affirmed, nodding her head though she didn't feel very confident anymore, "I was kind of in the mood for pizza, so I was thinking about going to Wanda's."

"And you want me to go with you?"

(Y/N) tried not to feel hurt at the blunt execution of his line of question. If he didn't want to go with her, all he had to do was say so.

"I mean, yeah," she answered, worrying the strap of her bag in her fist, "But if you don't want to, it's totally okay. I understand if you just want to go home, instead."

He reanimated at the sound of her words, practically jumping as he stuttered closer to her in a half step, "No—I mean, yes! Yes, I do want to go with you, I mean." His flustered acceptance drew a laugh from her though Harry's face only flushed a deeper red. Taking a deep breath, Harry centered himself though he kept his eyes closed to keep his head straight. "If you're still offering, I would love to go with you, (Y/N)."

Yeah. She definitely had a crush on him.

"C'mon then," she beckoned, wrapping her fingers around his wrist. He stiffened under her hold for half a second before he happily followed after her, tripping over himself to keep up.

By the time they made it to her car (she had agreed to drive since it was her idea to go out in the first place), Harry was nothing but full smiles, flushed cheeks, and glittery eyes. Her car felt smaller with the two of them inside. The broad of his shoulders took up the full of the passenger seat, legs spread to accommodate his book bag at his feet. Restless fingers scratched at the denim on his thighs, his pink lips rolled between his teeth.

"I need to text my roommate, but you can connect and play some music if you want," (Y/N) said after tossing her bag in the backseat, reaching for her phone she had dropped in the empty cup holder.

Harry's cheeks flushed a brighter red as he nodded his head, grabbing at his own phone. (Y/N) turned her attention to her own illuminated screen, pulling up Naomi's thread.

i'll be home soon im just now leaving the library but im getting dinner first !

Before (Y/N) could check her other neglected notifications, a round of texts came through from her roommate.

Ny🪴

Wait are you still with Harry ?

Omg are you going with him

Is this a date are you going on a date w him omg ??????

(Y/N) typed back her response, leaving her message vague with a simple Yes, im with harry as his music started filtering through the speakers. The beginning beats of a Mac Miller song played out.

"I love this album! I didn't know you listened to this," she smiled, pressing send on her text before leaving Ny to decipher her own details.

"Yeah," he answered with a toothy grin, "'S one of m'favorites." He seemed to relax into his seat then, fingers still fumbling over invisible threads on his clothes though he never lost his smile.

The drive was short, Harry kept conversation light despite his stuttered words that he spoke through his beaming smile. (Y/N) found it hard to keep her eyes on the road when she wanted to see the dimples dented into his cheeks. She let out a breath as the neon sign hung above the student staffed pizza parlor came into view; now she could put all of her attention on him without the distraction of driving or confusion of physics in the way.

"You've been to Wanda's before, right?" (Y/N) asked as she parked, Harry's attention flicking to her in an instant.

Under the limited light of the neon tubes and the sliver of moonlight above them, Harry was bathed in a pearlescent glow. The rose of his cheeks was highlighted with the help of the pink neon above his head, with the knitted pattern of his jumper becoming prominent with the trick of the light. "Yeah," he nodded his head, waiting for her as she rounded the front of her car to meet him on the sidewalk, "I actually used to work here m'first year."

"Oh!" she gasped, stopping before they reached the graffitied window that marked Wanda's parlor, "We don't have to go then if you don't want to. We can go somewhere else." She knew all too well what it was like to go back to the scene of an old job; at the best of times, the person who'd taken the open position was told about her with all of the good bits and stupid incidents, or she could barely make it to the front doors before turning around and instead placing an online order to avoid any interactions.

"No, 's alright," Harry shrugged her off, the curls of his hair waving with the shake of his head, "I still like it here, jus' didn't really feel like delivering pizzas to frat parties at one a.m. for no tip after a year."

"No way, you were the night delivery guy?" (Y/N) made a face at the new information, already feeling pity over the idea of him being the poor freshman that always drew the short straw and had to deliver to hungry and drunken party goers in a college town. Only for it to be made even worse with the lack of tip.

"Mhm. 'S as awful as it sounds."

An airy laugh breached his lips as Harry reached the door before her, grabbing for the sticker covered handle to let her in first. The familiar sound of Wanda's invited her in. Loud music that probably shouldn't have been playing during business hours filtered through the speakers with the attendants in the open kitchen shouting over the tune. Kids she recognized from some of her classes were seated at tables with worn decals laminated over the top.

"Welcome to Wanda's, how can I help you?" One of the cooks in the kitchen ran out to the front, shouting as he went. His long hair was tied into a bun at the nape of his neck with flour dusting the pieces that acted like fringe around his face.

Harry looked at her with raised brows, a question of if (Y/N) was ready to order. She gave a slight nod, stepping up beside him with a bright smile on her face.

Though this wasn't exactly a proper date, the romanticized idea she'd had when she asked him out with her fleshed itself out. It wasn't what they were doing so much as how (Y/N) wasn't able to shake the jitters bouncing through her veins. She peeked at him from the corner of her eye as he rattled off his practiced order. She had become so used to seeing him in an academic setting, sitting beside her in physics or huddled between bookshelves at the library, to see him in a relaxed environment made it that much easier to confirm her desire to know him. It may not be a first date, but (Y/N) would remember it like it was.

After she recited off her own order, (Y/N) stepped forward as she plucked out her card. Harry gently grabbed for her wrist, a quiet protest ready to fall from his lips.

"(Y/N), let m—"

"I invited you out, let me get this one," she cut him off, thankful for the lagging computer system behind the counter, "And I want to say thank you for helping me again."

The lilypad of his iris wandered over her face, rolling his lips between his teeth as he finally met her eyes. His grasp on her arm loosened until it dropped with a lingering brush of his fingers over the back of her hand. "Thank you," he whispered, the gratitude quiet just for her to hear, "'M going to save us a table then."

After (Y/N) nodded, Harry walked off with a small smile hooking his lips with his signature blushing cheeks. The ding of the computer system finally catching up stole her attention, drawing her eye away from Harry. After running her card and grabbing their collapsing paper plates with the signature massive Wanda's slices, she followed after Harry to the quiet table in the back he had chosen, farthest from the blaring speakers.

When he saw her approaching with her hands full, Harry stumbled over himself to pull her chair out and take the overflowing plates out of her hands. She let out an airy laugh as he settled shakily in his seat, their respective meals placed on the decal covered table.

"Y'really didn't have to do this, (Y/N), but thank you."

"Harry," she started, playful rolling her eyes as she picked up her slice, "You've been helping me a lot with all this physics stuff—for the second time now, and all for free. This is the least I can do, especially since you bought coffee the other day, too. So, thank you."

Truthfully, she didn't want Harry to think she expected any of his help. She had gathered that he was rather sensitive and from the way he'd thank her for agreeing to her own plans, she knew that if she allowed him, he'd take it upon himself to do anything that he thought would make her happy.

Now with food in front of them, (Y/N) realized just how hungry she was. A lull fell between them as they finally ate for the first time in almost eight hours. It wasn't until she had made it halfway through her slice when she figured she should actually take this opportunity to get to know Harry like she had wanted instead of stuffing her face like she could do with Ny for free at home.

"So," she started after swallowing a bite of cheese and pepperoni, "What do you want to do after school? Something with physics or...?"

Harry wiped at his mouth with the paper napkin printed with the parlor's logo, shrugging a shoulder before he managed to swallow. "Probably. I jus' don't know where to go with it sometimes; the field is so tight and competitive. If I want something really worth it, 's going to take some time to get there from where 'm starting. It can be a little overwhelming to think about."

"That makes sense," (Y/N) nodded, sipping from the water she'd grabbed up front, "You're doing social media stuff right now, though, right? That could count for something; if you phrase it right on a resumé, you basically filled a position with computer science skills and required programming qualifications."

A cinch appeared in his brow from across the table, his eyes searching as if he didn't know what she was talking about. After a split second, he straightened up, seemingly remembering his own occupation. "Right, yeah," he nodded with a tight smile, eyes averting to the plain cheese slice in front of him, "But, what about you? I know y'said your roommate kind of dragged you into taking that class, so I doubt 's anything like what 'm looking at."

"Oh, definitely not," she laughed around a bite of pizza, the crust becoming the majority of what she had left, "I honestly want to travel after this, I think. I know it's not the best option to be putting off a job when swimming in student loans, but I think I jumped into school because I thought I had done everything I wanted, but I want more now. I want to see everything we're taught about."

Harry's smile bloomed over his features as he listened to her, the crust of his pizza reduced to a toy being prattled between his fingers. "I know what y'mean. I've been saving up as much money as I can to do the same," he rested his elbow on the table with his chin resting in his palm, "I would love to go to Japan someday. A couple of m'friends have gone, and they've said its the most fast-paced but peaceful place they've ever been. I want to see how that works."

(Y/N) couldn't help the curl that spread over her own lips. In the time that she'd gotten a chance to really talk to Harry, he'd never revealed anything this personal. He was kept tightly under wraps, his shy defenses made it easy for him to keep those secrets and traits all to himself. A bubbling warmth formed in her chest as she finally got a look at what was going on in his head; he wasn't just made up of formulas and quantum theories. Since he seemed much more interested in learning about her than sharing about himself, she was going to hang onto this moment (and probably tell Ny how much it had made her tummy simmer with butterflies when she got home).

Despite the fact both of their dinners were inching towards bare bones with half finished waters, (Y/N) was determined to learn as much as she could about him. She liked him beyond the color-coded notes and the stacks of physics textbooks he could recite from memory, now all she wanted to know was where the rest of him started.

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Ny🪴

do you want to go shopping for halloween costumes when you get home???

(Y/N) perked up as she read the text, messaging back a quick yes with excessive exclamation marks. She hadn't given much thought to her costume for the year though the annual Sigma Pi sorority Halloween party was a little less than two weeks away. She hadn't thought of the party itself much either, too preoccupied with the guy she could see from the corner of her eye beside her.

While she was tapping at her phone, Harry was busy fussing with his usual setup. His previous notebook was now full of annotations and outlines, prompting him to start a new one just a few months into the course. As she glanced at him, (Y/N) wasn't able to shake the butterflies that fluttered through her tummy, the same kaleidoscope that had been cocooned in her abdomen since the night at Wanda's. That night, she had planned on getting home by nine-thirty at the latest, but she ended up staying past ten p.m. talking to Harry over dented bottles of water and pizza crust that was picked apart by nervous fingers. While she had the privilege of learning bits and pieces of the man that made up her physics hero, he still managed to worm around her questions and turn them on her. But, the vision of him happily listening to each of her mundane stories and simple anecdotes like they were fairy tales that made up the facets of her, made it all worth it.

She felt supremely more comfortable with him, but (Y/N) still wanted more. She wanted to see more of him, learn more, and figure out if she could even be more to him. All she needed was more time with him first. Sure, they were still set with study sessions, but she wanted more of the man that sat across from her at Wanda's.

Now with the thought of the Halloween party floating around, (Y/N) figured she might have the right venue to see him. Though she'd never seen him at any parties on Greek Row (it was really only a couple of back-to-back blocks made up of all the sororities and fraternities, but it was just easier to call it one row), she urged to see how he would behave in that kind of environment. She could invite him, and if he said no, at least she tried (she really hoped he wouldn't, though. She wanted to know what he would dress up as). Even if the butterflies in her tummy made her fingers jittery and perked up the nerves in her body at thought of posing the question.

Normally, she would be dying during the sluggish pace that Stanfill taught the class. But, today, the slow ticks of the clock gave her time to work up the courage to ask Harry to the party. More often than not, she felt her gaze instinctually travel to glance at him from the corner of her eye. Like always, she found him scratching out his notes with diligence, the most important bits of information closely followed by a highlighter. She swore (or more likely, hoped) that Harry returned her gaze when she wasn't looking, peeking at her from under the fan of his lashes with a soft smile following on the curve of his lips.

By the time Professor Stanfill officially dismissed class, (Y/N) found herself taking her time to pack up her materials. She remembered the days when she would bolt out of the room with her laptop packed away a full five minutes before the end time just so she could avoid spending a minute passed her required time in the lecture hall. Now, she lingered at the end of the row with her bag hung over her shoulder and her eyes on Harry as she waited. She looked forward to the routine they now had; it almost made coming to this class worth it.

Once they started on the trek to her car, (Y/N) falling into step beside Harry as best she could though his strides were much larger than her own, she sucked in a deep breath and worried the knit of her cardigan between her nails.

"That Halloween party at Sigma Pi is in a couple of weeks, are you and your friends planning on going?" she posed, hiding the cringe of her nerves with a shaky smile. She hoped she didn't sound weird, asking her study buddy about his Halloween plans so stiffly.

"Probably not," he shrugged, directing his gaze towards his feet with rose dusted cheeks, "I don't think 'm really invited, anyway."

"It's a party, everyone's invited! My roommate and I are going," she bubbled, her goal being to wipe the dejected look off his face.

Harry looked up from the path of his feet with his lips rolled between his teeth. "Are you... You're going to dress up?"

"Mhm, Naomi and I are going costume shopping as soon as I get home," she explained, glancing at him over the line of her shoulder to find Harry looking straight ahead with his hand wrapped tightly around the strap of his bag, "But, I'm not sure what I'm going to be yet."

A beat of silence passed as the parking lot drew closer. Harry's gaze was stuck straight ahead while (Y/N) awaited some kind of response. Now that there was a plausible chance he might decline her invitation, she realized just how badly she wanted him to go.

Plucking up her courage, fingers wrapped tightly in the fabric of her cardigan, (Y/N) tried again. "I would really like it if you came, Harry. You don't have to dress up if you don't want to, but I was really hoping we could hang out a little more."

Though the hesitancy wasn't cleared from his tone, Harry finally answered her. "I—uh—I might have to work that weekend, but I'll think about it."

A short smile spread over (Y/N)'s features. At least it wasn't a complete no.

"Of course," she nodded, "And if you can't make it, or don't feel up to it, it's more than okay. I know parties aren't for everyone, I just wanted you to know you're welcome to come—to any of these parties, actually. I want you to be there, at least."

A toothy grin made its way over Harry's features, his face flaming an abundant shade of red. With the dimples denting his cheeks, he chanced a look in her direction with his eyes flitting over her features, "Thank you, (Y/N). That really does mean a lot."

She was starting to curse herself for her impeccable parking jobs, her close spots making their journeys a little too short to her liking (she was still crooked and riding the white lines, so her proximity to the main building was the only impeccable part).

A bright smile covered her features as she turned on her heel to face him. "Well, I'll see you later, right? Wednesday for more tutoring?"

"Yeah," he smiled, voice soft as his gaze matched her's, "I'll see you. Goodnight, (Y/N)."

"Goodnight, Harry."

(Y/N) edged towards her car, chancing a glance at him over her shoulder. Looking at him now, she really hoped he would be able to make it.

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Looking in the mirror, Harry found Mitch eyeing him with a raised brow and an incredulous look. He tried his best to school his features into neutrality, but he knew the nerves singing in his veins were clear on his face. Fussing with his last minute Halloween costume, he debated if it really was a good idea for him to go out on Halloween night.

Truth be told, he was planning on staying in tonight and putting on a festive theme for the cam-site in honor of the holiday. But, since (Y/N) had invited him to this party over a week ago, he hadn't been able to shake her words from his head. She wanted to spend time with him, she said; she wanted him there. How was he supposed to pass that up in favor of making a few hundred dollars from strangers?

"H, c'mon, your hair looks fine, stop messing with it. You're just stalling so you don't have to leave yet," Mitch griped from where he was stood lent up against the doorframe of Harry's bedroom. Harry's eyes stayed stuck on his reflection in the floor length mirror pinned on his wall (would he look stupid going to this party dressed up? He really hoped (Y/N) would stick to her promise of coming in costume). Mitch sighed, bringing his attention back to the reflection behind him, "You know, if you want to pregame a little to get rid of some nerves, I can just drive you over and pick you up later."

"No, no, it's okay," Harry declined as used his shaky hands to adjust the bowtie around his neck, "I jus'... You know I've never done this before. I'm-I'm nervous."

Crossing his arms, Mitch raised his brows again, "But your girl will be there, right? So, at least you'll have one person to talk to. Besides, if things aren't going well, you can always just leave."

The blush that rose to Harry's cheeks was involuntary and unstoppable at the sound of Mitch calling (Y/N) his girl. "She's not my girl," he mumbled through a smile, "But, yeah, I guess so."

"It's going to be fine, Harry. You're going to have fun, you're just scaring yourself at this point."

Harry wanted to believe Mitch's words—logically, he knew they were true. He was definitely the type to get into his head and let his uncertainty squander his fun before he'd even had any. But, letting that go was something that was much easier said than done.

Turning away from the mirror with his mock lab coat brushing his shins, Harry faced Mitch with a heavy hand running through his hair, "Do y'think I look alright?"

Mitch rolled his eyes, stepping away from the doorframe to wander back to the main living area. "You know," he called, Harry's jittery form following after him, "If you ask me that one more time, I'm going to tell Pauli that you're doubting their choices and it's going to hurt his feelings."

"'M not, 'm not," Harry countered though his argument barely had legs, "'M jus' nervous, that's all."

Falling into the worn recliner tucked away in the corner of Harry's living room, Mitch heaved a heavy sigh. A look of sympathy shot through his gaze, letting Harry know he understood where he was coming from but was still bent on his tough love approach of making him go. "Have you talked to her at all today?"

Shaking his head, the tea shades perched on the top of his head jostling in his hair, Harry spoke, "No. She doesn't even know 'm coming tonight. She texted me the address this morning and that she hoped to see me there, but I didn't say anything back because I wasn't sure."

A dumbfounded look twisted Mitch's features, the shock of Harry's words pulling him to sit straight in the sagging cushions, "Text her back, then! Tell her you're coming and that you can't wait to see her! What are you thinking?!"

Harry resisted the urge to pick at his freshly painted nails, knowing that if any chips appeared it would only make him spiral further. "I don't know. 'M not sure if she's only doing this to be nice to me because I told her I'd never been invited to any of these things."

The coach facade Mitch had taken on for the night fell at the sight of his friend practically deflating at the thought. "She said she wanted to spend time with you, Harry—you, specifically. If she was only trying to be nice, she wouldn't have said that," Mitch encouraged, sitting with his elbows perched on his knees as he pinned his gaze to Harry across the room, "You've told me you feel like she's a really honest person, so believe her. I think you're going to have a lot of fun tonight, you just have to let yourself."

Harry sucked in a deep breath, his eyes falling to the black loafers he had on his feet. He nodded his head slowly as if the motion was done only to convince himself of the affirmations. "Okay," he breathed, peeking at his friend through the gaps in his lashes, "What time is it?"

Glancing at his phone, Mitch then jerked his chin in the direction of the front door, "Time for you to go if you want to be fashionably late, but not too late to miss anything."

He reached for the plush cat he had resting on the table by his keys, the key accessory to the costume. Harry chanced a glance back at his best friend, "Are y'sure you can't come with me tonight?"

"Nope," he answered simply, a shake of his head rustling the long tendrils of his hair, "Already committed to Sarah's plans of staying in and watching scary movies tonight. Text me if you need a ride home, though."

With the grey kitten tucked under his arm and his friend ushering him out of his own apartment, Harry did anything he could to work up a last minute sprinkling of blind confidence. He hoped he could somehow channel the adrenaline rush a good scary movie gave him, the feeling enough to help him carry through on his plan for the night.

"Thank you for hanging out with me tonight, and helping me get ready, Mitch," Harry smiled, though the curl was shaky. Mitch abandoned his post in the recliner, moving to step beside Harry to follow him out. "Will you tell Sarah I said hi?"

Mitch let out an aerated laugh, "I will."

Once outside his apartment, Mitch eyeing the shaky hands that Harry used to lock the door behind him, he figured more encouragement wouldn't hurt. "I'm happy you're going, H. You'll have to tell me all about it when you get home."

"Me too," Harry swallowed, nodding his head though the motion was slightly disjointed, "I jus' need to get there, and then I'll feel better. This is the hard part."

"Well, then go and I'll talk to you later, okay?" Mitch ushered him as they approached the flight of open stairs leading out of the apartment complex.

Harry took one last glance at his glossy nails and hugged the stuffed kitten to his side in a motion he hadn't meant to make but comforted him nonetheless. He nodded his head to Mitch's words before waving him off to his own car. In the solitude of his slowly heating vehicle, Harry took a deep breath.

He could do this, he knew that. He was going to do this because of (Y/N). And, he was going to have fun with her. He would make sure of it.

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Harry couldn't say he'd ever been to this neighborhood without his pizza delivery uniform on.

The Greek lettering that named each of the houses was illuminated at the peak of the architecture. He had driven past the Sigma Pi house a handful of times while searching for a parking spot that wasn't blocking a driveway or would land him with any kind of complaint. That left him to park almost a full block away, just on the edge of the fraternity side of the Row. Now, he had to take a long walk up the only vaguely familiar neighborhood.

Practically every house Harry walked by had flashing lights and the echo of pounding music flooding from inside. The Halloween themed decorations plastered along the outer facade of the party houses were jostled with each whiff of the experience going on inside that was granted every time the door was opened. He, luckily, didn't feel too out of place considering he wasn't the only one dressed up, but he definitely felt a few questioning glances from the handful of sober people that passed him by. He had been prepared with the fact that most of the party-goers weren't going to immediately recognize his costume (Erwin Schrödinger wasn't exactly a trending icon this season), but he liked it and he knew there had to be at least a few people who would get it. He hoped (Y/N) would at least.

Nonetheless, Harry held the stuffed cat to his side as he approached the Sigma Pi sorority house. This party in particular was teeming with activity, even with a short line having developed at the front door. He knew some of the Greek party traditions, having been drunkenly quizzed every time he had to deliver a stack of pizzas from Wanda's years ago. Since he was a guy (it was an either an attempt to keep weirdos out or to keep the female to male ratio teetering in the direction of the former), he was going to have to know someone who lived at the house, be someone's plus one, or be recognized enough to be allowed in without question. He knew two of those options weren't going to fit him, leaving the hope that knowing (Y/N) would be enough to get through the door.

The short line that had formed dispersed quickly as it was made up of majority girls who were let in without a hitch. Harry met the wannabe bouncer on the rickety white porch that wrapped around the front of the sorority, with the group of his friends standing off to the side waiting for him to be free.

The guard, dressed as a version of Scooby-Doo with high-tops on his feet, squinted at Harry with puzzlement twitching in his features. Without an introduction, his eyes scanned over Harry's form, "What are you supposed to be? A pussy doctor?"

Harry couldn't stop the huffed laugh that bubbled through at Scooby's guess. He figured he could look like he was trying to make a joking costume of a gynecologist with his lab coat and plush cat. He shook his head though the edges of his lips fought off a smile, "No, 'm Erwin Schrödinger."

A blank look was all he received in response.

Shuffling his feet, Harry tried again. "Like, Schrödinger's Cat?"—he shook the kitten in his hand as if that would jog his memory—"The thought experiment that questions quantum superposition?"

Scooby's brown spotted eyes showed a lack of recognition though he still nodded as if he got what Harry was explaining. "Oh, cool, cool. I see it now, man. So, you know anyone here? I don't think I've seen you around before."

Shaking hands fiddled with the faux glasses tucked into his breast pocket, "Um, yeah. I know (Y/N)—she invited me."

"Oh!" he sounded, eyes brightening at the sound of the familiar name, "(Y/N), yeah, she said she had a friend coming later. You can go on in, man."

"Thank you," Harry smiled through his mumbled words, stepping carefully over the worn boards under his feet.

"Wait, what's your name?"

Harry halted at the sudden question, looking to the side where the now friendly bouncer had stopped him. "I'm Harry."

"Nice to meet you, Harry." Scooby extended his hand out for one of those casual handshakes all frat brothers are expected to know, except for the fact Harry only knew it from the repeated appearance of it on campus. "See you in there. Tell (Y/N) I said hi."

Nodding with a slight smile on his face, Harry escaped the sudden friendship he didn't realize he was forging. He didn't know Scooby's real name, so he wasn't quite sure how he was going to tell (Y/N) about his greetings. But, Harry decided he'd worry about that when he actually found her.

Slipping through the slightly cracked door, he was greeted to the sight of a packed party house. The living room was fit on a lowered platform, leaving a clear border for the makeshift dance floor to be made. Still the flood of people created small dance circles and corners where guests were shuffling to the beat of the song with the limited space they had. The dimmed lights were occasionally swapped out for purple and magenta colored bulbs, glinting over the black and orange metallic garland strung throughout the room and hanging from the banisters. Though it made no logical sense, the music was almost so loud, Harry felt like he couldn't see very well through the throngs of people.

Until he saw (Y/N) bounding down the stairs, of course.

He had been starting to get worried that he should have told her he was coming just in the off chance they could have made a designated meeting spot so he wasn't left standing around like a potted plant. But, it was like she had heard his calls to her he was making in his head and started a stumbling descent down the packed staircase behind a couple other girls he recognized from campus. The hand not holding a red plastic cup was clutched in the grip of the girl in front of her; a platinum blonde with a shag haircut dressed as something of a space cowgirl with neon and LEDs littering her fringed, denim jumpsuit. That had to be Ny, Harry figured, the bubbly blonde (Y/N) lived with and thought so highly of.

The second (Y/N)'s eyes caught sight of Harry standing like a dope in the middle of a bustling party, they widened to match the splitting grin stretching her lips.

"Harry!" She shooed her friends off with a promise to catch up with them later as she stumbled over to him, the only obstacle in her way being her lack of balance and the white go-go boots on her feet. "I didn't know you were coming tonight, hi!"

"Hi," he breathed. A dreamy smile covered his features now that he was in her presence, feeling a weight drift from his shoulders. "Kind of a last minute decision, didn't have time to tell you."

With her free hand, (Y/N) reached out and laid her hand on the bulk of Harry's bicep, her hold gentle as she curled her fingers around. Harry practically froze at the touch, the only thing still reacting in his body being his rapidly beating heart and the rise of blood to color his cheeks. He was going to have to thank Mitch for convincing him to go out tonight; he was suddenly very into the Halloween spirit.

"I'm so happy you made it! You look so good, I love your costume!"—a pause settled as she ran her gaze over his form—"...What is it?"

An airy laugh left his lips, "'M Erwin Schrödinger—you know, Schrödinger's cat?" He offered her the stuffed kitten, hoping for (Y/N) to make the connection to one of the previous week's physics lessons.

Doubtful recognition built in her eyes. "Stanfill talked about him in class the other day, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's him. Quantum superposition, remember?"

"Yeah, that!" (Y/N) bubbled, though Harry was almost completely sure she didn't know what he was talking about outside of the cat reference. At least, she was trying and expressing some interest given the fact he was sure physics was the last thing on her mind on a Saturday night. "I really like it, Harry! You look so cool, and your kitten is cute."

His signature blushed cheeks made their second, full-force appearance in the last few minutes. "Thank you," he smiled, tucking his plushie into one of the deep pockets of his lab coat, "You look really nice, too. Are you from the sixties?" Harry cringed at the stiff compliment; she looked much better than nice but he couldn't get anything else past his lips.

Her small top was colored with psychedelic daisies and swirls in bold yellow, pink and cream tones, the fabric cut short to reveal her midriff and a generous view of her décolletage and cleavage with the way it came to a tie between her breasts. The sleeves were long and trumpeted out to bell shapes around her wrists with a small trim of daisy fringe around the hem. A matching skirt was stretched high over her waist and came to a short stop at the mid of her thighs, the fabric tightly conformed to the silhouette of her hips. Though not much leg was on display with the help of the over-the-knee white boots clinging to the shape of her. Her makeup was simple with glossy lips and bunched lashes to recreate the look of the models of the time-period, leaving the white daisies drawn on the high points of her cheeks to take his attention. She tied the look all together with the daisy studded headband preceding the beehive styled bump of her hair.

She looked gorgeous, really. If Harry worked carefully, he could use his tea shades to his advantage and switch his outfit around to resemble a Beatles member. Then, he would look like he belonged with her.

"Mhm," she eagerly nodded, "I'm a go-go dancer, like at those clubs! You like it?"

It was an innocent question, said through a beaming smile and bright eyes, but Harry couldn't stop the burn in his stomach at the sound of her seeking his approval. She was too cute for her own good—and for his too, if he wanted to return home in one piece.

"I do, yeah," he choked out, swallowing around the words that were able to squeak passed.

"Thank you," she smiled, glancing over her shoulder in the direction she had been headed before she got distracted with him. Her hand on his arm tightened, the weight being something Harry was hyper aware of through the whole interaction. "Do you want to get a drink with me? I was about to go get another when I saw you."

Harry bit back his flustered smile, nodding his head with a nervous jerk. "Yeah, sure. 'M not drinking tonight since I drove, but I'll come with you."

"Okay!" she chirped, drawing her hand down his arm to finish with her fingers wrapped around his wrist.

Following along behind her, Harry felt his blush rise to the apples of his cheeks. He was very aware of the fact that everyone stopping her to say hi and compliment her costume on the way to the makeshift bar set up in the kitchen saw her hand holding onto him. Even one of the guys that had screened him at the door had patted Harry on his back in congratulation as he passed before shooting his eyes to (Y/N) a step ahead with a raised brow. After that, Harry kept his eyes in front of him with his cheeks flushed, his instinctive shyness kicking in knowing that eyes were on him. (The girl in front of him was a welcome distraction, though, especially the shape of her hips and the curve of her ass in the tight cover of her skirt).

The crowd of partygoers thinned once they broke into the kitchen. A few straggling groups were plotted around the island, clearly drunk with matching outfits, but it was much easier to breathe and think in the tiled space. (Y/N) beelined it to the row of drinks and mix-ins settled on the counter, placing her plastic cup on the sticky surface.

Her idle hands fluttered about the many half full liquor bottles and jugs of room-temperature juice, a bright smile on her lips. More than once as she picked out the mix for her drink she looked to her left to find Harry still hovering where she left him. "I still can't believe you made it, Harry; I'm so happy! I was just telling the girls upstairs that I invited you, but I wasn't sure if you were coming since you hadn't texted me this morning. I just figured you got busy or couldn't get out of work tonight, but I'm so excited you're here!"

She looked to him with a large smile on her face, the daisies painted on her cheeks dancing at the movement. He could tell just how genuinely happy she was that he had taken her up on her invitation, the way she couldn't seem to settle now that she was in his presence telling him enough to make his heart burst. Now that he was with her, Harry couldn't believe he was so scared to go and was this close to backing out of attending.

"'M happy 'm here, too, (Y/N)," he sighed blissfully, unable to get much more out around the bloating of his heart.

With her poorly mixed, lukewarm drink sitting finished, (Y/N) directed the full of her attention to him at the sound of her name. She gazed up at him with a dreamy smile on her lips, his vision of her shrouded in feathery clouds and a rose-tinted vignette. If he hadn't been so preoccupied with his own bliss-induced outlook, Harry would have noticed the heart shaped lenses she was looking at him through.

"So," she started, breaking the marathon of eye contact Harry was reluctant to pull away from, "How did you get out of work tonight?" She edged towards the kitchen island that was littered with half drank cups of cocktails, hopping up to sit on a cleared section of counter. Swinging her legs, she sipped on her pink lemonade and vodka concoction with the wide of her eyes pinned on Harry.

He swallowed at the sight of her sat in the perfect position for him to spread her legs open and slip between her thighs. That was something he couldn't deny he had dreamed about when setting up for a stream, something to get him hard and in the moment. Most of his pre-show fantasies were built around her, ever since he started that physics class with her almost two months ago. But, Harry refrained from making those short steps to stand between the plush of her thighs, keeping himself stationed at the counter opposite her.

Her question was processed slowly before Harry recalled the lie he had made up when he hadn't been so sure about showing up to the party; a lie he worked on top of the other lie he made about his job. "I—uh—I jus' told m'boss I had food poisoning and I couldn't come in," he laughed, though his smile was a bit stiff.

The truth was, he had planned on doing a special stream tonight on the cam-site, but instead he made a quick post on his page about extra premium content going up over the weekend and got ready to go out instead.

(Y/N) let out an unexpectedly loud laugh at his low-level joke, almost doubling over from where she sat. That's how he knew she was on the edge of tipsy, moving into drunken territory. Nonetheless, it only made Harry think she was even cuter.

"Well, I'm happy you're not really sick," she smiled when she calmed down, looking him over. When she met his own gaze, the edges around her amused eyes softened. "Come here. You're so far away."

Her eyes sparkled in the dim lights that filled the sorority house, drawing Harry even deeper in the dream that made her up. Her lips curled into a smile that matched the soft of her skin as she reached her free hand out towards him to beckon him to the cage of her spread legs. She was asking him to come closer, and Harry was just lucky that his heart hadn't completely beat out of his chest yet.

With his palms clamming up, Harry took careful steps in her direction, unable to deny her of any request. At the sight of him moving closer, (Y/N) dropped her hand and spread her legs wide enough to fit him between despite the short skirt that wrapped around the full of her thighs.

"Do you... Is it okay if I...?" he asked, flicking his eyes to the space she made for him. He eased an extra step towards her, carefully awaiting her permission.

"Yes! Come here, already," she giggled, hooking her gogo-booted ankle around the back of his knee. She tugged him close enough to grab at the fabric of his lab coat, though she kept her ankle hiked around his leg even when he was right where she wanted him.

A bright red blush colored his cheeks as he felt the full of her thighs around his hips. He made a point to keep his hands to himself, his fingers tangling together in an effort to keep from spanning across the smooth skin revealed by the short of her skirt.

(Y/N) gazed up at him perfectly content now that he wasn't a world away like she had felt. The alcohol on her breath was masked by the sweetness of artificially flavored pink lemonade, though it was her smile that drew Harry in and the way she couldn't seem to look at any of his features long enough before she was searching through the planes of his face again.

"What's your favorite color?"

Harry reared back some at the sudden question though his lips still twitched at the edges. He trailed his gaze to the yellow daisies printed on her cheeks before matching her eyes. "Um, yellow. Why?"

Her grin brightened at his answer, twisting dreamily in her spot as she shrugged. "I don't know. I don't feel like I know a lot about you, but I want to."

Practically melting in his spot, Harry felt like his heart couldn't beat any harder. God, she was so cute. She wouldn't make this easy on him, keeping his hands to himself.

"Your favorite color is pink, right?" Harry prompted, biting back his smile to keep it from growing and scrunching his eyes too much to be able to see her.

Bouncing in her spot and tightening her ankle around the back of his knee, (Y/N) perked up at Harry's correct answer. "Yes! How did you know?!"

A breathy laugh preluded his words, "Jus' a good guess. Your laptop case, your bag, and almost everything you wear is pink. Thought it would be a safe assumption."

"You are so good at remembering things, Harry! That's probably why you're so smart." Her words were edging on slurred but he knew they were completely genuine. It still made his chest puff with pride that she thought so highly of him; that she appreciated his brain and intelligence that he worked so hard to cultivate. "You know," (Y/N) continued, "I was telling my roommate how smart you are, and how you want to go into something with physics or engineering when we graduate, but I feel like I couldn't even explain it right. You're just so smart, and I don't know what half of that even means." She finished with an exorbitant laugh, the sound a little too loud to be considered sober.

Harry found his thoughts stuck on the fact that she had spoken about him to her roommate, the notion rounding out his eyes and shrouding his vision of her in a glittering veil of affection. He rolled his lips between his teeth, aware of her eyes glazing over his form. "You're plenty smart, (Y/N), really. Y'don't give yourself enough credit. Jus' because physics is harder for you, doesn't mean you're not smart in so many other ways that I lack."

"See!" (Y/N) bubbled, reaching for the lapel of his lab coat and hiking her leg around his own, "That's why I like you, Harry! You're so smart, but you're not mean about it. You're so kind all the time—like, all of the time!"

She liked him?

Maybe Harry was reading too far into it, but, nonetheless, the childish sentiment that she liked him made his heart race and his blush rise to the tops of his cheekbones. Even though he wasn't the one that had been sipping on the liquid courage, he was going to take advantage of the sweetened mood (Y/N) was in and let some of his own affections slip.

"I like you, too, (Y/N)," he mumbled, just quiet enough for the two of them, "Thank you for always being nice to me, even though I know 'm not the most outgoing person."

(Y/N) settled her plastic cup on the counter beside her (Harry made a note to keep an eye on her drink for her) to free her hands. She reached for the tangle of Harry's own that knotted together in the time he stood between her legs, and laced her fingers between his. Her eyes dropped to their entwined hands as she laid them on the full of her thighs, laying Harry's palm flat over her skin. She slipped her fingers out from between his and moved to wrap them around his wrists before she looked up at him with a smile brighter than any he'd seen cross her features.

She took in a breath like she was going to speak before (Y/N) was abruptly cut off and distracted by the flock of party goers parading through the kitchen. They stumbled towards the glass door that led to the backyard, some stragglers occasionally grabbing for bottles of liquor all the while slurring through conversations. Celebratory hollers were heard throughout the small space, just enough of a commotion to steal (Y/N)'s hazy attention.

The long procession filtered through, some vaguely familiar faces from around campus patted Harry on the back and cheered him on upon seeing the somewhat intimate position he was tangled in. He dropped his gaze to where his hands were splayed over (Y/N)'s thighs with his cheeks flaming to a warm red. It wasn't like that, he knew, but this was now the second time of the night that he had been praised for supposedly winning (Y/N) for the night.

"(Y/N)!" a somewhat familiar voice shouted over the sound of the flock, the chittering of heeled boots on the tiled floor following after.

"Ny!" (Y/N) called back, jumping under Harry's hold with her hands on his wrists disappearing as she reached for the girl behind him. He looked over his shoulder to find (Y/N)'s roommate who he had only seen in flashes of blonde hair and bright colors, though he had heard enough stories to give the illusion she was also his roommate.

"I lost you for a while, where did you go?" Ny slurred, abandoning the group she had been filtering in with to approach the bundle that was made up of Harry and (Y/N).

"I found Harry—see!" She gestured to him in the way of settling her hand on the strong of his bicep, squeezing as if to ensure that this was the one she was talking about, "Ny, this is Harry. Harry, this is my roommate, Naomi!"

Harry intended to reach his hand out to shake hers, a proper introduction to ensure a good first impression, but Ny—Naomi as he was told—only looked at him with a pair of wide blue eyes. She looked to (Y/N) who still held him securely between her thighs with an ankle around his leg, before returning her gaze to his form, "You're Harry?!"

"Yeah, that's me," Harry smiled, a shy pair of dimples denting into his flushed cheeks.

"Nice to finally meet you, Harry," she smiled, flicking her gaze to (Y/N) almost imperceptibly before sliding smoothly back to Harry like nothing happened.

"Nice to meet you, too," he mumbled, itching to turn his gaze to (Y/N) to see if she had any expression on her face he was missing.

"Well, I'll be outside with everyone," Ny smiled, shooting another look towards (Y/N) as she edged out of the kitchen, "Come get me if you need anything."

"Okay! Bye, Ny!" (Y/N) shouted, a little too loud with the words dipped in pink lemonade and vodka.

From outside, the beginnings of a fire smoking from the main pit caught the edge of Harry's attention. He didn't have a good feeling about what was happening out there, but he would keep his eye on it all just in case.

"Harry?"

"Hm?" he hummed, whipping his attention to be placed back on her.

(Y/N)'s wandering hands settled on his shoulders, her glossy eyes trailing over the planes of his face. "Do you want to dance with me?"

Harry stilled in his spot at her question. He wasn't much of a dancer, if he was being honest—not without a planned routine and some help and time to learn it, anyway. Tuning into the music that was playing from beyond the cover of the kitchen he found heavy bass notes and the sound of spitfire lyrics filtering through. When his attention zeroed back in on the girl in front of him, and despite the fact he was almost sure he was going to embarrass himself with whatever moves he pulled out, he knew he couldn't say no to her.

Swallowing hard, he gave a short nod of his head, "Um, sure."

Luckily, (Y/N) didn't catch onto the hesitation he showed with the help of the plastic cup she was now abandoning as she jumped from the counter. She chattered off something about following her as Harry stepped back to give her room. He didn't get very far before his hand was caught in the soft of her hold as she dragged him out to the living area fashioned as the dance floor.

The wood laminate floor was sticky under Harry's feet as he followed her, his reciprocating grip on her hand tightening as she led them through the crowd. The floor practically vibrated under his feet, the impact of the bass rattling the floorboards as they went. (Y/N) stopped him in the heart of the room, the music too loud to hear anything but. The others around them tailored their movements to the beat of the song, either drunk or confident enough to not worry about anyone else around them. Looking at them all, Harry realized he really had no idea how to dance to this.

Before he had longer than a second to worry, (Y/N) reached up and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. She tugged him to her level as she rose to the tips of her toes, angling her head to speak into his ear.

"I love this song!" she shouted over the music, the full of her lips brushing the skin before his ear.

She had already dropped to her normal height (normal with the heels of her boots, anyway) by the time he intended to respond. Slipping her hands from the curve of his neck, she settled them on the broad of his shoulders. Her hips moved instinctively to the sound of the music, easing her closer to Harry. She fell in line with the beat, contentedly lending herself to the sway of the bass.

Hesitantly, Harry reached out towards her. He ghosted his hands over the curve of her waist. "Is this okay?" he called, bending at the knees to meet her height.

"Yes! I want to dance with you, Harry!" she hollered, a bubbling giggle following afterward.

(Y/N)'s eyes closed as she melted in his hold, teeth sinking into the plush of a coral stained bottom lip. Harry followed her lead in hopes that the same confidence and relaxation would leak into his muscles. Her hips glided against his own. It took a bit of coaxing before (Y/N)'s body had convinced him to fit a leg between her own, locking their nearness in place. She was the perfect distraction, he decided; though she wouldn't make him gain rhythm, she took the brunt of his attention and made the rest of the room fall away enough to relax him.

