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Any fics that feature an asterisk (*) denote smut. Click on each bolded title to read said fic.  Fics start from oldest to newest (the newest piece of writing will always be at the bottom, including under blurbs)

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Masterlist

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» Harry Talk Tag

» Harry Astrology Talk / Harry Styles Astrology Compatibility Masterpost 

» Harry MBTI Talk

» Texts with Harry

Harry’s night out

Harry and the Quokka

Harry can see you waking up in his t-shirt

Harry doesn’t like waking up alone

Harry’s never one to follow the law

Harry’s a little jealous

Harry the Piping Plover

Harry just wants a taste*

Harry’s mustache needs some work

Harry wants you safe

Harry misses Sprout

» Harry Lists

50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does: A List

50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does (in bed): A Fluffy List

50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does (in bed): A Smutty List*

50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does as a New Dad: A List

» Drabble Challenge

“I don’t want you to stop.”*

“Stop being so cute.”

“Show me what’s behind your back.” and “No. Regrets.”

“How drunk was I?”* (3k+)

» Standalone One Shots/Imagines

Some Like it Hot* (5k+)

Make It Like Your Birthday Every Day* (3k+)

Love You Most* (5k+)

Ruin You* (7k+)

Nine Months* (17k+)

» Miniseries

She’s Just Not That Into You  »  complete ✓

Part I

Part II

Part III*

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Harry delivers a pizza to Y/N’s house.

Harry hates his job.

It was only part-time but every shift he feels like he’s worked twelve hours. He’s worked at this pizzeria for the better part of three months and already wants to quit but knows he can’t because he needs the extra spending money. Somebody should’ve told him senior year of high school wasn’t cheap.

So, here he is, clocking in at the God forsaken pizzeria, as his coworker Joanie hands him four pizzas. “Thank God you’re here. It’s been so busy tonight, and Steve is a shit deliverer. We sent him out with one pizza 30 minutes ago, and he’s still not back. You’re fast so can you take these four to 043 Oaklan Court? Just 10 minutes away. You’ll probably be back before Steve, that rat. I don’t know what’s taking him so long. Probably dicking around with some girl that ordered the pizza.” Harry chuckles. “Right, be on your way. And try to be back quick because our phones keep ringing and ringing. Think we’ll be making deliveries until 2am.” Great, Harry thinks. It’s only 9pm now, and he was working a five hour shift, hoping they’d let him go home early. Not anymore. Friday nights are always hectic.

Harry gets in his silver four-door, cranks up the A/C because it was extremely hot this spring night, and drives to the address he was told. The house was nice. A red brick two-story, with French doors as their front door. Someone’s rich.

The door swings open almost immediately after Harry rings the doorbell, and he almost falls the fuck over. The girl standing in the doorway was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, he thinks. No, he knows. He couldn’t stop staring; noting how soft her hair looked, how pretty her face was, and how perfect he found her body. She was only wearing green cotton shorts and a white tank top (with no bra) so Harry could see the faint peak of her nipples slightly hardened by the air hitting them as she answered the door. Harry knew he must be drooling. How could he not? Just as he makes his line of sight even with hers, she clears her throat.

“Oh! Uh… your-your total is $44.17”, his head lowered slightly, cheeks a light pink.

She gives a small smile, handing him a 50 dollar bill. “Keep the change, cutie.” Harry snaps his head up at the pet name, taking the money as well, murmuring a soft “thanks”, before handing her the pizzas. She takes them and smiles at him once again before closing the door. Harry lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Fuck me.

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The rest of his shift, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about that girl. Even after, when he was home and in his bed, he thought of her (mostly her nipples peaking through her shirt, and the way her thighs filled out her shorts) again and again and again as his fist worked over himself. He felt a little bad because his interaction with her was so miniscule, but he was a horny teenager afterall.

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The following week, this time on a Saturday night, Harry was sent to deliver pizzas again to 043 Oaklan Court, and he felt giddy. Proper excited to hopefully see this girl again. A tiny piece inside of him hopes she ordered pizza from the same place as last time so she could see Harry again, but he knows it’s probably because the pizza is good. (Harry hates working there, but he loves the pizza. Sometimes, he thinks the melt-y cheese and stuffed crust makes up for the tedious deliveries and angry customers). Excitedly, Harry picks up the pizzas from the counter, gets in his car, and drives to the girl’s house. I wonder what her name is? Harry thinks. Julia? No. Alexis? No. Maybe Karla? Not really. An Evelyn perhaps? Probably not. All these names were nice, but didn’t fit the appearance of his girl. He decided he was going to ask her, her name after he rang the doorbell.

Once again, Harry is about to fall on his ass as the girl opens the door. This time, she’s only wearing a long t-shirt (with no bra, yet again, and her nipples are especially hard. It must be cold in her house) that covers the top of her thick, smooth thighs. Harry thinks she must be wearing a tiny pair of shorts, at least, underneath the shirt, but he’s proven wrong as she reaches up to put her long hair into a bun, and Harry’s flashed with a bit of her cotton orange panties. Harry looks up quickly, already feeling his face get hot (and his pants a little tighter as well) as he tries to make eye contact with her but fails once he remembers he came all over his hand to the thought of her. He knows his cheeks must be scarlett by now.

“Hi again,” she searches for his name tag, “Harry. That’s a nice name.” She smiles warmly at him. “How much is it?”

Harry thinks her voice is the prettiest sound in the world. Wants to hear the scratchiness of it when she wakes up and wants to hear the softness of it before she goes to sleep. He’s fallen for this girl quite hard, and he doesn’t even know her name. “Oh, it’s $28.92”, Harry makes eye contact again. “What-What’s your name?” He doesn’t know why, but he feels silly asking for her name… but he just has to know what it is.

“Y/N, and here’s $35. You can keep the change.” Y/N was the perfect name for her, he thinks. He smiles and takes the money, thanking her for the tip while handing her the pizzas. “I hope I was your last delivery for the night because it looks like you have a situation to take care of.” She looks down at Harry’s growing bulge and giggles. Harry covers himself with the bag the pizzas were in, feeling like his face was on fire.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine.” Y/N continues giggling. “Have a good night.” She turns around, letting Harry see her pert ass cheeks hanging out of her panties, making him gulp. Before she shuts the door, she looks over her shoulder, catching Harry eyeing her ass. She giggles again.

