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A Good Fit**

Brother's best friend trope! I'm really, really happy with this one! I was inspired by the picture above. I was also stoned when I started this so it’s very horny 🫠

Warnings: Cheating, female masturbation, age gap (7yrs), dirty talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, choking/breathplay, slight degradation, size kink.

WC: 8.3K

Unfortunately for Harry it wasn’t uncommon that you show up at his place after you’ve had a fight with your boyfriend. So when he heard the knocks on the door he knew it was you from the call you had made earlier from a random number and you asked him if he could send you an uber since your phone was dead. He hurried over and let you in. And as he took your appearance in you didn’t look sad you just looked angry.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked and you exhaled sharply and nodded.

“I am now. Just…needed to get out of there.” You said and he nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“After? I just need to think for a bit. Do you mind if I shower and borrow something to sleep in?”

“Not at all, come on.” He said and guided you through his apartment, “F’you need anything else just shout for me.”

“Yeah, thank you Har.”

“Course.” He hummed before he shut the door to the bathroom and headed off to the kitchen to make some tea.

Harry knew your family because of your older brother. When he did an exchange program during his undergrad years Harry’s family was his host family and they quickly became friends. Then, Harry came to the states for grad school and to work so he was roommates with your brother for about 4 years, which is when you and your family met him. And well that leads to the present! At the end of your 3rd year of university you got offered a spot in a very lucrative and once-in-a-lifetime international cohort and internship opportunity for your final year, and that’s why you moved to London last July. The only reason your parents even allowed you to do this was because they knew someone in London now, that was Harry. He had just turned 30, like your brother, and well your parents knew that you guys got along and that he was a nice guy so they felt comfortable letting you go alone knowing that he was nearby. 

Harry was a really cool guy, but despite that you intended to steer as far away from his as possible because you didn’t need a babysitter. You were 23, soon to be 24! But when the homesickness started to hit you sought him out and he was always so welcoming and comforting and sweet. He knew this shop where they’d sell American treats, he’d take you there sometimes even though it was quite far away, since he had a car. And when you’d be sick or feeling under the weather he’d make you food and bring you medicine…he looked after you and soon you started to spend more time with him. He was actually the reason why you even started dating your boyfriend, Charlie. Charlie was 31, handsome, mature, had a great job…he was really romantic and detail oriented, he just did anything he could to make you happy and for a while things were really, really good. But over the last few months he has been so awful, picking fights for no reason, starting to get aggressive out of no where, flaking on you or just going unheard of for days at a time. The party tonight was a colleague’s birthday party and he had invited you to make up for a fight you’d had earlier in the week over some naked pictures he had recently saved of some girl on his phone. You had a feeling that he was cheating or that something big was off for a while so tonight, when you caught a glimpse of him slipping into a room with that girl from the pictures on his phone you just decided to leave.

You had just finished explaining this to Harry as you sat across from him at his kitchen island in his big, baggy t-shirt and a pair of striped briefs. You hadn’t even touched your tea as you ranted about how awful he had been all week.

“Date older! They said…they’re more mature…s’a bunch of BS.” You finished with a huff.

“Yeah, unfortunately older doesn’t necessarily mean wiser…” he said softly, “I’m sorry all that happened. You do deserve better.”

“I know I do, that’s why I’m not gonna cry about it.” 

“Well if you feel like crying you should.” He said and you smiled and shook your head.

“No, I don’t feel sad. That’s the weird thing, like I just feel…stupid I guess for not…snapping out of this sooner.” You explained, “Like…” you stoped to lick over your lips and snigger, “I’ve praised this guy up and down as if he fucking hung up the sun and moon and bragged about him to my parents and when they come for graduation in 2 weeks he’s not even gonna be around!” You sniggered with embarrassment, “God, I’m such a fucking mess.” You groaned as you covered your face with your palms and he huffed.

“Hey, none of that. You’re not stupid and you’re not a mess. You’re just…young.” He said with a little shrug and you pouted a bit.

“OK why do you say it in a condescending manner though?” You asked and he sighed.

“Y/N, I’m not. I’m just saying that…when you’re young you don’t…you just don’t have any foresight sometimes. Like your brain isn’t even fully developed yet!” He argued factually and you crossed your arms with a scoff.

“So you are saying I’m stupid.”

“No! God, stop putting words in my mouth!” He said back with a flustered laugh and you were not sure what was so amusing about this, you were getting upset at him now.

“I’m not! I’m just trying to figure out what it is you’re implying by telling me that I’m just young and have an underdeveloped brain!” You nearly shouted and he sighed.

“Keep it down, please. I have neighbors.” He warned and you looked at him expectantly and he tutted, “I’m just trying to say that you’re a little…naive.” He finished and you looked at him like he was insane.

“I’m not naive, Harry.” You said and he looked at you like you had grown another head, “I’m not naive!” You said louder.

“Raising your voice doesn’t make what you’re saying correct.” He said calmly and you were boiling over with rage. You knew he wasn’t being smug about it or anything but he clearly was about to school you if you kept pushing this argument. But you were also very certain that he had you all wrong. 

“Then stop calling me naive!”

“I don’t know why you think that’s such an awful thing, Y/N. You’re young, you’re supposed to be naive like…I don’t see the problem.”

“The problem is that naïveté implies that someone is clueless! And I’m not clueless!”

“Not about everything, but there are just things that you do that…show your age.” Is all he said and you pouted.

“OK, like what?”

“Like you dating an older man because he’s gonna be “more mature”, like please, Y/N! Age really is just a number.” He stated with a dry and obvious tone and you scoffed at him, “Or like a few weeks ago when he asked you for money and you gave him, a grown ass man, your money and then had to ask me for rides because you couldn’t reload your tube pass!” He said.

“His car got towed and he lost his wallet!” You defended.

“What kind of mature, responsible man gets so fucking shit faced that he looses his car and his wallet?” Harry asked and you just bit the inside of your cheek as you glared at him, “And you found naked pictures on his phone a few days ago and didn’t end it then?” He questioned.

“Maybe I misinterpreted things or-”

“Or maybe you just turn a blind eye to logic and go against your better judgement because you’re too caught up in whatever illusion he’s weaved for you that you doubt your instincts. That proves that you are naive and imprudent and that, more than anything else, just shows how young you are.” He said. The way you were looking at him kind of blankly made him nervous, maybe he had taken this too far, but it just frustrated him that you chose these things for yourself when you were far more intelligent than that. You pushed reason aside for fun sometimes and it was getting you hurt, which was very imprudent of you, and he wanted that to stop. He wanted you to stop doing this to yourself.

“God, why couldn’t you have told me this sooner!” You groaned with irritation as you crumbled up the napkin he laid out for you and tossed it at his chest. He glanced down at where you hit him with the paper and then back to you with a relieved smile.

“I just…didn’t want to overstep. Like what you choose to do is not my business to meddle in you know. And I get that some people just…learn the hard way. Like when I was younger the last thing I wanted was for someone slightly older to try and give me advice or something when like…experiences will help you learn too and-”

“Jut because you were like that when you were young it doesn’t mean I am.” You interrupted him with a smug smile and he smiled as well.

“Yeah, I…can see that now.” He said softly and you bit your lip as he just looked in your eyes for a bit more. It was making you feel concerned and small under his scrutiny but then he just looked away and shook his head, “Well, I’m gonna get back to bed, but if you need anything just knock or intrude or whatever.” He said and you just nodded dumbly as he started to leave the kitchen. 

As soon as he left you shifted in your seat and then froze at the feeling of you completely drenched in his briefs. Yes, Harry was so nice to look at but you had always kind of seen him as like another older brother. Yeah, you’d had a saucy dream or two of him, but it’d never been more than that, it had never been whatever was suddenly going on in your panties. You shifted a bit in your seat and pressed your hips down and your bit your lip at the friction of the rounded edge of the high stool rubbing right against your slit. You wriggled around a bit to try and get some friction right on your clit and right when you found the position you couldn’t help the soft gasp that left your mouth as you started to hump against it a little harder. One of your hands was gripping the counter and then other the edge of the stool as you ground yourself against it a bit more, your eyes screwed shut as you focused on the feeling of the material of Harry’s briefs starting to stick to your pussy the more you humped against the stool. You started to grunt breathily as the pleasure inside of you started to build and blossom. Suddenly you felt two big hands on your hips, stopping your movements and you gasped in surprise.

“Imprudent.” Harry’s husky voice tickled at the shell of your ear, “See. You don’t have any foresight. You don’t think of the consequences of your actions.” He said and you swallowed thickly, “I mean, did you even stop to think that you’re in my flat? Humping your little pussy on my furniture?” He questioned and you shook your head, “Didn’t think so.” He said, “What’s got you so worked up anyway that you didn’t even have the decency to wait to get into bed?”

“I don’t know. After you left I w-was gonna put this in the sink and I…I was so wet.” You confessed. Mentally you were begging that he’d do something to you. Anything, you’d take anything. Harry smirked at your confession.

“A little degradation kink perhaps…” he said and your arms became covered in goosebumps, “Did you even know until now?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No. I didn’t even think that I would-”

“Get so wet while I insulted your intelligence?” He asked and you nodded and swallowed thickly. He didn’t ask, you just suddenly felt his hand release your hip only for him to  wedge it between your legs. You sighed in relief as he felt how soaked in your arousal the thin material of his briefs were, “Fuck.” He groaned, “If there’s anything good about being young it’s this.” He said as he rubbed your sticky mess into you, you were holding as still as possible, still in shock that this was happening, “Young pussy get’s so fucking wet.” He sighed as he nipped at your earlobe, you were covered in goosebumps, “It keeps getting wetter and wetter the more you play with it.” He hummed in amusement, “Should I keep playing with it?” He asked and you nodded quickly and he smirked, “Tell me then.” You huffed.

“Harry-”

“Don’t whine. Tell me you want me to touch and play with your pussy.” He breathed out and you whimpered, “Please, babygirl. I need to hear you say it, been dying to hear you say it for ages.” He breathed out hard against you.

“Please, touch my pussy. I need you to touch me.” You whimpered and he sighed in relief before turning you around hoisting you up onto the counter. His eyes met yours and the look in them was dark, his pupils were enlarged, and his breathing ragged.

“You’re sure about this?” He asked and you shook your head with a smile.

“No. Are you?” You whispered as his hands ran up and down your thighs and he smiled back.

“No. But I…want to. It’s just…your brother would kill me. Like I’m totally betraying his trust.” He said and you smiled.

“Yeah, he’d be pretty pissed. I like to piss him off though, it’s fun.” You said and bit your lip as he shook his head at your antics, “Don’t give me that, you’re the baby brother, you know how gratifying it is to get under your sibling’s skin.” You said.

“Yeah when I was a child.” He emphasized with a grin and you hummed.

“Then…do it for yourself. After all, you’ve been waiting to play with my pussy for ages, right?” You asked coyly and he chuckled nervously, “How long, hmm?” You asked softly as you draped your arms over his shoulders to minimize the space between you two. He let it diminish as he glanced up in your eyes, “How long, Harry?” You asked again, more pointedly this time and he sighed as his fingers dug into your thighs.

“At mine and your brother’s graduation party. I went inside to get more pool towels and when I passed by the laundry room I heard you and your boyfriend in there. You didn’t fully close the door and I…saw him, very briefly, fingering you.” He said as you smirked, “You sounded so pretty, I just wanted to get in there and make you feel a lot better. Knew I could’ve made you feel better than him.” He confessed and you smiled, you didn’t even remember that happening until he brought it up. You had just finished your first year of college then.

“Really think you could’ve done a better job?” You asked and he almost looked at you in offense.

“I know so. Also know that prick Charlie wouldn’t stand a chance against me.” He stated confidently and you smiled as you just took him in. He really was gorgeous, you’d talked yourself out of crushing on him a lot, especially when you were younger…but now with him so close to you…with his hand having been between your legs…with the very obvious bulge of his boner grazing your right inner thigh everything you had done to not have those feelings for him was completely ruined. You wanted him, you wanted him so fucking bad.

“Show me then.” You said and he looked over your eyes again, “I know we probably shouldn’t but I need it. I need you so badly.” You said softly and he hummed in contemplation. He wanted this too, so badly…his cock was so hard for you. He wanted to show you what he could do; he wanted you to think about it and him between your legs and to get drenched like you were now every time the memory resurfaced, which he would make sure was a lot. This was his one and only chance…

“Just this once.” He decided and you nodded.

“Yeah, just once.”

“Here or in my bedroom?” He asked and you nodded.

“The room if that’s OK. I’ll even go to the guest bedroom after, I promise.” You said and he didn’t wait another moment before he pulled your face in and kissed you. It was sloppy and needy and so fucking desperate that it was making your body even more aroused for him. You loved how big his hands felt on you. You knew he was strong and he could do anything he wanted to you and something about that gave you relief. 

“Hold on tight.” He muttered before picking you up and carrying you the short distance to his bedroom. He kicked the door shut once he made it through the threshold and carefully dropped you onto his bed. You almost moaned just from feeling the bed beneath you, it was so big and soft and cuddly. You never wanted to get up! “Get naked.” He said and you sat up in the dark and tore off his shirt and his briefs, you then hugged your legs to your chest to cover yourself a bit as you waited for him. You could barely make him out standing at the side of the bed, suddenly the side lamp flicked on, “I need to see, want to remember you.” He said as he turned to you again, “Show me your body.” He said softly and you slowly let go and then laid down on his bed. His eyes took in your face, your chest, your stomach, your hips, your labia… but he wanted more, “Open your legs f’me, spread them. Show me your little pussy.” He instructed and you nervously started to part your legs as he started to kneel. He wanted to be face level with your pussy, “Fuck, look at you. Such a pretty little thing.” He huffed and your skin rose with goosebumps, “Can already see you dripping.” He chuckled breathily.

“M’so wet for you, Harry.” You whispered and he hummed.

“I know, babygirl. Show it all to me, hold yourself open for me.” He said as he glanced up into your eyes and you felt your fingers tense, you were feeling nervous and timid, “Go on, babygirl. You can’t be shy about this if you weren’t shy about humping my stool in the open kitchen.” He said and you groaned.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down are you?” You asked breathily.

“Nope.” He confirmed smugly. He was very pleased with you when you brought your hands down between your legs and held your labia apart. He couldn’t help but lick his lips and salivate at the sight of your exposed and spread pussy. It was small and cute, your little clit was swollen and he was aching to suck on it. Then your tight little entrance…it was making him feral. His cock would definitely stretch you open and leave you with a memorable ache; an ache he knew you wanted. He watched your little hole pulsing in perfect time with his heartbeat. He couldn’t help himself as he delved into your pussy tongue first.

“H-harry!” You gasped as he groaned against you and stuffed his tongue inside of you as far as he could. You were squirming until he held your thighs open and started thrusting his tongue in and out of your entrance. You were so sensitive right there and it made you whimper when he started to just lick at and over your hole.

“Hold yourself open for me.” He mumbled as he reared back and then he spat against your pussy. You dropped your head back into the bed as he started to lick you up from top to bottom, he was avoiding your clit though and it was making you go insane. Every part of your pussy was being toyed with except where you were desperate for his touch. He knew what he was doing though as he chuckled and said something about it throbbing. You didn’t need to see it to believe it, you could feel it throbbing steadily.

“Harry, please! Please make me come!” You keened, “Please, please, please, please.” You whimpered as he continued to suck and slurp and lave all over you until finally, he started to mercilessly flick at your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your legs almost immediately started to shake and you dug your fingers into his hair, “Oh fuck!” You cried out. But as soon as he started to suck at your clit you lost all ability to speak. All you could do was gasp and shriek and mutter incoherent nonsense as each little slurp and suckle pulled you closer and closer into orgasmic bliss. When you started to wind up you tugged hard on Harry’s hair and he groaned against you.

“More.” He grunted and so you did it again, harder and his moans only added to your pleasure. He was so consistent, staying at the perfect pace until you started to come undone. Your back arched as you tried to kick him away with your shaking legs, but he was holding them down harshly and sucking and licking you until you had completely withered.

