#lhhconceptnight

[fkinavocado]

in which you try to shake off your insecurities and plan a surprise picnic for your loving boyfriend; he reminds you just how amazing he thinks you are, his love silencing the mean voice inside your head (penpal!harry, photographer!harry, chubby!y/n, lhh)

A wish come true- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Through the viewfinder / alternatively, read on wattpad

Greedy bunny (word count: 4k)

It was a nice day out, and you decided to surprise your boyfriend with an impromptu picnic. You knew he had a short day at work, what with it being Friday and all, and so you packed your little basket along with a blanket and everything you needed and took a cab to his company’s studio. 

You were going to drive to the picnic spot in his car (you didn’t have one and was frankly scared of the prospect of driving, so you didn’t even want one), since it was a remote place the two of you had accidentally found while you wandered off in a national park one day while on your bicycles. You’d spotted that cute little clearing in the forest and you both agreed that would make a perfect spot for a picnic one day.

You knew Harry would admonish you for carrying all the stuff to his work instead of having him come to pick you up from home directly, but that would’ve ruined the surprise factor. And you loved surprising him. You loved seeing his eyes sparkle with joy. Harry was such an expressive man, you never tired of watching him. He wore his heart on his sleeve. He never held back.

The basket was indeed quite heavy, but you were sure to pack everything Harry liked. Despite his appearance, he had quite the appetite. He was just naturally fit, his fast metabolism seemed to burn all those calories as though they were nothing, and he did work out a lot as well, but he didn’t overdo it. You loved the bit of pudge he’d put on his lovehandles sometimes. Made him look adorable.

You, on the other hand… well, you weren’t so lucky. You were always very careful with what you ate, counted your calories, went spinning, even did some yoga- but you were just always on the curvier side. A bit chubby, is how you’d have best described yourself. No matter how well you tried to balance your diet and exercise, you still could not slim down enough to fit your ideal standard. Maybe it just wasn’t in the cards for you.

Harry, however, loved your body, and he didn’t shy away from letting you know just how much. It had taken you by surprise. He could’ve had anyone he wanted; personality aside- he looked amazing, and could have had his pick at anyone. You’d not have expected him to be attracted to you. Guys like him normally went for similar body types- models, dancers, fitness enthusiasts, etc. But he’d somehow settled for you, and you could never wrap your head around why that was. 

At first you thought maybe he was just drawn to you because of your bond from all those years back. Finding eachother after a decade since you’d been penpals in school without having met had been such an amazing experience! At first you thought to yourself, he was just being nice. Then, you thought he was just experimenting maybe, and that surely once he got to see you naked he’d run for the hills. 

It’d taken you a long while to fully open up to him, partially because of your insecurities, and partially because of your lousy experience with your ex who had treated you badly. You didn’t want to lose Harry, you’d grown very attached to him in the 2 months you’d been dating, and you were scared to blow it all off once you’d finally have sex.

But then you took the plunge and it’d left you completely speechless. Not only had it solidified your relationship, bringing you impossibly closer, but he’d not ran for the hills- on the contrary. He seemed to be quite literally obsessed with your body ever since. 

It’d been another 3 months since you first slept together and Harry was insatiable. He couldn’t get enough of you. He made you feel incredible- so wanted and cherished, and most of all- loved. You’d shared your feelings for eachother on that same night those 3 months back and he proved to you every day since just how much he meant them.

It’d been a major confidence boost. Harry knew everything about you, seen every square inch of you, and never once did he make you feel insecure about your body when you were in his arms. When you were by yourself, however, you still slipped into your old mindset, was still mean to yourself and disliked certain aspects of your appearance, but when he was around, that voice inside your head was silenced and was replaced by all the words of praise Harry would shower you with.

He had no reason to lie to you. He had no reason to stick around. And the way he was physically responding to you proved without a shadow of a doubt just how attracted to you he truly was. 

You’d been shy at first, but under his constant praise and encouragement you’d let go of any inhibitions with him in the bedroom. You truly felt beautiful and sexy and acted accordingly, because you believed it when you were with him. 

When you were alone, though… that was a different story.

You didn’t know if Harry knew about your insecurities. You’d never discussed them with him. You’ve had friends laugh at you when you’d shared them with them, telling you it was all in your head. Telling you you were way too harsh on yourself. And you knew, in theory, that they were right. You were not overweight by any medical standard, you were healthy, and active, and you did try and eat as clean as you could, you just… weren’t the way you were brainwashed to think you had to look to be beautiful. The way all the magazines, movies, tv shows portrayed how a young woman should look. You weren’t a model by a long shot. And you were starting to recognize that it was alright. Every body type was beautiful. Every shape and size. People had different tastes in partners for a reason. If everyone looked the same then it would’ve been incredibly boring.

You’d planned this picnic for a while, and had had a particular summer dress in mind for it all along. Yet, when you put it on that morning you felt as though it was hugging you in all the wrong places. You’d worn it before, but this time you just weren’t feeling like you looked that good in it. You were having one of those days where you were just bloated for no reason, and nothing fit right. You weren’t about to call the whole thing off just because of that, though. So you told yourself you were being unnecessarily harsh on yourself, and finished getting everything ready for the picnic.

You’d baked a cheesecake and packed some fresh homemade mint lemonade in cute glass containers, and as for savory goodies you’d made some caprese sandwiches with pesto sauce, as well as some pineapple salsa and guacamole dips to go with some store-bought tortilla chips and french baguette. Harry loved all of these and would probably scarf most of it down, and you were happy to have a taste of anything which would already go well beyond your daily calorie intake. Watching him eat with such joyous abandon would be the biggest treat, though. You were glad you could make him happy with your cooking, he particularly enjoyed anything you made with your own two hands as a labor of love for him. It was a rare treat, since you tried to avoid temptations and rarely cooked goodies. So you knew he would be a happy boy today.

All those goodies however made for a heavy basket. You’d initially planned on riding your bike to his studio, but you couldn’t secure it in a way that wouldn’t tilt you over. Not to mention you had to bring the blanket along too. So, cab it was.

Feeling a bit silly to be hauling the basket and blanket into the elevator, you also didn’t trust to leave the goodies with the security guy in the lobby. The last thing you needed was for someone to sample the goods before your boyfriend did the honors. 

When you reached the 17th floor, you were immediately thrown into Harry’s everyday life as a photographer for his company. You’d been to some of their other locations they used for shootings before, but never the main studio. It was loud, music was blasting as though you’d just entered a nightclub, and the lights were pretty dim too. Lots of people roaming around but your eyes inadvertently went to the big canvas that was set up in the middle, with two models posing center stage. Fans were positioned around them to blow their hair away from their faces, and to create flow within the fabric they wore. Which was- incidentally- very scarce.

They were probably doing an advert for swimsuits, because that’s what they were wearing, one of the models also had a chiffon wrap around her waist but it was definitely see-through.

The bikinis might as well have been see-through. They were practically naked with how little the bathing suits were covering.

Legs that went on for miles, shimmery, golden, perfectly unblemished skin, amazing bone structure, just the right amount of curves, plump lips, impeccable hair and makeup… these girls were drop dead gorgeous. 

Models.

Nothing you hadn’t seen before all your life, yet, seeing it unfold up close, and the behind the scenes was captivating. Nobody actually looks like that - is what you kept hearing. Airbrushed photos, photoshop, filters, etc. Then how come you were looking at them and there they were- looking absolutely flawless from head to toe? Was that just something normal people told themselves to feel better? 

But something snapped you out of your train of thought- and that was none other than your boyfriend’s voice. He was chewing gum, you could hear it in his voice, that air of nonchalance it gave it- and was behind the camera that was set on a tripod, conducting that photoshoot. Telling the models how to pose, where to move their limbs, how to tilt their heads. 

“Perfect! Great, more of that!... Beautiful! Now look straight ahead- both of you. Gorgeous.”

You felt a pang of jealousy you never knew was humanly possible. 

You knew this was Harry’s job- knew it all along. Knew he was hired by his company to conduct all sorts of photoshoots. Some even more risqué than this one for sure. He’d done nude sessions as well, he’d told you as much. It was his job. And you thought you’d been ok with the idea of it. You’d imagined all those instances in your mind’s eye and you knew he was being professional and was just doing a job, at the end of the day.

But it was an entirely different thing seeing it unfold before your very eyes. Somehow, even though this was exactly how you’d been imagining it, give or take a few details, it made you feel ridiculous for ever believing you could be good enough for him.

He was exposed to these perfect people, up close, day in, day out, and somehow you were meant to believe he would choose someone like you to be attracted to?! When he very clearly belonged to this world instead. The world of flawless, insanely attractive people. Whereas you… were average, at best.

“Did anyone order takeaway?”

You were once again snapped back to reality, but by a different voice this time, one of a person by your side, wearing earpods and eyeing your basket curiously.

“Oh, no, I’m just here for my– for Harry.”

“Harry…? Oh, Styles?”

“Yeah?” your boyfriend shouted from behind the lense, without averting his attention from his task at hand.

“There’s someone here for you. Little red riding hood.”

You blushed furiously at the person’s little quip at your attire. It wasn’t even red. 

Harry pulled back from the camera and his eyes immediately landed on you. No doubt you stuck out like a sore thumb.

He hopped off of his little barstool and sprinted towards you “That makes me the big, bad wolf then!” he grinned, taking you into his arms and kissing you without hesitance. “Fuck, bunny, what a pleasant surprise, eh? Is that for me?” he gestured toward the basket and picked it up from next to you “Owh, what’d you pack in there!? What’s all this, then?”

You didn’t even get to wiggle a word in, he was already going through the basket, his eyes widening and his grin spreading all across his handsome face “Fuck me. How am I supposed to finish this shoot? I wanna dive right in!”

“Well, you can’t.” you pulled the basket away earning a whine of protest from him which made you smile “We’re going for a picnic just as soon as you wrap up, though.”

His eyes lit up, just like you’d imagined they would when you were getting everything ready “We are?” you barely got to nod when he bent and kissed you, again and again making you giggle and almost drop the basket on the floor.

“Yes! Now behave. Go do your thing and I’ll wait.”

He fished his phone out of his pocket and then looked around for a second “Nah. It’s like 10 minutes to go, anyway. I think we got all we needed.” he then resumed his tone from earlier, shouting so everyone heard “That’s a wrap up, everyone. Good job. We’ll get in touch.”

“Oh– okay? I could’ve waited, though?”

“Nonsense” he put his arm around your shoulders and after nodding his goodbyes to a few people around, he guided you back to the elevator, making sure to take the basket back away from you.

*

The ride to the national park was nice, Harry had told you about an upcoming project he’d been assigned the following week, and he seemed really excited to get started on it on Monday. You tried to listen, but all you could think about was the seemingly parallel universe Harry was living in when he wasn’t with you. You couldn’t get that whole atmosphere from inside there out of your head. He kept his hand on your knee, squeezing it from time to time, no doubt to make sure you were paying attention.

You made your way to that clearing you’d stumbled upon a while back, happy to have found it just as nice as the first time around “Ah, this is perfect for a picnic, lovey. I’m so glad we’re doing this. Perfect way to end the week.”

You placed the blanket in a perfect spot and then sat down, with Harry not wasting a moment longer before unpacking the basket. He looked like he was unwrapping Christmas gifts, making excited noises for every little thing he fished out of there “You made all these yourself, bunny?”

“Well, except for the tortilla chips and the baguette.”

He groaned enthusiastically, leaning over “Kissy?” you smiled and pecked his lips “You’re amazing. I’m starving. Do you mind if we dig in?”

You giggled at how truly impatient he seemed “Have at it baby, it’s all for you.”

He kissed you once more, more like an audible wet smooch before going right for the sandwiches first. You handed him his glass bottle of mint lemonade and explained how you didn’t wanna bring any plastic single use cutlery. You could just take turns eating everything right out of the tupperware you’d packed them in and drink straight out of the bottles. It was finger food anyway. 

“No baby, I can’t have any more, you finish them” you pushed the cookies back towards him, the same way you’d done with all of the things you’d packed. He kept trying to go 50/50 but there was no way you could eat as much as him. You were so full you felt you could pop. 

“But you barely touched them! Come on, lovey. For me?”

You laughed, pushing his hand away that was making its way toward you with a chocolate chip cookie in tow “Nuh-huh babe. I’m full, seriously. I’m about to burst out of this dress as it is.”

He lowered his eyes toward your cleavage and hummed appreciatively “Hmm. I’ve noticed. You won’t hear me complaining.”

“I meant my belly, you perv.”

He leaned over and placed his head in your lap, snuggling into your body. You wasted no time and began playing with his long hair “I love your soft tummy. If I weren’t scared I’d crush you I’d sleep like this all the time. Plus it gives me easy access to other goodies” he snaked his hand under your dress’ hem and you gasped, slapping his hand away.

“Bad boy!” 

“I know… I’m real bad.” he caught your hand and redirected it to his crotch, pressing your palm firmly against his very evident hard-on, making you gasp even louder “Yeah? Can’t help it when my sweet girl looks so fucking good. Good enough to eat. You’re my dessert.” he resumed his ascent underneath your dress till he reached your crotch. You had your legs pressed together, and he lifted his head up from your lap a bit to push them apart slightly, enough to grant him access before resting it over your thighs again.

“You… already had dessert.” you were already a bit breathless in anticipation. 

“I love your baking, bunny, I really do. But this is what I’m really craving. Gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste?”

You watched him from underneath heavy lids, his eyes were hooded and his pupils had dilated considerably. He finally snaked his middle finger between your legs, hooking your panties and pulling them to the side, then pressed it right between your folds before pushing it inside you ever so slowly. His mouth fell agape watching you whimper at his gentle intrusion, and you nodded your head, granting him permission.