Her movements revealed just how tipsy she was, making Harry that much more careful with his hands on her waist. Every time she made a misstep (even occasionally stepping on his toes), he could just barely make out the sound of her laughter over the sound of the music, though her eyes were still shuddered behind coral shaded eyelids. His fingers slipped over her back, the skin revealed by her crop top feeling soft under his hands as he kept her steady.

Harry had dreamed of being this close to her from the second he found the courage to steal the seat beside her in Stanfill's lecture. He was hyper aware of her hands on his shoulders that squeezed when she stumbled, the brush of her hair against his skin whenever she would flip the tresses out of her way, and the length of her body swaying with the movement of her hips. The already humid room felt hotter with her so near, Harry's heart rate spiking high with his cheeks glowing pink under the deep purple lighting. He felt her everywhere, starting with the curve of her form under his palms to the flocking of butterflies flapping through his stomach.

A few songs later, Harry found himself comfortable with the way (Y/N) was dancing on him and had curated his own moves that helped him blend in with the rest of the crowd. That is until (Y/N) changed the position. This new song playing through the speakers had a baseline heavy enough that it almost came out distorted through the speakers, altering the mood of the other partygoers around them. Some hollered at the song choice, celebrating with varied dance moves and shouts of the lyrics Harry couldn't catch as (Y/N) pulled away from him.

She seemed just as overjoyed with the DJ's choice, a bright smile on her features before she spun around in Harry's hold. She stopped with her back to his chest and her bottom pressed firmly against his crotch.

"Hold me here!" she shouted, reaching for his wrists to slide his hands to rest on the curve of her hips.

If he thought he was aware of her form before this, Harry wasn't going to be able to get her curves out of his head now. The sway of her hips was now exaggerated as she brushed against his own in time to the beat. Her fingers curled into the excess strips fabric that tied her top together making Harry's eyes widen every time she tugged just a bit on the bow. Her hair had been gathered to one side, leaving Harry to see the length of her lashes and the curl of her lips as she enjoyed herself. Harry did his best to follow her lead, but he wanted nothing more than to bask in the show she was giving and let her fill the role of the dancer she was dressed as.

Nonetheless, he imitated the movement of her hips, working as her counterpart to the gentle rolls she delivered into his crotch. He kept his hands steady on her though he felt anything but with the way the curve of her ass ground against him. By the time another song was being transitioned into, (Y/N) broke from the heady character that had taken over. She reached one hand up and back to drape across the nape of Harry's neck, fingertips toying with the baby hairs there.

Pulling him down as she turned her head, she spoke to him in what could be considered a whisper with the volume of the rest of the room, "You're really good at this!"

He couldn't be more thankful for the drink she had prior to this, because this meant she hadn't noticed his clumsy fumbling and the rush he went through to keep up with her. "'M—uh—'m jus' following you," he returned.

Her smile could be felt against his pink dusted cheeks.

(Y/N) allowed him to revel in his moment as she slipped back into the fold of the music, her hand falling from around his neck to resume the dizzying game of how much the bow binding her top together could take before it unraveled. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

His breathing turned heavy the longer she played with him. Harry was more than willing to partake in the game, especially the few times she would bend at the waist just a bit to allow her ass to pop against his hips that much more. Her body moved in smooth rolls that Harry had to withdraw his eyes from in fear that she would notice something that didn't match the soft of her body poking into her behind. All the while, he could hear bits of bubbling giggles and breathy laughter falling from her as if she didn't intend to come off so sexy. He could just see the edging of the smile on her face that told him all he needed to know: this was fun for her. That only made it harder for Harry to keep a lid on the attraction he felt for her right then.

When (Y/N)'s hand returned to Harry's neck a medley of songs later, he couldn't help the tense that tightened his muscles. Her fingers familiarly threaded through the baby curls that lined the back of his neck, a layer of goosebumps trailing in her wake. He automatically understood what she was asking of him as he lent down to have his ear level with her lips. Her breath was warm on the curve of his neck, drawing Harry in as his hands tightened on her hips.

"Did I bring my drink with me?"

A breathy laugh broke the anticipation he felt pattering his heart. He gently shook his head, aware of the tip of her nose just at the level of his jawline. "No, y'left it in the kitchen, remember?"

She all but deflated in his hold. "Oh shoot. Will you come with me to get another, then?"

Besides the fact that she was working as perfect cover for the hint of a hard-on he was sporting in his pants, Harry knew he would follow her anywhere at this point.

"Lead the way."

(Y/N) repeated the ritual of grabbing for his wrist that Harry was now looking forward to when navigating the party. She took him to the kitchen island that acted as the bar, the selection now left with bare bones since bottles were taken to the backyard when Ny's group passed through.

"Do you want a water?" she asked, as she reached for a bottle of rum, "I bet there's some in the fridge!"

Harry gazed at her through the veil of affection, trying to figure how the girl who had been dancing on him on the other side of the wall was the same one offering to get him a bottle of water with a bright smile on her daisy spotted face. "'M okay, but thank you," he declined softly, resting his hip against the counter to watch her.

She bubbled off an okay! as she settled for mixing what could be considered a shot with pineapple juice folded in with the rum. Her pours were sloppy as is, but her skills only worsened when her attention was taken by the small string of people that came in from the outside. Harry made a point to scoot her cup under the stream she splashed out, saving her from the stick that would have rained over the toes of her boots.

"Do you want to go outside with me?!" she peeped, lazily screwing the top back on the remaining pineapple juice. Though her bleary eyes took a second to focus on him, the soft curve of her lips never lessened at the sound of her new idea.

He flicked his gaze to the window that showcased the dwindling fire and the few others that remained huddled around it. He spotted one couple cuddled close to the fire with a blonde-headed nurse sat on the lazy football player's lap, giggling and whispering to one another in a make-believe private moment. Harry's heart thrummed at the idea that that could be him and (Y/N).

"Yeah, let's go," Harry agreed with a soft smile, a flush working its way up his neck as he readily offered her his hand.

After letting out a small cheer, (Y/N) took her shot like a champ. She pulled a puckered face before taking his offered hand and rushing him out the back door with her. The air was crisp and cold once they left the warmth of the party behind them. Harry hadn't realized just how humid it had been when he was dancing with her until the autumnal air shivered over his form and chilled his skin. His hand was kept warm in (Y/N)'s as he followed after her somewhat wobbly bounds off the cracked concrete patio towards the small group around the fire pit.

Harry could practically see the lightbulb go off over her head when her gaze zeroed in on the trampoline set up in the far corner of the backyard. She halted in her steps but bounced in her spot. Beaming, she turned on the chunk of her heel to face Harry.

"Do you think we're allowed to go on that?"

Her eyes were wide with her bunched lashes fluttering under her raised brows with her mouth dropped into a small gape. Harry didn't have an accurate answer for her, he knew that, but he wasn't losing his yes streak now.

"I'd think so," he said with a lopsided smile, shrugging his shoulder.

(Y/N) all but squealed before she rushed them towards the trampoline. Harry was unable to wipe the smile from his face as he followed her and helped lift her through the entrance in the net. He paired their shoes off together beside the broken step stool that creaked with every pace Harry climbed.

With a giggling smile, (Y/N) was already bouncing about the nylon net by the time Harry crawled through the opening. Her hair fluttered around her with the added flourish of the sleeves of her top spiraling. She urged him to hurry, beckoning him to C'mon! Jump with me!

When Harry found his footing, he matched her jumps and completed the circle that she was starting with her own path around the perimeter. Every time his jump impacted her and took her higher than on her own, a screaming laugh left her lips as she sailed through the air. A sheen covering her costume he hadn't noticed before, sparkled in the moonlight, the fringe of her sleeves shimmering each time she shot up to join the stars in the sky. She began to twirl and spin every time she launched over the netting, her eyes closing when she started her descent down.

"Harry, you stole my jump!" she called when he bounced at the same time as her, a faux pout puffing at her lips.

"'M sorry, 'm sorry," he laughed, the sound coming out created a soft in the crisp air around them. He slowed to a standstill, giving her the floor, "Try now, lo—(Y/N)."

He could only be grateful for the fact it was dark out and she was too tipsy to notice the flush climbing up his cheeks at the slip of his tongue.

(Y/N) happily took over the main space and bounced a few more times with a giggling smile on her lips. He couldn't take his eyes off her as he leant against one of the beams spreading the protective net out, feeling winded just watching her.

Eventually, (Y/N) came down and didn't launch herself back in the air. Instead, she settled on her feet and looked to Harry with glazed eyes and glowing cheeks.

"What are you thinking about?" she questioned, sinking to sit on the center of the trampoline. She patted her hand flat on the spot beside her, beckoning Harry to take the space.

"Nothing," Harry said, shaking his head as he took careful strides to stop next to her, "Jus' nice out tonight, that's all."

"Yeah," she sighed dreamily, looking towards the clear sky, "You're right." She lent back with her hands splayed behind her to prop her up. Craning her neck, she gazed all around the starry expanse over their heads. After a moment, she lost some of her balance and fell flat on her back with a feathery smile on her features.

When she didn't sit up and laid with her hooded eyes pinned on the sky, Harry nudged her gently with his knee. "Y'alright?" he prosed, voice gentle.

Her attention slid from the stars and landed squarely on Harry with glossy eyes. "Lay with me?"

The lopsided smile on his features picked a single dimple into his cheek. Nudging her again, he laid himself in the space beside her, taken aback when she pulled on his arm to extend it out for her. Before he even had a chance to settle, (Y/N) was already cuddling into his side with his bicep acting as her pillow.

His heart was beating a mile a minute as he laid down, toes curling in his socks. He knew he was supposed to be staring at the sky and picking out the shapes in the stars with her, but he couldn't stop himself before his eyes shuttered closed with a shaky breath filling his lungs. He felt clean—refreshed—to finally be so close to her. This somehow felt more intense than the way she was dancing on him earlier, the cover of the quiet making it so there was nothing else to concentrate on but the curve of her form pressed into his side.

"Will you play a game with me?" (Y/N) asked quietly, hooking her ankle around his own and effectively stopping Harry's heart.

"What game?"

"Well," she prattled, reaching for the stuffed kitten he had stowed away in one of the large pockets of his coat. She cradled the plush to her chest with her fingertips absently combing through the fur and brushing against it's nose, "I want to get to know you, so—I know it's kind of stupid, but do you want to play twenty questions?"

The butterflies in his stomach moved in a full-fledged kaleidoscope through his stomach and flapped their wings against the chambers of his heart. God, she was so cute.

"You first, then."

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Harry hadn't kept count but he was sure they played way more than only twenty questions.

(Y/N) had asked him twice what his favorite animal was (he answered differently both times), and found out what his top five favorite songs were but only after she accidentally answered it herself. The whole time Harry had a smile on his face bright enough to rival the moon above them. He learned that she wanted to dress like a go-go dancer to class everyday, but it took too much effort and yellow wasn't always her color. She told him her favorite subject in high school was a tie between History and Home Ec.—she loved her history teacher, but getting to eat almost every day in home ec. was hard to compete with. All the while, Harry kept his arm securely around her with his shoulder acting as her pillow.

As their game went on, (Y/N)'s words started to slur and grew slower and slower. He figured that all of the alcohol was now starting to catch up with her, but when he asked her a question that gained no response, he chanced a look at her. He found her fast asleep beside him with her hands hiding the prop cat in her chest. She pressed herself into his side for warmth with the sleeves of her top draped over her exposed tummy like a sort of blanket. Her ankle was still hooked around his own, keeping him close as if he had anywhere else to be.

Though his arm was starting to fall asleep with pinpricks of static pain appearing in the muscle, he didn't move her. He tried his best not to even shift in hopes of keeping her quietly asleep cuddled into his side. The stars above him became his entertainment, the game of connect-the-dots in his head suddenly morphing into portraits of the girl under his arm.

When he heard footsteps approaching the trampoline, Harry didn't pay it any mind, figuring it was just another straggler wondering why there were two people laid out in the middle of the nylon.

"Harry, is that you?"

He jumped at the sound of his own name from a semi-familiar voice. He turned his head as best he could without jostling (Y/N) to find Naomi peeking through the unzipped entrance. Her shoulders were tensed with her brows furrowed. "Y-Yeah," he stuttered, voice kept quiet, "Is everything okay?"

"Is that (Y/N) with you?" she pressed, trying to peer over Harry's build to the spot of yellow and pink at his side.

"Um, yeah. She's right here; she fell asleep," he elaborated, fighting the awkward angle in his neck that threatened to pull a muscle with the way he was straining it to face her.

Ny relaxed with the set in her shoulders finally deflating. "Oh, good," she sighed, "I've been looking for her for the last ten minutes. Thank you for hanging out with her all night, though. She was so nervous you weren't going to come."

Harry hoped (Y/N)'s roommate wouldn't catch the brightened hue that flooded his cheeks as he smiled. "Really?"

Her blue eyes scanned over his features and the poorly hidden affection he held in them. He was smitten with (Y/N), what could he say?

She peered over him for a second to catch sight of (Y/N) on the other side. "Don't tell her I told you this because she'd kill me, but," she started before dropping her gaze to match his, "She really likes you. She talks about you all the time at home; she always goes on about how cool and nice she thinks you are. I know she was really wanting to see you tonight, and it made her really happy that you showed up. So, thanks for watching out for her even if all she did was fall asleep on you."

He knew his cheeks must be beet red at this point. The pounding of his heart was loud enough that he feared (Y/N) would feel the vibrations going through his veins and wake up. But, god, how could he be worried or concerned about anything when Ny had told him all of that. (Y/N) was always so cool and collected around him—exceedingly kind, but he figured that was more of  a trait she held instead of something special for him—, so he never quite fathomed that she might have an inkling of feelings for him. Mitch was going to have a heyday getting to tell him I told you so.

Swallowing around his heart in his throat, Harry tried to speak over the sound of the beats. "I... I really like her, too. She's very nice."

He cringed at the impersonal compliment that fell from his lips, but it was all his muddled brain could come up with. Ny let out an airy laugh nonetheless, a knowing smile on her lips. He was exactly like (Y/N) described him, she thought.

"So, I called an Uber for her and I," she said, jerking his chin towards (Y/N), "It should be here in the next couple of minutes... Unless, you were planning on taking her home?"

For a flicker, Harry wanted nothing more than to be selfish and take up the job of getting her home. He would wait until she woke or until he decided it was too cold for her to continue to sleep outside, then he would get the privilege of driving her home and spending that much more time with her. But, when he tossed his gaze back to the go-go dancer beside him, he knew that wasn't fair to her. She was dead on her feet, tired enough to have fallen asleep outside in the middle of talking to him in a mini skirt and crop top. It wasn't fair to keep her out when she had a warm bed at home to fall into.

"No," he shook his head, beginning to gently move his arm out from under her and sit up, "She needs to get some rest in a real bed." He caught just the edge of Naomi's soft smile before he directed the full of his attention to (Y/N). He slipped his arm out from around her, (Y/N) trying to follow the warmth he was taking away as she stretched. He settled his hand on her shoulder, circulation slowly returning in somewhat painful pulses. "(Y/N)," he cooed, voice soft in the dark, "Gotta wake up. Naomi's here and she's got a car waiting out front to take y'home."

A groggy groan came from her lips in conjunction with a stretch of her limbs. Her eyes stayed shuttered closed until Harry uttered another soft call of her name. She blinked them open, gifting him with the eyes he had seen in the stars only ten minutes prior. Though her gaze was hooded, she pinned her eyes right on Harry.

"What?" she sounded, a rasp to her unused voice.

Harry let out an airy laugh. "Ny's here to take y'home."

"Oh," she sighed, relaxing back into the nylon that acted as her mattress. Her eyes flitted over his form before settling on his face, "Are you coming with us?"

He knew logically that it was impossible for a heart to bound out of a chest or a smile to embed itself on his lips, but, in this moment, he felt he could question all of that.

"No, not tonight," he reasoned, sliding his guiding hand to sit between her shoulder blades as she sat up, "But, y'can text me when y'get home safely. We can keep talking until y'fall asleep, too, if y'wanted."

A contented smile settled on her lips as she nodded her head, "I do want that."

Harry followed after her like a puppy as they slid off the trampoline. (Y/N) passed the stuffed animal back to him before dropping to the ground, not even bothering to slip back into her boots despite the dew covering the grass. Ny was silent as she watched them interact, Harry feeling her eyes as he helped ensure (Y/N) was steady on her feet and she had everything she needed. Naomi continued to allow them to have their moment as they worked their way through the pulsing party (Harry was especially diligent about ensuring no one stomped on (Y/N)'s bare feet and she didn't step on anything that could hurt her), (Y/N) more than once looking over her shoulder to make sure Harry was still following.

Once they made it to the porch out front, the space much less crowded than when Harry arrived, (Y/N) pivoted on her heel despite Ny continuing her path to the waiting car at the curb. She let go of Harry's hand—to his dismay—, but the disappointment was short-lived before she had her arms wrapped around his middle and her cheek smushed against his chest.

"Thank you for coming tonight, Harry," she mumbled, words distorted from the fact she refused to pull even a hair away from him, "Happy Halloween."

Though his response time lagged as he tried to render if he was in a dream or not, Harry looped his arms around her waist and held (Y/N) tightly to his chest. He didn't mind the way the boots she still held in her hand banged against the small of his back or how far he had to lean down to get a comfortable hold on her. Nothing could ruin this moment for him.

He dared to dip down and rest his nose in her hair, his eyes fluttering closed. "Happy Halloween, (Y/N)," he mumbled into the crown of her head, reveling in her touch.

All too soon, she released him. Taking a step back, she looked up to him with the beaming smile he was hoping to memorize and get him through the weekend. "I'll see you on Monday, right?" she asked as she quietly started edging away to where Ny was waiting.

He swallowed around the raging beats of his heart. "Yeah, I'll see y'Monday."

When he let her go, his hands fell to his sides with his palm brushing against the synthetic fur of his stuffed kitten. Pinning his eyes on her retreating form, Harry had one more idea to get one last spare moment with her before the magic of the night ended when she drove away.

She had only made it down a pair of steps leading to the concrete walkway that led to the sidewalk before Harry stopped her. "(Y/N), wait, hold on."

Perking up at the sound of her name, she turned on her toes with a question lacing her brows together. Harry scrambled to meet her on the steps as he clumsily reached for the cat. "Yo-You can have this," he stuttered, offering up the plush with a bright red flush sitting on the apples of his cheeks, "Since y'fell asleep with it and all, y'can take her home. She's yours."

(Y/N) tucked the length of her go-go boots under her arm, delicately taking the item from his hands with a matching smile on her lips. "She?"

His skin took on an even redder hue as he realized his slip. "Um, yeah," he laughed, fixing his gaze on the stuffed animal as if that would hide his embarrassment from her eyes, "I was jus' thinking of it as a girl, but it can be whatever y'want."

"No, you're right, I like that. She's a little girl." (Y/N) looked to him with the stars in her eyes, rivaling that of the patterns that were hung in the sky above them. Even if they were talking about something as silly as the prop he brought for his costume, Harry wasn't able to shake the rose colored lens he looked at her through.

Peeking over the top of her head, Harry caught Naomi looking at the pair of them with softened eyes before the Uber driver called something out to her—most likely an urge for her to collect her friend so they could leave. Ny nodded her head and said something before casting her gaze back to Harry with an apologetic smile on her face.

"I think your Uber is getting upset," he mumbled to (Y/N), "Y'should probably go."

Glancing over her shoulder, (Y/N) caught Ny beckoning her over with a wave of her hand. "Yeah, probably," she told Harry, edging towards her friend though she never drew her eyes away from him. With the kitten in her arms she asked him, "I'll text you when we get home?"

"Please."

Harry had his eyes on her until she was safe in the right Uber, Naomi tossing him a wave goodbye before she shut the door after them. Something of a daze passed over him as he made his way down to his own car a block over, nothing truly processing until he was in the quiet of his car.

He fucking loved Halloween.

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Harry was going to ask (Y/N) on a date.

After the party, he hadn't been able to keep himself from calling Mitch at one a.m. and spilling all the details about the past few hours. Sarah had been with him, and when Mitch transferred him to speaker, he got both of their opinions on all the things they considered "signs" that (Y/N) liked him just as much back (Sarah had cooed when he mentioned the hug), and the small revelation that Naomi had shared with him. In the end, they only backed up his decision to ask her out on Monday come their physics class. Mitch had even sent him a text that morning encouraging him to go for it, a quick pep talk to keep Harry from chickening out.

That's how Harry found himself arriving an additional five minutes early to the usual ten minutes he made it before Professor Stanfill started lecture. He was more than jittery as he took his spot next to (Y/N)'s unassigned-assigned seat. His hands were shaky with sweaty palms as he laid out his materials, eyes darting to the main door every few seconds in anticipation of her arrival. He already had a script of how he wanted to ask her, now all he needed was her.

He was on his fifth rehearsal in his head of how exactly he was going to ask her to dinner with him when (Y/N) finally stepped through the double doors that lead to the hall. She had a sleepy smile on her face as she scaled the stairs, the curl growing wider when she caught sight of him with his eyes already on her.

"Hey Harry," she greeted him once she was in range, "How are you?"

Bundling his hands in his lap to cover their trembling, Harry put a tight smile on his lips. "'M...'M really good," he sighed, his heartbeat growing louder in his ears, "How are you?"

Sitting down, (Y/N) reached for her laptop with an airy smile coloring her features, "Still recouping from Saturday, but I'm honestly doing a lot better than I thought I would be today."

"Saturday was a lot of fun, though," Harry muttered, having to fight off the grin that was threatening to explode over his face. He still had work to do before he could celebrate.

(Y/N) didn't get the memo as her smile grew wide over her cheeks and threatened to crinkle her eyes closed. She glanced at him from where she was pulling up her notes, "Yeah, it was."

Harry took a steadying breath as she paused, finding the right moment to ask the question that was running through his head like a mantra. Tightening his hands into fists, he broadened his shoulders and hoped the coaching Mitch sent him would be enough motivation.

"(Y/N), I wanted to ask y'something before class started actuall—"

"(Y/N)!"

A rowdy call of her name cut Harry off before he could even get the full of his words out. He followed the line of (Y/N)'s sight as she whipped her head toward the main doors she had crossed only a few minutes prior. There, a man stood with bronze hair standing in peeks on the top of his head with an award winning smile on his face. He wasn't anyone that Harry recognized, but (Y/N) was more than familiar with him if the smile on her face was anything to go by.

"Trystan," she called as he drew closer, a togo cup from the coffee shop (Y/N) usually brought with her in his hand, "What are you doing here?"

Harry was sure that if he squinted and read the cardboard sleeve on the cup, it would detail out a chai latte, two pumps of pumpkin flavor with an almond milk substitute.

"Just bringing you the chai I owed you from the other night," he—Trystan—beamed, sliding the cup onto the counter beside (Y/N), "It's still really hot, so be careful, hun."

(Y/N) face lit up at his words, mouth dropping into a grin though her eyes were never taken from his own. "Oh my god! Thank you so much! I wasn't even serious about that, but thank you!"

Trystan shook his head and nudged the cup closer to her, "Don't worry about it—it's the least I could do." Before (Y/N) could even reach for her new latte or take a sip, Trystan stood to the full of his height and opened his arms wide enough to rival his broad smile. "But I'm not leaving without one of these," he sang, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Harry watched on as (Y/N) gave a fluttering laugh and a playful roll of her eyes before standing from her seat. She wrapped her arms around him in the same way Harry had burned into his head. Trystan even dropped his head and whispered something to (Y/N) that caused a laugh to float through the air and travel with enough gusto to bruise Harry's heart. It hurt more than he liked to think about.

"I'll text you later, okay? Let me know how it goes" (Y/N) called as she let go, her friend running off though he tossed bright smiles over his shoulder at her. Harry didn't have it in himself to keep track of Trystan's response, the world around him going out of focus as his heart pumped at a pace that hurt his chest.

What had he been thinking? He really let everyone's encouragement go to his head when he should have listened to his instincts. Of course, she didn't like him, she was just a nice person who liked him as a friend and felt bad about his lack of party experience. She was drunk that night, of course she was going to be affectionate. Maybe he wasn't as smart as he thought he was if something like this had flown right over his head.

As Stanfill puttered about the front of the classroom, readying to begin his lecture, (Y/N) finally turned to face him with a smile he could only describe as smitten and the offending chai latte warming her palm. "Sorry, what were you saying, Harry?

He shook his head, busying himself with reaching for his glasses tucked in his bag. "It was nothing—I already forgot." He forced out a laugh to soften the stiff words.

(Y/N) hadn't a clue in the world as she joined in with a breathy laugh escaping her lips, "Okay, well, let me know if you remember."

"I will."

He wasn't ever going to 'remember'.

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magnetism is the force between two charges that draws them together

sooooooo much happens in this one its one of the longest parts in the whole piece!!!! thank u sososo much for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if you have any questions or ideas/predictions about next week's part send them in !!!!!

LOVE THEM BOTH

uma either sf universe or gangrry but it’s y/n’s bday and harry does smthn special bc todays my bday 😭😭

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why not both? happy birthday honey, love u! 🤍 ps one is longer than the other sorry 😢.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE | GANGRRY UNIVERSE

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SINCE FOREVER:

"You gotta be kidding me."

Harry just laughs, feeling completely thrilled as he watches Y/N quickly open the present. Today is her twenty-fourth birthday, the ninth she's spent with him, and he takes it upon himself to make her happier than ever on her special day.

"No, Harry!" She screams, covering her mouth with one hand as her boyfriend just laughs. "I can't believe you got it, I never got to buy it!"

The Reputation Stadium Tour Vip Box (...) was finally in her hands. He gladly lets himself be hugged and snogged, feeling his heart beating fast for her and only her, and he leaves kisses on her face as well. "It was nothing, really."

It really hadn't been nothing, he'd just had to contact Taylor and ask if she had any leftover boxes and to his luck, she'd managed to get one for one of her biggest fans. Y/N had been trying to get it for a long time as well as tickets, failing at both, and had been very sad.

"Read the letter." He tells her, and she takes the golden letter with golden letters and begins to read silently.

"Hi Y/N! Harry told me it's your birthday today, so happy birthday! thank you for supporting me from the beginning in everything I do and I hope one day I can meet you and thank you in person. Lucky for us, Harry has two tickets for June 22nd in the front row and we get to meet backstage! hope you enjoy the gift, see you soon ♡. TS."

Harry deduced that she had finished reading the letter because she looked up from it and looked at him with tear stained cheeks. "You didn't."

He smiles, showing his bunny teeth. "But I did."

He's again assaulted with kisses, and she kisses him for a long time, leaving him frustrated when she breaks away. "I love you. Fuck, I can't believe I'm gonna meet Taylor Swift!"

She'd only seen her from afar when accompanying the band to awards shows, never being able to get close enough to say hello.

"Get ready m'soul, we're going to the Reputation Stadium Tour on June 22nd."

Yeah, this was definitely the best birthday present ever.

GANG!HARRY:

When Y/N had come downstairs on her birthday, she did not expect to find this.

Harry was in one of her aprons, his hair tied up and completely covered in flour as he took a rather messy cake out of the oven.

"H?"

He turns as if he's been caught, and when he sees her standing there, he closes his eyes and sighs in defeat.

"No, you're supposed to be sleeping!" He sets the cake down on the kitchen island and walks over to her to rest his hands on her arms. "You're supposed to be sleeping, and I'd walk into the room with the cake and wake you up and kiss you and then we'd have birthday sex... fucking shit."

Y/N's quick to wrap her arms around his hips, standing on her tiptoes to leave kisses on his prominent jaw, making him smile soothingly.

"I can go back to bed and pretend I'm asleep."

Harry laughs darkly and shakes his head. "It's done, now let me kiss you good morning, yeah?"

He kisses her, and she smiles mid-kiss, feeling Harry's tongue caress hers and his hands slide down her pajama top to squeeze her bottom. When they pull apart, he grabs her hand and drags her towards the cake.

It's chocolate and the icing is a bit smudged, having uncovered parts that reveal it's a bit burnt, with "21" and a crooked heart written on the top. But Y/N's sure she has never loved a cake so much in her life.

This was their first birthday together, and he had given it his all.

"I tried... I never made a cake so I'm sorry if it tastes like shit." He says, untying his apron and throwing it on the counter in frustration.

She looks at him with her mouth open and her eyes sparkling with surprise. "You... made your first cake for me?"

Her boyfriend nods, and she could swear she sees a heavy blush on his cheeks from embarrassment. "Yes, I asked your aunt which one was your favourite and sent Louis and Liam to buy the ingredients."

Y/N can feel the butterflies in her stomach flutter like crazy and how her whole body responds to hearing the man she loves say those words. He was so sweet, it wasn't even fair that he had all that sweetness hidden away for so long.

"Sweets, this is the best cake I've ever seen in my life, I love it, I love you."

"Yeah?" He asks hopefully, letting her leave a kiss on his cheek and kissing her back.

"Yeah, let me cut a piece so I can taste it."

He hands her a knife and watches her cut the cake perfectly, then bites off a piece. He's nervous, it must taste awful.

"It's good, baby." Y/N smiles at him as she chews the cake, it could be better but it was tasty for his first time.

Harry's surprised, and tastes it a bit to note that, indeed, it wasn't too bad. They have breakfast while they talk about mundane things and he tells her that he left Louis in charge today so he can spend the whole day with her and go visit her aunt in the afternoon.

They both do the dishes and he can't believe he has something so... domestic, he never thought he'd find someone to love and more importantly, someone to love him, especially someone as different but equal to him as Y/N was.

When they finish, he takes her in his arms and lifts her onto the counter so he can kiss her neck, biting down to make her moan. She's so addictive he can't stay away from her.

"You know, this isn't your only gift." He murmurs, as he slips a hand underneath her shirt to peel off her panties.

She unbuttons his white shirt and drops it at his feet. "Oh, yeah? What is it?"

"Another car."

Y/N rolls her eyes and pulls his head from her neck so she can look him in the eyes, he had an obsession with giving her extremely expensive things. "What for, Harry? I already have mine plus another one you gave me!"

He just laughs, kisses her again and then says. "I'll buy you one for every day of the week. Now, let me taste something better than that fucking cake."

She wants to say something else, but the moan that escapes her mouth as Harry licks her from her clit to her hole catches her off guard. Well, they'll have time to discuss the car another time, now it's her birthday and she's going to enjoy having one of the most feared men kneeling in front of her just to make her feel good.

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harry being interview by james cordon or graham norton and him just gushing about his love to the interviewer and the other guests!!😍

I LOVE THIS, i don't like james corden but harry has a lot of friendship with him so i chose him. again, this is long!

HARRY’S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

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"Make some noise for our guests Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Harry Styles!" James says, and the audience shouts and claps excitedly.

Both boys are grateful, and James speaks again. "We already talked a lot about Aaron, so Harry, recently it was the premiere of Dunkirk, which I had the opportunity to see, a very, very good movie."

"Thanks, mate." He answers, smiling.

"And you were accompanied by your mother, right? No Y/N this time?"

Harry laughs along with the audience, and plays with his rings nervously. "Yeah, I think this time I wanted to have my mother by my side cause she never came with me to a red carpet, and what better way than to accompany me to my first movie, right?" He says, and James nods. "But Y/N was waiting for us inside, she didn't want to interrupt our moment."

"A great gesture from her." Aaron says.

"Yeah, she is... a true angel. I think there are pictures of us inside the theater, anyway." He shrugs.

"Here." James points to the screen, where photos of them appear, she was beautiful that night, in a long dark blue dress just like Harry's suit, and he can't help but blush when he sees her. "Why the blush?"

The singer bows his head in shame when he hears the audience laugh. "I don't know, she was very pretty that night, she makes me feel things you know?" He says, laughing.

"Of course we know, that's why we made a compilation of you drooling over her on this show over the years. Enjoy!"

"Nooo!"

MAY, 2015:

"Yes, I think we all suffered when he left, but Y/N also suffered a lot." Louis says, and the other four guys nod.

"Is that true, Harry?" James asks him.

"Yeah, it was very difficult for her but I think they're still in contact. It was very painful, you know? seeing her so sad is something I can't bear." He speaks, with a lump in his throat. "I wanted to make her happy but I couldn't, and now I'm grateful that she's already better."

DECEMBER 2015:

"The hiatus is gonna help us to visit our families more often. I'm actually gonna stay for a while at my parents' house, which is amazing." Liam said from the back seat.

"Y/N and I are going away on vacation." Harry said excitedly, and James looked at him in the rearview mirror, smirking.

"Any engagement plans, Styles?"

He ran a hand through his hair, blushing, and the other four boys began to whistle and scream in derision.

"I ask to be best man!" Louis yelled.

"Stop it!" Harry replied completely embarrassed. "I won't let you know when we get married."

"Oh please, when she says yes, you're going to shout it out and post it everywhere!"

(...)

"I'm not even embarrassed." Harry shrugged. "She has me wrapped around her finger and I love it!"

Everyone laughs, but he just turns his head to look behind the scenes, where she laughs, shaking her head.

She's all that matters.

my baby i love him sm

magnetism

harry never loved halloween night like he did this one. he just wished it could last forever

part one (gravity)

previous part (momentum)

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"Is that making any more sense or do y'want to go over it again?"

(Y/N) was trying her hand at transcribing her notes in Harry's fashion, finally using the plain green notebook she'd been carrying around for the last month. She planned on typing them up on her laptop later still, but Harry had said something about handwritten notes retaining better in the mind since it was connected to a muscle memory, or something like that. She was willing to try anything at this point; another failure wasn't much of an option if she planned on passing this course.

"A little," she drawled, gaze pinned on the list of bullet points lining the margin of her notebook, "But, can you go over that formula again—the cen-centri-pedal—I don't know how to say it, but that formula."

An airy laugh was exhaled through Harry's smiling lips before he nodded his head. He started on his second round of explanation, voice soft in their quiet corner of the library. Her eyes pulled from the page in front of her to watch Harry gesticulating beside her. A pale pink blush coated his cheeks as he caught sight of her attentive gaze, forcing (Y/N) to bite back a smile.

She thought it was sweet that he was still so shy around her despite how often they'd been around each other in the last month. The last time they had met up in the back of the library had broken down a layer of the walls separating them, but he still managed to become bashful under her attention. When she'd accidentally brush the back of his hand with her fingertips or bump her shoulder into his while scooting closer to read over the same textbook, he'd stumble over his words or get a stutter caught on his tongue. But, (Y/N) thought the cutest bit was when, for whatever reason be it correcting her notes or showing her a specific passage in the textbook, he needed to get close to her or touch her, he would ask for permission with unwavering eye contact no matter how pink his cheeks blushed. Even when she granted him that clearance, he was shaky and unsure, waiting for her first sign of rejection or shrugging him off. He was very gentle and kind with her, and obviously smart, but he still managed to be unbelievably shy despite it all.

And, (Y/N) was pretty sure she definitely had a crush on him. Talking to Ny about it all—hearing all of those little things about him she adored and the fact that he had dropped everything to be with her—then seeing him, made it all official.

"Did that clear anything up, (Y/N)?"

The sound of his honeyed voice wrapping around her name pulled her from her thoughts, a tint of guilt following after. She hadn't been listening to a single thing he was saying, too wrapped up in watching him rather than paying his words any attention. Besides, it had been a long session today; they'd met up after their last classes at two and the time was just nearing eight at night. How was she supposed to focus on physics when her brain was fried and there were much more pleasant things to pin her thoughts to?

She figured she had gone quiet for too long when Harry let out a short sigh before rubbing at his eyes from under his glasses.

"Okay," he nodded his head, eyes fixed on the textbook in front of him, "That's okay, we'll figure it out. Was there something in specific that was tripping y'up?" He looked just as stressed as she had been only a few days prior; now she knew why he had wanted to comfort her. If she had looked anything like him, she understood his urge to wrap her up and console her.

"Harry, we can stop for the night, you know," she started, taking on a soothing tone that complimented the warmth of the worn books around them, "We've been doing this for almost six hours, and neither of us have had dinner. I don't think it would be a bad idea if we gave it a rest for now."

He peeked at her over the frame of his glasses and the fan of his lashes, swirls of curls flopping over his forehead. "I jus'..." he sighed before trailing off, reclining back in his seat with his hands falling limp in his lap, "I don't want to let y'down again. We only have a few more weeks until your retake and I want y'to feel as prepared as possible."

(Y/N) felt her eyes round out as she listened to him, tilting her head as she traced over his form. A thick black jumper covered his torso, with tan fitted trousers tailored to his hips. The blue paint on his nails was chipped as he plucked at his sweater, finding a loose thread she didn't think had been there before he started toying with the knit.

"You're not going to let me down again, because you haven't even let me down a first time," she countered, "Don't worry about any of that, okay? I failed that exam because of me, not you. You're working yourself harder than I am, and I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be the other way around." She released a breathy laugh, hoping the light-hearted note she ended on would draw the same from him.

"Yeah..." he sighed, mimicking her with a small laugh of his own though his smile was tight. His eyes were pinned on his plucking fingers, unmoving from their position though she was sure he felt her eyes on him. The toes of his Vans kicked at the floor as a beat passed, Harry was clearly still unsure about quitting while he felt like there was so much work to be done.

"Let's just stop for the night, it's okay," she repeated, "We'll come back to this next time, and it'll probably be easier then anyway. We won't be working on two fried brain cells."

Harry sucked in a deep breath, shoulders broadening and chest puffing before he met her eyes. He nodded his head, "Yeah, okay. But only if you're okay with it; I don't want to abandon you."

"Of course, I'm okay with it. It's my idea," she smiled, already shifting in her seat to start packing up.

Following after her, Harry's stress deflated from his shoulders. (Y/N) had her own things tucked away with her bag slung over her shoulder, waiting on him. She knew when he had all of his notes and utensils neatly packed away, he would continue on his routine of asking if he could walk her to her car where he would wait for her to drive away before he would let himself go home. Tonight, she didn't want to leave alone while he went in the opposite direction.

She didn't want their night to be confined to physics talk like it had been every other time they'd seen each other. She figured since it was dinner time already, she hoped to convince him to come along with her for an extra few hours.

"I'll—uh...I'll walk you to your car, if that's okay," Harry recited as they edged out of the library, taking the now familiar route to the first floor.

Sucking in a deep breath, she hoped she wasn't running too far with Ny's small encouragement. "I was actually thinking about getting something to eat before I went home. Would you want to come with me, maybe?" Trying her best to stay casual, (Y/N) feigned nonchalance; she hoped he would accept on the grounds of the impromptu date she was suggesting, but if he took this as a pair of friends getting food before the night ended, she would be able to play along.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks, (Y/N) mimicking his actions when she noticed his lag. She turned on her heel to where he stood with bright red cheeks and raised brows. "Really?" he breathed, green eyes pinned to her face.

"Yeah," she affirmed, nodding her head though she didn't feel very confident anymore, "I was kind of in the mood for pizza, so I was thinking about going to Wanda's."

"And you want me to go with you?"

(Y/N) tried not to feel hurt at the blunt execution of his line of question. If he didn't want to go with her, all he had to do was say so.

"I mean, yeah," she answered, worrying the strap of her bag in her fist, "But if you don't want to, it's totally okay. I understand if you just want to go home, instead."

He reanimated at the sound of her words, practically jumping as he stuttered closer to her in a half step, "No—I mean, yes! Yes, I do want to go with you, I mean." His flustered acceptance drew a laugh from her though Harry's face only flushed a deeper red. Taking a deep breath, Harry centered himself though he kept his eyes closed to keep his head straight. "If you're still offering, I would love to go with you, (Y/N)."

Yeah. She definitely had a crush on him.

"C'mon then," she beckoned, wrapping her fingers around his wrist. He stiffened under her hold for half a second before he happily followed after her, tripping over himself to keep up.

By the time they made it to her car (she had agreed to drive since it was her idea to go out in the first place), Harry was nothing but full smiles, flushed cheeks, and glittery eyes. Her car felt smaller with the two of them inside. The broad of his shoulders took up the full of the passenger seat, legs spread to accommodate his book bag at his feet. Restless fingers scratched at the denim on his thighs, his pink lips rolled between his teeth.

"I need to text my roommate, but you can connect and play some music if you want," (Y/N) said after tossing her bag in the backseat, reaching for her phone she had dropped in the empty cup holder.

Harry's cheeks flushed a brighter red as he nodded his head, grabbing at his own phone. (Y/N) turned her attention to her own illuminated screen, pulling up Naomi's thread.

i'll be home soon im just now leaving the library but im getting dinner first !

Before (Y/N) could check her other neglected notifications, a round of texts came through from her roommate.

Ny🪴

Wait are you still with Harry ?

Omg are you going with him

Is this a date are you going on a date w him omg ??????

(Y/N) typed back her response, leaving her message vague with a simple Yes, im with harry as his music started filtering through the speakers. The beginning beats of a Mac Miller song played out.

"I love this album! I didn't know you listened to this," she smiled, pressing send on her text before leaving Ny to decipher her own details.

"Yeah," he answered with a toothy grin, "'S one of m'favorites." He seemed to relax into his seat then, fingers still fumbling over invisible threads on his clothes though he never lost his smile.

The drive was short, Harry kept conversation light despite his stuttered words that he spoke through his beaming smile. (Y/N) found it hard to keep her eyes on the road when she wanted to see the dimples dented into his cheeks. She let out a breath as the neon sign hung above the student staffed pizza parlor came into view; now she could put all of her attention on him without the distraction of driving or confusion of physics in the way.

"You've been to Wanda's before, right?" (Y/N) asked as she parked, Harry's attention flicking to her in an instant.

Under the limited light of the neon tubes and the sliver of moonlight above them, Harry was bathed in a pearlescent glow. The rose of his cheeks was highlighted with the help of the pink neon above his head, with the knitted pattern of his jumper becoming prominent with the trick of the light. "Yeah," he nodded his head, waiting for her as she rounded the front of her car to meet him on the sidewalk, "I actually used to work here m'first year."

