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In The Woods- Scarred

Hello my loves! I know it took a while but here is the second part to scarred. I'm unsure if I'm going to do a lot more with them besides some blurbs but that could change :)

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warnings- mention of anxiety, scarring, bullying, halloween, exhibitionism, mask/makeup kink, unprotected sex, degradation, slight fear play(??)

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Harry was shy. 

Y/n hadn't expected that stunning revelation in the time that she knew him, but without the layer of makeup? The man was cute. Fucking adorable, even, because he was a blushy mess.

It was apparent how Harry did have some issues with doubting himself and that just wasn’t going to cut it with Y/N. She knew that his anxiety was valid, that he had gone through things that made him think the way he did, but it only gave her a challenge she was more than up for. Flirting with him, making it apparent how absolutely gorgeous he was to her, and making him blush. 

His trust had been one of the most precious things she had ever been handed and she wasn’t going to do anything to put that into jeopardy. When she arrived back at work when people saw them arrive together, she had been bombarded with questions about him. What he looked like, how he was outside of work, but they got no answer other than ‘handsome’. When asked if she had any images, she blankly stared at the group. Of course she didn’t take any photos, because why would she betray his trust like that? 

‘He doesn’t want to share and he’s a private person. We’re dating and I got to see a part of him he doesn’t feel comfortable sharing here, and I’m not going to betray his trust for some gossip.’ 

Y/N’s mom-like scolding had them backing off, but she could see Harry lingering off to the side with a smirk on his face as he adjusted his costume. Droplets of fake blood crackled a little when he met her eyes in the mirror. He was pleased with her.

She didn’t even know how much it meant to him. To have a safe person. She sung his praises without giving anything away and to be honest? He had been shocked at how well she’d handled constant prodding from overly curious and downright nosy coworkers. They’d all quiet down or walk away when he came over but Y/N would remain there, standing pretty and smiling at him as he approached. 

“Got eaten alive?” He murmured, helping fluff her purposely messy hair. “Poor thing. Nosy fuckers they are, hm?” The tone of voice was low, just for the two of them to hear. She could see his dimple under the makeup, making her want to poke at it but she refrained. It wasn’t the time. 

“Yeah. S’a shame. Eating me is your job.” A coy glance made him stiffen for a second before he clicked his tongue, shaking his head at his girl’s antics. She’s been shameless this whole time. Their established relationship had gone on 2 weeks now but they’d kept it under wraps, all the while she would follow him home or vice versa. Their sex wasn’t stuck to one place anymore, and Harry took full advantage of the positions he could get her in a proper bed or bent over a kitchen counter. Adventurous sex had been a new one for him, and he was taking full advantage. 

“It is, isn’t it?” He sighed. “Shame I couldn’t do it before we came. M’starved.” Painted fingers pulled her in by the corseted waist, letting her lean back to peer at him. “I expect a three course meal after we leave. Maybe four, but I know we’ve been working on getting you there. Maybe tonight will be the night, hm?” 

Another new revelation in their blooming relationship was how utterly obsessed her new boyfriend was with giving her pleasure. Orgasms galore, so much so that she felt a near constant state of sensitivity- but she couldn’t complain. Not when she reaped the benefits of his generous nature. She found his mouth or hands in her more often than not, and if there would be no repercussions there was no doubt in her mind that Harry would crawl on the floor and under her skirt to give her an orgasm before they went out to the attraction- but alas, consequences would be fierce. 

“Let’s keep it calm, big boy.” Her hand smoothed over his chest, patting the warmth of it. “Three is more than enough, but it depends on how good you scare the people tonight.” 

Harry with his chainsaw, it was some sort of foreplay. How he got into a mindset and plotted scares, she could watch form across the way as he revved up the machine and made people sprint. He’d choose the victim of a scare and follow them around for a bit, making them uneasy, all while cornering them closer to Y/N’s section- letting them in for a double haunt that would leave people screeching. 

Realistically, Y/N it was the adrenaline and endorphins, but seeing her boyfriend- yes, she still did a little squeak in her head every time she thought the word- be so good at the job, seeing mid shift when his hair fell slightly in his face and that one curl went over his forehead, she was ready to jump him by the end of the night. He’d find his way over to her a few times a night, brush her dress with his fingers and give her a wink whenever she caught his view, wordlessly promising whatever the hell he wanted afterwards. It was hard to keep her cool when there was something so sexy about seeing him in this sort of element. Confident and hot, she loved watching him know people were both attracted and in fear of him. 

“You know I love a challenge.” He purred, already finding his groove. “Maybe it will be my most terrifying night yet. If you’re the prize at the end of the line, I’m going to give it my all.” Of course he was turning on the charm now, making her flush under her own makeup. He was suave when he did it here, but she knew when they left and the makeup was off he would be a little less smooth with it. A bit more clumsy, and she adored both sides of him. 

“I’ll hold it to you, sir.” She replied, leaning up to leave a little peck on his lips before brushing past him. It was time to see just how bad he wanted it.

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Harry had a point to prove. That much was obvious, watching the glint in his eyes as he stalked past her after his current scare. She was doing her own haunt, which was a lot more different than Harry’s stalk and follow approach. Y/N was more of a jump scare sort of thing, waiting for them to get closer and act just a bit off before deciding to scream and lunge at them. 

His chainsaw hung by his side as he brushed past her, pinning her with his glare. It was full of promise. He was doing incredible tonight, a bit ruthless with his scares and getting people screaming and running. Y/N stayed in her assigned area whereas he had more room to move around, so he was moving them towards her. The guests were shaking, some in particular crying, and she knew that she was most definitely going to be breaking personal scare records tonight. 

It was incredible to watch. With the challenge being given of making it a scarier night and the reward being access to her, he took it seriously. Showing off for her, sending more guests her way for a second half of his scare. He’d loved to watch her get into it, screeching in their faces and going back to acting like nothing happened right afterwards. Y/N was his little devil, his vampire queen, and little did the people know that the bruises underneath the fake blood were all too real, from him. The adrenaline from the scares, the promise of what was to come and the heated glances between the two had him half hard his entire shift, eager to get back to his place to take her- if he could last that long. 

Harry did his best to behave as they went backstage. Keeping his hands to himself, he changed privately and came back out with his leather jacket hanging on his shoulder, a predatory gaze on her while she socialized. He knew she was stalling, teasing as she slowly wiped away the show makeup and fake blood on her skin and neck. Taking her grand old time to hang up her costume and gossip about a group of particularly obnoxious guests they’d had tonight, a school group that had been the worst kind. Teenage boys who tried to ‘scare’ the scare actors. Harry had been the one to scare the shit out of them, following them around and popping out randomly to make them scream. It’d been a good night.

She just needed to stop stalling. His cock was thickening as he watched her cotton pad wipe away the pale makeup, exposing her natural skin and the marks he left remaining on her throat. Her tank top clung to her and the shorts she had worn in were a temptation even before now, his neediness showing when he’d whined when she walked out of his bathroom with them on. It was torture. Y/N had the upper hand here, but she would lose it as soon as they were alone.

As people filtered out and Y/N threw her bag over her shoulder, Harry emerged from the shadowy hall he was hiding in to wrap his arm around her shoulder. His girl jumped before scoffing, nudging him as she let him know how she felt. “You know, I should probably be concerned about how you like to watch me like a stalker after our shifts, but it arouses me instead.” She sighed, admitting the unfortunate truth. She liked feeling his eyes on her, knowing he was thinking about what was to come. 

His makeup was still on, his green eyes exposed instead of the contacts he wore during his scares. It was also probably concerning how much she enjoyed it, but she figured it was akin to having a bit of a mask kink. Roleplay in a sense. Prior to getting to see his natural face, she had only seen the makeup get slightly smudged from the sweat and her mouth, but it was applied there with a firmness most women must be envious of. He had to have gotten the best shit there was. Sometimes she watched from the counter as he applied it with practiced ease, watching the skeletal makeup engulf and change his face. It was like watching him get into character. When the makeup was off, he was a bit more of a shyer boy with her. A little needy and clingy, soft spoken and tender touches. Sweet like honey, gooey and easy to break. With the makeup on? His disguise gave him a filthy amount of confidence, one that had him falling into that dominant, cocky nature she also adored. 

“Eh. You like to be chased and thrown around a bit.” He shrugged, his hand swinging with hers as he made his way to his car. “Don’t think there's anything necessarily wrong with enjoying how your boyfriend admires and follows you around. Especially when you know what lies ahead for you.” There it was. The cockiness that made him smirk, the moonlight hitting him just right so she could see the imprint of his dimple.  

“Mmm.” She hummed, following him slightly from behind. The parking lot was basically empty, but it wasn’t empty enough for his plans. Plus, he didn’t know what sort of security lay in hiding- so he was thinking about his options. He wanted to play tonight. Play a bit more than usual. They only had another week left of this job before they settled into normal life again, the season ending relatively soon. 

Harry helped her into the car, taking her duffle and his own bag to throw in the backseat before fishing his keys from his pocket and sliding into the driver's seat. Turning it into the ignition, he kept his eyes on the road as he began to drive off in the opposite direction of his house. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

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Y/N hadn’t known what the surprise was, but she sure as fuck got nervous when the car turned onto a wooded path. She trusted Harry, but she was unsure what the fuck could possibly be up this path that only seemed to wind upwards on an incline. He ignored her questioning, squeezing her thigh and told her it was fine as he smirked. She wasn’t truly distressed but her heart was beating harder as they made it up to an empty gravel parking lot at the top of the hill. 

Her nerves died down as her eyes widened, looking at the view. It was a perfect view of the lake and town below them. She’d never heard of this spot, but she definitely was a fan. He parked somewhat in the middle, letting them look out at the twinkling stars and the town below them, the boats bobbing on the water. The night was cool and he left the windows up to preserve some of the heat when he turned the car off and backed his chair up the most it could go. 

“Never got to fool around the way most people did in school. Know this is a local spot where people come to play… and I know about your exhibition streak.” His hand stroked her bare skin, turned to look at her. “So I figured… Why not now?”

That’s how she ended up on his lap, hands in his hair as he held both sides of her ass. Squeezing, kneading, playing with her like his own personal toy, Harry was enjoying it thoroughly as she gently rocked on top of him. His mouth was greedy for her own, surely smudging some of the black and white makeup onto her skin but she didn’t care. Sitting on his thicker thighs, letting him touch her as he pleased, she was only focused on how good it felt to kiss him. 

“Such a pretty girl.” He mumbled as his lips went down her neck. “D’you know how happy it makes me to know they all know you’re mine?” It more than pleased him. Harry had never been as proud of having a girlfriend as he was with Y/N. She genuinely liked him, she saw both sides and didn’t prefer either one. Instead, she embraced him and went with his sometimes erratic flow, never seeming to mind. 

“They’re jealous.” She replied, leaning her head back as his mouth worked over the sensitive skin. His teeth nipped, of course, lips attaching to suck another mark she could hide with her hair as she continued. “Jealous I’ve got you. Some act happy but… they ask how I managed to get to know you. Said you never hooked up with anyone before me… And that makes me very happy.” Y/N had a possessive streak of her own, something that Harry fucking loved. He loved watching her pride when she walked with him, both in and out of makeup, and watching the slight irritation she had when people dug a little too deep into wanting to know about them. They never knew Harry was watching from the shadows, almost always following his girl around from a distance. She knew, though. She would shoot him looks to where she thought he was hiding, making him like her even more. 

“Know it does, my possessive girl. You don’t like t’share, hm?” He purred as he pulled back from the fresh mark. “Pretend to complain about the marks I leave on you but you leave ‘em out so they can see. You like them knowing you’re satisfied. Love that they know I’m the one fucking you.” It sent tingles up his spine knowing that. He’d been so used to people being ashamed of him that seeing her be so protective of him was just as arousing as it was heartwarming. 

His fingers strayed from her ass to find the waistband of those pesky little shorts, sliding them down so he had full access to her. He didn’t see her usual pantie line when she’d emerged from the changing booth and he was proven correct as she gasped. “Look at you. Naughty thing, walking around without panties… Why’s that? Thought you loved it when I stuffed them in that pretty mouth to shut you up.” He cooed, sliding one hand down to her cunt, cupping it to make her gasp. 

“I-I wanted it to be easier for you. You were teasing me all night and they were ruined anyway.” It wasn’t something she’d admit to anyone else, but the scaring with Harry aroused her. She loved making people scream, loved watching her boyfriend do the same with no fear in his eyes. Loved even more so when he moved them into her scare zone and helped her out with one. Then he had been following her around with that glint in his eye, always fucking watching her. Y/N loved it, loved that he was always there. There was probably a psychological reason, but all she knew was that her poor underwear had been soaked through. 

“Oh?” He chuckled under his breath. “Should’ve known. You do tend to be a mess when we scare together. Even more than when I just follow you around. Something’s wrong with us, hm? But we don’t care.” He pressed his lips to hers as his thumb found her clit, humming as she gasped against his mouth. She was slippery and wet, his favorite way for her to be as he played with her, rubbing circles over the little swollen button. “No, you like when things are wrong. Like to be watched and followed by me until I bend you over in that dressing room and shove my hand down these slutty little shorts. You taunt and tease and then act surprised when I fuckin’ ruin you.” 

Y/N keened, rubbing herself against him as he moved his thumb on her. Everything he said was the truth so all she could do was nod. She’d been so worked up during the night that even this felt good enough to orgasm from, his rough circles and deep voice getting deep into her head and igniting the flames in her belly. 

“Yeah? Just nodding, can’t even deny it. Knew you wore those to spite me. You just love the idea of someone catching us. Filthy girl, I know you. Know what your body likes.” He rubbed a bit harder, feeling her lean further into him as he did so. “What part has you humping my hand like you’re in heat? Was it feeling my eyes on you all day? Having people be jealous of us? Scaring people?” Y/N couldn’t speak, just whining as she nodded. All of the above.  

Y/N would have been ashamed of how quickly she was about to cum if he hadn’t been tormenting her all night. Like he didn’t know how much those things got to her. Her nails dug into the man’s shoulders, breathing heavy as her mouth opened. “I’m gonna cum.” She warned, albeit in a whimpery tone. Harry loved when she talked like that. His thumb was strong and kept up the movements as they were, his hand holding the back of her neck to keep her forehead pressed to his. 

“Go ahead. Make a mess of my lap, sweetheart. Can’t believe how worked up you are.” He cooed. He could, actually. Considering he was just as wound up, he was throbbing inside of his pants but preferred her pleasure over his own. “C’mon, baby. Can feel it.” 

He could tell as she began to fall over the edge, her body moving to hold onto his harder and her head falling into his own as his thumb continued the movements to work her through it. She let out a desperate moan, shivering in his arms. Harry loved making her cum, it was one of his favorite things to do- and getting to see each thing, hear each moan, he was only feeding into the addiction. 

“There we go, my sweet girl.” He praised. “Just ride it out.” Harry soothed her as the orgasm began to die down, pulling his thumb away as soon as she needed a second to be sensitive and pulling it into his mouth with a hum. His whole hand was wet with her, but tasting her on his skin was another level of hot. 

Y/N knew he wasn’t done. Not in the slightest. Her hand found his jaw and pulled him back for a kiss, drooping on his lap as she kissed him hungrily. The taste of her was still slight on his tongue, making her search for more. Her hands went to his belt, Harry allowing her to undo it and slide it off- but stopped her when she got to the zipper.