He groaned, pulling away from your lap and going in for a kiss, without removing his finger from inside you. When he pushed his tongue into your mouth he added another finger inside as well, placing his thumb over your clit too.

You moaned loudly and he smiled against your lips “There’s my dirty girl. Here we are in broad daylight, anyone could hear you or walk by and see you let me do these things to you. And you love it, don’t you bunny?”

You nodded, looking at how fucked out of his mind he looked. You couldn’t remember anything from moments earlier about feeling insecure in your body. The way he was looking at you and touching you made you feel amazing in your skin.

“Then lie back for me and let me eat that pretty pussy, hm?” 

You did as instructed and he took off your flimsy panties, pushing your dress up and leaning in for another kiss while he searched for your g-spot again. He knew your body like the palm of his hands, so when you started mewling again he began kissing down your neck “That’s it. Wanna hear you, pretty girl. Show me how much you love it.”

He brought his other hand to the front of your dress and undid the bow at your cleavage, loosening up the fabric there, and then pulled one of the straps over your shoulder and groaned when your boob spilled out to the side. He caught your nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily and speeding up his fingers inside you. You could only hear birds chirping, some insects buzzing and the squelching sounds he was making plunging in and out of your soaked pussy.

“Harry!”

“I know, bunny. Come on my fingers so I can clean you up, lap you up till you spill again on my tongue. Come on. Give it to me.”

“Fuck, fuck!” your thighs shook violently, pushing his hand away.

“That’s a good girl! My best girl.” he pushed his soaked fingers into your mouth “Greedy bunny!” he chuckled teasingly when you sucked his fingers into your mouth clean “I was just giving you a taste, it’s all for me. This, I’m not sharing.” 

He didn’t waste a second longer plunging his face between your sticky thighs “Fuck lovey, you made a mess! Mmmm” he hummed, sucking your clit into his wet mouth “Best fucking pussy.” he squeezed the back of your thighs, pressing his rings into your flesh. You were sure they were gonna leave indents. You loved when he did that, loved seeing the aftermath of your lovemaking.

And his mind seemingly went to the same visual “Gonna look at those marks on those beautiful thighs when I fuck into you from behind as soon as we get back to yours. Can’t fucking wait.”

“I can’t wait that long!” you whined.

He pushed your knees to your chest and slapped your ass before dipping his tongue inside you, making you cry out “Yes you will. Little tease, came into my work looking like that, made me drive all the way up here hard as a rock. Could barely enjoy what you prepped for us, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on your gorgeous body.”

“Harry!’

“Shush, bunny.” he slapped your ass again “Gimme another one and then we’ll go back to yours and I’ll teach you not to tease me like that again. But not here. Cause I can’t promise I’d be able to stop if someone really did walk in on us.

“Oh God…”

“Look at you gushing at the thought of that… dirty girl… you like that idea, don’t you?” he kept alternating between licking and rubbing at your clit with his thumb lazily “Like to show people what you do to me. Like to claim what’s yours. Is that why you came into the studio today, wearing this flimsy little thing? Wanna make sure everyone gets the memo, that I’m taken? Could hardly keep my hands off of you in front of everybody.”

“Fuck, baby…” 

“Yeah? You know I’m right. And I love it. I love you. That’s it, you’re close again. Lemme have it, lovey, I need to get us home and bury myself inside you… Need you so bad” he pressed himself into the blanket, trying to ease the ache at least a tiny bit, moaning against you as he did so and that’s what sent you over the edge. He coaxed every little spasm out of you, and after kissing you thoroughly, he began putting everything away back inside the basket as you came down from your high.

You used a napkin to clean up a bit, then Harry helped you up and slapped your ass through the dress “Come on pretty. We got some traffic to beat. Sure wish you had a license right about now, I can barely walk let alone press pedals.”

You felt bad for Harry for having to drive with blue balls all the way back home. But he did bring it on himself, as much as he liked blaming it all on you and your apparently provocative getup. And to think you felt unattractive putting it on earlier in the day. You were now glowing. Radiating confidence in your own skin. You felt good, desired, appreciated. Harry truly made you feel like you were… beautiful. 

You were back on the road and knowing there was a long stretch before you got off the highway, you leaned over the center console, palming his crotch and finding him just as hard as before.

Harry whined “Bunny, stop it, yeah? Gonna get us killed.”

“Just keep your eyes on the road” you whispered into his ear before kissing down his neck and pulled him out of his skinny jeans, with quite a bit of effort since they were virtually glued to him especially in this state.

“Fuck!!”

“Mhm. I know baby… God, you’re ready to burst. Tell me when you’re close so we don’t make a mess, hm? Gonna swallow it all. Just like the greedy bunny I am.”

A/N: i missed this verse SO much! they're just so special to me! hope you enjoyed their silly love and hope you always remember to be kind to yourselves! ❤️

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[fkinavocado]

in which you and Harry got matched for a penpal thing back in middle school (but it’s been 10 years now since you’ve last corresponded and you’ve pretty much forgotten all about him)- when out of the blue he reaches out through social media: he’s moving to your city and doesn’t know anyone. you meet at the local county fair and things… escalate quickly

Warnings & themes: 18+ (please no minors!!!), one of my fluffier works, still smutty though ( penpal!harry, photographer!harry, lhh, longhair!harry )

*miniseries consisting of one-shots (not a continuous string of events / each can be read as standalone)

Masterlist

A wish come true

Through the viewfinder

Greedy bunny

amazing moodboard by the talented @purplekiwis ❤

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[fkinavocado]

who missed penpal!harry and his bunny? ❤️🥺

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[fkinavocado]

Harry fucking y/n in his office, please 🙏🏻

Clear my schedule

Warnings: 18+, smut, degrading, unprotected sex (i have no excuse for this one eek, goes without saying that's a big nono) CEO!Harry, mean dom!Harry, kinky af basically

Word count: 2.3K

Every time you swore you wouldn’t let it happen again, but somehow you always ended up on top of your boss’ desk. Or under it. On this particular day, he’d cleared his desk in one swift swipe of his forearm sending all the papers flying, to make extra room so that he could push you face down across it pinning you to the flat surface with one hand while he bunched up your skirt with the other.

“Why do you even bother with lingerie if there’s barely anything to cover this weepy cunt?” he mumbled, more to himself as he fumbled with his belt and zipper and you braced yourself for dear life.

Against your better judgement, you found yourself mumbling in a low voice, but clearly loud enough for him to hear you “Why do you bother asking me to bring in paperwork if you’re just gonna toss it-”

He pulled on your hair harshly, making you yelp and effectively shutting you up “What’s that, pet? Got something to say? What’d I tell you? Don’t wanna hear anything out of that pretty mouth except for yes, sir; please and thank you, sir. Understood?”

He yanked on your hair for emphasis and all you could do was gulp “Yes, sir”

“Thought you knew better by now, Y/N. Guess I’m gonna have to make sure you’ve learned your lesson for good this time around, hm? Let’s practice, shall we?” He pulled on your flimsy g-string hooking his thumb under it and dragging it to the side easily and placed his rock-hard tip at your entrance “Ready for me, pet?”

“Yes” you whined, out of breath already in anticipation. You’d been sneaking around like this for quite a while, now. Every time it was somehow even better than the last. And that’s what kept you coming back for more each time. He was degrading you, using you, and he made no secret of that, and you absolutely loved playing his whore. How could you not? When he was living up to his reputation and then some.

You barely even finished replying before his palm landed on your ass cheek harshly “Yes, what?” he shouted. You thanked your lucky stars that your boss was not only your boss, but the CEO of the company, his office at the very top of the building and large enough not to have to worry about anyone eavesdropping. Well, maybe except for his secretary but you doubted it’d come as a surprise to her, she probably knew way more than she cared for.

“Yes, sir” you were quick to correct yourself, cursing under your breath for having been so thoughtless. It wasn’t that you were afraid of him, you felt safe with him always. You had your safe word and you’d discussed your boundaries thoroughly when you first hooked up after you’d been drooling after him for what had felt like ages. If anything, you were worried he’d tire of you and discard you for a newer fucktoy. ‘Cause that was what you were to him, and you were fine with it. You had to be, Harry Styles didn’t do “relationships”, least of all with someone like you, just a measly assistant that you had no clue why he’d ever even given the time of day to, much less taken an interest in.

“That’s more like it” he grunted as he pushed into you without preamble, and you were so wet that he’d slid right in easily “Fuck, such a good little slut for me, aren’t you Y/N? You’re not all that good, though, since you can’t fucking remember the simplest rules, so I think going over them just isn’t gonna do it. Think I’ll have to punish you”

“Please” you mewled and he chuckled as he thrusted even deeper into you

“Oh, now you’ve suddenly remembered them all, huh? No, you’re not getting away with it that easily, pet. Gonna fuck some sense into you” he grabbed ahold of your bunched up skirt with his free hand for leverage and began pounding into you mercilessly and you felt your hipbones hit the hard wood repeatedly, surely they would bruise, but you couldn’t care less, not when he was hitting your sweetspot just right “Already clenching around me, Y/N? Are you that needy for my cock? Been strutting around all day in this miniskirt just asking for it. How wet did you get just thinking about me fucking you when you dressed in the morning? Did you touch yourself?” he gritted between his teeth as he delivered blow after blow

“Y-Yes, sir”

“Such a filthy little whore” he chuckled. “Aren’t you, pet? And so eager to please me” he slapped your ass, harder this time, making you jump at the impact and he grabbed from under your left thigh, propping your knee over the edge of the desk gaining him deeper access and you moaned harder than you ever had “And these knee-high boots, with those impossible fucking heels. I should try fucking you with them one day. Would you let me?”

“Fuck! Yes, sir. Please…”

He laughed a humorless laugh. “Of course you would. My good little cockslut” you mewled at his dirty words and were getting closer and closer by the second but right before you could reach your peak, you felt him redouble his efforts only for him to stop abruptly and sink balls-deep into you as he shot ropes after ropes inside of you. You could feel him twitch as he came, and you were right there, if only he’d…

He brought your knee down, placing your high heeled boot back on the floor and pushed your thighs together before squeezing carefully out of you with a gasp as he panted heavily, recovering from his high.

“Don’t you fucking move” he warned, a bit out of breath as he put himself together after he unhooked his finger from your g-string letting it fall back between your ass cheeks. He then carefully pulled you off of the desk, pushing your skirt back down and held your back against his chest, speaking into your ear gravely “You better hold all of that in if you want to come today, pet. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” you shuddered at the loss of contact as he circled the desk and sat back into his chair, crossing his legs leisurely

“Better rearrange those papers while you’re at it. Careful. Better not make any sudden movements” he sounded thoroughly pleased with himself watching you bend awkwardly picking up the documents off the floor, twisting in his chair nonchalantly.

*

You tried your best to deliver the coffees to your boss’ meeting without making it painstakingly obvious that you were walking awkwardly, taking baby steps so that you wouldn’t have any of his come run down your thighs. It was getting harder and harder by the minute, there was only so much your lousy lingerie could do to act as a barrier, they were already thoroughly drenched, not to mention how on edge you still were and was probably contributing to this whole ordeal between your legs.

You pushed your way in through the conference room door, tray in tow, smiling as innocently as possible to the people that acknowledged your presence, but when your eyes landed on Harry’s you could see the glint of mischief dancing in them. He was thoroughly enjoying this, the smug bastard.

You walked carefully around the table, placing the coffee mugs on their respective saucers in front of each of the people in attendance, leaving Harry for last. You noticed him lean back into his chair as you hovered over him, no doubt ogling your ass and then you almost spilled the coffee in his lap when he suddenly grabbed the elbow of the arm you were holding it with “Y/N, be a doll and run into my office for me, I forgot the graphics on my desk”

You turned to look at him incredulously and he just stared at you with a raised eyebrow, ever the poised, bossy CEO. Could’ve fooled anyone that he really needed those graphics, when you just knew he was doing it to get a kick out of watching you try your best to “run” and get them for him.

“Yes, sir” you made sure to squint your eyes ever so slightly at him as you said so noticing his pupils dilating in response and you made your way out of the conference room as slowly as possible, no doubt earning a raised eyebrow from everyone for not hurrying to comply to your boss’ demand.

When you finally reached his office you furrowed your brows, there were no graphics on his desk and before you could turn around and make your way back, already dreading having to probably walk all the way back to his office again and search for them elsewhere, you heard the door shut and the lock being clicked into place.

“Looking for something, pet?”

You huffed “There are no graphics, are there?” you didn’t even turn to face him

“Hm. Smarter than she looks” he hummed to himself and you gasped indignantly earning a chuckle from him “You definitely are smart, made the right decision just then, hm? Would rather make sure you come than keep your job here, don’t you, pet?” he closed in the space between you, hands in his pockets “But, ah… what a pity. Seems you couldn’t keep your end of the deal” he pouted playfully and you lowered your eyes to where he was staring.

Was that there all along? A milky trail running down the back of your left thigh, painfully obvious to anyone happening to land their eyes there. And you weren’t fooling yourself. All the men in that conference room had probably stared right at it.

“Oh, God” you groaned, covering your face

“Awh. Don’t act all coy now, when we both know what a filthy little thing you really are, Y/N” he tsked you, cornering you back against the edge of the desk “But since you genuinely tried your very best…” he smirked reaching down to catch the droplet with his index finger, surprising you when he then brought it to his own mouth “Gonna keep my end of the bargain. How’s that sound?”

You only managed a half smile before he bent abruptly, grabbing the back of your thighs and placing you on the edge of his desk. He kneeled in front of you, pushing your legs apart and you immediately felt his come dripping freely around the flimsy lingerie you were wearing “What… What about your meeting?”