"Oh!" she gasped, stopping before they reached the graffitied window that marked Wanda's parlor, "We don't have to go then if you don't want to. We can go somewhere else." She knew all too well what it was like to go back to the scene of an old job; at the best of times, the person who'd taken the open position was told about her with all of the good bits and stupid incidents, or she could barely make it to the front doors before turning around and instead placing an online order to avoid any interactions.

"No, 's alright," Harry shrugged her off, the curls of his hair waving with the shake of his head, "I still like it here, jus' didn't really feel like delivering pizzas to frat parties at one a.m. for no tip after a year."

"No way, you were the night delivery guy?" (Y/N) made a face at the new information, already feeling pity over the idea of him being the poor freshman that always drew the short straw and had to deliver to hungry and drunken party goers in a college town. Only for it to be made even worse with the lack of tip.

"Mhm. 'S as awful as it sounds."

An airy laugh breached his lips as Harry reached the door before her, grabbing for the sticker covered handle to let her in first. The familiar sound of Wanda's invited her in. Loud music that probably shouldn't have been playing during business hours filtered through the speakers with the attendants in the open kitchen shouting over the tune. Kids she recognized from some of her classes were seated at tables with worn decals laminated over the top.

"Welcome to Wanda's, how can I help you?" One of the cooks in the kitchen ran out to the front, shouting as he went. His long hair was tied into a bun at the nape of his neck with flour dusting the pieces that acted like fringe around his face.

Harry looked at her with raised brows, a question of if (Y/N) was ready to order. She gave a slight nod, stepping up beside him with a bright smile on her face.

Though this wasn't exactly a proper date, the romanticized idea she'd had when she asked him out with her fleshed itself out. It wasn't what they were doing so much as how (Y/N) wasn't able to shake the jitters bouncing through her veins. She peeked at him from the corner of her eye as he rattled off his practiced order. She had become so used to seeing him in an academic setting, sitting beside her in physics or huddled between bookshelves at the library, to see him in a relaxed environment made it that much easier to confirm her desire to know him. It may not be a first date, but (Y/N) would remember it like it was.

After she recited off her own order, (Y/N) stepped forward as she plucked out her card. Harry gently grabbed for her wrist, a quiet protest ready to fall from his lips.

"(Y/N), let m—"

"I invited you out, let me get this one," she cut him off, thankful for the lagging computer system behind the counter, "And I want to say thank you for helping me again."

The lilypad of his iris wandered over her face, rolling his lips between his teeth as he finally met her eyes. His grasp on her arm loosened until it dropped with a lingering brush of his fingers over the back of her hand. "Thank you," he whispered, the gratitude quiet just for her to hear, "'M going to save us a table then."

After (Y/N) nodded, Harry walked off with a small smile hooking his lips with his signature blushing cheeks. The ding of the computer system finally catching up stole her attention, drawing her eye away from Harry. After running her card and grabbing their collapsing paper plates with the signature massive Wanda's slices, she followed after Harry to the quiet table in the back he had chosen, farthest from the blaring speakers.

When he saw her approaching with her hands full, Harry stumbled over himself to pull her chair out and take the overflowing plates out of her hands. She let out an airy laugh as he settled shakily in his seat, their respective meals placed on the decal covered table.

"Y'really didn't have to do this, (Y/N), but thank you."

"Harry," she started, playful rolling her eyes as she picked up her slice, "You've been helping me a lot with all this physics stuff—for the second time now, and all for free. This is the least I can do, especially since you bought coffee the other day, too. So, thank you."

Truthfully, she didn't want Harry to think she expected any of his help. She had gathered that he was rather sensitive and from the way he'd thank her for agreeing to her own plans, she knew that if she allowed him, he'd take it upon himself to do anything that he thought would make her happy.

Now with food in front of them, (Y/N) realized just how hungry she was. A lull fell between them as they finally ate for the first time in almost eight hours. It wasn't until she had made it halfway through her slice when she figured she should actually take this opportunity to get to know Harry like she had wanted instead of stuffing her face like she could do with Ny for free at home.

"So," she started after swallowing a bite of cheese and pepperoni, "What do you want to do after school? Something with physics or...?"

Harry wiped at his mouth with the paper napkin printed with the parlor's logo, shrugging a shoulder before he managed to swallow. "Probably. I jus' don't know where to go with it sometimes; the field is so tight and competitive. If I want something really worth it, 's going to take some time to get there from where 'm starting. It can be a little overwhelming to think about."

"That makes sense," (Y/N) nodded, sipping from the water she'd grabbed up front, "You're doing social media stuff right now, though, right? That could count for something; if you phrase it right on a resumé, you basically filled a position with computer science skills and required programming qualifications."

A cinch appeared in his brow from across the table, his eyes searching as if he didn't know what she was talking about. After a split second, he straightened up, seemingly remembering his own occupation. "Right, yeah," he nodded with a tight smile, eyes averting to the plain cheese slice in front of him, "But, what about you? I know y'said your roommate kind of dragged you into taking that class, so I doubt 's anything like what 'm looking at."

"Oh, definitely not," she laughed around a bite of pizza, the crust becoming the majority of what she had left, "I honestly want to travel after this, I think. I know it's not the best option to be putting off a job when swimming in student loans, but I think I jumped into school because I thought I had done everything I wanted, but I want more now. I want to see everything we're taught about."

Harry's smile bloomed over his features as he listened to her, the crust of his pizza reduced to a toy being prattled between his fingers. "I know what y'mean. I've been saving up as much money as I can to do the same," he rested his elbow on the table with his chin resting in his palm, "I would love to go to Japan someday. A couple of m'friends have gone, and they've said its the most fast-paced but peaceful place they've ever been. I want to see how that works."

(Y/N) couldn't help the curl that spread over her own lips. In the time that she'd gotten a chance to really talk to Harry, he'd never revealed anything this personal. He was kept tightly under wraps, his shy defenses made it easy for him to keep those secrets and traits all to himself. A bubbling warmth formed in her chest as she finally got a look at what was going on in his head; he wasn't just made up of formulas and quantum theories. Since he seemed much more interested in learning about her than sharing about himself, she was going to hang onto this moment (and probably tell Ny how much it had made her tummy simmer with butterflies when she got home).

Despite the fact both of their dinners were inching towards bare bones with half finished waters, (Y/N) was determined to learn as much as she could about him. She liked him beyond the color-coded notes and the stacks of physics textbooks he could recite from memory, now all she wanted to know was where the rest of him started.

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Ny🪴

do you want to go shopping for halloween costumes when you get home???

(Y/N) perked up as she read the text, messaging back a quick yes with excessive exclamation marks. She hadn't given much thought to her costume for the year though the annual Sigma Pi sorority Halloween party was a little less than two weeks away. She hadn't thought of the party itself much either, too preoccupied with the guy she could see from the corner of her eye beside her.

While she was tapping at her phone, Harry was busy fussing with his usual setup. His previous notebook was now full of annotations and outlines, prompting him to start a new one just a few months into the course. As she glanced at him, (Y/N) wasn't able to shake the butterflies that fluttered through her tummy, the same kaleidoscope that had been cocooned in her abdomen since the night at Wanda's. That night, she had planned on getting home by nine-thirty at the latest, but she ended up staying past ten p.m. talking to Harry over dented bottles of water and pizza crust that was picked apart by nervous fingers. While she had the privilege of learning bits and pieces of the man that made up her physics hero, he still managed to worm around her questions and turn them on her. But, the vision of him happily listening to each of her mundane stories and simple anecdotes like they were fairy tales that made up the facets of her, made it all worth it.

She felt supremely more comfortable with him, but (Y/N) still wanted more. She wanted to see more of him, learn more, and figure out if she could even be more to him. All she needed was more time with him first. Sure, they were still set with study sessions, but she wanted more of the man that sat across from her at Wanda's.

Now with the thought of the Halloween party floating around, (Y/N) figured she might have the right venue to see him. Though she'd never seen him at any parties on Greek Row (it was really only a couple of back-to-back blocks made up of all the sororities and fraternities, but it was just easier to call it one row), she urged to see how he would behave in that kind of environment. She could invite him, and if he said no, at least she tried (she really hoped he wouldn't, though. She wanted to know what he would dress up as). Even if the butterflies in her tummy made her fingers jittery and perked up the nerves in her body at thought of posing the question.

Normally, she would be dying during the sluggish pace that Stanfill taught the class. But, today, the slow ticks of the clock gave her time to work up the courage to ask Harry to the party. More often than not, she felt her gaze instinctually travel to glance at him from the corner of her eye. Like always, she found him scratching out his notes with diligence, the most important bits of information closely followed by a highlighter. She swore (or more likely, hoped) that Harry returned her gaze when she wasn't looking, peeking at her from under the fan of his lashes with a soft smile following on the curve of his lips.

By the time Professor Stanfill officially dismissed class, (Y/N) found herself taking her time to pack up her materials. She remembered the days when she would bolt out of the room with her laptop packed away a full five minutes before the end time just so she could avoid spending a minute passed her required time in the lecture hall. Now, she lingered at the end of the row with her bag hung over her shoulder and her eyes on Harry as she waited. She looked forward to the routine they now had; it almost made coming to this class worth it.

Once they started on the trek to her car, (Y/N) falling into step beside Harry as best she could though his strides were much larger than her own, she sucked in a deep breath and worried the knit of her cardigan between her nails.

"That Halloween party at Sigma Pi is in a couple of weeks, are you and your friends planning on going?" she posed, hiding the cringe of her nerves with a shaky smile. She hoped she didn't sound weird, asking her study buddy about his Halloween plans so stiffly.

"Probably not," he shrugged, directing his gaze towards his feet with rose dusted cheeks, "I don't think 'm really invited, anyway."

"It's a party, everyone's invited! My roommate and I are going," she bubbled, her goal being to wipe the dejected look off his face.

Harry looked up from the path of his feet with his lips rolled between his teeth. "Are you... You're going to dress up?"

"Mhm, Naomi and I are going costume shopping as soon as I get home," she explained, glancing at him over the line of her shoulder to find Harry looking straight ahead with his hand wrapped tightly around the strap of his bag, "But, I'm not sure what I'm going to be yet."

A beat of silence passed as the parking lot drew closer. Harry's gaze was stuck straight ahead while (Y/N) awaited some kind of response. Now that there was a plausible chance he might decline her invitation, she realized just how badly she wanted him to go.

Plucking up her courage, fingers wrapped tightly in the fabric of her cardigan, (Y/N) tried again. "I would really like it if you came, Harry. You don't have to dress up if you don't want to, but I was really hoping we could hang out a little more."

Though the hesitancy wasn't cleared from his tone, Harry finally answered her. "I—uh—I might have to work that weekend, but I'll think about it."

A short smile spread over (Y/N)'s features. At least it wasn't a complete no.

"Of course," she nodded, "And if you can't make it, or don't feel up to it, it's more than okay. I know parties aren't for everyone, I just wanted you to know you're welcome to come—to any of these parties, actually. I want you to be there, at least."

A toothy grin made its way over Harry's features, his face flaming an abundant shade of red. With the dimples denting his cheeks, he chanced a look in her direction with his eyes flitting over her features, "Thank you, (Y/N). That really does mean a lot."

She was starting to curse herself for her impeccable parking jobs, her close spots making their journeys a little too short to her liking (she was still crooked and riding the white lines, so her proximity to the main building was the only impeccable part).

A bright smile covered her features as she turned on her heel to face him. "Well, I'll see you later, right? Wednesday for more tutoring?"

"Yeah," he smiled, voice soft as his gaze matched her's, "I'll see you. Goodnight, (Y/N)."

"Goodnight, Harry."

(Y/N) edged towards her car, chancing a glance at him over her shoulder. Looking at him now, she really hoped he would be able to make it.

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Looking in the mirror, Harry found Mitch eyeing him with a raised brow and an incredulous look. He tried his best to school his features into neutrality, but he knew the nerves singing in his veins were clear on his face. Fussing with his last minute Halloween costume, he debated if it really was a good idea for him to go out on Halloween night.

Truth be told, he was planning on staying in tonight and putting on a festive theme for the cam-site in honor of the holiday. But, since (Y/N) had invited him to this party over a week ago, he hadn't been able to shake her words from his head. She wanted to spend time with him, she said; she wanted him there. How was he supposed to pass that up in favor of making a few hundred dollars from strangers?

"H, c'mon, your hair looks fine, stop messing with it. You're just stalling so you don't have to leave yet," Mitch griped from where he was stood lent up against the doorframe of Harry's bedroom. Harry's eyes stayed stuck on his reflection in the floor length mirror pinned on his wall (would he look stupid going to this party dressed up? He really hoped (Y/N) would stick to her promise of coming in costume). Mitch sighed, bringing his attention back to the reflection behind him, "You know, if you want to pregame a little to get rid of some nerves, I can just drive you over and pick you up later."

"No, no, it's okay," Harry declined as used his shaky hands to adjust the bowtie around his neck, "I jus'... You know I've never done this before. I'm-I'm nervous."

Crossing his arms, Mitch raised his brows again, "But your girl will be there, right? So, at least you'll have one person to talk to. Besides, if things aren't going well, you can always just leave."

The blush that rose to Harry's cheeks was involuntary and unstoppable at the sound of Mitch calling (Y/N) his girl. "She's not my girl," he mumbled through a smile, "But, yeah, I guess so."

"It's going to be fine, Harry. You're going to have fun, you're just scaring yourself at this point."

Harry wanted to believe Mitch's words—logically, he knew they were true. He was definitely the type to get into his head and let his uncertainty squander his fun before he'd even had any. But, letting that go was something that was much easier said than done.

Turning away from the mirror with his mock lab coat brushing his shins, Harry faced Mitch with a heavy hand running through his hair, "Do y'think I look alright?"

Mitch rolled his eyes, stepping away from the doorframe to wander back to the main living area. "You know," he called, Harry's jittery form following after him, "If you ask me that one more time, I'm going to tell Pauli that you're doubting their choices and it's going to hurt his feelings."

"'M not, 'm not," Harry countered though his argument barely had legs, "'M jus' nervous, that's all."

Falling into the worn recliner tucked away in the corner of Harry's living room, Mitch heaved a heavy sigh. A look of sympathy shot through his gaze, letting Harry know he understood where he was coming from but was still bent on his tough love approach of making him go. "Have you talked to her at all today?"

Shaking his head, the tea shades perched on the top of his head jostling in his hair, Harry spoke, "No. She doesn't even know 'm coming tonight. She texted me the address this morning and that she hoped to see me there, but I didn't say anything back because I wasn't sure."

A dumbfounded look twisted Mitch's features, the shock of Harry's words pulling him to sit straight in the sagging cushions, "Text her back, then! Tell her you're coming and that you can't wait to see her! What are you thinking?!"

Harry resisted the urge to pick at his freshly painted nails, knowing that if any chips appeared it would only make him spiral further. "I don't know. 'M not sure if she's only doing this to be nice to me because I told her I'd never been invited to any of these things."

The coach facade Mitch had taken on for the night fell at the sight of his friend practically deflating at the thought. "She said she wanted to spend time with you, Harry—you, specifically. If she was only trying to be nice, she wouldn't have said that," Mitch encouraged, sitting with his elbows perched on his knees as he pinned his gaze to Harry across the room, "You've told me you feel like she's a really honest person, so believe her. I think you're going to have a lot of fun tonight, you just have to let yourself."

Harry sucked in a deep breath, his eyes falling to the black loafers he had on his feet. He nodded his head slowly as if the motion was done only to convince himself of the affirmations. "Okay," he breathed, peeking at his friend through the gaps in his lashes, "What time is it?"

Glancing at his phone, Mitch then jerked his chin in the direction of the front door, "Time for you to go if you want to be fashionably late, but not too late to miss anything."

He reached for the plush cat he had resting on the table by his keys, the key accessory to the costume. Harry chanced a glance back at his best friend, "Are y'sure you can't come with me tonight?"

"Nope," he answered simply, a shake of his head rustling the long tendrils of his hair, "Already committed to Sarah's plans of staying in and watching scary movies tonight. Text me if you need a ride home, though."

With the grey kitten tucked under his arm and his friend ushering him out of his own apartment, Harry did anything he could to work up a last minute sprinkling of blind confidence. He hoped he could somehow channel the adrenaline rush a good scary movie gave him, the feeling enough to help him carry through on his plan for the night.

"Thank you for hanging out with me tonight, and helping me get ready, Mitch," Harry smiled, though the curl was shaky. Mitch abandoned his post in the recliner, moving to step beside Harry to follow him out. "Will you tell Sarah I said hi?"

Mitch let out an aerated laugh, "I will."

Once outside his apartment, Mitch eyeing the shaky hands that Harry used to lock the door behind him, he figured more encouragement wouldn't hurt. "I'm happy you're going, H. You'll have to tell me all about it when you get home."

"Me too," Harry swallowed, nodding his head though the motion was slightly disjointed, "I jus' need to get there, and then I'll feel better. This is the hard part."

"Well, then go and I'll talk to you later, okay?" Mitch ushered him as they approached the flight of open stairs leading out of the apartment complex.

Harry took one last glance at his glossy nails and hugged the stuffed kitten to his side in a motion he hadn't meant to make but comforted him nonetheless. He nodded his head to Mitch's words before waving him off to his own car. In the solitude of his slowly heating vehicle, Harry took a deep breath.

He could do this, he knew that. He was going to do this because of (Y/N). And, he was going to have fun with her. He would make sure of it.

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Harry couldn't say he'd ever been to this neighborhood without his pizza delivery uniform on.

The Greek lettering that named each of the houses was illuminated at the peak of the architecture. He had driven past the Sigma Pi house a handful of times while searching for a parking spot that wasn't blocking a driveway or would land him with any kind of complaint. That left him to park almost a full block away, just on the edge of the fraternity side of the Row. Now, he had to take a long walk up the only vaguely familiar neighborhood.

Practically every house Harry walked by had flashing lights and the echo of pounding music flooding from inside. The Halloween themed decorations plastered along the outer facade of the party houses were jostled with each whiff of the experience going on inside that was granted every time the door was opened. He, luckily, didn't feel too out of place considering he wasn't the only one dressed up, but he definitely felt a few questioning glances from the handful of sober people that passed him by. He had been prepared with the fact that most of the party-goers weren't going to immediately recognize his costume (Erwin Schrödinger wasn't exactly a trending icon this season), but he liked it and he knew there had to be at least a few people who would get it. He hoped (Y/N) would at least.

Nonetheless, Harry held the stuffed cat to his side as he approached the Sigma Pi sorority house. This party in particular was teeming with activity, even with a short line having developed at the front door. He knew some of the Greek party traditions, having been drunkenly quizzed every time he had to deliver a stack of pizzas from Wanda's years ago. Since he was a guy (it was an either an attempt to keep weirdos out or to keep the female to male ratio teetering in the direction of the former), he was going to have to know someone who lived at the house, be someone's plus one, or be recognized enough to be allowed in without question. He knew two of those options weren't going to fit him, leaving the hope that knowing (Y/N) would be enough to get through the door.

The short line that had formed dispersed quickly as it was made up of majority girls who were let in without a hitch. Harry met the wannabe bouncer on the rickety white porch that wrapped around the front of the sorority, with the group of his friends standing off to the side waiting for him to be free.

The guard, dressed as a version of Scooby-Doo with high-tops on his feet, squinted at Harry with puzzlement twitching in his features. Without an introduction, his eyes scanned over Harry's form, "What are you supposed to be? A pussy doctor?"

Harry couldn't stop the huffed laugh that bubbled through at Scooby's guess. He figured he could look like he was trying to make a joking costume of a gynecologist with his lab coat and plush cat. He shook his head though the edges of his lips fought off a smile, "No, 'm Erwin Schrödinger."

A blank look was all he received in response.

Shuffling his feet, Harry tried again. "Like, Schrödinger's Cat?"—he shook the kitten in his hand as if that would jog his memory—"The thought experiment that questions quantum superposition?"

Scooby's brown spotted eyes showed a lack of recognition though he still nodded as if he got what Harry was explaining. "Oh, cool, cool. I see it now, man. So, you know anyone here? I don't think I've seen you around before."

Shaking hands fiddled with the faux glasses tucked into his breast pocket, "Um, yeah. I know (Y/N)—she invited me."

"Oh!" he sounded, eyes brightening at the sound of the familiar name, "(Y/N), yeah, she said she had a friend coming later. You can go on in, man."

"Thank you," Harry smiled through his mumbled words, stepping carefully over the worn boards under his feet.

"Wait, what's your name?"

Harry halted at the sudden question, looking to the side where the now friendly bouncer had stopped him. "I'm Harry."

"Nice to meet you, Harry." Scooby extended his hand out for one of those casual handshakes all frat brothers are expected to know, except for the fact Harry only knew it from the repeated appearance of it on campus. "See you in there. Tell (Y/N) I said hi."

Nodding with a slight smile on his face, Harry escaped the sudden friendship he didn't realize he was forging. He didn't know Scooby's real name, so he wasn't quite sure how he was going to tell (Y/N) about his greetings. But, Harry decided he'd worry about that when he actually found her.

Slipping through the slightly cracked door, he was greeted to the sight of a packed party house. The living room was fit on a lowered platform, leaving a clear border for the makeshift dance floor to be made. Still the flood of people created small dance circles and corners where guests were shuffling to the beat of the song with the limited space they had. The dimmed lights were occasionally swapped out for purple and magenta colored bulbs, glinting over the black and orange metallic garland strung throughout the room and hanging from the banisters. Though it made no logical sense, the music was almost so loud, Harry felt like he couldn't see very well through the throngs of people.

Until he saw (Y/N) bounding down the stairs, of course.

He had been starting to get worried that he should have told her he was coming just in the off chance they could have made a designated meeting spot so he wasn't left standing around like a potted plant. But, it was like she had heard his calls to her he was making in his head and started a stumbling descent down the packed staircase behind a couple other girls he recognized from campus. The hand not holding a red plastic cup was clutched in the grip of the girl in front of her; a platinum blonde with a shag haircut dressed as something of a space cowgirl with neon and LEDs littering her fringed, denim jumpsuit. That had to be Ny, Harry figured, the bubbly blonde (Y/N) lived with and thought so highly of.

The second (Y/N)'s eyes caught sight of Harry standing like a dope in the middle of a bustling party, they widened to match the splitting grin stretching her lips.

"Harry!" She shooed her friends off with a promise to catch up with them later as she stumbled over to him, the only obstacle in her way being her lack of balance and the white go-go boots on her feet. "I didn't know you were coming tonight, hi!"

"Hi," he breathed. A dreamy smile covered his features now that he was in her presence, feeling a weight drift from his shoulders. "Kind of a last minute decision, didn't have time to tell you."

With her free hand, (Y/N) reached out and laid her hand on the bulk of Harry's bicep, her hold gentle as she curled her fingers around. Harry practically froze at the touch, the only thing still reacting in his body being his rapidly beating heart and the rise of blood to color his cheeks. He was going to have to thank Mitch for convincing him to go out tonight; he was suddenly very into the Halloween spirit.

"I'm so happy you made it! You look so good, I love your costume!"—a pause settled as she ran her gaze over his form—"...What is it?"

An airy laugh left his lips, "'M Erwin Schrödinger—you know, Schrödinger's cat?" He offered her the stuffed kitten, hoping for (Y/N) to make the connection to one of the previous week's physics lessons.

Doubtful recognition built in her eyes. "Stanfill talked about him in class the other day, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's him. Quantum superposition, remember?"

"Yeah, that!" (Y/N) bubbled, though Harry was almost completely sure she didn't know what he was talking about outside of the cat reference. At least, she was trying and expressing some interest given the fact he was sure physics was the last thing on her mind on a Saturday night. "I really like it, Harry! You look so cool, and your kitten is cute."

His signature blushed cheeks made their second, full-force appearance in the last few minutes. "Thank you," he smiled, tucking his plushie into one of the deep pockets of his lab coat, "You look really nice, too. Are you from the sixties?" Harry cringed at the stiff compliment; she looked much better than nice but he couldn't get anything else past his lips.

Her small top was colored with psychedelic daisies and swirls in bold yellow, pink and cream tones, the fabric cut short to reveal her midriff and a generous view of her décolletage and cleavage with the way it came to a tie between her breasts. The sleeves were long and trumpeted out to bell shapes around her wrists with a small trim of daisy fringe around the hem. A matching skirt was stretched high over her waist and came to a short stop at the mid of her thighs, the fabric tightly conformed to the silhouette of her hips. Though not much leg was on display with the help of the over-the-knee white boots clinging to the shape of her. Her makeup was simple with glossy lips and bunched lashes to recreate the look of the models of the time-period, leaving the white daisies drawn on the high points of her cheeks to take his attention. She tied the look all together with the daisy studded headband preceding the beehive styled bump of her hair.

She looked gorgeous, really. If Harry worked carefully, he could use his tea shades to his advantage and switch his outfit around to resemble a Beatles member. Then, he would look like he belonged with her.

"Mhm," she eagerly nodded, "I'm a go-go dancer, like at those clubs! You like it?"

It was an innocent question, said through a beaming smile and bright eyes, but Harry couldn't stop the burn in his stomach at the sound of her seeking his approval. She was too cute for her own good—and for his too, if he wanted to return home in one piece.

"I do, yeah," he choked out, swallowing around the words that were able to squeak passed.

"Thank you," she smiled, glancing over her shoulder in the direction she had been headed before she got distracted with him. Her hand on his arm tightened, the weight being something Harry was hyper aware of through the whole interaction. "Do you want to get a drink with me? I was about to go get another when I saw you."

Harry bit back his flustered smile, nodding his head with a nervous jerk. "Yeah, sure. 'M not drinking tonight since I drove, but I'll come with you."

"Okay!" she chirped, drawing her hand down his arm to finish with her fingers wrapped around his wrist.

Following along behind her, Harry felt his blush rise to the apples of his cheeks. He was very aware of the fact that everyone stopping her to say hi and compliment her costume on the way to the makeshift bar set up in the kitchen saw her hand holding onto him. Even one of the guys that had screened him at the door had patted Harry on his back in congratulation as he passed before shooting his eyes to (Y/N) a step ahead with a raised brow. After that, Harry kept his eyes in front of him with his cheeks flushed, his instinctive shyness kicking in knowing that eyes were on him. (The girl in front of him was a welcome distraction, though, especially the shape of her hips and the curve of her ass in the tight cover of her skirt).

The crowd of partygoers thinned once they broke into the kitchen. A few straggling groups were plotted around the island, clearly drunk with matching outfits, but it was much easier to breathe and think in the tiled space. (Y/N) beelined it to the row of drinks and mix-ins settled on the counter, placing her plastic cup on the sticky surface.

Her idle hands fluttered about the many half full liquor bottles and jugs of room-temperature juice, a bright smile on her lips. More than once as she picked out the mix for her drink she looked to her left to find Harry still hovering where she left him. "I still can't believe you made it, Harry; I'm so happy! I was just telling the girls upstairs that I invited you, but I wasn't sure if you were coming since you hadn't texted me this morning. I just figured you got busy or couldn't get out of work tonight, but I'm so excited you're here!"

She looked to him with a large smile on her face, the daisies painted on her cheeks dancing at the movement. He could tell just how genuinely happy she was that he had taken her up on her invitation, the way she couldn't seem to settle now that she was in his presence telling him enough to make his heart burst. Now that he was with her, Harry couldn't believe he was so scared to go and was this close to backing out of attending.

"'M happy 'm here, too, (Y/N)," he sighed blissfully, unable to get much more out around the bloating of his heart.

With her poorly mixed, lukewarm drink sitting finished, (Y/N) directed the full of her attention to him at the sound of her name. She gazed up at him with a dreamy smile on her lips, his vision of her shrouded in feathery clouds and a rose-tinted vignette. If he hadn't been so preoccupied with his own bliss-induced outlook, Harry would have noticed the heart shaped lenses she was looking at him through.

"So," she started, breaking the marathon of eye contact Harry was reluctant to pull away from, "How did you get out of work tonight?" She edged towards the kitchen island that was littered with half drank cups of cocktails, hopping up to sit on a cleared section of counter. Swinging her legs, she sipped on her pink lemonade and vodka concoction with the wide of her eyes pinned on Harry.

He swallowed at the sight of her sat in the perfect position for him to spread her legs open and slip between her thighs. That was something he couldn't deny he had dreamed about when setting up for a stream, something to get him hard and in the moment. Most of his pre-show fantasies were built around her, ever since he started that physics class with her almost two months ago. But, Harry refrained from making those short steps to stand between the plush of her thighs, keeping himself stationed at the counter opposite her.

Her question was processed slowly before Harry recalled the lie he had made up when he hadn't been so sure about showing up to the party; a lie he worked on top of the other lie he made about his job. "I—uh—I jus' told m'boss I had food poisoning and I couldn't come in," he laughed, though his smile was a bit stiff.

The truth was, he had planned on doing a special stream tonight on the cam-site, but instead he made a quick post on his page about extra premium content going up over the weekend and got ready to go out instead.

(Y/N) let out an unexpectedly loud laugh at his low-level joke, almost doubling over from where she sat. That's how he knew she was on the edge of tipsy, moving into drunken territory. Nonetheless, it only made Harry think she was even cuter.

"Well, I'm happy you're not really sick," she smiled when she calmed down, looking him over. When she met his own gaze, the edges around her amused eyes softened. "Come here. You're so far away."

Her eyes sparkled in the dim lights that filled the sorority house, drawing Harry even deeper in the dream that made her up. Her lips curled into a smile that matched the soft of her skin as she reached her free hand out towards him to beckon him to the cage of her spread legs. She was asking him to come closer, and Harry was just lucky that his heart hadn't completely beat out of his chest yet.

With his palms clamming up, Harry took careful steps in her direction, unable to deny her of any request. At the sight of him moving closer, (Y/N) dropped her hand and spread her legs wide enough to fit him between despite the short skirt that wrapped around the full of her thighs.

"Do you... Is it okay if I...?" he asked, flicking his eyes to the space she made for him. He eased an extra step towards her, carefully awaiting her permission.

"Yes! Come here, already," she giggled, hooking her gogo-booted ankle around the back of his knee. She tugged him close enough to grab at the fabric of his lab coat, though she kept her ankle hiked around his leg even when he was right where she wanted him.

A bright red blush colored his cheeks as he felt the full of her thighs around his hips. He made a point to keep his hands to himself, his fingers tangling together in an effort to keep from spanning across the smooth skin revealed by the short of her skirt.

(Y/N) gazed up at him perfectly content now that he wasn't a world away like she had felt. The alcohol on her breath was masked by the sweetness of artificially flavored pink lemonade, though it was her smile that drew Harry in and the way she couldn't seem to look at any of his features long enough before she was searching through the planes of his face again.

"What's your favorite color?"

Harry reared back some at the sudden question though his lips still twitched at the edges. He trailed his gaze to the yellow daisies printed on her cheeks before matching her eyes. "Um, yellow. Why?"

Her grin brightened at his answer, twisting dreamily in her spot as she shrugged. "I don't know. I don't feel like I know a lot about you, but I want to."

Practically melting in his spot, Harry felt like his heart couldn't beat any harder. God, she was so cute. She wouldn't make this easy on him, keeping his hands to himself.

"Your favorite color is pink, right?" Harry prompted, biting back his smile to keep it from growing and scrunching his eyes too much to be able to see her.

Bouncing in her spot and tightening her ankle around the back of his knee, (Y/N) perked up at Harry's correct answer. "Yes! How did you know?!"

A breathy laugh preluded his words, "Jus' a good guess. Your laptop case, your bag, and almost everything you wear is pink. Thought it would be a safe assumption."

"You are so good at remembering things, Harry! That's probably why you're so smart." Her words were edging on slurred but he knew they were completely genuine. It still made his chest puff with pride that she thought so highly of him; that she appreciated his brain and intelligence that he worked so hard to cultivate. "You know," (Y/N) continued, "I was telling my roommate how smart you are, and how you want to go into something with physics or engineering when we graduate, but I feel like I couldn't even explain it right. You're just so smart, and I don't know what half of that even means." She finished with an exorbitant laugh, the sound a little too loud to be considered sober.

Harry found his thoughts stuck on the fact that she had spoken about him to her roommate, the notion rounding out his eyes and shrouding his vision of her in a glittering veil of affection. He rolled his lips between his teeth, aware of her eyes glazing over his form. "You're plenty smart, (Y/N), really. Y'don't give yourself enough credit. Jus' because physics is harder for you, doesn't mean you're not smart in so many other ways that I lack."

"See!" (Y/N) bubbled, reaching for the lapel of his lab coat and hiking her leg around his own, "That's why I like you, Harry! You're so smart, but you're not mean about it. You're so kind all the time—like, all of the time!"

She liked him?

Maybe Harry was reading too far into it, but, nonetheless, the childish sentiment that she liked him made his heart race and his blush rise to the tops of his cheekbones. Even though he wasn't the one that had been sipping on the liquid courage, he was going to take advantage of the sweetened mood (Y/N) was in and let some of his own affections slip.

"I like you, too, (Y/N)," he mumbled, just quiet enough for the two of them, "Thank you for always being nice to me, even though I know 'm not the most outgoing person."

(Y/N) settled her plastic cup on the counter beside her (Harry made a note to keep an eye on her drink for her) to free her hands. She reached for the tangle of Harry's own that knotted together in the time he stood between her legs, and laced her fingers between his. Her eyes dropped to their entwined hands as she laid them on the full of her thighs, laying Harry's palm flat over her skin. She slipped her fingers out from between his and moved to wrap them around his wrists before she looked up at him with a smile brighter than any he'd seen cross her features.

She took in a breath like she was going to speak before (Y/N) was abruptly cut off and distracted by the flock of party goers parading through the kitchen. They stumbled towards the glass door that led to the backyard, some stragglers occasionally grabbing for bottles of liquor all the while slurring through conversations. Celebratory hollers were heard throughout the small space, just enough of a commotion to steal (Y/N)'s hazy attention.

The long procession filtered through, some vaguely familiar faces from around campus patted Harry on the back and cheered him on upon seeing the somewhat intimate position he was tangled in. He dropped his gaze to where his hands were splayed over (Y/N)'s thighs with his cheeks flaming to a warm red. It wasn't like that, he knew, but this was now the second time of the night that he had been praised for supposedly winning (Y/N) for the night.

"(Y/N)!" a somewhat familiar voice shouted over the sound of the flock, the chittering of heeled boots on the tiled floor following after.

"Ny!" (Y/N) called back, jumping under Harry's hold with her hands on his wrists disappearing as she reached for the girl behind him. He looked over his shoulder to find (Y/N)'s roommate who he had only seen in flashes of blonde hair and bright colors, though he had heard enough stories to give the illusion she was also his roommate.

"I lost you for a while, where did you go?" Ny slurred, abandoning the group she had been filtering in with to approach the bundle that was made up of Harry and (Y/N).

"I found Harry—see!" She gestured to him in the way of settling her hand on the strong of his bicep, squeezing as if to ensure that this was the one she was talking about, "Ny, this is Harry. Harry, this is my roommate, Naomi!"

Harry intended to reach his hand out to shake hers, a proper introduction to ensure a good first impression, but Ny—Naomi as he was told—only looked at him with a pair of wide blue eyes. She looked to (Y/N) who still held him securely between her thighs with an ankle around his leg, before returning her gaze to his form, "You're Harry?!"

"Yeah, that's me," Harry smiled, a shy pair of dimples denting into his flushed cheeks.

"Nice to finally meet you, Harry," she smiled, flicking her gaze to (Y/N) almost imperceptibly before sliding smoothly back to Harry like nothing happened.

"Nice to meet you, too," he mumbled, itching to turn his gaze to (Y/N) to see if she had any expression on her face he was missing.

"Well, I'll be outside with everyone," Ny smiled, shooting another look towards (Y/N) as she edged out of the kitchen, "Come get me if you need anything."

"Okay! Bye, Ny!" (Y/N) shouted, a little too loud with the words dipped in pink lemonade and vodka.

From outside, the beginnings of a fire smoking from the main pit caught the edge of Harry's attention. He didn't have a good feeling about what was happening out there, but he would keep his eye on it all just in case.

"Harry?"

"Hm?" he hummed, whipping his attention to be placed back on her.

(Y/N)'s wandering hands settled on his shoulders, her glossy eyes trailing over the planes of his face. "Do you want to dance with me?"

Harry stilled in his spot at her question. He wasn't much of a dancer, if he was being honest—not without a planned routine and some help and time to learn it, anyway. Tuning into the music that was playing from beyond the cover of the kitchen he found heavy bass notes and the sound of spitfire lyrics filtering through. When his attention zeroed back in on the girl in front of him, and despite the fact he was almost sure he was going to embarrass himself with whatever moves he pulled out, he knew he couldn't say no to her.

Swallowing hard, he gave a short nod of his head, "Um, sure."

Luckily, (Y/N) didn't catch onto the hesitation he showed with the help of the plastic cup she was now abandoning as she jumped from the counter. She chattered off something about following her as Harry stepped back to give her room. He didn't get very far before his hand was caught in the soft of her hold as she dragged him out to the living area fashioned as the dance floor.

The wood laminate floor was sticky under Harry's feet as he followed her, his reciprocating grip on her hand tightening as she led them through the crowd. The floor practically vibrated under his feet, the impact of the bass rattling the floorboards as they went. (Y/N) stopped him in the heart of the room, the music too loud to hear anything but. The others around them tailored their movements to the beat of the song, either drunk or confident enough to not worry about anyone else around them. Looking at them all, Harry realized he really had no idea how to dance to this.

Before he had longer than a second to worry, (Y/N) reached up and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. She tugged him to her level as she rose to the tips of her toes, angling her head to speak into his ear.

"I love this song!" she shouted over the music, the full of her lips brushing the skin before his ear.

She had already dropped to her normal height (normal with the heels of her boots, anyway) by the time he intended to respond. Slipping her hands from the curve of his neck, she settled them on the broad of his shoulders. Her hips moved instinctively to the sound of the music, easing her closer to Harry. She fell in line with the beat, contentedly lending herself to the sway of the bass.

Hesitantly, Harry reached out towards her. He ghosted his hands over the curve of her waist. "Is this okay?" he called, bending at the knees to meet her height.

"Yes! I want to dance with you, Harry!" she hollered, a bubbling giggle following afterward.

(Y/N)'s eyes closed as she melted in his hold, teeth sinking into the plush of a coral stained bottom lip. Harry followed her lead in hopes that the same confidence and relaxation would leak into his muscles. Her hips glided against his own. It took a bit of coaxing before (Y/N)'s body had convinced him to fit a leg between her own, locking their nearness in place. She was the perfect distraction, he decided; though she wouldn't make him gain rhythm, she took the brunt of his attention and made the rest of the room fall away enough to relax him.

Her movements revealed just how tipsy she was, making Harry that much more careful with his hands on her waist. Every time she made a misstep (even occasionally stepping on his toes), he could just barely make out the sound of her laughter over the sound of the music, though her eyes were still shuddered behind coral shaded eyelids. His fingers slipped over her back, the skin revealed by her crop top feeling soft under his hands as he kept her steady.

Harry had dreamed of being this close to her from the second he found the courage to steal the seat beside her in Stanfill's lecture. He was hyper aware of her hands on his shoulders that squeezed when she stumbled, the brush of her hair against his skin whenever she would flip the tresses out of her way, and the length of her body swaying with the movement of her hips. The already humid room felt hotter with her so near, Harry's heart rate spiking high with his cheeks glowing pink under the deep purple lighting. He felt her everywhere, starting with the curve of her form under his palms to the flocking of butterflies flapping through his stomach.

A few songs later, Harry found himself comfortable with the way (Y/N) was dancing on him and had curated his own moves that helped him blend in with the rest of the crowd. That is until (Y/N) changed the position. This new song playing through the speakers had a baseline heavy enough that it almost came out distorted through the speakers, altering the mood of the other partygoers around them. Some hollered at the song choice, celebrating with varied dance moves and shouts of the lyrics Harry couldn't catch as (Y/N) pulled away from him.

She seemed just as overjoyed with the DJ's choice, a bright smile on her features before she spun around in Harry's hold. She stopped with her back to his chest and her bottom pressed firmly against his crotch.

"Hold me here!" she shouted, reaching for his wrists to slide his hands to rest on the curve of her hips.

If he thought he was aware of her form before this, Harry wasn't going to be able to get her curves out of his head now. The sway of her hips was now exaggerated as she brushed against his own in time to the beat. Her fingers curled into the excess strips fabric that tied her top together making Harry's eyes widen every time she tugged just a bit on the bow. Her hair had been gathered to one side, leaving Harry to see the length of her lashes and the curl of her lips as she enjoyed herself. Harry did his best to follow her lead, but he wanted nothing more than to bask in the show she was giving and let her fill the role of the dancer she was dressed as.

Nonetheless, he imitated the movement of her hips, working as her counterpart to the gentle rolls she delivered into his crotch. He kept his hands steady on her though he felt anything but with the way the curve of her ass ground against him. By the time another song was being transitioned into, (Y/N) broke from the heady character that had taken over. She reached one hand up and back to drape across the nape of Harry's neck, fingertips toying with the baby hairs there.

Pulling him down as she turned her head, she spoke to him in what could be considered a whisper with the volume of the rest of the room, "You're really good at this!"

He couldn't be more thankful for the drink she had prior to this, because this meant she hadn't noticed his clumsy fumbling and the rush he went through to keep up with her. "'M—uh—'m jus' following you," he returned.

Her smile could be felt against his pink dusted cheeks.

(Y/N) allowed him to revel in his moment as she slipped back into the fold of the music, her hand falling from around his neck to resume the dizzying game of how much the bow binding her top together could take before it unraveled. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

His breathing turned heavy the longer she played with him. Harry was more than willing to partake in the game, especially the few times she would bend at the waist just a bit to allow her ass to pop against his hips that much more. Her body moved in smooth rolls that Harry had to withdraw his eyes from in fear that she would notice something that didn't match the soft of her body poking into her behind. All the while, he could hear bits of bubbling giggles and breathy laughter falling from her as if she didn't intend to come off so sexy. He could just see the edging of the smile on her face that told him all he needed to know: this was fun for her. That only made it harder for Harry to keep a lid on the attraction he felt for her right then.