“Want t’try something new with you.” He started, suddenly opening the car door and standing up with her in his grip. Her shorts fell off onto the ground but that was the least of her worries as he rounded the front, gently bending her over the hood of his car. The cold metal of the vehicle made her wince momentarily, but his warm palms ran over her immediately to try and make it up to her. The night was chilly but her body was hot from the arousal she felt, his body in between her thighs as she moved for him. 

“Want to take you just like this.” He explained, taking her wrists one by one and placing them to lay behind her back. “And I want you to scream for me. No one’s out here… No one can hear us- or maybe they can.” His hand gave a gentle smack to her ass as he teased. “Just let me take you out in the open. Would’ve done it in the parking lot at work but… Cameras.” He didn’t want anyone else seeing her on video. No, nothing except his own one day. He wanted to have a private folder of the filthy views he got to see, her creaming on his cock, her ass jiggling against his hips, her glossy eyes as he slipped as much as he could down her throat. He wanted to document the pleasure to look at as his own time.  He’d never had someone he liked so much, someone’s body he was so addicted to. 

“Okay, just fuck me.” She panted, wiggling her ass against him. “Just do it, please. Been waiting all night and I need you.” All of this was hotter than most things she dreamt of. Harry taking her out to a wooded clearing, ready to fuck her in his scary makeup over the hood of his car? It sounded like something out of a horror movie about to turn wrong, but she knew he liked her too much. He worshiped her in ways she didn't know possible. It was a fantasy come true. 

“Relax, baby.” He cooed. “Don’t think you should be making too many demands. Y’know I like to be in charge.” She stiffened for a moment as she felt the tip of his cock brush through her folds before arching herself back, whining coming from her throat as he moved back and forth over her clit. “I know you’re achy, know your cunt’s a greedy little thing. M’gonna give it to you but… I just wanted to see this.” He held her by the small of her back keeping her still as he finally began to push in. 

Y/N’s eyes watered as she felt the stretch of him. Relief. She’d been taunted and teased and Harry was finally giving her what they both wanted. He was slow as he did it, his eyes locked at the puffy lips of her cunt as it swallowed him up. Pushing in and taking his time despite a bit of squirming. The wet, spongy walls engulfed him and squeezed tight, spoiling him in the sensation. There was nothing quite like this- quite like her. It didn’t feel this good with anyone else, nor had he ever done it at a place like this. He wouldn’t want to feel it, no other pussy or hole would be as good for him as this one was. Part of it was their emotional connection, he was positive about that, but he swore they had been made for each other physically. Her cunt was made specifically for him to cum in, and his cock to pleasure her. 

Her mouth opened and she let out a moan as he pulled out a little to thrust back in. He could feel his hunger for her growing as he continued, his eyes locked on where they were joined. The light was dim but there was enough moonlight to see her arousal coating him, glistening as he pulled out and pushed back in. It was their warm up, going easy and teasing just a little bit more. 

“Harder, please.” Y/N bleated, trying to wriggle around but to no avail. Harry had her pinned, and she was at his mercy. It would be embarrassing how wet she was getting if she didn’t know how much he loved it. No doubt he was staring at it now, as he always seemed to be mesmerized at how good they looked together. “Please give me more. You’re bein’ mean.” 

Harry stopped, chuckling under his breath as he buried himself to the hilt, prick snug and warm inside of her. Caressing her back, he slid his hand up and down until he got to her ass, squeezing over it. “You think this is being mean to you, darling?” He murmured, grinding himself into her and smirking as he felt her gasp as his cock hit that sweet spot. “I think I’ve been quite nice. Gave you a chance to adjust, didn’t split you open and wreck you. But I should have known better… m’dealing with a needy slut.” His words hissed against her ear as he bent over the car with her, pressing his body into her. “That’s what I get for bein’ a nice boyfriend. What did you want, hm? Wanted that scary man back from work? Gets you wet, we both know. Watching me make people scream, but it's you who wants that. Nasty little whore wants to be ruined.” He pulled up, hand wrapping around the nape of her neck and pinning her back to the car after she tried to follow. “No. I was nice, but you want something else. Want me to show you mean, princess?” His opposite hand came down rough on her ass, making her yelp. “I’ll show you mean.” 

It was gloves off. Y/N should have known she was playing with fire, but she’d been desperate. Harry began to fuck her. Well and truly, fuck her. Hand on the back of her neck pressing her into the car as she cried out into the chilly night air, owning her as her whimpers echoed off the trees. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck- yes.” Her mouth fell open, hard to speak the words she really wanted to. It made her wet, wetter than usual to have her boyfriend take her out and fuck her where they could potentially get caught. He had said this was a makeout spot, a sightseeing destination, but here he was. Pounding her cunt for all it was worth and making it weep. “S’good, s’good, H-Harry…” 

“Yeah? It’s good?” He sneered. “Finally good enough for the little cockslut? Wasn’t enough that I took you out here… bent you over my car and spread your legs like a bitch in heat… mm, no.” His thrusts were deep and hard, making her move and yelp a little bit as he fucked inside. “Been so nice to you lately, been so fucking sweet… Almost forgot about how much of a nasty bitch you can be.” Harry smacked her ass again, the stinging pain making her cunt quiver around him- because this was perfect. Filthy, a little bit wrong, and a little dangerous. 

“Sopping pussy, so fucking needy. Never seen such a dirty girl in my life, but s’why your mine, isn’t it?” He cooed, acting as if he wasn’t pummeling her. Y/N could barely breathe, his rough thrusts making her cheek press harder into the warming metal. She could hear it, hear how messy she was making the both of them and it only made it worse. She was bare and vulnerable to the world and Harr was just taking it, taking care of her and using what she was offering. Ruining her like he had been meant to do. 

“Uh huh.” She gasped, feeling the tears return to her eyes. “I-I’m yours, I’m yours, my body is yours, I want to m-make you happy.” The words were a hiccuped plea, the warm tears growing cold against her skin as the beginnings of her orgasm were starting to take over. Neither of them would last long like this, not after the foreplay and the new situation. She hadn’t expected to be bent over a car in the middle of the forest and fucked into oblivion in the moonlight, no, but this was quickly becoming a favorite. “Face- I wanna see your face, please.” 

Harry paused, smiling to himself as she asked to look at him. He was still in his makeup, albeit smeared, but he knew how much she loved it. He obliged, carefully pulling out and turning her over so her back laid against the hood. “There’s my pretty girl.” His mean persona melted away for a moment as he bent down to kiss her hard, pushing the hair away from her sweaty face. “Adore you. You okay?” He wasn’t a stranger to her crying during sex from the pleasure, but he wanted to double check.

“Mhm.” She was dazed, but so fucking good. He had surprised her for sure, but she loved every part of this. “Perfect. Keep making me cry, Sir.”

His eyes darkened once more at the honorific. Y/N knew how to push buttons, and she did it successfully with him. Maybe she was a glutton for punishment, but she didn’t care. Seeing his face turn like that, even hidden beneath the layers, it made her clench around nothing. “Inside me, please.”

“At least the slut’s got manners.” He scoffed, angling himself as he thrust back in. It was a different view here. Instead of watching her ass bounce against him, he got to see her tits moving under her tank top as he began his thrusting yet again. They were covered in the thin excuse of a top and that simply wouldn’t do. “Why are you hiding from me? Let me see your tits.” He grunted, thumb finding her clit as he stared down at her. Y/N stared at him with a dazed expression for a moment before he snarled, smacking his fingers over her clit. “Know you get dumb on my cock, but fucking listen to me.”

And oh- Oh, Y/N loved that. Maybe there was something severely wrong with her, but she loved when he talked like that. It sent her into a frenzy, her poor abused pussy gushing slightly around him as he smacked her clit again. A keening whine left her throat as she scrambled to lift her shirt up, baring herself to him. It was a little humiliating in the best way. Being basically naked while getting fucked out in the open, her body flushed in heat now so the cold didn’t bother her and sounds leaving her body without her permission. Harry was playing into a fantasy, one she was all too aware of wanting to happen again. Anyone could drive up and see him wrecking her, anyone could watch how good she got fucked. 

“There you go. Not that hard, was it? My pretty, dumb little slut.” The man cooed, fingers finding her nipples, pinching them as he railed her.  “God, you’re making such a fucking mess on me. Gonna put me away wet, hm? Or should I make you suck me on the way back? Bet you would.” He babbled, watching as her breasts bounced at the force of his thrusts and her face pinched in pleasure. The sound of their fucking was audible, the smack of skin hot and heavy as it echoed off the trees. Y/N wasn’t being quiet, much to his delight. Moaning for him, for more, little crystalline tears dribbling out of the corners of her eyes and looking so pretty as they trailed down her cheeks. She was rambling about how good it felt, how much she needed him, and it fueled that evergrowing ego. 

Outside of their sex, he was the sweetest thing. He liked to dote on her and cuddle her, learning her skincare routine and braiding her hair when she was too tired after work. He took her to the park and made their own lunches, trying to expand outside his slightly agoraphobic bubble because she was giving him the affection and confidence he needed. Y/N wasn’t at all ashamed to be seen holding his hand or kissing his cheek, she had changed his life and ways she had no clue of- and giving her the best sex possible was the least he could do. 

During sex she liked him a little mean, which he loved to lean into. But this was a lot, and she was responding so fucking well- he knew from their limits discussion that he was okay to do it, but seeing it actually pan out positively gave him a confidence kick yet again.  

Her babbling continued but got higher in pitch, her eyes continuing to cry as she sniffled and whimpered his name as she held on to one of his forearms with force. “Yes, anything y-you want. Wanna make you happy, Sir. Please, I just…” She let out a little sob. “M’gonna cum. Can I? Please?” The beg was cute, his smirk growing on his face as he looked at the desperation on hers. There was something so erotic about this vision in front of him. Her lips still stained from her lipstick and puffy from their kisses and biting, the tiniest bit of mascara still on her lashes smearing under her eyes, his prior love bites in different stages on her tits- this was fucking heaven and he wished he could photograph it- but that was for later. 

“May I.” He scolded, smacking over her clit again to make her jolt. “Ask properly, and you can.” 

Y/N scrambled to answer as he felt the beginnings of it on his cock. He knew how perfect it felt when she came wrapped around him, but it was even better that she wanted his approval.  “May I cum, please Sir? Please- I can’t hold it, I really can’t, wanna be good, I need to-” Her panicked voice broke as his thumb brushed repeatedly over her swollen clit. There was no way she could hold it. Not when he was looking down at her with that glint in his eye. 

“Do it. Make a mess.” He ordered. “Cum for me, now.” He continued his thrusts as he felt the rapid clenching take over, her back arching and tits thrust in the air as she let go. Creaming around him, shivering as she let out a broken sob yet again, louder this time as she writhed under him. Her hot walls pulsed around him, as if begging for his cum- and he was going to give it to her. 

“Fuck, there’s my girl. Look so fucking gorgeous when you cum f’me, shit.” He grit through his teeth as his thrusts grew sloppy. “Where do you want it? Where does my pretty little whore want that cum?” He didn’t have much time left for her to answer, but her body did it for him. Lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist, pulling him into her as she finally found the words.

“In, inside, inside me, Harry. Cum in me, give it to me, I want it.” She rambled, begging for it. How could he ever say no to that? The desperation, the true yearning for him to bust his load inside of her hot, perfect cunt and paint it white, he couldn’t resist it. His eyes took in the scene in front of him, how her puffy cunt was clinging to him as he pushed her open. The mess of slick and cream forming a filthy ring around the base of his cock as he fucked into her, smeared over the sides. Her trembling thighs and hard nipples moved along with his movement. Her swollen clit that was sensitive to the touch, how he fucking stretched her to the brim. There was nothing hotter than this. 

He cursed loudly as he began to climax, his balls throbbing as he began to spurt his load inside of her. Mouth open and eyes hooded in pure rapture, he watched as his sloppy thrusts inside of her and his cum began to coat him, making even more of a mess between them. It was nasty and hot and perfect for this scenario, a scary man taking a pretty, innocent little thing for all she was worth over the hood of his car in the dark woods. The strength of said orgasm surprised him, making him lean further over and pull her into him. His face found hers, kissing her mouth again as he worked them through the aftershocks of their pleasure, pulling her up so he could hold her against him. 

“My perfect girl. Did so good, always so fuckin’ good for me.” He mumbled against her mouth, giving her the praise he knew she needed. He hadn’t been that mean before and while she enjoyed it, she needed to have no doubts whatsoever about his affections for her. “M’so proud of you. Took it so well, make me so happy, my little angel. Obsessed with you.” He pecked her between sentences, pausing his thrusts to a halt. Staying inside of her for now, he knew it would hurt when he pulled out. There was no rush, only to make sure she was warm. Based off of both of their sweaty bodies, the chill of the autumn night was more than welcome. 

Pulling back from her lips, he stroked the tears that still fell- albeit at a much slower pace- and cleaned her up the best he could. There was no way to feel clean after sex like that and he knew it would be a nice shower when they got back to his place, but he was still going to do a bit of aftercare here and now. “My baby.” He whispered, voice a little hoarse. “Y’alright? Went a bit more intense than normal.” It was a bit of an understatement, really. Her nod in reply wasn’t good enough for him. “None of that. You know I want your words, precious.” 

“M’good.” She whispered, sounding just as tired and fucked as she looked. “So good, but so tired. Loved that a lot.” She clung to him, her achy arms wrapping around his shoulders as he picked her up off of the hood and carried her to the still open backseat. He apologized profusely, cooing at her as he pulled out, but he needed to clean her up.

“As sexy as it is seeing me dripping from you, can’t have my girl uncomfortable.” his lips pressed against her thigh as he gently wiped her clean with the tissues that were conveniently in the car. “Gonna take you home and we can hop in the shower, hm? Grab some food on the way home?” He grabbed her discarded shorts and slowly began to pull them up her legs. “Know I’m not into fast food but you deserve a treat.” 

Y/N perked up, a sleepy smile on her face as Harry’s nimble fingers adjusted her tank top and grabbed his hoodie from the other side of the backseat to pull over her head. He’d seen the goosebumps on her legs. His thoughtfulness aways did astound her. No one would ever guess he just called her a pretty, dumb little slut. He encased her in a soft bubble of affection as soon as the sex was over and she’d never known anything like it before. Hopefully she wouldn’t have any other partners. As early on as it was, as the days passed she began to become sure that the meeting between them was no coincidence. Her finding this job, applying, and catching the one man’s eye who never hooked up with anyone whilst also not in the market to do so, giving into his flirtations, all of it was fate. There was no other option. Something had pulled her in. 

For something meant to be so scary, it sure ended up being sugary sweet. 

“Sounds good.” She sighed, pulling him closer to kiss his puffy lips again. “Can you just hold me for a minute, though?” That vulnerable feeling was different now, in the shadows of their intense lust. It was floaty and soft and Harry was the anchor that made sure she didn’t fly too far away. 

“Course. M’never going to say no to holding you.” In all honesty, if he could do his work all day with her snuggled in his lap, he would. He never felt the need for personal space around her, and as scary as that had felt at first, he knew now that it was just the feeling of a pairing being right. It was early, some may say too early to tell, but he was pretty sure he’d found the one. 

Someone who saw him as more than Scarred.