“Oh shit…” you sighed in contentment and just as you had begun to relax your body tensed back up when he nipped at your clit. He held you down as the stimulation continued until you were trembling and coming beneath him and crying out for him to stop. But he didn’t stop yet. It was hard to breathe and your head was spinning as he pulled you through yet another orgasm, you felt so out of sorts as your legs twitched and you hiccuped for a proper breath.

“Fuck…y’just taste so good, babygirl.” His words vibrated against your throbbing cunt and made you wince, “S’alright. I know it’s sensitive.” He hummed before kissing your inner thighs and then working his way up your body. His hands explored your dips and curves expertly and you raised your body to follow the movements of his hands along your skin. When he got to your breasts he was teasing with his mouth, winding you up until your already fucked out pussy was thrusting up, searching for his big bulge to rub against. You thought you were spent, but you needed so much more. Your lust for him kept growing and growing, it was consuming you entirely. 

When his lips finally met yours again and his center aligned with yours you felt relief; he felt big, you had yet to see his cock but he was heavy against you and it was exhilarating. He ground himself against you, working himself up. There would surely be a big wet spot on his sweats but something told you he wouldn’t mind it. The way he was kissing you was communicating very clearly that he had indeed been waiting for a long time to have this opportunity with you. 

“Please, Harry just do it.” You whined breathily, so impatient and eager to feel him.

“You were just begging me to stop. Make it make sense, baby.” He said with a smug grin and you wanted to slap it off his face but the way he looked in your eyes playfully and called you ‘baby’ made you reconsider. So instead of firing back some bratty retort you stayed quiet despite an evident pout overwhelming your features. “Don’t look at me like that, I’ll give it to you, just waiting a little bit.”

“For what?” You asked.

“Don’t you get so overwhelmed that you go a little numb? Read that can happen.” He asked with raised brows and you nodded.

“Yeah, a little bit…” you said as you thought about it.

“Don’t want to be doing things just for the heck of it, want you to actually feel good when I…you know?” He said more timidly and you smirked at him.

“When you what?” You asked.

“What?” He questioned you.

“You said you want it to feel good when you…and then you trailed off into something else.” You teased and he shook his head with a bashful smile.

“You know very well what.”

“Oh come on, just say it. You can’t be all shy about it when you’re about to… you know?” You mimicked him with a grin and he rolled his eyes, “This isn’t instilling a lot of confidence in me…” you hummed.

“Oh please, you nearly passed out from my oral.” Harry countered and your facade broke as you nodded.

“True…excellent oral, by the way… probably the best I’ve ever received.” You mused and he smirked.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah actually, I’d never lie to you about that.”

“About my oral skills?” He asked with a smile and you nodded, “Well, I really enjoyed doing that to you too…probably also one of my favorite times.”

“Probably?” You asked in mock offense and he shrugged.

“Well I can’t tell you the truth! Knowing you, it’ll go straight to your head, s’already too big.” He said with a smile and you hummed.

“Speaking of big heads…” you said with a grin as you rubbed up against him and he chuckled through the little shock of pleasure he received when you ground up against his stiff and aching cock. “Can I touch you while we wait for the numbness to wear off?” You asked as you slowly let your fingers slither down his chest and then circle where you knew his butterfly tattoo was.

“Absolutely not.” He said and you glanced up into his eyes with a frown.

“Harry-”

“I will blow my fucking load in like 30 seconds, OK? I just need to calm down a little bit before I get inside of you.” He confessed and you smirked.

“Oh…”

“None of that smug shit.” He scolded.

“That’s all you do to me! Just be smug and clever and shit!” You reminded with a giggle and he smiled.

“You take it well, I don’t.” He pointed and you hummed smugly.

“Yeah, I take a lot of things well…” you slipped in a little innuendo just for the fun of it and he smiled down at you with a “really?” Look painted across his very handsome and chiseled face. “Well let’s talk about something not sexy to calm you down then.” You said and he hummed in agreement as he then laid beside you and you turned to face him. Your legs trapped one of his in between them and he looked a little concerned, “Don’t worry, I’m not like…trying to make this sentimental or anything I just like how like…how your body hair feels against me. Like it tickles and it’s just a sensory thing I suppose.” You shrugged and he hummed in understanding as you ran one of your legs along his. He kinda had a similar thing he supposed because he wanted to run his hands all over your legs, they were so soft and smooth under his touch.

“What were you gonna talk about before you got distracted by my leg hair?” He asked with a smile and you sniggered as you looked into his eyes.

“If you’ve wanted this for a while why haven’t you tried before?” You asked and he shrugged.

“I just figured that when I felt that way for you it was because you like looked hot that day or something, I never really gave my horny fantasies much weight, you know? But ummm… I think with you being around more and us getting better acquainted like…I’ve realized that I am actually physically attracted to you.” He admitted and you nodded in understanding, “Have you…wanted this before?”

“Ummm…no? I don’t know, really… I’ve always thought you were hot. And I’ve had a couple sex dreams about you though. So clearly, subconsciously, you’ve been on my “to do” list.” You smirked at your pun and he sniggered and shook his head.

“Are these recent dreams?”

“One of them, yeah.” You said and he hummed as he brought a hand to your hip and he let his fingers trace a little further back to your ass as he caressed you, “Oh, I think I’m having a deja vu.” You said and he chuckled.

“Really?” He asked and out of nowhere he smacked your ass hard and you laughed through a surprised shriek, “Liar. You didn’t see that coming did you?” He chuckled.

“Admittedly no. But do you want to know who I did see coming?” You asked with a teasing grin, “Rather prematurely, I must s-” you were cut off by your own laughter as Harry rolled on top of you and started to tickle your sides as you writhed around laughing and gasping for air until he stopped. It was then that you both noticed that one of his hands was laying on your sternum, limiting your intake of oxygen.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright I don’t mind that…I mean it’s not typically where it goes but-”

“Is that better?” He cut you off as his hand slid up to your throat and squeezed at the sides just a little bit and you nodded as best as you could. You loved that slightly floaty feeling that came when you were choked. It made everything feel better, you came for longer, and way harder, “I like this too.” He hummed as he lowered himself now and then kissed you deeply. Your world was spinning as your mouths met eagerly and sloppily, you just wanted to taste any part of him that you could. You could tell that he wanted that too, but he was holding back somehow, you could just feel it inside that there was so much more to explore, “Fuck it if it’s fast, you’ll come. I promise you will.” He grunted and you grabbed his face.

“Also remember, I already came three times so asking for a fourth might be a little much.” You said realistically and he shook his head.

“I want you to come around my cock, Y/N. Need to feel you coming around me.” He said huskily and something told you that whether you intended to or not, you would be coming around his cock and that made you all the more excited. He hadn’t stretched you out at all and so the prospect of getting stretched around his cock was extremely arousing. 

Harry rolled off of the bed to strip his top off and peel his sweats off of his body and your mouth watered at the look and size of him; of course he had a beautiful cock. Yeah, he was on the bigger end of things lengthwise, but what you knew would make it good was the girth of it. His cock was thick and heavy; it probably even looked bigger because of how lean and toned he was, but that didn’t bother you in the slightest. Your mouth watered as you watched him grab himself and stroke back his foreskin to expose the already leaking tip of his cock. After a few more strokes he pulled open the bedside drawer and before he could even search you reached out and stopped his hand.

“I have the shot and I’m clean.” You said and he glanced to you. “I am too and it’s not that I don’t trust you, we just really should use protection.” He said and you did look a bit disappointed at this but nodded.

“You’re right. Sorry if I-”

“It’s alright. Why don’t you want to?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Just wanted to really feel it all, you know? But it is reckless and-”

“Why don’t you want to use a condom, Y/N?” He asked you again more firmly but there was a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“I just told you!”

“Tell the truth.” he said and you swallowed thickly as he climbed back over your body and ground against you and you whimpered at his precum making your clit all sticky as it beaded out of his tip. 

“I want to feel you come inside me.” You said softly, “It was in my dream and I just remembered that when you went to grab a condom.” You admitted and he grunted lowly as his eyes closed for a second, just processing the information.

“I can’t finish inside of you, Y/N.”

“I know.” You said with a huff and he mulled over his desires in his head.

“I’ll go bare but I’m gonna pull out though, OK?” He compromised and you nodded.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You agreed and he glanced down to where his cock rested over your core. He pushed through your folds once again and you both moaned softly at the wet sounds of your arousal-soaked skin gliding together. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch this as well, you never wanted to forget this, not a single detail of it. You were so wet for him it was unreal. As soon as you positioned yourself to watch him tease your little cunt he stopped watching himself and just watched your face. You were hanging on by the thread. He started to guide himself down to your entrance and rubbed his tip against you, not pressing with enough pressure to try and stretch you open, but just to tease you and himself. Fuck, you were gonna be a snug fit, “D-do you think it’ll actually fit?” You asked as you glanced up at him and swallowed thickly. You asked because just feeling his head against your entrance made you question it because he hadn’t even stretched you out.

“It’ll fit.” He assured you, trying his best not to get too carried away that you thought his cock was so big it wouldn’t fit inside of you, “If not, we’ll make it fit.” He said as he looked at you and you bit your lip in response as a wave of excitement rushed through your body, “Does that turn you on?” He asked and you nodded, “Good babygirl, want you all bent out of shape for my cock.” He said lowly as he started to press his cock against your entrance and you whimpered as your entrance started to stretch around him to accommodate his size. You couldn’t look away as he gently prodded himself against you, coaxing your little hole open for him. It was driving you insane, you wanted him to just push it in, you could take it, you just needed to feel him inside.

“Har, just get it in.”

“Don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care if it hurts, it’ll be fine after a little bit and-”

“I care if it hurts you.” He said and you huffed, “Patience, yeah?” He chuckled and you huffed and nodded as you just laid back instead. Watching him take his time was making you absolutely impatient.

“Yeah.” You said and he smiled. He loved how desperate you were for him, but also how he could reel you back in. You seemed to give in to him with such ease and it made him wonder if you were always like this or if this was just his effect on you. He could sleep with you again and verify…but this was a one time thing so he got that thought out of his mind immediately. After a few more goes you started to open up enough for him to push just the tip in.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.” You whispered and pressed yourself up again to watch it happen. It absolutely filled him with lust. He bit his lip hard as he added more pressure and your little hole parted and sucked him in, “Oh fuck!” You moaned and then glanced up at him to see his eyes already on yours. 

Harry’s own mouth was hung open now as he struggled to breathe. You were so fucking warm and tight and wet for him. He was reeling as he started to shallowly thrust his tip into you over and over again. His abs were already tightening up. When you started to rub at your clit he groaned because you started to squeeze him.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Oh fuck…” he moaned lowly.

“More, please. I need more.” You whined as you fell back into the mattress and he nodded and started pushing more in, feeling you adjust as he went in deeper. This was even better than his first time, maybe because he had wanted this with you for so long, “Ohmygod.” You slurred your words and squeezed your eyes shut. You felt so stretched and full that you thought you might explode.

“Just a little more, babygirl. Just a little more and you’ll have it all inside.” He encouraged you softly with his words as he gently thrust in and out, coaxing you open around his cock with each slow but determined thrust. “Fuck yeah…” he grunted when he bottomed out without a warning and you gasped in shock at how your body just opened up, “Shit such a tight little cunt around my big cock. Told you I’d fit.” He moaned as he dipped down to hover over your face. Something about him acknowledging how big he was turned you on, “Fuuuck…such a good fit.” He panted with pleasure.

You were speechless, mind drawn a blank of everything except him and the pleasure of his cock consistently thrusting in and out of you. It was almost an out of body experience as you continued rubbing your clit as he collided with parts of you that you didn’t even know could make you feel good. It was making your breathing hitch and your legs squeeze around his hips.

“Faster?” He asked after you seemed to get used to the feeling of him and you nodded.

“And harder. Please, just a little harder.” You requested and he obliged immediately and a smile spread across your face as you tipped your head back in ecstasy, “Oh fuck, just like that, Harry!” You moaned and he chuckled, loving the sound of his name in the tone of your voice. His hips snapped harder into yours, the obscene sounds of your bodies meeting were so perfectly synched with the little grunts he’d let out when your centers collided. When you brought the fingers you’d been rubbing your clit with up to his mouth he opened up and sucked on them, wetting them some more before you put them back.

“Shit baby, you feel so good,” He smiled as he placed a hand on your throat and you smiled, “But it’s time to make you come.” He said and you nodded.

“Please make me come.” You whispered breathily and he snapped at your feeble request and started pounding into you like that was his only purpose in life. You squeaked out in surprise at the sudden burst of intensity, but you easily succumbed to the pleasure that started to spread from deep in your belly and to the rest of your body. Harry was overwhelmed with just how perfect you were for him, even into the same things he was into so far. He needed to make sure that he ruined you for anyone else. Selfishly, he wanted to be the man you compared everyone else to. He knew that boys your age couldn’t even compare and that got him off.

“Gonna ruin this little pussy.” He groaned and you moaned in response, “Want you dripping for me every time we see each other. Want you to have more dreams about me and my cock now that you’ve had it.” His words were muffled as he pressed his lips to your forehead. You were all his for tonight, just this one night and he was going to take full advantage of that. “Fuck babygirl, y’just feel so fucking good.” He groaned and started going harder. You moaned each time his cock buried itself inside of you until your legs were trembling, he started to squeeze around your throat and your head started to get all fuzzy as your eyes welled up with tears of pleasure.

“M’close! So close!” You gasped pitifully as you rubbed your clit faster.

“Yeah, I can feel it, babygirl.” He panted, “Come for me. All over my cock, need to feel it.” He muttered desperately. Your body started to tense up even more and your other hand scratched down his back in a desperate attempt to be a bit more grounded as your orgasm started to burst through you; you were squirting. This had never happened to you like this and it was otherworldly. You felt like you were transcending and your vision was going splotchy as you gasped for air that you didn’t have access to. Every part of you was tingling and as soon as you felt your core tighten up for the last time an involuntary and broken cry left your throat as you started to come. You were just moaning, no words were being formed, just sounds as the waves of pleasure started to ripple through you endlessly so it seemed. Harry removed his hand from your throat and bored his face against it, kissing you, tasting you there, milking the pleasure before he had to pull out of you.

“Fuck. Oh fuck…” he moaned lowly as he started to thrust faster, chasing his own released. Your legs crossed around his hips and pulled him deeper, which made you wince but he moaned into your throat at the hot and spongey spot that his tip was kissing with each desperate thrust.

“Please come inside me.” You whimpered and he practically whined against your sweaty skin.

“Baby-”

“Please, I want it so bad. Give it to me, please.” You begged. He really wanted to come inside of you. Make you his in every sense. He kissed your lips messily and nodded.

“Shit babygirl, I’ll give you my cum.” He panted and his steady rhythm started to falter and his breathing started to hitch, “Oh fuck, take it, babygirl. Take all my fucking cum.” He moaned desperately against your mouth as he started to unravel. You moaned as you felt each twitch of his cock inside of you. The wet sounds got louder and his thrusts got slower but rougher as he shot his load deep in your pussy, like you had asked. Your hands came up, one to his hair and the other to smooth over his back as he worked himself through it until his weight was slumped over you. 

A silence overcame you both for several moments, you could not believe how incredible this had all been. You were reeling still, trying to recall little details that would be very useful for you in the future. You smiled dopily at the thought that Harry had done just what he’d set out to do, ruin you for anyone else. You felt him shift and then press himself up to be able to look at you.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly and you nodded before smiling.

“I’m very alright. Are you?” You asked and he grinned.

“Yeah. Never been better.” He assured and you giggled, “That was…really good. Wasn’t it?”

“Too good…” you said with a chuckle and he hummed as he looked you over once more and then looked away from your eyes timidly.

“Yeah…ummm, let me…get out.” He said and you laughed softly, “Just, squeeze a bit f’you can? I…cum a lot.” He said glancing up to you again.

“Of course you do…” you sighed before biting your lip and tightening up. You whimpered as he started to slip out.

“Oh shit.” He said and rushed off of the bed to grab his t-shirt from the floor and quickly   placed it over your vagina, presumably to avoid getting it all on the bedding.