“Oh, this shouldn’t take long” he smirked at you from under his lashes and you bit your lower lip in anticipation as he once again bunched up your skirt to your navel and hooked his fingers into your panties “These are laughable. Barely did you any favors today, pet. I’ll rid you of them, hm?” he pulled your g-string down your legs and then spread you open using his fingers, admiring his come drip down your core and onto his desk “Did so good for me, Y/N. But I knew you would. Desperate little slut that you are, I knew you’d do your best to keep it inside you. Gonna be so happy you did, just you wait” he bit his lower lip staring at you as if mesmerized, sporting his characteristic scowl and you clenched around nothing just watching him look at you like that.

He swiped his forefinger through your folds, and then carried it to your mouth and you wasted no time sucking on his finger and humming around it “Greedy little thing. But this is my treat” he pulled his finger back, scraping it against the back of your teeth and you watched as he pushed it inside you next, allowing for more of his come to ooze out of you as he did so. You moaned in unison at the sight as he pumped his finger in and out slowly, the sounds your pussy was making absolutely sinful “Fuck me, that’s so hot” he muttered under his breath before dragging his tongue flat up your folds, making you hang your head back as you leaned back on your elbows. He pushed his tongue inside you and hummed lowly, sending vibrations all the way up your spine and down to the tips of your toes, making them curl.

“Taste so fucking good together” he mumbled as he ate you up thoroughly and you moaned and whined, kicking your legs uncontrollably before he pinned them apart, grabbing you from underneath your thighs and delving his face against your pussy like a man starved. It was the first time he was eating you out and you had no idea he enjoyed this so much, you never would’ve guessed someone like him would take such pleasure from pleasuring someone, selflessly. But it wasn’t entirely selfless, he seemed to genuinely enjoy doing it. He curled his middle finger inside of you, stroking your g-spot and latched his lips over your clit, sucking intently and you just couldn’t hold back any longer.

After he milked every single aftershock out of you he stood between your legs, going for his belt and you gasped “But… the meeting?” you felt like you’d already asked him that just previously, but your brain was now mush and you couldn’t be sure

He grabbed his desk phone and dialed his secretary, as he guided himself into you again using his other hand, shushing you just before you heard her answer on the other end “Yeah. Something came up” he winked at you and you would’ve rolled your eyes at that had you not been terrified to spite him yet again “Tell them we’ll have to reschedule. And cancel my next appointment. In fact” he paused, grunting inaudibly at one particularly hard thrust inside of you “Clear my schedule for today”

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OMGGGG I just reread A wish come true and my mind just went to lhh doing a semi nude portrait series of her (him being a photographer and all) and soooo much more 🤭😏

🧚‍♀️ (OK I'm going to stop now,, prolly annoying you to death😂😂)

in which you spring a surprise semi-nude photoshoot on your photographer boyfriend and he tries to keep it professional, but fails

A wish come true- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

A wish come true / alternatively, read on wattpad

Through the viewfinder (word count: 7k)

Things had taken an interesting turn ever since that fair you took Harry to the first night you officially met, in person.

You were not only getting to know Harry, but apparently a whole other side to yourself, one you hadn’t even known you had to begin with.

You’d always been… not necessarily shy, but timid. Reluctant to really allow yourself to just be, with really anyone apart from your mother and your bestie, maybe. Let alone other friends, and much less so, any guy you’ve ever dated.

And you hadn’t even realised it before Harry came into your life. But being with him was just so effortless, and you’d never felt so giddy in the presence of another person before, your smile had never felt so genuine as it did when he’d put it on your face.

It truly felt as though ever since that night your life had somehow fallen into place, everything seemed to be right on track and it was such a novel feeling for you that you feared you would somehow fuck it up. Nothing was too good to be true, surely.

You tried to catch yourself whenever you would start thinking that way. What was it with you that you just couldn’t accept that you deserved happiness for a change?

You’d only ever been in lousy relationships. Men had treated you poorly, especially your ex, but somehow they’d always made it seem like it was your fault and that you were the reason they had to act the way that they did. You were “bringing out the worst” in them.

Hell, you’d been with your ex, Sam, for 2 whole years, even lived together, and now that you looked back on it, you realised it truly had been a toxic relationship. You’d never been happy with him, yet he manipulated you into thinking it was all in your head, everything you disliked about him, about your relationship, was all just exaggeration or your lack of appreciation for what you had.

It took you all the courage you could muster to finally pack your stuff one day and leave, moving back in with your parents, but you knew you had to end it. Even if it meant taking a step back in the large scheme of things- you never thought you’d end up living with your parents at 25.

But, here you were, finally moving into your new apartment. Harry had helped you move all your stuff, barely let you carry any boxes, checked first to see if they were indeed lightweight and shook his head in mock disdain everytime he caught you trying to sneak away with a heavy one in tow.

“Bun, cut it out. ‘M not gonna tell you again”

You huffed “Fine. Break your back, what do I care…”

“Gotta give me more credit, I don’t hit the gym for nothing, you know”

Yet, by the end of that day, when all your boxes were finally in your new place and your mattress on the floor, Harry plopped on it and you could literally feel the tension radiating off of his body.

He mumbled something into the mattress and you had to scurry next to him and push him onto his side by his shoulder amusedly “Try that again?”

He sighed, stretching his long limbs “I said, I can't believe you moved all your shit before at least buying a bed. How are you gonna sleep on the floor, Y/N, come on now. Even you have to admit that’s a tad ridiculous.”

“It’s actually supposed to be great for your back!”

“You’re mental. There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on the floor. You’re staying over at my place till you get a proper bed”

“Harry… I’m excited to sleep here, I’ve been dreaming of this day for half a year now. I love my folks but it was really starting to get to me” you grimaced

“Yeah, well, I guarantee you’ll not bump into any of your parents at my place”

“No, but I’ll bump into Niall, which is worse”

Harry laughed “How is my flatmate worse?”

“He just is. Don’t act like you don’t know why. He’s just always flirting, always teasing me and always ogling me”

“That’s just Niall being Niall. It’s all in good humour, trust me, if I ever got the feeling that he was really coming onto you I’d let him have it” you scoffed and Harry raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips “Oh, I know what this is about” you rolled your eyes but he continued “This is why you’ve been avoiding sleeping over for the past 2 weeks, isn’t it?”

“Harry…” you hid your face in the crook of his neck

He lowered his voice a bit but his voice still held a glint of humour in it “So what if he heard you? What’s the big deal? I have to hear him shag his dates all the time. And trust me, what I’ve been hearing from his room is downright pornographic. Nothing like those little sultry moans of yours” his lids grew heavy as he leaned over and trapped you beneath him, kissing you

You gave in easily, kissing him slowly in turn.

You knew he must’ve been going out of his mind by now. You’d been together for little over 2 months and you still hadn’t slept together.

As in, had sex.

All you’d done was some heavy petting and you’d genuinely been taken aback when he got you off through all those layers of clothes, (something your ex couldn’t manage fully naked, but oh well.)

Considering how things had gone down the very first time you saw each other, at the fair, when he placed his hands in the pockets of your summer dress from behind and rubbed you over your panties till you came right there amongst all those oblivious people… you were feeling a bit guilty- what if he felt led on? He never said anything, but you could tell he was dying for it, everytime you two had a moment alone together like that he’d be all over you, albeit always mindful of your unspoken boundaries. Never once did you feel like he was losing his patience with you. On the contrary, everytime you shared an intimate moment, he never pushed for more, and he was big on consent. You felt safe with him.

He knew a little about what went on with your ex, and how you were hesitant because of that, and he told you there was no rush. Whenever you were ready, he’d wait for you.

But that put even more pressure on you, as the ball was now in your court. And everytime you slept over at his place, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he’d gotten his hopes up that this time would be the time.

You knew Harry knew what he was doing in bed. The way he touched you, even if only over your clothes, and the way he managed to work you so masterfully even so made it apparent to you that he was very well versed in the female anatomy. You didn’t even wanna know his body count, that naturally flirtatious nature and charisma of his had surely paid off along with his good looks. You weren’t fooling yourself, he’d been around the block.

But, again, your ex had never been able to get you off, and sex with him was never something you were looking forward to, necessarily. Sam had been the first and only guy you’d ever slept with, and he made sure to remind you, time and time again, how inexperienced you were, how it wouldn’t kill you to “move a little and stop being a pillow princess”.

So when you’d found out he’d been cheating on you, he only made it seem like it’d been your fault. What did you expect? You barely put out, and when you do, you act like it’s a chore. Stop being so fucking frigid, and maybe I wouldn’t have to go around fucking randos. Watch some porn or something, for fuck’s sake- literally.

It was that night that you’d packed your bags and left him, but the message had been crystal clear. You’d been the problem. You were just… lousy in bed.

And you weren’t ready for Harry to discover that about you yet, especially considering all the experience he obviously had over you.

Maybe it was selfish of you, maybe it was dishonest to string him along like that, he deserved to know the truth about you. But you just couldn’t get yourself to tell him. Because that would mean your bubble would burst and you couldn’t say you’d blame him if he wanted to break up with you over it.

Sex was important. Maybe it wasn’t to you, but to most people it was, and you respected that.

True, you felt the urge to jump him all the time, hell, you even wanted to go down on him, your mouth watered for it, but all that was just hypothetical, because as soon as you remembered what your ex had said to you, all will to ever act on those desires was obliterated. Just imagining disappointing Harry was enough to make you crawl into your own skin. You didn’t think you’d be able to stand it if he ever looked at you the way Sam had. You didn’t think Harry would be as harsh as your ex had been, but surely every man wants someone compatible in bed. And you were certain you’d never raise up to Harry’s standards.

Of course, Harry had no clue this was the reason you were stalling. He just knew that you weren’t ready yet, after your ex, and he didn’t question it any further, only reassured you that it was fine to take things slow.

And now he was probably thinking that maybe Niall being on the other side of the wall was inhibiting you. You’d moaned particularly loud one time as he was guiding your hips when you were riding his thigh, and it’d caught you off guard. One moment you were making out and the next you were coming violently on his thigh. You were so shocked that it hadn’t even registered that you were being so loud. You were certain Niall had heard you, the next morning he was being extra cheeky. Harry was right, he never crossed the line though, and it was just his naturally flirty self, you didn’t hold it against him, really. But you were realising that you were getting closer and closer to when you’d have to face your fears and thus, you kept making up excuses not to sleep over at his place anymore for a few weeks.

But now, you had this whole apartment to yourself. You knew that time was ticking, and it terrified you.

*

The following day, you tried your best to clear out the boxes. Yes, you didn’t have a proper bed yet, just a mattress, but the apartment still was partially furnished, and aside from the actual bed frame and a desk, you were all set. The sofa was a bit worse for wear and you’d eventually look into replacing it, but for now you were good to just cover it with a cute throw blanket and some decorative pillows.

Harry had had an early day and all his equipment was at his place, therefore he couldn’t spend the night, and when he left he still tried to persuade you into coming with him. He didn’t push it though, he knew you were excited for this new chapter in your life, and most of all, he knew your ocd self and the fact that you wouldn’t be able to rest properly until everything was out of the boxes and in its rightful place.

Sleeping on the mattress on the floor was surprisingly comfortable. Aside from the fact that you hurt your feet when you swung them over in the morning, not having expected for them to hit the floor instantaneously, the whole experience was quite refreshing. And aside from dust and overall it maybe not being very sanitary, you really didn’t understand why this wasn’t a thing.

You’d woken up early, and gotten right to work cleaning every surface imaginable before you cleared out the boxes. You briefly paused for lunch, you’d ordered some takeout, and while you were eating, wondering why the internet provider had booked you 5 days from now, and had to eat in silence at the table like an animal, a thought popped into your head as you glanced over to the mattress through the open bedroom door.

You’d left it unmade, which was very unlike yourself, but you knew you’d eventually crash for a nap midday. And you still had a few more boxes to sort, and then you’d have to vacuum and mop, but after that, you were absolutely gonna nap for at least a good 2 hours.

But the sheets thrown across the mattress like that had your mind come up with something that made you feel all giddy. And that was the kind of gut feeling that you’d learned in your 25 years of life meant that you should go with it. It’d never lead you astray thus far.

So you grabbed your phone and texted Harry

How’s work baby?

So far so good. Had a pet photo sesh and those are usually tiresome but this little buddy was a very good boy and made life a whole lot easier for me

Aww! Was it a dog?

No, it was a bunny much like yourself 💕

You smiled at that, you loved Harry’s petname for you. When you asked him why he liked to call you that, he told you it was because of how sweet you were and had a cute little button nose and very pink pouty lips, to which you retorted that he was the one with the bunny teeth, and that bunnies don’t even have pink and pouty lips but it landed on deaf ears. Regardless, you loved it that he called you that. You usually just called him baby, but he’d told you that nobody had ever called him that before and even to this day he would always blush a bit when you called him that.

Can’t wait for you to show me the pics later 💓. Speaking of photo sessions, how would you feel about taking some pics of the apartment now that it’s all nice and tidy? To keep as a memento of this day

Of course love

You knew brits just threw around that term casually, but your heart always skipped a beat when he used it on you.

Yay! Ok, what time should I expect you over?

I’ll probably be done at around 6, and I’ll head right to yours. Hey, ain’t that something huh. Your apartment. Proud of you 💋

Can’t say the same for my parents. They still think I'm wasting too much money on rent when I could just stay at home:(

You’ve lived away before, I wonder why they aren’t more supportive this time around

It’s because I’m renting it out on my own and they just think it’s a bad idea overall. Anyway. Getting back to work, it’s not all done yet. See ya 💋

He sent you back a pic he took with his phone of the bunny in question and you wasted a couple more minutes fawning over how cute it was, stalling resuming your cleaning. And thinking about what you’d just arranged for.

