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HIIIIIII!! THIS is just some fluff and smut chefrry style! A lil something-something that I hope you'll enjoy!!

AS PER USUAL WITH THESE TWO: there is some pet play involved, so be warned!

IT'S LITERALLY ALREADY SO COLD OUT, SO STAY WARM AND COZY!!

OKAY LOVE YOUUUUU!!!

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Y/N is dog-tired. 

She’s never really understood what that phrase meant, honestly. Like, what does a dog have to be so tired from doing? Lopping around the house all day? Running laps in the yard? Scooting their bum across the carpet? Maybe the phrase was more from a working-dog standpoint. It did sort of feel like she’d been herding cows and goats into their barns and pens all day. Only instead of cows and goats, she was socializing with a ton of other chefs and people of high regard.

Youngjae had opened up another restaurant since his first was doing so well, and of course he extended the invitation. And whether he is smart enough to realize Harry probably would’ve politely declined and said they were busy, or he truly is just pure in his intent – Youngjae asks her directly. He came by during lunch, ordered something to eat, then wandered his way into the kitchen, as he typically does. It was something that Harry had eventually let go, because Youngjae always grinned so brightly when he saw him, and Harry – at the end of the day – couldn’t resist a sweet dimpled grin like that. Even if he acted like he was unfazed by it. 

“It will be fun! I want you guys to come,” he told her, “I even picked a day that all of you would be off schedule. Some of my family is attending as well, and a couple of well-known and highly regarded chefs from Korea. It will be good for you to mingle!” 

“Okay!” Y/N grinned, “That sounds nice.” 

Youngjae smiled brightly, “Perfect! Harry, will you be able to make –?” 

“I’ll be there.” He answered instantly. 

Of course, the invite was extended to Niall and Adam as well. Niall would go because he likes going anywhere in which a free meal might be involved, and if Y/N’s there, he’s fully planning on fucking around for a couple of hours together. Adam can’t make it because he has family in town, but he tells Niall to order something to go for him because he’d be “at his place afterward anyway”. This time, even Harry squinted his eyes at them, “Are you two sleeping together or what?” 

“Anyway, Y/N, what are you going to wear? Youngjae loves when you wear –” 

“Who cares what he likes her in?” Harry grumbles, but effectively shuts him up about Adam (because Niall plays dirty, for sure). 

It was fun. Harry had more fun than she thinks he ever intends to admit, actually, and they share two bottles of soju with Youngjae and Niall, and get sort of bubbly and silly together too. They meet Youngjae’s parents, who are seriously way too beautiful to even look at, and with them there are some high-class chefs not only from Korea, but from Japan, Thailand, and a couple from Denmark. It lasts a couple of hours, and Y/N didn’t sleep much the night before because she was sort of nervous (even though she’s been to a couple of these chef events already; the mingling aspect never fails to stress her out). Niall sends a selfie of him and Youngjae making a kissy face at each other to Adam, and Adam effectively thumbs-downed the message. 

The thing about Youngjae is he doesn’t do little – he goes all out, so he has hired drivers for everyone to get to and from their hotels and/or homes. It’s sweet and makes Y/N feel fancy – Harry is nowhere near as enthralled about a driver coming to get them, since he does things like this relatively often. But it’s fun for her, and she tells him that she’s pretending she’s some rich nepo baby going back to her high-rise penthouse to sleep in sheets that cost more than a house. 

Harry pouted cutely at her, in a way that he only lets her see. 

“I can get you cars like this,” he grumbled. “If you want them often, I can.” 

The thing is, Harry’s jealousy would be annoying if he wasn’t so cute about it. He never tells her she can’t go somewhere Youngjae will be at, and he never truly fusses about what she wears or if she’s speaking with him. Youngjae, despite being flirty, isn’t a threat in the slightest, and Y/N had already soothed his worries about her wanting him at all. Still, he gets a little whiny and huffy about things like this, but he never takes it out on her. Instead, he just chooses to remind her that he could do anything that Youngjae could do for her, ten times over. A silly little notion that warms her from the inside out. Men in the past have always made their jealousy her problem, but Harry has never been like that. 