“You’re gonna have to change this anyway, I’ve already…you know.” You said timidly as he glanced up while cleaning you up a bit.

“You can’t possibly be all shy about anything while I’m literally collecting my sperm out of you.” He said and you giggled and just laid your head back down. You wanted him to lick you clean and well, he was thinking the same thing, but this was supposed to be a one time thing. If he tasted himself and you mixed together this way he would surely end up putting another load in your pussy, “OK, I think that’s all of it.” He said as he stood by with the t-shirt just in case. 

“I’ll just go sit in the bathroom for a bit, should probably pee.” You said as you sat up and he nodded.

“Right.” He agreed as he moved to let you get off of the bed. You glanced at the ground to locate the shirt he had given you earlier, but you realized it was the one he had used to clean you up.

“Ummm, I’m gonna grab this one since that one’s-”

“Yeah, go for it.” He assured.

“And your sweats too since the briefs are…”

“Way too wet.” 

“Right!” You said as you picked that up as well and covered your naked body as you started to walk towards his bedroom door, “Thank you for that. But also fuck you for that because, you know that was…unreal sex.” You chuckled as you opened the door and he grinned.

“Yeah. Fuck you too.” He said and you giggled before slipping out and closing the door. 

You rushed into the bathroom when you felt more of his cum start to come out slowly with your movements. So you locked yourself in there and cleaned yourself up a bit more before sitting down to pee. You were panicking now as you thought of everything that had transpired. You ended up taking another body shower because you were sweaty. And as you rinsed off once again there were a lot of thoughts happening. But there was one huge and harrowing thought plaguing you and it was that there was no way this was the only time you guys could sleep together. That wouldn’t be fair, it was way too spectacular to be a one and done. Just the thought of it made you throb as you pulled his sweats up your body. You got the t-shirt on next and then sighed as you turned to the door and had another thought just as you swung it open to see him leaning on the wall directly across from the bathroom door; he was waiting for you.

“I have a boyfriend.” You verbalized your thought to him and Harry stepped up to you and grabbed your face in his hands with a grin.

“Fuck your boyfriend.” He said lowly, “And fuck the one time only thing. And fuck condoms. And fuck your brother’s rule. And fuck sleeping in the guest room.” You smirked at him and he was smirking right back at you, “Are you cool with that?” He asked.

“Yeah. Fuck all that.” You agreed quietly. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t.

“Let’s get to bed then.” He said instead and you nodded and he led you back into his bedroom. There was a new bedcover over some presumably fresh sheets and you both settled in and you smiled as he pulled your body against his. You had both fallen silent, just relaxing and getting used to whatever this was about to be and then his phone dinged loudly from his bedside table. “God damnit.” He huffed and let you go as he sat up and reached over you to grab it and silence it. But when he saw the text on the screen he almost laughed. “It’s him.” He said into the darkness and you sighed. He unlocked his phone and looked at the text, “He says: Hey man, just wanna know if you've heard from Y/N? Her phone is off? Or do you have any idea of where she might be?” He finished reading the message and you smirked.

“Gimme that.” You said and he gave you his phone, assuming you’d send him a message to throw him off that you two were together. But then you pressed on the little camera icon and he couldn’t help the satisfaction he felt seeping into every fiber of his body, “Say cheese.” You sang.

“Fuck that, just take it.” He said and you giggled and threw up a peace sign before snapping the picture and smiling at the result. He looked mad and threatening, which was perfect. Harry grabbed his phone back with a grin and then texted: Yeah man, she’s with me and it’s over with you. “How’s that?”

“Perfect.” You assured and he hummed as he sent it and then blocked his number before handing you his phone to put it back on the nightstand. You hummed happily as he wrapped his arm around you again. As you let his warmth envelope you, you smiled as you started to think about all of the great things that would surely come of this because Harry was absolutely right before, you two were a good fit.

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Tired eyes are the death of me

Little freak part 2

in which Autumn likes her twin brother's best friend, and maybe he likes her too...

[Warning- Angst (are we even surprised at this point?), Smut🤭, Making out, dry humping, thigh riding, handjob, asshole Harry as always, insecurities, depression]

Masterlist // Series Masterlist

*****

Schools have the most depressing hallways after hospitals. The bright walls and lines and lines of lockers with kids roaming around talking, pretending to be happy but inside everyone was dealing with some shit.

The bright lights and walls did nothing but give you headaches.

You walked down the hallway, your locker being the last one in the corner. At least your locker didn't look depressing. It had a bunch of marvel and Harry Potter stickers, giving you the typical image of "the nerd."

You took out the books for your class when you heard that distinct laugh. His laugh specifically. Peeking from the corner, you saw Harry with his friends except your brother standing in a group talking.

"What about Autumn?" You hear a boy ask. Your ears perk up hearing your name. You saw the boy smirk while Harry's face contorted into something borderline disgust.

"Ohh, she got nice ass." Another boy said who you didn't recognize. Your face mimicked Harry's and contorted into disgust. You wanted to puke your guts out.

"She's Asher's annoying little sister," Harry says before anyone can add anything to it, making your heart sink.

"I heard my name." Your brother sing songs walking towards the group.

"Eric was saying your sister has a nice ass." The first boy spoke, "You wanted to take her to the dance! You brought her up!" The second guy who you know now as Eric said.

Your brother's face changed colors so fast it would put chameleon to shame. He went from shocked to disgust to angry. Looking at his face, you could tell he was about to lurch onto both of them.

"Asher!" You walked towards the group of boys ignoring Harry. Asher's attention was brought to you, and he walked towards you but not without glaring at both boys and giving their shoulders intentional shove.

Asher wrapped his arm around your shoulder and started walking towards your class, "How many times I have told you to just text me, and I will come to you. I don't want you around them, and it's last time I'm telling you this, " Asher said sternly.

"Yeah Yeah, macho man always there to save me. They're not going to eat me alive" You said stopping in front of your class.

Asher turned and looked at you, his eyes hard, "Yes they will. Just do as I say, Autty. I will buy you ice cream on way back home." He sighed.

"I'm not a child." You rolled your eyes at him, "I want chocolate one, though." Asher laughed and walked towards his own class. Harry was behind him, walking towards the same class as yours. He gave Asher a wave and looked at you, and smiled.

You ignored him and walked inside.

*****

Turns out Harry is a very hard person to ignore, especially when you're consciously trying to ignore him.

It also doesn't help that he was sitting in the line of your vision. Every time you looked up towards the teacher, the back of his beautiful curly hair would be in your way.

The whole day went by like this. You never realized how many classes you two had together, mostly cause you were just happy that you got more time to stare at him, but it was torture.

It was English AP class, his seat was right next to you, and you wanted to die. He was far yet so close for you to smell his cologne, the musky earthy smell, like soil after rain.

He was green afterall.

You sat through the whole class like Edward in Twilight movie when he first smelled Bella. But the end was the worst.

"I'm passing out the assignments, and whoever is sitting beside will be your partner," Mrs. Willson said to the whole class. Everyone started mingling reading their respective assignments.

You looked at your other side where some blonde was sitting, but she had already mingled with someone else. Sighing, you turned to Harry on your other side. He was looking at you with monotone expression. You looked him in the eyes, and he sighed and stood up. "We will do this over the weekend," He said.

You thought he would leave after that, but he extended his hand toward you. You went stiff like a statue, looking up at him with wide eyes, then he took out a small piece of paper from your hair and left.

He will be the death of you.

*****

Research says lonely people take hot showers to replicate the warmth of the body they miss, and to some extent, you thought it was true considering the water you just took shower from fogged up the whole bathroom.

You went on with your usual routine, trying not to think about the day at school or that there is a mirror behind. The temptation to look was real, but you were not giving in. Not today.

You put on a tank top and loose shorts forgoing bra cause it was hot as Satan's ass and you just took a hot shower on top of that.

You walked outside calmly, taking your hair out of the towel. Just as you look up after removing the towel from your head, you see a figure sitting near your window and almost scream before they shush you.

They stood up and walked towards you, the moonlight hit his face and you saw Harry smirking cockily.

"What the fuck? What is this some kind of new prank you and Asher are pulling on me now?" You whisper yell at him cause it was late and quiet, and you didn't want to wake up your mum.

"Asher doesn't know I'm here." He shrugs and stands a step away from you. The moonlight was hitting his back, making his face glow in soft light, his hard features looking soft and playful. The green in his eyes was yet so visible in your darkened room that it knocked out all the breath in you.

Asher's annoying little sister

You took a small step back, keeping your guards up. "Then why are you here?" You turned around towards the shelf, holding all your creams and stuff. You took out body moisturizer and started putting it all over your hands, waiting for him to reply.

"We have project together," He said, making you laugh.

"And you think" You looked at the clock, "11 in the night is the right time to do it?" You turned around and raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"No, I just wanted to remind you," He said, moving closer. You took a step back, looking up at him in the eyes, your heart beating out of your chest, "You ignored me whole day." He spoke again with his eyes flicking between your then staying at your left one.

"Yeah well who cares?" you whispered, annoyed by his hot and cold behavior, "I'm just Asher's annoying little sister." You threw his own words back at him. For a second, he looked taken back, but it was gone in a moment and was replaced with a glint, like he was enjoying all of this.

He took a step towards you again, and you took a step back. Your back met the wal, and you breathed out a shaky breath. He was so close to you, the closest he has ever been. His chest was almost touching yours. You could feel his breath on your face and smell the same cologne that haunts you.

Harry brought his hand up to cup the left side of your face, and you melted in it like an ice. The warmth of his hand and the way it was almost swallowing your whole face made you whimper.

"You're annoying" He whispered, "Very fucking annoying" He dipped his head down so it was same level as you, "So fucking annoying you won't leave my head" He exhaled shakily like you.

You were looking him straight in the eye. The shock was drowned by the look of hunger in his eyes and the way your thighs were sticking together from your arousal.

You dared to remove your eyes from his face and look down on his lips. You looked back up quickly, feeling embarrassed, but you didn't have time to think cause soon his lips were on yours and you were trying to breathe properly.

His lips were soft, what started as a frantic mess of lips turned into soft, slow dance of tongues. His grip tightened on your jaw as the time went by while yours gripped his shoulders in need.

He pulled back, resting his head on your. Both of you were out of breath, panting with eyes closed. Harry opened his eyes first looking at you, and as soon as you opened your eyes too, his was picking you up and walking towards your bed. He sat at the edge of bed, and you, in his lap, you could feel the hardness near your thigh, which made you more needy than before.

You pushed your every thought and insecurities deep in and did what your heart (pussy) said.

His lips met yours again, much needier than before. You didn't even realize you were grinding on him before he let out a groan. You stopped for a second, realizing what you had done, so you did it again. The hard fabric of his jeans felt amazing over your covered clit.

Both of you were sweating and panting but not daring to break the kiss. Your head started feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the shivers running up from the core.

His lips went south to my neck, and I titled it sideways to give him more excess. His hands were now on my hips, guiding me as I rolled them.

He stops abruptly and pulls back, looking at me with swollen parted lips wet with saliva. You could see his pupils blown black even in dark, and it made you shiver in excitement.

You looked down at him with the same expression, your bottom lip caught under your teeth in anticipation. There, he was sitting in your room on your bed with you on his lap, making out. You were making out with your childhood crush! It felt like a fever dream.

"Fuck" He curses, his hand sliding up from your hips to straps of your top. You freezed at that. Although the thought was very arousing, it was scary. You haven't been with anyone ever. Hell, you even had your first kiss with Harry when you kissed him out of nowhere the other day.

Harry caught onto your inner turmoil, and his face softened a bit. You tried to relax your muscles so you won't feel so exposed in front of him but you couldn't do anything.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked, his voice not going anywhere above a soft whisper. You gave him a nod, your fingers playing with his t-shirt's neck.

"Can we leave the top on?" You asked shyly. Here you were sitting in front of the coolest boy in the whole school feeling shy to take off your clothes. Maybe that was why you never told him he was your first everything but somehwere he knew.

He smiled and pulled you closer, "Jesus christ I thought I did something wrong" He shook his head and pecked your dip of throat, "Ofcourse we can" he said and went back to kissing your neck and collarbones. He didn't leave any marks knowing you had school and then your brother, but he couldn't stop himself from sucking particularly hard at the spot on the curve of your neck when you rolled your hips again.

He pulled back his lips after some time and feathered a few in front of your throat while you kept rolling your hips. He was going crazy and the clothing between was driving him mad. He gripped your hips to stop you, which made yoh whine, and he almost came in his pants.

"Get up for a sec, Autty." He panted out, seeming to never be able to catch his breath.

You scarmbled back with confused and scared expression, "Omg, did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry, Har I-" He cut you off by pulling you against his lips again.

"You talk a lot" He rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face. Harry, while keeping his eyes on you scooted and pulled down his sweatpants. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets when you saw his toned thighs with a tiger tattooed on it. You knew he had tattoos after seeing him in tanktops and shirtless if you were lucky.

Now he was here on your bed only left in his boxers with a very noticeable buldge. Life is wild.

You licked your lips and looked up at Harry through your lashes. He had a cocky smirk on his face, obviously feeling flattered by your staring.

"C'mere" He motioned with his fingers, you took shy steps forward not really knowing what he had in mind but you couldn't complain about it. When you were close enough he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your shorts.

"Can I?" He asked. You bit down on your lips as your eyes flicked between his thighs and then towards yours. The room was dark, so there was no way he would be able to see you properly unless he fixates on it.

You gave him a nod and a breathy 'yes'. He pulled your shorts down along with your granny panties softly and threw them somewhere in the room. His fingers running up your leg caused goosebumps to arise, and you shuddered.

He pulled you down, so you were straddling him again, but then he shifted, so you were straddling only one of his thighs.

"Go on baby, move those hips, take what you want," he said near your ear. You moaned, hearing his crude words, his teeth biting your ear lope, then small nips down the side of your neck. You started rolling your hips again. The lack of clothing made the sensation ten times better.

"Fuck you're so wet" Harry graoned at the feeling of your slick wet centre against his thigh. His hand went from your arm to your lower back, pulling you more towards him. You kept rolling your hips the pressure against your clit feeling euphoric.

Your head fell on his collarbone, panting against his chest while he kept his lips on your neck or anywhere he could. You opened your eyes and saw the uncomfortable bludge in his pants. The snug boxers did nothing to hide the small wet mark that was growing.

You chewed on your lips, thinking if you should go for it or not. You didn't know what to do and how to do anything, but you had watched porn and read smut. It had to help somehow. How much bad it can be?

You pulled back a bit and looked at Harry. Sitting on his thigh made both of you at the same level. You kept your eyes on his when you slid your right hand from his shoulder downwards. Harry's eyes widened when he realized what you were doing, but he didn't stop you, so you kept going.

You felt unsure, and surely your inexperienced touch was showing that. You felt his abdomen twitch a bit on your touch. You always wanted to feel his abs all the workout and basketball practice he does shows on his body. You cupped your hand against his clothed cock and applied good pressure with heel of your palm.

Harry bit down on his lower lip to mute down the moan, leaving his lips. Your brother was just next door, and neither of you want to take any risk. You kept your hand there applying pressure from time to time.

"Fuck-" He breaths out, his hand holding your wrist and removing it from his crotch. You look at him confused until he picks you up with your thighs a bit and says, "Slide it down a bit, babe."

Your hands are immediately on his waist. You still feeling unsure pulled his pants down. His length bobbed up and slapped on his lower tummy. When the pants were down to his knees, he groaned and put you back down on his thigh harshly, causing you to whimper.

He brings back his lips to yours, and you start rolling your hips again. The warmth in your core increased as the time went by, and so did your breathy moans and whimpers. Harry took this opportunity and slid his tongue inside, tasting every corner of your mouth.

You in the moment of bravery took his cock in your hand and start moving up and down and now it was his turn to moan. You were still very scared of hurting him, so you kept your touch light, but apparently, it wasn't enough.

Harry pulled back and looked down to where you were getting off on his thigh, covering it in your arousal and then to where your hand was moving up and down on his dick. "Stop torturing me, babe," He whines, throwing his head back.

