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iv.

It is simultaneously very different and also very similar, being all over each other when they were sober. 

The only other time she’s kissed him completely sober was the night before the One Night Only show. Typically, they both had a little bit of a buzz going, but this would be their second time with nothing giggle-inducing in their systems, which stirred a different feeling in Y/N’s chest, sure. They both move a little more hesitantly than they would if they were drunk – the kiss is less filthy and more thought out, sort of soft to start. Harry’s lips are careful, gentle presses, and sometimes he breaks away to kiss the corner of her mouth, the tip of her nose, her philtrum – anywhere, like he just needed to feel it. His mouth feels sticky, not from alcohol but from the lemonade they’d both been hammering, and so his lips taste sugary-sweet too. 

His hands are more cautious – they don’t dance around her body like they know their way around it. Harry is careful and slow as he lets his hands slide over her hips, up her sides, squeezing and massaging. It feels good, and his hands feel big against her. He’s being so gentle that goosebumps keep popping up wherever he touches her. 

They’re more nervous, more careful, sober, but it’s still comfortable. Y/N isn’t questioning whether or not they should be doing this. It feels right too, actually. It feels so good that she thinks it couldn’t be something they shouldn’t be doing. And when he presses her down onto his bed with his thigh stuffed between her legs, she has a hard time not kicking her hips up and grinding into him. She thinks she definitely could, and he wouldn’t care, considering he’s hard and wriggling with his cock pushed up against her hip. The movements don’t seem mindful – honestly, she thinks his body might be doing it of its own accord. Every pretty noise he makes for her to swallow into her mouth seems a little shocked, like he hadn’t realized he was actively seeking pleasure from it. 

Harry finally pulls back for a breath, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and taking it with him momentarily. It snaps back into place once he lets go, his chest heaving as he looks at her. 

“Can I be a little weird?” He inquires, “Or is it like – too soon for that?” 

“You’re already very weird,” Y/N reminds him, smiling when he whines and pouts at her. “Are you about to scent me omegaverse-style?” 

“No!” He replies defensively, “I’m going to – I’m going to sniff you like, normal-human-style.” 

Y/N scrunches her nose at him. “Dunno if there’s anything normal-human-style about that,” she teases him, but when he whines and buries his face into her throat to hide himself, she giggles and relents. “I’m just kidding,” she tells him. “Sniff away, omega.” 

“Why am I the omega?” He whined again, but pressed his nose against her throat and took a big, deep breath. Y/N couldn’t figure out what was so bewitching about her scent to him. Considering she’d been halfway sweating outside all day, she couldn’t imagine that she smelled good by any stretch. But Harry shudders after he takes her in, like she’s the best thing he could have taken a whiff of. He goes from just below her jaw to the curve of her neck, then down to her collarbone, taking in big, deep breaths. It tickles a little, especially when he nuzzles against her, tugging the collar of her shirt down so that he can get to the parts of her still covered. 

Y/N giggles, especially when he starts getting closer to her arm. “Harry,” she whines a little, wriggling, “That – you’re tickling me!” 

“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, but doesn’t stop. Y/N has never been sniffed before, like this. He is just going around her body and breathing in deep and slow, shivering and shuddering, and his erection hasn’t abated even a little bit. Y/N wonders if this is what it really feels like to have someone actually a little obsessed with her, getting thoroughly huffed after sweating outside all day. There was no way her perfume was still lingering anywhere on her body, so all he was smelling was just her. And he loved it, for whatever reason – he thought it smelled floral to some degree, even though she’s got no idea what he’s talking about. And he jerks off with it, thinking about her, and. . .wow, it should be weird and creepy, but Y/N is way too into it. She sort of loves it, actually. 

Harry makes his way down her body, shoving her shirt up so that he can trace the tip of his nose against bare skin. He pushes into her belly button, lets his nose drag along her tummy until he’s hitting the button of her shorts. For the first time since he started making his way all over his body, he peeked up at her. “Can I?” He asked softly, pressing a kiss just above the waistband. 

“Yeah,” she agrees, and even reaches down to pop the button for him, tugging the zipper and lifting her hips so that he could yank them down her legs, around her ankle until they could kick them off. Harry stretches her open without even blinking, and – in a move that shouldn’t surprise her but still makes her gasp – he stuffs his nose against her panties and inhales so deeply, she wonders if he gets lightheaded. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out, whiny, desperate, honestly sounding like he’s on the brink of tears, “God, you smell so fucking good, I’m g’na cum in my pants.” 