JJ Maybank + iconic lines part.1 OUTER BANKS (2020-) dir. Josh Pate, Jonas Pate, and Shannon Burke

LOCK ME UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEY !!!! HE KNOWS HOW TO GET THE BEST OUT OF ME !!!!!!!

I need this man biblically.

Someday something will kill me, but it won't be you.

Guys I need angst. I need gut wrenching angst that tears my soul from my body like I’m making a horcrux. I need someone to write angst that makes me sob just so I can read it in public and fight to keep the tears down. Is that too much to ask for? I am a simple girl with simple needs and that need is angst.

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ONE NIGHT ONLY (part two)

in which one night turns into many nights and harry cannot get enough of y/n

11.8k words (wtf was i on)

warnings: smut! idk what else

a/n: i know everyone has been waiting for this one and it’s finally here!! sorry that the smut is shitty, it’s past my bedtime so i was in a rush, but please enjoy!!!

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Harry is sure that he’s seen (Y/N) more this past week than he has all semester. 

It’s like he can’t stay away from her. She’s everywhere. Or maybe he’s just never really noticed her as much as he is now. Because outside of class, he never saw her that much. Maybe in the dining hall a few times or on his way to their only shared class, but that’s it. And he wants to be annoyed at these new sprung feelings, but he’s not. He’s far from it. And that in itself is frustrating. 

Like right now, (Y/N) is about five steps ahead of him as they leave class. She’s wearing one of her cozy knitted sweaters and leggings and he should be walking in an entirely different direction but he can’t. He’s following behind her like some sort of creep just so he can see her longer than their usual allotted fifty minutes. He didn’t even get to talk to her today, much less ask her for a pencil that he didn’t even need. 

He had another class to get to, so he didn’t see exactly where (Y/N) walked off to, but that was okay. His mind doesn’t need to be completely flooded with thoughts of her and what she’s doing and wondering if she’s thinking about him. He bets that she does from time to time. Just because she seemed to be so elated and relieved after they had sex for the first time. And now that he’ll be forever known as her first, she’s almost guaranteed to think about him. That thought alone caused him another bout of tingling in his abdomen, but he tried to ignore it. It isn’t as deep as he’s making it out to be, he just did her a favor. 

His other class finished and while it was very uneventful, he just sketched away in his notebook. He generally will look over the section they’re going to be going over in class the night before, so he doesn’t have to pay much attention. It just gives him time to sketch instead of listening to a professor explain something he won’t understand anyway. He prefers to learn things himself first and then maybe slightly listen when they get into the specifics of whatever it is in their lectures. 

When he finally did make it back to his room, he finished up some homework from the night before and then sank into his bed to stare at the ceiling. It was hard not to think about her when his mind sat idle and while he did try to occupy himself with other things not concerning her, it never lasted for long and he went right back to imagining dozens of scenarios, each starring (Y/N). 

The next time he saw her was at the pub right across the street from campus. Usually when big sports games come on, everyone flocks to the bars to watch them on the large screens. He doesn’t care much for sports, he only goes along with his frat brothers to hang out. It’s never too much fun, but he tries to keep his spirits high anyway.

He didn’t expect it in the least to see (Y/N) sat at a table in the corner, chatting away with her friend. He’d never seen her at this pub in particular and he’s not sure why she’d even come. It doesn’t seem like her scene. 

Harry tried. He really did. He sat at the table with his friends and kept his back to her to discourage himself from looking at her. But that only made him glance over his shoulder every ten seconds to make sure she was still there and hadn’t run off anywhere. Not that it’s his responsibility to look after her, he’s sure she can do that on her own. It’s just that he can’t help staring at her. (Y/N) probably has no idea he’s here. Yet. 

“(Y/N). Oh my god. Isn’t that Harry?” 

She sighed, hoping that it wasn’t true. Her back was facing the entrance to the pub just in case something like this happened. It was exactly what she was trying to avoid. After a quick glance over her shoulder, she confirmed that it was him with a nod of her head. 

He was dressed as casually as he always is in all black. She’s not sure how he can make the simplest outfit so mesmerizing. It’s like he doesn’t have to try. From here, she can see that he’s sitting with a few of his friends at a table with his back to her. She only allowed herself a few seconds to look at him before facing Maya again. 

(Y/N) spilled everything the day after the party to Maya. She couldn’t keep it in. Plus, Maya noticed something different about her and when she asked, she couldn’t keep it under wraps. She told Maya all the details. Down to the most specific bits and Maya was so proud of her and trying to convince her that Harry has a crush on her or something. He doesn’t. Maya just loves to romanticize anything she can. But that’s not at all what happened.

And since then, Maya has made it her mission to try to pry more details out of (Y/N) about Harry. She doesn’t know much to begin with and even though they did have breakfast the next morning which Maya said was definitely not normal for one night stands, he didn’t offer her much about himself, instead asking her questions about everything under the sun. 

“That’s him.” She hasn’t had much contact with him since. It’s only been a week and not that she thought that they would start talking more. It’s just that there hasn’t been many opportunities for them to interact in class. Finals are on their way and all the professors are buckling down for that. 

“So? Are you going to talk to him?” Maya is practically bouncing in her seat, too excited about (Y/N) possibly having a crush. For the record, she doesn’t have a crush on Harry. He’s cute but that’s as far as she’s willing to go. Any further and it would just be delusional. He’s not into her like that and she is so far from his type it’s not even funny. 

“Yeah, right. Why don’t I just get up and go over there now?” She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her water. They came to the pub to eat greasy food and watch the game. Well, they weren’t there for the game, but more so the environment around the game. (Y/N) is positive she’s looked at one of the tv screens in here once for a total of three seconds before going back to chatting with Maya. 

“Come on. Go say hi.” Maya nudged her foot under the table and she shook her head. No way in hell is that happening. It would be so awkward to approach him with his friends who probably have zero clue who she is. Now is just not the time. 

“I’ll see him in class on Monday. It’s okay.” (Y/N) decided that the next time she checked over her shoulder for him would be the last. She can’t be this caught up in him when they barely know each other. Even if she does find him a bit dreamy. But it’s unrealistic and she’s not going to try to convince herself otherwise. 

When she finally did look over, she wished she hadn’t. A girl that she has seen around on campus a few times, has her arm draped over his shoulder and is leaning into him like it's something they do all the time. (Y/N) watched as her hand traveled up from his shoulder and into the hair at the nape of his neck. And that was plenty for her to see for the night. She took another gulp of her water after swearing to herself she’d never turn around again. 

She doesn’t know why the sight of that alone is enough to make her feel ill but it just is. She wishes it didn’t because it’s not like anything they did had any meaning behind it. It did for YN, only because losing her virginity is kind of a big deal, but for Harry, it was probably just another night. She’s been trying not to think too much about it because it’s not as serious as she’s making it seem. 

“Oh, that’s Allison. We have that one class with her on Thursday. Are they still dating?” 

“Dating?” 

Sure, (Y/N) had seen Harry around with a couple girls a few times, but it had never been anything that seemed long term. She knew of Aliison, but had no idea she had ties to Harry. And if they’re dating, it must be very new because he was just with (Y/N) a week ago. Something is not adding up. 

“Yeah. They’ve been on and off for a while.” Maya shrugged it off, not aware that (Y/N) was starting to panic on the inside. She doesn’t want to be in the middle of anything. And if Harry put her there, she’ll have to have a few words with him. 

Maya changed the subject then, which she was thankful for, but that didn’t mean she was paying attention while her mind was spiraling. She didn’t take Harry as the type to sleep with someone else while he had a girlfriend, but maybe she really does know nothing about him. Maybe he would do something like that.

Eventually, she tuned back into the conversation and was able to let herself relax about the situation for a moment. The food was exactly what she needed after a long day. It really hit the spot and she can’t wait to go home and cozy up under her blankets. Maya was almost ready to go when a group of her friends showed up and stole her attention for a moment. She politely interrupted them and said she was running to the restroom. Really, she just needed a break from the noisy bar and the view behind her. She hadn’t looked in fifteen minutes but she can guarantee it’s worse now than what it was. And she really doesn’t want to know what’s happened since. 

Locking the bathroom stall behind her, she took a deep breath. It was starting to get warm in the pub and she’s considering leaving, even if Maya isn’t ready to go. Their apartment is just down the way, so there won’t be any issues making the short walk by herself if she has to. 

She left the bathroom after washing her hands and when she pulled the door open, she gasped. Harry was right there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. She really didn’t expect him to interact with her at all and now that he’s here, after a week, she still has no idea what to say to him. 

“Hi.” She blurted out, stepping out of the bathroom and letting the door swing shut behind her. 

“Since when do you come out after eight pm?” She wanted to roll her eyes because he’s clearly teasing her like he enjoys doing so much. 

“I’m leaving anyway.” Being in his presence now is making her skin feel hot. Maybe because he saw her in one of her most vulnerable states or maybe she has more feelings about him than she thought she did. It’s easy to say she doesn’t have a crush on him when he’s not standing right in front of her. But now that he’s here, there’s a weakness starting in her knees and she really has to leave. She’ll text Maya on her way out. 

Not caring to have to walk through the crowds of tables to the front door, she spun around, making her way to the back exit off the hallway leading to the bathroom. It was the perfect getaway and she knows that even though Maya initially wanted to leave, she probably wants to stick around a little longer. And (Y/N) is just not interested in that right now. 

She pushed the door open, seeing exactly what she expected. An alleyway that leads back to the main street. Thankfully there was a light above her head, even though it wasn’t providing much help to the rest of the alley. But it was enough to get her walking. 

She didn’t get too far because her arm was grabbed and she was dragged right back into his chest. She could’ve sworn she left him in the hallway because she didn’t hear him behind her. 

“Where are you going?” His arms are enveloping her completely and it was almost chilly outside before he grabbed her but now she can’t even think about being cold. 

“Home. I have to be up early.” A complete lie but he doesn’t have to know that. He took two steps forward, taking her with him until her back was pressed to the brick wall behind her. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said it like it was fact. Which it may have been but it wasn’t something she was consciously doing. She just thought that everything should go back to normal, business as usual. They barely talked before they slept together, why does that have to change anything?

“No I’m not. We’re not friends.” He’s pressed against her, so much so that if she thinks about it too hard, she can feel him through his pants. But she’s not letting her brain take her there. Because she can’t. 

“So, you get to fuck me and then tell me we’re not friends? That’s very cruel, (Y/N). I didn’t know you could be so cold.” She huffed, leaning her head back against the wall, not wanting to look at him for longer than a few seconds at a time. His gaze is smoldering and she’d already felt her stomach stirring as soon as she saw him outside of the bathroom. 

“I already thanked you for that. It doesn’t mean that we have to be best friends, does it?” 

“Guess not. Just thought you’d be a little nicer after begging for my cock like that. That’s all.” She shoved his chest. 

“That is not at all what happened.” She scolded him, wanting to get out from under him. His hands are now on either side of her head and he’s inches from her face. 

“Then what did happen, (Y/N)? Refresh my memory.” 

“There was nothing memorable about it. I wanted to get it over with and I did.” She watched as he scrunched his eyebrows and pulled back from her the slightest bit. 

“Really? Nothing memorable? After the way you were screaming for me? If that’s true then I guess your panties will be dry right now, won’t they?” Fuck. She nodded anyway, trying to be discreet about squeezing her thighs together more than they already are. “Let me feel.” 

“There is no need for that—”

“Then stop lying. Let me feel anyway. Missed it.” 

(Y/N) would’ve never guessed that she would ever be in this situation in an alley, but she always surprises herself and Harry does too. The fact that he wants to touch her now is only adding to the fluttery feeling in her stomach. 

“What about Allison?” 

Something else that made his face twist up. His hand left the wall and sat on her waist.  

“What about her?” 

“Aren’t you together?” He chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Not even close. She wants to be but I’m not interested and never have been.” 

“Then why was she all over you in there?” 

“You see everything, don’t you? Even when you pretend you don’t,” (Y/N) doesn’t know why she even brought that part up. She wishes she didn’t see it and she wishes she didn’t mention it either. Because if he does like Allison, what does that have to do with her? “She’s so far from relevant, I don’t even know why you’d ever think she’d have a chance with me.” 

(Y/N) wanted to die. Because if Allison, pretty, super cool, smart Allison didn’t have a chance with him, then she definitely didn’t. And she should just walk home now and save herself from overthinking later. 

“Good to know. I have to go now.” She didn’t even try to move because of the way he was holding her against the brick wall. She would’ve moved as much as she just did if she tried. Not that she doesn’t want to be exactly right here on a Friday night, but she’s trying to use common sense. 

“Can I walk you home then?” 

“No.” 

“Why not?” 

“It’s just down the street here, I don’t need a chaperone.” He laughed, still not moving. 

“Okay. Fair. Have you got a minute though?” She squinted at him. She’d already given him so much time standing here so she’s unsure what he wants now, after ten minutes of holding her hostage. 

(In no way does she feel like she’s being held hostage, she actually feels so incredibly sparkly inside, she has no idea if she’d make it home herself. And that’s just with his hands holding her waist and having him standing right against her.)

“For?” 

“You’re being a little mean, (Y/N). Do you know that? I’m just trying to catch up with you and it’s like you wanted to fuck me and never talk to me again. Is that true? Be honest.” Harry is stalling in every sense of the word. He has no real reason to keep her here in this dark alley, but he knows if she leaves, he won’t get to talk to her again until the new week starts. And that just won’t do. 

“That’s not true.” He certainly is teasing her and he’s loving every second of it. But it’s almost like they’re in grade school and all he can do is be mean to her because he can’t quite get out that he likes her so much and he’d do anything just to be around her. He’s working on it though and hopefully she’ll get the picture soon. 

“I was just going to say I owe you.” He shrugged, trying not to smile too hard at her. He has no idea how she’s going to react to his proposition, but he just knows it’s going to get her red in the face. 

“You don’t owe me anything, Harry.” Now (Y/N) is thoroughly confused. What could he possibly be talking about right now? If anyone owes anyone anything it would be her. He’s the one that paid for breakfast and everything. 

“Remember when I told you about foreplay? How important it is?” She watched as he finally took a step away from her but with a hint of a smirk on his face. She’s not sure what he’s up to but she doesn’t like it. 

“Mhm.” 

“Good girl. And do you remember how you refused to let me touch you because you wanted me to hurry up and fuck you?” She nodded anyway, just wanting him to get to the point. “Pay back. Lucky you’re wearing a skirt.” 

Her jaw dropped as she watched him get to his knees right there on the cold concrete. He didn’t even seem bothered at all but how hard or cold the ground must be. His hands were now rubbing up and down her legs as he was seemingly waiting for her permission. 

“What?” 

“You heard me, pet. Why are you wearing a skirt anyway? It’s like you read my mind or something.” 

“I thought it was cute?” 

“Sure. Now are you going to let me eat you out or not? I’ve been dreaming about it all week long.” (Y/N) took a deep breath before trying to think of why she shouldn’t do this right now. Because she knows all the reasons why she should. 

He’s pretty much asking to do it, right? And it’s not like he’s being a dick and only asking for a blowjob. So he’s not completely in this for selfish reasons which kind of makes her wonder what his motives are. Because she’s sure if he was really concerned about giving head, he could find twenty other willing girls who are not (Y/N) in under five minutes. She considers asking him flat out why he’s doing this, but she’s never done this before. And what better person to be her first time again than Harry? He’s already seen every part of her. 