You look at him confused, not knowing what he was talking about. Were you taking too long to get off? were you not doing it properly? Did he not want it now? Before you could question yourself more, he looked back at you and put his hand around yours on his length, applying more pressure.

The moan he let out was the most pornographic one you have heard. Scared someone will hear him your hand flew to his mouth covering it but that only made him moan louder.

"Har, you're going to get us caught," you whisper yelled, your own orgasm was approaching quickly, and the way Harry was twitching in your hand indicated that maybe he was close too.

"Shit- Sorry" He said against your hand. You removed his when he calmed a bit. His eyes were heavy and droopy, and so were yours, you were sure.

"Go on baby, cum for me," Harry said against your ear sensually. He started leaving kisses down your neck again, moaning against them as his own orgasm overcame him. One more roll of your hip and warmth spread all throughout your body. Harry kissed your lips to swallow all your noises.

Your hand went limp on his length, but he didn't care. When he pulled back a bit and saw you still rolling your hips to prolonging your orgasm while your eyes were closed your head tilted all the way back and a warm glow on your face he came all over his tshirt without any assistance.

Harry's release covered your whole hand and ruined his shirt while you covered his thigh with yours. Your head fell on his chest while Harry fell back on your bed. Both of you didn't have the energy to do anything.

After some time, Harry looked down at you, hoping you didn't fall asleep on his chest covered in mess. You looked up with big tired eyes shining in moonlight.

"C'mon, let's get cleaned up," He said. You sat up and he tired on to think too much about how you were almost straddling his cock and how slick your core felt or how your tits were almost slipping out of your thin strapped top but it was too late. You gasped when you felt him harden against your inner thigh.

His face was flushed with embarrassment when you realized yours went too. You carefully got off from above him. Your legs were feeling wobbly, so you held the end of the bed frame to balance.

"God you will be the death of me" He groaned and you looked at him confused until you looked down and saw him half hard again and then you saw yourself and how he could fully see your boobs from the top.

You giggled feeling sudden confidence from having so much power over him by just being there. You always thought of your body negatively and treated it negatively but now seeing him like this gave you sense of confidence and power.

"Want to take a shower?" You suggested, and Harry didn't need to be told twice as he picked you up and led to the bathroom.

*****

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far from sober | H.S, part II

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part I

summary: the morning after harry taking a very drunk y/n back to his room— you hardly remember anything and harry has to remind you.

warnings: hangover, painkillers, fluff, kissing, sexual tension, swearing… licking?

a/n: I just hit 1k followers… I’m in denial. but I can’t wait for you guys to see what I have in store <3 stay tuned, because something is in the works.

———

Your head was pounding.

That was the first thing you noticed, it was a painful dull ache. The second thing was the light glaring over the thin of your eyelids.

A groan tore its way out of your throat without prompt, and you rolled over, head turning on the pillow.

And that’s when your brain clicked it. The pillow. Not your pillow.

The cogs started turning and your self awareness hit you like a freight train, your eyes flew open out of fear— where the fuck were you?

You were met with the celling of the hotel. And calmness came over you for a moment.

But, a hangover like this leaves no peace. Memories sort of flashback into your mind, in tiny grains, little bits and feelings coming back to you.

The feeling of a warm hand over your calf, or the dress you’re pretty sure was pooled at your feet?

Of course, the memories leave too much room for imagination.

You felt the presence beside you just as you heard the rumble of their voice, “Morning, lovie. Y’okay?”

You turned your head to the source of the sound, of course it was Harry, laying without a shirt next to you.

“Oh my god—“ you gasped, mentally tripping over the amount of things that were flying into your mind.

He’s laying next to you, shirtless. And you don’t remember any big chunks of last night, just little snippets.

And there’s, at the moment, a large gap between what you can only assume is being down at the bar and then ending up in his bed in his hotel room.

You push up on your elbows, wincing at the pounding of your head.

Harry’s hair is tousled, either from sleep, sex, or both and you’re scrambling to put the last two out as an option entirely.

You push the covers from your body, seeing his shirt and your entirely bare lower half aside from your underwear.

Denial is running through you a million miles an hour, and you stumble out of his bed.

“Woahwoahwoah, slow down Y/N!” He sits up as well, covers pooling at his waist.

“What am I doing in your bed? And in your room?”

You don’t give him time to answer as you continue, “Tell me… please please tell me I didn’t— that we did not have… not do anything… last night?”

He is silent a moment, “you don’t remember? Thought I’d be a bit more memorable?”

“No… no fucking WAY— ARE YOU SERIOUS— I CANT BELIEVE I-“

“Y/N!” He’s chuckling, like this is some kind of joke.

“Oh… oh Jesus, shut up!” You could cry. The first time you’ve had sex with him, probably kissed him and you don’t even remember the lead up, let alone actually doing it.

“Breathe, love— we did not have sex. Contrary to what you’re thinking, i have self control and you were clearly not in the mind frame to consent to literally anything last night.” He says, looking amused.

Your shoulders sag with relief, yet you scoff out, “I cannot believe you would joke about that!”

“Well if you’d had it your way last night, that would not be the case.”

Your hands flew over your eyes, another little crumb of your memory coming back.

You saying something along the lines of taking more than just your shoes off. God. You’re going to hell.

“I- what? Please for the love of god tell me I wasn’t like…” you trailed off, still looking for the right words.

This is foreign territory, and especially with Harry. You don’t talk about sex around him— let alone talk about sex with him.

“…forcing myself onto you?”

“Well, if it makes you feel any bett—“

“Nope! Do not keep talking.” You walked away, straight into the bathroom to the sink, running some cool water to splash over your face.

You turn the tap off, grabbing a face towel and holding it over your face to dry it— groaning into it.

He practically appears in the doorway after you take the cloth away from your eyes. He’s leaning against it. Still shirtless.

“Really, it wasn’t that bad!” He laughs, stepping into the bathroom.

You raise your brows at him.

“You really don’t remember anything?” He asks again.

“No!” You sigh.

“Well,” he begins, now leaning his lower back against the bathroom counter, “too start off, you were absolutely plastered down in the bar. So we’re most of the other girls.”

That’s right, you’d gone to the bar with all of them. That was still relatively clear.

“Then, all of us came back, and collected all of y’chaos causers. You left your wallet with y’key card in Molly’s bag, so I bought you back here.”

“Ok…” you nodded.

“You tried to word me up in the elevator if I say so myself, and then we got back— I took your shoes off—“

You kissed him. You’re now like 85% sure you did.

Because the memory slapped you in the face now that he’s relaying the timeline.

All you remember is pressing your lips down onto his. Which you’re pretty sure is real, and not a dream.

“Did I uhm…” your eyes appear hazy as you recall the memory again, “kiss you.”

It was whispered out of your lips, “or was that like— did I imagine that? Or dream it? Because I-“

“That er, yea that actually happened.” He blinked, and you flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry.” You sighed, cheeks burning as you recall chasing his lips last night, forcing him into a kiss.

“It’s fine, baby. Was nice. Then we took y’dress off, and I put you in my shirt,” he gestures to it, “which y’look good in may I add— and then we went to bed.”

“You’re leaving bits out, I’m assuming. Embarrassing bits.” You ask, even though you don’t really want to know.

“Well, I guess you could say that? You were just drunk, nothin’ t’be ashamed of. But you probably don’t want to know all the ins and outs.”

“I kissed you.” You repeat.

“Y’wanted more than that.” He says seriously.

“Did you kiss me back?” Your throat bobs after you ask, and you’re almost convinced you’re still tipsy considering how ballsy it was to ask that question.

You’re quiet a moment.

“Took a lot not to. That’s fuckin’ for sure.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Y’we’re drunk. Couldn’t 100% guarantee you wouldn’t end up regrettin’ it.”

You nod. Slowly. Processing what this means.

He has to have some kind of romantic feelings for you if he’s saying this shit. Your heart twists.

You rub at your temples, which are hurting and he noticed.

“Let’s get you some water.” He states, turning to go out the door, and you can’t help but follow him out.

He pours you out a glass, not handing it to you, just bringing it to your lips and guiding it into your mouth.

He watches you swallow.

“Thank you…”

He smiles a little at your profuse blushing, placing the cup on the bench.

But your redness only deepens as you continue.

“Thank you. For taking care of me. And uh, not taking advantage of me… that too.”

“Darling. Do not thank me for basic human decency.” He scolds gently.

“And you know your brother would have my head. Probably would just knowing I bought you back here.”

“He’d hate it.” You mumble, “if something were to happen… between us.”

You’re almost trying to convince the both of you it’s not a good idea, yet you’re unaware just how far gone you both actually are.

“Mm, he probably would. At first anyway.” Harry smiles, “makes it a little fun though, you can’t lie.”

“Make what fun?” Now you’re seeing how far you can push this.

“What between us?” He mocks your own insinuation.

“Do you have any pain killers?” You avoid the question.

“I do. I’ll get you some.” He walks over to his suitcase, rummaging through the front pockets, pulling out a small packet.

He ignores your bypass of the question, just popping two out of the foil.

His hand pauses, something ticks in his mind.

“Tongue out.”

“What?” You think you may have misheard.

“Put your tongue out.” He’s dead serious. And he’s not asking you, he’s telling you.

You do as he asks, sticking it out, allowing him to place the two little pills on it.

He picks the glass up again, just bringing it to your lips and letting you swallow it back.

“Good.” He mutters.

“Thanks.” You say, cautiously, suddenly hyper aware you’re just in your underwear.

You wipe the back of your hand over your mouth.

“So…” you begin carefully, “you’ve thought about it before.”

He brings his eyes up to you, “not exactly certain what it is you’re referring too, but I’m going to say the answer would be a yes.”

“Hm. Ok.” You state.

“Ok.” He agrees, furrowing his brows a little, waiting for more.

You step back, walking back over to the bed to lay back in it. Half because you were still exhausted, but also because you missed the smell. It smelt like him.

He followed you though, and you watched as he laid back next to you.

“You cuddled me last night.” You recalled.

“I did.” He nodded, and his own face had a blush to it.

It’s quiet another few beats, filled with the two of you just thinking.

“Do you regret it?” He asks, without prompt, and you’re not sure what he’s talking about.

“Regret what?”

“The kiss.”

“No.”

“Would you have regretted it if I’d kissed you back?”

Again, you don’t think as you answer, “No.”

His eyes find yours from where he’s laying, he’s not that far away.

“I just want to be on the same page. We’ve known eachother for a long time. And it’s not just us it would impact if I don’t know— something didn’t work out.” He says quietly.

You reach a hand out to trace his jaw, “I know. But just as you said, we’ve known eachother for a long time, and you always tend to put other people above yourself. What do you want?”

He leans into the touch with a steady inhale as he thinks for a moment, “Honestly, right now I want to kiss you.”

“Well then do it.” You say.

He leans forward now, fed up with beating around the bush.

He pushes his lips over yours, capturing them in a soft yet passionate kiss.

It’s a kiss that speaks worlds. It’s a hundred times more powerful than words ever could be. it’s almost a promise.

You kiss back, cherishing the feeling of it, and how he moved against your mouth.

“Fuck me,” he sighs into your mouth when you part it for him.

“Tongue out.” He asks again, but hearing it while he’s got his lips on you is out of this world.

It sends heat straight to your core, and you do again as he asks.

His hands are threaded in your hair and he gently kitten licks over your tongue.

It’s sensual in a way you can’t describe it, but what really sends you over the edge is when he whispers, “Is it way too early to be asking if I can suck on your tongue…?”

You laugh a little, tongue going back into your mouth as you talk, “I would’ve said yes if you asked me years ago. Is that weird?”

“Hot more than weird.”

You stick it back out and he sucks it into his mouth, swirling his own around it. It quickly turns into a French kiss though, and you start to move and explore his mouth.

“You’re beautiful. Always thought that Y/N.” He says, skating his teeth over your bottom lip.

You whimper at the sensation, “You make me feel so fucking loved.”

“Thats exactly how you should feel, darling. All the time.”

You kiss back and forth for a while, touching eachother gently over thin layers of fabric, but nothing more.

You’re in no rush.

And you’re just grateful that when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll be able to remember it with ease.

———

thank you to all who requested a part 2, I hope you enjoyed it! there is plenty more to come.

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will you be doing any writing for mother’s day? i can just imagine how fluffy you’re gonna make all them ugh

I was not going to but you’ve inspired me😏

warnings: angst, mentions of death

pairings: widower harry x reader,

a/n: happy belated mother’s day to all mothers, guardians, and mother figures out there!!

~

Widower Harry

Harry has been dreading this day for what feels like forever, but it’s only been five months since he lost YN. He’s biting back tears as he gets Luca dressed, a bittersweet moment as he dresses him in a purple outfit, YN’s favorite color. This would’ve been her first Mother’s Day, and he’s here spending it without her. It’s unfair.

He hasn’t had the energy to return any the calls he’s received from his family or friends, needing to take the day for him and Luca alone. The shaky sigh that leaves his bruised lips is all he can muster to keep himself from entirely breaking down, trying his hardest to keep it together until they make it to where she’s buried.

Getting into the car is tough, filled with many breaks as he chokes on some quiet sobs through his clenched teeth. Luca is just watching him ever so curiously, not understanding why his dad is acting this way. He’s quiet as he sucks on his binky, just blinking up at Harry with bright eyes, and that just breaks his heart even more.

Climbing into the backseat for a moment, he takes in the features of YN’s that Luca harbours, remembering the creases that formed around her eyes when she laughed too much, the way her nose would scrunch up ever so slightly when something intrigued her. Just like that he’s biting back tears again but he forces himself to be calm, just long enough to make it to the cemetery.

The entire drive there Harry has what feels like a boulder sitting on his chest, the pain excruciating. It’s pure silence besides the sound of Luca’s occasional coos of happiness at the toys that hang above his car seat, and fuck, if Harry doesn’t get angry at the fact that this is life. YN picked those toys for him. She picked the car he’s driving in, she helped pick the house they live in. It’s fucking unfair that she isn’t there to celebrate the small moments with them. The moment Luca switched over to solid foods was a moment filled with grief as his first thought was to call his wife.

He’d picked up the phone in happiness and started to dial her number and call her at work when it hit him like the car that took her life, that she’s gone. She’s gone and she won’t be coming back. And there’s nothing he can do.

He’s on autopilot at this point, his mind going through many different memories and scenarios as he takes the short drive to where his wife lay, the path engrained into his head. He picks Luca up out of the car and grabs the flowers from the seat beside him, making his way to her grave with a small, watery smile on his lips.

The moment he approaches he just stands there and stares for a moment, his heart beating erratically in his chest as he studies the picture he’d chosen for the headstone, his favourite one of her. It was right after they’d found out that they were pregnant after trying so long, and they’d gone to the doctor to double check. She’s smiling as she holds the ultrasound picture, bright and happy and free from any pain. It’s fucked up to see, really.

Taking a seat on the dewy grass, he tries not to think about how cruel the universe is for giving him something so perfect just to take it away; he tries to think of the fact that he’s got a perfect little human in his arms and he’ll try his hardest to keep him safe.

~

i am so sorry this has me sobbing actually

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Y/N and her brother’s best friend Harry, has had some pent up sexual frustration for a while. Wouldn’t it be best if they just had a one and done? you know to get it out of their system ;) 

brothers best friend (helladirections)

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Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend, and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Ft. dom/sub, rough sex, and soft words. 

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Starting college doesn't turn out as easy as you expected. Making friends turned out to be a way too hard task for you, so you ask your brother's, Mitch's girlfriend, Sarah to help you socialize. Taking you to a frat party, you run into Mitch's long time best friend, the guy you've always had a crush on but haven't seen in years, Harry Styles. The reunion is shocking, especially because Harry is slowly realizing that you're not the awkward little teenager he remembers from the last time he saw you. He has a reputation he is trying to get rid of, old habits to lose, but no one seems to believe he can change, not even his own best friends who warns him to keep his distance from you, however it appears to be easier said than done.

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BBF1: With a Sea View 

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Part 1 of ongoing universe Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring Italrry, teasing, and a sea view. 