Harry looks down at his crotch. “Really? Right now? You have a mind of your own don’t you?!” As if on cue, he feels himself pulse.

Harry wishes that was his last delivery of the night.

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A few days later, on a Tuesday afternoon, Harry gets a call from his work. It was his off day and usually his managers only call him to ask to come in. Reluctantly, he answered.

“Hello?” He knuckled his eyes. Despite it being 4pm, Harry had just woken up from the nap he takes during his off period.

“Yeah, Harry, this is Ralph. Need you to come in today, if you can. There’s this girl who ordered a pizza, but she specifically asked for you to deliver it. Thought it was weird like she might be some serial killer, but we looked it up and we’ve delivered to her before. So, can you come in?”

Harry was very confused, his mind still groggy from the nap. “What girl?”

“Lives on Oaklan. Ring a bell?”

Holy shit! Y/N personally asked for Harry? To deliver her a pizza? Harry sky rockets out of bed, almost dropping his phone as he searches for a pair of jeans to put on. “Yeah! I’ve delivered to her before.”

“Great! What time do you think you’ll be in?”

Harry puts his phone on speaker so he can hurriedly get dressed. “15 minutes?”

“Okay! Thanks, Harry.”

Harry’s never gotten ready so fast in his life.

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Harry drives to work, picks up the pizza (which he thought was weird. She always ordered at least three or four), and zooms over to Y/N’s house, going 40 in a residential when he should’ve gone 30, but he’s too excited. He wonders why she asked for him. Was she planning on doing anything? Harry hopes she kisses him. The night after he delivered to her the second time, he thought about her lips before he went to sleep. They were so pink and plump, he thought about what it’d be like to kiss her, or to have her lips around his cock. That’s what really made him cum that night. The thought of using her pretty mouth to get off. In the week and few days he’s known her, he’s already gotten off to the thought of her five times. Usually, Harry only jerks off maybe three times a week because he’s so busy with work and school, by the time his head hits the pillow he’s proper tired, but this girl makes him horny. This past week at school, his friends had been concerned about the bags under his eyes, telling him to get more sleep, but Harry enjoyed what he was doing more than sleeping.

When Harry gets to Y/N’s doorstep, she opens the door without Harry even ringing the doorbell, like she’d been looking out the window waiting for him.

“Hi, Harry!” She was quite perky today. Like her tits. Harry thought. On this warm afternoon, she wore a yellow v-neck that was cut very low, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, and they must be very hard because Harry could see a bit of the bumps forming on her areolas as well. Harry swollowed thickly as he averted his eyes downward, focusing on the way her thick thighs filled out the denim shorts she was wearing. “I know you weren’t working today, one of your managers I think told me, but I wanted you to deliver it to me anyway! Thought we could hang out for a bit since I have the house to myself for a few hours, and I don’t think you’re weird or anything, so that’s good.” Harry looks up, cocking his head to the side with a smile planted on his face. “Like weird as in creepy, like I don’t think you’ll try anything with me. You’re very nice from what I’ve gathered. And cute.”

This is a lot of information Harry has taken in, but what stuns him the most is that she wanted him to come in and hang out with her. That sounded like the best idea he’s ever heard.

“Thank you, I like to think I’m quite nice.” Y/N steps out of the way to make room for Harry to enter her house.

“You are! Who else would’ve came in to work to deliver one pizza. That’s downright kind.”

“Well, I like to treat people with kindness. Just seems right.” Harry looks around. “Where should I put this?” He looks at the pizza.

“Oh, well I’m not hungry now, so you can just place it on that table right there. Come on! Let’s go up to my room.”

Before Harry can gather his bearings, she grabs his wrist, making Harry drop the pizza onto the table as she tugs him up the stairs.

His heart is beating fast. They’re not going to do anything, right? Maybe just talk, at most? If Harry had known he was going to be in this pretty girl’s room he would’ve showered and put on the expensive cologne his sister bought him for his 18th birthday a few months ago.

When they get to Y/N’s room, her door is already open, letting them both walk in. She sits down on her bed, Harry hesitantly sitting down next to her. “Don’t be so shy!” She giggles as she moves closer, their knees touching. “I know you like me, Harry.” She holds his hand in hers, causing him to look down as she interlocks their fingers then look up at her face that is very close to his. “Is this okay? Being this close?” Her breath hitting his cheek.

“Uh-huh.” Harry breathes, his eyes switching back and forth between her eyes and lips. “I do like you.” He leans foreword. Kiss her, you idiot.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” She leans foreword as well, their lips brushing. Harry can’t take it anymore. He leans a centimeter in, meshing their lips together. Y/N immediately kisses back, moving her lips with his, light smacking noises heard between little breaks between the kisses. Harry feels his pants grow uncomfortably tight, making him groan lowly into her mouth. Y/N moves into Harry’s lap, straddling his thighs, and feels the large bump in his pants. She breaks the kiss but keeps their lips close enough to brush against each other. “Someone’s excited.” She looks down, seeing how tight his pants had become, looking like the fabric was being stretched to its limits. He must be really big, Y/N thought. “You know”, she reaches down, rubbing him softly over his obvious erection, “on Saturday, when you got hard in front of me, that was really hot.” Her eyes shoot up to his, but he’s not looking at her. He’s watching her palm rub over his crotch, mouth agape, chest slightly heaving. She giggles and places a kiss on his cheek, “you’re so cute”, before rubbing a little harder, making Harry lift his hips involuntarily. “I got myself off that night.” Harry’s eyes find hers, her cheeks holding a slight flush. “I was so wet, thinking about if you were touching yourself too.” Harry twitches in his pants, a bit of precum making a wet stain appear on his jeans.