When (Y/N)'s hand returned to Harry's neck a medley of songs later, he couldn't help the tense that tightened his muscles. Her fingers familiarly threaded through the baby curls that lined the back of his neck, a layer of goosebumps trailing in her wake. He automatically understood what she was asking of him as he lent down to have his ear level with her lips. Her breath was warm on the curve of his neck, drawing Harry in as his hands tightened on her hips.

"Did I bring my drink with me?"

A breathy laugh broke the anticipation he felt pattering his heart. He gently shook his head, aware of the tip of her nose just at the level of his jawline. "No, y'left it in the kitchen, remember?"

She all but deflated in his hold. "Oh shoot. Will you come with me to get another, then?"

Besides the fact that she was working as perfect cover for the hint of a hard-on he was sporting in his pants, Harry knew he would follow her anywhere at this point.

"Lead the way."

(Y/N) repeated the ritual of grabbing for his wrist that Harry was now looking forward to when navigating the party. She took him to the kitchen island that acted as the bar, the selection now left with bare bones since bottles were taken to the backyard when Ny's group passed through.

"Do you want a water?" she asked, as she reached for a bottle of rum, "I bet there's some in the fridge!"

Harry gazed at her through the veil of affection, trying to figure how the girl who had been dancing on him on the other side of the wall was the same one offering to get him a bottle of water with a bright smile on her daisy spotted face. "'M okay, but thank you," he declined softly, resting his hip against the counter to watch her.

She bubbled off an okay! as she settled for mixing what could be considered a shot with pineapple juice folded in with the rum. Her pours were sloppy as is, but her skills only worsened when her attention was taken by the small string of people that came in from the outside. Harry made a point to scoot her cup under the stream she splashed out, saving her from the stick that would have rained over the toes of her boots.

"Do you want to go outside with me?!" she peeped, lazily screwing the top back on the remaining pineapple juice. Though her bleary eyes took a second to focus on him, the soft curve of her lips never lessened at the sound of her new idea.

He flicked his gaze to the window that showcased the dwindling fire and the few others that remained huddled around it. He spotted one couple cuddled close to the fire with a blonde-headed nurse sat on the lazy football player's lap, giggling and whispering to one another in a make-believe private moment. Harry's heart thrummed at the idea that that could be him and (Y/N).

"Yeah, let's go," Harry agreed with a soft smile, a flush working its way up his neck as he readily offered her his hand.

After letting out a small cheer, (Y/N) took her shot like a champ. She pulled a puckered face before taking his offered hand and rushing him out the back door with her. The air was crisp and cold once they left the warmth of the party behind them. Harry hadn't realized just how humid it had been when he was dancing with her until the autumnal air shivered over his form and chilled his skin. His hand was kept warm in (Y/N)'s as he followed after her somewhat wobbly bounds off the cracked concrete patio towards the small group around the fire pit.

Harry could practically see the lightbulb go off over her head when her gaze zeroed in on the trampoline set up in the far corner of the backyard. She halted in her steps but bounced in her spot. Beaming, she turned on the chunk of her heel to face Harry.

"Do you think we're allowed to go on that?"

Her eyes were wide with her bunched lashes fluttering under her raised brows with her mouth dropped into a small gape. Harry didn't have an accurate answer for her, he knew that, but he wasn't losing his yes streak now.

"I'd think so," he said with a lopsided smile, shrugging his shoulder.

(Y/N) all but squealed before she rushed them towards the trampoline. Harry was unable to wipe the smile from his face as he followed her and helped lift her through the entrance in the net. He paired their shoes off together beside the broken step stool that creaked with every pace Harry climbed.

With a giggling smile, (Y/N) was already bouncing about the nylon net by the time Harry crawled through the opening. Her hair fluttered around her with the added flourish of the sleeves of her top spiraling. She urged him to hurry, beckoning him to C'mon! Jump with me!

When Harry found his footing, he matched her jumps and completed the circle that she was starting with her own path around the perimeter. Every time his jump impacted her and took her higher than on her own, a screaming laugh left her lips as she sailed through the air. A sheen covering her costume he hadn't noticed before, sparkled in the moonlight, the fringe of her sleeves shimmering each time she shot up to join the stars in the sky. She began to twirl and spin every time she launched over the netting, her eyes closing when she started her descent down.

"Harry, you stole my jump!" she called when he bounced at the same time as her, a faux pout puffing at her lips.

"'M sorry, 'm sorry," he laughed, the sound coming out created a soft in the crisp air around them. He slowed to a standstill, giving her the floor, "Try now, lo—(Y/N)."

He could only be grateful for the fact it was dark out and she was too tipsy to notice the flush climbing up his cheeks at the slip of his tongue.

(Y/N) happily took over the main space and bounced a few more times with a giggling smile on her lips. He couldn't take his eyes off her as he leant against one of the beams spreading the protective net out, feeling winded just watching her.

Eventually, (Y/N) came down and didn't launch herself back in the air. Instead, she settled on her feet and looked to Harry with glazed eyes and glowing cheeks.

"What are you thinking about?" she questioned, sinking to sit on the center of the trampoline. She patted her hand flat on the spot beside her, beckoning Harry to take the space.

"Nothing," Harry said, shaking his head as he took careful strides to stop next to her, "Jus' nice out tonight, that's all."

"Yeah," she sighed dreamily, looking towards the clear sky, "You're right." She lent back with her hands splayed behind her to prop her up. Craning her neck, she gazed all around the starry expanse over their heads. After a moment, she lost some of her balance and fell flat on her back with a feathery smile on her features.

When she didn't sit up and laid with her hooded eyes pinned on the sky, Harry nudged her gently with his knee. "Y'alright?" he prosed, voice gentle.

Her attention slid from the stars and landed squarely on Harry with glossy eyes. "Lay with me?"

The lopsided smile on his features picked a single dimple into his cheek. Nudging her again, he laid himself in the space beside her, taken aback when she pulled on his arm to extend it out for her. Before he even had a chance to settle, (Y/N) was already cuddling into his side with his bicep acting as her pillow.

His heart was beating a mile a minute as he laid down, toes curling in his socks. He knew he was supposed to be staring at the sky and picking out the shapes in the stars with her, but he couldn't stop himself before his eyes shuttered closed with a shaky breath filling his lungs. He felt clean—refreshed—to finally be so close to her. This somehow felt more intense than the way she was dancing on him earlier, the cover of the quiet making it so there was nothing else to concentrate on but the curve of her form pressed into his side.

"Will you play a game with me?" (Y/N) asked quietly, hooking her ankle around his own and effectively stopping Harry's heart.

"What game?"

"Well," she prattled, reaching for the stuffed kitten he had stowed away in one of the large pockets of his coat. She cradled the plush to her chest with her fingertips absently combing through the fur and brushing against it's nose, "I want to get to know you, so—I know it's kind of stupid, but do you want to play twenty questions?"

The butterflies in his stomach moved in a full-fledged kaleidoscope through his stomach and flapped their wings against the chambers of his heart. God, she was so cute.

"You first, then."

—————

Harry hadn't kept count but he was sure they played way more than only twenty questions.

(Y/N) had asked him twice what his favorite animal was (he answered differently both times), and found out what his top five favorite songs were but only after she accidentally answered it herself. The whole time Harry had a smile on his face bright enough to rival the moon above them. He learned that she wanted to dress like a go-go dancer to class everyday, but it took too much effort and yellow wasn't always her color. She told him her favorite subject in high school was a tie between History and Home Ec.—she loved her history teacher, but getting to eat almost every day in home ec. was hard to compete with. All the while, Harry kept his arm securely around her with his shoulder acting as her pillow.

As their game went on, (Y/N)'s words started to slur and grew slower and slower. He figured that all of the alcohol was now starting to catch up with her, but when he asked her a question that gained no response, he chanced a look at her. He found her fast asleep beside him with her hands hiding the prop cat in her chest. She pressed herself into his side for warmth with the sleeves of her top draped over her exposed tummy like a sort of blanket. Her ankle was still hooked around his own, keeping him close as if he had anywhere else to be.

Though his arm was starting to fall asleep with pinpricks of static pain appearing in the muscle, he didn't move her. He tried his best not to even shift in hopes of keeping her quietly asleep cuddled into his side. The stars above him became his entertainment, the game of connect-the-dots in his head suddenly morphing into portraits of the girl under his arm.

When he heard footsteps approaching the trampoline, Harry didn't pay it any mind, figuring it was just another straggler wondering why there were two people laid out in the middle of the nylon.

"Harry, is that you?"

He jumped at the sound of his own name from a semi-familiar voice. He turned his head as best he could without jostling (Y/N) to find Naomi peeking through the unzipped entrance. Her shoulders were tensed with her brows furrowed. "Y-Yeah," he stuttered, voice kept quiet, "Is everything okay?"

"Is that (Y/N) with you?" she pressed, trying to peer over Harry's build to the spot of yellow and pink at his side.

"Um, yeah. She's right here; she fell asleep," he elaborated, fighting the awkward angle in his neck that threatened to pull a muscle with the way he was straining it to face her.

Ny relaxed with the set in her shoulders finally deflating. "Oh, good," she sighed, "I've been looking for her for the last ten minutes. Thank you for hanging out with her all night, though. She was so nervous you weren't going to come."

Harry hoped (Y/N)'s roommate wouldn't catch the brightened hue that flooded his cheeks as he smiled. "Really?"

Her blue eyes scanned over his features and the poorly hidden affection he held in them. He was smitten with (Y/N), what could he say?

She peered over him for a second to catch sight of (Y/N) on the other side. "Don't tell her I told you this because she'd kill me, but," she started before dropping her gaze to match his, "She really likes you. She talks about you all the time at home; she always goes on about how cool and nice she thinks you are. I know she was really wanting to see you tonight, and it made her really happy that you showed up. So, thanks for watching out for her even if all she did was fall asleep on you."

He knew his cheeks must be beet red at this point. The pounding of his heart was loud enough that he feared (Y/N) would feel the vibrations going through his veins and wake up. But, god, how could he be worried or concerned about anything when Ny had told him all of that. (Y/N) was always so cool and collected around him—exceedingly kind, but he figured that was more of  a trait she held instead of something special for him—, so he never quite fathomed that she might have an inkling of feelings for him. Mitch was going to have a heyday getting to tell him I told you so.

Swallowing around his heart in his throat, Harry tried to speak over the sound of the beats. "I... I really like her, too. She's very nice."

He cringed at the impersonal compliment that fell from his lips, but it was all his muddled brain could come up with. Ny let out an airy laugh nonetheless, a knowing smile on her lips. He was exactly like (Y/N) described him, she thought.

"So, I called an Uber for her and I," she said, jerking his chin towards (Y/N), "It should be here in the next couple of minutes... Unless, you were planning on taking her home?"

For a flicker, Harry wanted nothing more than to be selfish and take up the job of getting her home. He would wait until she woke or until he decided it was too cold for her to continue to sleep outside, then he would get the privilege of driving her home and spending that much more time with her. But, when he tossed his gaze back to the go-go dancer beside him, he knew that wasn't fair to her. She was dead on her feet, tired enough to have fallen asleep outside in the middle of talking to him in a mini skirt and crop top. It wasn't fair to keep her out when she had a warm bed at home to fall into.

"No," he shook his head, beginning to gently move his arm out from under her and sit up, "She needs to get some rest in a real bed." He caught just the edge of Naomi's soft smile before he directed the full of his attention to (Y/N). He slipped his arm out from around her, (Y/N) trying to follow the warmth he was taking away as she stretched. He settled his hand on her shoulder, circulation slowly returning in somewhat painful pulses. "(Y/N)," he cooed, voice soft in the dark, "Gotta wake up. Naomi's here and she's got a car waiting out front to take y'home."

A groggy groan came from her lips in conjunction with a stretch of her limbs. Her eyes stayed shuttered closed until Harry uttered another soft call of her name. She blinked them open, gifting him with the eyes he had seen in the stars only ten minutes prior. Though her gaze was hooded, she pinned her eyes right on Harry.

"What?" she sounded, a rasp to her unused voice.

Harry let out an airy laugh. "Ny's here to take y'home."

"Oh," she sighed, relaxing back into the nylon that acted as her mattress. Her eyes flitted over his form before settling on his face, "Are you coming with us?"

He knew logically that it was impossible for a heart to bound out of a chest or a smile to embed itself on his lips, but, in this moment, he felt he could question all of that.

"No, not tonight," he reasoned, sliding his guiding hand to sit between her shoulder blades as she sat up, "But, y'can text me when y'get home safely. We can keep talking until y'fall asleep, too, if y'wanted."

A contented smile settled on her lips as she nodded her head, "I do want that."

Harry followed after her like a puppy as they slid off the trampoline. (Y/N) passed the stuffed animal back to him before dropping to the ground, not even bothering to slip back into her boots despite the dew covering the grass. Ny was silent as she watched them interact, Harry feeling her eyes as he helped ensure (Y/N) was steady on her feet and she had everything she needed. Naomi continued to allow them to have their moment as they worked their way through the pulsing party (Harry was especially diligent about ensuring no one stomped on (Y/N)'s bare feet and she didn't step on anything that could hurt her), (Y/N) more than once looking over her shoulder to make sure Harry was still following.

Once they made it to the porch out front, the space much less crowded than when Harry arrived, (Y/N) pivoted on her heel despite Ny continuing her path to the waiting car at the curb. She let go of Harry's hand—to his dismay—, but the disappointment was short-lived before she had her arms wrapped around his middle and her cheek smushed against his chest.

"Thank you for coming tonight, Harry," she mumbled, words distorted from the fact she refused to pull even a hair away from him, "Happy Halloween."

Though his response time lagged as he tried to render if he was in a dream or not, Harry looped his arms around her waist and held (Y/N) tightly to his chest. He didn't mind the way the boots she still held in her hand banged against the small of his back or how far he had to lean down to get a comfortable hold on her. Nothing could ruin this moment for him.

He dared to dip down and rest his nose in her hair, his eyes fluttering closed. "Happy Halloween, (Y/N)," he mumbled into the crown of her head, reveling in her touch.

All too soon, she released him. Taking a step back, she looked up to him with the beaming smile he was hoping to memorize and get him through the weekend. "I'll see you on Monday, right?" she asked as she quietly started edging away to where Ny was waiting.

He swallowed around the raging beats of his heart. "Yeah, I'll see y'Monday."

When he let her go, his hands fell to his sides with his palm brushing against the synthetic fur of his stuffed kitten. Pinning his eyes on her retreating form, Harry had one more idea to get one last spare moment with her before the magic of the night ended when she drove away.

She had only made it down a pair of steps leading to the concrete walkway that led to the sidewalk before Harry stopped her. "(Y/N), wait, hold on."

Perking up at the sound of her name, she turned on her toes with a question lacing her brows together. Harry scrambled to meet her on the steps as he clumsily reached for the cat. "Yo-You can have this," he stuttered, offering up the plush with a bright red flush sitting on the apples of his cheeks, "Since y'fell asleep with it and all, y'can take her home. She's yours."

(Y/N) tucked the length of her go-go boots under her arm, delicately taking the item from his hands with a matching smile on her lips. "She?"

His skin took on an even redder hue as he realized his slip. "Um, yeah," he laughed, fixing his gaze on the stuffed animal as if that would hide his embarrassment from her eyes, "I was jus' thinking of it as a girl, but it can be whatever y'want."

"No, you're right, I like that. She's a little girl." (Y/N) looked to him with the stars in her eyes, rivaling that of the patterns that were hung in the sky above them. Even if they were talking about something as silly as the prop he brought for his costume, Harry wasn't able to shake the rose colored lens he looked at her through.

Peeking over the top of her head, Harry caught Naomi looking at the pair of them with softened eyes before the Uber driver called something out to her—most likely an urge for her to collect her friend so they could leave. Ny nodded her head and said something before casting her gaze back to Harry with an apologetic smile on her face.

"I think your Uber is getting upset," he mumbled to (Y/N), "Y'should probably go."

Glancing over her shoulder, (Y/N) caught Ny beckoning her over with a wave of her hand. "Yeah, probably," she told Harry, edging towards her friend though she never drew her eyes away from him. With the kitten in her arms she asked him, "I'll text you when we get home?"

"Please."

Harry had his eyes on her until she was safe in the right Uber, Naomi tossing him a wave goodbye before she shut the door after them. Something of a daze passed over him as he made his way down to his own car a block over, nothing truly processing until he was in the quiet of his car.

He fucking loved Halloween.

—————

Harry was going to ask (Y/N) on a date.

After the party, he hadn't been able to keep himself from calling Mitch at one a.m. and spilling all the details about the past few hours. Sarah had been with him, and when Mitch transferred him to speaker, he got both of their opinions on all the things they considered "signs" that (Y/N) liked him just as much back (Sarah had cooed when he mentioned the hug), and the small revelation that Naomi had shared with him. In the end, they only backed up his decision to ask her out on Monday come their physics class. Mitch had even sent him a text that morning encouraging him to go for it, a quick pep talk to keep Harry from chickening out.

That's how Harry found himself arriving an additional five minutes early to the usual ten minutes he made it before Professor Stanfill started lecture. He was more than jittery as he took his spot next to (Y/N)'s unassigned-assigned seat. His hands were shaky with sweaty palms as he laid out his materials, eyes darting to the main door every few seconds in anticipation of her arrival. He already had a script of how he wanted to ask her, now all he needed was her.

He was on his fifth rehearsal in his head of how exactly he was going to ask her to dinner with him when (Y/N) finally stepped through the double doors that lead to the hall. She had a sleepy smile on her face as she scaled the stairs, the curl growing wider when she caught sight of him with his eyes already on her.

"Hey Harry," she greeted him once she was in range, "How are you?"

Bundling his hands in his lap to cover their trembling, Harry put a tight smile on his lips. "'M...'M really good," he sighed, his heartbeat growing louder in his ears, "How are you?"

Sitting down, (Y/N) reached for her laptop with an airy smile coloring her features, "Still recouping from Saturday, but I'm honestly doing a lot better than I thought I would be today."

"Saturday was a lot of fun, though," Harry muttered, having to fight off the grin that was threatening to explode over his face. He still had work to do before he could celebrate.

(Y/N) didn't get the memo as her smile grew wide over her cheeks and threatened to crinkle her eyes closed. She glanced at him from where she was pulling up her notes, "Yeah, it was."

Harry took a steadying breath as she paused, finding the right moment to ask the question that was running through his head like a mantra. Tightening his hands into fists, he broadened his shoulders and hoped the coaching Mitch sent him would be enough motivation.

"(Y/N), I wanted to ask y'something before class started actuall—"

"(Y/N)!"

A rowdy call of her name cut Harry off before he could even get the full of his words out. He followed the line of (Y/N)'s sight as she whipped her head toward the main doors she had crossed only a few minutes prior. There, a man stood with bronze hair standing in peeks on the top of his head with an award winning smile on his face. He wasn't anyone that Harry recognized, but (Y/N) was more than familiar with him if the smile on her face was anything to go by.

"Trystan," she called as he drew closer, a togo cup from the coffee shop (Y/N) usually brought with her in his hand, "What are you doing here?"

Harry was sure that if he squinted and read the cardboard sleeve on the cup, it would detail out a chai latte, two pumps of pumpkin flavor with an almond milk substitute.

"Just bringing you the chai I owed you from the other night," he—Trystan—beamed, sliding the cup onto the counter beside (Y/N), "It's still really hot, so be careful, hun."

(Y/N) face lit up at his words, mouth dropping into a grin though her eyes were never taken from his own. "Oh my god! Thank you so much! I wasn't even serious about that, but thank you!"

Trystan shook his head and nudged the cup closer to her, "Don't worry about it—it's the least I could do." Before (Y/N) could even reach for her new latte or take a sip, Trystan stood to the full of his height and opened his arms wide enough to rival his broad smile. "But I'm not leaving without one of these," he sang, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Harry watched on as (Y/N) gave a fluttering laugh and a playful roll of her eyes before standing from her seat. She wrapped her arms around him in the same way Harry had burned into his head. Trystan even dropped his head and whispered something to (Y/N) that caused a laugh to float through the air and travel with enough gusto to bruise Harry's heart. It hurt more than he liked to think about.

"I'll text you later, okay? Let me know how it goes" (Y/N) called as she let go, her friend running off though he tossed bright smiles over his shoulder at her. Harry didn't have it in himself to keep track of Trystan's response, the world around him going out of focus as his heart pumped at a pace that hurt his chest.

What had he been thinking? He really let everyone's encouragement go to his head when he should have listened to his instincts. Of course, she didn't like him, she was just a nice person who liked him as a friend and felt bad about his lack of party experience. She was drunk that night, of course she was going to be affectionate. Maybe he wasn't as smart as he thought he was if something like this had flown right over his head.

As Stanfill puttered about the front of the classroom, readying to begin his lecture, (Y/N) finally turned to face him with a smile he could only describe as smitten and the offending chai latte warming her palm. "Sorry, what were you saying, Harry?

He shook his head, busying himself with reaching for his glasses tucked in his bag. "It was nothing—I already forgot." He forced out a laugh to soften the stiff words.

(Y/N) hadn't a clue in the world as she joined in with a breathy laugh escaping her lips, "Okay, well, let me know if you remember."

"I will."

He wasn't ever going to 'remember'.

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magnetism is the force between two charges that draws them together

sooooooo much happens in this one its one of the longest parts in the whole piece!!!! thank u sososo much for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if you have any questions or ideas/predictions about next week's part send them in !!!!!

no doy mas 😩 gracias x tanto uma

TWENTY SECONDS OR TWENTY YEARS?

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

Summary: It's Harry's birthday, and like every year, he doesn't wake up alone.

! | fluff, smut, a blowjob, a little of dirty talk.

W/N: happy birthday to the best one out there!!! i love you harry please let your hair grow again this is not a joke.

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Y/N loves waking up next to Harry.

To be able to see the man people idolise and love lying next to her sleeping with his mouth open, little snores escaping from his thick lips and his hair tousled on the pillow. But the most beautiful thing is how he always seeks her out to cuddle her while he's still asleep.

Today is a special day, his twenty-eighth birthday, and their eleventh birthday together.

She lifts a hand to stroke his brown hair, and can't help but smile wistfully. They are both so grown up, and the fact that they still choose each other every day makes her heart go wild, the ring on her finger being proof of that.

Harry wakes up feeling kisses on his neck and cheeks, and smiles knowing who owns them.

"Happy birthday, curly." She says, kissing his dimples and laughing as he grabs her around the waist to straddle him.

"Thanks, m'soul." He answers, with a hoarse voice.

When he opens his eyes, she can't help but let out a sigh, they're big, green and she knows that they're so shiny because they're looking at her.

Harry smiles sleepily at the feel of her kisses on his neck, and can feel his morning boner hardening against Y/N's thigh.

She slides her hand down his bare chest, brushing her fingernails over the butterfly's wings which makes him shiver, and she reaches under the blanket, finding his bare member by the activities of last night.

"Last fuck being twenty seven."

"Harry— just put it inside would you?"

He groans as she begins to slide her hand up and down, making him harder. And he looks for her mouth to be able to kiss her.

He kisses her with all the love and lust in the world, putting a hand behind her neck to keep her there, and breaks away to mutter. "I love you."

"I love you more, want me to suck your cock?"

And how could he say no?

He nods quickly, moaning at the feel of her hand stimulating him as he watches as she uncovers his bottom and reaches out to lick his member.

He presses his head against the pillow, closing his eyes as she begins to take him into her mouth. Despite not having been with anyone else, he knows that she's the best doing this.

"Baby…" He groans, nuzzling her head as she sucks him into her mouth. "F- Fuck, you're so good."

Y/N moans around him, making him gasp, and she purposefully swallows. Eleven years, her gag reflex no longer existed.

Harry can't believe his luck in the world when she cups his balls in her hands and squeezes them gently, causing him to turn into a moaning, gasping bundle, feeling his orgasm approaching. She looks up at him, sliding her tongue over the tip and rolling her eyes at the taste of his precum, everything about him driving her crazy.

She takes it out of her mouth, and keeps moving her hand quickly "You're gonna cum in my mouth, H?" She asks, her eyes sweet knowing that it turns him on more. "Gonna make me swallow it?"

Harry leans on his hands, sitting on the bed, and throws his head back as he pushes his hips into her fist, "Yes, yes. Fuck, I'll make sure you swallow it all."

Y/N smiles, and puts his cock back in her mouth, letting him push his pelvis against her and massaging his balls until Harry cums in her mouth with a long moan.

She takes it upon herself to swallow it all while he strokes her hair, trying to calm his breathing and letting her wipe his member with the sheet.

He grabs her and pulls her to him, kissing her without caring what taste is in her mouth, and whispering words against her lips. "Love you."

Y/N smiles, stroking his curls. "Happy birthday."

so good 😭😭😭💘💘💘💘💘

momentum

harry was the smartest person (y/n) knew, she just wished she could be on the same level as him.

part one (gravity)

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Harry gave (Y/N) his number. She had asked for it.

It had been two days since the interaction outside of Stanfill's room and Harry doesn't think his smile has waned once in that time. While he hadn't heard from her yet—other than a short message just to confirm she had the right contact for him—just the fact she had a way to contact him at all made his heart skip a beat.

He'd had a crush on her from the second she and her friend picked seats right in front of him that first day of syllabus week. When her blonde friend suddenly stopped showing up, Harry readily stole the seat beside her after taking a week to pluck up the courage and take advantage of all the free pep talks Mitch was willing to give him. He never imagined that she would talk to him for more than three seconds, let alone set up study sessions and ask for his number.

Even seeing her today in their physics course held a different air. He typically saw her through a dreamy haze anyway, but something had shifted during that ninety minute lecture. A wall that had been built on the premise that they were nothing more than polite seatmates had been knocked down, leaving a gateway for Harry to peek at her with a rose tinted lens coloring his vision. He was trying not to get too far ahead of himself, especially since there was nothing even set up for the tutoring sessions he offered her, but it was easy to get carried away in the possibilities of what might be if he was given the chance.

All he needed was for her to message him.

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if it isn't too short notice, maybe we could meet up tomorrow morning at the campus library????? if not that's okay I just want to get in as much study time as we can before that exam next week!!

(Y/N) pressed send on her text to Harry, not even having time to tuck it away before it buzzed in her hand.

Harry S. (physics)

thats perfect! I can do 10am if that works for you? I'll save us a table and bring my notes and everything too! Thank you!

A smile spread over her features without permission as she read over his text. Harry was entirely too cute to be fair; he was thanking her for letting him tutor her when it should be the other way around since he was the one actually doing a service. Nonetheless, she was endeared at how excited he was to help her no matter if it were one-on-one sessions or letting her copy off his notes for a lecture or two.

i'll see you then!! thank you!!

Flicking her gaze to the time displayed in the top corner of her phone, (Y/N) already had an excuse at the ready to let her disappear into her room for a couple hours. If she had it right, there should be a stream tonight in a few minutes that was becoming a source of well-needed stress relief for her and she didn't want to miss it. Even if Ny was staying in tonight.

"I think I'm gonna go through some of my physics stuff," she sighed, sitting from the cuddled position she took on the corner of the couch, "I finally have a tutoring session tomorrow and I don't want him to think I'm a complete dumbass."

Ny perked up at the mention of a him. "Is it Harry? The guy who's tutoring you?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "We're going to meet up tomorrow at the library."

She watched as Ny's face fell at the timing of her plans, "Wait, does that mean you're missing Willa's birthday party tomorrow?"

"No," she laughed, "Why would I set up a study session at ten at night? Besides, it's tomorrow morning, so I'll be back with plenty of time to still go to the party."

"Maybe you could invite Harry," her roommate suggested, her shoulders losing the tense they gained now that she knew their weekend plans were still intact, "I've never seen him at any of the Greek parties."

(Y/N) tossed around the idea, "I mean, I can but I'm not sure if they're his scene, honestly. Like, he just texted me saying thank you for letting him tutor me." Her lips moved into a pout as she shared the information, still completely endeared at the fact he was so ready to offer help and share gratitude when someone took it.

"No, did he really?" Ny gaped, sitting up from the curled position she took in their recliner.

"He did," (Y/N) affirmed, feeling every bit the same at Naomi's reaction, "He's too sweet. So, I don't think we've ever seen him at those parties because he just doesn't like to go. And, I also don't think I have the authority to be inviting people to Willa's birthday."

"It's not like she would be mad, especially if you told her what you told me, but I see what you mean. Anyway, just make sure to be home in time to pregame with me and get us in the right Uber this time."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and laughed before heading towards her room. It's not like she could say anything, since she had gotten into the same Uber, no questions asked, despite the way she knew Ny was too drunk to really know what a 2006 Ford Fiesta looked like.

As she dug out her laptop, she couldn't help but feel just a bit... gross knowing what she was going to watch while her roommate was just a wall away. But, call it what you want—stress, the looming idea of 'cuffing season' approaching, or the fact that she was becoming just a bit attached to the ritual of watching his shows—no matter what, (Y/N) was going to take advantage of the reprieve those streams offered. (And, who knows, this might just be her thing for the time being before she reverts back to a less scheduled form of pleasure).

By the time she had her door locked and her duvet fluffed around her, (Y/N) was a few minutes late to the stream. The chat was flooding through with comments just a hair too fast for her to catch anything specific with H's tip meter rising steadily. Sticking in her earbuds (keeping one out on the possibility that Ny needed something), she tuned into the show that was already in progress.

It seemed he had already passed over his intro, humming a low tone as he transitioned to the crux of the show. A burgundy knitted sweater covered his torso, the piece large enough to pile over his body in soft folds with sleeves that extended over the expanse of his hands to emulate paws.

"I've been rough with you these last few times, haven't I?" he drawled, the thick of his voice draping over her body, "I think it's time we slow down—I want to talk to you, baby." A soft sigh of a moan exited his throat, as if it were relieving just to think about taking it slow for today's stream. In the handful of times she'd tuned in, this was the most laid-back set up she'd seen from him. "Jus' a little tired today, but I still want to be with you, darling. Wanna cum with you— that's all I need."

(Y/N) swore her eyes almost fluttered to the back of her head at the sound of his request. If not for the fact she needed to keep an ear out for Naomi, she would have plucked the other headphone into her ear just so she could hear the full vibrato of his voice and the way his tongue lazed over the sensual words. She instead slipped her hand under the waist of her sweats, fingertips brushing over the cotton fabric of her underwear. Her eyes were pinned to the screen with her fingers just barely administering teasing brushes over her panties as H slowly rucked up his sweater and put the tanned muscles of his abdomen on display.

"Start with me, love, touch yourself with me," he beckoned. His sweater stayed folded to the top of his chest, leaving the ink of his tattoos and the buttery bronze of his skin to steal her attention in the lowlights of his set up before he tugged the waist of his own comfy pants to the middle of his thighs. He had forgone boxers for this stream, the usual waistband lacking as his cock bobbed against his bare stomach.

Her performer practically melted into the leather of his seat when his fingers slipped through the trimmed thatch of hair that surrounded his base before he wrapped his fist around the girth in a loose hold. A shuddering sigh racked through his body, the sound filthy enough that she didn't need his regular stream of commentary to know just how good he must have felt with his prick in his hand. More than any of the other streams, this one was entirely intimate with the theatrics of his daddy persona being left behind as he chased his own pleasure.

It was hot.

A slow pass of his fist over his length elicited a long moan to fall from his lips, the sound breathless and stuttering. He shifted in his spot, his head falling back with just the very ends of his deep brown hair falling into frame with his thighs spreading wider apart. He worked his hand lazily over his length, (Y/N) trying to match his motions with small circles around her clit through the fabric of her underwear. She watched through a hooded gaze just as he pulled his hand from his cock, disappearing out of frame. She swore she could have whined had she been alone, already missing the view of his stroking hand until she heard the unmistakable sound of H spitting. A second later, his now slicked hand dropped back into frame beginning to stroke over his length in faster pulls. A deep groan fell from between his lips. The sound reverberated through (Y/N)'s form, a choked moan getting stuck in her throat as she brought the pads of her fingers to the pearl of her clit.

"Are y'with me, darling? Feeling good?" he rumbled, his voice surprising her from the trance she fell into from his moans.

(Y/N) breathed deeply through her mouth, trying her best to keep the bubbling moans in her chest at bay. With her hand creeping towards the full of her panties, she chanced an opportunity to hopefully be noticed by H, her free hand typing out a quick comment despite the flood that was already streaming through.

sunflowerssweetheart: soo good h are you??

Just like always, he was able to pick her simple remark out of the far more dirty perspectives being broadcast to him through the chatroom. A smile could be heard in his tone, making (Y/N) crave to know what he looked like that much more.

"I am, sweetheart, feel s'good. Been such a long day, feels s'good to fuck into m'hand for you." His voice was lazy and slow, matching the pace of his fist over his shaft.

From this stream alone, (Y/N) was finding out just how easy it was for him to make her wet. He wasn't speaking in the same commanding cadence she was used to, with a dominating honorific leaving his lips. Instead, he simply spoke with a lazy tongue and an audible smile. Apparently, that was all she needed, the thick of his voice saying just about anything, to get her soaked through her panties. It only got better knowing that he was talking to her.

She ached to hear the self-claimed pet name fall from his lips again, to feel the honey of his tone drip over her body knowing that he had found her comments out of all the more enticing ones. It took an effort to peel her eyes from his heated form, his chest beginning to pinken as his breathing came in measured pants.

sunflowerssweetheart: im sorry it was long h was it good at least ?

(Y/N) felt a little silly as she pressed send. He had said he wanted to talk this stream, take things soft and slow this time around but she wasn't sure. Now probably wasn't the time for small talk when he had his cock in his hand and she was manipulating her clit through her soaked panties, but all she wanted was for him to answer her. If he decided it was a little too odd to commit to some small talk while thrusting into his hand, he would just ignore her comment and go on like normal.

H thumbed over his glistening tip, hips bucking upwards into the cup of his palm with his solid stomach muscles dancing. "D-Don't be sorry, sweetheart, 's all better now, right?" he breathed, thighs tensing as he brought his other hand to cradle his balls, "Better now that 'm with you—that I get to feel good with you. Wasn't bad, jus' long. Y'had a good day too, right, sweetheart?"

How he was able to make small talk sound like erotica, dripping over her skin like warmed honey, she didn't know. But, she wasn't going to complain either, especially since every uttering of her pet name sparked between her thighs.

The chat stream flooded with comments, many responding to the question he posed while his tip meter ran higher and higher. (Y/N), too distracted with her wandering hands as she plucked the gusset of her panties to the side and dipped her fingers between her folds, lagged in her response. She listened intently as H answered a few other comments, breathy moans thrown in between his words as he used other terms of endearment that only urged the want in her to hear the one that was just for her.

sunflowerssweetheart: long too but ur right its s much better now

sunflowerssweetheart: youve got me soaked through my panties h

Her fingers shook as she pressed send, her gaze lidded as she melted into her bed in anticipation of his response. With the cover of her sweats, she traced over her slit with the tip of her fingers. She coated her touch in the wetness seeping from her hole before sliding up to the pearl of her uncovered clit. Her body tensed at the teasing touch, imagining her wandering hands were that of the man on screen. If she tried hard enough, with the sound of his moans echoing in her ear and the slick noise of his hand working over his length, she could pretend the burn in her thighs was caused by the stretch of having his slim hips between them as he took care of her like he promised.

(Y/N)'s eyes had just barely slipped shut when she heard a grunting breath of a laugh disrupt the rhythm of H's stroking hand and corresponding moans.

"Got you that wet, sweetheart? Soaked through your pretty panties for me?" he drawled, the butterfly on his tummy jumping as he swiped his thumb over the tip, "'M happy I could help y'feel so good—'s m'job right?"

It seemed like his comment was more for himself than for the show he was putting on, his tone going quiet as he was lost in the feel of his hand working over his length. He ignored the flood of comments entering the chat, leaving (Y/N) only to concentrate on the sound of his voice echoing in her ears and the visual of him with his messily rucked up shirt and his flushed cock in his glistening grip. Her already slicked touch grew that much messier with her own squeaks of pleasure dying in her throat in an effort to stay quiet.

Her eyes fluttered closed as he responded to other comments, talking to his baby and his darling about how good he felt. She lost herself as she blissfully listened, her special name never being used now that he wasn't responding to her, but nonetheless his effect was felt on her body. The star of the show was the soft breaths he was letting out and the groans that reverberated through his chest and shook her own body—intimacy reigning supreme as she worked the pads of her fingers over her clit. That reoccurring visual of him tucked between her hips with his cock working through her got easier and easier to conjure with every soft moan that filtered through her ears.

She could imagine tucking her face into his neck with the slick sounds of her pussy opening to accept him inside, a sound she was substituting with the slick passes of his fist over his length. Her twiddling fingers circled her entrance in a mock tease, something she could picture him doing for her in an effort to commit to his promise of taking the night slow and spending all his time with her.

When she cracked her eyes open, she saw H keen into his own touch, a broken groan leaving his chest. The black tattoos inked on his skin stood out harshly against the burning pink that colored his chest. Her pinned gaze followed his free hand as it settled on the thick of his thigh beside the tiger's head etched into the skin. The blunt of his nails caught on the skin before he dragged them across to add a bite of clarifying pain to the bliss wrapping around his body. (Y/N) shuddered at the sight, melting into the bed under her with her back arching as she circled her clit in rough rounds. H seemed to mimic her reaction with his own spine curling upwards and his hand that had administered the mark on his thigh returned to tug at his balls in roughened pulls.

The fist curled around his length curated a quicker pace, puffs of air exhaling through his mouth that she craved to see. The butterfly on his stomach stuttered, wings fluttering as his muscles tensed and relaxed in the mounting pleasure (Y/N) matched in her own tummy. She didn't even need to dip her fingers inside, the rounds around her puffy clit bringing her closer and closer with stings of pleasure that almost felt like they were too much rattling through her body.

"Are y'close, darling? 'M so fucking close, gonna cum soon for you," H groaned, his voice holding a graveled quality like he'd just woken up despite the almost hourlong timestamp at the bottom of the stream.

(Y/N) copied the pacing of his fist over his shaft, circling her clit to match the motion of his hand. Her breathing came in harsh pants, moans dying in her throat before they could escape as she fought to keep quiet despite the pleasure tightening in her tummy. She wanted to cum with H, wanted to hear those groans that built in his chest and the spurting of his cum that he scripted to have saved for her.

"Are you close, sweetheart?"

She practically jumped at the sound of her pet name, her fingers in her panties stuttering before starting in double time as he called out to her unprompted. He wanted to talk to her, see where she was at in her own pleasure. God, that was almost enough to make her cum.

Even if he wasn't talking to her specifically like the hope in her chest yearned for, she was going to comment for him anyway.

sunflowerssweetheart: im so close h please please let me cum with you

She watched as his muscles practically liquified as he sighed, his hand tightening at the base of his cock in a rough hold before slinking upwards in tight strokes.

"I want to cum with you, too, sweetheart, can y'keep up?"

sunflowerssweetheart: i can h please

She wished she could talk to him in person during these moments; she wanted him to hear just how desperate she really was to cum with him and to see his pleasure. The keystrokes she posted for him weren't enough.

"Good," he groaned, the word stumbled between a sandwich of moans as he cupped the head of his cock in a massaging hold, "'M gonna count down, okay? And I want y'to cum wi-with me, sweetheart."

(Y/N) couldn't stop herself before a breathy promise of "Okay, okay, I will, H," fell from her lips. Still, she was quiet enough she hoped Ny wouldn't hear, but she couldn't quell the impulse to speak to him like she so craved to do in person. She didn't bother to type out a response, instead focusing her attention on the countdown H had promised her.

"Gonna start at ten, and you're gonna cum on one with me," he explained, lazy words warming her skin. She nodded as if he could see her, enveloped in the scene he was painting for her.

"Ten," he crooned, the number feeling more like a whisper as (Y/N) slicked her fingers over her clit with her eyes fixed on H, "Nine, fuck." His cock jumped in his hold as he continued down, his other hand cradling his balls that tightened against his base.

"Eight." His voice came out as something of a sigh.

"S-Seven."

Something about the fact that she was on a time limit, the sound of H's voice counting down, made (Y/N) clench around her fingers, ridges tight.

"Six." H's breath was all but gone with his skin flushed and precum sliding down his length before getting mixed in with the saliva that covered his shaft.

"Five—sweetheart, 'm so close, fuck."

(Y/N)'s hip bucked into her hand of her pet name, the circles she had committed to go around her clit dissolved into frantic smears of her fingers over the bud. She breathed in heaves of her chest, lungs drawing in the air deeply.

"Four," he rushed, the number feeling like an afterthought when he groaned almost immediately after, "'M gonna fucking cum, shit—three. Are y'ready, sweetheart? Want y'to soak your pretty fingers and panties for me—two."

With her jaw dropped and her eyes hooded, (Y/N) watched intently as his hand on his prick quickened into a blur with his muscles tensed and coiled in wait for the release he would gift himself. The folds of his sweater sat high on his chest, but (Y/N) already pitied the clean up H would have to endure to get his cum out of the fabric; this was going to be a messy one if the arching of his back and the rumbling groans were anything to go by.

"One."

Following right after the end of his countdown, H stayed true to his word and came. The spurts hit high on his chest, just barely missing the very edge of his sweater and instead painting the ink of his butterfly. His graveled voice let out soft groans with his still pumping hand milking his cock. The sight was enough to take (Y/N) to the edge, her back arching and fingers stuttering before stopping still on her sensitive bud. She mimicked the heavy breaths he let out with her muscles tensed and shaking.