MASTERLIST  - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 2

Preview

“I said, use your words,” he scolded, bringing a hand down to grab at her chin and make her look up at him. His eyes were blown out already, filled with lust. “Thought you weren’t a little girl anymore, hm? Or do you still want to be treated like one?”  She swallowed hard. Her heart was beating harder and faster than usual and she didn’t know what to say.  “Well, if that’s how it’s gonna be then, fine. I’ll treat you like the little brat you are, would you like that?”  Another nod. “Words.” “Yes.” “Yes sir,” he corrected her.  “Yes sir.”  “Good girl,” he said with a smile.

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It wasn’t fair.

How dare YN’s brother bring Harry on vacation when he knew they were awkward around each other. He was constantly teasing them both to the point it was incredibly annoying, but YN supposed that’s what older brothers do - make fun of their little sisters for literally everything. For years now, he had been convinced that YN had a crush on Harry. He taunted her about it constantly. And any time he brought it up YN couldn’t help but blush a little bit at the suggestion, making both the boys laugh and embarrassing her further. 

Because the truth was of course she had a crush on Harry. How could she not? He was beautiful, and funny, and when he wasn’t laughing at her with her brother, he was actually really sweet to her. He had this way of smiling at her that made the butterflies in her stomach wake up like she was a teenager again. And he used pet names like ‘darling’ and ‘sweetheart’ so easily that even though she felt like the words were monumental he seemed to not even notice he was saying them to her. He defended her when her brother went too far and actually tried to include her when she was around. 

But he would never actually think the same about her, how could he? Although only two years younger, she was always going to be just a kid in his eyes. An annoying little shadow that they couldn’t ever get rid of. The same little girl that used to hide behind the couch and eavesdrop on them when they played video games in the living room. 

Of course she was unable to act normal around him. She tried not to be in the same room as him and her brother at the same time so she could avoid the teasing. And she always stumbled over her words when talking to him, desperate not to embarrass herself but only making it worse each time. Harry never said anything about the way YN acted around him, but she knew in the back of her head that he thought she was making a fool of herself. 

So it wasn’t fair that YN’s parents had allowed her brother to bring Harry on family vacation  to Italy, because this definitely would not be a vacation for YN when she was spiraling in her head about what it would mean to be around Harry 24/7. Not fair at all. She’d never be able to relax, she knew that for sure. And vacation was all about relaxing, wasn’t it? In the back of her mind she knew she’d always have to get fully dressed before breakfast, she’d be self conscious in her bathing suit at the pool or the beach, and she’d be overthinking every word she said when he was around. 

Dinner on the third night of the trip had been by far the worst of it. Harry and her brother had been in a silly goofy mood all day and took advantage of the audience they had to tease YN even more than usual. They weren’t even creative, not really. It was all about how she was younger, or a joke about the way she ate her noodles, or a comment about the time she almost won a board game on family game night but Harry ended up coming out on top. Her brother was pushing all her buttons in that way that only siblings can. By the end of the meal she was frustrated and exhausted and ready to just be alone. 

But when they were heading up to their hotel rooms, Harry surprised her by inviting her to join them for some drinks, and as much as she wanted to, YN really couldn’t say no. Not to Harry. Not when he was looking at her with clear, wide eyes and a soft smile. Before she even knew what she was doing she was nodding her head and following him towards his room to the left instead of her own room to the right and that’s how she ended up drinking beer with her brother and Harry on the balcony of Harry’s room after the sun had set. 

The teasing didn’t stop just because the meal ended. No, he was still going at her hard to the point where YN was very glad she had alcohol in her hand to turn to. She didn’t notice, but Harry had stopped joining in, and was actually frowning with a slight furrow to his brow as her brother continued his torment. 

“Don’t make me tell him about the time you were 11 at grandma’s!” YN responded to a particularly harsh comment, trying to hold her own after enduring days of endless annoyances from her brother.

“If you do, I'll just have to tell Harry about the time in third grade,” he said back to her. “Wouldn’t want your little crush to know about that, hm?.” 

YN rolled her eyes, trying desperately to come up with something to stand her ground before Harry cut in.

“Eh, be nice to her, mate. She’s probably had enough.” Harry kicked him lightly from his seat, shifting his attention away from her. 

YN smiled at him through the soft sea wind, grateful that he was willing to put an end to some of the taunting. It had already been a long day. 

“Don’t go getting soft on me, Styles,” he complained with an eye roll. 

Harry just shrugged, looking over the YN and then back to her brother again. “I’m not. Just… been doing this a lot, yeah? Give her a break.” 

“Fine, fine,” he relented with a grumble. He looked down at his phone and saw the time, eyebrows raising up on his forehead. “Looks like it’s time to hop in the shower then, if you’re not gonna let me fulfill my big brother responsibilities.” 

Harry gave a soft smile as YN’s brother stood up from his chair. 

“Pool tomorrow after breakfast?” 

“Sure, mate. See you then,” Harry responded as he walked out the door.

And then it was quiet. 

YN was alone with Harry, which was exactly the situation she had been trying to avoid this whole trip. She desperately searched her mind for an excuse to leave, anything to get away from him before she made a fool of herself. But she came up with nothing. 

Another gust of wind passed over them, smelling like the ocean below. The waves were crashing on the shore in the distance, and a few birds were speaking up as well. Trees lining the shoreline rustled in the wind. The walking path along the shore was empty as people had retreated back to their homes or hotels, so aside from the nature sounds it was quiet. 

“Tell me about your day then, only saw you at dinner. Do anything exciting?” 

YN shrugged. “Went to the museum with my mom, not too exciting though. Was gonna go to the pool in the afternoon but you were already down there so I took my book down to the beach instead.” 

“Why would us being at the pool be an issue?” he asked, clearly confused.

“I uh…” She didn’t want to admit the real reasons - that she didn’t want him to see her in her bikini because she wasn’t confident enough in her body, that she didn’t want to see him in the pool, wet and without a shirt on. So she told him the third reason, “didn’t want to deal with my brother making fun of me around you again.” 

YN saw Harry’s face drop then.

“Hey, don’t let him get to you,” Harry said softly. “I know he can be harsh, but he says those things because he loves you. You’ll always be his baby sister, yeah?” 

YN nodded her head. “Yeah, I know,” she sighed, taking another sip of the beer in her hand. She had realized years ago that he would only ever see her as a little kid. “He’s usually right about things anyway.” 

“What things?” 

And YN froze. She had gone too far. He was right about her crush on Harry and he was right that she was embarrassed to be around him and he was right that she had a dream about him one time a few months ago. But she would never tell Harry that.

“Just… things…” she said, blushing deeply.

Harry hummed in response, taking a sip of his own drink before placing it on the coffee table and leaning back in his chair. It was silent for a moment, except for the ocean noises below them. YN even closed her eyes, trying to tune into the ambient noises and out of the embarrassing corner she had backed herself into.

“Is he right about your crush on me?” Harry broke the silence.

YN’s eyes shot open. She expected Harry to have a smug look on his face, to use this as fodder for more jokes down the line. But his eyes were clear and genuine, head cocked to the side as he waited for her response.

“Um…” YN bit on her lower lip, looking away from him. 

“YN,” he said, bringing her attention back to him. “It’s ok if you do. Quite flattering, really.” 

“You’re just trying to make me feel better,” she scoffed, taking another sip and shaking her head.

“No, I… well I do want you to feel better but that’s not the point.” He paused for a moment, seeming to collect his thoughts. “I uh… well it’s really ok if you have a crush on me because um… I have a crush on you too actually.”

At his words, swallowed a sip of her drink wrong and started hysterically coughing, shocked at his admission.

“Oh shit, are you ok?” he asked, standing up and coming behind her to rub on her back in an attempt to soothe her. 

“I’m fine,” she said through a cough. “Just… went down the wrong pipe.” 

She kept coughing though, loudly, practically hacking up a lung. Harry darted away from her then, and she instantly missed the feeling of his hand on her back. When he came back with a glass of water she tried to smile as she took it from him, but the coughing fit only continued. He let his hand rest at the top of her back, offering his support. 

Finally after drinking a few sips she felt like she could breathe again. The corners of her eyes were watering and her face was red for several reasons. Harry sat down again, and she looked back at him before speaking with a scratchy voice.

“Sorry just… took me by surprise.” 

Harry smiled, scooting his chair a little closer to YN now that it was just the two of them. 

“S’alright,” he said softly. “I uh… I meant it though.”

YN had to stop and think about what to say in return. Harry, her brother’s best friend, who she'd known for years, had just admitted to having a crush on her. Although only two years older, he had always seemed so unattainable. He belonged to her brother and she only got to spend time with him on occasion. She wasn’t even really his friend. Just… friend adjacent. 

“But how, though?” She instantly furrowed her brows, mad at herself for asking such a stupid question.

“How could I not?” he answered easily. 

“Because I’m…me? I’m your friend’s annoying little sister?”

Harry chuckled a bit. “You haven’t been the annoying little sister in a long time, YN. Maybe to him, but not to me.”

She could feel the blood start to rush to her cheeks again.

“Is that why he always made such a big deal of it, trying to embarrass me? Because he knew you liked me too?”

“Oh god no,” Harry said, shaking his head with a smile. “Tried to hide it as best I could for that exact reason. He doesn’t need to know. Not yet, anyway.” 

“Yet?” 

“Mhmm,” Harry hummed in response, not really answering the millions of questions swirling around in YN’s mind. “On second thought, it’s probably a good thing you didn’t come down to the pool with us today. Not sure I would’ve been able to handle myself seeing you in that little blue bikini you like.” 

YN was stunned silent, but Harry continued. 

“And, I think maybe you would’ve had a little trouble as well. You’re not a little girl anymore, YN, and I know you have some naughty thoughts going through your head when you look at me sometimes.” 

She nodded her head silently.

“That’s what I thought.” 

He leaned forward then, letting his hand rest on YN’s thigh just below where her shorts ended. Her skin felt like it was on fire, like his hand was electric. She felt her body buzzing, begging for more. 

“Now tell me, YN, what are some of the things you’ve thought about me?” 

Her cheeks felt hot, a combination of the blushing and the coughing, and she was convinced there was no more blood in her body. All of it was rushing up to her face or down to her core and everything in between was probably pale as the sand below them. 

“Do you need some help remembering? Have you thought about me in your bed?”

She nodded, shocking herself that she was willing to admit it.

“Aw how sweet,” it came out a little bit less than genuine. “And have you thought of my hands on your body?” He let his palm stroke her skin slowly. 

Another nod.

“And have you thought of my cock?”

YN swallowed hard and nodded again.

“Oh darling,” he said, more than a little condescendingly. “And what did you think about my cock, hm? Was it in your hand? Your mouth? Your pussy?” 

She started to nod again, but this time Harry cut her off.

“Use your words, sweetheart. You’re not a kid anymore, remember?”

“Yes,” she whispered through a breath.

“Yes to which?”

“Yes to all three.” 

“Oh, is that so,” he smirked. “Would you like to make that happen, right now?” 

And even though a piece of her was still pretty convinced that this was all a joke somehow, she jumped at the opportunity anyway because it might never come again. 

Harry stood up then, towering above her. His waist was about the high of her eyesight while she sat in the chair and she couldn’t help but notice his prominent bulge. She swallowed hard. She’d noticed it before, of course. But her mouth went dry at the thought of what was about to happen.

“On your knees then, come on,” he said, pulling her out of the chair by her arm. 

She followed his lead, bringing her knees down to the wooden balcony below them. It was a bit rough, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Honestly, she wasn’t thinking about the surface at all, because now Harry was standing right in front of her, hand palming his own bulge beneath his shorts. 

YN couldn’t help but stare at what he was doing. It was so mesmerizing. She had always assumed he was rather large, but now that she could clearly see the outline of his dick it was a whole different ball game. If he kept teasing her, she wasn’t sure how long she could control herself. 

“Aw baby,” he cooed. “Do you wanna see it then?”

YN nodded her head rapidly without taking her eyes off of his hand.

“I said, use your words,” he scolded, bringing a hand down to grab at her chin and make her look up at him. His eyes were blown out already, filled with lust. “Thought you weren’t a little girl anymore, hm? Or do you still want to be treated like one?” 

She swallowed hard. Her heart was beating harder and faster than usual and she didn’t know what to say. 

“Well, if that’s how it’s gonna be then, fine. I’ll treat you like the little brat you are, would you like that?” 

Another nod.

“Words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes sir,” he corrected her. 

“Yes sir.” 

“Good girl,” he said with a smile. 

He was still holding her chin with one hand, grabbing at himself with the other. When he finally let go, YN let out a breath but actually felt a bit empty at the loss of contact. She never knew she would be into this kind of play. Well - she had a inkling a little while ago when scrolling through porn late one night but she had never actually tried it. And never imagined she would be trying it with Harry of all people. But so far, even just the words he was using, the tone, the power he held by standing over her, it was all going deep into her core. She blushed at the complement and felt goosebumps rise up on her skin, but that could have also just been because of the ocean air around them. 

“Now,” he started, one hand reaching into his pants. He let out a short gasp when he grabbed himself, playing beneath the fabric where YN still couldn’t see. “I know how bad you want me. Have a feeling you’ve been wanting me for a long time, is that right?”

“Yes sir.” 

He smiled at that. “Good girl, you’re learning.” With his free hand he reached down to stroke at her hair, and she leaned into his touch. It was gone too soon though. “I think you might be able to wait a little bit longer though, hm? Think I’d like to show you what good teasing is about. The kind where we’re both having fun. Where it pays off for everyone. What do you think of that? Is that ok with you, sweet girl?” 

She looked at him, wide eyed, not entirely sure what he meant. But found herself agreeing to him anyway. The truth was she had known him for a long time, and she knew he was a good person; had heard the worst of what he had to say when she was hiding around the corner from him and her brother. She knew she could trust him. 

“You’re a lot more agreeable now than you were at dinner,” he chuckled. 

Without any warning then, he lowered his waistband and allowed his cock to spring free. It bobbed up, slapping against his stomach and leaving a small wet mark of precum above his belly button. He was big, really big, bigger than YN had ever seen or taken before. And he was hard. A thick vein was pulsing up the underside of his cock, his head a ruddy red, soon to be purple by the looks of it. 

And YN’s mouth was practically watering. She wanted him more than she could ever remember wanting anyone ever. He was so close, she could just reach out and touch him if she wanted to. But she had a feeling he wouldn’t like that very much.

“Look at you,” he cooed. “Bet you’d swallow me whole right now if I gave you the chance, hm?”

“Yes sir,” she nodded her head quickly, finally looking away from his length and making eye contact. 

“Don’t think I’ll give you that chance right now though,” he said with a shrug. 

Harry started tugging at himself again, letting out a soft groan with his motions. YN couldn’t look away, it was captivating in a way she had never experienced before. She would take whatever he would give her, even if it just meant sitting and watching. But she had a feeling he would give her something more eventually - he was truly kind underneath it all. 

“Like you down on your knees like that,” he mumbled under his breath, as if talking to himself. “Maybe I’ll let you taste me afterall... or maybe not.” 

YN couldn’t help but whine.

“Oh you didn’t like that, did you? Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure you get what you need before I’m all done with you. Ok? Do you trust me?” 

He stopped moving his hand then, leaning his head down to catch her eyes again. “YN, do you trust me?” 

“Yes, Harry. I trust you.” 

“Ok, good. I’m not gonna do anything you don’t like but... if you want me to stop you just have to say so, ok?”

“Ok.” 

“Ok, good. Now where were we? Oh, that’s right.” 

He brought his hand back down to touch himself, letting his head hang back on his shoulders, eyes closed as he breathed heavy through his mouth. 

“Feels good. Do you think your hand would feel better?”

“Yes.” 

“Ok then, let’s see it.” 

YN swallowed hard as she scooted forward on her knees to bring herself closer to him. Timidly, she reached out with her left hand, letting it rest on his thigh. His skin was soft and warm, with just enough dark hair sprinkling over the area to remind her that he truly was a man standing in front of her. After a breath, she reached her right hand forward, holding his cock at the base and looking up to him as if to ask for permission, or guidance, or something. 