“I was. Fuck, I was.” His hands go to her hips as she starts grinding down on his crotch, removing her hand. “I was thinking about what your tits look like, since you never wear a fucking bra.” His right hand moves up to cup her left breast. Y/N throws her head back, grinding down a little harder. As Harry tweaks her nipple, she removes her shirt, lifting it over her head, letting her breasts bounce as they’re freed. Harry thought he couldn’t get any harder, but he sure could. As soon as he sees her tits, he feels himself throb even harder, releasing more precum, making his boxers sticky with it. He reaches up with both hands, tweaking each nipple for a few moments before ducking his head down and sucking the right one into his mouth. Y/N grabs ahold of his hair, a wet gasp leaving her full lips as Harry sucks and bites at her pebbled nub. As he moves to the other, his lips dragging across the valley between her breasts, he asks her, “what did you think about when you were touching yourself?” He engulfs her left nipple in the wet warmth of his mouth.

“You fucking me.” Harry bites down on her breast at that answer. “You looked so big in your pants that night, I thought about you bending me over and taking me from behind.” She’s grinding even harder now. “I bet your cock is so big, Harry. Can I please see it?” She pouts her lips in a dramatic way, batting her eyelashes.

“Well how am I supposed to say no to that?” Y/N giggles and unbuttons his pants, not even needing to unzip them because Harry’s heavy cock made a show of pushing through; it was so hard. He lifts off the mattress, letting Y/N pull his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh. His cock is so hard, it slaps against his stomach, leaving precum on the bottom of his shirt. Harry swiftly removes it, tossing it on the other side of the bed, before helping Y/N off his lap to slide her shorts down her legs, leaving her completely bare. She grabs Harry’s pants and boxers, yanking them off all the way, before pushing him onto his back on the mattress, straddling him once again. She’s sitting right below his cock, watching it twitch every so often. It was an angry red, the vein pulsing, and precum constantly dribbling out. She grabs ahold of it, only to pull it back and let it go, watching it slap against his stomach again. She swears he’s gotten harder because it made a noise this time it hit his stomach. It made her whine, grinding her clit a bit on his balls. “Hear how hard I am for you, baby?” She nods and bites her lip, reaching for him again, pumping his thick shaft in her fist. “Condom?” He gasps as she swipes her thumb across his slit, collecting the wetness and bringing it up to her mouth. She must enjoy the taste because she moaned lewdly, her thumb still between her lips.

“Mhmm”, her answer muffled by her thumb. She reaches over to her bedside table and takes one out, opens it with her teeth, and slides it onto his throbbing cock. “I really wanted to suck you off, but I can’t wait anymore. I need you to fuck me. I’m so wet. Feel.” She grabs his hand and pulls it down to her cunt, letting his fingertips rub over her dripping slit and clit. Harry sucks in a breath, keeping his thumb on her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight little circles as his middle and ring fingers find her weepy hole and sink knuckle deep into it. Y/N whines, rocking her hips foreword to take more of Harry’s long, thick fingers inside her. She’s so wet, his fingers slide all the way in, in one go. He pumps them in and out, as Y/N’s sat above him, rocking away, trying to take as much as possible inside her aching cunt. It feels really good, but she wants something thicker. Needs something thicker. She lets Harry finger fuck her for a few more minutes before grabbing ahold of his wrist, pulling it away from her pussy. She brings his hand up to her mouth, sliding his wet fingers against her tongue, tasting herself. Harry’s cock gives a slight twitch at the sight, leaking more precum into the condom. He was so hard, he thought it was going to fall off. He needed to cum, and he needed to cum soon. “I taste so good. Maybe next time you can taste me.” She winks at him, and Harry loses it; takes ahold of himself and lines it up with her pussy.

“If you keep talking like that, I’m gonna cum before we even start.” He nudges his cockhead at her clit, rubbing it against it for a bit, making Y/N whine, before finding her hole again and pushing up with his hips so his tip slides inside. Y/N gasps, already being stretched and only the head was inside, body shaking as he pushes more and more inside her velvety pussy. Y/N meets him half way, sliding down onto him as he pushes up. It felt wonderful, Y/N’s eyes starting to fill with tears, but the good kind. “Does it hurt?” Harry’s voice laced with worry.

Y/N shakes her head. “It feels really good. You’re so big and thick. It feels so good,” she repeats. Her head is swimming, eyes rolling back into her head as she’s seated completely on him, his balls against her ass.

She lifts off him slowly, until only the tip is inside her, staying like that for a few moments. Harry looks down at the sight, which was fucking hot, but he wanted to feel her again. He stationed his hands at her hips and yanked her roughly down onto him, causing Y/N to puff out her lips while she moaned. “Don’t tease me like that again.” He says through his teeth. Y/N found this side of Harry incredibly sexy, wanting to test the waters again. She scraped her nails down his chest, hoping it would distract him from her lifting off him again, the way she did before, but it didn’t. He yanked her down again, making Y/N’s thighs clench. Harry felt so hard inside her, and the roughness added with it only made it feel that much better. “I said to not tease me like that again, didn’t I?” He flips them over so he’s on top and pulls his prick out of her. Y/N whines in protest and pouts as he scoots the both of them down to the foot of the bed. He sits up, his legs hanging off the bed, making Y/N lay across his lap with her ass lifted slightly in the air. He kneads both cheeks, making Y/N moan. “Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.” He spanks her right cheek, then her left, making Y/N grind down onto his thigh. “Are you going to listen to me from now on? Or will I have to do this again?” He spanks her a little harder, making her skin turn red. Y/N’s pussy was wet before, but she was dripping now. This was her first time being spanked, and she loved it. She raised her ass a little higher up in the air, burying her face in her blankets.

“I’ll be a good girl.” Her voice muffled by the sheets.

“What was that?” Harry grips her hair and pulls her head up. “Can you repeat that for daddy?”

Y/N must be the luckiest girl in the world. Not only is she having sex with the hottest guy she’s ever seen, but he also has a daddy kink? Without her telling him she had one also? She couldn’t believe it.

“I’ll be a good girl for you, daddy.” She wiggles her ass in the air. “Only bad girls get spanked. I’m a good girl.”

“You think you’re a good girl?” He spanks her again, but this time it’s on her pussy. Y/N’s body tenses, face trying to hide in the sheets again, but Harry still has his hand wrapped around her hair. “Good girls don’t tease their daddies. And you teased me twice. I don’t think that’s very nice, do you?” Harry slides his pinky inside her, just to tease her further.