“Hm. I don’t know.” She can’t lie even if she wanted to. She’s squeezing her legs together (hopefully discreetly) and she can feel just how wet her underwear are. 

“Looks like you want me to beg then. Is that it? You want me to beg for your pussy in an alley, on a Friday night, after nine pm?” 

“Yeah. I think so.” He sighed, though he didn’t look like he was too annoyed with having to do it, and rested one of his hands on the back of her knee. 

“(Y/N)?” 

“Yes, Harry?” 

“I would really, really like to make you cum and you’re playing hard to get.” 

“It doesn’t sound like you really want it and I have places to be.” She shrugged like she could care less if he did it or not. And she could tell that it made him a little on edge. Like she really was going to deny him. 

“Pet?” 

“Mhm?” 

“You’re driving me crazy and I’m so hard I’m going to die. I don’t think you get it. Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll do your homework in Smith’s for the rest of the semester if you just let me taste you once.” And there it is. His voice got a little whiny like he really was going to die if she told him no. And that’s all it took for her to lift one of her legs over his shoulder and place her hand on the back of his head to pull him closer. 

His shoulders seemed to have relaxed before he brushed her underwear to the side and started licking into her. (Y/N) really didn’t know what to expect when she agreed to this, but it felt much better than she imagined it would. She wasn’t able to keep still, especially when he brought his fingers in and pushed them right inside of her so easily. One of her hands was glued to her mouth to keep herself quiet. She had to remember that they were still very much in a public space, no matter if they are out of view, and that she really didn’t want to get caught doing this here. Her other hand was clutching Harry’s hair so tightly that it probably hurt. But he didn’t act like it bothered him at all.

Harry knew that he couldn’t physically get any closer to (Y/N) than he already was but that didn’t mean he didn’t try. Everything about her was so pretty. The moans she tried to muffle with her hands only encouraged him further. He can tell that she was just playing earlier (thankfully) and she really was so wet for him her underwear are ruined for good now. 

He thinks that after she cums, he’s going to thank her for letting him do this. Because if he thought he was hooked  before, he’s never going to be able to get her out of his head now. Not that he wanted to, ever, but her allowing him this only solidified the feelings he had for her.

He had spent up until now just messily circling his tongue and thrusting his two inner fingers inside her and while that would be plenty for her to cum from his mouth, he wanted to give her a little more. Since apparently the last time wasn’t so memorable. He wanted it to be so good that he’d have to carry her home. And he wouldn’t mind it one bit. 

So he switched to sucking her clit between his lips and that was enough to make her drop her hand from her mouth. 

“I hate you, I hate you.” Her chest was heaving and although she didn’t mean that in the slightest, it was the only way to describe how she was feeling in the moment. She couldn’t bring herself to look down at him because then she’d cum. And she wanted to feel this for just a little bit longer. 

Except, in the small bag resting against her hip, her phone started ringing. She wanted to ignore it in favor of continuing with Harry but it might be something important. 

“Wait. My phone.” She forced out. He was nice enough to slow down a little bit but when she pulled her phone out and saw Maya’s contact, she sighed. She completely forgot to text Maya to let her know where she went. 

“Answer it. Now.” She rolled her eyes at him and put the phone to her ear, thinking that Harry would give her a break, but she’d been mistaken. Right as she said hello, his thumb was swirling over her swollen clit and she might’ve made a noise right into the phone. And Harry just laughed. 

“Um, are you okay, (Y/N)?” Maya spoke up, probably utterly confused. 

“Yes, yes. I’m so okay, Maya, right now. What’s up?” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to focus too much on what he was doing to her. 

“You never came back from the table. Are you okay?” (Y/N) is not interested in small talk right now but she knows that Maya is only watching out for her, so she tried to keep it brief. 

“Oh. I decided to just go—oh my god—home.” She hurried to slap her hand over her mouth. She’d accidentally let her eyes slip down to Harry and he was licking into her again and it was too much for her to take at that moment. 

“Oh. Well I was going to head to another bar with the girls. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Are you sure you’re good?” (Y/N) grasped Harry’s hair tighter making him moan against her. 

“Uh huh. I’m good.” She said between gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice level. 

“Okay… are you with Harry? Because he’s not back at his table either.” She cursed to herself and looked down at Harry who seemed to have heard Maya’s question and was all too delighted by it. 

“Let me say hi.” He whispered, reaching for the phone. She slapped his hand away and shot him a look. 

“No,” She whispered back before shushing him and placing the phone to her ear again. “Uh, something like that.” 

“Hi Maya. I’m taking very good care of (Y/N) right now in case you couldn’t tell.” He spoke just loud enough for Maya to hear, but (Y/N) didn’t let it get too far and hurried to get off the phone. 

“I’ll be home soon, see you in the morning. Bye,” Then she hung up and shoved her phone back into her bag with shaking hands. “You’re the worst.” 

“You’re lying. You love it.” 

He pulled away, still curling his fingers inside of her. She could see her wetness glistening on his mouth in the very scarce light they had from a couple of feet away and it was almost enough for her to confess now that she needed him. But he decided to tease her again instead. 

“You tried to act like you weren’t soaking for me and look at you now. Crying over just my fingers. Isn’t that something?” (Y/N) decided the best thing to do was put her hand back over her mouth because she really doesn’t feel like arguing with him when he could be making her orgasm instead. 

“Come on, pet. Tell me how much you like this. You don’t have to be that quiet.” 

If she moves her hand again, she’s not sure what will come out of her mouth and she’d rather it not be how much she loves this right now and how she never wants to stop. He’s just being mean. 

“I’ll have to stop if you don’t tell me something, pet. You either like it or you don’t.” 

“It’s good,” That’s all she could manage to say before she started slipping down the wall. He didn’t say anything about it, he just used his other hand to try and help her stay upright. “It feels really, really good and I’m about to cum. Thank you.” 

“There’s my sweet girl. So thankful, always. Wanna cum now?” 

“Please.” 

(Y/N) is pretty sure that he added another finger but she really can’t remember because her eyes were squeezing shut with how he was once again sucking and licking at her clit. It was like he knew exactly what she wanted without her saying it. 

He took his fingers out, instead switching between delving his tongue inside her for a taste and then going right back to her clit. It was a combination she’d never thought of before and it was doing wonders to draw her closer and closer to the edge. 

And since he didn’t want her to be so quiet anymore, all she could do was breathe out his name after a series of yeses. But she can’t help being a little concerned about him kneeling on the ground so long, even if he looks unbothered by it, so she’s really trying to work herself up enough to cum. All it took was one glance down at him licking through her folds like he’d been starving for it and she came. 

He pulled back and caught her as she was sliding down the wall, trying to remember her own name. She was settled in his lap, legs on either side of him, holding him tightly around the neck. Perhaps the alley wasn’t the absolute best place for this, but she just needs a few minutes to regroup. 

“How was that?” He held her back just as tight while resting his chin on her shoulder. 

“Give me a second.” He chuckled, moving his face into her neck and pressing his mouth to the column of her throat. She leaned further into him and gently tangled her fingers into his hair. She really cannot believe she’s sitting behind a pub on the ground right now with Harry. And she really, really cannot believe that he was just eating her out seconds ago. 

“Can you stand?” 

“I think you’re giving yourself too much credit again.” The reason she didn’t leave his lap quite yet was because she didn’t want to. Not because he’d given her one of the best orgasms of her life and her legs had turned useless. Definitely not that. 

Managing to find her footing again, he stood up with her and shoved his hands into his pockets. He doesn’t know what to say right now. She’s so beautiful right here and he wishes he could communicate that without fearing how she’d react. 

“I know you said you don’t need a chaperone but do you mind if I just walk a few blocks with you?” 

That’s how they ended up in front of her building. And neither of them knew what to say to the other. He did walk with his arm around her waist the entire time and she did lean into him but that was only because it was so much chillier than it had been a couple hours ago. 

“I’ll see you Monday then?” (Y/N) managed to say, just trying to keep the conversation going. 

“Sure, yeah. Monday. Okay,” He paused for a second and sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Would it be alright if I kissed you right now?” 

She blinked at him. It hadn’t been expected. He wants to leave her at her doorstep with a kiss? This entire thing just got a little bit more complicated  

“I would like that.” She said softly, not wanting to disturb how quiet her street had gotten all of a sudden. She let him gently tilt her head up to connect their lips and she melted right into him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him back. It was much smoother than she anticipated but she didn’t mind it. 

It ended right when she considered offering for him to come inside. He pulled away so they could catch their breath and then pressed his mouth to her cheek. 

“I’ll let you go in and get back to studying.” She scoffed and shoved him away by his chest. 

“That is not all I do, you know.” 

“I know, trust me. Goodnight, (Y/N).” 

“Goodnight, Harry.” He couldn’t leave without pressing another kiss to her mouth. And then he had to force himself let her go inside, not without waving to him, and then he started off down the street, back to the pub. 

Except, he doesn’t remember the walk there at all. Instead, his mind was filled with thoughts of what (Y/N) could be doing right now. Was she as hung up on him as he was on her? 

When he sat back at the table next to his friends, still with the taste of (Y/N) on his tongue, he couldn’t help smiling. He’s going to ask her out. At least, he wants to. He has to find the courage somewhere because the sooner he does, the sooner that she can be his and that’s all he wants. 

(Y/N) had silently gone into her room and shut the door behind her. And then she changed into more comfortable clothes and sat on her bed, trying to find something to watch that’s going to put her to sleep. Once she was laid back in her pillows and relaxed, she put her hands over her face and squealed into them. 

She really can’t believe that what happened, happened. And she can’t wait to tell Maya in the morning.  

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Sitting in front of Harry again on Monday morning, (Y/N) was trying really hard not to blush. She couldn’t believe what they had done honestly. 

She told Maya all the details the next morning and she was practically screaming so (Y/N) had to quiet her down so she didn’t disrupt the neighbors. She tried to play it off like it was no big deal, just because she didn’t want to make it one. But Maya reassured her that it was a big deal and that she was proud of her for it. Even if she felt like it wasn’t something to be proud of exactly. 

So, now as she sits in front of Harry, every so often she’ll feel him tug on a strand of her hair. She tried to ignore it but that just meant he was recruiting a line of people in the seats next to her to pass her a note. She shot a smile to the girl one seat over from her that passed her a piece of folded paper and then quickly opened it. 

Stop ignoring me and give me your phone number. 

She shook her head, forcing a smile from her face and wrote him a message back. 

You’re so demanding today. Maybe if you ask nicely. 

She tried to be discreet as she held it over her shoulder for him to grab. She’d seen others get called out for passing notes and she really didn’t want to be one of them. 

This time a balled up piece of paper landed on her notebook. She wanted to glare at him but she was more interested in what he had to say. 

May I please have your phone number? 

(Y/N) was lucky that the professor was changing subjects because there was enough noise around her so that she could snicker without disturbing the room. She wrote her number down on the sheet and passed it back to him. She was going to give it to him anyway. 

Seconds later, her phone was buzzing in her pocket. She really doesn’t want to be someone who texts in class but she wants to see what he sent her more. So she kept her phone under the desk and quickly looked at his message. 

XXX: Can I walk you home after classes? 

And how could she ever say no? 

She sent him a quick sure in return and tuned back into the lesson. But now that she knows she’ll be seeing him later, she couldn’t pay attention for the rest of the period. 

When class let out, he followed her out of the lecture hall and didn’t let her get too far before pulling her to the side to talk to her. 

“I’ll meet you in the courtyard at three?” She’s not going to ask how he knows when her last class of the day finishes, so she just nodded. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay. See you in a bit, pet.” He kissed her cheek and then he was gone, on his way to another one of his classes. 

The rest of her day was spent daydreaming, with her picturing what would happen when she met him in the courtyard. Maybe she’ll finally get to invite him inside her apartment and they can hang out there. She was so eager to leave the class that she had her things packed before the professor finished with the notes. She’d gotten the majority of them, so as soon as class was dismissed, she was out of her chair and making her way across campus to meet Harry. She didn’t know exactly where he’d be, so it took a little searching since he really could be anywhere. 

When she did find him, he had Allison hanging off of his arm. He didn’t see her yet because she’d come from the side, so she stopped where she was and just watched the two of them, feeling a little disappointed. 

Harry’s face was a mix of almost impassive and almost annoyed. And it wasn’t very different from the expression he usually has around her. She wanted to think that he was annoyed with Allison, like he said he was. But he’s not too convincing right now. Instead, he looks like he always does when he’s with her. Does that mean that he’s really annoyed with her or is that how he always looks? He always appears to have a good time with her, but she doesn’t want to get too wrapped up in thinking about it. She was now confused and a little upset, so when she turned to leave and headed towards home herself, she hoped that he hadn’t caught sight of her. 

As soon as she walked into her apartment, ready to tuck herself into bed and forget about today, her phone buzzed. 

Harry: I think you just stood me up (Y/N). 

She groaned and walked back to her room and shut the door behind her before trying to think of a response. She was sure that he was going to be too distracted by Allison to give her a second thought. But she guesses she’s glad he remembered that he was supposed to walk her home. 

(Y/N): Oh my goodness, I completely forgot!

(Y/N): I just got home. Maybe next time? 

So she lied a little bit. It was for the best. She has homework to do anyway. Bringing him inside would have only prevented her from getting it done. 

Harry: Oh. That’s cool. 

Harry: Are we okay?

Harry was slightly panicking because he knew (Y/N) didn’t just forget to meet him, but he wasn’t going to press her if she didn’t want to talk about it. He waited much longer than he anticipated for her to respond back to his question. 

(Y/N): Yeah, we’re okay :) 

He sighed in relief, glad that he hadn’t done something to make her want to avoid him again. 

(Y/N) spent the rest of the night with her face in her pillow, trying not to think too hard about what tomorrow will bring.

She should’ve known that Harry would track her down early next morning and demand to know why she didn’t meet up with him. Because that’s exactly what he did. 

Standing outside out of her first class for the day was Harry, leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed and not looking too pleased. She could’ve raced right past him and she did try, though she wouldn’t admit it to him, but he grabbed her wrist before she could get too far. 

“Did I do something?” He asked right away. He’d been up all night fighting the urge to text her again and try to lighten the mood a little bit. He can tell despite her saying everything was fine, it wasn’t. She seemed surprised he was there but he was so exhausted from the night before that he needed answers and he needed them now. 

“What?” 

“(Y/N). I was supposed to walk you home yesterday and you acted like you forgot. What happened?” The halls of the building were still kind of busy and she really didn’t want to have this conversation here. When she’s probably just making stuff up in her head anyway. 

“Nothing? Are you alright?” (Y/N) doesn’t think flat out admitting that she thinks he can do better will solve anything. So she’d rather deflect until he gets a good enough answer without her having to tell him everything. Plus, she doesn’t want him to know how pathetic she really is. 

“No I’m not. I want you to be honest with me. Right now.” His hand still had a gentle hold on her wrist and no matter how slight the touch, she still felt a fluttering in her stomach. But it got overshadowed by how serious the conversation had turned. He wanted her to confess to liking him so much and then to not feeling like she’d ever be enough for him.  

“Okay. Can we go outside or something? It’s kind of crowded here.” He didn’t reply, he just led her to the nearest door and as soon as they stopped at a bench, his expression once again appeared as if he was waiting for something. 

“If you want me to back off, just say that. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. But tell me if I did something you didn’t like.” 