“Alright then YN,” he said with a smile. He was leaning back against the balcony railing now, his hands spread to either side. “Show me what you can do.” 

She nodded and got to work with one gentle stroke all the way up to his hand and back. And then she stopped, spit on her hand, and started again. This time she rubbed the wetness all around him for lubrication before building up a nice steady rhythm. He was visibly pulsing within her grasp, and she was loving it. Every few strokes she would bring her thumb up around the tip, reveling in the little grunts he would make in response. 

It was clear by the way he was pulsing, breathing hard, and leaning back with his eyes closed that she was doing a good job. He was vocal, too, letting out little moans and groans and growls with nearly every stroke of her hand. But she wanted to do more, give him more. So she leaned forward and gently kissed at the now purple head, tasting just a little bit of salty precum on her lips. 

But he didn’t react how she expected. Instead of a moan or some more praise, he stood straight up and grabbed her hand to move it way from him. 

“I said your hand, baby. Not your mouth. Don’t be greedy. You show me you can be good and you’ll earn a chance to taste my cock” 

YN couldn’t help but pout a little, biting her lip and looking away from him afraid that she had really messed up. He sounded mad. Had she misread the situation entirely? Did he not really want her, just wanted to get off quickly and that was it? Was he already regretting this? She didn’t know how to play this game, and maybe she was doing it all wrong. 

“Honey,” he said softly, using one finger to lift her face up and look at him again. “You said you trusted me, yeah?” She nodded. “Good, so trust me. It’s not that I don’t want you, or want your mouth. It’s just that... fuck... if you suck me off I wont last long enough to get you to the good part, ok? You’ll get a taste next time, I promise.”

She perked up at that. Next time? There was going to be a next time?

“Ok, now stand up for me.” 

He took her hand, helping her get back onto her feet. Her legs were already stiff, knees were a bit sore and definitely red. But she didn’t mind. She was standing so close to him now, could feel his breath on her face.

“I really want to kiss you, Harry,” she admitted softly. 

He smiled softly. “Kisses are for good girls, YN. And you were just greedy. Do you think you deserve a kiss?” 

She shook her head.

“That’s right, you don’t. But-” she looked back up at him. “But this is your first time playing like this with me, so I’m gonna cut you a break, ok?”

Her face lit up as his hand came around her body to rest on her lower back, setting off fireworks in her stomach at the contact. With his other hand, he brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear and held her face in his palm. She leaned into it, closing her eyes lightly. 

It started off soft, gentle, kind. His lips were full and warm, enveloping her in tender feelings accented by light touches to her back and her cheek. She couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, sighing as she felt a sense of relief, a release of all the pressure and anticipation that had built up inside of her over the years. Her little childhood crush that never fully went away had finally come to fruition and he was kissing her on a balcony with the ocean in the background. 

But once they found a rhythm, he picked things up a bit. His fingers gripped at her hips tightly, digging into her flesh in the most wonderful way. His lips pressed against her harder, tongue breaking through her lips and finding its way into her mouth to take what was his. Groans from him and delicate whimpers from her as they couldn't get enough of each other. She felt like she was on fire, the spark coming from his lips and the flames spreading throughout her entire body. 

“Fuck, babe,” he said through a breath, forehead pressed to hers and eyes still closed. “If I knew kissing you was going to be that good, I would’ve done it a long time ago.” 

YN couldn't help but giggle in response as he took half a step back. 

“Maybe you really are a good girl afterall, hm?” 

She nodded. A seagull sounded off in the distance. The trees rustled. The waves crashed. 

“I think I’m gonna make you cum now.” He said it so nonchalantly, like it was nothing. Which was incredibly frustrating to YN who felt like every single second of what was happening was monumental.

Harry looked around them before his eyes lit up with an idea. 

“Gonna touch you while we look out at the ocean, what do you think of that? Would you like that?”

“Yes sir,” she whispered, even though no one else was around. 

Sure they were going to be doing it out in the open, but the balcony was rather secluded. His room was on a corner and none of the rooms around them had balconies where people might be able to spot them. Plus, no one they cared about would be able to catch them in the act because they were all in their own rooms by now. 

Harry guided her over to the railing, where she gripped the cool metal tightly with anticipation. He stayed behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the back of her neck. His body was warm against the cool air, and YN felt herself immediately relaxing into his hold. Kissing his way up her neck, he eventually made it to her ear where he sucked on her lobe for just a moment before whispering. 

“Gonna make my pretty girl cum with a sea view. Gonna make you wetter than the ocean.” 

“Please,” she whined. 

Harry chuckled. “Well when you ask so nicely...” 

With one hand he trailed down her tummy until he found the waistband of her shorts. She was wearing a pair of old running shorts made with a bit of elastic, which he snapped back against her skin. Hissing at the feeling, YN could tell that all her senses were on high alert now. Every touch, every breath, every sound was stronger than she ever remembered experiencing. 

Softly and slowly, Harry’s hand traveled underneath the waistband, over her mound and down to her core. She spread her legs a bit to give him better access as he let one finger trail up and down the wet spot on her panties. 

“Fuck, darling,” he whispered. “So wet for me already.” 

“Yes,” she moaned softly. 

He stroked up and down the spot for a moment before traveling up just a bit and finding her clit. It took a few seconds but once he found the spot she felt her muscles clenching and let out a little squeak of pleasure and surprise. 

“Harry, please. I need more. I need you, please,” she begged. 

Without changing his pace, he laughed again. “S’like an on/off button for you, hm? Couldn’t find any words before and now you’re begging me like your life depends on it.” 

In any other circumstance she would have been embarrassed, blushing and hiding her gaze from him. But in that moment, she didn’t even care. In fact, she liked it. 

“Please, H. ‘m so wet. Wanna feel you,” she begged.  

Harry ground his hips into her rear then, and she could feel his still hard length against her bum. Her breath hitched at the feeling. 

“Wanna feel you too, baby. But we’ll get there. Right now I just want you to relax and look at the view. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes sir.” 

He lifted his hand up just enough to slide beneath the thin fabric of her panties, fingerpads finally coming in contact with her most sensitive bits. Much like their kiss, he started off slow and gentle, getting a feel for YN and her body, how she reacted to things, what kinds of rhythm and pressure she liked. But when she started rocking her hips against his hand to get more friction, he could only hold back for so much longer before he lost all self control. 

“Such a tight little cunt you got,” he whispered. 

With one arm still around her stomach he held her close to him, breathing heavily directly into her ear as his other hand sped up. Two fingers inside of her, he quickened his pace while simultaneously curling his fingers up and searching for that special spot inside of her. After a few tries, he found it and she let out a noise somewhere between a squeak and a moan. 

“Prettiest sound I’ve heard, I think,” he told her. 

“Harry,” she moaned into the night air. 

They found a rhythm that worked well for them, Harry eventually adding a third finger into her pussy and using the heel of his palm to rub against her clit at the same time. It was a bit of a stretch, a new feeling that she never wanted to let go of. She could feel the tension building up in her lower tummy, the heat filling the area as she knew it wouldn’t be long before she would explode. 

“I bet y’thinking about my cock right now, hm? How bad you want in your mouth. Gagging on it. Is that right? That’s what you’re good for, right? Warming my cock?” 

YN released another moan at his words. 

“Close... Harry I’m close,” she warned him.

“I know baby. Gonna give you what you need, alright?” 

“I need-’

“I didn’t ask.” He punctuated his remark with a harder thrust of his fingers, her breath catching in her throat for a moment. 

The hand around her stomach started moving then, traveling up her torso. She expected him to grab at her tits, to play with them a bit. The act never gave her much sensation but she knew most men were into it. But he only grazed over the area lightly before his hand spread out on her upper chest, just below her neck. 

With a comforting voice, he spoke to her. “You need me to stop, or go softer, you tell me, alright?”

She nodded her head. 

He grabbed around her neck then, most of the pressure on the sides over her carotid arteries rather than actually blocking her breathing. She let out a deep, guttural moan that had him laughing behind her. 

It was almost too much, then. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder for a moment, but he shook her off quickly.

“Want you looking at the view, baby. See the ocean down there?” 

“Yes.”

“See the beach? Think you’re gonna down there tomorrow again? Wear that little blue bikini... get wet in the ocean... stretch your body out in the sand?”

“Yes, Harry.” 

“Gonna let me watch you? Not gonna run away from me anymore, hm?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Can’t wait to see you in the water, getting yourself wet for me,” he said, breath heavy in her ear. “I’ll wear the little short swim trunks… show you all my tattoos…” 

“Harry please,” she moaned. 

“I know darling, I know. Do you feel good?”

“So good.” 

Harry started leaving soft kisses behind her ear, down her neck, onto her back. Somehow, he managed to be tender and sweet with his lips while simultaneously choking her and finger fucking her outside with his hands. 

“When you’re ready, I want you to cum for me. Can you do that? Can you do that for me pretty girl?” 

“Yes Harry,” she moaned again. 

His forearm flexed against her lower body as he continued his motions, not stopping or slowing down even once. He kissed back the same trail across her shoulders, her neck, and up to her ear again, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. 

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered.

And she just couldn’t hold it back any longer. The tension and the heat in her belly peaked as the ball inside of her seemed to pop. She gasped loudly in time with her release, eyes squeezed tightly, hands grasping the metal bars of the balcony so hard her knuckles turned white. Her gasp turned into a deep groan, then a light moan before finally a whimper as he helped her ride out her orgasm on his fingers. 

It wasn’t until her legs wiggled and she stood up on her toes to get some distance from the overstimulation that he finally ceased his movements. His hand around her neck dropped down to hold lightly at her hip. With one last light rub over her wet lips, he slipped his hand out of her shorts, patting the area from the outside lightly before bringing his hand up to the dim light seeping through the curtains behind him. 

The wetness on his fingers glistened in the light. 

“Holy fucking shit, look at that,” he mumbled.

She turned her head to see, but had to turn her whole body as he brought his hand to his lips, sucking her taste off his fingers. 

“Taste so sweet,” he told her. 

“Wanna taste you now,” she told him, voice still soft. 

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up first. Can taste me in the shower, how about that?”

She nodded her head quickly.

“Words,” he reminded her.

“Yes! I mean... yes, sir. Please.” 

“Alright, come this way then.”

He tasted like the ocean, and the pool, and the sun and the stars. 

MASTERLIST  - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 2

#yo #writing #BBF

[freedomfireflies]

i love love love brothers best friend! i feel like best friends dad is a huge thing, so seeing brothers bestfriend is SO refreshing. it’s super underrated and you’d do it phenomenally. you’re literally beyond talented i cannot get enough of you. if you do some softrry i think you can honestly incorporate it into anything as long as it’s from scratch. like with 404rry, we cannot see him being super soft and fluffy. but if you created a new harry, you could totally make him soft. for example, everyone sees him as a grump and brooding unless y/n is around. he’d be out with a couple of his friends and the second y/n comes around he’s like “babyyyyy” with his dimples showing😭. also you are the least annoying person on this planet! i can assure you we cannot get enough of you. you’re just the sweetest human being ever😭

EEEE THIS IS SO NICE!!!! Stop this is actually so adorable!! I honestly kind of love that FOR bbf?? Like obviously he's an ass but maybe he gets a lot softer when she's around?? And he's still annoying but like the "pulls your pigtails" kind of annoying, you know?? Very teasing, just to make her blush or roll her eyes? And her brother gets onto him all the time about it because it's so obvious to everyone but her HAHAH

[alarrytale]

The 1975 and Louis also have very different audiences. 1975 is about 60% female fans and 40% males and they're older than Louis' fans. Matty doesn't have lots of the 13-15 group who are the most impressionable. Louis does have many fans in this age group so he needs to be more careful about the coping strategies he models. Saying he has "too much Yorkshire pride for therapy" was also silly as therapy is a much healthier way of dealing with issues than drinking/smoking.

Yep!

Louis' very public downtalking therapy for himself is toxic masculinity. It's such a damaging attitude. I don't really think he feels that way though. That part i think is more image than not. Still as damaging though if people follow his example. His bbf Stan is a therapist and he got Fizzy into therapy and offered to go with her. Lottie has also spoken about the benefits about it. I also happen to think that Louis does talk about his issues. He's a person who wears his heart on his sleeve. I think he used to tell his mom everything. Now i think he unloads on Harry. Harry can't help with everything and i do wish Louis would talk to someone professional and impartial. Maybe he does and we just don't know about it for image reasons. We can hope.

#louis image #matty healy for ts

[i-just-like-marvel]

Fics rec

* I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE STORIES, ONE SHOTS OR HEADCANNONS. I MAKE THIS LIST FOR ME TO BE EASIER TO READ AND REREAD STORIES THAT I LIKED*

Bucky Barnes

Series :

Operation faking it

Little bird

Honey, there is no right way

You hurt the one you love

Against my ruin

Born in flames

And they’re roommates

The bodyguard

Caught in the fire

Yours to wield

The match

Heir

Invisible string

One shots

Princess

3 weeks waiting

Teach me

Simmer down and pucker up

Forbidden fruit

To let you win

In too deep

One more time

The best treatment

Drunk in love

Something new

Sugar (roommate)

Safe and sound (dbf)

Steve Rogers

Series

Time to run

One shots

All I want

Andy Barber

Series

Cruel daddy

Fuel to the fire

All things truly wicked

One shots

The right girl (dbf)

Ari Levinson

Series

Protection

One shot

A helping hand

A pillow princess

Stucky

Series

The fuckboy comitee

Spitfire

Our girl

Talking bird

Method acting

A seat at the round table

One shots

Satisfied

Mission

Homecoming

Guns and Roses

Wanda

One shots

Doctor-patient-confidentiality

The scarlet witch’s toy

Doctor’s orders

Doctor’s orders

Rooster

Series

Blooming

Talk to me lucky

One shots

Feel the vibration

Natasha Romanoff

It wouldn’t be

Suberbia

*No name*

No name

Eddie Munson

Sweet dreams

Show me

*no name*

Harry Styles

Series

Ruin

One shots

Getting yourself wet for me

Fuck machine

Sweat nothing (fluff)

A good boy

Innocent

A good fit (bbf)

Joaquin Torres

Comfier

Joel Miller

Room 77 (dbf)

Summer’s a knife (dbf)

Series

Silence can never be bought, only rented

Ceilings

Wandanat

My wives

Tangerine

Phone fun

Multi characters

Sex Ed class

Spicy masterlist

Girls on film

[juneberrie]

i was thinking of expanding the bbf!ron x harry’s sister au…. thoughts

no bc i was thinking about this last night <3

harry's like "oh all the boys in hogwarts you just had to date ron, my best mate?"

and she just says "you're dating my best friend, aren't you?" and she's just gesturing to the millions of hearts with luna written in them scattered across his paper.

and he covers them and like, "its different >:( we don't snog in the middle of the halls"

"well neither do we. least not in front of you."

"you w h a t"

#[💌] letter received <3 #bbf!ron #vinnie <3

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

angst for pic 5 🙈

Another AU but this one is Brother's Best Friend and tbh real sad, sorry i cried writing it 😓 the girls that get it, get it.

You'd had a crush on Harry for as long as you could remember. Practically ever since he came into your life at the age of 14. He was 2 years older, like your brother, so you knew he didn't mind you in the slightest. You guys never really talked one-on-one until he came into your job one day and informed you that he now worked in a building just down the street and his coworkers had recommended he get his coffee from the shop you worked at. So you started to see a lot more of him, almost daily. At first you'd just talk about your brother and how he was hard at work at the law firm he had been hired at, but soon it started becoming more about yourselves and well, it definitely rekindled your crush on him.

You were still in university and well, he'd just entered the workforce and so you figured that maybe he could help you get a better job where he worked. You liked the coffee shop and your coworkers were fun, but you could really afford to get paid better since you planned on moving out of the dorms with your best friends, Natalie and Mandy, during the summer. Neither of you wanted to be holed up in the dorm for your final year of university. You were nervous to ask him, but of course, he was really cool about it and told you he'd ask around. Sure enough, there was an administrative assistant position open for the floor manager and you applied and interviewed as soon as possible. You'd done some secretarial work in the past and well your previous employers gave you glowing recommendations and you were hired.