Now that it was set in stone there was no turning back. You finished setting up the apartment and then tossed and turned in bed for over 2 hours- sleep never came. You were far too excited/ nervous now.

You did take a bubble bath though. It was still only around 5pm, and it would’ve taken Harry at least 40 minutes to get to your place. So, you had plenty of time for pampering, then doing your makeup a bit (which should earn a raised eyebrow from him since he seldom saw you sporting any unless it was for a special occasion), and you even did your hair, curling its ends slightly so that it was bouncy.

You felt good.

Just around 6:30 you eyed the Bailey’s bottle Harry had brought the previous day as a little celebratory gift, but you hadn’t gotten to opening it since the both of you were much too tired and Harry still had to drive back home anyway. You decided you were going to need a bit of liquid courage, so you poured yourself a shot glass that you’d just washed along with all your other cutlery and what little else you had for your kitchen. And then another. Harry always snickered that you would get tipsy so easily on this stuff, since it was so sweet and yummy and you never really noticed how much you’ve had to drink by the time it finally hit you.

But two shot glasses worth surely wasn’t enough for you to get tipsy. You just needed to let loose a bit. Your nerves were getting to you.

When the intercom buzzed you realised the Bailey's did fuck all. You were all but shaking.

Fucks’s sake Y/N. Get your shit together.

When you opened the door for him, he raised his eyebrow, scanning you head to toe just like you knew he would “Oh, what’s this then? Are we going out?”

“No, silly. It’s for the pics”

“Good thing I didn’t drop by the flat first and came straight from work. Gonna need my DSLR if I’m doing portraits. Thought you just wanted some wide shots of the place”

“Well. I mean…”

He kissed you mid-stutter “You know I love to take your pics. Mmm. You taste sweet. Treat yourself to a little desert, did you bunny?”

You grinned, knowing he was just tasting the Bailey’s “Yeah, you could say that”

“Worked your little butt off, didn’t you? Look at this place. It looks amazing” he allowed himself to take in your apartment now that it actually looked lived in. “Gonna use the loo real quick, and then I’ll get right to it. Then I’m taking you out, you deserve it after all this hard work, yeah?”

You melted into a puddle at that and gave him a sweet peck on the lips before he headed to the bathroom and as you watched him shut the door behind him, you knew this was the perfect window of opportunity. You kept wondering how you’d go about it without it being awkward, and this was perfect. You tiptoed to the bedroom and easily stripped down from your oversized sweatshirt and leggings, underneath which you were perfectly nude, and quickly kneeled on the still dishevelled bedding, draping the sheet to your front in a very precise manner, just as you’d seen on some very tasteful semi-nude portraits on pinterest.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to overthink it, only practising the poses a few times in front of a full length mirror so that you knew what angles worked best for you. You wanted this to be sexy but not vulgar. You knew Harry had done this kind of shots before, much to your dismay he was tasked to snap all kinds of photos by his company. You normally weren’t the jealous kind, but with Harry you couldn’t help but worry. You trusted him, but you didn’t trust those around him not to throw themselves at him, especially since he had such a naturally flirty, charming personality. And he was only human. What if one day he opened his eyes and realised he was settling for you when he could have virtually anyone?

And now you were about to be as vulnerable as you’d ever been in front of him. Your mind was racing, suddenly second-guessing everything.

But before you could make up your mind to forget about all this and just go on that date he promised after he would take a few pics of the apartment, you heard the bathroom door open and since it was right next to the bedroom he was immediately standing right in the door frame, almost having passed it by before he caught something amiss in his peripheral vision on his way back to the living area.

He leaned against the doorframe slightly, staring at you, a scowl adorning his features, and you knew by now that it didn’t mean he was angry, but that it was just one of his natural facial expressions. He sometimes furrowed his brows even when he smiled and that combination was downright lethal. He was much too good looking for his own good.

You clung tighter to the sheet draped over your front and pooling in between your parted thighs, biting your lower lip nervously. You would’ve given anything to be able to read his mind just then.

“Bunny?” he’d never used that deep baritone uttering the pet name before and it sent shivers down your spine

“We… we don’t have to. But I saw this shoot on pinterest and it looked like fun… and not too tacky, hopefully? And the mattress on the floor seemed to fit that whole aesthetic and--”

“We absolutely have to” he interrupted your rambling, his lips quirking up into a devilish smirk, but you noticed his eyes had darkened considerably, his gaze scanning alongside that sheet you were holding up to your chest “Are you really naked underneath that?” he murmured

You nodded quietly, and he mirrored you, rolling his lips and inhaling audibly through his nose “Are you alright?” you asked, a bit of humour in your voice

“Mhm. Just gimme a sec”

You giggled at that, he looked like was in a trance “Harry!”

“Hm?” his eyes snapped back up at yours, he wasn’t trying to be subtle in staring at what little flesh he could see

“Go get the camera” you whispered shyly

He nodded, ungluing himself reluctantly from the doorframe. “Dunno how ‘m gonna survive this” he mumbled to himself as he made his way to his equipment where he’d left it near the entrance. He came back with just his DSLR in tow, and after stopping dead in his tracks in the doorframe once again, almost as if he wasn’t expecting it all to have really been real, he slowly entered the bedroom and hovered over the mattress. It was times like these when you realised just how tall Harry was.

“Right” he cleared his throat “‘M determined to bring on my A-game, want these photos all over my walls. So I need you to act as though you’re my client. So that I can go about it as professionally as possible. Otherwise, I swear to God, Y/N, I’m this close to losing it, yeah?” he grinned, raising his eyebrows and you laughed at how ridiculous he was being

“All over your walls? Now, wait a damn minute…”

“Miss…” he squeezed his eyes shut, furrowing his brows and exhaling through his nose in exasperation “If you would please follow my directions and just try and relax?”

You smiled, biting your lower lip. Was this little role play supposed to make it easier? Cause it was actually turning you on even more than you already were sitting there naked with that flimsy silk bed sheet to your front while he was fully dressed and towering over you, and one quick glance right ahead of you confirmed just how much this was turning him on also. He was rock hard against the confinement of those skinny jeans he wore. You were surprised they could contain his impressive length, even flaccid. You knew Harry was big, you’d grinded your own groin against his enough times to be painfully aware of how well endowed he was. Which was another thing that made you worry a bit. You ex had been considerably smaller, yet it still hurt whenever you had sex. How could you ever take Harry? Your breath hitched just thinking about it again, and you tried to chase those thoughts away, before you chickened out. You were determined to do this, even if he had no idea- yet.

He then sat in front of the mattress, his legs crossed, so that he was eye level with you. He fumbled with the camera a bit, probably adjusting the settings, and you were hoping he wouldn’t increase the exposure by much, you liked the fact that the sun was setting and the light was more forgiving on your imperfect skin. Plus, the semi-darkness made it feel much more intimate. He finally brought the through-the-lens viewfinder to his right eye “Ready?”

You barely had time for a timid nod before you heard the shutter. Again, and again and again

“Relax, bunny. It’s only me, yeah?”

“I thought I was meant to act like your client”

He hummed mischievously “Yeah, changed my mind about that. I’m definitely not looking at my clients the way I’m looking at you now, and I think the camera knows it too” that made you blush profusely and you could see Harry smile behind the camera “There she is. Gonna let her come out and play, baby? …I love it when you get like that” his voice was getting huskier by the minute

“Like how?”

He kept adjusting the angles, and you moved as well, trying not to stand still, and give him a few poses you’d seen in those pics. Nothing over the top, just different places you could hold your hands in front of you, thus far, and you kept tilting your head differently, arranged your hair to one side and then the other, letting it fall over half your face “You have this look when you seem like you went all shy but that’s actually when you end up doing something I wouldn’t have expected you to. It’s like you’re actually blushing from how worked up you get and the ideas that pop inside your head and you’re probably imagining it all play out”

That took you by surprise, in a pleasant way. So when you bit your lower lip next and turned so that your profile was facing him, and he got a clear shot of the curve of your ass, now showing him much more skin than originally, you heard him hiss and curse under his breath “Fuck, baby… You’re unreal”

You tilted your head back, exposing the length of your neck and arched your back even more so and Harry was praising all your poses. You were glad you’d practised them first in the mirror. You knew what was most flattering for your figure in doing so, and what to avoid. Harry switched from sitting cross-legged to crouching, so that he could try even more angles, and he brought the camera down to check with you nonverbally before you nodded for him that it was ok to step more to the side so that he got you from the back. His breath hitched and you knew the swell of your ass was completely on display then. You looked back at him over your shoulder, your hair framing your face nicely and you were glad you’d styled it for this.

After a few moments, enough for him to take a good few shots, you whispered “Could you… keep looking through the viewfinder-- but just to look?”

You could hear him swallow thickly “...Yes?”

You tried to keep your eyes trained on the camera even if you knew he wasn’t going to take a photo next, when you slowly let the sheet slip from your hands and pool in between your thighs and you bunched up the fabric there, not yet ready to reveal yourself completely to him.

He whimpered at that, and you realised he hadn’t meant for it to slip. He sounded like he was in pain, and you were sure the confines of his jeans must’ve been killing him. You were still looking at him over your shoulder, only the curve of your left breast visible to him from where he was stood slightly behind you.

And then, you slowly leaned on your back, splayed on the mattress before him, still mindful of the fabric between your legs and reached a hand to grab his camera away from him. You placed it carefully next to the edge of the mattress on the hardwood floor and tried to gauge his expression, but you were looking at him upside down and his back was facing the window, his features shadowed. You realised the sun was about to set completely, the room had fallen quite dark in the span of just the few minutes the whole photo session must’ve amounted to.

You carefully rolled onto your belly and Harry’s eyes immediately fell to your full breasts resting on the mattress, and he was standing close enough to you to hear his breathing falter. His gaze slowly took all of you in, the whole of your back completely naked and finally it made its way back to your own eyes.

His pupils were blown out, his eyes were pleading. But he never uttered the words. He was waiting on you. As always.

“Kiss me?” you whispered again, for some reason it was easier to voice your thoughts like that

After a long moment in which he stared into your eyes he finally managed “I don’t know if I can”

“Why not?” your brows furrowed and immediately thoughts were invading your head, telling you that this had been all a mistake, that he’d seen you naked and didn’t even feel like kissing you, that you’d misread all his cues etc but you didn’t know how you managed to think about all that in the millisecond it took for him to quickly reply

“I don’t know if I can… just kiss you”

“I don’t want you to just kiss me. I want you to do more than that”

His breath hitched once more “...Are you sure?”

You nodded and hooked your forefinger onto his necklace, pulling him closer until he fell onto his knees, and your lips finally met. Just before you got to deepen the kiss, he unlatched himself from you and stood abruptly, and you once again turned over so that your naked torso was on display for him and watched him circle the mattress and stand before you while he slowly, painfully slowly unbuttoned his shirt. It wasn’t even as if he had all that much to unbutton, since he always wore them open into a deep v, exposing his broad chest all the way down to the top of his moth tattoo. But he took his time as he let his eyes roam unashamedly over you. Once he finally discarded the shirt, you were biting your lips looking at him undo his belt next. He peeled his skinny jeans off himself and wasted no time in joining you on the mattress next.

He didn’t try to climb in between your legs, you were still clutching the fabric there, your thighs rubbing together though, seeking friction, and he stared at you do so hungrily as he finally made his way next to you, his arms on each side of your torso.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering. He kept trying to make eye contact, but his eyes would immediately start their descent yet again and it took a few tries until he finally managed to hold your gaze “You can stop me anytime, yeah? Tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like. But I need to touch you, baby. Please, can I touch you?”

You let go of the bedsheet and reached for his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him nervously “Please touch me” you whispered against his mouth and he kissed you even more ardently back. He mouthed down your neck and to your collarbones, as he slowly leaned on forearms, pressing his naked chest to yours, and you both moaned at the skin on skin contact.

He kissed and licked further down until finally he reached in between your breasts. He brought one of his hands to your waist and then upwards, till he reached the swell of your left boob and he reveled in the feel of its weight against his palm. You looked at him look at you, and you were drunk on the visual. He looked at you as though he was committing you to his memory forever. When he finally managed to make eye contact again, he kept his eyes on you as he slowly bent and guided your hardened nipple into his wet, warm mouth.

This, again, wasn’t exactly novel to you. You hadn’t done it with Harry before, but your ex had played with your boobs hundreds of times in the 2 years you’d been dating, but for the life of you, you couldn’t recall it ever feeling this way. He licked and sucked there, but you felt it in your clit, and you wondered how that was even possible. The bedsheet in between your thighs wasn’t providing enough friction. You needed more.

You laced your fingers through Harry’s curls, you wanted him closer still, and you moaned when you heard him groan in pleasure as you tugged the slightest bit on his roots. You hadn’t known this about him, but then again, you’d never had reason to tug on his hair before.

“Need more, bunny?”

“Yes” you breathe out

“I’m dying to taste you. It’s all I can think about, all I’ve been thinking about for a while, not just right now. Please, can I?” he said all that against your other breast now, nudging at the underside of it with his nose and looking up at you expectantly and you bit your lower lip, nodding your approval

But instead of him scooting downwards, he crawled back up to kiss you and look you deep in the eye “I still wanna take it slow. That’s all I’m gonna do, ok? No need to rush into things all at once, alright bun?” you whined and he chuckled “Don’t worry, gonna take good care of you” he kissed you again, and again and he just couldn’t seem to stop, his hand slowly descending its way from your breast down to your navel where he ghosted the tips of his fingers across the delicate skin there making you shiver

You pushed your hips against his hand, inviting him to do more and so he finally let his fingers wander lower still, under the fabric, until he found you slick and wanting. He then peeled the bedsheet aside in one swift motion and himself off you and bent your leg to finally wiggle his way down in between both.