“It wasn’t anything like that. I just, you were with Allison again, so I thought that maybe you were busy with her and changed your mind about walking me home.” It was close enough to the truth without making her seem too insecure. 

“I don’t want anything to do with her, (Y/N). Please know that. She’s everywhere and always talking to me like I give a fuck but there is nothing going on there. I promise you,” He grabbed both of her hands this time. “Now tell me how much you missed me already. Because I know you did.” 

After she denied him a few more times, she finally gave in when he pouted at her and said that she was making him sad. And that was plenty for her to hide her face in her hands and eventually tell him that she missed him a little bit, even though it had been less than a day since they’d seen each other. 

He walked her to her next class and left her with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to see her very soon. 

And while that did make her feel so much better about everything, she still was a little uneasy. But for now, she has to take his word for it and none of it means that he likes her the way that she’s beginning to like him. So, she’s going to tread lightly for a little while and try not to put too much faith into anything. 

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Harry didn’t exactly plan to overhear (Y/N)’s conversation with Maya. He was walking a few paces behind her like he always ends up doing somehow. They’d just gotten out of class and Maya had been waiting for her outside of the room.

He didn’t speak much to her today, or the past week, just because they had exams coming up, and there were revisions so couldn’t tap her on the shoulder like he normally does. In fact, when he saw her flip to the last page in the packet, he was rushing to answer the rest of the questions on his sheet so he could get out when she did. 

He kept trailing behind her because their conversation instantly intrigued him and he secretly wanted to know if they were going to mention him. 

“Everyone’s going to that huge party tonight. Will you go with me?” Harry did hear everyone talking about a party, but he wasn’t planning on going, just because he had some work to catch up on. But if there’s even a slim chance that (Y/N) might be going, he’s there. 

“Uh, sure. Sounds fun.” He knows that she knows it doesn’t sound fun at all. Unless you’re drinking. Otherwise it’s just an obnoxiously loud party full of drunk college students. 

“Great! Don’t worry, there will be plenty of cute guys there.” He watched as Maya nudged (Y/N) with her elbow and he swears his eye twitched. From then on, he went in the opposite direction. He doesn’t want to hear anymore of what they’re going to say. 

Maya started laughing seconds later and (Y/N) was confused. 

“You didn’t see him did you?” 

“Who?” 

“Harry was right behind us when I said that thing about cute guys. I could tell he was mad from here.” She laughed again, leaving her more confused than ever. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I only said that so he would hear. He’s so into you (Y/N). Please just go out with him already.” (Y/N) couldn’t help checking over her shoulder. Of course Harry was nowhere in sight, but she cannot believe Maya just did that. 

“He’s not interested.” She’s dragging her feet now, just thinking about it. The past weekend was just fun for both of them. It doesn’t have to make things complicated. 

“You and I both know that’s not true. We should start planning your outfit now!” She dragged her off in the direction of their apartment even though she has class in another hour or so. She’s just thankful the walk back will be quick. 

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“He’s going to be so pissed.” 

After classes were over for the day, Maya made it her mission to dress (Y/N) up in a way that she, once again, never would’ve thought of. This time it was another short skirt that almost felt shorter than the last one, but denim this time. And the top she was wearing was a baby pink sweater that tied in the front. But the fun part was that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Which is quite bold for her because she really can’t remember the last time she went anywhere without a bra on. She just hopes it’s not windy on the walk there. 

Her sneakers were a must again. She just can’t see having her feet squished into shoes that are going to make her feet ache the next day. She’d rather be somewhat comfortable in an outfit that’s really out of her comfort zone. 

Maya’s plan was to try to get Harry’s attention to make him confess his feelings to her. And while that sure would be a sight to see, (Y/N) just doesn’t believe that it’s ever going to happen. They slept together once. It’s not like they got married and they’re now bound to each other for eternity. She just wants to let it go. Harry is not interested and even if he was, she’d still not be certain of his intentions. And it’s just too much work to have to sift through that. 

(Y/N)’s plan is just to find someone else for the night and forget about Harry for the time being. Because maybe that’s what this is. He was her first and now she feels this tiny, tiny attachment to him. Not that it means anything too deep, but that’s just how it is.

Sure, they had that moment in the alley that made her think otherwise, but it really just wouldn’t make sense. They don’t belong together and they never will. And it’s just easier to turn her attention to something or someone else.  

It took way less time than she thought it would to get to the frat house. It was one a couple streets over from Harry’s and she’s so, so glad that it’s not his frat because she’s not sure she would’ve come. She hopes that Harry is nowhere near here tonight. It’ll just make this whole thing easier. 

“Do you think Harry will be here?” She still asked Maya, just wanting to know what she thought. 

“For sure. He thinks you’re going to get with someone else. He has to be here to stop you, duh.” She released a sigh, unheard by Maya as they walked past the threshold and into the noisy party. 

Harry saw (Y/N) right as she walked in. He got to the party early enough for them to still be setting up the drinks and the music so they tasked him with helping set up chairs in the backyard. He knows the members of this frat pretty well and has a lot of classes with the other guys in it, so it was no big deal helping them. He just didn’t want (Y/N) to get there before him. Because he’s not letting her leave his sight tonight.

He had plenty of time after his classes to imagine (Y/N) getting swept off her feet by some guy and all it did was anger him to another level he’s never experienced in his life. And it almost scared him. But it’s not like it doesn’t make sense. If he ever knew that (Y/N) was with someone else, he’s not sure he would make it through the rest of the semester with her. He’d have to take academic leave and go cry to his mum about it. And that’s not an exaggeration. 

Harry watched it happen in real time. (Y/N) walked in the house and he saw dozens of people turn to look at her. Because she’s gorgeous and perfect and no one in this house could ever meet her standards. Not even him but he’d like to think she likes him a little bit more than a stranger.

And he tried not to rush right up to her and drag her away from all the people staring at her because he didn’t want her to think he was trying to keep her all for himself. Even though he most certainly is and he will continue to do so until she knows that he’d do anything short of giving her the moon. But he doesn’t want to overcrowd her. So, he’ll let her have her fun for now. 

That lasted for all of ten minutes. Because a guy, who is not even remotely her type by the way, walked up to her and Maya as they poured themselves drinks and he was touchy right away. Harry knew that wasn’t (Y/N)’s favorite thing so he promptly got rejected by both her and Maya. He silently cheered to himself, trying to stay out of her line of vision so she doesn’t know he’s watching her yet. He doesn’t exactly want her to know he’s there. Just because he wants to see what she’ll do. If she really is interested in someone else. If she really would hook up with someone else while he’s not there. 

Not that he has any claims on her but he can’t lie and say he wouldn’t be crushed if he found out something like that. Just as another loser walked up to (Y/N), he was dragged away by one of his frat brothers, Brett to the backyard. Apparently, he doesn’t know how to change the fucking keg. But Harry just wants to know how the keg is empty in the first place. 

It took much longer than he anticipated. Everyone was in the way and they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing so he was pretty much clenching his fists the entire way back into the party. If he sees (Y/N), everything will feel so much better. He walked in expecting to catch a glimpse of her still talking with Maya and smiling the same pretty smile she always has on. But that is not at all what happened. 

He didn’t see (Y/N) anywhere. And while he tried not to be so panicked searching around for her, he was totally shoving people out of the way and apologizing after. He saw Maya flirting with another guy but (Y/N) was nowhere in sight. So he thought the absolute worst. Someone had taken her upstairs while he was gone and now she’s probably having the time of her life with someone else. Well, he wouldn’t go that far but she thinks she’s enjoying herself. She’s not. 

Harry doesn’t want to completely overdo this. He doesn’t want to kick every last door in until he finds her and rip someone off of her. But he doesn’t see another way around it. So, he stomped up the stairs and when he got to the first door, he shoved it open, not caring one bit. 

“Sorry.” He wasn’t. It was a random couple about to have their own fun but it wasn’t (Y/N). He kept searching. He was just about to push another door open when he heard her laugh. It was muffled by a door but he still heard it when there had been a lucky break in the music. And now he’s fucking fuming. Because not only does whoever is in that room think they’re about to sleep with her, but they’re making her laugh too? Not on his fucking watch.

He couldn’t wait anymore. He had to shove the door open and see what the hell was going on in there. When the door swung open, she gasped and he was a little confused. 

There was no one in the room with her and she was sat at the edge of the bed with her phone in her hands. He still gave the room a once over, making sure he didn’t miss something. But she really was in here on her own. 

“What are you doing?” 

(Y/N) is not eager to admit that she left in the middle of a party to a vacant room to watch funny cat videos but she doesn’t think that Harry will expect anything less from her. So she just shrugged, leaving that part out. 

“Bored,” She watched as he walked closer and then knelt right down in front of her only to lay his head in her lap and wrap his arms around her. Now she’s confused but she didn’t bother saying anything about it. “You okay?” 

“Mhm.” He rested his cheek on her bare thigh and took a deep breath, shutting his eyes. He’s never felt so relieved. When he pushed that door open, he had no idea what he’d be walking into, he’s just glad it was (Y/N) and she was alone. 

“Want to see something funny?” She held her phone down by his face and showed him the video that made her laugh. It was just a cat chasing a laser and it was the first one that came up when she searched “funny cat videos” but it made her laugh. And it made him chuckle a little bit so she’ll call that a win. 

“You’re silly. Ready to get out of here?” He sat up a little bit to meet her eyes and she nodded. 

“Yes, please.” 

It was like they made plans without actually making the plans. Because Harry and (Y/N) walked hand in hand out of the party and she waved to Maya on their way out, silently letting her know where she’d be for the rest of the night and all Maya did was raise a cup at her. 

With their hands still intertwined, he led her in the direction of her apartment, even though his house was much closer. 

“There’s a party at the house tonight so we can go to yours if you’d rather do that.” She nodded, feeling his thumb rub over the back of her hand. She was slightly curious about that but she let it go, saving it for later though. 

Harry had never been in her apartment, so she was a bit nervous about him seeing her room for the first time. It wasn’t a total mess, thankfully, so when he did come in and sit on the bed, she didn’t have to be concerned about it. 

“This is, um, this is me.” 

“Cute.” 

She could feel her skin getting hot. It may just be her brain getting ahead and jumping the gun, knowing that something is going to happen, she just doesn’t know what. 

Sitting next to him on her bed, she twiddled her thumbs, trying not to appear so eager. But they don’t really have to do anything physical, having him here is enough for her. 

“Are you hungry?” 

“Not particularly.” 

“Oh.” 

She tried to think of something else for them to do. But nothing was really coming to mind. 

“I have a few movies I’ve been wanting to watch, we could do that—”

“Please just be quiet and ride me already, will you?” Harry didn’t mean to be so blunt about it, but she was clearly dancing around them fucking and his cock was already starting to get hard in his pants. 

“Oh. Okay. I’ve never done that though.”

“I know, pet. Come on,” They both stood up so they could undress. (Y/N) was a bit shy about taking her top off but Harry just plucked at the tied string and pulled it down her arms. “There. Pretty. I’ll lay down first, okay?” 

She nodded, watching as he laid back into her pillows in just his boxers. He got comfortable and then patted his lap. 

“I’ve got a condom in the pocket of my jeans. This isn’t like the pornos you watch. Safety first,” She rolled her eyes to herself and picked up his jeans. “Hury.” 

Harry didn’t exactly plan on this part either and that’s not why he had a condom, he was just feeling hopeful and it paid off. 

She found the condom and a few moments later was sitting in his lap, trying not to think about how hard he was under her. 

“Now what?” 

“You’re probably already dripping all over, so we won’t have to do much there, will we?” 

“Hey—”

“I’m this fucking close to making a mess of my underwear, so I think we’ll just stretch you out a bit and I’ll let you try it. Is that good? Since you’re probably in a rush again.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. 

“I’m not in a rush. I just can’t wait for you to be inside me again.” She blurted out, causing a smirk to rise on his face. 

“Interesting. Sounds like the definition of in a rush to me. Maybe go pick up your pocket dictionary and get back to me on that.” 

“Can I just try? Please. I don’t need you to stretch me out, I can take it, I promise.” (Y/N) didn’t wait for another one of his smart responses, she just molded her mouth to his and tried to get him to shut up for a second. “And I don’t even have a pocket dictionary.” 

“Sure you don’t. Fine,” He muttered against her mouth and she smiled, sitting back on his thighs and waiting for him to tell her what to do. “It’s only your second time (Y/N). Who knew you’d be such a cockwhore.” 

She shushed him, sitting up slightly so he could push the band of his briefs down. As soon as she caught sight of him, she was reminded of nearly two weeks ago when that was in her mouth and he told her she was making him feel so good. She never thought she’d be good at it but clearly she was wrong. 

“This goes on, right?” She held up the condom and he nodded, taking it from her hands to tear open the packaging. And then he handed it back to her. 

“Go ahead.” 

“But how do I—” He took it back from her and pulled it out, showing it to her and then placing it correctly over him. 

“Just pull it down, okay? It’s easy.” She tried and he winced immediately. “Can your hands get any colder, christ.” 

“I didn’t know!” She laughed a little but managed to get the condom over him completely. He shook his head and set his hands on her hips. 

“Are you ready?” 

“Yes.” 

He helped her lift up so she was hovering over him and he held her there until she just started to press down on him. And ever since the last time she was right here in this situation, she’d been chasing the feeling. To be as full as she was and for him to make her feel like she’d never felt before. (Y/N) should’ve known from the start that she was ruined for anyone else. 

But now that he’s completely inside of her, she has a tiny idea what to do, but she is kind of lost and doesn’t want to do anything wrong. Or hurt him because she has heard of that happening. 

“Can I move?” 

“Oh. I thought you were waiting until the new year,” He shot her a look. “Of course you can move. What’s wrong?” 

“Will it… hurt you?”

“No, love. You’re already fucking squeezing me, I’m not going to last long anyway.” 

“Oh, sorry.” She tried to relax so maybe she wasn’t “squeezing” him, but all he did was pinch her waist and shake his head. 

“Felt good. Why are you saying sorry?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Don’t be afraid you’re going to break my dick. It’s fine, I promise,” He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs and then nodded at her. “You can move now. Need help?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“You feel okay and everything?” 

“So good.” 

“Good. Just move up a little and come back down. Not hard, right?” She did as he asked and when she came back down on him, she gasped. Because she hadn’t expected it to feel like that. “That’s it. Keep going.” 

His hands rested on the underside of her thighs to keep her steady while she tried to stay at a nice pace. She could tell that he was enjoying himself from his hooded eyes and the way he kept groaning softly. 

“Am I doing okay?” 

“More than. Try to go a little faster.” This time she placed each of her hands on his chest to help push herself up. She knew that she was probably going slower than he wanted, but she was really trying her best. 

Her legs were already starting to burn and she hasn’t been on top of him for more than five minutes. But there is not one part of her that wants to stop, even if her legs are aching already. 

She really liked being over top of him. It was so different from last time and it felt much different too. Like he was pressed against that one spot deep inside of that only he could reach. And he had given her all control to whatever she pleased with him. 

“My legs hurt.” She only mentioned it because she thought that he might want to take over. Just in case she wasn’t doing it how he wanted, but instead, he tsked at her. 

“Told you I was too big. But you don’t listen.”

“You’re not that big—”

“Hey. Watch your mouth, sweetheart. I’m being really nice to you and letting you get off on my dick and you just insulted me,” He patted her hip gently and sat up a bit. “Kiss first and then I’ll help you a little bit. I know you’re just kidding.” 