Honestly, if he’s jealous, it just makes him treat her like a princess for a little while. He doesn’t need to, and he already treats her so well; this is just him going above and beyond. So when they get back to her flat (after Hazelnut greets them sweetly at the door), he directs her to the bathroom. He plops her on the cold, ceramic toilet lid (that icy temperature somehow manages to seep through her dress), before he grabs her makeup remover and cotton pads. 

“What’re you doing?” She inquires, but Harry only hums, gets the cotton pads wet, and then tenderly swipes away her makeup. He’s careful as he does it – his hands are delicate in the way that only a chef who is able to shape sugar into delicate flower petals for a dessert plate could be. He slides a couple of fingers below her chin to keep her looking up at him as he cleans around her face. When he gets to her eyes, he uses a new pad. 

“Close them,” he orders, but it’s soft and buttery, and Y/N secretly loves it when he guides her with a gentle but firm voice. Sort of how you would a puppy you’re trying to train – if she had a tail right now, it would be wagging for sure.

She isn’t that drunk, because when she closes her eyes, it doesn’t feel like she’s spinning or anything. Y/N lets him wipe her face clean before he stands her up and places her in front of the sink. He has her wash her face with her cleanser, but after that, he’s the one to spread the toner over her cheeks and massage her moisturizer into her skin. This is all very new, him taking care of her like this – including when he grabs her toothbrush and has her split her mouth open, murmuring, “I need to clean my puppy’s teeth.” It twists something low in her belly as he scrubs at them softly. Arousal pools, warming her from the inside out. This is just too much in the best way – she feels like she might explode, actually, buzzing at the seams. Like with everything else, Harry is so careful with her, and he regards her teeth gently – reverently. He hums softly while he does it. 

Was it normal to get wet from someone brushing your teeth? Probably not, but her oral fixation, coupled with her general response to Harry taking care of her, makes her feel a little crazy. 

After he’s finished, he pecks her minty mouth, “My pretty girl.” He clicks his tongue, “You’ve got that look in your eye.” 

She pouts, “What look?” 

“That one.” He pushes another kiss against her, “Go wait in the bedroom, Pup, I’m g’na brush my teeth.” 

Y/N, still pouting, does go wait for him in the bedroom. She strips out of her clothes while she’s at it too, and dances with the idea of presenting herself to him like an actual animal, but ultimately decides against it. Still, she lies on top of the blankets, belly up in just her panties. There was no way she’d be able to go to bed after that without at least something – and Harry often lets her decide whether he keeps her in a subby sort of space without having sex or not. Which, sometimes, she likes– when it just feels like extended aftercare, and she didn’t really have to work for it to get to that point. But tonight, she’s rubbing her thighs together like a cricket. She really wants him inside her. 

Harry doesn’t seem all too surprised when he walks into the room. 

“Filthy girl,” he giggles softly, shaking his head, “You want me fuck you, hm? Nice and good?” 

Y/N nods, spreading her legs for him. She wonders if there’s a wet patch on her panties or not – she really can’t tell from this angle, but from the way Harry’s face zeros in between her legs, she thinks he might see something. Harry crawls into bed, simultaneously removing his shirt before tossing it off to the side. He leans in and smears his mouth against hers, sharing a relatively minty kiss before he starts to pull and suckle at her bottom lip. Harry liked to do that – to get it all swollen and fat from him nibbling at it, before kissing her again. As much as Y/N’s obsessed with having things in her mouth, Harry is just straight up obsessed with her mouth. She thinks if he could spend the whole day playing with it, then he would – putting things inside it, kissing on it, biting at it. There are a couple of pictures on his phone of her mouth, spit-slicked and all zoomed in, just so he could look at it when he wanted to. 

So they spend a while kissing, until he licks into her mouth with a soft tongue and kisses her filthily. He rolls and strokes against it, and it doesn’t take long for it to get messy and wet. He pulls her legs around his hips, pressing the bump of his cock through his trousers against her. From how hard he feels, Y/N suspects that he’d been longer than she must have thought. Had taking care of her worked him up just as much as it had her? They really were made for each other, she thinks – they’re the same kind of weird. 