Y/N lets out something between a laugh and a moan, because the tip of his nose rubs against her clit that – well, was more swollen than it probably should be from just a little kissing and a whole lot of him sniffing her. But she’s a simple girl – she likes to be doted on, cared for, obsessed over, and the look in Harry’s eyes seems like if he could devour her, he would. She’d been thinking about this for weeks at this point – for him to be in this position again, and for both of them to be completely in their right mind, was making her head swim. It almost felt like she was drunk, actually. She didn’t know what to focus on, especially when he was moving her around like the lower half of her body was made of paper. 

He tugs her down the bed, closer to his mouth so that he won’t have to move, since then he’d be dangling off the edge of the mattress. Y/N gasps, and it warps into something even louder and more wanton when his tongue flattens out and drags across her panty-clad cunt. The fabric is thin enough that she can feel the wet heat of his tongue, but thick enough that it wasn’t enough. Her hips twitch toward his mouth in time with him moaning, muffled against her like he was the one being licked. 

“Baby,” he whines, running his nose up against her again, breathing in deep, letting his tongue drag with him, “G’na eat you properly, yeah? How I should’ve been this whole time – sucking on your clit until it’s all swollen for me. ‘Till you squirt on my tongue.” 

Y/N’s hips jerk again toward his mouth. “You’re filthy,” she murmurs, then takes her fingers and curls them in the root of his hair, tugging him closer. “S-stop teasing me and just do it.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I will,” he presses a wet kiss against her slit again, still covered, before he yanks the crotch of the panties over, his warm breath washing over her. “Sorry, baby, I’ll eat this pretty pussy out, make you cum.” 

His tongue carves between her folds, parting them around the wet muscle, from where she’s drippy up to her clit. Harry hadn’t been joking about his promises to suck her clit until it was swollen, because he fixes his lips around it almost immediately. She cries out – it’s a lot, it’s really good, but it’s so sensitive and intense that Y/N is shaking almost immediately. Especially when Harry looks up, his eyes flutter at her, and then his hips rock forward before she watches his eyes roll back and close. 

Harry likes licking too, she thinks. When he takes a break from sucking on her, letting his tongue get wetter and wetter, he switches between lapping over her hole and going back up to the swollen button, flicking it with the tip. There’s a burn in Y/N’s belly so intensely, she thinks she feels herself get wetter; it drips down to her bum if Harry even lets it get that far. But his tongue is all over, slurps her up, runs the tip of his nose up and down her slit. She gripped his hair tight, her breath shaky. “Ah-ah,” she pulls him closer to her, stuffing his nose against her mound, nestled in her pubes, “S-shit.” 

There’s the flutter of his tongue at her hole, fucking his tongue inside of her shallowly at first, swirling around her walls. He slides his hands beneath her bum and tilts her hips up so that it’s easier for him to get deeper inside of her. Her walls stretch further around his tongue, as deep as he can go, before slipping out and tonguing over her clit again. The button throbs beneath his tongue, and her pussy clenches around nothing when she’s empty. 

Y/N doesn’t know what spurs her to grab tighter at his hair and pull back, tugging his mouth from her cunt. She guesses she just wanted to look at him – see him. The lower half of his face was glossy with his spit and her arousal, shining in the light, his lips looking swollen and red. His pupils were blown, more black than the pretty color of his green eyes, and his mouth was hung open, whining, whimpering. He looks pathetic, kind of, which is sort of adorable in its own weird way. His tongue is sticking out toward her, and he’s pulling the opposite way of her hand. “Baby, please –” he frowns, stretches his tongue again, and makes a licking motion. “Please, c’mon, let me taste again; I need it.” 

“You need it,” she asks, laughing a little, “Do you? Is it good?” 

He pouts, nodding, “So fucking good, you taste so good. I’m – I’m so glad I waited until you just tasted like you. Not soap.” 

She loosens her grip on his hair, and Harry lunges forward again. He licks up and down again, before pressing on her clit and grinding his tongue against her. The pressure of it is good, making her toes curl, and she feels herself pulse against him. His lips curl around her nub, sucking hard, swallowing wetly, almost drooling against her. His fingers dig into the flesh of her hips, and she hopes it leaves bruises there. Y/N isn’t as conscious of her hips now, rocking them so that she can hump his tongue. He lets her, moaning, murmuring, mostly a whisper, “Good girl,” when she starts. 

Y/N cums like that – an orgasm rattles through her, different and better than any one she’d given herself in the last month thinking about him. Her thighs twitch, squeezing around his head as she shakes through it, groaning deep from her chest. Harry moans with her, like he’s the one cumming, sucking her through it. He keeps going until she starts to shove him away, thudding her heel against his back until he pulls away. Harry presses his face into her inner thigh, sucking in another deep breath and pushing a wet kiss to the skin. And it’s like he’s suddenly reminded that there’s a whole landscape of skin that he can kiss, suck, bite, and nibble at. Then he promptly makes it his duty to leave her covered in pretty marks while she catches her breath. 