She tried not to kiss him so sloppily but she couldn’t help it. Right as their mouths touched, he was slamming her down on him repeatedly. Enough for her to feel like she was going limp. Hanging onto his shoulders was the only thing keeping her upright. 

(Y/N) hopes that Maya will not be home anytime soon with noises she’s making. She sure it’s obnoxious and probably over the top but she can’t help it. She’ll never live it down if Maya comes in and hears her. 

“Harry—” She was barely doing anything anymore, he was moving her the way he wanted and it felt so good, she couldn’t help digging her nails into his back or the fact that her eyes kept falling shut. 

“You’re so good, (Y/N). Cum for me now.” And she had no choice not to because she was so close to the edge before he even touched. Just the thought of having him had her already halfway there. 

With the sound that (Y/N) just let out, she’s sure that the neighbors know exactly what’s going on by now. And she would feel bad but if any one of them had a chance to be in her position, they would’ve done the same. 

He carefully laid them back, still not quite pulling out of her yet and she sighed, resting her cheek on his arm. 

“I need to just lay here for a second. I can’t move.” He chuckled, brushing her hair back. 

“That’s fine.” He kissed her forehead and rested his other arm over her waist. 

“Did you, um, you know?” She tilted her head up to look at him and he shook his head. 

“What ever are you referring to?” She whined at him, hiding her face away in his chest. He knew precisely what she meant, he just wanted her to say it. 

“You know what I mean!” 

“I came like ten minutes ago, I couldn’t hold it anymore. You’re too pretty.” His hand came down to lift her chin so they could meet eyes and he kissed her once. And then two more times, unable to stop himself. 

“Will you stay?” 

“Yeah. You were going to have to kick me out if you wanted me to leave.” She shook her head at him before snuggling back into his chest. 

“We have class tomorrow.” She reminded him and he shrugged. 

“We’ll skip and stay right here all day long.” Harry knows that (Y/N) has probably never skipped a class ever but she’s probably so far ahead on the syllabus, she could miss a month of class and still have a perfect GPA. 

“I don’t know about that, but I only have two classes tomorrow so maybe—”

“Please, pet? I’ll take such good care of you here if you stay. I’m sure Maya can get your notes for you.” 

“I don’t know.” She trailed off. It wouldn’t be terrible if she missed a day. There wasn’t much going on except for exam review that she already knew forward and backwards. And it was true. Maya could fill her in on whatever happened in class if she decided to stay in with Harry. The idea is sounding more appealing the more he pouts at her. 

“Come on, baby. You deserve a break. I’ll help you study tomorrow, okay?” 

“I’ll think about it.” He groaned, pulling her closer to him and tangling his legs with hers. He really liked how cozy her room was and he had no plans to leave it tomorrow so he really needs (Y/N) to be on board. Because if he has to leave her side tomorrow, he doesn’t know if he’ll survive.

There was something (Y/N) had been thinking about ever since they were on their way to her apartment and she just can’t get it out of her head. So she has to ask him and see what his answer is. Because it will say a lot without asking too bluntly. 

“If there was a party there, why did you come all the way to that other one?” Harry knows that (Y/N) asks excellent questions. She’s so smart and pretty and she’s basically making him spell it out for her. 

“I knew you would be at that one so I came there. I had to see you,” She felt herself smile, really liking his answer. She’s so glad he did because she wanted to see him too, even though she was trying to convince herself she didn’t earlier. Now she feels like she could spill her guts to him and she wouldn’t have to be embarrassed about it all. Because it’s pretty clear that her feelings are being reciprocated. “If you couldn’t tell already, I’m crazy about you and I want to take you out sometime. So please say yes because my stomach hurts right now.” 

She laughed, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. She’s glad that he finally said it out loud and she doesn’t have to guess anymore. And while she could’ve said something first, she’s just happy that one of them did, so the back and forth can stop. 

“I’d love to. And I really, really like you too.” He sighed in relief and kissed her cheek just like she did to his. 

“Good.” 

“How’s your stomach now?” 

“Be quiet. It’s better.” She couldn’t help smiling again because it’s like everything is falling into place. And it came completely out of nowhere. But she’s thankful that things turned out the way they did. 

“Can I kiss you again?” 

“I’d die if you didn’t.” 

“That’s a little overdramatic, do you know that?”

“And you’re not leaving this room for a long, long time. Do you know that?” She rolled her eyes but she was obviously okay with that. She wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else. “You’re mine tomorrow?” 

“Fine.” She pecked his lips twice but that wasn’t enough for him so he rolled over on top of her, making her laugh and go back to kissing him. 

Just like last time, Harry is fucked. But in the best way possible. Because he has (Y/N) here now and he’s not letting her get away without letting her know how much he adores her. He hopes he gets to tell her for the rest of his life, but for now, they’ll just see how it goes. 

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Damn. I hope you liked it!!! Sorry this is all over the place, I’m sleepy ☺️ but thank you for reading!

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An Eternal Embarce*

(a hades!harry x persephone!y/n story)

in which Persephone is back after 6 months, and the Underworld blossoms once again. Tensions arise too, but there is nothing that the king of Underworld and Queen of Spring can't handle together

Word Count: 7.7k (she's long)

Warnings: 18+ content, two smut scenes, almost 3k words of filth, oral (f receiving, mentions of m receiving), unprotected sex

(please don't read if you are under 18)

(i worked really hard on this, please don't let it flop)

The Underworld was buzzing with excitement as Hades, also known as Harry, eagerly awaited the return of his beloved Persephone. It had been six months since she went up to the mortal realm, leaving him to rule the shadowy realms alone. The air in the Underworld seemed charged with an otherworldly energy, as if the entire realm was eager for the return of the goddess of spring.

As autumn's chill embraced the realms, the anticipation in the underworld grew. Harry felt a mix of excitement and longing as he waited for his queen's return. The portal shimmered, and Persephone, or Yn, stepped through, casting a radiant glow in the room. A soft smile adorned her lips, and the enchanting aroma of blooming flowers and the essence of spring filled the space.

As Persephone returns to the underworld, the atmosphere undergoes a subtle transformation. The dim-lit halls, once draped in shadows, seem to awaken with a newfound vibrancy. The air, usually heavy with an eternal stillness, stirs with a gentle breeze that carries a hint of blooming flowers and the sweet fragrance of spring.

The normally monochromatic landscape of the underworld begins to blossom with hues unseen during her absence. Delicate petals materialize, scattering across the paths she walks, leaving a trail of ephemeral beauty in her wake. The soft glow of luminescent flowers unfurls, casting a warm and gentle radiance in the once-shadowy corners of Hades' realm.

The underworld, typically shrouded in an eternal night, experiences a subtle shift in its cosmic arrangement. Faint glimmers of starlight twinkle above, mirroring the celestial display of the world above ground during her reign. It's as if the heavens themselves acknowledge her return, gracing the underworld with a beautiful celestial dance.

Hades, the lord of shadows, finds the weight of his kingdom momentarily lifted. The throne room, usually draped in a somber ambiance, basks in a soft, romantic glow. Shadows playfully dance with the ethereal light, creating a captivating interplay that mirrors the complexity of the emotions within the lord of the underworld.

The Underworld River, typically calm and placid, shivers with newfound life. Its waters, once still as the deepest abyss, ripple with a subtle current, echoing the pulse of Persephone's return. The reflections on its surface seem to shimmer with an otherworldly luminosity, mirroring the radiance she brings to this realm.

In essence, Persephone's return to the underworld transforms it into a realm of juxtaposition—a delicate fusion of darkness and light, shadows and blooms, where the eternal night momentarily gives way to the ephemeral enchantment of spring. The very fabric of the underworld seems to resonate with the romantic cadence of her presence, creating a symphony of emotions and atmospheres that dance harmoniously in the wake of her return.

Their reunion, though expected, carried the weight of a prolonged separation. Harry, usually composed, found himself at a loss for words, an uncommon sight in the Underworld.

"You're back," he said, relief and joy evident in his voice. He was beyond thrilled to see her safe and sound.

Persephone, also known as Y/N in the nine realms, nodded, reaching out to touch his hand. "I always return, Hades. It's the rhythm of the seasons."

"I missed you," he said softly. "I missed your touch, your smell, just having you around. It felt like forever without you."

Y/N smiled, showing how much she loved and missed him. "I missed you too, Harry. Every moment away felt like a really long time."

"I brought you these," she said, offering a basket of flowers. "Fresh from the mortal realm."

Harry accepted the gift with gratitude, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance. "Mortal flowers in the Underworld, a rare delight. Thank you, my sweet love."

He carefully placed the flowers on the bed and pulled her close, his hands cradling her beautiful face. They looked into each other's eyes, savoring the moment. After a while, Harry leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a sweet and long-awaited kiss.

The kiss was like magic. His lips moved smoothly and knowingly against hers, igniting a spark of desire in each other. His mouth claimed her pushing his tongue in her eager mouth. His hands shifted down her body, grabbing her waist, and pulling her further into him.

The absence of each other had stretched over time, intensifying the beauty of this long-awaited moment. It was as if time stopped, and it was just the two of them in that special moment.

Y/N let herself be handled by him, eagerly closing the space between them. She grabbed his shoulders, and her other hand went in his hair, pulling at it as she moaned into his mouth.

“God, you’re so beautiful” he whispered, fighting the urge to fall to his knees right then and there, and worship the beautiful goddess in front of him. Y/N smiled, looking up at her husband with passion and adoration.

Maybe he will.

“I want to worship you, my love.” He whispered into her ear, gently biting her earlobe. She shivered, her grip on his hair and shoulders loosening. She knew where this was going.

And she liked it.

“Mhm, but do we have time? I have to greet everyone as soon as I arrive”

He groaned, grabbing at her attire wantingly.

“That can wait, my love. They can wait. Right now, you’re mine. Only mine. And I want you. Your legs wrapped around my head, your thighs spread wide as I eat that sweet cunt of yours.

Her cheeks turned red, her mouth parting in an instant. She had been waiting for this too, to have his eager mouth on each part of her body, to become his, once again. And again. And again.

“I do too, my love. But-“

He brought a finger up to her lips, stopping her from finishing her sentence.

“No but’s or if’s. I want you, and I shall have you” with that, he grabbed her waist, turning them both around. His lips were back on hers, and he walked her backwards, till the back of her knees hit the mattress. With a swift motion, her body was thrown on it, her hair flopping down messily. Her chest bounced too, the tops of her breasts peeking out from the tight corset she was wearing. He licked his lips; he couldn’t wait to have his mouth on her heavenly body.

He flopped down on the bed, once again, stealing a quick kiss on her lips. His hands gripped the bottom of her skirt, slowly and steadily riding it up her legs.

Y/N’s breathing increased rapidly, and she gripping the satin sheets beneath her in her palms to keep her composure. It had been mere moments of kissing, and she had already gotten so wet and needy for him.

Once the skirt was up to her waist, he wasted no time in removing the rest of the clothing, her panties included. They had a wet patch in the middle, and Harry smirked, fully aware of the effect he had on her, how he can get her all dripping down for him without even touching her.

“So wet fo’ me, my love” he said, and she gulped. He was staring at her exposed pussy with hunger in his eyes, and she felt exposed, trying to close her thighs.

His actions were quicker, and he gripped the warm flesh in his hands. Spreading them wide, he glared at her, and she nodded, silently promising to not hide herself from him.

He slid to his stomach, gripping her legs in both his hands. He shifted forward, allowing her to rest her ankles on his shoulder, the heels digging into the flesh.

He stuck his tongue out, keeping eye contact with her, as he licked a bold stripe from her ass to her clit, collecting her wetness on his tongue. He then closed his mouth, her sweet taste evading his senses.

She released the sheets from the death grip she had on them, and held Harry’s hand in hers, squeezing it hard. He went fully in then, licking up all of her arousal as if it were his last meal.

He licks up her pussy again, and again, and again. Her arousal seeps out more, her other hand creeping its way down to grab into his curls.

Harry realizes she wants more, and he spreads her pussy open. With an open mouth, he blows air on her clit, making her whimper out loud, before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Y’ like that, pretty girl?” he asks rhetorically, and he starts to lick on her clit, teasing her entrance with his finger.

She moans pretty above him, as his licks become faster and concentrated. Her mind reels with pleasure as her pussy becomes wetter. He circles her opening with his finger, before gently pushing one in.

She releases a sigh of relief, as his cold finger pushes into her warm, wet hole. He pushes it in fully, before pressing a soft kiss to her clit.

He begins to finger-fuck her slowly; her moans and whimpers music to his ears. She opens up soon, and Harry pushes in another. Two fingers in her pussy, and her face contorts in pleasure as she senses the beginning of an orgasm.

“You feel good?” he asks, increasing the speed of his fingers into her weepy hole. He brings his mouth back down on her, kissing and licking her puffy clit. Her grip on his hair tightens, her moans becoming louder with each thrust of his long fingers, rubbing against her g-spot with ease. His fingers, and cock especially, reached spots inside her that she didn’t even know existed.

“I do…I do-Oh fuck!” she curses, as he brings his thumb on her clit, rubbing slow circles on it. Her legs tense, her back arching off the bed beautifully as her stomach tightens. She closes her eyes, her orgasm approaching at a pace faster than she had anticipated.

That’s when he does it-pushed one more finger in, and then one more. Holding her thighs wider as he drives them into her with full speed. Her legs shake as she screams and moans, a thin layer of sweat covering her forehead.

“Harry-I-I’m going to cum, Harry-“ she barely finishes her sentence, before the coil in her stomach snaps. She cums all over his mouth and fingers, chanting his name repeatedly as he finger-fucks her throughout, his thumb and mouth on her swollen clit, wanting to make her orgasm last longer, and to milk every drop from her sweet cunt. He licks it all up, and once she is finished, he emerges from between her legs, half of his face coated in her sweetness.

He looked up at his love, her eyes closed with content. Her face was glowing with the beautiful glow of pleasure, her cheeks flushed red. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

Soon, she opened her eyes, and Harry quickly shifted upward, encasing her lips in his. She could taste herself on him, and she sighed at the sweet taste lingering between them.

But, just when they were getting lost in the moment, there was a knock on the door. It was a reminder that they weren't alone, and other things needed attention.

Harry sighed and said, "Seems like we can't catch a break, love."

“We’ll be right out” he announces, before kissing her once again. They both get off the bed, and he helps her fix her dress and appearance, though the smell of sex lingered in the air, and their faces gave away what they tried to hide.

He opened the door soon, and was greeted by Hermes, the winged herald of Olympus.

"Lord Hades, Lady Persephone," Hermes bowed respectfully. "Zeus has requested your presence in the divine hall."

Harry exchanged a knowing glance with Y/N. The tranquility of the moment was momentarily interrupted by the summons from the king of the gods.

"We shall go at once," Harry replied, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his expression. Hermes nodded and, with a swift motion, extended a scroll containing Zeus's message. "He awaits you in the divine hall. The matter is of importance, my lord." Y/N placed a reassuring hand on Harry’s arm. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

With a nod to Hermes, Harry and Y/N made their way through the grand halls of the Underworld, the weight of impending divine matters settling upon them. The anticipation of a summons from Zeus carried an air of both mystery and gravity.

The divine hall awaited, its doors opening to reveal Zeus on his throne, regarding them with a mixture of sternness and intrigue.