He had no way of knowing this, of course, but oral sex was making you way more anxious than if he’d just went straight for penetration. You could count on one hand the amount of times Sam had tried, and you were probably being generous. None of which you’d enjoyed. At all.

So you closed your eyes and threw your head back, waiting, expecting the familiarity of what you’d experienced before. But when he laid his tongue flat on you and hummed as he licked you bottom to top you decided you were going to want to watch him do it. You rested on your elbows, mouth agape as you watched him mouth at your cunt like a cat would inhale a saucer of milk. He was relentless, nothing tentative about it. You’d expected him to take it slow somehow, and maybe he had wanted to initially, but the mood in the room switched like lighting up a candle wick in a pitch dark room- the flame dancing wildly. You felt each move of his tongue all the way to the tips of your toes and you curled them, trying to anchor yourself into the mattress but he pushed your knees to your chest next, and drove his wicked tongue deep inside of you, making you scream, and you couldn’t comprehend how it had escalated that quickly

“Please, Harry” you gasped “Please!”

“Can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me bunny. Gonna take my time, yeah? Make up for lost time”

“Harry” you mewled

He then looked up at you, misinterpreting your reaction “Hey, I didn’t… I only meant--”

“I know, it’s fine, I know. But I … I want you up here”

He hummed “I’m not finished playing with your little pussy yet, darling” he rubbed your clit leisurely yet determinedly while smirking up at you and you couldn’t help your wanton moans

“No, I mean… I want you to fuck me, please” you keened “Please?”

He groaned loudly “Fuck, Y/N, asking me so sweetly, and I wanted to take it slow” he reached down against the mattress and grabbed himself through his boxers, rolling his eyes back while still working your clit masterfully.

“But I don’t want to take it slow anymore” you thrashed your legs a bit and he withdrew his hand from over himself and your clit and held the back of your thighs firmly as he reattached his mouth to you, doubling his efforts this time. All you could think about was how this was nothing like what you’d experienced before. He ate at you like he meant it, you could feel his nose rub against the hood of your clit repeatedly, his chin pressing against your perineum, his tongue delved in and out of you, then back up to your clit and down again, his lips pulled at your folds and then latched onto your clit and sucked hard.

“Then we won’t take it slow” he let it go with a pop and then sunk two fingers into you, knuckle deep, easily, you were dripping for him. The stretch of his fingers had you panting, your mouth agape, and brows furrowed and you grabbed the backs of your knees so that you could hold yourself spread open for him just like he seemed to want you, spreading your legs further apart so that you could really watch him go to town. His curls were obstructing the view slightly, but you watched his shoulder blades flex in rhythm with the trust of his fingers inside you and you could make out his nose nudge against your clit and you suddenly felt like you were tickled in the best kind of way.

“Harry!”

“That’s it!” he grinned against your cunt, seemingly overly satisfied with your reaction to what he was doing, and you started hyperventilating, this was something you’d never felt before, ever. Not even when you tried touching yourself. Sure, you’d managed to come on your own before, but what he was doing felt a hundred times better and you wondered how you’d had access to your own body this whole time and not know you could feel this way. He licked a long stripe and hovered his mouth over you, looking at you through hooded eyes as his fingers kept pumping relentlessly and you couldn’t believe he was making you feel like that without having to even touch your clit anymore “Let me have this one, bunny, and I’ll give you what you want, yeah? Wanna taste you on my tongue first. C’mon. Then I’ll fuck you silly if you still want it”

“I want it God, I want it! Harry- I’m gonna, I’m gonna--”

“C’mon bunny. Drench me” he then sucked your clit back into his mouth and you felt the dam break. You couldn’t hold your legs anymore, thrashing violently around him, trying to somehow get away from him and closer at the same time. The orgasm seemed like it’d went on forever, and he milked every little spasm out of you before pulling back

You felt as though you must’ve blacked out for a moment there, because he’d managed to retrieve a condom from his wallet in his backpocket and discard his boxers, seath himself and position back between your thighs in what had felt like just a few seconds.

He nudged your nose with his affectionately as he pulled you into his arms. You could feel him hard and waiting at your entrance and felt sad that you’d missed seeing him get ready, you were curious to see his gorgeous cock, you knew it must’ve been gorgeous, because you already knew he was big from all that dry humping you’d engaged in previously. But maybe it was better not to see, you had a feeling his two fingers were no match for his girth.

“Still want me, bunny?”

“How did you… what--” he chuckled at your hazy state, kissing you profoundly and managed to somehow breathe air into your lungs and sober you up. You blinked your eyes open and waited for him to follow suit “Of course I do... I wish you’d been my first”

Harry’s eyes saddened at that, searching your face in worry “Oh, bunny… I’m going to make you forget that I wasn’t, hm?”

“Please” you kissed him again, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him impossibly close. And this time, although you expected it to be more heated and intense, he took it slow and never once broke eye contact with you, keeping you flush against him. He moved unhurriedly inside of you, but still managed to make you pant whilst barely moving at all. You couldn’t believe it could be like that. You couldn’t believe the two of you could be like that. You forgot all about your worries when Harry kept telling you how good you felt, how good you were for him, how well you fitted together, how beautiful you were and how he couldn’t believe he was already reaching his climax- he wanted to prolong this moment forever. But after he snaked a hand between you and made you cry out even louder than before, and you watched him lose himself in you in a way you were bent on seeing him as often as possible, you found yourself pressing your lips in the crook of his neck as you both tried to steady your heartbeats, and mumbled against his skin “Doesn’t matter. You’re the first one I love”

Greedy bunny

A/N: happy valentine's lovelies! ❤️ so glad to have finally turned this into a miniseries! hope you liked it 💕 i'm planning on more for them 👀

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lhh edging u while hes eating u out AND DEGRADING U “look at you puppy… cant stop whining.” “you love when daddy eats your little pussy right?”

One good reason

Warnings: 18+, smut, daddy kink, slight pain kink, slight degrading, edging

Word count: 1K

Harry loved edging you. You knew that, yet still, somehow, you stupidly always fell for it and ended up a whining, pathetic mess while he had his fun with you.

He always started out promisingly. You even made sure he was properly turned on as well, in hopes that he would give in to his own desire and fuck you sensless, but no, Harry was a huge fan of delayed gratification.

So much so that he took his sweet time, edging you over and over and over again until you got teary eyed.

“Daddy, please…”

“Hush now” his voice had a sharp edge to it. He’d been listening to you whine and pant for the past 40 minutes and you were only getting needier. He hadn’t brought his mouth to your pussy yet, and it was driving you mad. He sat between your legs, slowly teasing your entrance, sliding a finger inside now and then, then retreating it and barely touching your clit as he dragged the wetness around your folds. He’d been doing it for almost an hour and you were ready to beg him to put his mouth on you.

“Please, please, daddy. I can’t take it anymore”

“Oh, my poor baby. You want daddy’s mouth, hm?”

“Yes, please. Please”

“Give me one good reason, and I will”

You threw your head back against the pillow in frustration, wrecking your brain trying to find something he’d get excited about. Not that everything you did didn’t excite Harry, but he was testing your limits now and you were willing to play along. Finally, it came to you. Something Harry had always wanted you to do, but you were just too weary to get yourself to say yes for some reason.

“I’ll sit on your face” your voice barely audible

“What’s that?” he perked up, resting on his elbows

You covered your face “I’ll do it. I’ll sit on your face”

“Argh! Fucking finally!” he groaned, flipping you over and taking your place against the pillow “C’mere, pretty girl. Sit on daddy’s face”

You sighed. You didn’t even know why you were being so apprehensive about this. You were definitely more than adventurous in bed and this was not that big of a deal, but you were somehow afraid of smothering him to death underneath you or something. Yeah, you knew that was highly improbable but you were on the curvy side so that was probably what prompted your apprehension.

You reluctantly scooted up and over his shoulders, thighs on each side of his face as you hovered over him, mindful not to sit on his long hair that was splayed across the pillow. He looked devastatingly handsome when his hair was all wild like that.

“Your tits are fucking perfect from this angle, baby. Love this view. Want you riding my face all the time from now on. C’mon. Lemme have it” he grabbed your thighs, hooking his arms over each and bringing you down against him. You could hear his muffled groan over your own moaning, you were so on edge that the moment he licked a long strip along your folds you thought you were going to come instantaneously “Stop hovering and sit on m’face properly, Y/N. Wanna come or not?”

You whined “But I am…”

He yanked you harder against him until you lost your balance for a moment and fully sat against his hot mouth as your body relaxed fully and your breath caught “Oh God, oh my fucking God!”

Harry went from moving his open mouth back and forth, left to right against you to thrusting his tongue deep inside of you, to then sucking your clit into his mouth like a man starved.

“C’mon” he coaxed, coming up for air and hearing him out of breath did something to you “Who’s a little slut for daddy? Hm? Gonna ride my face, pretty girl? C’mon. Grab my hair” he grabbed your wrists and guided your hands to his hair “Use it for leverage, lemme feel it sting, yeah?”

You nodded from underneath your lashes, seeing him pinned underneath you like that whilst still dominating you was sending you spiraling. You grabbed at his hair and relaxed yourself against his mouth again, feeling his groan vibrate against your clit. You pulled at his hair, as you urged yourself to move against his wet mouth and the sounds were enough to throw you over the edge, let alone the sensation. Harry’s hands went to your ass, guiding it in time with your own movements, letting you set the pace, delivering a swift slap every now and then especially after you yanked on his hair a bit harder.

“Look at you puppy… can’t stop whining. You love it when daddy eats your little pussy, right?”

You nodded frantically, quickening the pace, effectively silencing him as you ground yourself against him even harder, his slight scruff adding just the right bit of sting to the mix.

“There’s my little whore. Look what you’re doing to me. I’m drenched. Got it all over me, got it in m’hair. Gonna come all over daddy’s face, baby? Gonna make a big mess like the filthy slut you are?”

“Yes!” you mewled as he reattached his mouth to you sucking intently and you really dug your nails into his scalp now, making sure to keep his head flush against your cunt. He probably had no way of breathing but you couldn’t care less right then and there, you needed to come, and you needed for it to happen now.

The moment you fell over the edge, you felt him push you even harder against him as your whole body spasmed and he kept lapping up at you all throughout your high as your hands went from his hair to the headboard, trying to hold your limp body upright.

You were both panting heavily by the time you regained your senses and wanted to move aside but he grabbed your hips, holding you firmly in place “Where do you think you’re going? Scoot lower and lemme see you thank daddy properly while I sit and watch” he sent a swift slap to your ass and you watched his hair cling to his face while you mounted him and got right to work.

lhh Masterlist

A/N: someone pls throw holy water over me. DADDY LHH? 💀💀💀🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Lhh or daddy prompt... reader or OC forced to do 14 day covid quarantine at a hotel. Totally sucks, except WHO is this ridiculous specimen of a man who has the room/balcony next door??

Quarantining with a view

soooooooo i decided to combine a few of the prompts since i felt they went well together 👀 could've just been an excuse to turn this into a longer one-shot because 😅😅 apparently i can't help myself.

❗just a quick disclaimer: obviously, this isn't intended to instigate against covid regulations in any shape or form! just for the sake of reiterating a point: both characters are fully vaccinated, tested, been super safe this whole pandemic, etc you name it and are just quarantining due to standard precautionary procedures when visiting an area where the number of cases has spiked up.

Warnings: 18+, smut, slight pain kink

Word count: 4K 😅

You couldn’t believe your “luck”. What were the odds that your company would prove to be this insanely idiotic. You were sent “on field” out to another state, and your business trip had been arranged weeks ahead. However, this respective state had fallen under a higher incidence of covid cases just before you had to leave, and you thought to yourself they’d cancel it. But, nope! They still sent you! Even if it meant having to spend 14 days quarantining there on arrival, and another 14 when you returned home.

Which was absolutely baffling to you, but hey. You got paid for those 4 weeks of lying around because it was work related, after all, and that was almost a whole month of getting paid for doing nothing.

However, you still had to quarantine, which meant self-isolating at a hotel and then at home, and at home at least you had a whole post-pandemic routine you’d worked out. The hotel however was another thing altogether.

You sighed, dropping your bags at the entrance. At least it was a nice suite. They’d showed some mercy in that regard, considering you’d have to be spending 14 excruciating days there. All you could hope for now was that they had decent room service. If not, you’d have to order in and that would complicate the whole thing since your company would be paying for that also- having it all on the hotel’s bill was much easier.

But after 3 days you already felt poorly, to put it mildly. You felt imprisoned. The mere thought that you couldn’t step out of the suite (using your room card-key would show up on their surveillance, and you were meant to be quarantining there by law) really took a toll on you. You’d not had to quarantine before, and during lock-down you’d still had the possibility to step outside for a bit of fresh air on the daily using those damned forms, this however was another thing entirely and knowing that even if you did try to sneak out just for a bit of a walk after midnight when not a living soul would be disturbed, it would show up on their surveillance, and it made you turn on Netflix and re-watch Shawshank Redemption and The Green Mile. And it definitely hadn’t been the wisest decision you’d ever made.

On your 5th day, you finally caved in and ordered cigarettes up to your suite. You’d quit years ago, but this was a fucking emergency. You’d have lost your mind, otherwise, you were sure of it. You debated whether this “business trip” would turn you into a raging alcoholic by the end of it too.

You didn’t even bother turning on the lights when you stepped outside at 2am onto the open balcony, the only way you could experience some fresh air. Sure, you went out there mainly to smoke, but still. You sighed as you sat on the sunbed and lit your cigarette, looking at the stars- it was a clear sky. Of course the weather had to be perfect while you were isolating, but just watch as it’d for sure take a turn for the worst the minute you stepped outside at the end of those two weeks.