“I’m sorry!” She squeaks; poor thing so sexually frustrated she just wanted Harry’s cock deep inside her aching pussy. “I won’t do it again, daddy. Please, fuck me now. I’ll be a good girl. The best girl, please, I-“ she’s cut off by Harry lifting her off his lap and bending her over the bed. He stands behind her, holds both her wrists with one hand and plunges inside in one thrust. Y/N’s body gets pushed foreword with how rough he dicked into her, her nipples brushing against the sheets which burns a little, but she revels in it.

Harry starts up a quick, steady pace. Fucks her with such vigor, her ass cheeks jiggle each time his pelvis meets her skin. He’s not going super fast, just enough to have her biting his shirt he’d tossed on the bed earlier. He lets go of her wrists, places both of his hands on her hips and really fucks her. Thrusts his big, thick cock all the way inside her, circling his hips when he’s all the way in before pulling out, making her moan against the shirt she’s biting. She almost wishes he wasn’t wearing a condom; wanting to feel his precum drench her cunt even more. With each stroke of his cock against her wet walls, she gets closer and closer. Harry spanks her right hip before grabbing her by the hair and lifting her up so her back is to his chest. This new angle makes both of them moan, Harry burying his face in her shoulder as he continues to pound into her. Y/N arches her back, her ass pushing back, making Harry’s cock slide deeper into her. Harry groans, bites her shoulder, and fucks her in little hard thrusts, as if he was about to cum. Y/N reaches back with one hand to twirl her fingers in his hair.

“You like that?” He licks underneath her ear, his right hand going up to twist and pull her nipple as his other hand holds her hip. Y/N nods, whining while doing so. “I knew you would.” His thrusts get a bit more aggressive; he’s so close. “Told me you came thinking about me fucking your tight little pussy from behind. So you knew I had to, didn’t you baby? Knew I had to do whatever my pretty girl wanted me to.” The hand that was playing with her nipple dropped down, rubbing the skin of her stomach (Harry mumbling a “so soft”) before the pads of her fingers find her clit, lightly petting it. Y/N arches her back again, Harry pounding on as he rubs her clit only with one finger to tease her. “So fucking wet for me, I can hear it.” He fucks her even harder just so they can both hear the squelching sound her pussy makes each time his cock pushes inside of her. “After I make you cum with my cock, I’m gonna make you cum with my tongue.” Y/N throws her head back on his shoulder, her mouth hung open and her eyes hooded. “Have you on your back as I stuff you with my tongue. Have it drip down my chin for me to lick up later.” His thrusts becomes sporadic, his abdomen clenching uncontrollably. “Then maybe if you’re still being good for me, I’ll feed you my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me sliding my big cock between your pretty lips?”

That’s all it took for Y/N. Her back arched one more time, her stomach clenching and unclenching, her thighs shaking. The only thing keeping her standing is Harry’s cock in her cunt, ramming into her at full speed. “Yes, fuck me. Squeeze my cock.” His finger rubs faster on her clit, making Y/N stand up on her toes, hands steadying herself on the bed as her body continues to shake. Harry fucks her all the way through it, Y/N trying to fall onto the mattress, but he stops her. Holds her to his chest as he pounds her a few more times before coming himself. Shooting into the condom, a lot, and fucking her slowly until he comes to a stop. He rests his forehead against her back, trying to even his breathing with hers. Once he does, he pulls out slowly (not wanting to hurt her), and takes the condom off, kissing her shoulder before going to throw it away in the small trash can next to her bed. He plops down on her comforter, sighing happily as Y/N joins him, curling into his side.

“You’re really good at that.” She kisses right below his armpit. “You took a class on it or something?”

Harry chuckles. “You were good too. Really good. I wanted to cum right when I got inside you, but I figured I’d be a gentleman and make you cum first.” He pokes the tip of her nose, making Y/N smile.

“I don’t think I’ve ever came like that. That was amazing.” She closes her eyes and wraps her arm around his chest.

They’re silent for about a minute before Harry speaks up.

“So… what is this? Like, are we friends with benefits? Or are we dating? Sorry, I don’t mean to be pushy or anything, I just want to know.” He looks down at her with soft eyes.

“Well, you can keep bringing me pizza, and we’ll fuck after.” Harry’s face pinches.

“I’m kidding! Oh, you should’ve seen your face!” She giggles, hiding her face in is chest. She playfully bites his nipple before looking up at him again. “Yeah, you can take me on a date. I really like you, Harry. As you can tell.” He smirks at her.

“Good. I really like you too. I want to take you to dinner or something.”

“Perfect! I’m always hungry.”

“Speaking of being hungry, are we going to eat the pizza I brought?”

“Oh, shoot! I need to pay you for it.”

“Don’t bother, I’ll just pay for it.” He nudges his nose against hers.

“Can I at least give you a tip?”

“I’ll give you a tip.” He hovers over her, letting Y/N feel his cock plumping up again. She giggles, pushing him off of her.

“Later. I’m really hungry right now. You worked me out.” She kisses his forehead, getting up from the bed and taking his hand. “Let’s go down and eat, then you can bend me over my couch.”

Well, how could Harry say no to that?

Size kink! “Just the tip”, “do you think you can handle it” or a slight mocking tone from Harry. Anything around those lines?

AAAHHHH IM SCREAMING!!!! I LOVE SIZE KINK!!!!!!!!!

Here ya go🤭

Wc: 1.5k

Warnings: SMUT, size kink, degradation, daddy kink

“C’mon! Please!” She whined, a couple of tears rolling down your face as she nudged your hips forward, hoping to come in contact with the one thing she’d been craving for the past fifty minutes.

When Harry said Y/N was ‘fucked’ on the way to the car after she had been a tease all night, she didn’t think he was being this serious.

They had been dating for a couple of months now, the two, and everything was still exciting. Including things in the bedroom. Harry was a kinky guy, and while Y/N had experimented here and there, she had never done as much as she had with Harry. Being a dom, Harry took pride in that; knowing he was the only one to have done such dirty, unspeakable things to his girl.