"Lord Hades, Lady Persephone," Zeus boomed, "You come at my request. There's a matter that requires your attention."

Approaching the throne, their expressions composed but curious, Harry inquired, "What matter brings us before you, Father?"

Zeus leaned forward. "Concerns have risen among the gods about the balance of power and the changing dynamics within the divine realm."

Y/N exchanged a puzzled look with Harry. "What do you mean, Father?"

Zeus sighed. "The union between the god of the Underworld and the goddess of spring has stirred discussions. Some are concerned about the potential shift in the cosmic balance."

Harry defended their union. "Our love brings harmony to our realms, Zeus. It does not disrupt the balance."

Zeus raised a hand. "I understand, but the concerns persist. To ease them, I propose a grand celebration—a gathering of gods and goddesses from all realms. A feast that will demonstrate the unity and stability of the divine order."

Harry realized the significance. "We shall host it in the Underworld, a testament to the enduring love that transcends realms."

Zeus approved. "May this celebration reaffirm the bonds that unite us all."

As the divine decree echoed, Harry and Y/N embraced the responsibility. The grand celebration would showcase not only divine unity but also the eternal reunion of Hades and Persephone.

The long table was adorned with decadent delicacies from all corners of the realm - ambrosia platters, pomegranate salads, and sinfully delicious desserts that would make even the gods drool. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and stories as loved ones reunited after what felt like an eternity apart.

Amidst this joyous gathering, Harry proudly introduced Y/N as his queen and partner in ruling over the Underworld. She charmed everyone with her warmth, grace, and genuine interest in their stories. Laughter echoed through the halls as they shared tales of adventure, love, and mischief.

As the night wore on, Harry and Y/N found solace in each other's presence, basking in the love of their family and friends. The Underworld was alive with happiness and contentment, for it was a reminder that true love could thrive even in the most unexpected places.

And so, as the stars twinkled above their kingdom and laughter filled the air, they embraced this precious moment of togetherness. Their reunion was not just a celebration of love but a testament to the power of connection and the beauty that can be found in even the darkest depths.

And then, as the feast reached its crescendo, Hades rose from his seat and raised a goblet to Persephone. The flickering torchlight cast shadows on the grand walls as Hades spoke, his words a heartfelt declaration.

"To Persephone, my queen, the light of the Underworld, and the love that has breathed life into the realm of shadows. May our days be filled with endless joy and our nights with eternal love."

The denizens of the Underworld echoed his sentiment with cheers, toasts, and a sense of jubilation that reverberated through the grand hall.

Persephone blushed, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "To eternity and beyond," she said, clinking her goblet against Hades'.

After the feast, the grand hall echoed with soft footsteps as Harry and Y/N headed to the starlit garden. The celestial lights bathed the garden in a magical radiance as they stepped into the night.

Taking Y/N's hand, Harry led her into the open space beneath the twinkling stars. The night held a hushed beauty, and they danced to a celestial melody, a seamless harmony between the lord of the Underworld and the goddess of spring.

Standing at the center of the divine garden, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight and surrounded by fragrant blossoms, Harry and Y/N prepared to dance. The celestial lights above seemed to twinkle in anticipation, casting a gentle radiance on the couple as they took each other's hands.

Harry, with his customary charm, looked into Y/N's eyes and whispered, "May I have this dance, my love?"

Y/N's heart fluttered with love and adoration as she nodded, and they began their dance under the vast expanse of the starlit sky. The music of the night, a melodic symphony composed by nature itself, set the rhythm for their movements.

Harry guided Y/N with grace and tenderness, each step a declaration of the unconditional love that bound them together. The soft rustle of their clothes blended with the gentle night breeze, creating a harmonious melody that resonated with the heartbeat of the beautiful garden that bloomed with her magic.

"I've missed this," he confessed, the dance a gentle rhythm that echoed the beating of his heart.

"Me too, Harry," Persephone replied, her gaze locked with his. "There's something magical about dancing with you in the Underworld."

As they danced, Hades couldn't resist stealing kisses, each one a promise of the love that transcended the realms. The river Styx murmured its approval, and even the shadows seemed to sway in time with their movements.

"You know," Persephone said, her voice a soft whisper, "I wrote you letters while I was away. I wanted to capture every moment so I could share it with you when I returned."

Hades felt warmth in his chest at her words. "Letters? I would love to read them, my love."

Persephone blushed, a delightful contrast to the vibrant flowers in her hair. "They're not very poetic, just my ramblings and musings. But I poured my heart into them."

In that enchanted moment, Hades and Persephone were not the lord and goddess of the Underworld. They were two souls intertwined in a dance celebrating the eternal nature of their love. The grand feast had united the divine family, and now, beneath the cosmic lights, the couple celebrated the unity of their hearts.

They moved in sync, their dance the unspoken language of love. Harry's hand securely held Y/N's waist, drawing her close, while Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the comforting warmth of his embrace.

The garden itself seemed to respond to the dance of love. Blossoms unfurled in their wake, releasing bursts of vibrant colors that matched the emotions swirling between the couple. The gentle hum of nature's lullaby accompanied their every movement, creating an atmosphere of serenity and joy.

The dance continued a journey of shared dreams and whispered promises.

As the dance reached its crescendo, Harry held Y/N in a final, lingering twirl. They paused, caught in the embrace of the night, and shared a tender kiss beneath the celestial lights.

“I love you so much, Y/N. So fucking much. “He whispered, and his face carried softness and love rarely seen on Lord of the Underworld. He was different when he was with her.

He was in love.

Y/N muttered the same, her lips ghosting over his once again. They softly brushed against each other, pecking every once in a while.

Hand in hand, they walked through the garden, leaving behind a trail of blossoms and the echo of their laughter.

Hand in hand, they ventured through the winding corridors of the Underworld. As they reached the Elysian Fields, the once desolate realm began to transform in Persephone's wake. Flowers bloomed beneath her feet, and the atmosphere blossomed with life.

"You've worked your magic again," Hades remarked, marveling at the vibrant beauty she brought to his kingdom.

Persephone grinned, her eyes sparkling. "I can't stand the idea of a lifeless Underworld. Besides, a little color never hurt anyone."

They found a secluded spot overlooking the river Styx, where Hades conjured a plush blanket for them to sit on. The soft glow of the river reflected in Persephone's eyes as they gazed at each other, a magnetic pull connecting their souls.

"Tell me everything about your time in the mortal realm," Harry urged.

"And you won't believe what Hermes did to entertain me," she laughed, recounting a particularly amusing anecdote that involved the mischievous messenger.

Hades chuckled, reveling in the sound of her laughter. "I'm starting to think Hermes enjoys causing chaos wherever he goes."

The moon rose higher in the sky, casting its gentle glow over the Underworld. Sensing the time was right; Hades took Persephone's hand, leading her into a slow dance beneath the celestial light.

Later, as they sat together on the blanket, Persephone retrieved a bundle of letters from her bag. Hades watched with eager anticipation as she handed them to him, each one filled with the essence of her experiences in the mortal realm.

For hours, they immersed themselves in Persephone's words, her descriptions painting vivid images of the world above. Hades listened intently, savoring every detail as if he were there with her. The letters became a bridge between their two worlds, connecting them even when miles apart.

As the night deepened, Hades couldn't help but express his feelings in the best way he knew how—through a poem, despite its potential lameness.

"In the depths of shadows, where silence holds sway,

A love blooms eternal, no darkness can betray.

Persephone, my light, in the mortal realm's embrace,

You brought back the sun, and with it, my grace."

Persephone's eyes sparkled with emotion. "Harry, that was beautiful. Lame, but beautiful. I love it."

Hades chuckled, a twinkle in his eyes. "I aim to impress with my poetic prowess."

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver glow over the Underworld. Hades and Persephone lingered in each other's arms, the world around them forgotten. It was a moment frozen in time, a testament to the enduring love that bound them together.

>>>

As soon as they were back to the castle, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Sure, they were divine beings above human urges, but they couldn't deny the magnetic pull that drew them together.

They entered Harry’s room, closing the heavy wooden door behind them. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of candles, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls.

Their lips were on each other, now kissing with more lust and desire. Harry had been pent-up ever since he’d had his head between her plush thighs, and her moans, her whimpers, and her ultimate release had almost made him burst in his pants.

But he had held off.

Even he doesn’t quite recall how he did it, perhaps some “celestial” power he didn’t know he had.

He began by untying the strings on her white corset, so many of them there were. She could see that he was getting restless, and she spoke up, “You know you can use your magic, right? Make them disappear in a click of your fingers?”

He chuckled, looking up at her while he continued the task in hand, “I sure can, my love. But I want to see the way your body reacts to my touch when I undress you. The way your cheeks becomes red as part by part, your beautiful body is exposed to me. The gasp you release when I unhook your bra, and the whimper that comes from your lips when I rub your pretty pussy over your wet panties, which I know they quite are. I want to see it all”

Y/N blushed, unable to keep eye-contact with the god in front of him.

Soon, the corset was undone, and Harry removed her long gown. He reached back, swiftly unhooking her bra, and throwing it behind him. His hands were on her breasts, and he groaned as he kneaded them in his hands.

“So long, darling. So long I have gone without your body” he bent down, rolling a nipple between his fingers before taking it into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it, eliciting a whimper from her pretty mouth. He squeezed it in his palm, between his fingers, as he continued sucking on the hardened nub. His other hand trailed to her left breast, kneading it too while he rolled the nipple harshly between his fingers.

“Harry-it feels so good, fuck…” she cursed, pressing her thighs together as more and more arousal oozed out of her needy hole. She whimpered and moaned with need as he played with her breasts, alternating in kissing, sucking and biting them. He sucked a few bruises on them too, just around the areola, not too much in the areas where they could be seen by others.

Once he was satisfied with his work, pretty bruises that would turn purplish-red soon, he looked up at his love. Her head was thrown back, lips parted as she was getting wetter by each passing second.

Harry’s hands rested at her waist, and she opened her eyes, meeting his green ones.

He joined their lips again, and started to kitten lick and suck her tongue, while his eager hands explored her body. He drifted his hands to her damp centre, brushing his finger over the damp spot on her panties, just above her clit. She moaned into his mouth, and e swallowed it all up, before bringing his fingers to the waistband of her panties.

He broke the kiss, quickly dropping down to his knees before her. He pulled the ruined panties off her legs, unhooking them from her ankles and throwing them near the discarded bra.

She was now fully naked before him, and she wanted to hide herself. Given that he had already seen her a million times like this before, given their immortal nature, and yet, being this vulnerable made her shy.

She tries to close her legs before him, hide her pussy from his hungry eyes. He smiles, knowing that she must be feeling so shy, given how much time they had spent apart.

“It’s okay, love. I know it’s been a while, and you’d feel exposed being fully naked around me. But you don’t have to, love. Not from me. You never have to be nervous or shy around me. Naked or not, any way you are, you are absolutely ethereal. And divine”

She felt a sense of relief hearing those words. Being a goddess, she knew she was one of the most beautiful and stunning creatures to walk in the Underworld. Her ethereal form radiated a timeless beauty that transcended mortal comprehension. And she was the most confident when she was out in the world. Her words, her beauty, all were elements that captivated those fortunate enough to witness her presence. The ethereal glow surrounding her form seemed to dance in harmony with the confidence that emanated from within.

Yet, here she was, feeling exposed and shy in front of her own husband, who was on his knees in front of her, ready to worship her.

“And yet, if you don’t feel comfortable enough, dove, we don’t have to do this. It’s all right. We can-“ she stopped him mid-sentence.

“No, no-I-I want to, Harry, it’s just-the way you looked at me made me feel-like I’m not that beautiful as you tell me I am.”

“You are, my love. You are absolutely exquisite, my darling. And I’m going to show you just how damn breathtaking you look around my cock.”

“But-how?” she asked.

He smirked, before snapping his fingers. A long, floor length mirror appeared behind him,, making her look at her own reflection.

“But, Harry-“

“No questions, love. You had your fun throughout the day, now let me have mine”

He parted her legs, immediately attaching his mouth to her swollen clit. She released a moan, his mouth doing wonders between her legs.

He licked and sucked, and licked her pretty pussy till she was a moaning mess again, whimpering with her bottom lip between her teeth. Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes full of lust as she watched herself reach the high of pleasure.

Her chest had reddened, and eyes were hooded, threatening to fall shut with the sheer pleasure consuming her. Her hands were in his brown curls, pulling and pushing his head to her core at the same time, conflicted between the need to succumb to the upcoming pleasure or to pull away from it.

But, just as she was about to fall over the edge, he stopped. Pulled his mouth off of her, making her release a cry of need.

“Harry-I-I was so close-“

“I want you to come around my cock, darling. Want to see you fall apart as I fuck you”

He got up, knees wobbly. He started to undress himself, removing each piece of clothing while maintain eye contact with Y/N.

She was still coming down from the high he’d almost got her to, her breathing still rapid and ragged. Soon, he was naked in front of her, pushing her back on the bed on which she fell with a soft thud.

She sat up on her elbows, and he pulled her so she was sitting upright. He climbed on the bed behind her, and sat down.

With fingers still damp, he pushed her thighs apart wide, spreading his own as well and locking hers with his, so she couldn’t push them again.

She sighed as her pussy spread open, revealing her pretty hole to the gigantic mirror in front of them.

He took hold of her wrists, pinning them together behind her back.

“Keep ‘em there. Don’t move”

He warned.

And she knew better than to disobey him.

“Okay” a quite whisper, but he heard it well.

“Good girl”

Her pussy throbbed with need, her neglected clit swollen and red. He brought his hands to her thighs, lightly grazing them with his fingers. He rubbed his hands up and down, smoothing them up to the part where her centre meet her thighs, and retreating back, neglecting the place where she needed him the most.

“Harry-please” she begged, hoping he will give in and fuck her senseless.

“My rules tonight, darling” he answered simply, and she had no choice other than to sit pretty and take it.

His torture continued for quite a while, and she was so tired from his edging, her head resting limply on his shoulder. She would get excited whenever he would graze her clit, only to get disappointed immediately after.

When he decided that he had had enough, he finally gave in. She was so fucking wet already, soaking the satin sheets beneath them with the arousal that dripped down continuously. He brought two fingers to her entrance, gently pushing them in while he played with her perky nipples, twisting them while stuffing her full.

“Oh fuck, Har-“ she cursed, her walls immediately clamping down on his two fingers. She tried to move herself on him, grind on his fingers, but he held them apart nicely, stopping any movements.

“Feel good?” he asked, pinching her nipple as he stuffed his fingers fully in, gently flicking the tips inside her tight walls.

“Mhm, yes, feels good-fuck!” he pushed another finger in, thrusting them in and out at a godly speed. She scratched his chest, nails scraping down his abdomen. She was feeling so good again, ready to burst at any moment.

That’s when he stopped-again. Pulled his fingers out completely. And just as she was about to open her mouth and whine about it-he pushed them into her mouth.

She moaned around them, sucking and licking off her own sweet arousal. He groaned at this, feeling so impossibly hard that he thought he will burst again.

“That’s it-good girl” he pulled them out, wiping them on her stomach. She smirked, knowing how she had imagined it was his cock between her lips, and made him imagine the same too.

Her on her knees before him, his hands in her hair, gripping them harshly as she took him like a pro. All those filthy thoughts muddled his mind, and he couldn’t hold back longer.