Y/N whines into his mouth, arching her back into his body and trying to use her heel to shove his pants down his legs. Harry’s chuckle is muffled against her, reaching between them to unbutton them and wriggle them over his bum and down his thighs. He eventually kicks them off around his ankles, and thankfully, he doesn’t seem keen on teasing her this time since he pulled his underwear off too. His cock all but slaps up against his belly, stiff and leaking. Even the sight of his ruddy tip makes her mouth water, but he takes himself by the shaft, tugs her panties to the side, and slaps the head on her pussy. 

“You’re always so swollen and wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He sandwiches his cock between his hand and her slit, rolling his hips softly. She mewls, tilting up to meet his thrusts, but he uses his free hand to press her down. It’s a show of strength that makes her shiver, as he holds her still, “Perfect puppy for me, always ready to be filled up. Fuck you until you’re dumb and panting, drooling all over yourself.” 

The tip buds at her hole, but he teases her. He starts to slip it in, just barely, then pulls right back out to rock against her slit again. Harry does it three times before she really does groan, annoyed, and he gives her a slanted, dimpled grin. “Your pussy is trying to suck me right in.” He tells her, sliding the tip in – again, just barely- and he stays there while she squeezes around the little bit that’s inside of her, trying to beckon him forward, “Feels like she’s mouthing on me.” 

“Harry –” she digs her fingers into his biceps, “Please, please – “ 

He clicks his tongue, “I don’t think puppies can talk.” He reminds her, and Y/N whines again. Still, despite being the world’s biggest ragebaiter, he does ease himself fully inside of her. No matter how many times she takes him, he’s still big enough that it feels like he’s in her throat. He has taken to fucking her right off the bat, slowly getting deeper and deeper until his balls are slapping against her. It makes the stretch feel that much more intense, and the first time he’d done it, Y/N had squirted all over the place, so he knew she liked it. 

His body covers her, bracketed by his big arms, and his lips drag along her cheek, his teeth threatening to nip at the flesh there. Harry likes to kiss and bite her everywhere, and she’s certain it’s his own way of expressing some sort of cute aggression. He does the same with Hazelnut, nipping at her ear when she’s snuggled close enough for him to reach. Y/N likes when he gets like this – A. because it means he thinks she’s cute, and B. sometimes he’ll bite hard enough to leave a mark she can press on later. 

Y/N won’t last long; she can already tell. That’s another thing with Harry, that she truly has never experienced with another man before – like, honestly, maybe even herself. He makes her feel so good, and she’s so turned on, that cumming isn’t some far-away dream. Especially when he reaches between them and starts to draw circles on her clit with the pad of his thumb, that he’d hooked into her mouth and let her suckle on before taking it away. He always rubs her in a way she can never replicate by herself. Truly, he knew parts about her that she didn’t know about herself. It always made her cum 1000% harder than what she could replicate on her own. 

(And anytime she tells him that – typically after trying, failing, and begging him to help her – he mocks her. Says something like, “Oh, I know, puppies are too dumb to make themselves cum properly.” That alone usually has her seconds from bursting.) 

She sticks out her tongue for him, just barely over her bottom lip, and Harry meets it swiftly. At this point, him fucking her, she’s too airheaded to have any sort of meaningful kiss, so she kind of pants into his mouth while he does the work. Harry doesn’t mind it – if anything, when she kisses like this, he starts to fuck her harder. 

Her orgasm swells from low before rapidly overtaking her, like sparks spitting from an open wire. Y/N goes from higher-pitched, whining moans to silence as it takes her breath away, while Harry maintains the same speed with both his hand and his hips. She arches into him, her body locking up and her toes curling tight enough to cramp. Her arms snake around his back and press him against her, her tits pushing against his chest as she shudders through it. When her breath returns to her, it’s in a low, resounding groan. 

“Yeah?” Harry rubs the tips of their noses together. “Are you feeling good, puppy?” 

Y/N nods, breathless. Harry makes a soft, disapproving sound in his throat. 

“Hm, if you can still answer questions that easily, then I haven’t done my job, have I?” He rocks his hips, and Y/N jolts, sensitive. Harry’s still hard as stone, and with a phrase like that, she has a hard time believing he’s anywhere close to being done with her tonight. 

“What’s your color, baby?” 

Y/N squeezes him. “Green.” 

Harry grins, then rolls his hips another time.