Harry obviously sort of took you under his wing. He introduce you to his friends at work, and not as his best friend's little sister, by your name and telling them that you were his "good friend" which made you feel good. Like he was starting to take you seriously. And you guys even started bringing each other lunch, going out after work when you didn't have class whether it be with your work friends or with your friends... he would obviously flirt with you, but you tried not to let it get to your head because he flirted with everyone.

This went on for months and one day Harry was dropping you off at your flat and before you could get out of his car he just leaned in and kissed you. It caught you completely off guard and he apologized incessantly as he pulled away, but when you gathered your frazzled self you grabbed his face and kissed him back. You spent close to 15 minutes making out heatedly. You only stopped because the security guard came to tap on his window because the glass was all fogged up. You guys died laughing from embarrassment, but you didn't care, he had kissed you first and you had kissed him back...maybe he liked you like you liked him.

It had been 2 months since that night and you hadn't kissed again. He hadn't even made a move on you. You figured it had something to do with your brother or him feeling weird about having known you your whole life basically. But he still asked about your plans all the time, he came over to your flat to hang out with you and your friends, he'd still go out with you guys...and you just thought that maybe he just needed a bit of time to really solidify his feelings for you. You had told your best friends/roommates about the steamy kiss when it happened, so they knew that you were interested in him and they'd ask for updates, see how things were going and well, there hadn't been any progress from the usual stuff. When your friend Mandy suggested that you invite him to her birthday party to see if that would push him to make a move you decided to take her advice.

You had no idea why you were so nervous about asking him something so simple, but you were. Your palms were sweaty as you made your way over to his office with his coffee order from the shop down the street.

"Coffee's here!" you said to him as you peeked into his door and he glanced up from his computer screen and smiled at you.

"Life saver!" he hummed as you set the large paper cup on his desk, "You didn't have to get me the bigger one." he assured you.

"S'alright, the manager is still cool with me so she charges me for the mediums but "makes the wrong amount" and then gives me the larges." you explained to him and he chuckled.

"Well, in that case...keep that relationship going strong. I really needed this, m'knackered today." he said, "Went to this like midnight garden walk thing and I didn't know it was like a 4 hour thing." He chuckled as he took a drink of his coffee and your eyes widened.

"Oh, no way! Natalie went to that too! Well, she stayed over her friend's house though cause they lived close or something." you explained and Harry suddenly choked on his coffee. He started coughing loudly and reached for his water jug and chugged some down to clear the discomfort from his throat, "Are you OK?" you asked him and he nodded with watery eyes.

"Yeah it just went down the wrong pipe and it's hot so I just...nearly died." he coughed again, "Is there a giant hole where my esophagus is?" he asked you jokingly, craning his neck up and you chuckled.

"No. I think you'll live." you said and he smiled, "Oh so ummm, we're having a little birthday party for Mandy on Saturday night if you want to come?" you asked casually, feeling quite proud of yourself for your delivery.

"Oh really?" he asked and you nodded. He was acting a little strange, but you couldn't figure out what it was, he seemed a little nervous and it made you nervous to think that you might be making him nervous.

"Ummm, yeah."

"Well, yeah thanks for inviting me. Count me in." he said with a smile and you nodded.

"Cool. Starts at 7:30 and ends sometime the next morning." you said with a mischievous little glint in your eyes and he chuckled.

"Sounds like a fun time."

"Yeah. So ummm, yeah...I'll see you there. And are we still on for drinks with everyone tomorrow?"

"Oh, about that, I actually had something come up. Just a plan I had made before that I forgot about." he over explained and you looked at him oddly, "So ummm, I'm gonna have to skip out on that. Sorry., leaving you ride-less." he said and you shrugged.

"OK, that's alright. I'm sure someone else won't mind dropping me off at home." you assured him.

"Alright. See you Saturday then."

"Or later...for lunch?" you said and he chuckled.

"Right, right." he said and shook his head.

"Sleep deprivation is a bitch, I get it." you assured and he chuckled before you headed back to your desk.

For the next few days Harry continued acting flighty and nervous which you'd come to understand was quite unusual for him. It was kind of stressing you out and making you wonder what on earth was going on with him. You figured you'd be able to address it on Saturday when he was a bit more relaxed. And hopefully be able to address that tension that was brewing between you two.

On the day of the party you did yourself up just a bit more. Not enough to outshine Mandy, but just enough to feel more confident about yourself. And well, the three of you looked great! You took cute pictures with Mandy and Nat before guests started arriving and then tended to some last minute details before you'd head on up to the roof. They had made it into a little patio type of thing that you could reserve. It just made sense to be there because the weather had been really kind to you and you also wouldn't be bothering your neighbors with the music or noise. You literally kept your eyes peeled for Harry, who arrived about an hour after the party started.

"Look who I found!" Natalie said as she came up to you and Mandy with a bag of ice in her hands and Harry trailed behind her with his signature boy-ish smile, carrying another bag of ice.

"Hey!" Mandy greeted him first, "Thank you for coming!"

"Happy birthday!" he greeted her happily, "You look beautiful! Thanks for inviting me." he said happily and Mandy smiled.

"Awww thanks, Harry. And well love that you're here but ...I think that Y/N actually invited you, so....I'll take this." she said walking up to him and grabbing the bag of ice from him and glancing to Natalie, "We should go get these in the coolers, Nat." she said and Natalie glanced between you and Harry with a smile before following after Mandy. You were probably red in the face, you could feel that your ears were burning up...Mandy was not subtle by any means.

"I'm sorry about that."

"It's alright." he chuckled as he looked away from you timidly for a moment and then meeting your eyes again, "You look beautiful too. You all do." he added in at the end and you chuckled. He was nervous again and it was stressing you out.

"What's going on with you lately?" you asked him and he looked at you completely perplexed.

"What do you mean?" he asked you and you sighed.

"You've just been acting really weird with me and I don't know if I did something wrong? Or maybe I did something right? Or maybe it's nothing to do with me. Maybe it's just a you thing...or-"

"No, it's not you, but I think we do need to talk about something." he said to you and your heart started pounding.

"Oh, OK....ummm, now?" you asked and he sighed.

"Ummm, do you want to talk about this now?" he asked and you shrugged.

"Your news, you decide." you said and he nodded.

"Right...ummm...we should probably find somewhere a little more private to talk." he suggested and you smiled and nodded. You both headed to the elevator and slipped inside silently. You stole a few glances of each other and then got off on your floor.

"Figure this is the most private it can get." you said as you pulled your keys from the pocket conveniently sewn into your dress and he smiled and nodded.

You felt tingly all over and your heart was pounding harder and harder as the anticipation built. You let him in first and he stepped inside and you followed, turning around and just locking the door out of habit, but when you turned around he was still waiting a few steps behind you. As your eyes met nervously for a few seconds you decided to just bite the bullet. You went up to him and grabbed his jaw and surged forward, eye fluttering closed as you connected your lips to his own. You felt his hands grab your face gently and he kissed you back once before he sighed.

"Wait, wait, wait." he mumbled against your mouth, "I actually do need to tell you something." he said and you sighed as you reared back to make enough space between you so that you could look into his eyes.

"Sorry..." you smiled softly with a bashful look in your eyes and he bit his lip for a moment, he looked nervous again. This was it. You were just anxious to hear him say the words...

"Don't be....you're a great kisser." he said nervously and you smiled as he shook his head, mentally beating himself up for even saying that. Yes, it was the truth, he really liked how you kissed, but that's not what he had wanted to tell you, "Umm...it's just that I uh...I've been seeing someone for a bit of time..." he explained and your smile faded immediately.

"Oh my god... and I just kissed you! And made you a cheater!" you groaned in embarrassment as you freed yourself from his hold and turned around feeling like an absolutely idiot.

"Hey, you didn't know!" he said, "That's why I wanted to tell you. Because...you obviously have feelings f-"

"You don't need to say it, Harry." you groaned, still refusing to look at him. You felt so embarrassed and stupid for assuming...for thinking that he could like you back. Just because you kissed before that didn't mean he liked you. How stupid and childish could you be.

"OK, but there's m-" he stopped talking when you turned around and rushed around him and down the hall to your bedroom, "Y/N!" he followed after you and you just rushed inside your room and closed the door, locking it promptly and exhaling shakily as you felt your tears start to blur your vision.

"I get it, Harry!" you said through the door when you heard him knock a few times.

"But I still need to-"

"I can't do this right now!" you groaned, trying to hide the sound of your voice cracking as your tears started to flow.

"Y/N, please, I just need another moment..."

"I can't." you said through the door, "It's fine. We're good." you assured him and he sighed, "Please just go. I need...some time to just...get over my mortification." you said through your tears. Quietly taking in a deep breath to hold in your impending sob.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." he said, "Do you want me to wait for you or-"

"No, no, no....just head on up. I'll be there in a few minutes." you assured and listened closely to hear him walk out of your flat.

As soon as you heard the front door close you broke down. Of course someone like him had someone already. You felt so fucking idiotic and ridiculous for thinking that you'd ever have a chance with him. As much as you wanted to just stay locked in here for the next 48 hours you couldn't do that to Mandy, you needed to power through. So you went into the kitchen and grabbed your hidden whiskey bottle and took two shots before making yourself a generously dosed mixed drink with the opened can of coca-cola Mandy had left on the counter earlier. You removed all of your make up, washed with cold water and quickly started to reapply it again. It was really insane to you how if you were pressed for time you could do your makeup perfectly in about 15 minutes, but if time weren't an issue you could take up to three hours if you wanted. You hadn't eaten, so the alcohol was getting to you and you just giggled before you felt like crying again and you groaned as you leaned forward and dabbed at your waterline a few times to soak up the tears. After taking one more shot you headed back upstairs. You were sufficiently tipsy and numb enough to not think about what had transpired minutes before. You had dodged Harry for the rest of the night and the more you drank with your friends the more you forgot. That's what you needed to do...forget.

*****

When you woke up the next morning in your bed, still in your party dress you felt icky. You thankfully weren't too hung over since you hadn't mixed your liquors, also a perk of being a young adult. But as you glanced to the side and saw the balled up tissues on your nightstand smeared with your eye make up you remembered why you had decided to go off the rails like that.

Your heart weighed heavily again with pain and the long-lasting sting of rejection. You thought of Harry...and how he had looked at you with so much pity. You hated that look he gave you, like you were a wounded animal. And well, you weren't angry at him...how could you be? If he didn't like you, he didn't like you. There was no crime in that. More than that, you felt guilty for just kissing him without even asking...now he'd probably have to tell his partner about it and they'd likely make him stay away from you and it would make everything awkward since you worked together now...of course you started to cry again. You needed a cuddle and big hug from your friends. You got yourself out of bed and got out of your dress and into some sweats and a t-shirt before you stepped out into the hall.

Nat was a light sleeper and never fussy in the mornings, so you'd go cry to her about this. You didn't even bother wiping your tears as you gave her two warning knocks and then twisted her door open.

"Nat, I majorly fucked up with Harry and I just-" you stopped talking abruptly when you saw Harry's body wrapped around Nat's. Your heart sank even further in your chest and you felt sick to your stomach. Natalie stirred and blinked her eyes open slowly but as soon as she registered it was you she shot straight up.

"Y/N!" she exclaimed in shock at you and you were just frozen there. In complete disbelief. She knew how you felt about Harry...you had told her and Mandy everything, even that you'd had a crush on him since your were 14. You felt betrayed...so awfully betrayed.

"I'm so sorry." you sighed through your tears. You had no idea why you were apologizing to her, but you were and you turned around and left swiftly. Closing her door behind you and exhaling shakily as more tears fell.

"Get up!" you heard her say to Harry.

"What is it?"

"You overslept! Y/N just came in here and saw you!"

"Fuck...my alarm didn't go off." he explained to her and you cried even harder. They were sneaking around you? How long had this been going on, "It's not even 6:30, yet!" he defended.

"This wouldn't be an issue if you had just told her last night like we agreed!" Natalie groaned in frustration.

"I tried, but she was just so upset and she felt so bad that I just...I didn't want to ruin her night." Harry said and you shook your head and hurried back to your room, slamming the door loudly and locking it behind you, so they'd know that you had heard all of that.

You dropped yourself back onto your bed and didn't bother to muffle your sobs as you hugged your pillow to your chest. No wonder he kept coming around...no wonder he always said yes to plans with your friends...he had gone with Nat to the midnight garden thing, he had bailed on your plans with your work friends to be with her. You felt so fucking stupid for thinking that he'd ever see you as more than just his friend's kid sister. And as you sobbed in bed you wondered why you were always the one alone? Why the people you liked never like you? Why were you never first choice? And when would it finally be your turn to be happy?

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[missmielyhoran]

Little Freak

in which Autumn likes her twin brother's best friend, and maybe he likes her too...

(BBF!Harry × reader)

A/N- This is my depressive episode writing, so if it's sad, you know why

[Warning- Angsty, dad went to bring milk, daddy issues, unrequited love?, Harry being his usual fuck boy flirt, depression, anxiety, shitty mental health, mention self harm, body dysmorphia, eating disorder]

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*****

Yellow.

A color usually associated with happiness, sunshine, and youth is also a color of jealousy, envy, and deceit.

Sometimes, you felt like yellow.

A sunshine, happy next-door girl who everyone loved, had loads of friends but also a girl who feels gloomy, insecure, and cowardly inside.

He wasn't yellow. No, he was green. Color of nature, safe and happiness, but also jealousy, evil, and envy.

Harry Styles was neither bad nor good.

He was a charming, good-looking boy. He knew that everyone knew that. He was a great friend to have, would let you copy off his homework, let you smoke his weed when you're sad, and would even skip classes with you.

But you got to hate yourself if you ever fall in love with him.

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror, which was a rare occasion, but it was a rare occasion considering your mom had invited her boyfriend over to meet you and your brother and somehow your looking good was important.

Asher didn't care. If he could move in next door into Styles Family, he would. Mentally, you think he already had.

You did though.

Your mom was happy in a very long time, and you were happy for her. It was hard when your dad just up and left one night, and it was especially hard on her, but she kept herself together for you and your brother. Now she was living for herself, and you were happy for her.

You put your half of your hair up in a pigtails and then made a bubble braid out of it, your bangs you recently cut by yourself after a mental breakdown turned out kind of nice considering your eye were blurry from tears. You put on a oversize tshirt which you think would be oversized on your brother also from how wide it was and some baggs jeans and called it a day.

You deliberately went downstairs, knowing your mum will be mad for wearing something like this and not something nice.

"Sweet Jesus Autumn. Have I not bought you good clothes?" Your mum asked standing in kitchen with her hands on her hips.

"Asher is literally wearing tanktop right now," you pointed at your brother. Your mother's face twisted in borderline anger and digust and to be honest you were a bit too cause that tanktop looked like cumrag.

"Asher Bree, you have five minutes to go upstairs and get dressed." Your mum warned your brother who just chuckled. She held up her finger, counting one, two, and no one ever knew what happened after three cause he ran upstairs to his room.

You smiled and started helping your mum by setting up the table. Soft tunes from the radio were filling the room, and you and your mom hummed to the music. The main door opened, and your brother's girlfriend walked in, her blonde hair up in bun, dressed in a pretty dress.

Sometimes, you wondered if you could ever look like her. She would always tell you that it was nonsense and that you were way prettier than her, but you knew it was a lie.

"Hey, kid." She smiled at you and gave your mum a hug, passing her the Tupperware she had in her hand, "I will go see him" She said smiling.

"Yes, please dress him in something other than a tanktop and sweatpants." You mum groaned, making both you and Imani laugh.

You were back in the flow with your mum when Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac started playing. Your mum walked towards you, taking your hand in hers, and twirled you around in the kitchen.

For a second the world looked warm, soft, comforting like sunshine after a long cold winter first touches the thin layer of ice on grass then the door opened, you heard the distinct laugh and the world got a bit more warmer.

You turned around and saw Harry laughing with your brother, who was now dressed in a black shirt and loose jeans counterpart to Harry, who was in grey sweats and a band tee.