Experimenting and orienting with Harry had also led Y/N to the discovery of how skilled her boyfriend truly was. He noticed her kinks faster than she did, and would throw her for a loop every time he played into a new one.

She liked to be degraded, humiliated—to a certain extent—and treated like a ragdoll. Harry took all of this in consideration when he dragged her to the bedroom tonight and began torturing her.

First, he had tied her up to the headboard so she couldn’t move her arms. Then, he had taken off her pants, ripped her panties and shoved them in her mouth. He proceeded by clamping his mouth against her nipple and working from one to the other, until finally kissing his way down to her heat.

He’d began fingering her, keeping her edge until she felt like she was going to explode, and then pulled away, entirely. Y/N had cried out desperately, words muffled by the panties still stuffed in her mouth. Eventually, he removed them, and went back to work on her clit, with his tongue this time.

Y/N was trembling, her orgasm ready to explode in her lower belly. Harry had been eating her out for the past fifteen minutes and she’d fought herself from coming the moment he’d put his lips on her clit. But right as she was about to come, Harry pulled away, again.

“What is it, pet?” He asked, feigning innocence while his mouth was pulled into a devious smirk.

“Stop teasing me.” She huffed as she lifted her hips again, tugging on her restrained arms. Harry looked down at her, his head tilted slightly as he tutted her, his fingers tracing over her jaw.

“Teasing you? I was just getting you ready. Getting you nice and wet for my cock.” He purred, his thumb rubbing a few circles on her clit. A pained moan left Y/N’s mouth, sounding more like a cry than anything else. “You know why I do that, don’t you?”

“Please, I’m ready!”

Y/N shot upwards as she felt the sting of the slap against her clit. Her jaw went slack and she threw her head back, a pathetic whine leaving her lips.

“I asked you a question.” Harry growled. “You better fucking listen when I’m talking to you.”

She softly fluttered her eyes open, finding her boyfriend staring at her with his brows knitted and a tense jaw. She hated displeasing him, but he looked so fucking hot when he was frustrated.

“M’sorry daddy.” You answered, like you had been taught by Harry. “You get me nice and wet so it’s easier to slide into me.”

A hint of smirk painted Harry’s face as he nodded at your answer.

“That’s right.” He hummed. “If I don’t get you soaking for me I won’t be able to sink my cock in that little pussy of yours. You’re so tight, never know whether it will fit.”

She looked up at him. The tall frame of a man who was on his knees towering over her as she lay there helpless, just waiting for him to fuck her into oblivion. Her gaze fell to his cock, so close to her entrance and yet so far away. If he could just… put it in.

“Please, daddy, I promise it’ll fit. I’m so wet for you.” She begged, biting her lip in desperation. Harry shook his head.

“I don’t know, pet… don’t think it’s enough. Don’t want to hurt you.” He was dragging this on for way too long but he loved how she’d get all whiny for him, rambling on and on about how badly she wanted it. It made him feel so wanted and it only increased the urge to try and split her in two with his lengthy cock.

“No, please! I can handle it, I promise!” She was crying again. She’d always get like this when it took a bit too long, but Harry loved bringing out this side of her. It did something to him, watching her go a bit crazy for him.

“You think you can handle it?” He gave her that sliver of hope, and she took it with all she had, nodding furiously.

“Yes! Yes! Please, just— put it in. Even if it’s just the tip. I want to be full of you.” She pleaded, knowing she was getting her way when the bed shifted a bit and Harry leaned his hips forward.

“Alright… just the tip.”

He did as promised, entering her pussy with solely the tip of his cock. Y/N still sighed with relief. Even if it wasn’t all the way, she loved it. She loved having him inside her, no matter how much she was allowed to get. It’s why her whine was extra loud when he pulled out of her again.

Her complaint was muffled with a moan when Harry dragged his tip up and down her overly sensitive clit. Y/N’s legs began to shake, this was so much for someone who’d been edged for the past hour.

“Ah, daddy! F— fuck…” she babbled as he kept stimulating her clit with the tip of his cock. He sank into her again, the tiniest bit further this time, and Y/N felt like she was going insane.

“O—oh… I think I’m—”

“What? Think you’re gonna come? Dirty fucking slut…” Harry finished her sentence for her, pulling out and stroking his dick over her clit again. “Probably for the best. Might be the only way this pathetic cunt will be wet enough to take my cock.”

That sent her over the edge. Her legs trembled as she came with a cry of Harry’s name— well nickname. He talked her through her orgasm, telling her what a good whore she was for him.

He didn’t let her come down from her orgasm when he began the intrusion of his cock in her tight pussy. Harry’s girth and length was unmatched. She’d never experienced something like that before and she was quite positive she never would again.

Harry groaned at the feel of his girlfriend’s warm, slick cunt, fueled by the scream that left her as he entered her. “You said you could handle it? Prove it to me, pet. Lay there like the fucking cock slut you are and. just. take. it.”

He spoke the last words slowly and accompanied each one with a harsh trust. Y/N felt her walls stretching, having to get used to Harry’s cock. Even though they fucked nearly every day, she still had to get used to his size.

“S— so big, daddy! It feels so good!” She cried out as he kept on pounding into her, and she laid there—like he instructed—and took it like a good girl.

“Stretch you out each time, hmm? Need to get you ready every fuck time.” He growled.

Nothing but moans left her mouth as Harry fucked her. It felt like he was screwing her right into the mattress. Although that was impossible, right now it felt like he was very capable of such a thing.

Harry leaned forward, arms leaning onto the bed next to her head as his lips trailed near your ears.

“One day, I’m gonna make good on that promise of yours.” He said lowly, the huskiness of his voice having her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Give it to you without foreplay. Just ramming my cock into you, see if you can truly handle it. Would you like that?”

When a strained, fucked out ‘yes’ escaped her, Harry just chuckled, evilly almost.

“Of course you would like that. You’re such a desperate cock dumb whore for me. You’d do anything for my cock.”

Y/N whined in agreement. “Yes, yes I would.”

“Come, then. Soak my cock and let me fuck that cum back into you until you forget your own name, sweetheart.”

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In which Y/N is an annoyance in Harry’s sculpting class.

“I, um… thank you.”

He was even more confused. “For what?”