You chuckled to yourself and rubbed your face “Oh, God…”, you were losing your mind and it was getting to you, obviously.

“What’s so funny?” a deep, quiet voice asked from out of nowhere. You sat upright on your sunbed, what the fuck?! Surely you couldn’t hallucinate from cigarettes? Or were you so removed from civilization that you were turning into some sort of psychiatric experiment, you were starting to hear voices.

“Hm?” the voice sounded like it came from closer and before you could process it you turned your head to the left and saw a head peek from behind the balcony partition.

“Jesus, fuck!” you coughed “You scared the crap out of me!”

The man chuckled, and you knew he was a man just by the sound of his voice, you couldn’t really make out his features, all you really saw was that he had long, wavy-curly hair.

“M’sorry. But you were talking to yourself just then, right?”

“What the hell? Just mind your own business!”

“Ohh… feisty. What’s gotten your panties in a knot?”

You gasped “Excuse you? What gives you the nerve…? Sir, kindly step away from the partition. I’m quarantining”

“Sir? I mean. Whatever floats your boat” you could hear him smirking and you had the sudden urge to take that short step to the railing and yank on those curls of his “M’quarantining too. It’s only my second day though, looks like you’ve been cooked up in here longer. Will I also end up talking to myself and laughing at my own jokes by the end of this?”

“Ugh. I don’t know but maybe you’ll learn about personal space and boundaries though”

“Maybe. Can I have one of those?”

You looked at him for a long moment, you’d been avoiding doing so all this time and now that you saw him a bit more clearly you couldn’t help but notice the arm he’d flung over the railing and over to your side, his bicep flexing as his fingers rasped against the partition. His skin was glowing in the moonlight and you could see his whole arm was lettered in tattoos that you couldn’t quite make out.

You grabbed the pack and held it outstretched but he pretended like he couldn’t reach it, even though you knew he could stretch just a bit further, tall as he obviously was. You rolled your eyes and sat up, taking the necessary step towards the partition.

You waited for him to fish out a cigarette and immediately retreated earning a chuckle “I don’t bite, sweetheart”

“No, but covid does”

“I took a test just before I got here, I’m fine. I’m sure you did too. This is just an extra precaution, the quarantining. C’mon”

You knew he was right, but you also knew these things were done for a good reason so you didn’t really feel like opening up the subject just in case he was an anti-vaxxer or something.

“I’m also fully vaccinated. I’m super careful. I’m clean. Relax.”

You shrugged nonchalantly at that and watched him give you a quick once-over.

“Can I have the lighter too?”

You scoffed, sitting up again and he perched the cigarette between his lips, waiting for you to light it for him “Seriously?”

He just shrugged and you could see that smirk even with his lips busy holding the stick. You lit his damn smoke and before he could make another smart remark you went for the balcony door “I’m turning in, have a good night”

“Good night, scaredy cat”

Your mouth went agape hearing him call you that, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your reaction.

The next day you were more than aware of this long haired man’s presence on the opposite side of the wall. You’d never heard anyone the days prior, so you had a sneaking suspicion the two of you were the only ones on this wing of the hotel considering how thin the walls turned out to be. You could hear him sing in the shower (and his voice was spectacular, if you were being honest), you could hear his electric razor afterwards, you could hear him talk over the phone even though you couldn’t make out the words, and as much as you wanted it to irk you, it was actually comforting knowing there was another living, breathing person on the other side of that wall.

You knew you were being a bit dramatic, a week was almost over, you were half way through, but you still felt extremely isolated, and, well… lonely. You’d facetimed friends, you’d been on social media, but you just missed having the freedom of doing whatever you felt like doing. Truth be told, you probably wouldn’t have done much had you just been there on vacation, apart from going to the beach maybe, getting a tan, you’d have ended up spending most of your days cooked up in the same hotel room. Single life was harsh, although you were used to it. You’d been single for a year and a half and you were sick of third wheeling with your friends that were all either married or in a relationship. There was literally no other single friend left for you to go on fun city breaks with. Did that mean you were not going to be going on trips just because you were single? Hell no. You did go, and it was… sort of fun, but it was more than just staying at home.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your “next door neighbor’s” voice that you could now hear a bit more clearly, since your door to the balcony was ajar and he’d probably stepped out into his own.

“Yeah? How wet? Tell me” his voice held a playful note and something told you he wasn’t talking about the weather back in England, since he was clearly British.

Your ears perked up at that immediately. You stood on the edge of your bed and heard him hiss “Got that wet just thinking about me, huh? And then you just had to send that nude, didn’t you?” he tsked and your mouth fell agape once again. Was he having phone sex?

You gently stood up, tiptoeing your way to the door to the balcony after switching off the nightstand lamp as well as your TV. You didn’t want to blow your cover, and you wanted to hear him properly. You were about to listen in on someone have phone sex. Were you ashamed of yourself? Maybe. Were you going to stop? Hell no.

“...know you’re tight, but you’re gonna have to push in another finger for me, yeah? Yes you can. I know you can, you can take me, after all” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes. What a cocky bastard. Even though you knew he was probably rightfully so. Suddenly you heard him walk back into his room, although he’d left the door to his balcony open, so you had to step out onto the balcony entirely in order to hear him. You made sure you didn’t make any sound as you gingerly stood on your sunbed, listening intently. His voice was a bit more muffled, but still, you could hear him.

“No! No you cannot. M’not there yet” you could hear through gritted teeth and you gasped realizing he was touching himself. You listened in even more intently and sure enough, you could hear the sound of him abusing himself and you literally felt like clutching your imaginary pearls. The man was a menace. At least have some decency and shut the damn door!

Not that you wanted him to.

“Yeah, I wanna hear yeh. Louder. Louder!” he grunted and before you could really brace yourself, as though you had any reason to, he was coming and he wasn’t making a secret of it. He groaned loudly and you could hear him panting. Then he must’ve ended the phone call because, suddenly, way too rapidly, you heard him walk out onto his own balcony and you froze.

You had to make sure you didn’t make any noise at all, lest you blew your cover, but you were also panting heavily yourself- for what reason, you had no clue!

“Any chance I could have another one of those? Haven’t had one after sex in a long while”

Your eyes widened looking at him lean across the railing from behind the partition yet again, and instead of acting like a deer caught in the headlights you decided to play it cool. He’d caught you. There was no use trying to deny having heard anything.

“I don’t think phone sex qualifies for a post coital cigarette, since there was no actual sex” you kept a steady voice and you could see his eyebrows shoot up at that.

“That’s just a technicality. I still think I deserve one, got the job done, didn’t I?”

You scoffed, walking over to him like last time, holding out the open packet “‘I’m sure your girlfriend is thrilled that you “got the job done” “ you air quoted and before he could pull a stick out, you retreated the packet “Wait, did you wash your hands afterwards?”

He just stared at you for a second before a smirk made its way across his face yet again and he just leaned in further and you stared at him for a beat too before you clumsily placed a cigarette in between his waiting lips. You also lit it for him and after he took the first drag he clarified “Not m’girlfriend”

“Wife?”

He laughed out loud “Hell no. We just fuck sometimes”

“Lovely. Well, I’m heading in. Good night”

“Already? It’s just past 10”

“Yeah, uhm… feel like turning in early tonight”

“Got something you need to take care of?” he raised an eyebrow, that same smirk playing on his lips as he took another drag

You gasped, this time having not turned away quick enough for him to miss your reaction and he laughed, wishing you a good night just as you closed the balcony door shut behind you.

Now that you were officially into your second week you felt better, mentally, knowing that most of it was behind you. You noticed the sun hit the balcony just right at around 5pm, when the rays weren’t that set out to burn you, and you decided to make the most of it and try and get a tan. You had those sunbeds in there and it would’ve been practically a shame not to use them at this point.

You had a bathing suit packed since this was a city with a lovely beach, after all, you still had 4 full days after quarantine for work and whatever you felt like doing in your spare time, and since you loved the ocean you were dying to finally be able to go. In the meanwhile though, you could build up your tan out there on the balcony.

You hadn’t even finished listening to 3 entire tracks on your spotify when you heard something over your earbuds and you opened your eyes, your head automatically turning to your left.

You pulled the earbuds out. Watching your “nextdoor neighbor” roam his eyes unashamedly over your body. You were only wearing that skimpy bikini and it certainly left little to the imagination “... What now?’” you scoffed, irritatedly

“I… forgot what I was going to say, if’m being honest” he picked at his lower lip and you rolled your eyes, resuming your position on your sunbed “Aren’t our suites supposed to be the same? How come you get not one, but two sunbeds and I only got a crappy chair?”

“I requested them”

“Good thinking” after a beat he asked “Mind if I joined?”

You opened your left eye, shielding your face from the sun with your outstretched arm “Huh?”

“I’m getting kinda antsy by myself here. How’d you survive this far?”

“I deserve a fucking raise” you mumbled

“You’re here for work?”

“Yeah. Fucking geniuses they are...”

“So… can I? Your balcony looks big enough for… social distancing” you could hear the smile in his voice even though you’d gone back to keeping your eyes shut, your arm got tired from keeping the sun from going into your eyes.

“How do you know I’m safe?’

He chuckled “You can just say no if you don’t want to”

But you kinda wanted him to, now “I don’t mind, you’ve been here long enough and seem perfectly healthy to me. But they’re gonna know if you use your card key”

“No need for that” you barely got a chance to furrow your brows at that before you heard shuffling and a loud thud and you sat back on your elbows looking at him hovering over you in that small balcony, that was, in fact, clearly not big enough for social distancing.

“Ok?” you couldn’t help but laugh “Guess you got it covered” He shrugged smilingly and then he went for his belt and you furrowed your eyebrows back “What are you doing?”

“Getting a tan?”

“I mean… yeah. Ok, I guess?” you tried your best to avert your gaze but when he dropped his jeans your eyes went straight to his tattoo on his thigh- was that a tiger?... This man. Fuck’s sake…

He then took off his t-shirt and your breath hitched. You hadn’t expected him to be this… muscular. And all those tattoos…. The laurels… the butterfly…

“Enjoying the view?” he smirked

You raised an eyebrow “You’re one to talk. You were practically ogling me just then”

“Never said I wasn’t” he winked as he made his way over to the other sunbed and plopped himself onto it unceremoniously.

You could feel yourself blush, so you turned over onto your stomach so that you could hide your face in your folded arms. You heard him hiss and you involuntarily turned to face him and caught him staring at your behind. Yeah. It was a bikini. Had he never seen ass cheeks before?

You meant to make a sarcastic remark but then your eyes drifted to his own crotch and you couldn’t help but notice the prominent tent in his briefs.

Your eyes lingered, against your better judgement, you just couldn’t help yourself. Maybe you were just sex starved, but this man was a work of art and you were merely mortal. Before you could talk yourself into looking away, his arm outstretched and grabbed the edge of your sunbed pulling it towards him so that both ended up perfectly aligned. You shrieked in surprise, exactly how strong was this guy? You couldn’t imagine that being easy.

“I’m done social distancing” he looked at you intently, his brows furrowed and you momentarily got lost in the proximity of him. He was so… simply, but effectively put, hot.

When your eyes dropped to his mouth he wasted no time, closing in the now small gap between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours and you felt all your senses catch on fire.

His skin was cooler against yours, which was now warm and toasty from staying out in the sun, and when his palm went to the small of your back you felt goosebumps all over your skin. He caressed the skin there, as his lips worked yours and you were surprised at yourself when you pushed your own tongue inside his warm mouth, desperate for more already. He hummed audibly and tugged at the strings holding your bathing suit’s top in place “Is this ok?”

“Yeah” you breathed against his lips and undid the strings at the nape of your neck as he pulled on the ones on your back. You then pushed yourself on your knees and let it fall on the sunbed eliciting a loud groan for him

“Fuck! C’mere. Want them in m’mouth” he held out a hand for you as you eagerly threw a leg over him, effectively straddling him and he waited no time in doing just that- grabbing your breasts firmly but gently and taking them in his eager mouth, one after the other.

You whimpered looking down at him, the sight was too good to be true. How did you ever end up across the wall from this adonis? He was truly spectacular, and those long locks of his were absolutely beautiful on him. You couldn’t help it when you reached out and threaded your fingers through his hair and when he sucked intently on your nipple you instinctively tugged at his roots

“Yes! Just like that. Ah, love the sting” he mumbled against your breasts as he stuck his tongue out flat, maneuvering each breast against it sloppily, coating them thoroughly in his saliva.

To that you couldn’t help yourself anymore, and you scooted down his body until you could feel him against you. Fuck, he was massive. You could feel it.

“Stop teasing” you said, out of breath “Been… social distancing for too long”

“Yeah? No holding back? Fuck!” he slapped your ass sharply earning a surprised yelp from you “Get me my jeans, will you, love?”

“You seriously carry them in your pants while self isolating?” you threw his jeans over at him and watched him fish out a condom from the backpocket

“You’re gonna be real happy I did in a minute. C’mere” he gestured in a come hither movement with his forefinger and you sat back on your own sunbed as per his instructions. He removed his briefs, his cock springing right up, hitting his navel and you bit your lower lip in anticipation.

“Gonna need you to take those off, sweetheart, hm?”

You hooked your thumbs into the sides of your bikini bottoms and discarded them, then spread your legs eagerly as he gave himself a few pumps over the condom.

“Fuck, you’re dripping” he hissed taking in your glistening core. The sun was still shining and you knew there was no use trying to deny it, yes he’d ruined your bikini from the moment he jumped over the partition.

He grabbed his length and drove it through your wet folds, and you rolled your eyes back. He was going to ruin you. He repeated the motion a couple times, applying firm pressure against your clit every time and you shuddered, your legs jerking reflexively.