“Let me again,” he murmurs, resting his cheek against her hip, tilting his chin up to look at her, “I wanna stay between your thighs all night. Can that be my birthday gift?” 

“Your birthday was months ago.” She reminds him. 

“A belated gift.” He suggests, puckering his lips at her fingers when she brushes them across his damp cheek, down to his mouth. He kisses the tips of them and makes a sad little sound, “Baby.” 

“I wanna get you off too,” she tells him, “It’s not fair if I’m the only one getting off.” 

“Trust me, I’m getting off.” Y/N flicks his forehead, “Baby, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me in a little bit, but please, I need to make you cum again. I’ve been thinking about this for years.” 

Eyes wide, she repeats, “Years?” 

He nods, “Yes, years. You’ve been in my mind nonstop.” 

It’s still hard to wrap her mind around it. Harry is someone that she’s always imagined could have anyone of his choosing. He’s associated with models, other celebrities, some of the most beautiful people that Y/N has ever seen. She couldn’t imagine him sitting in his bed, pent up, thinking about her when he probably had like ten different people, both men and women, who would drop anything to open their mouths for him. But he was obsessed with her? He wanted to be snuggled between her thighs, tasting her, getting her off, making his face all sticky and wet because he wanted her that badly. Not any of the wealthy, perfect people that he could be surrounding himself with, but Y/N, who gets bloated after takeout and can just barely keep up with her pedicures. 

It’s confusing, really. Y/N isn’t one to be down on herself by any means, but it doesn’t mean that she’s not still surprised by it. And she knows if she were to express any of this to him, she’d have signed herself up for a 90-minute lecture on how she is beautiful in mind, body, and soul, and how he’d start writing her sonnets about her eyes if it meant she’d finally get it. 

Harry waits patiently for her, and when Y/N finally nods, giving the go-ahead, he grins, all dimpled and sweet, like she just told him she named a star after him, not that he could eat her out again. Still, he buries himself into her pussy again, tongue insistent but softer this time, a little more gentle, less desperate now that he’s had his first taste but no less into it, if that makes sense. He uses the tip of his tongue to lull circles over her clit, even more swollen than it’d been before, engorged and sticky from her last orgasm. 

He wraps one arm around her thighs again, but the other he snakes between his body and the mattress. When his lips purse around the bud, the tips of his fingers press softly to her entrance. With a sharp inhale, Harry sinks one finger in to start. His one finger is much bigger than her own, longer and thicker around the knuckle. Y/N mewls for him, and when he curls it against her walls, stimulating her G-spot too. Her stomach tightens, warmth washing through her in a different way than it had been before. 

Then he squeezes in a second down to the knuckle, and Harry strokes along her walls, the spongy bump prodded and pressed while he sucked on her clit. It’s so much – especially after one orgasm already, she’s sensitive and jumpy. It doesn’t help that Harry’s moaning against her still like he also might cum from what he’s doing to her. He’s so practiced with his movements she almost has half the mind to be jealous, but she can’t even focus on that right now. All she could focus on was how fucking good he feels, how she can’t believe that she’s getting this right now, and she is definitely going to get a cramp in her foot from how hard she’s curling her toes. 

“W-wait, wait, wait,” she starts, because she feels a little too close, a little too fast, and her whole body trembles. She doesn’t want him to stop, actually, but Harry is good – he’s a good person so he slows his fingers and starts to pull away from her, even when she tugs at his hair to try and pull him back. “No! Don’t – don’t stop, please, I –” 

“You’re confusing me a little, Sweet girl,” he murmurs, “My safeword is crab, yeah? Until we can find one that suits us both, say that for me if you want to stop.” He kisses her folds, “Do you want me to keep going?” 

“Yes,” she stresses, tilting her hips toward his mouth, and he gets back to work quickly. Picks up right where he left off, like he’d never even stopped, and her orgasm builds up even quicker this time. Y/N cums again, her mouth opening around a silent sound until it can break from her throat, bucking erratically against his face while he works her through it. She can feel herself squeeze and pulse around his fingers, and can’t help but wish they were his cock instead. Y/N thinks he’d probably feel really good, and he’d fill her up until she was so full she could feel him in her throat. She can almost imagine how Harry may act inside of her too – she wonders if he’ll be as desperate as he was tasting her. 

Harry pulls away, once again, only when she pushes him by the forehead until he pops off wetly. He slips his fingers out of her, then drags his tongue through the mess of arousal that comes out with them. He’s gentle when he does it, then presses his thumbs into some of the marks he made before on her thighs, cooing when she hisses at where they’re tender. 

“Again,” he murmurs, “Let me do it again.” 

This would be a long, very wet night, she believes.