She blinked, shivering when the cold breeze got to her, “For what you said back there.”

He easily glanced right over her head, down the hill at the little coffee shop, wondering what had happened to Rose and why Y/N was alone now.

She took a deep breath and got his attention again, “I uh… to be honest,” she stared at her feet, trying not to distract her train of thought by his lack of shoes, “when I first saw your sculptures they made me feel… seen. If that makes any sense at all.”

Part One: Chisel 

Part Two: Etch 

Part Three: Carve 

Part Four: Mold

Part Five: Blaze

info about this story: this idea came about because I was watching a lot of sculpting videos on youtube at one time. And so, if you’d like to have more of a visual of the type of things I imagine them creating in this story I would check out Ace of Clay or Tina Yu on Youtube! I’m not a sculptor nor am I super knowledgeable in it, so I apologize if I get details wrong. This story also deals with standards of beauty and includes a plus-sized Y/N.

this is the actual best picture, there is simply not a better image

Rocking the Boat | h.s.

a/n: @harrysbeanie this is your fault. you reblogged a post of those new pics of harry in the boat and your tag was “please fuck me in that boat” and now i can’t stop thinking about it.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, this is my first harry smut so i apologize, i also don’t know boat or camera stuff so idk what i’m calling these different things so…my bad

word count: 2,743

god he’s so hot sorry

anyway please let me know what you think! reblogs are really appreciated! <3

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You and Harry arrived in Italy merely a day ago. You had one night's rest before he had to get up and work again. It seemed like he never stopped. Over the past several months he has been constantly working and you could tell it was taking a toll on him. Slowly but surely. You tried to help as much as you could, being by his side the entire time as a form of comfort and familiarity. It seems as if it worked sometimes, but at the end of the day he dragged his feet to bed more and the dark circles under his eyes turned a deeper color.

You thought Italy would be a good change in scenery. Sure he still had to work, but he was always calmer and happier in Italy.

He had woken you up with kisses on your bare shoulder. The bright golden sun peeking through the curtain even though you had drawn them closed the night before. His fingertips dragged against your warm skin, bringing your body to life as you slowly woke up.

He had a childish little grin as he told you good morning, his dimples digging deeper into his skin, his bubblegum pink lips kissing you on the corner of your mouth. “Ready to go out on the water?” He sleepily slurred, his fingers halting on the underside of your breast, massaging the skin, enticing a moan from your lips.

You answered his question by stretching under the sheets, your arms and legs spread as you woke your body up before lightly kissing his nose and leisurely getting out of bed.

You turned around to glance at him and see him leaning his lead on his tattooed arm, a cheeky smirk playing in his lips, his eyes not so subtly raking across your body, admiring every dip and curve and scar on your body. The sunlight flowing through the curtains makes his hair look shiny, almost like golden thread, and makes his green eyes look like actual emeralds. You envy how effortless he is.

•••

“Harry, wanna take it out for a spin?”

He squints behind his glasses, his ring less fingers playing with the low back of your flowy dress, the chipped nails dragging along the hem, his pinky playing with the zipper.

“Sure” he answered, his hand falling down to your hip and lightly squeezing, grabbing your attention. “Come with me?”

You nod, looking around the wooden dock to see if you need anything. “Need anything, H?”

He slides his phone in the pocket of his brown corduroy shorts before smiling at you. “Just you and my camera.”

You try to hide your blush by leaning down to grab his camera bag from by your feet, your other hand finding his and lacing your fingers together.

You walk to the edge of the dock near where the boat sat. “Let me take that, baby.” Harry bends down to grab the camera bag from your opposite hand and puts it down on the wooden dock. His hand that was intertwined with yours tightens as the other hovers over your back, carefully helping you step into the boat.

You walked along the side to get to the back of the boat, sitting on the white cushions benches lining around the back, your hair free from any clip or hair tie dancing in the italian summer air.

“Okay,” Harry breathed out walking along the same side you did and ducking down to the hooded area to get to the front where the wheel was.

Your eyes were closed when he started up the engine, a small smile appearing on your lips when you heard him whine. “Baby…”

You took that as your cue to move near him, soon staying neck to him as he slowly turned away from the deck, mumbling a small “bye” to the people you left in the deck.

It’s quiet between the two of you as he steers, water droplets softly spraying your chest and face, cooling you down under the warm sun.

You turn to look at him, his eyes trained on the sea before you. He looks so…ethereal. His beauty was indescribable and frustrating at the same time. You couldn’t believe he was real and you got to wake up next to him every day, hopefully for the rest of your life.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” He teased, his gaze never turning to you, but you see his lips tug up into a smirk, like he knew what you were thinking and why you were staring at him.

You chuckled softly, looking away for a quick second. “Okay, I will.” You bent down to dig into the bag behind him. carefully taking out his camera and taking the cap off the lens. “Don’t move.” You mumbled as you brought the device up to your face, squinting to see him through the lens, centering the shot so you see the sharpness of his jawline and the dip of his nose.

Click.

While you were admiring him and taking his picture, you didn’t realize how far he had taken you. The dock and buzzing italian plaza seemed like a distant dream, nothing around you but blue oceans.

There was a reason for it.

He stops the engine as you lean down to put the camera back in the bag, zipping it up and nestling it by the corner so it doesn't move much.

When you come back up, his glasses are tangled in his locks, his eyes no longer holding a sense of calmness, but a sense of lust.

You eyed him curiously. “What?” You asked nervously, a breathy chuckle leaving your lips.

“C’mere” He sultry whispered, his arm reaching for you, his middle and ring finger bending, telling you to come closer.

You smiled innocently, though your eyes said the opposite as you shuffled closer to him, your fingers delicately plucking at the button of his shirt.

His eyes roam your face and down to your chest. His tongue glides over his teeth under his closed lips as his eyes stay locked on your cleavage that your dress showed.

“Eyes up here, buddy.” You teased, your arms going to lay over his shoulders, one hand playing with the end of his hair as his arms went around you, keeping you tight against him, feeling a small tent on your thigh.

“Nah” He teased back before slowly leaning down and kissing neck, luring a small moan from you.