“You’re sensitive, aren’t you kitten? Hm? Bet I can make you come just from this alone” he licked his lips as he watched almost as if transfixed as he ran his cock through your lips.

“Please don’t tease me” you repeated your earlier request, you were dying for him to drive into you already

He tsked “Not teasing if I get you off, hm?” he then smacked your clit sharply using his tip and you mewled pathetically “Love how responsive you are. Gonna have fun watching you come over and over”

“Please” you squirmed, trying to get closer

“Be patient. Gonna let you come in a moment. Wanna get you really worked up first…”

“I’m gonna burst” you huffed, impatiently

“Oh, I’ll make sure of it” he chuckled when he saw your eyes widen and then surprised you by landing his fingers sharply against your clit

“Ah!”

“Like that?”

“Yeah. Do it again” you begged

He smacked your pussy again and you couldn't help the loud moan. If there were any other residents in this hotel wing, though you doubted it, they were in for a show even if just audibly. He pushed you higher on the sunbed so that your torso was more upright “Pull m’hair. Love the pain, too”

You grabbed a lock and twisted it around your finger before tugging at it sharply and he ground his cock even harder against your throbbing cunt. You were beginning to think you really were going to come from that alone, and soon.

Watching him roll his eyes to the back of his head with each tug had you pull on it with both hands. Not enough to cause any breakage but definitely enough to make it sting.

He then tapped his cock rapidly against your clit and your heart rate escalated quickly “Ohh!!”

“C’mon, kitten. Come for me so that I can fuck you good. Come for me, beautiful, c’mon!” he commanded with one last smack to your clit using his hand and you arched right off the sunbed. You shrieked at the intensity but before you could even make sense of any of it you felt his lips wrap around your clit and he sucked intently, prolonging your orgasm considerably. He didn’t let up, even when you came down from your high, and even though your hands made their way back into his hair to try and pull him away from you, that wasn’t working in your favor as it only spurred him on.

You were definitely overly stimulated but after a few moments of discomfort you quickly skyrocketed into another fastly approaching orgasm “Oh my God! Oh God!”

To that he sunk a finger deep inside of you and pumped intently, his mouth never leaving your clit and you barely had time to register what was happening- you were coming again, faster and definitely harder.

He finally sat back on his heels, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand “Guess you did burst, didn’t you, kitten?”

You looked at him through hazy eyes and as the realization slowly hit you he was grabbing your thighs from under your knees, scooting you back lower on the sunbed “My turn” he bit his lower lip as he raised an eyebrow. He positioned himself at your entrance and stopped just before he nudged inside, adding with a smirk “M’Harry by the way. Just so you know what name to scream for this next part”.

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Lhh and y/n got matched for a penpal thing back at school. It's been years now since they've written- y/n had pretty well forgotten all about him- when out of the blue he reaches out through social media: he's moving to her city and doesn't know anyone. Maybe they should meet up?

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in which you and Harry got matched for a penpal thing back in middle school (but it’s been 10 years now since you’ve last corresponded and you’ve pretty much forgotten all about him)- when out of the blue he reaches out through social media: he’s moving to your city and doesn’t know anyone. you meet at the local county fair and things… escalate quickly

A wish come true- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings / alternatively, read on wattpad

A wish come true (word count: 5k)

You stared at your phone, blinking a few times but somehow, what you were looking at appeared to be very… real.

The name you’d immediately recognized. How could you not? You’d handwritten that name down so many times. You’d always secretly admired his fancy name. You wished yours could be so… posh. But, alas, you were american and he was british and that pretty much said it all.

But you hadn’t read his name or even thought about it in… years!

When you got a notification on facebook telling you that you had a message from someone outside your list of friends you almost didn’t check it out. Usually it was either spam or just weirdos that you had no mutual friends with that wanted to strike up a conversation (eek!). But when you saw the name, you immediately froze in place. You were walking home from work and you literally stopped in the middle of the street, causing someone to bump right into you, someone that probably hadn’t expected for you to come to a sudden halt.

You could see his name and right next to it, in a little tiny square, his profile photo and your heart just momentarily stopped beating.

You stepped to the side, in order for pedestrians to not have to make a beeline around you and even sat on the low fence in front of a building. Wow. You were finally going to find out, after all these years, what Harry Styles looked like.

Harry Styles.

Your english penpal you’d been assigned in school when you were 12. The boy you’d corresponded with for 3 years before you began highschool.

Back when people still wrote handwritten letters, before social media or even before you’d made an email account! For most of your classmates, this penpal thing was a pain in the ass, a chore. But for you and Harry it’d been fun. You’d both really clicked, enjoyed writing to each other, and you surprisingly had a lot in common for a couple of preadolescent kids of different genders, no less! That was pretty uncommon at an age where boys thought girls were “ewww” and still watched cartoons and girls only cared about boybands and whose breasts were bigger amongst their friends.

You liked Harry because he was funny, he made no grammar mistakes (as far as you could tell, anyway), had nice penmanship and always asked you lots of questions.

Letters took forever to reach him, and then the ones he’d send you back took forever to reach you, but whenever you had a letter in the mail and your parents told you it was from Harry your heart would jump in your throat.

You’d had a crush on him for the longest time. You had no idea what he looked like. Never even thought of asking for a photo! Which you could have, come to think of it now, but for some reason it just never occurred to you. But you just knew he had to be cute. Namely because, you knew- all british boys were cute. It was an unspoken rule. Prince Harry and William? Cute. David Beckham? Cute. Those were the only ones you knew of back then, but they surely must’ve made for a good enough representative sample.

You’d corresponded for about 3 years until you both started highschool and you were suddenly way too busy to keep it up, until you ended up only writing for holidays and eventually stopped altogether. You couldn’t even remember who was the last one to write. You’d genuinely forgotten all about him.

And now, there he was. In your inbox. His tiny profile pic just waiting for you to press on it and finally see what he looked like.

Sure, you were now both 25. A whole decade had passed since you’d last heard from each other. But, still, seeing that little notification brought back the same butterflies you used to feel whenever your mom told you “Your price wrote!”. She liked teasing you that he was a prince solely because he was from the UK and therefore, somehow, he must’ve been royalty, a distant relative to the royal family maybe- but of noble blood nonetheless. You always used to roll your eyes and tell her he was not royalty (you knew for certain, because you’d asked him, and was sorely disappointed when he replied back telling you that he was certainly not), and then try to hide your excitement until you’d get to your room where you opened up his letters with trembling fingers and a fluttering heart.

It was with a fluttering heart and, well, a trembling thumb that you finally pressed on his pic and were led to his facebook profile. As curious as you were to read his message, you needed to get this out of the way first and finally satisfy your curiosity.

When you saw his enlarged profile photo you ceased breathing altogether for a good few moments before you inhaled sharply, gaining some composure.

Jesus Christ.

Nothing, nothing could’ve prepared you for this.

You raised your head, looking away from your phone, shoulders slumping. After a few deep breaths your eyes went back to the screen and you squinted your eyes, bringing it closer to your face. How was he real? Was this a cruel joke the universe was playing on you?

He wasn’t even hot, that was an understatement. He was a freaking Adonis. This guy, this guy was the boy you used to talk to back when you were 12? The one you used to spend hours imagining what he must’ve looked like? The one you used to fantasize marrying in a palace in England (yeah, yeah, he wasn’t a prince, whatever)? The one whose last name you used to write next to your first name at the end of all your notebooks, practicing your new signature and imagining introducing yourself as such? The one… you imagined the first time you touched yourself and made yourself feel good?

This was him.

Holy smokes.

You kept staring at the picture. You realized you now couldn’t even remember what you’d imagined him looking like all those years ago. But yeah, it all added up. He’d told you what he looked like in his introductory letter: curly hair, green eyes, dimples, bunny teeth, lanky. And sure enough. It was all there. But there was certainly nothing “cute” about him.

Yeah, he held a playful glint in his eyes. But also danger. And excitement. And raw sex appeal. And you’d not been ready for it.

His hair was curly, sure, but it was long. His eyes were green but his gaze was intense. His dimples were prominent but they only made that sly smirk look even hotter. And his lankiness had translated into broad shoulders, legs that looked like they went on for miles, long, thick fingers, toned tattoo-clad arms and an half buttoned down shirt that gave you a peek of his well defined pectoral muscles as well as a few more tattoos.

You honestly couldn’t have known for how long you’d been sitting on the edge of that fence, but you suddenly realized you hadn’t even read his message.

When you finally opened it, it read <<Hi, Y/N! Harry here, hope you still remember me! If not this might prove a bit embarrassing, also, there are a few Y/N L/N from San Diego on facebook so I took a wild guess and chose the prettiest of the bunch. So if you’ve never had a british penpal in middle school, sorry; but you’re still hot and live in San Diego, and I’m moving there, so, hi! ;) But I’m really hoping this is *the* Y/N. Let me know :) >>

You read that over and over again. He was moving to San Diego??? Why??? How??? When???

He’d sent you the message 17 days ago, and only just saw the notification now since you really weren’t big on social media anymore. So you decided not to waste any more time:<<Well, if it isn’t *the* Harry Styles. After all these years! Excited to hear from you, old friend! What brings you to San Diego?! And yes hahah, it is me>>

<<Hmmm. Gotta be sure, though. What’s my middle name?>>

You blinked, since he replied back almost instantaneously <<Wow, I’m not used to hearing back from you so soon lol. It’s me, Edward :P>>

<<Wow. It really is you. I’m grinning like crazy, people are looking at me like I’m mental ahaha. And to answer your question. My job offered me a position in the US, and it was a choice between New York and California, and when they told me it was San Diego, California, I jumped the gun. Not everyday a bloke gets to make a childhood wish come true eh?>>

<<Honestly I saw your message while walking back home from work and I’ve been standing here in the middle of the street staring at your profile for God knows how long. I’m not even ashamed to admit it>>

<<Ahahah good. I was beginning to feel a bit bashful for feeling so excited to finally have you reply to my message! But as nice as it is outside today I’m sure you’re dying to get home already, so hit me up when you do, alright?>>

<<You’re here already?!>>

<<Yeah :)>>

You squealed, actually causing a few heads to turn which reminded you of where you were and you finally resumed your way back home, all giddy.

*

“How was your day?” your mom asked from the kitchen as you rushed upstairs after greeting her

“Good!” you couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice so it was no surprise to you when you heard her come after you upstairs

“Oh? Did Sam call?”

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t even wanna hear about your stupid ex today

“Mom. Stop asking me about him. We’re over. Why can’t you accept that?”

“Well then, what happened? You’re all flustered”

You looked at her, biting your lip and then fished out your phone from your bag. You realized you hadn’t accepted his friend request yet so you did that first, and then went to his photos. You resisted the urge to look at the rest of them and showed your mom his profile pic instead.

She pushed her glasses further up her nose and looked at the screen intently “My, my. And who might this be? Looks like trouble…” she couldn't help but mumble the last bit earning a squint from you

“He’s… my prince” you grinned at her, stupidly

She furrowed her brows “Y/N… I don’t know who this man is, but… don’t you think you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself? You only just came out of a 2 year relationship…”

“First of all” you grunted, snatching the phone away from her “I didn’t just get out of my relationship with Sam, we broke up 4 months ago. Second of all… mom… he’s him. Harry. My british penpal? Remember?”

You watched as realization slowly dawned on your mother, her expression morphing into one of excitement and shock “Get out! Lemme see him again!” she snatched the phone back and you giggled “Goodness! He’s a looker! Never would have guessed!”

“What?! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I just mean, englishmen aren’t exactly known for their good looks”

You scoffed “Excuse you? Where did you come up with that? On the contrary! Never mind that… but can you believe it? After all these years, I finally get to put a face to his name. And best of all is that he’s moved here!”

“He what?”

“Yeah! That’s why he looked me up! He got a job opportunity in San Diego and immediately thought of me and decided to look me up and reach out!”

“Are you gonna meet him?”

“Of course!” you then froze “Wait. I mean. I think I am? He didn’t exactly ask to meet me…”

“Don’t be silly! Of course he wants to, why else would he have reached out? God, Y/N! That’s so exciting! You finally get to meet your childhood friend! Oh, I remember how happy you always were to receive his letters, I swear they made your face light up. It was so cute! And he genuinely seemed like such a nice boy. Certainly didn’t expect him to look like that though.”

You laughed “Like what?! And I mean, he certainly didn’t look like that when we were corresponding, obviously. Ok. He asked me to message him when I got back home. I’ll let you know” that was your mom’s queue to leave and thankfully she did without you having to ask her to.

You weren’t really used to living at home anymore. You’d lived in a dorm at uni and then moved in with Sam and you’d only just moved back home when you broke up with him. So this was still an adjustment and you were planning on getting your own place but finding decent rent was proving a tad more difficult than you’d anticipated. You certainly didn’t enjoy living with your parents at 25 but you didn’t necessarily hate it, either. It was more the feeling that you had to take a step back that bothered you. That and them being their usual nosey selves.

<<Ok. I made it home. So how long have you been in town?>>

<<Not long enough to know my way around it. Maybe you could show me?>>

You bit your lower lip. You could have totally been reading too much into it, but you didn’t care at this point. You really felt compelled to give this your best shot. You somehow felt like you’d just won the lottery and you only had a short timeframe in which you could claim your prize

<<Ok. I’ll play the tour guide. Incidentally, there’s a very popular fair ongoing this weekend. We could start there if you like>>

<<This weekend, meaning starting today?>>

You grinned stupidly as his message popped up in the chat box <<Yeah, starting this evening>>

<<Great. It’s a date! Where should I pick you up?>>

Your breath caught. This was real, and it was just now hitting you. You’d be meeting him today. Not to mention, a date???! You squealed for the second time that day and you were certain you were well over the acceptable age for doing so. That being said, you weren’t about to meet him for the first time at your front door, no. And have it be awkward till you got there, God forbid? Hell, no. <<Let’s meet at the gates there, see if we can recognize eachother based solely on our facebook pics. A little social experiment, if you will ahaha>>

<<Oh yeah, no. That’s just a pic of my favorite actor>> You momentarily froze until you saw him type in his next message <<Wow, don’t tell me you really believed that. You know me better than that, Y/N. Tsk tsk…>>

You sent him an😅 emoji but still went back to his profile and checked his other pics and it was even more unnerving seeing him from different angles, in different instances like an actual living, breathing, real man.