"Hey Otter," Harry teased, and your face flushed like always. It seemed like a drop of attention from him made you blush like a pre-teen girl.

"Hey Har," you greeted back. He gave you a smirk and got back to talking to your brother. The world around you seemed like sunshine and glitters. All you needed was a hint of his attention.

Maybe that should have been the first red flag, a single person being the sole reason for your happiness.

You got back to helping your mum when you heard the footsteps going upstairs. Harry was getting dragged up by your brother. You felt a bit sad knowing you wouldn't see him for hours now, at least not until Josh comes.

You were about to remove your eyes when he looked back and shot you a smile over his shoulder. A swarm of butterflies erupted your stomach, heart, everywhere, turning your brain to mush.

Imani, from beside you, nudged her shoulder with yours teasing you, obviously catching the little interaction. She was the only one who knew about your little (huge) crush on Harry. It was pathetic honestly, how a small thing like friendly hi and smile made you react like a mad woman.

*****

Josh was sweet, mostly cause he brought you your chocolates. Childish? maybe, but you loved chocolates, but god, he cracked some bad jokes, and your mum still laughed loudest like it was the funniest thing ever.

"His jokes are worse than mine." You heard him whisper near your ear, his breath causing goosebumps to erupt on your neck, traveling down to your whole body.

"Are they?" You teased keeping your eyes in front, but you could feel his on you for a second, like a flewting moment it was there, then it wasn't.

"My jokes are far better, Otter," He said back with pride. You laughed behind your hand. Everyone else on the table didn't notice your little interaction cause they emerged in their own, and you were thankful for that.

"Like the hola hoop one." You let out a breathy chuckle and looked at him beside you. He smiled and shook his head.

"You're mean Otter and Otters are not supposed to be mean they're cute." He flicked your nose and got back into the conversation with your others. Meanwhile, you sat there eyes wide staring at him. Your body was feeling like you were on cloud, flying on them over them under them.

Did he just flirted with you?

There have been multiple times he had talked to you but calling you cute? the tension? that had to be flirting. With giddy insides, you ate your dinner for the first time. You want to run around and squeal in happiness, but you contain yourself.

"So I wanted to ask you both something," your mum says suddenly, clearing her throat.

Both you and your brother looked up at her, waiting for her to continue. She looked beside her at Josh and then raised her eyebrows.

"You're not pregnant are you?" Your brother speaks first and you almost choke on your pasta. You start coughing and feel a large hand rubbing your back up and down. Your face grows red as you look up at Harry and give him a smile.

"What? No!" Your mum looks at your brother like he had two heads while he just shrugs and sits back.

"I was going to ask if you would like Josh moving in with us," She asks, shaking her head at Asher's bluntness.

"I don't mind," you speak first. Josh was a nice guy, even though this was first time you guys have officially sat down and met you have seen him around, exchanged casual hellos and what not and apart from his knees man didn't have one bad bone in his body.

"Me too. I like Josh he makes nice smoothies, " your brother said with his mouth full of food. You and your mum both roll their eyes while Josh laughs and promises to make him smoothies every day.

*****

Dinner went by nicely, and soon enough, Josh was on his way home. You cleaned all the plates and put them in the dishwasher while Asher cleaned the table and kitchen. Harry had gone back to your brother's room upstairs. You could hear the faint laughter of him and Imani and the sound of a video game going on.

Your brother walked in the kitchen after cleaning the table and sat up on the kitchen counter. He sighed loudly, trying to get your attention, which worked as you looked at him over your shoulder with raised eyebrows.

"Do you like Josh?" He whispers so mum couldn't hear. You closed the door of dishwasher and turned to him and leaned back on the counter.

"He's not bad." You shrugged, "I thought you liked him with all that smoothies, and what not. " You crooked an eyebrow at him teasing him.

"He does make good smoothie!" He said with nodding his head like he could taste it. You laughed and shook your head at his absurdity making him laigh also, "I just don't want what happened with Dad to happen again" He sighed and you did too.

It wasn't like you two were very young when it happened to have a hazy memory. No, you were 10, almost 11. The memory of your mum calling police department and every family member scared of not knowing where your dad left at night was still in front of both of our minds. It went on like that for two months. You and Asher saw your mum go down the rails and drink her mind off. She would never let you know that something was wrong. It was still Saturday pancakes and sunday pizza. It was still friday movie nights, but you could see the smile not reaching her eyes anymore.

She found your dad's new facebook account by accident one day and saw him living his life happily with his new girlfriend in Houston. it was hard, but it was also easy cause all of you were together. That doesn't mean you want to see your mum like that again.

"I don't think so. Surprisingly enough, I trust Josh." You gave your brother a smile while he scrunched up his face. It was no brainer that your dad leaving hurt him the most. They were best friends, doing everything together, going fishing, shopping, anything. You sometimes felt jealous of him getting your dad's affection more, but you had your mum. So, when dad left, it scarred him badly. Not only did he now have trouble trusting people, but he also became overprotective of both you and your mum but especially you.

You would say he was a typical overprotective brother, but it was more than that. It was primal instinct of not wanting to see you get hurt the same way you mum did.

"C'mon cut poor guy some slacks," you said, patting his back while he just rolled his eyes and flipped you off, which you answered back same.

You went up to your room and changed out of clothes. You put on your ratty old t-shirt you didn't know was your or Asher's and some basketball shorts, which were Asher's.

You put your hair in a braid and laid back in bed comfortably. You had a good day in a very long time. Yeah, it was gloomy a bit, but which day wasn't? As long as it was better than others and you didn't go down in the dark path of your mind, it was okay.

You had just gotten settled with your book when you heard Asher yell your name from his room. At first, you decided to ignore it. It was probably some dumb thing like calling you to switch off his lights or fetch him some water cause his bed was warm and he didn't want to leave the comfort. Then he yelled again and again, and you gave up.

You stomped towards his room groaning cause now you had to leave your warm bed for that little shit who could do his own work.

"What is it ya little shit?" You asked in an annoyed tone. He only rolled his eyes, "Call me that again turd face, and you will be grounded for a week," He said, and you huffed, knowing it was true.

"Anyways c'mere and sit on Harry's back" He said like it was a no big deal. You jaw hunged like a comic character looking between Harry who was laying on gound on his back beside your brother.

"Pardon me?" You said in disbelieve and huffed out a breathy chuckle.

"Pardon me," Asher mocked, "Get your little Shakespeare ass on his back. I want to see who can do more push-ups," He said, looking at Harry competitively, who just smirked up at him.

Both Asher and Harry were good looking everyone knew that even they. As much as it pained you, your brother did get the beauty which was annoying cause you two were twins. Harry and Asher both were of same height, built body with muscles and in same basketball team which your brother was captain of.

In school, you and your brother both were popular. The difference was that you were popular for your smartness and good grades, and Asher for his looks and being the captain, but Harry was both. He was a good player, good-looking and good in studies.

You blushed and walked in more inside the room, closing the door behind you. Harry finally looked at you for a second like he always does. It's always a fleeting look, making you wonder if he actually wanted to look or if you were just in his line of vision.

You sat down beside him, considering Asher was sitting near his bed with Imani on his lap, and Harry was lying down near him towards the door. Your hand fiddled with the end of your basketball shorts while Harry and Asher bicker about who would win.

Harry finally rolled onto his stomach and supported himself up on his elbows. He looked at you sideways, "Hop on Otter. Gotta show your brother we're best." He smirked, and your brother rolled his eyes booing from his place

We. He said we. We were perfect. You screamed internally. Whoever's face you saw when you first woke up that day and let you have this beautiful day you would probably see it every day.

You gently sat yourself on his back, which was sturdy as fuck. You put your hand down to cross your legs up when you felt his back muscles, contracting and twitching from your movement. You gripped his shoulder for balance, which again felt so sturdy and muscular.

You knew he was built. You have seen him in revealing tanktops and sometimes even shirtless when it's pool day, and it always leaves you hot and bothered, and it was never because of summer heat.

You were so busy in your daydreaming of his shirtless body that you missed the countdown, and he abruptly went down, which made you shriek and giggle. Under you, you felt Harry's shoulder and back rumble a bit. He was also laughing with you.

Imani was the same on your brother's back. She had more experience, which you really didn't want to think about. There have been many things you have walked in on you wished with all your breath you could wipe away.

You kept a strong grip on Harry's shoulder cause one, you were scared you were going to fall, and second, you didn't know if you would ever get the opportunity to hold him and feel his muscles like this again.

They probably did thirty push ups when your brother lost his balance and fell down, and in return, Harry also stopped without telling you which had you stumbling down beside him on the floor.

You shrieked again and rolled onto your side holding your stomach laughing. Your brother was also laughing with Imani sitting with him as back support.

Harry was sweaty all of you were. His hair sticked to his forehead, and some fanned on the floor like halo. His face had a flush from the workout and a dimpled smile on his face. He gave you a sideways glance and shook his head chuckling.

You were also sweaty, hot, and flushed, but for some completely other reasons, along with the summer heat.

"I won," Asher declared to which Imani swatted his chest. "What? I did an extra push-up than him. " He defended his case.

"Yeah, well, I had extra weight asshole give me my money," Harry said out of blue. You didn't know if he noticed or not. Your brother certainly didn't. You sat up straight and tugged down your already long t-shirt as if it would cover you up.

They were arguing now. It was playful, you could tell. A smile was evident on all three of their faces, but yours was wiped clean like a slate. You stood up and went to your room without being noticed by anyone.

Extra weight.

Those two words rang in your ears as you shut the door behind you. Were you really that heavy? Of course you were, and of course, he noticed it.

You tried so hard to make yourself look pretty, skinny, like other girls, but you could never be. Your thighs were chubby. Your lower tummy won't go in no matter how much you don't eat or work out.

You hated your body, yourself, and you had marks to prove it. There was not a sight of mirror in your room, except the one in the bathroom, which stays covered 90% of the time cause last time you saw yourself, you had a full-blown mental breakdown.

You dared to pull your t-shirt up a bit, curious yo see how your body looked. Shockingly enough, you had forgotten what it looked like, but before you could look down, your bedroom door pushed open. You hurriedly pulled your t-shirt down, scared that it was your mom or Asher and you had to explain now, but it wasn't.

It was Harry.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I should have knocked," he spoke, his hand covering his eyes. You were still in flight and fright mode, thinking he saw your marks, but then you realized he thought you were changing clothes and you sighed in relief.

"It's okay," you said, and he peeked through between his fingers and then removed his hand.

"I- um" He itched the back of his head, "After you left I kind of realized what I said" He cleared his throat, "It was dick of me to make joke like that- um- sorry?" He scrunched his nose.

The last bit came off as a question, but you didn't care. There he was, your brother's cute best friend you always had crush on apologizing. Was it bare minimum? lower than that, your bar was in Satan's ass. But you have never gotten it. No, boys always made fun of you or even girls subtly hinting at you eating a bit much or you gaining weight, and none of them ever apologized once.

You didn't know if it was cause he was standing few inches away from you and you could see his eyes shining from the moonlight or if it was the whole day of giggly flirting or the feelings you had for him whatever it was it made you make that stupid decision.

Before you could think and second guess the act, you stood on your tippy toes and pressed your lips on his.

It was like electricity, like they write in poems and books. Your hand was on his shoulder his holding your elbows. It was quick, and at first, he reciprocated the kiss. For a quick second, his lips were moving with yours, but then it stopped.

It was no more than thirty to forty seconds going by you realized what you have done and that Harry was literally rigid in front of you. Before you could pull back, Harry pushed you with his hands gripping your shoulder.

His eyes were wide, and so you were yours. Horror, pain, sadness, and panic all ran through your body at the same time. He didn't like you like that. All the flirting all the signs were just you in your brain, taking his friendliness for something else, and now you have ruined a good friendship.

You opened your mouth to apologize to say anything, but before that could happen, Harry stormed out of your room, shutting door loudly behind him.

*****

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“The heart wants what the heart wants, Y/N. And I will go to any lengths to make you mine. No matter the cost.” His voice was soft as he kept quiet. It was yet another night if Harry sneaking into her room with her brother throwing a party downstairs.

Sneaking around was becoming common to them. Y/N thought Harry would forget when he woke up after the first into all time. He didn’t. Far from that, actually. He became more and more persistent with her.

“I know, H. I want you too. And by the way… you start to talk all old timey when you’re drunk.” She smiled softly, brushing the messy waves out of his face as he laid on her cool pillow. Her door was locked and while the sound of music outside and downstairs was very prevalent, they were in their own little world in her bed.

His hand rested on her hip, playing with the waistband of her sleep shorts innocently as they spoke, just a little desperate to have his skin touching her skin. Y/N allowed it simply because she wanted it too.

“Mm. Not drunk, only a little tipsy. And I know. I jus…. Y/N? I really like you. And I have for a bit and I hate that we have to be nervous to be together because your brother is gonna flip a shit.” He said quietly. “I’m willing to take the punches I know are gonna be given. But-“ he was cut off by Y/N huffing, frown on her pretty face.

“But you shouldn’t have to, H. You shouldn’t have to be punched because his ego can’t handle it. You’re a good guy. You don’t fuck around… you’re a good choice for me. If anyone, you’d be my perfect fit.. an he’s gonna be mad because you’ll give me more attention and he has that stupid off limit rule.” Her eyes went sad and he panicked, pulling her in to cuddle. Strong arms wrapping around her and tucking her face into his neck, softly shushing her to keep her from getting upset.

“Sorry. M’sorry, I know. It’s okay.” He whispered sadly, pressing multiple kisses to the side of her head. He was wrapped up in her scent and touch and beauty and he felt so incredibly soft and adored. Y/N did a good job at that. They protected each other from the lighthearted bullying from her brothers friends and him because they tended to be softer than the others.

Harry was charming but quiet and he had harbored a crush on Y/N for quite a bit. He didn’t go out of her way to be around her a lot because he didn’t want to break the whole ‘code’ the boys had for dating siblings but at this point he couldn’t stop himself. And he wouldn’t be able to blame himself being drunk for it any longer.

“I’m gonna take y’out to the drive in movies. And then to a dinner. Maybe a picnic one day. I want t’be with you, Y/N. I know I’ve said it but I’m so tired of sneaking around and at this point I don’t think I can. M’just gonna have to man up and say it. I understand… slightly. Where he’s coming from. You’re his baby sister. But he will see that I’m not fucking around.” Harry would do what he needed to to prove his intentions for her.

“But at the end of the day? I don’t really care if he doesn’t approve. Because you treat me nicer, you’ve got softer skin. You smell better, you bake nice brownies, you’ve got a better bum and I want to kiss you. Don’t want any of that from anyone else.”

He shivered when he felt a soft peck on the crook of his neck, followed by another as she squeezed her arms around him. Y/N appreciated that.

For so long she had never felt like a first choice. Never felt like she was worth a fight. No one did. People backed down from asking her our for this very reason. But Harry was the first one, the only one willing to do so. What he just said meant the whole world to her.

“And this is why I want you.” She pulled back from his neck, leaning her head on him with loving eyes. She adored him. “You choose me. You stand up for me. You’ve never made me feel like an outsider and you’re so kind and sweet that it genuinely confused me at first. I thought it was an act. Y’know? To get into pants or to win over people. But you’re not an ass. It’s really you, and you want me. You can’t even begin to understand how much that means to me.”

Her body shifted to lay on top of his, wanting more of the contact. Their cuddling had been normal for a bit now so she decided he deserved to get the full boyfriend treatment, including the being a pillow.

“Y’want to be my boyfriend Harry?” She began to trace invisible patters on his shirt, smiling to herself when his arm locked around her waist.

“Yeah. I do.”

“You want to be the only one who gets to hold me…. To call me yours? To pick me up, to get my hands and my body and mouth?” She stroked her fingers in between the buttons of his shirt to touch the bare skin. “Because I want that. I want to give it to you. Hear your every thought and hope and dream, your desires. With me, with life.” Her fingers nimbly undid the buttons, pressing a tender kiss over the hot skin.

“Let me. Let me be yours.”

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