He continues to kiss down your neck to the exposed part of your breasts, your breath shallowing the closer he comes to the hem of your dress. But he never gets there. Instead, he comes back up to kiss your lips hungrily, a loud groan coming from him as lips closed on yours.

Your hands move up to the top of his head to tangle your fingers in his hair, the sunglasses falling to the ground. His arms keep you close, lowering down close to your ass as he bends down slightly.

It’s messy and loud. Teeth clashing, tongues dancing and loud moans and guttural groans. Harry bunches up your dress to feel your skin, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing, making you detach from his lips and gasp.

“Harry…please.” You whimpered as his hands explored your body, his lips leaving yours to nip at your earlobe and neck.

“Please what, baby?” He breathed into your neck. “Want me to fuck you on this boat?” His voice seemed to get impossibly deeper, his hands stopping at the zipper of your dress.

You nod impatiently, your words betraying you as your mouth dries up.

“Words, baby. Need to hear you say it.”

“Please fuck me on this boat.”

In a split second he’s turning you around so you look out into the water, your fingers gripping the glass in front of you to keep you up. You whimper at the loss of his touch, but you hear the rattling of a belt and his rapid movements to push down his shorts before he moves your dress to expose your ass.

His hands move up to the waistband of your underwear agonizingly slowly, you were almost ready to stomp your foot like a child in frustration. He was taking his sweet time.

He curls his slender fingers around the band and drags it down, leaving wet kisses to the new skin exposed to him.

You feel the flimsy material fall slack between your legs, but you don’t have time to step out of them before Harry is touching you.

“God, baby,” he moans, his face pressed against your plump backside as he teases your entrance with his middle finger. “So wet f’’me, I’ve barely touched you, love. You’re gonna feel so warm around me.” You swear you could’ve come right there from just his words.

“Harry!” You whined, moving your hips back and forth to relieve yourself.

“I got you, baby,” His finger moves down to your swollen clit, flicking it back and forth, making you moan. “Wish I could taste ya, but I just want to feel you around my cock.” He backs away from you. You hear him slide his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you before popping his finger out of his mouth.

You start to whine again, but it turns into a gasp as you feel his length tease your entrance, gathering your arousal.

You forgot how to breathe when he slowly inched inside you, sliding in all the way, his head falling down to rest on your back as he bottoms out.

You bite your lip to try and keep quiet and he notices. “No, no, no. Wanna hear you, baby. Only us out here.”

He doesn’t let you adjust. his hips move in an animalistic pace against your backside, the sounds of skin slapping, loud moaning and water splashing the only things on your mind.

Your breath fogs up the glass in front of you, a mewl leaving your lips every time he hits right there. “Feels so good.” You choke out, his movements never slowing, bringing you closer to the edge.

His hands press down on your hips, surely leaving aching bruises for you to admire later. Then one hand moves in front of you, shuffling under your bunched up dress, dragging down your pelvic bone and connecting to your swollen clit, massaging it steadily. You let out a loud groan, the knot in your stomach tightening as pounds into you hastily. “Har-I’m” You can barely get any words out before you scream, your legs violently shaking as you release around him, your jaw slacking, your eyesight clouding with stars.

He continues to play with your clit as you cum, “Fuck yes, baby. Cum around my cock.” He twitches inside of you, making your thighs flinch around his hand.

You were catching your breath when Harry pulled out of you, your face scrunching up at the sudden absence.

Both of his hands come up to cup your covered chest, bringing your back against his front , his hot breath hitting your ear when he says, “Wanna ride me, love?”

You nod lazily, your head feeling much heavier on your shoulders.

“C’mon.” He huskily whispered, grabbing your hand and bringing you down to the shaded area of the boat, slouching down onto the cream cushioned bench. You wobbly walk behind him, lifting up one leg to straddle him but he pushes you down beside him on the bench.

“Wha-”

“I have to taste you.” He breathed out, holding onto your knees to speed your legs, his mouth immediately diving down to your center, lapping at your juices.

You arch your back, your head leaning back, looking at the clear sky in front of you as your fingers tangle in his hair, keeping him in place.

He licks at your folds and shakes his head, rubbing his nose against your clit rapidly, making you scream. “Harry!”

Your toes curl and your stomach tightens again. Your mouth formed into an O as he sucked on your clit. Then he moved down to dive his tongue inside of you.

Your fingers tighten around his hair as you cum again, your legs wrapping around his back to keep him in place.

He comes back up, face red and slick with your arousal as you try to regain your breath.

He backs away from you and sits back on the seat, his tanned skin flexing under the butterfly tattoo on his chest. His hair is disheveled, strands falling down into his face as he spreads his legs and pats his thigh. “C’mon, love. Wanna see you ride my cock.”

With all of your strength you get up, grabbing onto his shoulder for leverage as you swing your leg to the farthest side of him, your chest in front of his face, his dick shadowing your entrance.

His large hands come down to your ass, holding firmly as he guides you on top of him, feeling his reddening tip glide against you.

You both let out a breath of relief as you sink down onto him, his hair tickling your chest, your fingers digging into his shoulders, making him hiss.

“Oh my god.” You mutter, slowly moving up and down to adjust to the new position, looking down as he disappeared inside of you.

“Taking my cock so well, feels so good.” His hands smooth up your side as and your arms, resting on your shoulders to curl his fingers into the straps of your dress, tugging it down your arms to expose your breasts. He cranes his neck to wrap his lips around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and pinching in between his teeth.

You throw your head back at his action, bringing your hands up to grip at his short brown locks, your pace on top of him steadying.

“Christ, look at you.” He growled from under you, both of his hands move to your breasts and he tightly squeezes them, making a moan leave your plump lips, your hips moving faster. “That’s it, keep going, love. Can feel you clenching around m-oh!” A choked moan falls from his lips as you change your angle, grinding on him instead of going up and down, your clit massaging against the skin between his two fern tattoos.

“Harry, I’m so close-” you chew on your bottom lip and furrow your eyebrows, your legs becoming weak from the previous pleasure Harry had given you and there’s an ache just behind your thighs.

He watches your face change and takes matters into his own hands, holding onto your hips to stop them from moving and sliding down the couch, planting his feet firmly on the wooden floor and thrusts up into you, his hips meeting yours at a ruthless pace.