Whispers of his name fell from her lips as she sunk into the down of her comforter, eyelids fluttering to a close as she floated back to earth. Her thighs were tight around her hand, pinning her fingers to her center despite the fact she was much too sensitive for the contact. Still ringing through her ears, she could hear H's own come down.

Cracking her eyes open into reluctant slits, she found that she had been right about his messy release. His cock was still tightly held in his grip but now he had ropes of cum reaching over his chest with the highest dotting over his sweater. His throat bobbed as he sucked in air to fill his crimson colored chest.

"Fuck," he whispered, a ghost of a smile audible in the word as he slowly released himself with stiff fingers. He righted himself in lethargic movements, laughing as he caught sight of his stained sweater, "Got a little messy, didn't I?"

(Y/N)'s fingers twitched at the sound of his drawling voice, drawing an aftershock to rattle through her body as she pushed on her clit. She watched through clear eyes as he reached for a baby wipe—a new addition to his set up it seemed—and cleaned off his chest and hand before tucking his member delicately back into his sweats. His recovery time lingered in the slow movements and long moments to recollect himself and even his breathing. She understood where he was coming from; without the theater and the extra layer of the dominating character he typically put on for the shows, this entire stream was built on the feeling alone that they could draw from their bodies. That kind of pleasure caused a wipe out.

Just as the time ticked to just over an hour long of the stream, H let out a tired breath of laughter. "Really did take m'time today, I guess," he smiled, pushing his sweater down to cover his chest as he drew closer to the camera for his outro, "Still, if you're not tired of me yet, 'm doing something special this weekend. I'll be posting links on my main page in a few minutes for one-on-one sessions through Monday. If y'can, I would love to have more time with you, darling."

H finished with his proper outro, requesting she wait for him before the screen cut to black with the rest of his layout emptying out until the next time he was in front of a camera. (Y/N) slipped her hand from her now soaked underwear, and replaced the lid on her laptop.

Sinking into the mattress, she shuddered her eyes and released a breath she hadn't meant to hold.

God, she needed a boyfriend.

A quirk of a smile was brought to her lips at the first coherent thought after a stream like that. Before (Y/N) could finish reveling in the pleasure and piece herself back together, a quiet knock sounded on her door. She bolted upright and plucked the headphone from her ear.

"Hey, I know you're doing homework but can you help me with the panini press? I think I broke it again," Ny called through the door, a huff to her tone at the mention of the kitchen equipment.

"Yeah, give me a second," (Y/N) responded, falling into the fluff of her bedding for a moment longer.

She just hoped her legs wouldn't shake when she got out there.

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Fall was (Y/N)'s favorite, especially the mornings, but that still didn't make her a morning person.

She awoke exhausted by the time her alarm went off so she could get to her study session with Harry. She and Ny had stayed up way too late falling down a rabbit hole of drag queen YouTube videos, keeping them up way later than (Y/N) had wanted considering she needed to try to be smart this morning. She hoped somehow Harry would be able to tick the lightbulb on in her head during this session, letting her get home by two this afternoon to nap before she and Naomi started on the night's plans.

Trudging through the campus quad, (Y/N) wrapped her heavy pink cardigan across her chest. Her bag with her laptop tucked inside was slung over her shoulder, the strap needing constant adjustment that only served to tick (Y/N) off just a hair more each time. The only pleasant thing so far had been the visual of the falling leaves around her, burnt oranges and robust reds that served an agenda of illusioned warmth. The needed distraction of her phone buzzing in her back pocket prompted her to reach for it, giving her grumped attitude a break from worrying over the strap of her bag.

Harry S. (physics)

Good morning! I saved us a table in the back of the second floor of the library by the nonfiction mystery section

(Y/N) read over the text a couple of times, trying to figure if she'd ever set foot in the 'nonfiction mystery' section of the library (wasn't that just true crime, anyway?). If she was being honest, she doesn't think she'd ever been to the second floor either—she and Ny weren't known for their stellar study habits. She could already see the building just around the corner of the English hall, hoping to somehow get a peek through the glossy windows to show where Harry had stationed them.

Stepping through the glass doors, the older librarian woman gave her a soft smile from behind the counter, a cart full of mismatched books behind her. (Y/N) reciprocated before drawing her eyes to the hanging directory that pointed her towards the staircase that would take her to the second floor. The signage that dictated which sections she was coming to pass were pasted to the side of towering book shelves. She scanned over the various study tables set up through the library, hoping to spot Harry no matter how far off base she was from his directions.

Finally, the nonfiction mystery (on the way there, (Y/N) decided it was just a fancy way to say true crime, no matter if they were shelved separately) shelves came into view. She craned her neck to peer around the organizers, finding a lone study table occupied by a familiar head of curly hair.

Harry's usual setup was sprawled in front of him, pens and highlighters and pristine notebooks taking up the rounded space. A pair of compostable coffee cups were at his right, closest to where (Y/N) planned on taking a seat—rough night, she figured, if she hadn't wanted to sleep in an extra twenty minutes she would have grabbed a cup too. A fuzzy, duckling yellow cardigan warmed his body, grey stripes running through the knit that complimented the plain black shirt covering his chest. His glasses were already perched on his nose as he read over the pages in front of him, his gaze flicking upwards when he heard her approaching steps.

A bright smile dug a pair of dimples into his cheeks, the green of his eyes especially bright against the red and orange tones running through the library. "Good morning!" he called with a wave of his hand.

"Hi," she smiled, rounding the table to the free chair beside him, "Sorry I'm a little late, it took me a second to figure out where you were."

"'S okay, no worries," he beamed, shy gaze following her as she took her spot beside him, "This is one of the harder places to find, so I figured it would be a nice spot for us to concentrate and everything."

(Y/N) nodded her head as she settled in, getting her own utensils and notes out to hopefully have Harry make sense of the work she'd put together this last month. Pulling open her file of notes, he interrupted her by pushing one of the togo cups towards her.

Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I—uh—I got y'this, by the way. I hope 's right," he mumbled, a soft smile curling his lips though nerves edged the motion.

"Oh," she chirped, brows rising as she reached for the coffee with the inscription of the order on the side: a pumpkin chai latte with almond milk and whipped cream. A bright smile spread over her lips, "Harry, this is perfect! How did you know?"

The first gratifying sip that washed over her tongue worked like magic. The warmth of the drink slipped over her body with the added layer that it had been Harry who was thoughtful enough to grab it for her making it that much better. He even got her the largest size, too. What an angel.

A bashful smile poked at his lips, Harry dropping his gaze from hers to the hands wrapped around her taupe colored tumbler. "You've brought it to class before, and I jus'... remembered, I guess," he mumbled.

(Y/N) smiled around the sip she took. Harry was sweet. Every time she thought she had him dialed, he only broke those expectations and made new ones she was sure he would pass.

"Well, thank you, Harry," she beamed, settling her cup beside his, a perfect pair, "I'll get the next one then."

He was quick to shake his head, the curls of his hair flopping over his forehead to which he used a sweater covered hand to push the strands back. "No, no, y'don't have to. 'M jus' happy I remembered it right."

"We'll see," she countered, already trying to peek at his own order so she could surprise him, "So, where should we start?"

His gaze lingered over her form, the edging of his smile only deepening as she pulled out an empty notebook that matched the green of his own (she wanted to be prepared in case he recommended a better way to take notes). There was a shift in his demeanor once he zeroed in on his own supplies, dialing into his mastered subject. A pinch appeared in his brow, "Where does it get hard for you? Where was the first place y'got lost?"

A warmth burned from under her cheeks as (Y/N) rolled her eyes, "This is embarrassing, but the first unit."

She hadn't been lying or trying to lighten the mood with the acknowledgment of her embarrassment. There was a tint of humility following her into the session over having to show someone else just how far she was falling behind. (Y/N) has always been one of the lucky ones growing up, never having to study too hard or struggle too much with information retention, no matter how informal the initial teaching was. She wasn't at the top of her class, but she was typically able to get by just fine without the help of tutors or cram sessions, so she was more than out of her element to be asking for help. Nonetheless, she needed it and Harry being the one to offer it only sweetened the deal—even if she would struggle meeting his eyes during the most obvious of questions.

Harry didn't falter for a second as he flicked through his notes, features schooled into nothing but pleasant diplomacy. "Don't be embarrassed," he prompted, "Physics can be confusing, especially if y'don't have a basic understanding. We'll start from the beginning and go from there, alright?"

(Y/N) lagged in response, her just noticing the time elapsed when Harry looked at her through his lashes and over the frames of his glasses. A small smile tugged at a corner of her mouth as she nodded, "Okay."

A pink dusted over his cheeks before he pulled his attention from his notes. Harry started off with information he didn't even have scrawled pages on, taking her to the true base knowledge that built up to the course they were taking. (Y/N) did her due diligence, writing down anything  Harry deemed vital enough for her to remember. He took his time, pausing when she needed a moment and encouraging her to ask questions if he could see them in her expression. He was already worlds better than Stanfill, even if he more often than not couldn't look her in her eyes and stumbled every few sentences when he'd catch just how intently she was watching him.

It's only halfway through the session that his phone started incessantly buzzing in his bag at his feet. The first few times weren't too distracting, Harry able to move on without so much as glancing to his feet. It's when the vibration increased to several notifications every couple of minutes, as if he were a part of a tumultuous group chat, that his concentration broke.

The pink that seemed to constantly stain his cheeks flared to a brightened red. He peered down to his feet where his school bag rested against the legs of his chair. Looking to (Y/N) with an apologetically shy perk to his lips, he reached under the table, "'M sorry, jus'—Let me... I need to get that, I think."

(Y/N) nodded in response with a bright smile on her features, "That's fine, don't worry!"

Harry's face only deepened in the red color dusting his cheeks, rolling his lips between his teeth as his eyes darted across the notifications illuminating his screen. He stroked the screen in a few long scrolls, even more buzzing coming in as he did so that put him back at the bottom of the never-ending thread. He only took a moment longer to type out a few responses, seemingly quelling the group chat before shoving his phone clumsily back in his bag where it was silenced.

"Sorry," he repeated, running a heavy hand through the swirls of hair on the top of his head before anxiously adjusting his glasses.

"It's okay, I understand," (Y/N) chirped, Harry's eyes widening a barely noticeable amount at her words, "My friends put me in group chats all the time, and they all suddenly want to talk when I'm busy."

His expression relaxed some as she finished, the stiffened set in his shoulders deflating as he exhaled through his nose. "Yeah, 's annoying, for sure," he agreed, a tight smile on his lips. He darted his attention to the first unit's worth of notes they were going to go over now that (Y/N) had something to work off of, the blush on his cheeks depleting to the near constant pink he donned.

"Did you have any questions before we move on?"

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"Thank you so much for helping me, Harry, I really needed this."

(Y/N) beamed at him as she started packing up, slipping her laptop full of comprehensive notes and study tips into her bag. The time on her phone only ticked to a few minutes past one, almost an hour before she was hoping to get home. Though they hadn't taken as long as she thought, she felt more prepared and accomplished than she had even hoped for when walking into this session. Harry was the best teacher she could have found for a subject like this; though it was obvious he was extremely smart and passionate about the material, he didn't leave her behind or think her questions too obvious to give a thoughtful response. He had helped her understand concepts up to the current unit they were to be tested over, something she thought they would have to schedule another session to go over.

"Thank you," he smiled, shy under the praise as he organized his utensils to be arranged in his bag, "'S no problem at all."

She rolled her eyes at his unnecessary gratitude though a smile bloomed on her lips at how sweet he was. "You're an amazing teacher, really," she continued, slinging her bag over her shoulder, "Stanfill better watch out because you might be next in line for his job."

Her teasing elicited an airy laugh from him as he plucked his glasses from his face and tucked them into the case. "'M pretty sure he's tenured, but we'll see."

The dimples denting into his cheeks slowly filled to match the full of his cheeks as his smile fell. He turned to face her, his own bag hanging from the broad of his shoulder as he worried his bottom lip between his two front teeth.

"Do you—or, can I—I guess—walk y'to your car?" he mumbled, worrying the strap of his bag in the large of his hands. The toes of his shoes shuffled against the grey carpeted floor at their feet, reminding her of the first time he grew the courage to talk to her after class.

(Y/N) brightened at his offer. "Yeah, I would really like that. Thank you."

Harry visibly relaxed at her acceptance, his shoulders deflating into a natural slope and his grip on his bag lessening. Though the pink on his cheeks stayed ever-present, the tone something like a permanent stain on the skin.

She let him lead the way this time, still not sure exactly how she found her way so deep into the library. By the time they reached the ground floor, this smiling librarian that had greeted (Y/N) when she first arrived perked up at her station behind the desk.

"Bye, Harry," she called, a deep smile on her face that complimented the parenthetical lines that curled around the edges.

"Bye," he answered back, a shy tint to his tone as he offered a small wave in her direction.

Once they stepped into the tepid air of the autumn afternoon, (Y/N) looked up at Harry beside her. "Do you know her? The librarian."

A short shrug of his shoulders caused his bag to slip over the fuzz of his cardigan. "Yeah, kinda. I jus' spend a lot of time there—especially m'first year here, so..."

"That's sweet," she determined, trying to fall into step with him despite the length of his strides, "She seems really nice."

"She is," he agreed fondly, a small nod of his head bringing his curls into his eyes again.

After a beat of silence, the car park visible in the distance, (Y/N) chanced another glance up at her companion for the morning. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to invite him to Willa's party. "What are you up to tonight?"

If not for the rosy tint already laced over his cheeks, (Y/N) wouldn't have noticed the way it slowly deepened to a red as she asked about his plans.

"'M working tonight."

At least she checked before offering him the invitation, (Y/N) thought. "What do you do? Do you tutor people for real or secretly write all of Stanfill's scientific journals?"

"Oh no," he shook his head, a small laugh breaching the curl of his lips, "I do some online marketing for this place off campus—like social media interactions and everything."

"That's really cool," she answered politely, not entirely sure what place around here could afford social media marketing given the area was almost exclusively funded by broke college kids. (Y/N) had secured a close parking spot at the beginning of the day, but that only meant they had reached their destination before she was ready to say bye.

Harry stopped on the sidewalk behind her as (Y/N) turned on her heel to face him as she edged towards the driver's door. "Is it okay if I text you at all this week in case I need help with anything? To prep for the test, I mean."

His shoulders jumped and chest puffed as Harry straightened his posture. A bright smile spread over his cheeks, his dimples drawing her attention. "No, no, I don't mind at all. 'M always available."

(Y/N) smiled at his enthusiasm, reaching for her car door. "Well, I'll see you on Monday then, right? Have a nice night at work."

Nodding his head, Harry's smile only deepened. "Yeah, I'll see you on Monday, (Y/N)."

From her rearview mirror, she could see him waiting on the sidewalk for her. His hands were pulled into paws made from the knit of his cardigan, his grip loose around the strap of his bag. He only left after she had pulled out of the parking lot.

—————

(Y/N) felt good about this one, she couldn't lie.

The whole week after Harry's tutoring session, she had been reviewing her notes when she could. Her clarity on the subject only grew with each read through, to the point that she didn't feel the impulse to cram the night before. That left her with more than enough time to get a good night's rest and wake up without a sour expression at the sound of her alarm.

After getting through the first round of classes earlier in the day, (Y/N) took advantage of the gap between courses to keep her promise of getting the next round of coffee on her. Walking into Stanfill's lecture hall, the pair of togo coffee cups warmed her palms (her's was nothing more than a hot chocolate while Harry's was a perfectly plain black coffee). Her eyes immediately darted to Harry's usual spot in the back.

There, his typical set up was confined to his bag, leaving only a pen at the ready to fill out the exam. Lifting his gaze from the phone in his hands, Harry caught sight of her almost immediately. The usual pink tint that colored his skin made its first appearance of the day when he caught her eyes already pinned to him.

As she climbed the stairs, Harry tucked his phone into his bag leaving only the pen on the table to twiddle with. "Hi Harry," she greeted him, edging into her own seat beside him carefully, "I promised I would get our next round, so I hope I got your order right."

His smile only brightened as she passed off the cup to him, the wide-framed glasses already perched on his nose now resting on the full of his smiling cheeks. "Oh wow, thank you," he beamed, showing more gratitude than she thought appropriate for a cup of coffee, "Y'didn't have to do this at all, thank you."

"Of course," she smiled, settling in her seat with a set up matching his own with a single black pen, "I haven't had a single panic attack about this test, and that's all thanks to you so this is the least I could do."

His nose perked with a sunburnt red dusted over the tip, "Still... thank you."

Before she could form any answer, Stanfill made his appearance. A hush fell over the unusually full class. Harry went quiet despite the way she could feel his eyes darting to her every few seconds. The professor handed out a pile of tests along the front row to be dispersed across the room.

By the time one of the waning piles made its way to Harry, he leaned over as he passed her the last remaining test.

"Good luck, (Y/N)."

She peeked a small smile at him. "Good luck, Harry," she whispered.

By the time Professor Stanfill's voice rang through the hall, officially announcing the start time, (Y/N) felt good.

Until she read the first question.

She read over the question a pair of times before even glancing at the multiple choices. The four answers listed below weren't anything she would have even guessed, making it that much worse for her. Nonetheless, she wouldn't let this one question completely throw her off; she'd read through the rest of them and answer all the ones she knew, and hopefully one of the other questions would help her figure out the solutions to the ones she missed.

Hopping through the list, scanning over the questions and their offered answers, (Y/N)'s hope slowly waned. She didn't know anything.

Even with Harry's monumental help, she knew nothing that she was suddenly being tested over.

Rolling her lips between her teeth, she tried her best to find any secluded answers hidden within other problems. Peeking to her right, she found Harry flying through the test with the multiple choices being colored in perfect bubbles. If he knew the answers, (Y/N) figured she was supposed to know them too since he taught her everything.

It was only when Harry flipped to the third page in the packet did she see the essay questions and formula breakdowns. That was when the very last of her hope drained, leaving only the warmth of the hot chocolate to keep her from going cold. How was she supposed to fill those out when she could barely navigate through offered answers?

But, she had to try something, right? She couldn't turn in a completely blank test; she'd always been pretty good at guessing, anyway.

Backtracking to the first question, she tried her hand at the complicated calculations, choosing the closest choice to her own answer. Down the line she went with minimal certainty, trying to make out some semblance of sense from the tangle that was forming in her brain. Beside her, Harry flew through the questions, fast enough that by the time she had painstakingly finished the first page, he was standing up with his bag slung over his shoulder.

He was the first to finish with a relaxed smile on his face, and a half finished cup of coffee in his hand.

With his glasses pushed up to the top of his head to hold his curls back, he scaled the staircase to the front of the hall. (Y/N) caught the quiet smile Professor Stanfill offered him as Harry started the finished pile in the bright purple tray on Stanfill's desk. She was sure he even knew that Harry had blown the entire exam out of the water.

(Y/N) watched as he lingered in the doorway. Harry caught her eye with an encouraging smile dipping a hint of his dimples into his cheeks. He offered her a private thumbs up in her direction, tipping his chin before heading out into the hall to leave her behind.

The rest of the ninety minute class (or forty-five by the time Harry had left her to her own devices) went by like humiliating torture. After edging through the multiple choices, she hesitantly flipped the page to the essay questions that taunted her. She tried her best to guess through them, recalling anything Harry might have taught her to aid in the dissection of the problems and breakdowns of the formulas.

She didn't have much hope remaining by the minute, but the singular drop she had clung to was wiped away the second Stanfill called time. Looking up from the unfinished handful of questions, (Y/N) found only three others that were in her same situation. At least they had an excuse, she decided, she didn't recognize any of them from the regular lectures so it wasn't like they had any of the notes or knowledge she should have.

(Y/N) couldn't meet Stanfill's eyes by the time she placed her test in the purple tray she had dreaded approaching since reading that first question. Still, she offered him a small smile she wasn't even sure he caught before she turned on her heel and followed the same path that she witnessed Harry forge almost an hour previous.

Sitting in her car, (Y/N) couldn't find it in herself to start the monotonous ritual of heading home right away. The high she had started the day with seemed so far away, not even the hot chocolate she barely managed to remember to take with her could sweeten her mood. How she was able to go from completely secure and confident in her knowledge to fucking herself over, she didn't know.

Today sucked.

A buzz from her phone took her attention, a grateful distraction. The notification lighting up her screen showed off a text from Harry.

Harry S.

How'd it go?!

Reading over the text only made her feel worse. Not even the smartest person in class—and probably the smartest person she knew—could make sense of anything in her head, preparing her in the smallest bit for an exam like this. It was embarrassing.

But, she wasn't going to tell him that. Not right now.

it was good i think! we'll see when grades are out !!

At least now she could go home.

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"Are you sure you don't want to come tonight? I don't want to leave you alone when you're sad," Ny pouted as she pressed (Y/N) again with one foot out the door.

"I promise I'm fine, I don't think I'd be much fun tonight anyway," (Y/N) reassured her, bundled in a too big sweatshirt and a pair of tattered sleep shorts.

While (Y/N) loved Ny, tonight was not the night to go to the Kappa Sig house and get drunk enough to moan and cry all over a bunch of people who don't care that she bombed her physics test. She'd much rather indulge in natural stress relief, instead.

"You're sure?"

"Promise," (Y/N) repeated, "Just text me if you need me to pick you up or anything."

"I will." Ny smiled though the motion leaned more towards a pout no matter how much (Y/N) tried to reassure her. "I'll tell you everything when I get home."

That drew a breathy laugh from (Y/N) before she sent Naomi off with a call to be careful and that she was looking forward to whatever stories she brought home. She reveled in the quiet that now coated the apartment, her only companions being arguing housewives with diamonds around their necks on the television. While their voices turned more and more shrill despite the lack of emotion on their frozen faces, (Y/N) sunk deeper into the worn couch cushions. At least she wasn't thinking about this afternoon.

Twisting a still drying strand of hair around her finger, now an episode and a half deep in her reality binge, she began to feel a bit antsy. The too tight fabric of her shorts brushed against her thighs in clinging runs with each shuffle of her legs. The T.V. was no longer holding her attention, making it easy for her mind to wander.

While she planned on indulging in some natural stress relief in the form of eating everything in the kitchen and listening to her music too loud while avoiding the pile of laundry sitting in her room, would it be a bit too on the nose to relieve her stress physically?

She hadn't tuned into any of H's shows in the past week, much too busy with the physics exam to find the time, but she thinks she's earned it after this morning. Abandoning her station on the worn out cushion, (Y/N) practically ran to her room. She dug her laptop out from her school bag, opening up a private tab before typing in the URL with an embarrassing amount of familiarity. She didn't even think before she signed in and searched for H's page, fingers crossed that he was planning a stream tonight and she wouldn't have to make up some elaborate fantasy in his absence. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a new post on his page, finding a declaration colored in bubblegum pink that he would be going live five minutes from now.

Clicking the link to take her to the standby screen, she took the extra time to get comfortable in her room and put herself properly in the mood. Her hair was freshly washed and drying down her back in soft tumbles with her dewy skin moisturized and exfoliated. She deserved to be touched, she decided, even if it was by her own hand. Tugging off the now bothersome shorts that covered her bottom half, the anticipation of her plans caused her panties to cling to her core with drops of warmth weeping from her center.

Now pantless, she laid in the fluffs of her messy duvet now just a minute away from seeing the man of the hour (hopefully a little longer if (Y/N) had her way) pop up on her screen. Her toes curled in the duvet in anticipation as the time ticked a minute passed his promised screen time. Suddenly, despite the way the standby screen still sat in his place, his voice rang through the earbud she had dotted in her ear.

"Hello," he greeted them, the final syllable being strung out like a song, "How are—wait m'camera isn't on, is it? I swear, one day I'll get better at this." An airy laugh filtered through the tiny speakers in her ears, washing over her body. He'd barely even started and (Y/N) was already drawn in, willing to follow him wherever he took tonight's scene.

Finally, the retro-designed screen that held all his links and premium account information flickered out of sight only to be replaced by H himself. The usual frame of him from the neck down in the romantic lighting of his setup reeled (Y/N) in, her eyes dipping over the expanse of exposed skin he was giving them from the jump. A silky, cream colored button down hung off his shoulders, completely left open to show off the tan of his skin with the inky tattoos standing out starkly against the white shirt. A thin dusting of chest hair followed the line of his chest, the curls growing sparse towards his belly button only for his happy trail to take up the job of defining the line between his abdominal muscles. His nails were colored a fresh coat of mint green, remaining splotches decorating the cuticles making it clear this was a quick manicure before the show.

He looked like an angel, she decided, an angel shrouded in golden light that performed for his worshippers. She didn't have a problem with being his disciple, not when he looked like that.

"That's better," he smiled, the curl of his lips audible in the tone of voice, "Hello, for real this time. How was your day, love? How are you tonight?"

His chat flooded with comments, many focusing on the view of his body they were given so early into the stream. (Y/N) was sure he reveled in the praise, the shift in his usual programming causing extra heaps of affection and praise to be tossed his way; if she could see his face, she was sure a smug smile would be hooked into the corners of his mouth. Despite her more colorful counterparts sending an onslaught of adoring remarks disregarding his usual line of questioning, she still felt the urge to continue their tradition in hopes she would be noticed (it was practically foreplay for her, at this point).

sunflowerssweetheart: not super good but thats okay bc im here now !:) how was ur day ?

There was a pause as he lent closer to the screen, his cross necklace dangling from his neck to catch the light. She hoped he was looking for hers.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, a buzzing sort of relief draping over her form at the sound of her pet name, "'M so sorry to hear that. Y'said you're feeling better now, though, right?"

Jittery fingers typed out her response, the keystrokes messy before she cleaned them up with the help of her backspace.

sunflowerssweetheart: yeah just tired and a little disappointed still but this is already making me feel not so bad:)

Clicking his tongue, (Y/N) could see his neck move as if H was shaking his head in reprimand at her. The thought caused a shiver to run down her spine.

"We can't have y'feeling 'not so bad', sweetheart. I like to make y'feel good, you know that."

Her breath caught as his deep voice wrapped around her pet name, a faux scolding tone tinting the words. He wanted to make her feel good—her, personally. Were shows like this supposed to feel so intimate?

"What would make y'feel good, sweetheart? 'M listening," he prompted her, his tongue lazing around the drawl of his words.

(Y/N) readied herself to type back an answer just before she saw him shift in his seat. The creamy button up she wished was her own was slowly being shrugged from his shoulders, unveiling the full of his inked arm and the bare one that boasted a light sheen as accentuated by the candle-like glow of his setup. Her eyes followed him as the top was dropped to the floor, H standing a second later to show the top of his fitted brown trousers. The star of the show was the elastic waist of his boxers that peeked out from the top of his pants, the brandname stitched across the band. The expanse of his hands dropped to the button of his pants, framed by the laurels etched into his hips like arrows directing her vision.

Swallowing thickly, she typed out her simple response, hoping he would still catch it though the chatroom was flying past without a lag time.

sunflowersweetheart: just need u daddy

"Oh," he breathed, the sound being drawn out in a lusty pull, "So, daddy'll make y'feel better? I see." His hand on his fly dragged down the top hem of his pants, opening the waistline to put the bulge in his white boxers on display. "I need y'to listen really carefully for me, then, so daddy can make y'feel good. Follow me, okay, sweetheart?"

Follow him, she did. Her eyes were pinned to the motion of his hands. He disrupted the frame that the open fly of his pants created round his covered cock, pushing them down low on his legs to leave only his boxers as the final barrier he was teasing her with. The thin fabric of the underwear left little to the imagination, showing the stiff curve in his shaft and the girthy head that leaked a pearl of precum into the fabric.

"Ready for me?"

She wished he could see just how desperately she nodded her head, how her breathing stuttered only to quicken a moment later.

The rumbles in the chatroom seemed to be enough encouragement for him, a smug laugh being let out off screen before he reached his broad hand under the waist of his underwear. The outline of his knuckles grabbing his shaft could be seen clearly through the tight fit while his other hand tugged down his boxers in a quick pull.

"'M already s'hard for you, darling, see?" he crooned with his hand fisted around the base of his dick, "Fucking hurts, almost."

The dark thatch of trimmed hair that bordered his cock stood out starkly against the white boxers, framing his hand as he made a torturously slow pass over the shaft. His prick jumped in his hand as he reached the head, a choked moan being sucked from H's chest when a drip of precum seeped from his slit. The vein vined around the underside seemed to throb under the attention.

"You know how much I'd stretch y'out, sweetheart? All the way in your tummy, right, baby?"

His own words seemed to spur him on, causing him to drag the full of his hand over his shaft in rough pulls. His green painted thumb swiped over his tip every time he reached, dragging the pearly fluid down the rest of his prick. Slick noises sounded with each stroke of his hand only to be interrupted by the sound of H's moans and breathless noises. Since he was still standing, he shifted his stance to lead with his slim hip facing the camera with his cock out in front of him.

(Y/N)'s own fingers teased the waist of her panties, dipping beneath the elastic. A layer of goosebumps rose in her wake, skimming over the soft skin between her thighs. Her folds were already slick from the words that were echoing through her headphones with her gaze pinned on H's movements.

"I'd make y'feel so much better sweetheart, make y'forget all about today," he groaned, slowing his strokes to tight tugs around his shaft, "You'd only have to think about daddy and how hard 'm fucking you."

A breathless moan was taken from (Y/N)'s throat, dropping her mouth into an open gape. Her breathing stuttered, her lower tummy jumping under the palm of her hand. She pictured him above her, lining his cock along the curve of her tummy to show just how far inside he would reach, a visual that caused her hole to clench around nothing. God, she was happy Ny was out.

She hadn't even realized her eyes had fluttered shut until she heard H's voice ring out in a heady groan, his hand stroking faster and harder along the stiffness of his cock. He had moved to sit comfortably in the office chair fixed in front of the camera, giving a full view of each of his ministrations. The large of his free hand expanded over his bare thigh, fingers denting into the ink of his tiger tattoo as the tight ring of his fingers worked over his length. The dim light that illuminated his setup worked into a romantic glow that glinted off of his tanned skin, each of his movements and the flexing of his muscles being highlighted.

"Oh, fuck me, sweetheart," he groaned, his hand visibly tightening as he reached the head of his cock, "Tell daddy how good y'feel."

Slipping her fingers inside her clenching hole, (Y/N) tried to emulate the passes of his hand over his prick. She wanted to fake the intimacy, weave her story as if he really were fucking her like he promised. The chat below his stream was going crazy, running too fast for her hooded gaze to catch (not that she wanted to look away from H, anyway). Still, she knew he was expecting a response from her if the use of sweetheart was anything to go by.

sunflowerssweetheart: feel s good daddy my fingers arent you but im trying:(

"Oh I know, sweetheart," he cooed a softly mocking tone, legs widening as he quickened his pace, "Your fingers can't replace m'cock, but y'still feel good, right? That's all I want. Daddy feels s'good thinking about you, sweetheart."

A thicker stream of his precum seeped from his slit, dripping over his length and his fingers nestled under the head. With her fingers tucked inside and her palm smeared over her clit, (Y/N) felt like she couldn't breathe at the sight. The fact he was doing this based off the kind of day she had, all of his dirty talk littered with the name he had picked just for her, was bringing her closer to the edge than she thought possible so quickly.

"Daddy," she moaned, voice breathy and pitched as she sunk into her sheets. Her skin was flush from the humid air that seemed to settle over her body, with her fingers soaked to the knuckle inside of her. This was so much better than going out.

"Gonna cum with me?" he breathed, H's voice filtered through her earbuds in lazy pulls, "Gonna cum with your pretty fingers stuffed inside? Cum for daddy, sweetheart."

Her hold clenched around her pumping fingers, his words echoing in her head while her eyes couldn't be torn from his stroking hand.

sunflowerssweetheart: yes yes yes i want you to cum with me daddy please pl ease

"You're so cute, sweetheart," his hips bucked roughly into his hand, thighs and stomach tensed under his tanned, sweaty skin, "You're gonna wait for daddy, then?" H sunk deeply into his chair, everything just under his chin now in frame, though his heaving chest and stroking hand was what kept her attention. He fucked up into his hand every few strokes with his fist tight around his length and his palm spanning over the thick of his thigh. "You'd let me cum inside, right, sweetheart? Fill y'up and let it leak out."

sunflowerssweetheart: i would daddy i would i want that so bad please

His throat bobbed, his cross necklace shining in the thin smattering of curls in the middle of his chest. He focused his attention on the tip of his prick, swiping his thumb headily over his slit as he cupped the sensitive nerve endings. "Fuck—'M gonna cum soon. Cum with daddy, sweetheart, cum with me."

Her hand in her panties worked in rapid motion; her palm was pressed deeply against her clit with her fingers buried in her weeping hole. (Y/N) tried her best to keep her eyes open, her attention fixed on H as he performed the last act of his show, but the second the first spurt of his cum pumped from his cock, her vision dimmed. She came with him as she moaned into her empty bedroom, his voice echoing into her ears. Her head was thrown back into her pillows, neck bared with her back arched. Her hips raised to meet her hand even harder, fucking up into the vision of H pumping into her she had in her mind.

Forcing herself to crack open her eyes, she saw her performer still pumping his cock with his bare chest now covered in a different pearly sheen than he had started the stream with. Aftershocks wracked through her body as her fingers stroked the soft spot within herself, unable to hold back as she looked at him. Her voice was left in tatters as only breathy moans and deep inhales sounded through her throat.

In tandem, she was able to regain full consciousness as H came down himself. Though his limbs were shaky, chest shining from the remnants of his release, he still cleaned himself up. (Y/N) pulled her hand from her panties, listening intently for the outro that would work as her aftercare for the evening.

With his cock now tucked back into his white boxers, H righted himself in his chair. His chest was still a flushed pink, heaving under his deep breaths as he started his goodbyes. "I adore y'so much, sweetheart. Thank y'for spending your night with me. I'll be back soon, wait for me."

He lingered for a moment, the chat yearning for a second performance before the stream blacked out. The tip meter emptied along with the thread, leaving (Y/N) in a crumpled mess in the puffs of her disastrous sheets around her. Blinking up at the ceiling, she tried to catch her breath.

She probably needed to do some laundry after this.

Her body lagged after her decision, allowing her a moment longer to lay in bed before she shucked her soaked underwear from her legs. Though she moved slowly, she was definitely relaxed; thoughts of this morning had all but disappeared over the last hour. Even the thought of doing laundry didn't bother her, muscles relaxed and mind working through a pleasant haze that left her in too good of a mood to be dampened.

As she collected her sheets with the shorts and underwear she had abandoned, a notification dinged from (Y/N)'s laptop. She opted to ignore it for a moment, figuring she would check her phone for the text message after she had the washer started. But, the notification never transferred onto her phone like usual.

With the washing machine rumbling from down the hall, (Y/N) plucked up her half closed laptop. Her eyes widened when she realized where the notification had come from.

It was the cam-site.

Sure, she'd received impersonal messages before from chat bots promoting sales on premium content or new creators that were apparently a big deal, but those were few and far between. Especially after she refused the dozens of popups asking if she wanted to add her credit card information for more 'arousing' content. This was different.

Opening up her inbox, she found it was a message from H, the notification entitled One (1) Unread Message from TreatPeopleWKisses!

This was nothing more than another automated message, right? Maybe he had sent out another promotion for one-on-one sessions this weekend.

Double clicking on the link, the page opened up to a new thread she never dreamed of making.

treatpeoplewkisses: hi! im sorry to hear you had a bad day. i hope i was able to make you feel a little bit better!:)

(Y/N) didn't know what to say back. This was not something she ever thought she'd deal with, no matter how often her lusty thoughts had urged her to message him out of desperation. How was she supposed to respond to him, especially after the stream they had just experienced together?

sunflowerssweetheart: you really did actually!! thank u for acknowledging all of my comments and everything:) good show!

She immediately cringed after she pressed send, rethinking each word as she reread it. How was she able to come off so stiff and uncomfortable considering the things she's already said to him in front of other viewers with such ease?

treatpeoplewkisses: of course! let me know if you ever need anything:) can't have my sweetheart feeling sad

Though she had already kind of collected that she was his sweetheart, this confirmation made her heart beat faster and her eyes widen. With shaky fingers, she keyed back a quick response before this went any further.

sunflowerssweetheart: thank u h:) can i ask about one on one pricing then??

treatpeoplewkisses: don't worry about any of that, sweetheart. this is just for us, so its on me:)

Maybe, she wouldn't have to wish to meet him anymore, not if this kept up.

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(Y/N) had been dreading the following Wednesday since the day she bombed her test. She knew Stanfill was going to be releasing grades by then and she didn't want to know just how lowly she'd scored. Even just hearkening back to last Friday's session gave her a spike in anxiety. Ny had been the best distraction she could have asked for since she confessed how poorly she felt about the exam, the entire weekend then filled with activities designed to distract. Even when Monday rolled around, her roommate did her best to divert (Y/N)'s attention with her own problems she was having with the meddling she was doing in the love life of one of the baristas at Caffeine Dreams. (He didn't ask for help, (Y/N) knew that, but Ny couldn't help but scheme even if the plots rarely worked in her favor). But, Wednesday nights were now reserved for Naomi's study group, leaving (Y/N) alone when the notification from her student portal came through

It took her another ten minute before she grew the courage to open the app, (Y/N) too busy wallowing in her anxiety to take the plunge right away. When she finally flicked open the notification and let her eyes dart across the numbers depicted as her grade, she couldn't even fully compute her official standing but she knew the red hue was not a good sign. She didn't want to sound dramatic, but in all honesty, she was devastated. She had such high hopes for this exam, never having felt so prepared in a subject she struggled so heavily with. The low score only served to taunt her, tainting the somewhat pleasant day she'd had. Maybe she wasn't as smart as she thought she was.

(Y/N) had only gotten a full five minutes of wallowing in before another notification shook the phone in her palm. It was a text. From Harry. Because of course it was.

Harry S.

Stanfill just posted results for the exam! How did you do?!

She knew it was never Harry's intention to embarrass her or make her feel inferior in any sense of the word, but she didn't feel anything but stupid as she read over his message. Part of her wanted to keep up the act she had started when he texted her after the test last Friday; that she had done as well as she expected and could avoid confessing just how much of a failure she was again. She didn't know if she was up to telling him how easily she had wasted his time, the study sessions doing nothing to make the connections she needed.

But, the rest of her knew that Harry would never make her feel less than—he'd probably try to see the bright side in it, more than anything. She could picture him messaging back, telling her that sure, maybe she did fail but at least it wasn't a zero! She figured she could use a little of that blind optimism.

(Y/N) hesitated for only a moment before dissolving to tell Harry the truth.

i bombed:(

The bright blue bubble stood out starkly against the plain black background of her messages, only to be joined a second later with the three grey dots appearing in the bottom corner.

Harry S.

Really?

(Y/N) didn't offer any kind of response other than a cropped screenshot of her grade, displaying the red numbers for him to clearly see. This time the dots returned only to react like a glitch as they disappeared and reappeared every few seconds. He seemed to finally decide on what to say as a short message was sent through.

Harry S.

I'm so sorry (Y/N) I thought we had gone over everything you needed last week. I'm so so sorry

While she had guessed he would offer a heaping dose of healthy positivity, she figured this was a bit more fitting. In true Harry fashion, he was taking credit for her failure. She knew that if she had passed and thanked him for his help, he would have easily deflected and given her all the praise. Because he was sweet like that. That was the only thing that had managed to cause a smile to break her features since learning her fate.

its not ur fault at all dont apologize!! i just didn't know any of it and that's not ur fault

Harry S.

Are you going to talk to Stanfill about a retake?

(Y/N) almost shuddered at the thought of going through those ninety minutes again. Harry wouldn't be there for even ten minutes this time, properly leaving her to the wolves. She didn't know if she could do it. Anyway, who's to say she would do any better a second time; maybe the questions would be switched up or reworded, but she doubted they'd be any less confusing.

i probably should but idk if it'll do any good tbh

Harry S.

We could study some more! Go over everything that was on the test or that you wanted more help on!

When (Y/N) didn't respond right away, another text came through.

Please. I want to make this right

He didn't have to make anything right, as he did nothing wrong to begin with, but (Y/N) couldn't turn him down. She not only needed the help, but it was a bit too easy to picture Harry with his brow cinched and lip bitten in guilt. No matter if she told him it was none of his fault, she knew he wouldn't believe it in his sensitive heart.

do u want to meet up at the library tonight then???

Harry S.

Yes! I just got out of class if youre free?

(Y/N) peeked at the time on the top corner of her phone. She had nothing to do for the rest of the night considering Ny wouldn't be home and she didn't have the energy to do anything but nap away her problems. The thought of seeing Harry in his cozy sweaters with the soft green of his eyes looking at her with a lack of frustration she would have expected from someone as smart as him to be teaching someone like her, made her insides warm. If he was willing to help, she shouldn't turn him down.

yeah ill be there in 20 min ! thank u harry

She really hoped he understood how much she really meant that declaration of gratitude. Even if he didn't, she'd get a chance to tell him in person soon. She only hoped she could get it out before she cried in humiliation when she remembered how bad her grade was.

Harry S.

I'll go save our table then!! Thank YOU:) drive safe

Of course, he said thank you. Because he was cute.

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Now that she knew where she was going, (Y/N) found what she was now considering their table in the back of the second floor of the library with ease. Harry sat there with a searching expression twisting his features, a warm cup of hot chocolate on the table in lieu of his usual study materials. His hair was mussed with his glasses thrown messily on the top of his head to hold back the curls as he scanned his worried gaze across the stacks. The second he caught sight of her, his bitten lips downturned into a sympathetic frown.

"I'm sorry, Harry," she said as soon as she reached their table, letting her own thoughts spill now that she wasn't sitting alone in her apartment, "I'm sorry, I wasted your time. I thought I knew everything I needed. And, I'm sorry for making you come out here again." She swallowed around the tightness that was developing in her throat.