<<Did you just check? 😂>>

<<Oh shut up. Meet you there at 7pm?>>

<<Alright. Can’t wait :)>>

You smiled like a loon, going back to stare at his pics some more and also find out more about him from his bio. You were surprised to see he was a photographer, but apparently he wasn’t a freelancer since he mentioned his company relocated him for work.

Ok, ok. No more snooping. You wanted to be surprised, if you were being honest. You already were beyond surprised, actually. And besides, you had to figure out what you were wearing to the fair, on your date with your… prince. Queue dreamy sigh. And why the hell not? This was definitely up there with any fairytale you’d ever read.

*

You got there 5 minutes late, you didn’t wanna seem desperate after all, and you may have told the uber driver to take his time just to make sure you didn’t get there early.

The place was packed, of course, so your heart was pounding as your eyes scanned the crowd at the gates, trying to find him. Turns out spotting a 6 foot man wasn’t all that hard especially if he had long hair and was devastatingly handsome, and when you zeroed in on him you realized he’d been watching you all along as he stood there with his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket, a sly smirk on his face and a faraway look in his eyes.

He started walking his way up towards you as you closed in the distance between the two of you yourself, and you met halfway, both mirroring each other’s smile “Hi” you quipped

“Hello” shit, was he british “Can’t believe I finally get to meet you” he added, his dimples deepening and you absolutely couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming all over his features

“You really do have bunny teeth” you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to facepalm yourself but it was too late, he was already chuckling

“You remembered that?” he furrowed his brows slightly, smilingly, his eyes roaming all over your face too, taking you in

“Of course. I used to re-read your letters till you’d send me the next one. I remember everything you’ve ever told me” you shrugged. Hopefully, this didn’t sound weird. You were kids, after all. Surely he could relate?

He nodded “Yeah, I used to do that too. Go figure”

“So, do I look anything like you were expecting? ‘Cause I sure as hell wasn’t expecting… this” you gestured, head to toe and he laughed

“Hope you’re not too disappointed” he raised an eyebrow as you two started walking amongst the crowds of fairgoers

“Not at all. Somehow everything you ever told me about yourself still stands, which is pleasantly surprising”

He hummed, nodding “Well, I didn’t expect you to be this pretty, if I’m being honest”

You gasped “I don’t know whether to feel flattered or insulted right now”

“‘M just being honest” he shrugged, a shy smile on his lips “Definitely extremely pleasantly surprised” he raised an eyebrow

You sighed, trying to hide your grin “Well, I’m gonna choose to ignore the fact that all that time you thought I was ugly”

“I never said that” he clarified “Of course I imagined you were nice looking, but never dreamt I’d one day meet you and you’d be… like this”

You furrowed your brows “Like what?”

“.... Fucking gorgeous”

You just stared at him for a moment, your gazes locking until you finally couldn’t handle the intensity and broke eye contact like a coward, tucking a stray hairlock behind your ear and clearing your throat “So, uhm. What have you been up to all these years? I don’t know how we ever lost touch”

“I do” he laughed incredulously. “‘Twas when you started dating that… what was it… Robert fellow”

You furrowed your eyebrows, slowing down till you came to a halt and he followed suit “What, you mean Brad? Oh my God. You’re right. I totally didn’t realize... “

“Yeah” you both resumed walking aimlessly amongst the crowd “You told me about it in your last letter, I wrote you back… and then I never heard from you again”

“Oh my gosh. Wow. That was really shitty of me” you widened your eyes looking out into space

“Yeah, it was. My first heartbreak”

You laughed at that but then you caught his eye and you ceased laughing “No way. Really? Get out!”

He shrugged, his hands still in his pockets “Had to happen sooner or later, I guess. Else I’d have probably still been a virgin, pinning over this girl all the way across the ocean” he laughed a humorless laugh and you laughed back but you wondered just how hurt he’d really felt back then. Had it been him to “ghost” you like that, you’d have probably felt pretty shitty yourself.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I didn’t realize, to be honest. In fact when I saw your message today I tried to remember the last time we corresponded and couldn’t figure out why we’d ever stopped. I hadn’t even put two and two together. But that thing with… that Brad guy, was just a stupid… whatever it was. We never even kissed. It wasn’t that. I just got super busy with highschool, like, I wasn’t expecting the workload”

“Y/N” he chuckled. “Relax. It’s alright. Whatever your motives, we couldn’t be penpals for ever, could we? Someone had to rip the band aid off. Had we said our goodbyes it would’ve been lamer. This way I at least got to romanticize the idea of having had an impossible long distance romance, fate brought us together but then separated us and all that jazz. Made for some good stories, the ladies ate it up”

You threw your head back, laughing “Oh, no! You’re the worst! Well looks like fate had more in store for us” you nudged his shoulder playfully and the corner of his lips immediately quirked up as he half smiled at you from beneath his long eyelashes and you knew that Harry definitely hadn’t needed that sob story to get the ladies hooked, they’d probably been fawning over him all along “Wanna get cotton candy?”

“Please”

Cotton candy in tow, you resumed your aimless walking “This fair is nothing like I expected it to be, either”

“How so?”

“It’s just… a lot bigger compared to what I’m used to back home. But then again, most things are”

“Yeah, we get that a lot from europeans. You put it nicely compared to what I’ve heard so far, though”

“Well, I am on my best behavior tonight. Complete gentleman” he raised his eyebrows

“Just be yourself. I know you” you smiled and he smiled back

“Alright. Duly noted” he winked and you could feel yourself blush, realizing he may have interpreted that a tad differently than what you’d intended, but you didn’t mind it in the slightest.

“Merry go round?”

“Thought you’d never ask”

As with the cotton candy, Harry insisted on paying and you then hopped onto your seat.

You couldn’t help but shrink into the seat a bit when you started gaining altitude and Harry gave you a pointed look “Y/N, are you afraid of heights by any chance?” he hummed playfully

“Maybe a tiny bit”

He laughed “Why’d you suggest the merry go round then?”

“I mean, everything here revolves around heights. And coming to the fair was my idea”

He placed his arm around your shoulders, pressing you to his side securely “Hey. It’s alright. You’re safe with me” you were shaking, you hadn’t even realized

“I’m just… a bit chilly”

He wanted to remove his hand from around your shoulders and you grabbed it, holding it with both hands against your chest “I was only going to give you my denim jacket”

“Maybe when we get back down”

He chuckled “Shit, you’re scared senseless aren’t you?”

“Just… distract me. Tell me something else, what else have you been doing all these years?”

“Want me to distract you?”

“Yeah--”

But you never got to finish your sentence. His other hand snuck under your chin, nudging your face upwards and he quickly bent to kiss you. You squeezed the hand you were holding with both of yours as you kissed him back and you literally felt like you were floating on air- and not just because you kind of literally were.

After getting acquainted with his incredibly soft lips properly, his tongue started licking your pillowy ones ever so gently, and his teeth began tugging at your lower one and before you knew it you were the one pushing your own tongue against his when he used it next and that’s when you really lost your mind. Harry kissed you in earnest, his mouth devouring yours and you felt as though it was one wrong move, and you’d both trip over the secure railing of your seat. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was having that kiss go on for as long as possible. His free hand came to rest on your naked knee, your sundress only covering half your thighs and he caressed your soft skin there in time with the thrusts of his tongue. His kiss was practiced, effortless and absolutely searing. Before you knew it, though, the ride came to a halt when you felt someone remove the barrier and you both had to unglue yourselves from the other as if woken up from a fever dream.

“Wow, that couldn’t have been three ride’s worth, surely”

“What? You paid for three rides?”

“Yeah. How come everything is bigger but shorter, here, huh? How’s that for an oxymoron”

You laughed “Oh ok, no need to use posh words, you’ve impressed me already”

He nodded “Have I, then?”

“I’d say you have” you bit your lower lip and he leaned in for another kiss

“Cotton candy never tasted sweeter” he hummed against your lips

“That’s just american sweeteners, you’ll get used to that too” you giggled and you could feel him smiling against your lips. He then shrugged out of his denim jacket and placed it over your shoulders, as promised “Thanks” you actually put in on properly, it was getting kind of chilly, especially considering how hot and bothered you’d gotten after those kisses

“How about we skip the tall rides?”

You pouted “Is this your way of telling me you’ll not be distracting me anymore?”

“Gotta say, I’m loving this surprise factor more and more by the minute”

“Likewise” you batted your eyelashes at him a bit then pointed to the right “Bumper cars?” Harry grimaced and you worried “What’s wrong?”

“I know you said I could just be myself but I’m afraid if I show you my competitive side you’re gonna bolt”

You laughed whole heartedly at that one “Bring your A game, then. You haven’t seen my competitive side either”

His eyebrows shot up at that “Game on, then”

And game on it was. You each seized your own bumper car, Harry wouldn’t tell you for how many rounds he paid, and you proceeded to corner the other and to deliver the worst hits possible. Harry really wasn’t holding back, worrying his lower lip between his teeth and sporting that scowl you noticed he had on everytime he was contemplating something. And it was so hot that you could barely focus on kicking his ass.

When he stood up after the 5th round you whined loudly “Nooooo! It was rigged! I demand a recount! Another round! You did this on purpose! I bet you paid for another round but you’re ending this now so that the score is in your favor!”

He walked towards you with a huge grin plastered on his stupid smirking face, holding out his hand to help you out of your bumper car “Don’t be a sore loser, sweetheart. I won. Fair and square”

“Fair and square my foot!” you refused his hand, slightly stumbling your way out of the bumper car arena and onto the grass. He chased after you, finally catching up and grabbing you by the waist from behind

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” he plastered his lips against the shell of your ear “Winner gets a prize. Them’s the rules”

“Oh… go fuck yourself!” you grunted, frustratedly

“I’d rather you did” he hummed, biting your earlobe and you melted against him forgetting all about your childish tantrum over who won.

You gasped in mock surprise “That’s not very gentlemanly at all”

“I know” he roamed his hands down your sides over your thighs “I’m just heeding your advice, remember? You’re the one who told me to just be myself. I like this dress. Even got pockets” he pointed out, pushing his hands inside said pockets and you gasped again feeling his fingers now hovering just slightly over the front of your damp panties, only the fabric of the inside of the pockets and your lingerie between you.

“I guess I had it coming, then. What prize did you have in mind?”

“Can I show you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek in anticipation “Yes?...”

He started kissing down your neck, holding you flush against his front and to any passerby you probably just looked like a couple of lovebirds having a cute cuddle, his face buried in your hair. And everyone seemed to be so engrossed with the fair rides that you were sure nobody even cared about what you two were up to, between rides on the grass away from the main strip.

When he sucked in the delicate skin of your neck and you gasped, he finally ghosted his fingers against your core and you shuddered “Harry…”

“Shh. I’m here. I got you” You grabbed onto his bicep, feeling his muscles flex as he traced his fingertips up and down your folds through the fabric “Gonna make a mess of this dress, aren’t you sweet girl?”

“Fuck!”

He chuckled biting at your earlobe again “You’re gonna get us caught. Or is that what you want? Do you want people to see? Want them to see me make you feel good in the middle of this fair?” he applied pressure to your clit and your knees buckled but he held you upright “Who would’ve known such a sweet little thing could be so dirty? Hm?”

He was working your clit masterfully, even through all that fabric and you knew you’d have to bite your tongue to keep quiet. You were completely out of your mind with lust. His proximity, the way he smelled, the way he felt hard and taught against your soft body, the way he held you and, most of all, the way he kissed and touched you were doing inexplicable things to you. You’d never felt like this for anyone, ever before. And this was Harry. You knew him, but you didn’t know him. You felt safe with him like you would with an old friend, but you also felt the excitement of meeting someone for the first time. When he applied just the right amount of pressure and you arched your back slightly, he ground against your ass, letting you know exactly how much what he was doing to you turned him on and it was the last straw. He sucked on your pulse point just as you came violently against his fingers, hoping upon hope that you weren’t being too obvious to anyone that might’ve watched the two of you and you could feel him smiling against the skin of your neck.

“Let’s see what other games I can win at. Would love to taste some more of that american sweetener you mentioned earlier” he winked at you as you looked at him from underneath heavy eyelids trying to regain your composure, your eyes widening when you finally realized what he was referring to and you could already imagine him going down on you behind a trailer somewhere.

Suddenly losing to him sounded wildly tempting, but you were also dying to claim your prizes as well.

Either way, it was a win-win.

He fished out a polaroid camera out of the pockets of his denim jacket you were wearing, took a pic of you and hummed watching it develop rapidly “Not that I could ever forget that, but I wanna look at this and picture you exactly as you are now”

“And how is that?”

“...Like a wish come true”

Through the viewfinder

A/N: sooooo. this happened, again. yeah i'm wrapping this up at 6:30 am. you can let me have it, i deserve it. my inbox is full, i promised a concept night, i only fished out 3 last weekend and promised this weekend i'd go through all of them and in stead, i manage just the one. i'm sorry. i just can't write short pieces 🤷‍♀️i'm also extremely tempted to turn this one into a miniseries too 💀💀💀 (later edit: i did, i linked it just now, Through the viewfinder ) i'm incorrigible. hope you enjoyed though 💋

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