You arch your back again as you scream his name and numerous profanities, lust and pleasure hitting you like a wave. His lips attach to one of your nipples, stimulating your orgasm to hit you even harder, if that was even possible.

You fall limply on top of him, his arms coming to wrap around your back, keeping you close. Your cheek is pressed against his shoulders, your arms fallen to the sides as he continues to thrust into you, bringing himself to the brink.

He whimpers in your ear as his thrusts falter, his fingers digging into your sides roughly and fast, short, shaky breaths come out his nose, his release following.

Your arms come up around his neck as he releases into you, your chests rising as you pant, tired from your activities under the bright italian sun and over the clear blue water.

Harry leaves a ginger kiss on your sweaty hairline once you’ve calmed down, his fingers now soothingly scratching the damp skin. “Should probably,” he said hoarsely. He clears his throat and licks his lips before continuing, “should probably get back.”

It takes you a couple seconds to register what he said, but you limply nod your head against his shoulder. You both make no effort to move.

•••

“How was it, H?” Someone asked as they reached out to help the couple off the boat.

“Uh,” Harry dragged out as he set the camera bag down, a playful smirk playing on his lips. “It was good.” He breathily chucked, his eyes trained on you through the sunglasses as he spoke. “Real good.”

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lmk what you think!!! this my first attempt at smut in a long while so please lmk if i did okay! also lmk if you’d like to be added or taken off taglist

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a/n: so im not saying that this is based on anything from the real life…. pls don’tcome after me lmao but i just HAD TO write this, the urge was too hard.

pairing: Harry X pregnant!Reader

warning: smut, kinda breeding kink? idk

word count: 2.5k

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You thought you were ready for anything and everything about pregnancy. You’ve been bracing yourself for these months years prior, watching videos, reading all the books, learning all the information you need to know about growing a baby inside your body. There shouldn’t have been any surprises about it, but yet your body can still make you go: “Oh, wow. I was not expecting that.”

You’re only nearing the end of your first trimester, the bump is small, not many people know about the news that you and Harry are gonna be parents, but during these three short months, so much has happened. It started with the morning sickness, you threw up every morning clockwise at around six am, as if your body had an alarm in it that screamed at you to put out everything you had in your stomach. Harry was by your side the moment your knees hit the cold tile and you leaned above the toilet, delicate hands brushing your hair out of your face as he gently soothed you, brought you water and a wash cloth.

Then you started to get nauseous at the weirdest smells, like strawberries, honey and then coffee. You couldn’t be in the same room as these things, because the moment you smelled them you were gagging with no control. Harry made sure none of those could be found at your home from that day on and you felt terrible for making him stop drinking coffee, but he didn’t even want to hear about your apologies.

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Boyfriend Harry - headcanons(smut edition)

Summary : just another piece of boyfriendrry headcanons. This time with smut.

Warnings : smut, dirty talk .

He always (mostly) wakes up with a boner.

He wakes you up with lot of kisses, and make sure that you know that his little guy is in pain by pushing his hips towards your back.

He will be soo gentle while having sleepy morning sex. The trusts will be sloppy and slow.

He has a very dirty mouth.

Dirty talk is one of his weapon to make you all blushy and giddy.

He is definitely a toe curler. When he is about to come he curls his toe.

He always gives first preference to your pleasure. He always make sure that you come before him and you feel good.

He will press his huge hand on your lower tummy where you can feel him inside you. He will say things like "do you feel good, baby ? Yeah ? I can feel my cock deep inside your tummy. I can actually can feel it" He will put a bit more pressure on your tummy.

He loves to come with you also . He will hold his orgasm so you both can come together. "Are you close ? I'm about to come. Please come with me baby. "

When you are giving him a blow job , his fingers will be tangled in your hair , and he will stroke your hair and will praise you a lot. "Doing so good , baby. "That's it , I'm about come , you make me feel soo good baby".

He will almost loose his mind when you are riding him. He loves to see you on top , using his cock. He will go feral when your tits stars to bounce. He will grab your tits and suck on them.

When he is fingering you or rubbing your clit he will put his other hand on stomach and make sure that you don't move a lot.

He will be a freaking tease. He will make you all worked up. He will kiss every inch of your body from the top. And when he reaches the spot he will purposely avoid it. And will not give you what you want until you beg him.

He loves to try different positions. You both tried almost every position that a human can have sex. He is so flexible. And you both will end up being in a laughing fit when the position failed.

He will curse while he is about to come. "fuck , fuck , fuck , fuck. I'm cuming"

He is always so horny while you both were in public. You both will be in a party, and you are wearing a sexy , short dress. He will be loosing his mind. He will drag you to the bathroom and he will bend to the sink top and fuck you infront of the mirror .

He will shove his fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans.

While you are having a slow and passionate sex, he will interwine your fingers. And he will be kissing you through out.

He will never neglect you after having sex. He will always make sure to take care of you after. After care is important to him. He will make sure that both of your cum is completely cleaned from your body.

He will make you take shower mostly. But If you are too tired to have a shower, he will carry you to the bathroom so that you can pee. And he will bring you back to bed and will dress you in one of his t-shirts.

He will make sure if you need anything before turning off the lights .

He will turn off the lights and get onto bed beside you and cuddle with you. He will place one last kiss on your lips and will say "I love you" and goes to sleep.

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Rough Day

Summary: For Harry, nothing makes up for a bad day better than rough sex. Luckily, he has his friend Y/N to help out with that.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut (friends with benefits, mean dom!harry, degradation, bondage, spanking w hands and belt, choking, oral, anal, use of ball gag and butt plug)

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Harry slams the door behind him as he enters Y/N’s apartment. He texted her earlier to ask if he could come over. His message alluded to the possibility of rough play, which Y/N could hardly ever refuse. As soon as he arrives, she can sense the irritability radiating off of him. It shouldn’t excite her this much—her friend being in a crappy mood—but it does.

“Hey,” she greets him, sitting up on the couch where she’s been indulging in some online shopping for the past hour.

He just hums in response and drops his duffle bag on the floor before removing his shoes, coat, and gloves.

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