A heavy crewneck was draped over Harry's form, the toes of his white Vans peeking out from the flared denim on his legs as he looked up at her with worry lines marring his forehead. He shook his head, disrupting the curls that swirled over his forehead and almost knocked his glasses off, "Don't be sorry. Don't have to be sorry for anything; y'didn't waste m'time, and you're not making me be here at all. We'll jus' try harder this time and go over anything you can remember that tripped you up on the exam, don't worry."

Dropping her bag, it laid dead at her feet with a few of her books toppling out as (Y/N) fell into her seat with the same heaviness dragging her down. She all but curled into herself where she sat, shoulders falling as her hands came to cradle her flushed face. (Y/N) rubbed at her scrunched eyes with none-too-gentle fingers, already sensing the burn that was building behind them, "I'm so dumb."

Her whispered words drew Harry closer, his form just visible from the corner of her shrouded vision. She couldn't look at him directly when she knew he would have that puppy-sweet sympathetic look on his face. "You're not dumb, (Y/N). This kind of stuff is hard, you know that."

"Then why are you able to understand it so well, and I can barely grasp the basics?"

She didn't mean to be so argumentative when he was only trying to help her and console the threat of tears behind her eyes, but this whole situation was a little too embarrassing for her to be pleasant. Nonetheless, her cloudy mood didn't deter Harry at all from his mission of reassurance.

"Because I've spent way too much time with this subject, (Y/N). It's easy to understand when it's all you do," he said, a soft smile evident in his quiet tone.

Peeking at him through the cracks in her fingers, she found Harry with a boyish curl on his lips and soft eyes that pleaded with her to believe him. If someone like him couldn't even get her to retain some of the most basic information on this subject, she didn't know where she was supposed to go from here.

Taking her hands from her face, she let the full of her emotions be told from her face. "I just feel so stupid and embarrassed. I thought I was going to do so good, and I couldn't even finish the test, Harry. The last two pages were blank because the multiple choice tripped me up so bad—and that's supposed to be the easy part!" Before she could help herself, a sheen of tears lacquered over her eyes and warped the edges of her vision.

(Y/N) shook her head in an effort to somehow put off her tears, the tips of her fingers coming to rest under her eyes in an attempt to catch the drops that threatened to fall. Beside her, Harry deflated in his spot.

"Don't be embarrassed, (Y/N), you're not stupid. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about, really," he cooed, reaching for her before hesitating. He worried his eyes over her form, the first line of tears escaping down her cheek catching his attention before he bit his bottom lip between his teeth. "Can I..."—he paused with a swallow, his shaky hand reaching cautiously towards the line of her shoulders—"Can I hug you?"

She didn't even hesitate before (Y/N) nodded her head, wishing for his worried look to dissipate. Very carefully, Harry carefully draped his arm over her shoulders, scooting himself to the very edge of his chair to be as close to her as he could manage. His movements were unsure and slow, hesitation clear on his features as if he wasn't sure he was touching her right. (Y/N) barely heeded his caution, readily welcoming him and the warmth of his body. She twisted to face him with the full of her form. Her knees knocked against his own in her rush to accept his affection. Harry didn't back off an inch as she jostled him, not even when she melted into him in a mess of limbs. Her arms wrapped around his middle with her cheek laid on his shoulder. Harry stiffened for just a second before he laid his arms fully around her, hugging her just like he promised.

The cover of the bookshelves around them made the moment that much more intimate, cloaked in their private corner. (Y/N)'s tears were fleeting though the comfort she drew from Harry wasn't something she was willing to let go of, especially not when she felt the soft of his cheek pillowed on the top of her head.

"'S gonna be okay, (Y/N), I promise. You're not dumb, and you've got no reason to be embarrassed about that exam. We're going to work on this, and figure out what tripped you up so y'can be ready. This retake is going to be easy, I promise." His hands on her back worked up a hesitant rhythm, running in careful strokes over the planes of her form.

"As easy as it was for you?" she sniffled.

"Easier." The smile in his tone was clear despite the volume being nothing but a whisper. "We'll take all the time y'need to feel ready; jus' tell me when and I'll be there. I don't mind helping you; there's nowhere else I'd rather be."

It was easy to believe him when he held her like this.

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"Hey, where were you?"

The sight of Naomi balled up in her preferred recliner with a dinner of pizza bagels greeted (Y/N) as she locked the apartment door behind her. The blonde shag of Ny's hair was scooped into a clumsy bun on the top of her head, eyes wide with relief now that her friend was home. She watched after her as (Y/N) practically floated to her room with her school bag in tow like an afterthought.

Kicking off her shoes in her room, (Y/N) shouted through the open door, "I was at the library with Harry."

A smile perked itself on her lips at the sound of his name. If she concentrated hard enough, she could feel the ghost of his arms around her and the soft of his cheek squished on the top of her head. He had been unbelievably gentle with her the whole afternoon, making it hard to say goodbye to him after he walked her to her car. The best part about it all was that he never once belittled her or made her feel silly after she recovered from her breakdown; he didn't look at her with a precious glaze over his eyes, or dance around when she grew frustrated. He was the best (and cuddliest) study buddy she could have asked for.

"Was your grade as bad as you were scared it was, then?" Ny called, breaking her from the memories of Harry's phantom hold.

"It was," (Y/N) confirmed, eyes dropping to her bag where it lay on the floor with the heavily highlighted notes Harry lent her to study in her extra time. A smile cracked at her features as she thought about the way he offered them to her with a shy curl of his lips. "So, he's helping me study for the retake."

She emerged from her room free of her school materials though the smile on her face remained with thoughts of her tutor. When Ny hadn't responded by the time (Y/N) took her usual spot on the worn corner cushion of their couch, she chanced a look in her direction. The blue of Ny's eyes were squinted at her with a smile fighting at the corners of her lips.

"What's got you all smiley, then?"

"Nothing," (Y/N) deflected with a shrug, "I'm just relaxed, finally, that's all."

The housewives on their television that were gearing up to fight over an expensive dinner weren't enough to distract her roommate when she looked at her with sparks in her eyes. "You like him, don't you!"

"I don't know, maybe," (Y/N) countered, not even bothering trying to hide her smile anymore. She tucked her hands into her lap, fingers playing a lovestruck game as she spoke, "We've only really talked about class and stuff, but, Ny, he's so cute. He's always wearing these soft sweaters, and he's so smart and so nice. Today, I kind of had a breakdown when I got to the library about my grade, and you know how some people who are that smart can be really condescending? Harry's not like that at all. He's really kind and was so gentle with me today, and he's just... nice to be around, I don't know how to say it. I don't really think I'm much his type, but I really like spending time with him."

The whole time Ny listened with a bright smile on her face, nibbling at her pizza bagel like it were popcorn at the movies. But, when (Y/N) confessed her assumption about what Harry's type may be, the grin dropped. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugged, already familiar with the idea that even if she liked Harry, there was a high chance he wouldn't feel the same. "I doubt I'm his first candidate considering he had to teach me the same stuff twice. I don't think I'd be a very entertaining date for someone like him."

"As if he cares! When did you meet up at the library with him anyway?"

"Around one, I think. Why?" (Y/N)'s brows cinched to meet in the middle at the hard detour Ny made in conversation.

"(Y/N), I'm pretty sure he left in the middle of his class to meet up with you," she started, her dinner abandoned on the paper plate on her lap, "He almost knocked me over when he came out of Cleary's room right when you texted me that you wouldn't be home for a while. I think he was going to meet you."

"No, he told me that he had just been dismissed from class," (Y/N) countered, not wanting to cling too hard to the hope Naomi was braiding together.

"Nope, Kylee's in that lecture and she doesn't get out until 2:15. I saw him pretty much sprinting to the library right when it sounds like you were meeting him," Ny stated pointedly, "I think he dropped everything to see you. So, to me at least, that means you have a good chance of being his 'type'."

(Y/N) allowed herself to steep in the idea that he may have the same eagerness to be around her as she did him. She couldn't wait for the next study session, she decided. Maybe she'd have to stop complaining about H being the closest thing she had to a boyfriend.

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momentum is the motivation an object has towards its intended target

a...lot happened in this one GHSIHFSUH this is the longest part in the whole piece I think so thank u for taking the time! please please lmk what you think of the series so far! thank u smsmsmms for reading and sorry for any mistakes! lmk if u have any predictions or ideas about the rest of the piece or anything else !

i live for gravity!h

he’s so cute and hot at the same time we love a versatile king ❤️‍🔥🙄

gravity

(y/n) hated physics while harry loved it, but both of them have a couple of secrets.

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College sucks.

(Y/N) knew that from the second she had to pay for books that should have been provided given the extravagant amount she paid in tuition. Her viewpoint was only reaffirmed when she attended lectures for mandatory courses that had nothing to do with her major, with professors who didn't care whether or not she was comprehending the material. All she was really doing here was getting a fancy piece of paper with a seal on it in hopes of being taken seriously when looking for a job.

It only sucked worse when she felt like she was failing, and barely saw the roommate that had promised to keep her sane through the entire experience.

That was how (Y/N) found herself drunk and alone on a Friday night.

To be fair, she was having a lot more fun than she would have thought considering she was not a talented bartender and the vodka cranberry she messily mixed in her kitchen tasted of sweetened rubbing alcohol at first sip.

Loud music was blaring through the apartment (or at least as loud as she knew she could get away with, considering her neighbors weren't too keen on the college experience), with every door left wide open throughout the space. The apartment felt bigger through her hooded vision, her clumsy choreography feeling like a grandiose production with the make-believe partner she conjured out of the Kacey Musgraves lyrics that floated throughout every room.

It was only when she remembered she was alone that she wished so badly there was someone with her. Someone to hold her like Kacey described, to kiss and touch over her body in loving runs. That was when the fog in her mind took on a rosied tint, a yearning feeling aching to trace out the form of another.

She blamed it on the alcohol, and the fact she had been single for far too long. Since she was alone—something she had started the night grateful for—she became a little too aware of the lusted shift her thoughts were taking and how much she wished she had someone else there to relieve the ache that was sparking between her thighs. (This happened often when she drank. She was a loving and affectionate drunk, making the absence of another glaringly obvious to her).

(Y/N) didn't have even half the mind to be embarrassed as she dug around for her laptop in her room, too preoccupied by the tipsy lens she was seeing the world through, and the longing that had settled in her stomach. After finding her treasure, she settled herself on the wrinkled mess that was her bedding, and opened a familiar browser. It was a little too instinctive as she typed in the familiar website, but she couldn't find it in her to care when the lazy thoughts floating through her mind were urging her to find any kind of release.

That was how she found herself on a cam-site.

Truly, it had been a slip of the finger. All she had tried to do was click on the minuscule 'x' tacked in the corner of a shady pop-up ad on a much more legit site, but her lagging response time made it that much harder to react before she was being directed to a completely different site.

This one lacked the typically dark grey and black shading that other explicit sites utilized. This one used a green based layout, leaving the attention to be placed on the rows and rows of thumbnails dotting her screen. Across the main page, the site boasted a channel of over fifty-thousand different performers, making it easy to find something 'to your liking'. The small boxes that filled out the screen displayed different people in various states of undress (or in outfits (Y/N) wasn't aware were made in real life), some with their faces cut out of frame and others feeling no need to hide their identity. They were all stilled into a single scene from their 'stream', as it was labeled under the tile, some performing acts that she hadn't known were physically possible. Once she realized what it was that she had been loaded onto, she pulled back with a gasp.

She had never been on a cam-site before; the idea of paying a stranger to get off on camera while she lurked on the other side with complete anonymity felt a bit too sleazy to make her comfortable or turned on. Fully intending to backpedal onto the familiar site she had accidentally left, (Y/N) barely swept her lagging eyes over the expanse of the site, her fingertips lazily tracing over the touchpad to take her back.

Until she saw one tile of a person just sitting there.

It was a short view of a man's chest, the frame cutting off at his neck to give the full of the attention to his seated body with his torso the main focus. He was sat in something that emulated the office chair that she had pushed into her desk in her room, nothing especially pornographic about the set up; even the dimmed lights in the background denoted nothing other than a quiet night in. He wasn't undressed as far as she could tell from the pixelated view she was given into his video. A gauzy button-up was stretched across the broad of his shoulders, the fabric thin and left unbuttoned enough to show a pair of birds tattooed below his collarbones and something that could either be a butterfly or an octopus on his tummy given the quality of the thumbnail. He even had his pants on.

More than anything, the lack of lewd acts and scandalous dressing made her curious. Maybe it wasn't required that you do anything explicitly sexual during your stream.

Her decision tasted like cranberries saturated in vodka as she rerouted her finger on the touchpad and instead tapped on the username that was spelled out under the tile. It only took a second before his profile popped up. The page shared the same layout as the main site; a plain sage green base backing the much more customized personal page that displayed his information.

His screen name—treatpeoplewkisses—was highlighted in a golden yellow across the top. The details of his profile generated underneath. Most of the categories were left vague; only a country filling in his location, and a single letter (H) giving him a name. What looked to be a screenshot or a still from one of his videos acted as his profile picture, the setting similar to what she saw as he was sat in his dimly lit base with a barely buttoned top on with the black of his tattoos shining through the fabric. A green dot beside his user confirmed that he was online. A stream of posts made up the rest of his page, the most recent status making a claim that he was LIVE NOW! with a bright pink link that had been shared a little over ten minutes ago.

(Y/N) felt a pit in her tummy as she pressed the link. Something like guilt blinked through the vodka-induced haze, feeling odd to be viewing someone so intimately while she didn't have to share a thing. But, she reasoned with herself, if that wasn't something he was comfortable with, he wouldn't be on this site. Besides, as far as she could tell, he wasn't doing anything like his counterparts on the site, so she might not be seeing anything explicit anyway.

Nevertheless, she didn't stop as the screen loaded, directing her to the stream she had only gotten a glimpse of on the start page. Her laptop filled out to a new setup with the main video displayed in the center with the boy she had seen still sitting in his comfortably lit room and his ethereally thin top. Beside the video was a chat stream, where all comments were shown in response to anything he said or did. A thermometer-like bar was plastered on the other side, displaying how much money he had already made that night with a goal tacked to the top of the bar. In the ten minutes since he had gone live, he had already made a hundred dollars with the promise of more coming in if the range of comments had anything to do with it.

His—H's—throat bobbed around words she couldn't hear with gentle expansions of his chest under his shirt as he breathed, nothing at all like the wild extremes that had been sandwiched around him on the main page. She worked on something like autopilot as she turned up the volume on her laptop, wanting to know what was getting the comments flooding in faster than she could catch.

Maybe it was the alcohol-induced lag going on in her head, but all (Y/N) could register for a moment was how deep and inviting his tone was as it washed over her. He had drawn her in in a matter of seconds.

He seemed to be responding to comments, though the tone he used made it feel like he was talking to only her; answering questions she had forgotten she asked and responding to compliments she wordlessly gave. He was good at what he was doing. Even without his face in the shot, it felt like he was speaking only to her, as if there wasn't a hoard of comments streaming through at every pause

"'M happy you're having a good night, darling. Thank you for letting me be a part of it."

He spoke low and slow enough for her to register through the haze in her mind, the words dripping over her like honey. What kind of dreamboat was this? And how did he exist on a site like this?

No matter whatever direction this stream took, she was sure actors of any kind wished they could procure a relationship like this with viewers; something personal enough to keep them coming back for more no matter the content.

(Y/N) leaned in, listening intently as H let out a breathy laugh that filtered through her speakers, the sound deep and rich like the rest of him. She could only imagine the kind of smile that stretched across his lips in conjunction with the sound. She wished she knew what the color of his lips were.

"Is that what the mood for tonight is? Well, I won't keep y'waiting, I know it's been a long week, love."

Her eyes only widened as he joined in on the tradition of the site he was registered on, making a slow show of unbuttoning the remaining bindings on his top and revealing the full of his chest to the camera. All the while, he entertained comments and kept her listening while her eyes were fixed to the fluid and comfortable motions he made over his body.

It was that easy to get her hooked.

She couldn't—and didn't want to—find any will to exit from the stream, even when he progressed to taking the stripping up another level by taking off his pants. She was transfixed on him and his ability to make the entire experience much too personal considering the nature of the transaction. It was effortless how he drew her in, doing nothing other than using the body of his voice and indulging in his own pleasure.

And, god, he was just hot.

His voice was entirely too warm to be that of a stranger she had never met and she'd never have the opportunity to hear in person. He touched over his body with the assurance that no matter what he did, it wasn't only for him, that he knew exactly how much his viewer liked it and he would make sure he wasn't the only one feeling good in the experience. The cherry on top was the fact that in that first stream, as if she wasn't already a sucker for him, he called himself daddy. He moaned around the honorific, teasing and beckoning her in to join him in his scene and to help him work his cock and take all he had to give her.

She knew she would be coming back when he ended the stream, chest a flushed red and his hand wrapped in a towel as he cleaned himself up, with a declaration of affection: "I adore you." He didn't log off until he requested for his viewers to wait for him, as if she had any plans otherwise at that point.

He was intoxicating in every sense of the word. More even than the vodka cranberry she had drank through that first night she found him.

That had been only the first time she had indulged in his stream.

(Y/N) only relented to making an account on the site when she had visited his page for the third time (second time sober). She felt a bit guilty to be viewing his content for free when it was clear this was an opportunity for him to make money through the tips that poured through and filled the meter to the side of the video. But, she found her own way to support him once she was comfortable: she commented in the chat stream. She was much more tame than others, but she did enough to let him know that he was appreciated by her. That she liked him.

It was lame to say, especially out loud, but H had become the consistent man in her life and she liked that she was granted with the privilege of being a part of the fantasy of his stream. He made it that much easier, even in the short amount of time since she had stumbled onto his page, to get through classes with something to look forward to when she was burnt out. He made getting off a lot more fun, if she was being honest, even if he was nothing more than a fantasy that played out on her laptop screen.

She was never going to meet him anyway, so she was free to pine over him, she decided. No harm done.

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(Y/N) loved her roommate with her whole heart.

Naomi had been her best friend since their freshmen year and was the one person she knew she could live with without jeopardizing their friendship in the process. She had even enrolled in a physics course—something outside of her required credits—just because Ny needed to take it and was scared of going alone. (Y/N) loved her like a sister.

But, god, she fucking hated her sometimes.

After (Y/N) had gone through all the trouble to get signed up for the physics course she didn't need, and even gone through syllabus week and prepared herself to work with something that was entirely out of her wheelhouse, Ny dropped the class. The worst part was that she hadn't even bothered to let (Y/N) in on the secret until the deadline had passed. Her apology was given in the form of a pair of guilty puppy dog eyes staring at her as Ny pleaded with her to not be angry and that she would do all their laundry for a month to make it up to her. ((Y/N) managed to up the deal to two months before she accepted).

That was how (Y/N) found herself walking alone to the science building, trekking the dreaded route to Prof. Stanfill's room. It wouldn't have been so bad if she felt any semblance of comfort in the course and the material, but (Y/N) hated her physics class almost as much as she hated Ny the day she confessed she dropped the class.

She had always known the sciences weren't her strongest suit, but this was on another level. No matter how many times she tried to understand the direction the lesson was taking, notes dutifully pulled up on her laptop, nothing seemed to help the confusion that settled over her as soon as Stanfill started his lecture.

Not only did the material go entirely over her head, but she was almost halfway sure her professor was actually just a walking robot. From the moment she sat down—attendance was a huge part of her grade unfortunately, otherwise she would have skipped almost every session—, she was assaulted with his monotone voice and the too-small projector he had displaying dated notes she was sure he hadn't updated since the nineties. The worst part was that she didn't even need to be there; this wasn't advancing her any closer to her degree, but it was too late.

Now, she was stuck with Professor Stanfill and a file on her laptop full of useless notes.

(Y/N) did her best to make the most of it, finding anything to comfort her through the class and make it somewhat easier to process. Whenever she could, she made the trip to get some sweetened coffee to bring with her. She never made a huge effort to look put together for the class either, opting for sweaters that accommodated the weather outside and she could get away with napping in when she made it home. She had also claimed an aisle seat in one of the further rows in the back, closest to the door. As soon as class was dismissed, she took full advantage of the prime spot to bolt out of there as quickly as possible.

That's how her Monday had started as she walked into the lecture hall, a comfy sweater wrapped around her form and a too-hot coffee warming her palm. She dropped her bag beside her preferred chair, pulling her laptop out onto the bench style table top that lined the amphitheater of seats. The space beside her was occupied by the boy with the kind smile that had taken the chair after Ny dropped the course.

He was another of the small things that made getting through the session just a bit easier, despite the way (Y/N) hadn't ever had a real conversation with him in the last month they'd been seatmates. Even with the lack of conversation, he had been nice enough to offer her a pen the first day (Y/N) had walked in alone as a flustered mess after Ny had confessed her secret. He regularly gave her soft smiles and whispered short thank you's whenever she passed down worksheets or let him scoot behind her when he was on his way out. He was a good seatmate to have; kind, quiet, and consistent.

He—Harry? Or his name could be Edward, she's honestly not sure and she feels too bad to ask considering she felt like she should know by now—was the coziest person she'd seen around campus, too. Every session he showed up in some variation of a chunky cardigan or sweater (today's knit was a large orange mess of thick yarn, the color deep enough to resemble a pumpkin's rind), wide-legged pants, and a pair of scuffed Vans that looked well loved. Varnish was always painted over his nails, the polish sticking around for two weeks before he had something new glimmering at his fingertips (this week's was a warm brown color with glittery gold accents). Before every lecture, he pulled his glasses from his bag to perch the wide frames on the bridge of his nose.

What (Y/N) had noticed first about him was just how smart Harry was. It was clear in the way he took his dutiful, color-coordinated notes, and the way he breezed through exams with the near perfect scores on lab write-ups. His notes were handwritten in a pristine notebook that, if (Y/N) hadn't known better, she would have assumed it had never been used. Compared to (Y/N)'s typed version, his were levels above even with the somewhat messy nature of his writing. She wouldn't be surprised if he was on the dean's list every semester with the university throwing money at him in hopes of keeping his attendance lest he choose somewhere more Ivy League. She looked forward to the speech he would give at graduation as top of their class.

If she couldn't have Ny with her, she was happy to have someone like Harry seated with her.

(Y/N)'s attention shifted when Professor Stanfill dimmed the lights and projected his notes across the canvas hung at the front of the room. No introduction was offered as he dove into this lecture's subject. She was always left a bit scrambled to catch up with him, though she knew beside her Harry had his hands busy already finding value in whatever Stanfill was saying.

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"Bye Ny! Text me if you need anything!"

Naomi tossed her promises and goodbyes over her shoulder before leaving in a flash of shaggy blonde hair to meet with a couple of friends for a study group. (Y/N) basked in the silence that settled over the apartment for a moment, her muscles decompressing.

After her physics class, she had immediately gone home and tried her best to get through some homework and even attempted to sort through her physics notes in hopes of rearranging them to make any sense. With all the added work, she felt like she hadn't left campus in over ten hours despite the comfort of her own apartment around her. The only thing that had drawn her from the struggle that was her school bag, was Ny dragging her out to say goodbye before she left. Now, with the clarity of mind she found away from her work, she was able to finally deflate.

She didn't want to go back to her work, not having the strength to reanalyze a concept she had little to no grasp on anyway. So, she stuffed all of her things back into her bag and tucked it away underneath her desk with no intention of looking at it again until Monday morning. (Y/N) snuggled herself in her bed, laptop warming her thighs as she closed out of the research tabs she had pulled up in an effort to better understand her physics material. All that was left open was a couple different tabs of Etsy shops and this pair of shoes she had been yearning over for months.

Now, (Y/N) hadn't even intended to key in the too familiar URL—she wasn't even in that kind of mood if she was being honest. She had planned on napping, but if H just so happened to be streaming, she could fit that in before tucking under the covers she decided. Still, she found herself loaded onto the green webpage with no hesitation. She was quick to get signed in, cringing at the fact her details auto-filled as she tapped the blue button to be directed onto the start page littered with the rows of other users she had no interest in. She breezed past the tiles, feeling uncomfortable to be viewing them although she was obviously on this site for a reason. Clicking the search function in the top corner, (Y/N) typed in the familiar username that came up as a suggestion after the first few keystrokes.

His page filled her screen, the usual vague details listed under his username greeting her. She trailed her eyes over the screen, finding that he'd made a new status only minutes ago detailing that he would be going live five minutes from when the post was made. Flicking her eyes to the top of her screen, finding it had been almost four minutes since, (Y/N) didn't hesitate before clicking on the link.

The usual page loaded, his standby screen filling the space where his stream would pop up. The screen showed off his username and all the links to his various premium accounts before he turned his camera on. (Y/N) always felt a tiny bit guilty when she saw the encouragements to tip during his show or otherwise check out one of his paid services. She wasn't able to do either—she was in college, what can she say?—but she tried her best to make up for it by interacting as much as she was comfortable with in the chat, even when the thread was being flooded far too quickly.

She barely had a second to marinate in the self-appointed guilt before the screen flickered and blinked his standby screen away. The familiar view of H with his head cut from frame and the solid build of his body being the main focus took her attention. She felt like Pavlov's dog, at this point, just the first sight of him eliciting a conditioned reaction that let her know the pleasurable direction her night was taking.

"Hello," he quipped, throat bobbing around the word with a smile in his tone, "How are you tonight?"

He always started the show the same, asking about his viewers' days while knowing good and well what people were there to see. She thought it was sweet, whether it was a calculated move to make the stream feel more personal or an instinctual choice. Nonetheless, this was one of her favorite parts of his streams, she decided. She thought it was nice of him to ask something like that when he could just jump into the things that actually make him money.

(Y/N)'s eyes struggled to follow the amount of comments that came pouring in, many giving bland answers before urging him to pull his clothes off and calling him his preferred title of daddy. His hands on his thighs flexed, the veins and tendons in the appendages making themselves known as he assumedly read through some of the more intense comments that breezed over his pleasantries all together. She hesitated before typing out her own response, knowing it was rather dull in comparison to what was being shot at him.

sunflowerssweetheart: my day was good, but im even better now!! hbu??

She cringed as she pressed send. If anything, he wouldn't respond if it didn't catch his eye or it could get swept away if he replied to anyone else's comment first. But, (Y/N) hoped it might stand out that she was repeating his question to him, something she hadn't seen in the chat beforehand.

A breathy laugh sounded through the speakers, his chest expanding underneath the sheer, black fabric of his top that did nothing to conceal the tanned skin underneath. "M'day was good, too, sweetheart, thank you for asking. 'M happy you're here, too."

He went on to reply to a few other comments, the depth of his voice turning into a warm current that washed over her with every syllable, but (Y/N) felt a little too happy with herself that her comment had been the one he responded to first. She melted into her bedding the more he talked, hoping one of the daddy comments would catch his eye and set the tone for the rest of the stream.

There was a moment's pause as he lent back into his chair, leaving the full of his chest unobstructed. The leafy tattoos that adorned his hips were just barely peeking under his shirt, but (Y/N) couldn't keep her eyes off them.

"I wanted to take it slow tonight, is that alright? Been a long day, and daddy's stressed out. Can I take m'time with you, baby?"

(Y/N) could have sworn she felt her pupils dilate at his words, the honorific stuttering her heart before fluttering through her system to settle between her legs. He was a dream—a dirty dream, sure, but still one she didn't want to wake from.

"That's alright? Want to see daddy take his time? Make a mess just for you?"

She watched on as his hands reached for the buttons on his shirt, a glimmering gold flicking off of his nails as he worked through the buttons. Before she could get a better view of whatever it was he had painted over his nails this stream, his shirt was buttoned wide open with his hands dragging over the expanse of his chest. A hummed moan vibrated from his throat, the sound wrapping around (Y/N) with a clench to her thighs.

God, she was happy Ny was out.

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"I still can't believe you dropped the class without telling me, as if I wasn't going to figure it out considering we live together and I was going to notice when you didn't come to class with me."

(Y/N)'s tone held amusement as she checked her student portal, double checking that she hadn't missed an assignment from Stanfill—her weekend was unusually empty of physics stress aside from the self-assigned read-through of her notes.

"I felt bad!" Ny whined, dropping her attention from the crew of housewives they were watching on T.V., "I had begged you for weeks to pick up physics then realized I didn't even need it because I read the requirements wrong, and I was embarrassed! You already know I'm sorry!"

"I know you are," (Y/N) smiled at her from a slumped position on their couch, "I already forgave you weeks ago, but now I'm doing this alone."

"You're not completely alone," Ny argued, dropping her small bagel pizza onto her paper plate, "I know you've made friends."

"Barely," she countered, disregarding her phone in favor of reaching for the throw blanket at her side, "It's hard making friends while trying to keep the entire subject straight in my head."

"What about that guy you said moved next to you after I dropped?"

"He never talks to me, you know that. It's like he's scared of me. I've probably heard him talk a handful of times, including when I had to ask him for a pen so it wasn't even voluntary."

Ny rolled her lips between her teeth, flicking her eyes across the room in thought. "You said he's really smart right?" she perked up further at (Y/N)'s affirming nod, "Just ask him about that stuff then and see if he'll help you. It'll get him to talk more, if anything."

(Y/N) heaved a sigh, her shoulders rising only to fall back into the downy blanket around her, "Ny, this would have been so much easier if you had just stuck with me. We'd be falling together at least."

"You're not going to fail, (Y/N)," she argued, a softened undercurrent to her words.

"Have you seen my grade?"

"We're not even two months in; there hasn't been any exams for you to bomb yet, how bad could it be?"

(Y/N) knew Naomi was trying to be encouraging in her own way, combating (Y/N)'s self-deprecating remarks but it wasn't super helpful to hear about a test she'd hadn't bombed yet. She looked to her friend with a raised brow, waiting for her to realize what exactly it was that she said.

"I'm sorry!" she blurted out, shoulders deflating, "Is there anything I can do to help? I can read over your notes and help you reformat them, if that helps?" She let out a small sigh, traces of her earlier amusement draining from her blue eyes, "I really am sorry, (Y/N), I was too embarrassed to tell you but I should have before you got stuck with this."

"I know," (Y/N) smiled, "And it's really okay, you know I'm just being dramatic. But I think I'm all caught up in my notes and everything—I still don't understand it, but there's no more work to be done anyway. Stanfill didn't even assign any reading for this weekend, so I think I'm finally not going to be behind on Monday."

"You're lucky," Ny mumbled around her pizza bagel, "My profs only do that when they have something worse planned for the weekend."

"I know, I was surprised. But, I mean, I'll take it." (Y/N) shifted her attention to the television in front of her, dropping back into the 'reality' of the show.

The more she thought about it, maybe Ny was right. It might not be a bad idea to ask Harry for help, especially if it would mean she had someone to talk to in that class.

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(Y/N)'s weekend of grace came to an abrupt end as she walked into Prof. Stanfill's lecture hall. Despite the fact she'd already had a pair of classes earlier in the day, nothing made her feel quite like it was Monday until she was forced to wrap her mind around concepts she couldn't even spell. She was running a few minutes late as she trudged to her seat, not having had enough time to grab something sweet to drink but still donning a green cardigan to keep her warm and comfortable.

It wasn't until she dropped her bag by her seat that she noticed her seatmate wasn't there like usual. Despite the small amount she saw of him, Harry was a rather predictable person—at least his schedule was, anyway. He was always there before her, set up with his highlighters and pens in neat rows and his notebook flipped to the exact right page. This wasn't like him at all to be missing just seven minutes before Stanfill was meant to start class. She hoped he was okay.

Eventually, just as (Y/N) begrudgingly had opened up her never ending document of notes, her seatmate stumbled through the heavy doors with a flustered expression marring his features.

He ran a heavy hand through the swirl of curls on his head, (Y/N) able to hear the audible sigh he heaved as he climbed the stairs to their row. He wore a pair of rust colored corduroy flares with a large black jumper bundled over his torso, his shoulder bag falling down his arm to land in the crook of his elbow. He clumsily sat down in his spot beside her, a mess of handwritten notes and colored highlighters and pens spilling out from the unfastened flap of his bag. Despite the mess, he breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down, the tension in his muscles dropping as he noticed Stanfill hadn't started class.

As his mess of utensils spilled across the tabletop, (Y/N) was quick to save a few of the pens and markers before they could tumble over the ledge. She passed them to him, settling them in a neat row beside the pile he was curating of his mismatched papers.

"Thank you," he responded quietly, his hands shaky as he straightened his jumble of notes.

She had never seen him so out of sorts like this. This wasn't the same guy she had pictured reading off a well-prepared speech at graduation. She was sure he wasn't used to feeling like this either if the flush disappearing down his neck and the worry curling his brow had anything to say.

"You okay?" she asked, just as quietly as he had spoken. She hoped she read him right; she'd feel awful if he took her question the wrong way like she thought something was wrong with him. The downfall of never speaking with your seatmate, she figured—she had no idea how he worked.

"Y-Yeah," he stuttered, finally setting his things out the rightful order he liked them in, "Jus' had a late start this morning." The blush that warmed his neck traveled upwards and painted over his cheeks. He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, as he reached into his bag to pull out his glasses case, slipping the large frames onto his pink nose.

Just as (Y/N) was about to respond, Professor Stanfill started up his ancient projector and began babbling on with no introduction.

Beside her, Harry sifted through his notes with a purpose, opening to the preferred page before detailing more notes on the already filled page. Usually, she wouldn't be so surprised that all of the information—being so monotonously presented—were things she didn't quite understand, but today was a whole other story.

Stanfill was going on about a completely new topic than the one they left on last Friday.

She quickly scrolled through her notes while paying as much attention as she could to what he was saying. She couldn't find any remnant of today's topic (oscillations, apparently) in any of her scattered notes. She could see from the corner of her eye that her classmate was only adding tidbits to his already completed notes, nodding his head along to certain points Professor Stanfill brought up.

She flicked her gaze nervously between her lecturer and Harry. She didn't want to interrupt the boy next to her, but she really needed to have at least some semblance of what was going on. She just hoped this was worth the embarrassment.

"Excuse me?" she whispered, leaning over the bench table closer to his space.

His head popped up from his notes, his glasses shifting down his nose as his eyes widened behind the lenses. "Yes?" he answered, his voice just as hush as his gaze never shifted from her's despite the pink dusting his skin.

"What is he talking about? Did I miss something?" She flicked her gaze towards the head of the room.

"Oh," he mumbled, a furrow in his brow appearing, "Did y'not come to the lab over the weekend?"

(Y/N)'s heart dropped at his words, her expression mirroring the fall.

"There was a lab?"

He looked almost guilty as he trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly nodding his head. He looked ready to say more before the sound of Professor Stanfill's voice projecting to the back of the auditorium stopped him.

"Do we have any questions in the back?" he boomed. For the first time his voice wasn't completely monotone.

Harry perked up in his seat, a stray curl landing across his forehead as his posture straightened. "No, sir," he answered quickly, shaking his head and pushing his glasses up his nose.

Stanfill shot them a warning look, flicking his searing gaze between the two of them before continuing on with the lesson (Y/N) was still lost on. Harry resumed his note taking, shooting her an apologetic glance before focusing on the page in front of him.

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(Y/N) was lost the remainder of the class, Professor Stanfill occasionally throwing her end of the room glances as he continued lecturing. Beside her, her seatmate continued taking his detailed notes, eventually turning to a new sheet of paper titled with another topic she had no idea they had moved on to. By the time they were dismissed, he had added another three pages to his pile and (Y/N) had typed about three words.

She knew she was going to be fucked anyway, since lab was a fairly large part of their final grade. All she wanted to do was go home, and pretend this hadn't happened. She didn't waste a second before she was rushing to pack up her supplies after getting dismissed by Stanfill.

Just as she slung her bag over her shoulder and started down the steps, a hand gently grabbed her bicep.

"W-wait," the shaky voice she had come to be familiar with sounded behind her. (Y/N) turned to find Harry stumbling after her with his glasses perched on the top of his head and his curls messily falling in his face. He clutched a bundle of looseleaf papers in his other hand as they came to a stop at the base of the steps. "I—uh—I wanted to give y'these, if y'wanted them," he reached his hand out to her with the somewhat crumpled page, "They're m'notes from the lab and today, so y'can catch up if y'wanted."

He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, the already raspberry colored skin now flushing to a deep red and swelling against the force. His hands held a slight tremor as he offered her the papers.

(Y/N) felt her eyes round out at his actions. "Are you sure?" she questioned, not wanting to take them unless she knew he was okay with lending the notes she knew he took great pride in.

He jerkily nodded his head, a small smile on his face despite the fact he was still biting down on the full of his bottom lip. "I know y'need them, so please." He urged the papers towards her again, scuffing the toes of his white Vans into the floor.

She gratefully took the volunteered pages from his loose grip, her brows downturning as she gazed at him. "Thank you so much. You really don't have to do this, but it really means a lot."

"You're welcome," he smiled, dimples denting his cheeks as she took his gift. (Y/N) reciprocated his smile and scanned over the organized notes in her hands, finding his name scribbled in the top corner.

"Your name's Harry?" she confirmed, edging towards the door as he followed beside her. Now she didn't have to worry about calling him the wrong name. He nodded his head in response, her question making his cheeks turn a quick pink despite himself. "I'm (Y/N)."

Harry nodded his head beside her, a shy smile on his lips. "Nice t'meet you, (Y/N). Officially."

(Y/N) smiled at his polite introduction, looking over the notes in her hand. They had stopped just outside Stanfill's hall, the large windows showing the quad with the autumnal sun lighting up their forms.

"Thank you again, Harry," she started, sliding the papers into her bag after glancing at the time on her phone: 4:13. She hadn't planned on tuning in tonight, but if (Y/N) didn't want to miss the one sure-fire way she would get any form of stress relief after the class she just endured, she needed to get home soon. "I'll get these back to you on Friday, okay? I have to go, but I'll see you then!"

She tossed him a wave before turning around, walking towards the parking lot. Harry gave her his own dimpled grin.

"Bye, (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) smiled over her shoulder one more time before hurrying to her car.

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(Y/N) sighed as she settled into the down of her comforter, the smooth satin of the pajama set she had changed into sliding against her skin (she wanted to feel pretty before she watched the stream, she thought she deserved it). She pulled her laptop onto her thighs, sticking her headphones in her ears before opening up a private tab.

She barely even paid attention as she routed herself to the familiar green layout, signing in and pulling up the page scrawled with treatpeoplewkisses across the top. She hoped that she had gotten his scheduling right; she hoped that Monday was a stream night. When she saw that he hadn't started anything, instead posting the usual announcement detailing that he would be going live in ten minutes in the custom pink font, she felt lucky as she sunk into her comforter.

Just as the time ticked to five o'clock, another status came through, detailed with a link to the stream he was starting now. The only hesitation that came as (Y/N) followed the link came from her stress-wearied muscles, but she had high hopes for that feeling to be melted away by the end of the night.

The chat was already racing through with comments by the time the page loaded. The typical standby screen was situated where H would appear any second with the empty tip meter off to the side. (Y/N) melted into her bedding as she waited, grateful for the fact Ny was still in one of her classes.

Suddenly, his deep voice sounded through her headphones although the standby screen never changed. "Hello," he chirped the familiar greeting despite no view of him. The comments started flooding in, asking him where he was and why they couldn't see him. "How ar—Wait, did I forget to turn m'camera on again?"

A breathy laugh sounded through her ears causing (Y/N) to match the smile she figured was on his face. Although she hadn't been a viewer for very long at all, she had already picked up on his habit of forgetting to turn his camera on every couple of shows. After a bit of rustling coming from his end, the standby screen was replaced with the familiar view of his body from the neck down.

He wore a thin, white t-shirt tonight, his tattoos etched on his arms on display with the few covering his torso only thinly veiled by the fabric.

He waved his hand at the screen, his breathy laugh filling the air. "Hello, again. Sorry about that, 'm a little flustered today. Ran a little late this morning filming a new video, which should be up this weekend on m'premium, and I've been all out of sorts since. I apologize for being late, as well."

He settled his hands on his thighs, quiet for a moment as he assumedly began to read through the comments flooding in. Many were asking what the video from this morning featured, while others were telling him it was okay he was late and that they didn't mind. Majority completely bypassed the conversation, impatient for the real show to begin with pleads sandwiched around his honorific in hopes of spurring him on.

"Thank y'for understanding." His voice was soft as he spoke, (Y/N) could imagine him with a kind smile on his face and his eyes tender. She knew and understood why he never showed his face and respected that choice, but she often found herself wondering what he looked like behind the camera. She'd bet he's beautiful.

"Anyway," he started, painted fingers plucking at the hem of his plain top as he sat back in his chair, "How are y'today? You've already heard about m'day, I'd like to hear about your's."

A stream of comments filtered through the chat, most ignoring the question or breezing through it before sending requests for the show. (Y/N) rested her fingers on the keyboard, trying to think of an answer to his question before he would move on.

sunflowerssweetheart: mine was good thank u!! i finally asked for help in one of my classes today so hopefully i can figure out what's going on !

Like he somehow always did, he found her comment.

"That's good, sweetheart, 'm proud of you," he praised, the smile in his tone audible. She didn't know if it was particular to only her, but (Y/N) couldn't help but feel like he reserved sweetheart just for her, always replying to her comments with the pet name. She hoped it was, especially since the name was in her user. (And, she would feel a little silly getting bashful over nothing, so she clung to the hope that she wasn't just making it up).

(Y/N) felt her own smile tug at her cheeks, feeling shy at his compliment although he couldn't see her. She quickly typed out another comment before he could get distracted by the tips coming in, urging him to start.

sunflowerssweetheart: thank you h!!:)

She knew she was most likely not going to get another response from him, seeing as her comment was very quickly buried under the new tips coming in, captioned with requests to start the show and asking for daddy to "show his cock".

"I see you're in a daddy mood tonight, again," he mused, slowly tugging his shirt off and revealing the collection of tattoos adorning his torso. He settled back into his seat, his chest now bare, "Good thing I am, too."

