Part 3 of: ONO!Harry (Patreon)

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iii.

Harry doesn’t get filthy with her like that again until a month later. 

Certainly, it hadn’t been long enough for Y/N to forget how filthy he’d been with her to begin with. Y/N had thought about what Harry said to her the night after the show, about 80 times a day, starting from the moment she opened her eyes to the moment she closed them again. She thought about how, when she got out of the tub, he turned the faucet on cold so that his dick would go soft. And she thought about how he dressed her all nice and toasty in his clothes for pajamas and led her to his room. And she thought about how he was a little whiny when he crawled into bed, and she didn’t immediately curl up beside him, so he wiggled his way to her. And she thinks about him saying, “I’m going to be embarrassed about this tomorrow, probably – I might not bring it up, but I meant every word of it,” he said gently into her ear, “If I don’t suck on your clit until it gets all cute and swollen, I may never find true happiness.” 

So, yeah. It was like such a mix between sweet and soft and depraved and horny that she couldn’t tell which part she wanted to focus on.  If she fixated too much on the depraved and horny, then she doesn’t think she’d ever spend a second without her panties uncomfortable, sticking to her labia and damp. But if she focuses too much on how his cheek was smushed against the top of her head, and how he held onto her like a teddy that he needed to feel comfortable and safe and ready for sleep, then her heart does a weird flip-flop and a skipped beat in her chest. She didn’t know which was worse or which was better. Both left her in a state of disarray that made it difficult to be a normal person. 

Her one saving grace was that Harry had been quite busy lately. A new album means more press, more interviews, more traveling. He was preparing for a tour here soon too, so he was slammed with a ton of meetings and even more rehearsals. That doesn’t mean she hears from him at all, just a little less than normal. By the end of the day, she usually gets a frowny emoji and some form of complaint about how his bum was sore from sitting in those uncomfortable chairs and “not even for a fun reason, like something maybe touching his prostate or whatever” (his words, not hers).  Then he’d inquire about her day, they’d talk about a hyperfixation for a little while, and eventually Y/N would be falling asleep while she was typing. Harry could always tell, and always scolded her for not admitting she was too sleepy to keep texting before he wished her a good night and sweet dreams. 

Still, Harry is always very open with his emotions and feelings with her. But when it comes to sex and things like it, he’s always been a little shy – at least, with certain things. He can make jokes all he wants (i.e., the prostate mention in one of his earlier texts), but if they are ever seriously discussing it, he’s pink in the face and a little flighty. The only time he’ll be direct with his sexual thoughts and feelings is when he’s intoxicated to some degree, whether he’s high or he’s a little drunk. It’s easier for him that way, and Y/N never pushes it either. It’s why, while Y/N knows most of her friend’s favorite positions and whether or not they like to be cream pied, she doesn’t even know if Harry is a strictly missionary man or if he gets experimental. She could tell you second-by-second how her friend Mina got backshots the other weekend, but Y/N isn’t even sure if Harry prefers to top or bottom. 

Like, maybe he does have a scent kink for all she knows! Harry just isn’t super open about stuff like that. And for that reason, Y/N doesn’t bother telling him about her own sexual needs and wants. There are friends that you have for conversations like that, and then there are friends that you don’t. And for whatever reason, Harry keeps that quiet. 

So, when she overhears him and his friends speaking – completely sober, mind you – about eating someone out – she’s a little shocked. To be fair, she shouldn’t even be hearing it anyway, or listening in. Harry had invited her over for a barbecue at his house and warned her that he’d be inviting some non-industry friends so there would be a couple of people there, men and women alike. It wasn’t a drinking thing either – a dry barbecue - because he was too worried that, with the heat, everyone would get dehydrated, and after one particularly bad fainting episode of that at his house with one of his gym buddies, he got strict about water intake. It’s not like anyone minded, though, since a barbecue from Harry usually meant your belly was about to be well taken care of. Who wanted to waste room on beer and hard lemonades when his pulled pork sandwich was better than any British man should be able to make (he got some tips during some time in Jamaica that had benefited everyone a ton). 