He turned her around easily, pushing her back down so her back was on the mattress, and he climbed on top of her. His lips attached to her neck, licking and sucking as he spread her legs apart with his hand, positioning his cock just before her lips.

Parting them with his one hand, he released a sigh of relief as he pushed himself in, her warm walls feeling so heavenly around his cock. He had held off for so long, focusing on her pleasure more than his. But now, he was going to fuck her good, make her see stars as she came around her cock again and again.

She grabbed onto his shoulders, nails scratching their way down as she felt the initial burn of his cock stretching her wide open. She tried to keep her composure, but how good she, when it hurt so good and felt even better at the same time?

He gave her time to adjust to his length, not trying to overwhelm her with bottoming out immediately. Once she was, she gave him a quick nod to keep going.

That was all he needed, as he carefully pushed in to the hilt, bottoming out inside her as his balls slapped with her ass. She wrapped her legs around his slim waist as he grabbed her wrists, pulling them from his shoulder and pinning them above her head.

“Gonna fuck you real good today” he promised, snapping his hips against hers. His cock drive into her warn hole again and again, making her throw her head back with pleasure. He took this opportunity and kisses and nipped at her neck, her jaw slack with pleasure. The bed started to rock against the wall due to the force of his thrusts, her slick folds coating his cock with arousal every time he pushed in. She was impossibility wet, and on the verge of falling over the edge.

“Oh my god!” she whimpered out when he gave a particularly hard thrust, her legs shaking with pleasure. His hands wrapped around her neck, slightly putting pleasure as he forced her to open her eyes.

“Look at me when you cum” he said, and she immediately nodded, not wanting to risk any other orgasm because of disobedience.

But she was disappointed quickly as he pulled out again, leaving her on the edge. She had been so pent up. and now on the verge of crying.

He picked her up, turning her around to face the mirror, on her hands and knees. They were shaking profusely, so he had to slide an arm beneath to support her pliant body.

“Look at me when you cum. In the mirror” he grabbed her jaw and positioned her face so she was forced to loom at herself, her body succumbing to pleasure that he gave her.

Every push of his cock in her melted her further and further, breasts jiggling with the force of his harsh thrusts, again and again.

“Har-please” she pleaded, not being able to hold off for any longer.

“Yeah, baby? You want to come?” he asked.

She nodded, not being able to form any coherent sentence, she was about to fall over the edge, just needed that little push, just a little…

He seemed to have read her mind because as soon as she thought of that, his fingers were on her clit, harshly rubbing concentrated circles, enough to take her fall over the edge she was teetering on.

“Watch yourself. Look how pretty you look falling apart on m’ cock, darling” her eyes quickly drifted to the mirror in front, and indeed, he was correct.

Her cheeks were flushed red , her face glowing as she released warm puffs of air through her open mouth. He was filling her up so good, pressing against the soft, spongy spot deep inside of her that made her toes curl and eyes to roll into the back of her head.

The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, her moans and whimpers, and his grunts audible above them all. He gripped her hips harshly, nails digging in as he prepared to spill himself inside her.

“I'm close too…” he announced, and leaned in, wrapping his hand around her middle. He pulled her neck so that her back touched his clammy chest, the change in positioning giving him a deeper angle.

“Harry-Oh fuck!” she immediately gave in, her legs giving out beneath her as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body, blinding her vision and ringing her ears. His hand on her swollen clit was relentless, and so was his speed of fucking her through her orgasm.

“Harry-har-feels so fucking good, har” she stuttered, mouth open as she watched herself come undone on his cock. A warm glow enveloped her, and she looked absolutely breathtaking. But, her eyes were fixated on her Harry, who was just about to cum.

His eyes were closed shut, low grunts leaving his lips with each thrust as he gave in, and the first few drops of his release coated her walls.

“Fuck, baby. Making me feel-so-fucking-good, Fuck! His words were punctuated with thrusts to her cunt, spilling more and more of his milky cum with each push inside.

“Cum for me, Har-give me all you have” her soft voice egged him on, as her warm walls milked him for all he had. Once he was done, he gave her a final look in the mirror, before falling down on the bed, taking her with him.

In the hushed aftermath of their intimate celebration, Hades and Persephone lay entwined in the ethereal glow of their chamber. The flickering candlelight cast a warm hue over the room, a testament to the love that had just been shared. The echoes of their whispers lingered, blending with the quietude that enveloped the space.

Hades traced delicate patterns on Persephone's bare back, his touch a caress that spoke of both passion and tenderness. Her hair spilled like a cascade of midnight over the pillows, and the moonlight filtering through the window bathed them in a soft, celestial radiance.

The room seemed to respond to their connection, as if the very walls held the echoes of their shared love. The air shimmered with an otherworldly energy, and the shadows on the walls danced in tandem with the rhythm of their hearts.

As they lay there, the tapestry of their shared history unfolded in their minds—the challenges they had faced, the laughter they had shared, and the quiet moments that had solidified their bond. Hades couldn't help but marvel at the depth of emotion Persephone brought into his life—a depth that went beyond the confines of the Underworld and stretched into the boundless expanse of eternity.

Their connection, both physical and emotional, created a cocoon of intimacy that shielded them from the outside world. The grandeur of the Underworld, the echoes of the banquet, and the responsibilities of ruling—all faded into insignificance in the embrace of their private sanctuary.

As the night deepened, they spoke of dreams and aspirations, of the moments that had left an indelible mark on their souls and of the endless possibilities that awaited them in the expanse of eternity. The bedroom, once a quiet space, became a canvas for their shared reflections and whispered confessions.

In the quiet moments between their words, Hades couldn't help but be grateful for the cosmic tapestry that had woven their fates together. Persephone, once a fleeting vision in the mortal realm, had become the heartbeat of his existence—the one who brought warmth to the depths of the Underworld and a symphony of joy to his immortal heart.

And so, in the heart of the Underworld, where time moved in a rhythm known only to gods, Hades and Persephone continued their intimate celebration. The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery glow a witness to the depth of their connection.

As the night wore on, they found solace in the quiet moments of shared laughter, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. The room became a haven, a sanctuary for the love that had endured through the ages. Their connection, both physical and emotional, became a testament to the enduring power of love in the face of eternity.

And as they drifted into the peaceful embrace of sleep, still entwined in each other's arms, the echoes of their shared celebration lingered in the air. The Underworld, once a realm of shadows, held within its depths a love story that unfolded in the quiet moments of the night—a love story destined to resonate through the corridors of eternity.

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One day, as they stood on the shores of the Styx, Hades couldn't help but ponder the nature of their love. "Persephone, my queen, do you ever tire of the Underworld? Would you prefer a life in the mortal realm or on Mount Olympus?"

Persephone looked into his eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Harry, it's not about the realm we're in; it's about the love we share. Whether in the Underworld, the mortal realm, or the heavens above, as long as we are together, that's where I belong."

Hades felt a surge of gratitude and love for the woman standing beside him. "You truly are my light in the darkness, Persephone."

Their days were filled with laughter, shared adventures, and stolen moments of intimacy. Hades reveled in the simple pleasures of mortal-inspired picnics, where they lounged in the Fields of Asphodel, surrounded by the beauty Persephone had brought to his kingdom.

As the seasons changed, and the tapestry of time unfolded, Hades and Persephone's love deepened. They faced challenges together, weathered storms, and celebrated triumphs. The Underworld, once a place of solitude and shadows, became a canvas for their love story—a story that echoed through the corridors of eternity.

In the quietude of the Underworld, where the river Styx whispered ancient secrets, Hades and Persephone found a love that transcended the boundaries of the realms. And as they danced under the eternal moonlight, their hearts beat in harmony, creating a melody that echoed

Through the ages, their love story continued to unfold, a tale woven into the fabric of time itself. The Underworld bore witness to the eons that passed, yet Hades and Persephone remained a constant, their love enduring like the everlasting cycle of the seasons.

They explored the hidden realms of the Underworld, discovering forgotten chambers and secret passages. Hades showed Persephone the intricacies of his kingdom, the responsibilities and duties that came with ruling the dead. Yet, through it all, their love remained a guiding light, illuminating the darkest corners of the Underworld.

One day, as they stood on the precipice of the Abyss, where the echoes of lost souls reverberated, Hades spoke of his deepest fears and vulnerabilities. Persephone listened with compassion, her love a balm for the wounds that time had etched into his immortal heart.

"I never imagined I could share my burdens with another," Hades admitted, his voice a low rumble that echoed in the cavernous space. "But with you, Persephone, everything feels different. I am not alone."

Persephone took his hand, her touch comforting warmth. "We face the challenges together, Harry. Your burdens are mine, just as mine are yours. We are partners in this journey through eternity."

Their love became a beacon in the Underworld, a source of inspiration for lost souls seeking solace. Tales of Hades and Persephone's enduring love spread through the realm, offering hope to those who had long forgotten the warmth of companionship.

As the years unfolded, they witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations in the mortal realm. Hades and Persephone, however, remained unchanged, their love an eternal flame that defied the ravages of time. They watched as mortal heroes rose to greatness and tragic tales unfolded, the threads of destiny weaving a tapestry that stretched across the ages.

In the midst of it all, Hades and Persephone continued to find joy in the simple pleasures of life. They reveled in the beauty of the Underworld's landscapes, danced under the light of a thousand moons, and discovered hidden realms that held secrets untold. Their love was a journey, an exploration of the boundless possibilities that eternity offered.

Yet, even in the midst of their idyllic existence, challenges arose. Forces from the depths of the Underworld, ancient and formidable, sought to disrupt the delicate balance of their love. Hades and Persephone faced trials that tested the very foundation of their connection, but in each trial, their love emerged stronger, more resilient.

Together, they faced adversaries and overcame obstacles that threatened the harmony of the Underworld. Hades, once perceived as a fearsome deity, revealed the depth of his compassion and the strength of his love. Persephone, with her gentle yet unwavering spirit, became a beacon of hope for all who traversed the shadowy realms.

Their love story, once confined to the whispers of the Underworld, became a legend that transcended the boundaries of the mortal and immortal realms alike. Mortals sang songs of their enduring love, poets crafted verses in their honor, and artists immortalized their images on canvas.

As the centuries passed, the Underworld transformed into a realm of balance and harmony. The once desolate landscapes bloomed with vibrant flora, and the river Styx flowed with a gentle serenity. Hades and Persephone, hand in hand, continued to rule the Underworld with grace and wisdom, their love a testament to the eternal dance of life and death.

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kiss her & don’t tells= pink

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not released yet/ ☓= red

LONG HAIR HARRY↓

Temporary Fix *

summary During the On the Road Again Tour, Harry uses his bandmate’s girlfriend as a distraction from his previous relationship.

PRINCE HAIR HARRY ↓

Grounded *

summary: in which your boyfriend skips a party to be with you.

Attention Span of A Goldfish *

summary: harry proves his point.

Good Boy *

ask: Subrry so gone that he keeps eating you even after you have already cum and are overstimulated but he can’t stop because he just wants to be a good boy for you 😩 I HOPE YOU ARE WELL

LOVE ON TOUR↓

Harryween *

summary: y/n loves harry’s costume.

Midnights *

summary: in which, harry is horny late into the night.

Orgasm Denial w/ Subbry *

ask: su -susss-sub harry pls mama pls pls PLEASE IM BEGGING BANGING MY FIST AGAINST THE GROUNG

Tripping, Falling

summary: subspace blurb

Happy new year

summary in which harry and y/n celebrate their second new years together and y/n makes a big decision in order to keep her and harry’s relationship alive.

DAD!HARRY↓

Harry’s Daughters

Stranger Things Release + Dating Rumors

Los Angeles Residency 4 and 5

(better together series)

PHH/LHH as a dad

Santa Baby *

summary: In which, the Styles’ family is spending their first Christmas in one their homes, in Y/n’s hometown, Boston.

WORST DADDY EVER

summary in which Angel is upset with her father and calls him the worst dad ever.

LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO *

summary: harry and his wife have kitchen sex

The Start of HS4…

HUSBAND!HARRY

Pregnancy Announcement Extended

Los Angeles Residency 4 and 5

Grammys ‘23

summary harry and y/n are up against each other.

The Start of HS4

SOON TO BE DAD!HARRY

Pregnancy Announcement Extended

NERD!HARRY↓

The Cute Tutor *

summary harry is completely obsessed with y/n. but when harry volunteered to be y/n’s tutor just as an excuse to see her every week, he had no idea having an attraction to someone you’re tutoring would become such torture. but harry is completely oblivious to y/n’s flirtatious manner towards him.

cw: phone sex

BOYFRIEND!HARRY↓

Open *

Best of Friends

summary actress!singer!reader is best friends with the one and only harry styles. many suspect romance between the two… but can you blame them? here are some of their birthday post for each other throughout the years💕 face claim, gracie abrams

Princess Treatment

18+ subspace aftercare with no plot

Subrry x Mean!Y/n

ask: can you please write subrry with mean dom y/n? <33 i feel deprived of subrry lately 😭

Precious *

summary In which Y/n is busy and isn’t able to tend and take care of a small sensitive Harry.

Breed Me *

summary: Harry breeds his wife with baby #2

Sad Harry (blurb)

summary harry’s sad and doesn’t know why.

DAD’S BESTFRIEND!HARRY↓

Beautiful Corruption *

You’re Pretty When You Cry *

CHEATER!HARRY↓

Party Pleaser

summary: where y/n tends to think she can blackmail harry to get what she wants but harry puts her in her place awfully quick by making her plead for a gut wrenching orgasm.

ALL MINE *

PROFESSOR!HARRY↓

Edge of Seventeen

BEST FRIEND’S DAD↓

Relentless *

Better Than Me*

DADDY!HARRY↓

Play Date ft. Zayn Malik *

EX BOYFRIEND!HARRY ↓

BAD KIND OF BUTTERFLIES *

summary:

OLDER!HARRY↓

Relentless *

Better Than Me *

FWB!HARRY↓

SHOULD’VE SAID IT *

summary: In which Harry and Y/n had a situationship a few months back. Y/n gets a new boyfriend who she claims she loves deeply but when Harry comes back and they hook up it makes all of his feelings for her suddenly come back. But Y/n claims Harry is too late.

STEPBROTHER!HARRY↓

WHOSE GONNA BRING THE POP TO THE CINEMA?

ask: HEYYY!! I LOVE your writings! can you please write one, where they fuck in the cinema OR ANY PUBLIC SEX? Either stepbrother h or dbf harry. I don’t care which one you choose, I just want that to happen.

FRAT BOY!HARRY↓

LAST CHRISTMAS

summary In which Harry and Y/n had relationship troubles last christmas and are excited to celebrate their first christmas together.

FETUS!HARRY↓

GANG!HARRY↓

STEPDAD!HARRY↓

PORNSTAR!HARRY↓

LIVE ON TOUR↓

BROTHER’S BESTFRIEND↓

the smug "i still got it" face...

a @1800titz & @cherryjuiceblues collab

TWO PARTERS

HITCHHIKERRY Part 1 — @1800titz

The one in which there’s an unsuspecting driver, a long, lewd drive, and a friendly hitchhiker with sunshine yellow nails and wicked intentions

HITCHHIKERRY Part 2 — @cherryjuiceblues

The one in which there’s an alleyway, trailing fingertips and lingering questions, and the same sunshine yellow nails digging in