His skin looked soft as he relaxed, highlighted by the soft lighting that surrounded his set up. (Y/N)'s heartbeat picked up as she gazed at him through the screen. She wished she could meet someone like him in real life.

She watched on as he rubbed his palm along his thighs, the look of his long fingers scratching down the fabric of his pants catching her attention. She absently trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, imagining what it would feel like to have his hands warming her skin like that, sneaking under the hem of her satin shorts in search of the tie-dye thong she had concealed under the delicate fabric. She sighed as she watched one of his hands travel between his thighs, the full of his cock filling out the fabric of his trousers.

His hand cradled the outline of his hardened prick, giving the bulge a squeeze as a hiss sounded through her headphones. His stomach muscles clenched as his breathing stuttered. (Y/N) imagined his head rolling back on the headrest of the chair he sat in, blissed out at the feel of new relief.

"Daddy's been s'hard all day for you, s'hard," he groaned, his fist wrapping around his shaft as best he could as he emulated jerking himself off in teasing twists. "Took everything not to go off in the middle of m'day and make myself cum thinking of you."

She knew he was feeding them lines like from a script, designed to make each of his viewers believe he was talking only to them, but she couldn't help but fall for it. She liked to fantasize that he had thought of her the way she had thought of him. She didn't have even half the mind to be embarrassed as she slid her hand under the waist of her shorts, brushing against the softened fabric of her underwear. She felt flush as she found the wet patch that had soaked through her thong, the wetness seeping between her lips already.

He breathed a laugh that filtered through her headphones. "Already want me to pull m'cock out? We've barely even started, baby."

Her eyes fluttered as she took in his teasing. She knew he was most likely responding to the comments she had stopped bothering to read, but it felt like he was talking to her and teasing her for wanting to see and feel all of him. Her fingers pressed gently against her clit, the wet fabric of her panties sticking to her slit. She felt breathless.

She couldn't help herself before she typed another quick comment, hoping it would somehow sway him the way she needed.

sunflowerssweetheart: please daddy:(

She watched as he gave his cock a final squeeze before settling his hands on the armrests of the chair he was sat in. He clenched his fingers around the cushioned ledge, slowly standing from his position. His stomach with the bottom of his butterfly tattoo and the full of the laurels bracketing his hips were left in frame, but the crotch of his pants were the focus of the shot. His hands slowly worked the button of his trousers, the pace teasing.

"Well, since y'asked so nicely, sweetheart," he crooned, (Y/N) melting as he said the name—her name, again. She liked to think he was doing this for her.

With that, his tip meter went up like crazy; the chat was filled with the declarations of high amounts of money being donated to him sandwiched between viewers voicing their praise. He didn't seem to pay the rise any attention, keeping his focus on the show he was giving. His pants were left undone as he pushed them down to his knees with the grey of his tight boxers being left on display. The outline of his cock laid against his thigh with a small wet patch forming where his slit dripped precum. His hand slid down the muscles of his stomach, slipping under the fabric and wrapping his fist around his shaft. He let out a deep moan, his stomach tensing at the feel of his hand and the relief flooding his system.

"This what y'wanted, baby?" he teased, playing a game with his wanton viewers. He shifted his stance, standing with his side to the camera with his hand jerking off his cock in front of him. (Y/N) could see the outline of his fingers through the fabric, his rough tugging allowing small glimpses lower into his boxers. She could just imagine the smirk on his face as he knew what he was doing, going on with the teasing while he got what he wanted.

(Y/N) own fingers pressed headily against her clit, rubbing tight circles around the bundle at the sight on her screen. She'd never gotten this wet before she found his streams that drunken lonely night, no matter if she didn't get to see his face. She dipped her fingers behind her underwear, the slick of her slit wetting her fingertips. A small whimper left her lips at the contact, picturing H's long fingers slipping through her folds.

She wanted to see more of him; see more of his body she imagined was touching her's.

sunflowerssweetheart: more p lease daddy:( im so wet:(

Her comment was messy given the fact she was typing one handed, but she hoped it would be more enticing than embarrassing. She watched on as his motions slowed in his boxers, his hand sliding out from underneath the fabric. He hooked his index fingers into the waistband, tugging his boxers down just the smallest bit to reveal the beginnings of a dark thatch of hair at the base of his cock.

"You're 'so wet', sweetheart? All for daddy, right?" he continued, his mocking words feeling directed to only her despite the comments and tips rolling in to say otherwise.

sunflowerssweetheart: all for you daddy

Without another word, he tugged his boxers down the rest of the way. His cock sprung up against his bare stomach, his large butterfly tattoo now dotted with a string of his precum. The head was ruddy and flushed, the shine of his precum coating his shaft and playing off the lighting in his room. Still standing, he wrapped his fist around his cock and started fucking down his shaft in the same rough tugs he had kept hidden from them in his boxers.

"See how hard I am for you, baby?" he moaned, his free hand coming to cradle his balls in his large palm. (Y/N) swore her mouth watered at the sight, wishing it were her hands tugging at his prick, and her mouth wrapped around the head. She wanted to make him feel good.

"Mm, yeah?" he moaned, his fist speeding up, "Like seeing daddy fuck himself for y'like this? Bet y'wish it was your hand, right, baby?"

(Y/N) let out a loud moan at his dirty talk, feeling unencumbered by the empty apartment she was holed up in. It was like he knew exactly what she was thinking. Her own fingers stuttered over her clit, the wetness seeping between her thighs making a slick noise with each pass. She watched on as he sat back down, his cock standing straight up in his lap.

He worked his pants and boxers further down to his ankles, allowing him to spread his legs further apart. She could see clearly between his thighs, the way his hand gently cradled his balls and the rough tugs along his shaft. He let out coarse moans as he stopped and squeezed at the head of his cock, his chest stuttering in correlation with his breathing.

"Feels so fucking good, you know that? Thinking about your pretty mouth wrapped around daddy's cock." His voice was low and deep as he prattled on about his fantasy, his accent wrapping around his title and causing the fire to burn brighter in (Y/N)'s tummy.

"Bet you'd like that wouldn't you, sweetheart? Daddy's big cock fucking your mouth, making y'gag and get all messy for me." The hand he had cradling his balls shifted from it's spot between his legs, stopping on the straining muscles of his stomach. His hand on his prick sped up, his moans deepening with incoherent mumblings about how good he felt. (Y/N) felt her heartbeat increase in her chest as she watched the hand on his stomach dig his nails into the butterfly etched across his skin at the pleasure coursing through his system. His thighs tensed at the feeling, small red marks appearing on his skin as he drug his nails across the expanse.

"Feels s'fucking good, shit."

(Y/N) wished it could be her to cause those moans to leave his lips, the image of her sat between his thighs spurring on her own arousal.

She watched with her hand in her panties as he brought himself closer and closer to release, moans spilling from his lips and filtering through her headphones. He varied the pace of his strokes, speeding up and bringing himself close to finishing with groans of how good he felt and how he was s'close to cumming for his baby, only to stop and slow down. He would pause with his hand settling on his base, squeezing roughly to stave off his orgasm and prolong the show. Tips were flooding in the whole time, viewers urging him to cum, telling them how they wished they could be there with him, requesting different things from him. H replied to a few, bringing in more tips and comments from his audience.

(Y/N) couldn't stop herself before she brought her unoccupied hand to her keyboard, wanting to gain some kind of attention from him to bring herself that much closer to her own release.

sunflowerssweetheart: ur cock is s pretty daddy I cant wait to see u cum please

A groan bubbled from her onscreen performer, his tugs along his shaft speeding up. "Y'think daddy's cock is pretty, sweetheart?"

He sounded breathless as he replied to her, his name for her accompanied with a small shudder as he swiped his thumb over the precum soaked crown of his prick. (Y/N)'s own weeping hole gushed more wetness, soaking the already ruined panties and now the inseam of her satin shorts. She snuck a teasing finger towards her entrance, the base of her fingers still rubbing at her clit.

sunflowerssweetheart: so pretty daddy

sunflowerssweetheart: i wanna see u cum so bad

Another loud moan filtered through her ears after she pressed enter, H—hopefully—having read her comment. He spread his legs further apart, his hand reaching towards his heavy balls again as his thighs clenched at the contact.

"Y'want daddy to cum, sweetheart? Are y'close, too? Don't wanna cum without you." His voice was graveled as he moaned out his words, (Y/N)'s eyes closely following the rhythm of his tugs. She mimicked the pace with her own fingers, slipping a single digit into her hole and rubbing the heel of her palm into her clit.

She wanted him to cum so badly, to see the sticky ropes of his orgasm be released all over his tummy and his hands she wished were her's instead. Despite the other comments rolling in, declaring how close the other viewers were, (Y/N) didn't hesitate to type her own response back, even if he didn't catch it.

sunflowerssweetheart: im so close daddy i wanna cum with you

"Okay," he crooned, his voice breathless while still being able to pull off the sultry tone he had mastered, "Daddy'll cum with y'sweetheart. Gonna cum so hard for you."

She was too distracted with her own pleasure to write anything coherent back, her finger soaked inside her pulsing pussy. Her walls tightened around her digit, fantasizing what H would say if it were his fingers stretching out her pussy instead. She settled for watching the way his chest took on a pinkened flush as he grew closer and closer to the release he promised. Small, strangled groans spilled from his lips, only interrupted by the moans of curses detailing how good he felt. His hand made squelching sounds as he pumped his cock, the slick of his precum making it that much easier for his fist to pass over the length in slick runs. His thighs tensed and split wider apart as he melted in his seat. From the top of the frame, where his neck was displayed with thick veins and tendons protruding from under the dewy skin, the smallest of deep brown tendrils of hair were peeking out and curling at his jawline.

"Gonna be a lot, sweetheart, can already feel it. Gonna be s'much cum for you," he groaned, his fingers now focusing on the head of his cock as his other hand gently tugged on his balls and brought himself closer. A whimper left (Y/N)'s throat, fighting to keep her eyes open as she didn't want to miss a minute of his show.

"Y'wan—fuck," he was cut off by his own moaning, the swear falling from his lips like he had no knowledge of it beforehand, "Y'wanna see it, sweetheart? See all the cum daddy saved for you all day?"

(Y/N) nodded despite the fact he couldn't see her. His tip meter surged higher in a matter of seconds at the mention of him cumming, peaking over his usual average. More and more comments rolled in, pleading for H to cum and show everyone what he had apparently saved for them. (Y/N) didn't mind being a part of the slew of comments, her mind somewhere else and too occupied to think clearly.

sunflowerssweetheart: yes pleas e daddy

"'Please, daddy?'," he mimicked, voice pitched and whiny as his cock jumped with a small blurt of precum pearling on his tip, "So polite, s-sweetheart, can't say no to you."

Only a moment later, with his fist roughly tugging at the shaft of his prick, white ropes of cum painted his chest. They shot high enough for droplets to stand out starkly against the inked, black birds sitting on his chest, others dripping down his cock and coating his hands in the release. He wasn't lying when he had said it would be a lot. (Y/N) watched with hooded eyes as sprays of cum coated the butterfly on his stomach and the strong hands that had captured her attention the whole show. His deep moans flooded her ears, strings of curse words and uninhibited groans coming from deep in his chest. His skin was dusted a rosy pink as he breathed in stuttered, broken breaths.

Watching him cum was enough to bring (Y/N) over the edge, imagining herself there with him where she could have cleaned up for him. She came, thinking of how it would feel to trace her tongue along his chest and lick up the salty release from the muscles before cleaning his fingers and hands.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy," she called as she came, her fingers on her pussy rubbing heart stopping motions on her clit and small thrusts of her finger inside. She became impossibly wet, her release spilling past her finger and drenching the delicate fabric of her shorts. She felt the aftershocks go through her as she pictured how nice it would feel to have the weight of his big cock resting on her tongue and the taste of his cum in the back of her throat. She couldn't ever cum like this before finding H.

She hadn't realized she had fluttered her eyes closed until she heard his deep voice still breathing small moans filter through her ears, causing her to jerk her head up and blink away her cum-laden thoughts in favor of catching the end of his show. She kept her hand in her panties as she came down, delicately slipping her fingers through the mess she had made.

H was still sitting in his chair, his strong chest heaving and blushed a subtle red. His hand kept steadily jerking his cock, his member jumping as small spurts of leftover cum blurted from the tip. He came down slowly, taking longer than usual, though (Y/N) wasn't surprised if the amount of cum he had obviously been saving was anything to go by. She looked through the comments rolling in, finding the tip meter had gone higher than she had ever seen it before.

Many were asking for him to cum again, to keep the show going. (Y/N) couldn't deny that a greedy part of her wanted the same, but she could tell by the labored breathing and the way it looked like it hurt him to even tuck his cock back into his boxers, that he was much too sensitive to cum again.

A breathless laugh sounded from his end, his posture straightening as he reached for something off screen. He came back with a baby blue towel in his hand, gently wiping the cum off his chest and his hands. (Y/N) couldn't help but pout a bit at the idea of him wasting it.

"Can't cum again tonight, baby, but I'll be back soon," he said, his voice going back to the way he had started the stream. He sounded huskier, like he was tired with his tongue lazing around the words, but she liked it. She liked when he sounded just as exhausted as she felt; it made it easy to pretend this was some form of aftercare where he would cuddle her until they both fell asleep.

(Y/N) slipped her fingers out of her panties, already itching to get out of the now cold garments. She watched on as H straightened himself out, preparing for the end of his stream. His voice always took on a romantic croon at this point, the show becoming something so personal that made it easy to come back no matter how sleazy she felt afterwards.

"I adore y'so much, love. Thank y'for spending your night with me. I'll be back soon, wait for me."

Then, the screen cut to black.

The chat ceased with all other comments emptying and his tip meter going blank. With shaky hands, (Y/N) quickly logged out of the page and exited out of the site, leaving her on her previous Etsy shop pages. She carefully pulled out her headphones, stowing them away before standing on shaky legs.

Her thoughts filtered around her camboy (it felt like such a filthy phrase for someone like him, but she knew it was the reality) as she tugged her soiled shorts off along with her ruined thong. She listened closely, hoping her roommate hadn't come home early to see her walk of shame to their washing machine. Once she was in a new set of more comfortable pajamas, she dumped her clothing in the almost full machine, adjusting the settings before allowing it to run.

She washed her hands in the kitchen before trailing back towards her room. She passed her bag she clumsily dropped in the hall when she had got home, a bundle of notes sticking out from the open flap. As she picked up her bag, careful to not let the pages spill any further, she examined the notes.

As soon as she caught sight of the precise highlights and neat writing, she remembered the way Harry—not Edward—had so graciously loaned her his notes, her kind seatmate. She smiled, her first clear thought since finishing her stream with treatpeoplewkisses. She tucked the papers back into her bag, taking it with her into her room.

She couldn't help but feel sleepy as she left her bag by her desk on the floor, knowing she would have time to take a nap if she wanted to. Ny shouldn't be home for another hour or so, so she had time to snuggle into her mass of pillows and pretend the boy she had just watched on her laptop screen would cuddle her to a sweet sleep.

God, she was so happy she found H.

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(Y/N), with borrowed notes in hand, immediately pinned her eyes on her unassigned-assigned seat in the lecture hall, finding Harry already sat just where she hoped he'd be. He had his own gaze fixed on the perfect setup he had in front of him, the polar opposite from the mess he had worked through earlier in the week. A smile spread across her cheeks at the sight of him, still extremely grateful for the act of kindness he offered on Monday.

"Hi Harry," she greeted as she approached her seat, dropping her bag on the linoleum beside it.

He whipped his head up at the sound of her voice, eyes wide and cheeks pink, "Oh, hi, (Y/N)." A shy smile bloomed over his lips as his eyes met hers.

Settling into her spot, she offered his notes back, "Here's your notes, by the way."

Harry carefully took them from her grasp, rolling his lips between his teeth despite the clear dimples denting into his cheeks. "Thank you," he sighed, "Were they any help?"

She was hoping he would ask something of the sort. (Y/N) was extremely proud of the notes she was able to pin together with the help of his template, and she wanted to show him. "Yes, they were really helpful, Harry! Look at my notes," she said, cracking open her laptop and tapping open her physics folder. She angled the screen to show off the typed up version of his notes, the pages making more sense than the weeks of documents she already had saved, "They've never made sense like this before."

Ending with a breathy laugh, she waited for Harry's reaction. She watched on as a bright smile curled his lips, too large of a grin to be contained by the grip of his teeth. "Really?" he looked to her over the frames of his glasses, his blush reaching the tips of his ears.

"Mhm," she hummed the affirmation, sliding her laptop to sit in front of her regular spot, "You didn't have to give me your notes, so it really does mean a lot that you were willing to help me. Thank you, Harry."

"'M jus' happy I could help," he smiled, voice quiet and soft, "Thank you."

Her brow furrows at his unnecessary gratitude for her words, especially since she hadn't done anything but thank him for something kind he did. Still, she could tell there was a bashfulness that tinted his words and his voice, something that was making him nervous just like he was when he offered the notes in the first place. She didn't want to make it worse or even discourage him from talking to her again by bringing up his misplaced appreciation.

"You really like physics, huh? Like this is your class?"

(Y/N) settled into her seat, turning her body to give Harry the full of her attention. He shrugged his shoulders under the white satin shirt he had hanging open over the black top underneath. "Yeah, kinda," he mumbled, "I don't know—I know it's kind of weird, but it's really interesting to me, to be able to quantify things we can't see."

"It's not weird at all," (Y/N) said, shaking her head, "When you say it like that, it sounds really cool. I just wish I understood it; your notes helped me get this, but the rest of this class—I doubt I'll be so lucky."

Harry mimicked the short laugh she let out, his eyes dropping to her lips before he rolled his own between his teeth. "Yeah, it can definitely be complicated sometimes; you're not alone."

Stanfill made his appearance then, abruptly halting the first real conversation she'd had with anyone in her physics class and with Harry, of all people. Just as (Y/N) had said, she doubted she was going to be so lucky with the rest of the course, already knowing her next set of notes were going to be nothing compared to the aided ones she was so proud of. Nonetheless, as Professor Stanfill started off on his lacking presentation, she tried her best to keep up.

Halfway through the lecture, (Y/N) noticed the slight angle Harry's paper had taken. The page was tilted just enough to give her a view of the pieces of information he was writing down with the headings and section starters clear for her to read. She didn't know if it was on purpose, but she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to get another good set of notes that were going to make a lot more sense than whatever was being projected up front. Every time Harry stopped writing and leaned back just enough for her to get a look at what he was copying down, she did her own information search and put down the same headings and shorthand versions of what was scrawled over his page.

It wasn't until he hesitated to turn to a fresh page for him to fill, that she realized Harry was doing this on purpose. He instead tore out a stark new page, continuing where he left off while keeping what (Y/N) was still copying down in her view instead of tucking it away. A smile took her features as she figured out that none of his actions were an accident that she was taking advantage of—he wanted to keep helping her.

When Stanfill finally dismissed class, assigning reading for the weekend that (Y/N) couldn't help but be relieved about (at least she knew she wasn't missing a lab if this was their homework), it was a blessing. She didn't pack up with the same speed as she was used to, lagging behind in her movements in an effort to speak to Harry some more.

"Thank you for letting me see your notes," she smiled, tossing him a glance through her lashes as she tucked away her laptop.

As another blush crept over his features, (Y/N) worried he was going to permanently shift tones with the amount of times the blood was brought to the surface of his cheeks. "Oh, yeah. Of course."

"I just get kind of lost when he references stuff we're apparently already supposed to know or things we went over before. It's hard enough to learn something I have no idea about, and then when he compares it to something else I know nothing about, it doesn't help much," (Y/N) smiled, letting out a breathy laugh, "So thank you for letting me get a few more good notes in."

(Y/N) slung her bag over her shoulder, grabbing for her phone she had stashed in her pocket and her keys. Harry was quiet with a small smile on his features, continuing to pack up the array of utensils he had for his notes.

"Well," she started, slowly edging towards the column of stairs beside their seats, "I'll see you on Monday, Harry. Have a nice weekend!"

He stopped at the sound of her goodbye, stiffening as he rushed to close the flap on his bag. He looked to her through his lashes, swallowing before straightening and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "(Y/N), wait," he called, causing her to stop halfway down the case.

"Hm?" she hummed, turning towards him to find him having a hard time meeting her eyes and enough blush coloring his face she worried about his blood flow. He lagged around a response, the few stragglers from their class having shifted their attention towards the small scene he created. (Y/N) beckoned him towards her, calling for him to join her out into the hall.

Harry almost stumbled at least twice as he caught up with her, following like a puppy as they made it out the heavy doors that guarded the lecture hall.

"Everything okay?" she asked, wondering about his earlier effort to keep her from leaving him behind.

"Yeah—I, uh," he floundered, eyeing the ground with each step of his busted Vans, "I was wondering if y'wanted help with physics? Like, tutoring and things like that?" He swallowed around his words, finding the courage to look at her over the frames of his glasses, "You said that m'notes helped, and, if y'wanted, we could go over some of the older units and I can explain some things better. But, we don't have to if y'don't want. 'M sure you're busy and we can do like we did over the weekend and I can send y'home with some of m'notes if y'liked that better but... yeah."

He ended lamely with his gaze landing in its previous position pinned towards the ground. They had stopped walking to stand in the same corridor that he had offered his first set of notes in, though he seemed to be decidedly more nervous this second time around.

(Y/N) smiled at him from where he stood wringing the strap to his bag in his fist and scuffing his toes into the ground. She decided Harry was entirely too sweet to be so nervous over offering her some help she clearly needed; it was obvious he was really shy, but she found it cute.

"I would actually really appreciate that, Harry," she said, waiting for him to look at her so he could hopefully replace the nervous set in his jaw with a shy smile she was becoming familiar with, "I would love any tutoring you're willing to offer. I definitely need it, that's for sure."

His fumbling fingers froze in the nylon of the bag strap, perking up with the smile she was hoping she would catch, "Really?" A lone curl flopped over his forehead, a boyish look taking over his giddy features.

"You've seen my sorry excuse for notes without you—you're going to change this entire course for me if you're offering actual explanations now too."

"'M jus' happy to help," Harry offered simply, something prideful settling in the broad of his shoulders.

(Y/N) fished her phone from her pocket, tapping in her passcode and pulling up her contacts before handing it out for Harry to take. "Here," she urged, "Put your number in and we can figure out times and schedules and everything."

If it was at all possible, Harry flushed a deeper pink. His skin stood out starkly against the creamy white of the button down hanging off of his shoulders, his hands exhibiting a barely there tremor as he reached for her phone. He nodded his head, the curl that brushed his forehead swaying at the movement.

Harry was quick to fill in his information, leaving his contact rather bare before handing it back to (Y/N) with a small There.

Saving the contact, (Y/N) stuck the device back in her pocket. She started edging towards the parking lot where her car was waiting, tossing Harry a smile over her shoulder. "I'll text you later, okay?"

A bright smile took Harry's features, dimples dented into his cheeks with the full of his smile on display. "I look forward to it!"

(Y/N) stifled the small laugh that bubbled in her chest at his endearing enthusiasm. "I'll see you later, Harry!"

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment as he offered her a small wave before she turned towards the parking lot. Though, she never lost her smile since she swore she felt a pair of eyes following after her.

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gravity is a force of attraction, keeping all matters in line.

ahhh!!!! he's finally here!!!! its been well over a year since I first posted my camboy blurb and I've finally got his story ready for everyone to see!! patreon is getting early access to this piece, so if youre ready for more there is more up on my page!!! otherwise, I cannot wait to see what you guys think as I post a new part every Friday on here!!! thank u sm for reading and being so patient w me! sorry if theres any mistakes and if you have any ideas of whats coming next or any thoughts please send them in!!

THE SMUT THE FLUFF THE EVERYTHING I JUST LOVE CAMBOY!H SO SO MUCH HE IS HOT AF 😩 THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS SWEETHEART 🥺🥺🥺

gravity

(y/n) hated physics while harry loved it, but both of them have a couple of secrets.

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College sucks.

(Y/N) knew that from the second she had to pay for books that should have been provided given the extravagant amount she paid in tuition. Her viewpoint was only reaffirmed when she attended lectures for mandatory courses that had nothing to do with her major, with professors who didn't care whether or not she was comprehending the material. All she was really doing here was getting a fancy piece of paper with a seal on it in hopes of being taken seriously when looking for a job.

It only sucked worse when she felt like she was failing, and barely saw the roommate that had promised to keep her sane through the entire experience.

That was how (Y/N) found herself drunk and alone on a Friday night.

To be fair, she was having a lot more fun than she would have thought considering she was not a talented bartender and the vodka cranberry she messily mixed in her kitchen tasted of sweetened rubbing alcohol at first sip.

Loud music was blaring through the apartment (or at least as loud as she knew she could get away with, considering her neighbors weren't too keen on the college experience), with every door left wide open throughout the space. The apartment felt bigger through her hooded vision, her clumsy choreography feeling like a grandiose production with the make-believe partner she conjured out of the Kacey Musgraves lyrics that floated throughout every room.

It was only when she remembered she was alone that she wished so badly there was someone with her. Someone to hold her like Kacey described, to kiss and touch over her body in loving runs. That was when the fog in her mind took on a rosied tint, a yearning feeling aching to trace out the form of another.

She blamed it on the alcohol, and the fact she had been single for far too long. Since she was alone—something she had started the night grateful for—she became a little too aware of the lusted shift her thoughts were taking and how much she wished she had someone else there to relieve the ache that was sparking between her thighs. (This happened often when she drank. She was a loving and affectionate drunk, making the absence of another glaringly obvious to her).

(Y/N) didn't have even half the mind to be embarrassed as she dug around for her laptop in her room, too preoccupied by the tipsy lens she was seeing the world through, and the longing that had settled in her stomach. After finding her treasure, she settled herself on the wrinkled mess that was her bedding, and opened a familiar browser. It was a little too instinctive as she typed in the familiar website, but she couldn't find it in her to care when the lazy thoughts floating through her mind were urging her to find any kind of release.

That was how she found herself on a cam-site.

Truly, it had been a slip of the finger. All she had tried to do was click on the minuscule 'x' tacked in the corner of a shady pop-up ad on a much more legit site, but her lagging response time made it that much harder to react before she was being directed to a completely different site.

This one lacked the typically dark grey and black shading that other explicit sites utilized. This one used a green based layout, leaving the attention to be placed on the rows and rows of thumbnails dotting her screen. Across the main page, the site boasted a channel of over fifty-thousand different performers, making it easy to find something 'to your liking'. The small boxes that filled out the screen displayed different people in various states of undress (or in outfits (Y/N) wasn't aware were made in real life), some with their faces cut out of frame and others feeling no need to hide their identity. They were all stilled into a single scene from their 'stream', as it was labeled under the tile, some performing acts that she hadn't known were physically possible. Once she realized what it was that she had been loaded onto, she pulled back with a gasp.

She had never been on a cam-site before; the idea of paying a stranger to get off on camera while she lurked on the other side with complete anonymity felt a bit too sleazy to make her comfortable or turned on. Fully intending to backpedal onto the familiar site she had accidentally left, (Y/N) barely swept her lagging eyes over the expanse of the site, her fingertips lazily tracing over the touchpad to take her back.

Until she saw one tile of a person just sitting there.

It was a short view of a man's chest, the frame cutting off at his neck to give the full of the attention to his seated body with his torso the main focus. He was sat in something that emulated the office chair that she had pushed into her desk in her room, nothing especially pornographic about the set up; even the dimmed lights in the background denoted nothing other than a quiet night in. He wasn't undressed as far as she could tell from the pixelated view she was given into his video. A gauzy button-up was stretched across the broad of his shoulders, the fabric thin and left unbuttoned enough to show a pair of birds tattooed below his collarbones and something that could either be a butterfly or an octopus on his tummy given the quality of the thumbnail. He even had his pants on.

More than anything, the lack of lewd acts and scandalous dressing made her curious. Maybe it wasn't required that you do anything explicitly sexual during your stream.

Her decision tasted like cranberries saturated in vodka as she rerouted her finger on the touchpad and instead tapped on the username that was spelled out under the tile. It only took a second before his profile popped up. The page shared the same layout as the main site; a plain sage green base backing the much more customized personal page that displayed his information.

His screen name—treatpeoplewkisses—was highlighted in a golden yellow across the top. The details of his profile generated underneath. Most of the categories were left vague; only a country filling in his location, and a single letter (H) giving him a name. What looked to be a screenshot or a still from one of his videos acted as his profile picture, the setting similar to what she saw as he was sat in his dimly lit base with a barely buttoned top on with the black of his tattoos shining through the fabric. A green dot beside his user confirmed that he was online. A stream of posts made up the rest of his page, the most recent status making a claim that he was LIVE NOW! with a bright pink link that had been shared a little over ten minutes ago.

(Y/N) felt a pit in her tummy as she pressed the link. Something like guilt blinked through the vodka-induced haze, feeling odd to be viewing someone so intimately while she didn't have to share a thing. But, she reasoned with herself, if that wasn't something he was comfortable with, he wouldn't be on this site. Besides, as far as she could tell, he wasn't doing anything like his counterparts on the site, so she might not be seeing anything explicit anyway.

Nevertheless, she didn't stop as the screen loaded, directing her to the stream she had only gotten a glimpse of on the start page. Her laptop filled out to a new setup with the main video displayed in the center with the boy she had seen still sitting in his comfortably lit room and his ethereally thin top. Beside the video was a chat stream, where all comments were shown in response to anything he said or did. A thermometer-like bar was plastered on the other side, displaying how much money he had already made that night with a goal tacked to the top of the bar. In the ten minutes since he had gone live, he had already made a hundred dollars with the promise of more coming in if the range of comments had anything to do with it.

His—H's—throat bobbed around words she couldn't hear with gentle expansions of his chest under his shirt as he breathed, nothing at all like the wild extremes that had been sandwiched around him on the main page. She worked on something like autopilot as she turned up the volume on her laptop, wanting to know what was getting the comments flooding in faster than she could catch.

Maybe it was the alcohol-induced lag going on in her head, but all (Y/N) could register for a moment was how deep and inviting his tone was as it washed over her. He had drawn her in in a matter of seconds.

He seemed to be responding to comments, though the tone he used made it feel like he was talking to only her; answering questions she had forgotten she asked and responding to compliments she wordlessly gave. He was good at what he was doing. Even without his face in the shot, it felt like he was speaking only to her, as if there wasn't a hoard of comments streaming through at every pause

"'M happy you're having a good night, darling. Thank you for letting me be a part of it."

He spoke low and slow enough for her to register through the haze in her mind, the words dripping over her like honey. What kind of dreamboat was this? And how did he exist on a site like this?

No matter whatever direction this stream took, she was sure actors of any kind wished they could procure a relationship like this with viewers; something personal enough to keep them coming back for more no matter the content.

(Y/N) leaned in, listening intently as H let out a breathy laugh that filtered through her speakers, the sound deep and rich like the rest of him. She could only imagine the kind of smile that stretched across his lips in conjunction with the sound. She wished she knew what the color of his lips were.

"Is that what the mood for tonight is? Well, I won't keep y'waiting, I know it's been a long week, love."

Her eyes only widened as he joined in on the tradition of the site he was registered on, making a slow show of unbuttoning the remaining bindings on his top and revealing the full of his chest to the camera. All the while, he entertained comments and kept her listening while her eyes were fixed to the fluid and comfortable motions he made over his body.

It was that easy to get her hooked.

She couldn't—and didn't want to—find any will to exit from the stream, even when he progressed to taking the stripping up another level by taking off his pants. She was transfixed on him and his ability to make the entire experience much too personal considering the nature of the transaction. It was effortless how he drew her in, doing nothing other than using the body of his voice and indulging in his own pleasure.

And, god, he was just hot.

His voice was entirely too warm to be that of a stranger she had never met and she'd never have the opportunity to hear in person. He touched over his body with the assurance that no matter what he did, it wasn't only for him, that he knew exactly how much his viewer liked it and he would make sure he wasn't the only one feeling good in the experience. The cherry on top was the fact that in that first stream, as if she wasn't already a sucker for him, he called himself daddy. He moaned around the honorific, teasing and beckoning her in to join him in his scene and to help him work his cock and take all he had to give her.

She knew she would be coming back when he ended the stream, chest a flushed red and his hand wrapped in a towel as he cleaned himself up, with a declaration of affection: "I adore you." He didn't log off until he requested for his viewers to wait for him, as if she had any plans otherwise at that point.

He was intoxicating in every sense of the word. More even than the vodka cranberry she had drank through that first night she found him.

That had been only the first time she had indulged in his stream.

(Y/N) only relented to making an account on the site when she had visited his page for the third time (second time sober). She felt a bit guilty to be viewing his content for free when it was clear this was an opportunity for him to make money through the tips that poured through and filled the meter to the side of the video. But, she found her own way to support him once she was comfortable: she commented in the chat stream. She was much more tame than others, but she did enough to let him know that he was appreciated by her. That she liked him.

It was lame to say, especially out loud, but H had become the consistent man in her life and she liked that she was granted with the privilege of being a part of the fantasy of his stream. He made it that much easier, even in the short amount of time since she had stumbled onto his page, to get through classes with something to look forward to when she was burnt out. He made getting off a lot more fun, if she was being honest, even if he was nothing more than a fantasy that played out on her laptop screen.

She was never going to meet him anyway, so she was free to pine over him, she decided. No harm done.

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(Y/N) loved her roommate with her whole heart.

Naomi had been her best friend since their freshmen year and was the one person she knew she could live with without jeopardizing their friendship in the process. She had even enrolled in a physics course—something outside of her required credits—just because Ny needed to take it and was scared of going alone. (Y/N) loved her like a sister.

But, god, she fucking hated her sometimes.

After (Y/N) had gone through all the trouble to get signed up for the physics course she didn't need, and even gone through syllabus week and prepared herself to work with something that was entirely out of her wheelhouse, Ny dropped the class. The worst part was that she hadn't even bothered to let (Y/N) in on the secret until the deadline had passed. Her apology was given in the form of a pair of guilty puppy dog eyes staring at her as Ny pleaded with her to not be angry and that she would do all their laundry for a month to make it up to her. ((Y/N) managed to up the deal to two months before she accepted).

That was how (Y/N) found herself walking alone to the science building, trekking the dreaded route to Prof. Stanfill's room. It wouldn't have been so bad if she felt any semblance of comfort in the course and the material, but (Y/N) hated her physics class almost as much as she hated Ny the day she confessed she dropped the class.

She had always known the sciences weren't her strongest suit, but this was on another level. No matter how many times she tried to understand the direction the lesson was taking, notes dutifully pulled up on her laptop, nothing seemed to help the confusion that settled over her as soon as Stanfill started his lecture.

Not only did the material go entirely over her head, but she was almost halfway sure her professor was actually just a walking robot. From the moment she sat down—attendance was a huge part of her grade unfortunately, otherwise she would have skipped almost every session—, she was assaulted with his monotone voice and the too-small projector he had displaying dated notes she was sure he hadn't updated since the nineties. The worst part was that she didn't even need to be there; this wasn't advancing her any closer to her degree, but it was too late.

Now, she was stuck with Professor Stanfill and a file on her laptop full of useless notes.

(Y/N) did her best to make the most of it, finding anything to comfort her through the class and make it somewhat easier to process. Whenever she could, she made the trip to get some sweetened coffee to bring with her. She never made a huge effort to look put together for the class either, opting for sweaters that accommodated the weather outside and she could get away with napping in when she made it home. She had also claimed an aisle seat in one of the further rows in the back, closest to the door. As soon as class was dismissed, she took full advantage of the prime spot to bolt out of there as quickly as possible.

That's how her Monday had started as she walked into the lecture hall, a comfy sweater wrapped around her form and a too-hot coffee warming her palm. She dropped her bag beside her preferred chair, pulling her laptop out onto the bench style table top that lined the amphitheater of seats. The space beside her was occupied by the boy with the kind smile that had taken the chair after Ny dropped the course.

He was another of the small things that made getting through the session just a bit easier, despite the way (Y/N) hadn't ever had a real conversation with him in the last month they'd been seatmates. Even with the lack of conversation, he had been nice enough to offer her a pen the first day (Y/N) had walked in alone as a flustered mess after Ny had confessed her secret. He regularly gave her soft smiles and whispered short thank you's whenever she passed down worksheets or let him scoot behind her when he was on his way out. He was a good seatmate to have; kind, quiet, and consistent.

He—Harry? Or his name could be Edward, she's honestly not sure and she feels too bad to ask considering she felt like she should know by now—was the coziest person she'd seen around campus, too. Every session he showed up in some variation of a chunky cardigan or sweater (today's knit was a large orange mess of thick yarn, the color deep enough to resemble a pumpkin's rind), wide-legged pants, and a pair of scuffed Vans that looked well loved. Varnish was always painted over his nails, the polish sticking around for two weeks before he had something new glimmering at his fingertips (this week's was a warm brown color with glittery gold accents). Before every lecture, he pulled his glasses from his bag to perch the wide frames on the bridge of his nose.

What (Y/N) had noticed first about him was just how smart Harry was. It was clear in the way he took his dutiful, color-coordinated notes, and the way he breezed through exams with the near perfect scores on lab write-ups. His notes were handwritten in a pristine notebook that, if (Y/N) hadn't known better, she would have assumed it had never been used. Compared to (Y/N)'s typed version, his were levels above even with the somewhat messy nature of his writing. She wouldn't be surprised if he was on the dean's list every semester with the university throwing money at him in hopes of keeping his attendance lest he choose somewhere more Ivy League. She looked forward to the speech he would give at graduation as top of their class.

If she couldn't have Ny with her, she was happy to have someone like Harry seated with her.

(Y/N)'s attention shifted when Professor Stanfill dimmed the lights and projected his notes across the canvas hung at the front of the room. No introduction was offered as he dove into this lecture's subject. She was always left a bit scrambled to catch up with him, though she knew beside her Harry had his hands busy already finding value in whatever Stanfill was saying.

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"Bye Ny! Text me if you need anything!"

Naomi tossed her promises and goodbyes over her shoulder before leaving in a flash of shaggy blonde hair to meet with a couple of friends for a study group. (Y/N) basked in the silence that settled over the apartment for a moment, her muscles decompressing.

After her physics class, she had immediately gone home and tried her best to get through some homework and even attempted to sort through her physics notes in hopes of rearranging them to make any sense. With all the added work, she felt like she hadn't left campus in over ten hours despite the comfort of her own apartment around her. The only thing that had drawn her from the struggle that was her school bag, was Ny dragging her out to say goodbye before she left. Now, with the clarity of mind she found away from her work, she was able to finally deflate.

She didn't want to go back to her work, not having the strength to reanalyze a concept she had little to no grasp on anyway. So, she stuffed all of her things back into her bag and tucked it away underneath her desk with no intention of looking at it again until Monday morning. (Y/N) snuggled herself in her bed, laptop warming her thighs as she closed out of the research tabs she had pulled up in an effort to better understand her physics material. All that was left open was a couple different tabs of Etsy shops and this pair of shoes she had been yearning over for months.

Now, (Y/N) hadn't even intended to key in the too familiar URL—she wasn't even in that kind of mood if she was being honest. She had planned on napping, but if H just so happened to be streaming, she could fit that in before tucking under the covers she decided. Still, she found herself loaded onto the green webpage with no hesitation. She was quick to get signed in, cringing at the fact her details auto-filled as she tapped the blue button to be directed onto the start page littered with the rows of other users she had no interest in. She breezed past the tiles, feeling uncomfortable to be viewing them although she was obviously on this site for a reason. Clicking the search function in the top corner, (Y/N) typed in the familiar username that came up as a suggestion after the first few keystrokes.

His page filled her screen, the usual vague details listed under his username greeting her. She trailed her eyes over the screen, finding that he'd made a new status only minutes ago detailing that he would be going live five minutes from when the post was made. Flicking her eyes to the top of her screen, finding it had been almost four minutes since, (Y/N) didn't hesitate before clicking on the link.

The usual page loaded, his standby screen filling the space where his stream would pop up. The screen showed off his username and all the links to his various premium accounts before he turned his camera on. (Y/N) always felt a tiny bit guilty when she saw the encouragements to tip during his show or otherwise check out one of his paid services. She wasn't able to do either—she was in college, what can she say?—but she tried her best to make up for it by interacting as much as she was comfortable with in the chat, even when the thread was being flooded far too quickly.

She barely had a second to marinate in the self-appointed guilt before the screen flickered and blinked his standby screen away. The familiar view of H with his head cut from frame and the solid build of his body being the main focus took her attention. She felt like Pavlov's dog, at this point, just the first sight of him eliciting a conditioned reaction that let her know the pleasurable direction her night was taking.

"Hello," he quipped, throat bobbing around the word with a smile in his tone, "How are you tonight?"

He always started the show the same, asking about his viewers' days while knowing good and well what people were there to see. She thought it was sweet, whether it was a calculated move to make the stream feel more personal or an instinctual choice. Nonetheless, this was one of her favorite parts of his streams, she decided. She thought it was nice of him to ask something like that when he could just jump into the things that actually make him money.

(Y/N)'s eyes struggled to follow the amount of comments that came pouring in, many giving bland answers before urging him to pull his clothes off and calling him his preferred title of daddy. His hands on his thighs flexed, the veins and tendons in the appendages making themselves known as he assumedly read through some of the more intense comments that breezed over his pleasantries all together. She hesitated before typing out her own response, knowing it was rather dull in comparison to what was being shot at him.

sunflowerssweetheart: my day was good, but im even better now!! hbu??

She cringed as she pressed send. If anything, he wouldn't respond if it didn't catch his eye or it could get swept away if he replied to anyone else's comment first. But, (Y/N) hoped it might stand out that she was repeating his question to him, something she hadn't seen in the chat beforehand.

A breathy laugh sounded through the speakers, his chest expanding underneath the sheer, black fabric of his top that did nothing to conceal the tanned skin underneath. "M'day was good, too, sweetheart, thank you for asking. 'M happy you're here, too."