Y/N would be a little late to the endeavor, mostly because she had gotten off work at 4 PM, had to commute home, shower, and change into something less business-casual. She packs an overnight bag, which used to feel presumptuous of her, but now Harry seems borderline offended when she doesn’t assume that he’s going to have her stay. 

She let herself in because she figured they would all be out on the patio in the backyard, and she’d been correct to make that assumption. Y/N isn’t trying to be sneaky by any means, as she fights the urge to kick off her shoes like she usually does since they would be outside. She brought a pie, even though Harry told her not to worry about bringing anything, because it seems wrong to come empty-handed. It’s his favorite chocolate mousse pie from a bakery near her flat, so it wasn’t any trouble picking it up. 

It’s when she’s in the kitchen, putting the pie away, that she can hear them through the sliding glass door leading out to the patio. She seems to have stumbled in on the middle of the conversation – locker room talk, if Y/N could guess, because she only hears the guys. Y/N wonders if the women had most likely congregated in the shaded area beside his water feature instead of baking in the heat beside the grill. 

“--cum in her panties and then leave it there,” Y/N recognized the voice to be Bradley, whom Harry had met in high school, “I’ve never been with someone who is into that kind of thing, but she has like a kink for it. Or maybe a fetish?” 

“You can always tell someone’s freaky by how into cum they are. One guy swallowed my whole load without batting an eyelash and started begging for more on his chest, like – I had to get hard quick to deliver.” That’s Seth, Y/N knows him too – they met him together, actually, when Harry was picking her up from a pottery class. 

“Ugh, I don’t know how anyone likes it,” Chris whines, “Tastes like battery acid.” 

“Everyone is into different things.” Leave it to Harry to be diplomatic about cum, “Plus, you’ve never eaten a fruit in your life; that’s why yours tastes like battery acid.” 

There’s a snort from someone, a laugh from another person, and Y/N is about to make herself known and tell them they were being gross – but then the conversation turns to Harry. And…well, sue her – she’s curious! 

“Listen to Harry,” Bradley says, “He’s a big eater, y’know? He can tell when someone’s not eating right.” 

“Biggest eater I know,” a voice that Y/N recognizes but can’t place a name to it, “Big on oral in general. One of my exes was an ex of Harry too, yeah? She did make sure to let me know I never cleared what he was able to do.” 

“She did not!” 

“She definitely did, but no hard feelings – honestly, I’m waiting for him to teach a class on it.” 

“You’re either born with it, or you aren’t,” Harry ribs him, “Not everyone can be as good with their tongue as me, y’know. And it isn’t just about like – doing it just to be good. You got to be in it for the thrill of it. The taste, the smell, how it feels – all of that.” 

Chris hums softly, “Speaking of – are you still seeing your latest situationship or is that over already?” 

“What do you mean already?” Harry whines. 

“He means, when are you going to get your head out of your ass and finally make a real move on Y/N, instead of fucking around with people you clearly aren’t all that interested in?” Murray, who hadn’t spoken up until this point, finally speaks, and Y/N’s mouth falls right open. She really, really shouldn’t be hearing this, she thinks. “I mean, I for sure thought that you would’ve tried by now. You bought soap and lotion that smells like her, you jerk off with it.” 

“I told you that in confidence.” 

“Oh, you’re down astronomically.” Seth chuckles, “It’s cute seeing you fumble a little, though. She probably finds it cute too.” 

They think he’s fumbling? Wait, what the fuck! Does he – has he talked to them about her before? Has he said something or made a suggestion that might seem like he’s interested in her? Or at least sleeping with her? Or were they just reading him? This feels different than typical bestie privilege antics. This is. . .this is something else entirely. Especially if he’s jerking off using something that he says smells like her. 

To Harry’s credit, he doesn’t mention that they were literally naked in front of each other, with him just a breath away from her cunt, making promises about sucking her all swollen. Instead, he groans and rocks himself out of his seat, “I’m going to get the ribs – it’s about time to put them on the grill,” which is his polite way of shutting the conversation down. That also means Y/N has t-minus seconds to scurry out of the kitchen and pretend like she just went to the bathroom so Harry doesn’t think she was eavesdropping. 

When she makes a show of wrapping around the corner, Harry all but yelps, almost dropping the pan in his hands, “Oh! Y/N, I – I didn’t know you got here,” he frowned a little, “You didn’t text me? I was going to have a lemonade ready for you.” 

“Ah, no, it’s okay – I got here a little bit ago,” Harry’s eyes widened, and Y/N thought that he might be registering she could have heard all of that, but Y/N kept trucking forward, “I put the pie in the fridge then had to go wee. I chugged like a whole bottle of water on the way over.” 

The tension that had seemed to build in him vanished again in an instant. “Silly girl, I told you not to worry about bringing anything,” he held out his arm, which meant he wanted a hug, and Y/N went into his arm easily, narrowly avoiding the tray, “But thank you. You better be staying over tonight.” 

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” She teases, patting his back before slipping out of his hold. 

“I’m going to tie you to my bed,” he tells her, and she doesn’t think he meant it as pervy as it seemed to come out, because once again – his eyes went wide and he backpedaled, “I mean, just kidding, haha! I would cry though, like – really hard. With snot and everything.” 

Y/N frowned at him, “You’re gross, babe.” She sighed a little, “Alright, c’mon.” 

The barbecue was normal. Nobody even kind of acted like they were talking about her briefly before they saw her, instead standing and hugging her, patting her back. The others were down near the water feature, so that’s where Y/N had ended up because being the one girl in a group of men seemed sort of miserable (especially when they were keen on discussing backshots and whatnot). They don’t drink, so everyone is just chugging water and lemonade until Harry is done grilling. Then they eat, people make plates to go home, and eventually they all start filing out before Harry starts to clean up. Which means Y/N is sort of on clean-up duty too, until he all but hisses at her when she grabs a rag to start wiping down the counter and makes her go sit instead. 

“I invite you over to relax,” he tells her, “Not to clean up after a get-together.” 

Y/N knows better than to fight him on it, so she gives up and waits patiently for him. He’s quiet for a little while, working about the kitchen, taking care of everything as far as cleaning goes. It isn’t until he is wiping down the counter with all the food put away, facing the stovetop, that he asks. 

“You heard, didn’t you?” 

Y/N blinks a couple of times. “What?” 

“You said that you’d gone to the bathroom because you chugged a water on the way in,” he was wiping the same spot again, and again, and again, “But when you hugged me, your hands were dry. But they’re never completely dry after you wash them – you always barely rub them against the towel. So you heard us,” he turned around finally, pouting, “I promise I’m not a pervert! Like, seriously, I just – I mean, I’m not going to lie, I – I do, do that, but it’s just – I – um – I mean, I don’t really have an explanation! I just love how you smell, and it makes me hard sometimes, so like –” 

“Jesus, Harry!” Y/N cut him off, shaking her head, laughing a little, “You don’t have to explain yourself to me! How you – how you get off is none of my business, if you don’t want it to be so –” 

“But I do want it to be your business, though,” he frowns, “But I was working up the courage to bring it up when I wasn’t drunk, and not because my friends were being pervy.”  Y/N’s heart is racing, thudding against her chest, opening her mouth then closing it a couple of times, “But it’s true, I do – I use it to get off, and it’s been worse since after the show, like – I’m rubbing my cock raw over it so –” 

“Harry!” 

“Sorry,” he brushes the hair from his face, off his forehead, “I’m feeling sort of flustered, because you heard that. But I just feel like I – I don’t know, I’m so obsessed with you, and I think that you think I’m joking when I say it, but I’m not.” 

Y/N is flabbergasted, shocked, delighted, nervous. 

“I. . .me too,” she admits to him, but she doesn’t know to what extent they are admitting things, so she only says, “I’m obsessed with you too, Harry, honestly like – don’t be flustered, seriously. I’ve been thinking about that night a lot too.” 

Harry looks hopeful, soft, “Really?” He scratches his thigh, “Like – the same way?” 

Y/N nods, “Yeah,” she agrees, “The same. Like – I mean. . .I get really worked up too.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh, wow,” he looks down, and Y/N looks too, where Harry is starting to chub up behind the zipper of his jeans, “Um, like – should we help each other out then?”