He went on to reply to a few other comments, the depth of his voice turning into a warm current that washed over her with every syllable, but (Y/N) felt a little too happy with herself that her comment had been the one he responded to first. She melted into her bedding the more he talked, hoping one of the daddy comments would catch his eye and set the tone for the rest of the stream.

There was a moment's pause as he lent back into his chair, leaving the full of his chest unobstructed. The leafy tattoos that adorned his hips were just barely peeking under his shirt, but (Y/N) couldn't keep her eyes off them.

"I wanted to take it slow tonight, is that alright? Been a long day, and daddy's stressed out. Can I take m'time with you, baby?"

(Y/N) could have sworn she felt her pupils dilate at his words, the honorific stuttering her heart before fluttering through her system to settle between her legs. He was a dream—a dirty dream, sure, but still one she didn't want to wake from.

"That's alright? Want to see daddy take his time? Make a mess just for you?"

She watched on as his hands reached for the buttons on his shirt, a glimmering gold flicking off of his nails as he worked through the buttons. Before she could get a better view of whatever it was he had painted over his nails this stream, his shirt was buttoned wide open with his hands dragging over the expanse of his chest. A hummed moan vibrated from his throat, the sound wrapping around (Y/N) with a clench to her thighs.

God, she was happy Ny was out.

—————

"I still can't believe you dropped the class without telling me, as if I wasn't going to figure it out considering we live together and I was going to notice when you didn't come to class with me."

(Y/N)'s tone held amusement as she checked her student portal, double checking that she hadn't missed an assignment from Stanfill—her weekend was unusually empty of physics stress aside from the self-assigned read-through of her notes.

"I felt bad!" Ny whined, dropping her attention from the crew of housewives they were watching on T.V., "I had begged you for weeks to pick up physics then realized I didn't even need it because I read the requirements wrong, and I was embarrassed! You already know I'm sorry!"

"I know you are," (Y/N) smiled at her from a slumped position on their couch, "I already forgave you weeks ago, but now I'm doing this alone."

"You're not completely alone," Ny argued, dropping her small bagel pizza onto her paper plate, "I know you've made friends."

"Barely," she countered, disregarding her phone in favor of reaching for the throw blanket at her side, "It's hard making friends while trying to keep the entire subject straight in my head."

"What about that guy you said moved next to you after I dropped?"

"He never talks to me, you know that. It's like he's scared of me. I've probably heard him talk a handful of times, including when I had to ask him for a pen so it wasn't even voluntary."

Ny rolled her lips between her teeth, flicking her eyes across the room in thought. "You said he's really smart right?" she perked up further at (Y/N)'s affirming nod, "Just ask him about that stuff then and see if he'll help you. It'll get him to talk more, if anything."

(Y/N) heaved a sigh, her shoulders rising only to fall back into the downy blanket around her, "Ny, this would have been so much easier if you had just stuck with me. We'd be falling together at least."

"You're not going to fail, (Y/N)," she argued, a softened undercurrent to her words.

"Have you seen my grade?"

"We're not even two months in; there hasn't been any exams for you to bomb yet, how bad could it be?"

(Y/N) knew Naomi was trying to be encouraging in her own way, combating (Y/N)'s self-deprecating remarks but it wasn't super helpful to hear about a test she'd hadn't bombed yet. She looked to her friend with a raised brow, waiting for her to realize what exactly it was that she said.

"I'm sorry!" she blurted out, shoulders deflating, "Is there anything I can do to help? I can read over your notes and help you reformat them, if that helps?" She let out a small sigh, traces of her earlier amusement draining from her blue eyes, "I really am sorry, (Y/N), I was too embarrassed to tell you but I should have before you got stuck with this."

"I know," (Y/N) smiled, "And it's really okay, you know I'm just being dramatic. But I think I'm all caught up in my notes and everything—I still don't understand it, but there's no more work to be done anyway. Stanfill didn't even assign any reading for this weekend, so I think I'm finally not going to be behind on Monday."

"You're lucky," Ny mumbled around her pizza bagel, "My profs only do that when they have something worse planned for the weekend."

"I know, I was surprised. But, I mean, I'll take it." (Y/N) shifted her attention to the television in front of her, dropping back into the 'reality' of the show.

The more she thought about it, maybe Ny was right. It might not be a bad idea to ask Harry for help, especially if it would mean she had someone to talk to in that class.

—————

(Y/N)'s weekend of grace came to an abrupt end as she walked into Prof. Stanfill's lecture hall. Despite the fact she'd already had a pair of classes earlier in the day, nothing made her feel quite like it was Monday until she was forced to wrap her mind around concepts she couldn't even spell. She was running a few minutes late as she trudged to her seat, not having had enough time to grab something sweet to drink but still donning a green cardigan to keep her warm and comfortable.

It wasn't until she dropped her bag by her seat that she noticed her seatmate wasn't there like usual. Despite the small amount she saw of him, Harry was a rather predictable person—at least his schedule was, anyway. He was always there before her, set up with his highlighters and pens in neat rows and his notebook flipped to the exact right page. This wasn't like him at all to be missing just seven minutes before Stanfill was meant to start class. She hoped he was okay.

Eventually, just as (Y/N) begrudgingly had opened up her never ending document of notes, her seatmate stumbled through the heavy doors with a flustered expression marring his features.

He ran a heavy hand through the swirl of curls on his head, (Y/N) able to hear the audible sigh he heaved as he climbed the stairs to their row. He wore a pair of rust colored corduroy flares with a large black jumper bundled over his torso, his shoulder bag falling down his arm to land in the crook of his elbow. He clumsily sat down in his spot beside her, a mess of handwritten notes and colored highlighters and pens spilling out from the unfastened flap of his bag. Despite the mess, he breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down, the tension in his muscles dropping as he noticed Stanfill hadn't started class.

As his mess of utensils spilled across the tabletop, (Y/N) was quick to save a few of the pens and markers before they could tumble over the ledge. She passed them to him, settling them in a neat row beside the pile he was curating of his mismatched papers.

"Thank you," he responded quietly, his hands shaky as he straightened his jumble of notes.

She had never seen him so out of sorts like this. This wasn't the same guy she had pictured reading off a well-prepared speech at graduation. She was sure he wasn't used to feeling like this either if the flush disappearing down his neck and the worry curling his brow had anything to say.

"You okay?" she asked, just as quietly as he had spoken. She hoped she read him right; she'd feel awful if he took her question the wrong way like she thought something was wrong with him. The downfall of never speaking with your seatmate, she figured—she had no idea how he worked.

"Y-Yeah," he stuttered, finally setting his things out the rightful order he liked them in, "Jus' had a late start this morning." The blush that warmed his neck traveled upwards and painted over his cheeks. He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, as he reached into his bag to pull out his glasses case, slipping the large frames onto his pink nose.

Just as (Y/N) was about to respond, Professor Stanfill started up his ancient projector and began babbling on with no introduction.

Beside her, Harry sifted through his notes with a purpose, opening to the preferred page before detailing more notes on the already filled page. Usually, she wouldn't be so surprised that all of the information—being so monotonously presented—were things she didn't quite understand, but today was a whole other story.

Stanfill was going on about a completely new topic than the one they left on last Friday.

She quickly scrolled through her notes while paying as much attention as she could to what he was saying. She couldn't find any remnant of today's topic (oscillations, apparently) in any of her scattered notes. She could see from the corner of her eye that her classmate was only adding tidbits to his already completed notes, nodding his head along to certain points Professor Stanfill brought up.

She flicked her gaze nervously between her lecturer and Harry. She didn't want to interrupt the boy next to her, but she really needed to have at least some semblance of what was going on. She just hoped this was worth the embarrassment.

"Excuse me?" she whispered, leaning over the bench table closer to his space.

His head popped up from his notes, his glasses shifting down his nose as his eyes widened behind the lenses. "Yes?" he answered, his voice just as hush as his gaze never shifted from her's despite the pink dusting his skin.

"What is he talking about? Did I miss something?" She flicked her gaze towards the head of the room.

"Oh," he mumbled, a furrow in his brow appearing, "Did y'not come to the lab over the weekend?"

(Y/N)'s heart dropped at his words, her expression mirroring the fall.

"There was a lab?"

He looked almost guilty as he trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly nodding his head. He looked ready to say more before the sound of Professor Stanfill's voice projecting to the back of the auditorium stopped him.

"Do we have any questions in the back?" he boomed. For the first time his voice wasn't completely monotone.

Harry perked up in his seat, a stray curl landing across his forehead as his posture straightened. "No, sir," he answered quickly, shaking his head and pushing his glasses up his nose.

Stanfill shot them a warning look, flicking his searing gaze between the two of them before continuing on with the lesson (Y/N) was still lost on. Harry resumed his note taking, shooting her an apologetic glance before focusing on the page in front of him.

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(Y/N) was lost the remainder of the class, Professor Stanfill occasionally throwing her end of the room glances as he continued lecturing. Beside her, her seatmate continued taking his detailed notes, eventually turning to a new sheet of paper titled with another topic she had no idea they had moved on to. By the time they were dismissed, he had added another three pages to his pile and (Y/N) had typed about three words.

She knew she was going to be fucked anyway, since lab was a fairly large part of their final grade. All she wanted to do was go home, and pretend this hadn't happened. She didn't waste a second before she was rushing to pack up her supplies after getting dismissed by Stanfill.

Just as she slung her bag over her shoulder and started down the steps, a hand gently grabbed her bicep.

"W-wait," the shaky voice she had come to be familiar with sounded behind her. (Y/N) turned to find Harry stumbling after her with his glasses perched on the top of his head and his curls messily falling in his face. He clutched a bundle of looseleaf papers in his other hand as they came to a stop at the base of the steps. "I—uh—I wanted to give y'these, if y'wanted them," he reached his hand out to her with the somewhat crumpled page, "They're m'notes from the lab and today, so y'can catch up if y'wanted."

He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, the already raspberry colored skin now flushing to a deep red and swelling against the force. His hands held a slight tremor as he offered her the papers.

(Y/N) felt her eyes round out at his actions. "Are you sure?" she questioned, not wanting to take them unless she knew he was okay with lending the notes she knew he took great pride in.

He jerkily nodded his head, a small smile on his face despite the fact he was still biting down on the full of his bottom lip. "I know y'need them, so please." He urged the papers towards her again, scuffing the toes of his white Vans into the floor.

She gratefully took the volunteered pages from his loose grip, her brows downturning as she gazed at him. "Thank you so much. You really don't have to do this, but it really means a lot."

"You're welcome," he smiled, dimples denting his cheeks as she took his gift. (Y/N) reciprocated his smile and scanned over the organized notes in her hands, finding his name scribbled in the top corner.

"Your name's Harry?" she confirmed, edging towards the door as he followed beside her. Now she didn't have to worry about calling him the wrong name. He nodded his head in response, her question making his cheeks turn a quick pink despite himself. "I'm (Y/N)."

Harry nodded his head beside her, a shy smile on his lips. "Nice t'meet you, (Y/N). Officially."

(Y/N) smiled at his polite introduction, looking over the notes in her hand. They had stopped just outside Stanfill's hall, the large windows showing the quad with the autumnal sun lighting up their forms.

"Thank you again, Harry," she started, sliding the papers into her bag after glancing at the time on her phone: 4:13. She hadn't planned on tuning in tonight, but if (Y/N) didn't want to miss the one sure-fire way she would get any form of stress relief after the class she just endured, she needed to get home soon. "I'll get these back to you on Friday, okay? I have to go, but I'll see you then!"

She tossed him a wave before turning around, walking towards the parking lot. Harry gave her his own dimpled grin.

"Bye, (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) smiled over her shoulder one more time before hurrying to her car.

—————

(Y/N) sighed as she settled into the down of her comforter, the smooth satin of the pajama set she had changed into sliding against her skin (she wanted to feel pretty before she watched the stream, she thought she deserved it). She pulled her laptop onto her thighs, sticking her headphones in her ears before opening up a private tab.

She barely even paid attention as she routed herself to the familiar green layout, signing in and pulling up the page scrawled with treatpeoplewkisses across the top. She hoped that she had gotten his scheduling right; she hoped that Monday was a stream night. When she saw that he hadn't started anything, instead posting the usual announcement detailing that he would be going live in ten minutes in the custom pink font, she felt lucky as she sunk into her comforter.

Just as the time ticked to five o'clock, another status came through, detailed with a link to the stream he was starting now. The only hesitation that came as (Y/N) followed the link came from her stress-wearied muscles, but she had high hopes for that feeling to be melted away by the end of the night.

The chat was already racing through with comments by the time the page loaded. The typical standby screen was situated where H would appear any second with the empty tip meter off to the side. (Y/N) melted into her bedding as she waited, grateful for the fact Ny was still in one of her classes.

Suddenly, his deep voice sounded through her headphones although the standby screen never changed. "Hello," he chirped the familiar greeting despite no view of him. The comments started flooding in, asking him where he was and why they couldn't see him. "How ar—Wait, did I forget to turn m'camera on again?"

A breathy laugh sounded through her ears causing (Y/N) to match the smile she figured was on his face. Although she hadn't been a viewer for very long at all, she had already picked up on his habit of forgetting to turn his camera on every couple of shows. After a bit of rustling coming from his end, the standby screen was replaced with the familiar view of his body from the neck down.

He wore a thin, white t-shirt tonight, his tattoos etched on his arms on display with the few covering his torso only thinly veiled by the fabric.

He waved his hand at the screen, his breathy laugh filling the air. "Hello, again. Sorry about that, 'm a little flustered today. Ran a little late this morning filming a new video, which should be up this weekend on m'premium, and I've been all out of sorts since. I apologize for being late, as well."

He settled his hands on his thighs, quiet for a moment as he assumedly began to read through the comments flooding in. Many were asking what the video from this morning featured, while others were telling him it was okay he was late and that they didn't mind. Majority completely bypassed the conversation, impatient for the real show to begin with pleads sandwiched around his honorific in hopes of spurring him on.

"Thank y'for understanding." His voice was soft as he spoke, (Y/N) could imagine him with a kind smile on his face and his eyes tender. She knew and understood why he never showed his face and respected that choice, but she often found herself wondering what he looked like behind the camera. She'd bet he's beautiful.

"Anyway," he started, painted fingers plucking at the hem of his plain top as he sat back in his chair, "How are y'today? You've already heard about m'day, I'd like to hear about your's."

A stream of comments filtered through the chat, most ignoring the question or breezing through it before sending requests for the show. (Y/N) rested her fingers on the keyboard, trying to think of an answer to his question before he would move on.

sunflowerssweetheart: mine was good thank u!! i finally asked for help in one of my classes today so hopefully i can figure out what's going on !

Like he somehow always did, he found her comment.

"That's good, sweetheart, 'm proud of you," he praised, the smile in his tone audible. She didn't know if it was particular to only her, but (Y/N) couldn't help but feel like he reserved sweetheart just for her, always replying to her comments with the pet name. She hoped it was, especially since the name was in her user. (And, she would feel a little silly getting bashful over nothing, so she clung to the hope that she wasn't just making it up).

(Y/N) felt her own smile tug at her cheeks, feeling shy at his compliment although he couldn't see her. She quickly typed out another comment before he could get distracted by the tips coming in, urging him to start.

sunflowerssweetheart: thank you h!!:)

She knew she was most likely not going to get another response from him, seeing as her comment was very quickly buried under the new tips coming in, captioned with requests to start the show and asking for daddy to "show his cock".

"I see you're in a daddy mood tonight, again," he mused, slowly tugging his shirt off and revealing the collection of tattoos adorning his torso. He settled back into his seat, his chest now bare, "Good thing I am, too."

His skin looked soft as he relaxed, highlighted by the soft lighting that surrounded his set up. (Y/N)'s heartbeat picked up as she gazed at him through the screen. She wished she could meet someone like him in real life.

She watched on as he rubbed his palm along his thighs, the look of his long fingers scratching down the fabric of his pants catching her attention. She absently trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, imagining what it would feel like to have his hands warming her skin like that, sneaking under the hem of her satin shorts in search of the tie-dye thong she had concealed under the delicate fabric. She sighed as she watched one of his hands travel between his thighs, the full of his cock filling out the fabric of his trousers.

His hand cradled the outline of his hardened prick, giving the bulge a squeeze as a hiss sounded through her headphones. His stomach muscles clenched as his breathing stuttered. (Y/N) imagined his head rolling back on the headrest of the chair he sat in, blissed out at the feel of new relief.

"Daddy's been s'hard all day for you, s'hard," he groaned, his fist wrapping around his shaft as best he could as he emulated jerking himself off in teasing twists. "Took everything not to go off in the middle of m'day and make myself cum thinking of you."

She knew he was feeding them lines like from a script, designed to make each of his viewers believe he was talking only to them, but she couldn't help but fall for it. She liked to fantasize that he had thought of her the way she had thought of him. She didn't have even half the mind to be embarrassed as she slid her hand under the waist of her shorts, brushing against the softened fabric of her underwear. She felt flush as she found the wet patch that had soaked through her thong, the wetness seeping between her lips already.

He breathed a laugh that filtered through her headphones. "Already want me to pull m'cock out? We've barely even started, baby."

Her eyes fluttered as she took in his teasing. She knew he was most likely responding to the comments she had stopped bothering to read, but it felt like he was talking to her and teasing her for wanting to see and feel all of him. Her fingers pressed gently against her clit, the wet fabric of her panties sticking to her slit. She felt breathless.

She couldn't help herself before she typed another quick comment, hoping it would somehow sway him the way she needed.

sunflowerssweetheart: please daddy:(

She watched as he gave his cock a final squeeze before settling his hands on the armrests of the chair he was sat in. He clenched his fingers around the cushioned ledge, slowly standing from his position. His stomach with the bottom of his butterfly tattoo and the full of the laurels bracketing his hips were left in frame, but the crotch of his pants were the focus of the shot. His hands slowly worked the button of his trousers, the pace teasing.

"Well, since y'asked so nicely, sweetheart," he crooned, (Y/N) melting as he said the name—her name, again. She liked to think he was doing this for her.

With that, his tip meter went up like crazy; the chat was filled with the declarations of high amounts of money being donated to him sandwiched between viewers voicing their praise. He didn't seem to pay the rise any attention, keeping his focus on the show he was giving. His pants were left undone as he pushed them down to his knees with the grey of his tight boxers being left on display. The outline of his cock laid against his thigh with a small wet patch forming where his slit dripped precum. His hand slid down the muscles of his stomach, slipping under the fabric and wrapping his fist around his shaft. He let out a deep moan, his stomach tensing at the feel of his hand and the relief flooding his system.

"This what y'wanted, baby?" he teased, playing a game with his wanton viewers. He shifted his stance, standing with his side to the camera with his hand jerking off his cock in front of him. (Y/N) could see the outline of his fingers through the fabric, his rough tugging allowing small glimpses lower into his boxers. She could just imagine the smirk on his face as he knew what he was doing, going on with the teasing while he got what he wanted.

(Y/N) own fingers pressed headily against her clit, rubbing tight circles around the bundle at the sight on her screen. She'd never gotten this wet before she found his streams that drunken lonely night, no matter if she didn't get to see his face. She dipped her fingers behind her underwear, the slick of her slit wetting her fingertips. A small whimper left her lips at the contact, picturing H's long fingers slipping through her folds.

She wanted to see more of him; see more of his body she imagined was touching her's.

sunflowerssweetheart: more p lease daddy:( im so wet:(

Her comment was messy given the fact she was typing one handed, but she hoped it would be more enticing than embarrassing. She watched on as his motions slowed in his boxers, his hand sliding out from underneath the fabric. He hooked his index fingers into the waistband, tugging his boxers down just the smallest bit to reveal the beginnings of a dark thatch of hair at the base of his cock.

"You're 'so wet', sweetheart? All for daddy, right?" he continued, his mocking words feeling directed to only her despite the comments and tips rolling in to say otherwise.

sunflowerssweetheart: all for you daddy

Without another word, he tugged his boxers down the rest of the way. His cock sprung up against his bare stomach, his large butterfly tattoo now dotted with a string of his precum. The head was ruddy and flushed, the shine of his precum coating his shaft and playing off the lighting in his room. Still standing, he wrapped his fist around his cock and started fucking down his shaft in the same rough tugs he had kept hidden from them in his boxers.

"See how hard I am for you, baby?" he moaned, his free hand coming to cradle his balls in his large palm. (Y/N) swore her mouth watered at the sight, wishing it were her hands tugging at his prick, and her mouth wrapped around the head. She wanted to make him feel good.

"Mm, yeah?" he moaned, his fist speeding up, "Like seeing daddy fuck himself for y'like this? Bet y'wish it was your hand, right, baby?"

(Y/N) let out a loud moan at his dirty talk, feeling unencumbered by the empty apartment she was holed up in. It was like he knew exactly what she was thinking. Her own fingers stuttered over her clit, the wetness seeping between her thighs making a slick noise with each pass. She watched on as he sat back down, his cock standing straight up in his lap.

He worked his pants and boxers further down to his ankles, allowing him to spread his legs further apart. She could see clearly between his thighs, the way his hand gently cradled his balls and the rough tugs along his shaft. He let out coarse moans as he stopped and squeezed at the head of his cock, his chest stuttering in correlation with his breathing.

"Feels so fucking good, you know that? Thinking about your pretty mouth wrapped around daddy's cock." His voice was low and deep as he prattled on about his fantasy, his accent wrapping around his title and causing the fire to burn brighter in (Y/N)'s tummy.

"Bet you'd like that wouldn't you, sweetheart? Daddy's big cock fucking your mouth, making y'gag and get all messy for me." The hand he had cradling his balls shifted from it's spot between his legs, stopping on the straining muscles of his stomach. His hand on his prick sped up, his moans deepening with incoherent mumblings about how good he felt. (Y/N) felt her heartbeat increase in her chest as she watched the hand on his stomach dig his nails into the butterfly etched across his skin at the pleasure coursing through his system. His thighs tensed at the feeling, small red marks appearing on his skin as he drug his nails across the expanse.

"Feels s'fucking good, shit."

(Y/N) wished it could be her to cause those moans to leave his lips, the image of her sat between his thighs spurring on her own arousal.

She watched with her hand in her panties as he brought himself closer and closer to release, moans spilling from his lips and filtering through her headphones. He varied the pace of his strokes, speeding up and bringing himself close to finishing with groans of how good he felt and how he was s'close to cumming for his baby, only to stop and slow down. He would pause with his hand settling on his base, squeezing roughly to stave off his orgasm and prolong the show. Tips were flooding in the whole time, viewers urging him to cum, telling them how they wished they could be there with him, requesting different things from him. H replied to a few, bringing in more tips and comments from his audience.

(Y/N) couldn't stop herself before she brought her unoccupied hand to her keyboard, wanting to gain some kind of attention from him to bring herself that much closer to her own release.

sunflowerssweetheart: ur cock is s pretty daddy I cant wait to see u cum please

A groan bubbled from her onscreen performer, his tugs along his shaft speeding up. "Y'think daddy's cock is pretty, sweetheart?"

He sounded breathless as he replied to her, his name for her accompanied with a small shudder as he swiped his thumb over the precum soaked crown of his prick. (Y/N)'s own weeping hole gushed more wetness, soaking the already ruined panties and now the inseam of her satin shorts. She snuck a teasing finger towards her entrance, the base of her fingers still rubbing at her clit.

sunflowerssweetheart: so pretty daddy

sunflowerssweetheart: i wanna see u cum so bad

Another loud moan filtered through her ears after she pressed enter, H—hopefully—having read her comment. He spread his legs further apart, his hand reaching towards his heavy balls again as his thighs clenched at the contact.

"Y'want daddy to cum, sweetheart? Are y'close, too? Don't wanna cum without you." His voice was graveled as he moaned out his words, (Y/N)'s eyes closely following the rhythm of his tugs. She mimicked the pace with her own fingers, slipping a single digit into her hole and rubbing the heel of her palm into her clit.

She wanted him to cum so badly, to see the sticky ropes of his orgasm be released all over his tummy and his hands she wished were her's instead. Despite the other comments rolling in, declaring how close the other viewers were, (Y/N) didn't hesitate to type her own response back, even if he didn't catch it.

sunflowerssweetheart: im so close daddy i wanna cum with you

"Okay," he crooned, his voice breathless while still being able to pull off the sultry tone he had mastered, "Daddy'll cum with y'sweetheart. Gonna cum so hard for you."

She was too distracted with her own pleasure to write anything coherent back, her finger soaked inside her pulsing pussy. Her walls tightened around her digit, fantasizing what H would say if it were his fingers stretching out her pussy instead. She settled for watching the way his chest took on a pinkened flush as he grew closer and closer to the release he promised. Small, strangled groans spilled from his lips, only interrupted by the moans of curses detailing how good he felt. His hand made squelching sounds as he pumped his cock, the slick of his precum making it that much easier for his fist to pass over the length in slick runs. His thighs tensed and split wider apart as he melted in his seat. From the top of the frame, where his neck was displayed with thick veins and tendons protruding from under the dewy skin, the smallest of deep brown tendrils of hair were peeking out and curling at his jawline.

"Gonna be a lot, sweetheart, can already feel it. Gonna be s'much cum for you," he groaned, his fingers now focusing on the head of his cock as his other hand gently tugged on his balls and brought himself closer. A whimper left (Y/N)'s throat, fighting to keep her eyes open as she didn't want to miss a minute of his show.

"Y'wan—fuck," he was cut off by his own moaning, the swear falling from his lips like he had no knowledge of it beforehand, "Y'wanna see it, sweetheart? See all the cum daddy saved for you all day?"

(Y/N) nodded despite the fact he couldn't see her. His tip meter surged higher in a matter of seconds at the mention of him cumming, peaking over his usual average. More and more comments rolled in, pleading for H to cum and show everyone what he had apparently saved for them. (Y/N) didn't mind being a part of the slew of comments, her mind somewhere else and too occupied to think clearly.

sunflowerssweetheart: yes pleas e daddy

"'Please, daddy?'," he mimicked, voice pitched and whiny as his cock jumped with a small blurt of precum pearling on his tip, "So polite, s-sweetheart, can't say no to you."

Only a moment later, with his fist roughly tugging at the shaft of his prick, white ropes of cum painted his chest. They shot high enough for droplets to stand out starkly against the inked, black birds sitting on his chest, others dripping down his cock and coating his hands in the release. He wasn't lying when he had said it would be a lot. (Y/N) watched with hooded eyes as sprays of cum coated the butterfly on his stomach and the strong hands that had captured her attention the whole show. His deep moans flooded her ears, strings of curse words and uninhibited groans coming from deep in his chest. His skin was dusted a rosy pink as he breathed in stuttered, broken breaths.

Watching him cum was enough to bring (Y/N) over the edge, imagining herself there with him where she could have cleaned up for him. She came, thinking of how it would feel to trace her tongue along his chest and lick up the salty release from the muscles before cleaning his fingers and hands.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy," she called as she came, her fingers on her pussy rubbing heart stopping motions on her clit and small thrusts of her finger inside. She became impossibly wet, her release spilling past her finger and drenching the delicate fabric of her shorts. She felt the aftershocks go through her as she pictured how nice it would feel to have the weight of his big cock resting on her tongue and the taste of his cum in the back of her throat. She couldn't ever cum like this before finding H.

She hadn't realized she had fluttered her eyes closed until she heard his deep voice still breathing small moans filter through her ears, causing her to jerk her head up and blink away her cum-laden thoughts in favor of catching the end of his show. She kept her hand in her panties as she came down, delicately slipping her fingers through the mess she had made.

H was still sitting in his chair, his strong chest heaving and blushed a subtle red. His hand kept steadily jerking his cock, his member jumping as small spurts of leftover cum blurted from the tip. He came down slowly, taking longer than usual, though (Y/N) wasn't surprised if the amount of cum he had obviously been saving was anything to go by. She looked through the comments rolling in, finding the tip meter had gone higher than she had ever seen it before.

Many were asking for him to cum again, to keep the show going. (Y/N) couldn't deny that a greedy part of her wanted the same, but she could tell by the labored breathing and the way it looked like it hurt him to even tuck his cock back into his boxers, that he was much too sensitive to cum again.

A breathless laugh sounded from his end, his posture straightening as he reached for something off screen. He came back with a baby blue towel in his hand, gently wiping the cum off his chest and his hands. (Y/N) couldn't help but pout a bit at the idea of him wasting it.

"Can't cum again tonight, baby, but I'll be back soon," he said, his voice going back to the way he had started the stream. He sounded huskier, like he was tired with his tongue lazing around the words, but she liked it. She liked when he sounded just as exhausted as she felt; it made it easy to pretend this was some form of aftercare where he would cuddle her until they both fell asleep.

(Y/N) slipped her fingers out of her panties, already itching to get out of the now cold garments. She watched on as H straightened himself out, preparing for the end of his stream. His voice always took on a romantic croon at this point, the show becoming something so personal that made it easy to come back no matter how sleazy she felt afterwards.

"I adore y'so much, love. Thank y'for spending your night with me. I'll be back soon, wait for me."

Then, the screen cut to black.

The chat ceased with all other comments emptying and his tip meter going blank. With shaky hands, (Y/N) quickly logged out of the page and exited out of the site, leaving her on her previous Etsy shop pages. She carefully pulled out her headphones, stowing them away before standing on shaky legs.

Her thoughts filtered around her camboy (it felt like such a filthy phrase for someone like him, but she knew it was the reality) as she tugged her soiled shorts off along with her ruined thong. She listened closely, hoping her roommate hadn't come home early to see her walk of shame to their washing machine. Once she was in a new set of more comfortable pajamas, she dumped her clothing in the almost full machine, adjusting the settings before allowing it to run.

She washed her hands in the kitchen before trailing back towards her room. She passed her bag she clumsily dropped in the hall when she had got home, a bundle of notes sticking out from the open flap. As she picked up her bag, careful to not let the pages spill any further, she examined the notes.

As soon as she caught sight of the precise highlights and neat writing, she remembered the way Harry—not Edward—had so graciously loaned her his notes, her kind seatmate. She smiled, her first clear thought since finishing her stream with treatpeoplewkisses. She tucked the papers back into her bag, taking it with her into her room.

She couldn't help but feel sleepy as she left her bag by her desk on the floor, knowing she would have time to take a nap if she wanted to. Ny shouldn't be home for another hour or so, so she had time to snuggle into her mass of pillows and pretend the boy she had just watched on her laptop screen would cuddle her to a sweet sleep.

God, she was so happy she found H.

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(Y/N), with borrowed notes in hand, immediately pinned her eyes on her unassigned-assigned seat in the lecture hall, finding Harry already sat just where she hoped he'd be. He had his own gaze fixed on the perfect setup he had in front of him, the polar opposite from the mess he had worked through earlier in the week. A smile spread across her cheeks at the sight of him, still extremely grateful for the act of kindness he offered on Monday.

"Hi Harry," she greeted as she approached her seat, dropping her bag on the linoleum beside it.

He whipped his head up at the sound of her voice, eyes wide and cheeks pink, "Oh, hi, (Y/N)." A shy smile bloomed over his lips as his eyes met hers.

Settling into her spot, she offered his notes back, "Here's your notes, by the way."

Harry carefully took them from her grasp, rolling his lips between his teeth despite the clear dimples denting into his cheeks. "Thank you," he sighed, "Were they any help?"

She was hoping he would ask something of the sort. (Y/N) was extremely proud of the notes she was able to pin together with the help of his template, and she wanted to show him. "Yes, they were really helpful, Harry! Look at my notes," she said, cracking open her laptop and tapping open her physics folder. She angled the screen to show off the typed up version of his notes, the pages making more sense than the weeks of documents she already had saved, "They've never made sense like this before."

Ending with a breathy laugh, she waited for Harry's reaction. She watched on as a bright smile curled his lips, too large of a grin to be contained by the grip of his teeth. "Really?" he looked to her over the frames of his glasses, his blush reaching the tips of his ears.

"Mhm," she hummed the affirmation, sliding her laptop to sit in front of her regular spot, "You didn't have to give me your notes, so it really does mean a lot that you were willing to help me. Thank you, Harry."

"'M jus' happy I could help," he smiled, voice quiet and soft, "Thank you."

Her brow furrows at his unnecessary gratitude for her words, especially since she hadn't done anything but thank him for something kind he did. Still, she could tell there was a bashfulness that tinted his words and his voice, something that was making him nervous just like he was when he offered the notes in the first place. She didn't want to make it worse or even discourage him from talking to her again by bringing up his misplaced appreciation.

"You really like physics, huh? Like this is your class?"

(Y/N) settled into her seat, turning her body to give Harry the full of her attention. He shrugged his shoulders under the white satin shirt he had hanging open over the black top underneath. "Yeah, kinda," he mumbled, "I don't know—I know it's kind of weird, but it's really interesting to me, to be able to quantify things we can't see."

"It's not weird at all," (Y/N) said, shaking her head, "When you say it like that, it sounds really cool. I just wish I understood it; your notes helped me get this, but the rest of this class—I doubt I'll be so lucky."

Harry mimicked the short laugh she let out, his eyes dropping to her lips before he rolled his own between his teeth. "Yeah, it can definitely be complicated sometimes; you're not alone."

Stanfill made his appearance then, abruptly halting the first real conversation she'd had with anyone in her physics class and with Harry, of all people. Just as (Y/N) had said, she doubted she was going to be so lucky with the rest of the course, already knowing her next set of notes were going to be nothing compared to the aided ones she was so proud of. Nonetheless, as Professor Stanfill started off on his lacking presentation, she tried her best to keep up.

Halfway through the lecture, (Y/N) noticed the slight angle Harry's paper had taken. The page was tilted just enough to give her a view of the pieces of information he was writing down with the headings and section starters clear for her to read. She didn't know if it was on purpose, but she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to get another good set of notes that were going to make a lot more sense than whatever was being projected up front. Every time Harry stopped writing and leaned back just enough for her to get a look at what he was copying down, she did her own information search and put down the same headings and shorthand versions of what was scrawled over his page.

It wasn't until he hesitated to turn to a fresh page for him to fill, that she realized Harry was doing this on purpose. He instead tore out a stark new page, continuing where he left off while keeping what (Y/N) was still copying down in her view instead of tucking it away. A smile took her features as she figured out that none of his actions were an accident that she was taking advantage of—he wanted to keep helping her.

When Stanfill finally dismissed class, assigning reading for the weekend that (Y/N) couldn't help but be relieved about (at least she knew she wasn't missing a lab if this was their homework), it was a blessing. She didn't pack up with the same speed as she was used to, lagging behind in her movements in an effort to speak to Harry some more.

"Thank you for letting me see your notes," she smiled, tossing him a glance through her lashes as she tucked away her laptop.

As another blush crept over his features, (Y/N) worried he was going to permanently shift tones with the amount of times the blood was brought to the surface of his cheeks. "Oh, yeah. Of course."

"I just get kind of lost when he references stuff we're apparently already supposed to know or things we went over before. It's hard enough to learn something I have no idea about, and then when he compares it to something else I know nothing about, it doesn't help much," (Y/N) smiled, letting out a breathy laugh, "So thank you for letting me get a few more good notes in."

(Y/N) slung her bag over her shoulder, grabbing for her phone she had stashed in her pocket and her keys. Harry was quiet with a small smile on his features, continuing to pack up the array of utensils he had for his notes.

"Well," she started, slowly edging towards the column of stairs beside their seats, "I'll see you on Monday, Harry. Have a nice weekend!"

He stopped at the sound of her goodbye, stiffening as he rushed to close the flap on his bag. He looked to her through his lashes, swallowing before straightening and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "(Y/N), wait," he called, causing her to stop halfway down the case.

"Hm?" she hummed, turning towards him to find him having a hard time meeting her eyes and enough blush coloring his face she worried about his blood flow. He lagged around a response, the few stragglers from their class having shifted their attention towards the small scene he created. (Y/N) beckoned him towards her, calling for him to join her out into the hall.

Harry almost stumbled at least twice as he caught up with her, following like a puppy as they made it out the heavy doors that guarded the lecture hall.

"Everything okay?" she asked, wondering about his earlier effort to keep her from leaving him behind.

"Yeah—I, uh," he floundered, eyeing the ground with each step of his busted Vans, "I was wondering if y'wanted help with physics? Like, tutoring and things like that?" He swallowed around his words, finding the courage to look at her over the frames of his glasses, "You said that m'notes helped, and, if y'wanted, we could go over some of the older units and I can explain some things better. But, we don't have to if y'don't want. 'M sure you're busy and we can do like we did over the weekend and I can send y'home with some of m'notes if y'liked that better but... yeah."

He ended lamely with his gaze landing in its previous position pinned towards the ground. They had stopped walking to stand in the same corridor that he had offered his first set of notes in, though he seemed to be decidedly more nervous this second time around.

(Y/N) smiled at him from where he stood wringing the strap to his bag in his fist and scuffing his toes into the ground. She decided Harry was entirely too sweet to be so nervous over offering her some help she clearly needed; it was obvious he was really shy, but she found it cute.

"I would actually really appreciate that, Harry," she said, waiting for him to look at her so he could hopefully replace the nervous set in his jaw with a shy smile she was becoming familiar with, "I would love any tutoring you're willing to offer. I definitely need it, that's for sure."

His fumbling fingers froze in the nylon of the bag strap, perking up with the smile she was hoping she would catch, "Really?" A lone curl flopped over his forehead, a boyish look taking over his giddy features.

"You've seen my sorry excuse for notes without you—you're going to change this entire course for me if you're offering actual explanations now too."

"'M jus' happy to help," Harry offered simply, something prideful settling in the broad of his shoulders.

(Y/N) fished her phone from her pocket, tapping in her passcode and pulling up her contacts before handing it out for Harry to take. "Here," she urged, "Put your number in and we can figure out times and schedules and everything."

If it was at all possible, Harry flushed a deeper pink. His skin stood out starkly against the creamy white of the button down hanging off of his shoulders, his hands exhibiting a barely there tremor as he reached for her phone. He nodded his head, the curl that brushed his forehead swaying at the movement.

Harry was quick to fill in his information, leaving his contact rather bare before handing it back to (Y/N) with a small There.

Saving the contact, (Y/N) stuck the device back in her pocket. She started edging towards the parking lot where her car was waiting, tossing Harry a smile over her shoulder. "I'll text you later, okay?"

A bright smile took Harry's features, dimples dented into his cheeks with the full of his smile on display. "I look forward to it!"

(Y/N) stifled the small laugh that bubbled in her chest at his endearing enthusiasm. "I'll see you later, Harry!"

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment as he offered her a small wave before she turned towards the parking lot. Though, she never lost her smile since she swore she felt a pair of eyes following after her.

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“Look at you.” Remus cooed at your small frame below him. He pinned his arms either side of your head, there was a cocky smirk painted on his face. “Under me where you belong.”

He was being a downright tease, pushing the tip of his cock into you slowly before you even had a chance to feel it around you. You had been on the edge for so long and just one thing could seriously push you off. Remus didn’t spare you any mercy, being ruthless and mean.

“Rem.” You whined, a pout forming at your lips. “Please.”

It didn't take as much begging to get him to thrust into you but it was still quite long before he gave in. You whimpered at the stretch of his cock inside you. It’s a feeling you should be used to by now but you couldn’t help but gasp at how big he is.

The sheer size that was inside of you made tears gather at the corners of your eyes. You knotted your fingers in his pretty brown locks and moaned.

Remus captured your lips into a kiss, tongue slithering into your mouth and tangling with yours. His cock continued to slide in and out of you, thrusting into you harshly. He never stopped his movements, determined to make you into a writhing mess.

The various sounds of pleasure that left your lips are all swallowed by him and your small stature can barely support the way he was tearing you into two. Remus loved this. Loved how you’re like a doll in his hands, one that he was allowed to play with whenever he wanted.

“Fuck, so pretty.” He admired the way there was a prominent bulge in your lower stomach where his cock was. You whimpered, bottom lip trembling. His cock was pulsing inside you and the feeling was too good, amazing even. He brought your hand to press against your stomach.

“You feel that?”

You nodded your head fervently, senses slowly getting lost. Remus dragged his hips out before snapping them quickly back to yours. The thrust had your insides turning to mush and you felt yourself melt to his body. Each thrust into you made you one step closer to your release. You could see stars at the way he was pounding into you.

“You know what that means?”

He leant down to whisper in your ear and you felt his hot breath fan across your skin, sending tingles through your bones. His voice was low and husky with a deep timbre. You shook your head in regards to his question, mind too foggy to think. Remus gave you one hard thrust of his hips.

“It means you’re mine.”

You let out a strangled cry as you released. Remus watched in awe as your long lashes fluttered when you blinked repeatedly. He fucked you through your orgasm, hand still pressing down on the bulge in your stomach.

“I’m yours..” You whimpered. “Only yours Rem…”

Your boyfriend grinned.

“That’s right darling, you’re mine.”

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HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

"You posted on Instagram and you didn't say anything to me?!" Y/N shows up at their bedroom door, where Harry is lying on his stomach.

He smiles and continues scrolling through his phone, reading the comments. His fiancée climbs on his back, and rests her head on his shoulder.

"So we're going to Spain and Argentina this year?" She asks, placing kisses on his neck which makes him shiver.

"Yup." He answers, looking over his shoulder to get a view of her.

"What about the wedding?"

Right, the wedding.

"We'll take a little break and do it, m'soul. I promise." He says, and presses his lips together. "Kissy?"

Y/N rolls his eyes, but still reaches out to give him a beak. "You better, I want to end 2022 married to the boy in baggy pants who visited my tree house."

Harry growls, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. "I promise you we'll end up married, and we'll have eight babies and a cat."

"I thought you were a dog person?" She asks, frowning.

"Yeah, but you're a cat person, and what you want, you get."

"You know, instead of having eight children, we could have two pets and less than four babies, it would be easier." She laughs, stroking his curls which (luckily for her) are growing back.

"Nope, eight babies seems fair to me."