Could you pretty please do some smut? Maybe in which harry sees on snapchat that Y/N basically ate an entire bag of frozen pineapple in one sitting and decided he needed to take advantage of how sweet she'd taste after
I legit squeal when I see a request, thank you so much for this.
And honestly, you guys come up with such diverse and distinct idea, and Im all here like: Could I have ever thought of that? haha
Here you go, dearie. Hope you like it!
#14: Tastes Like Mine**
It’s inevitable to stop Harry once he’s made up his mind. No matter how much you argue, how much you cry or whine, he stands numb to all the air like an iron pole.
So when today he had decided that he’s having a ‘boys’ day out’ with his friends, Y/N’s utter pleas and frowns could not at all change his mind.
They stand side by side at the dresser; Harry looking at himself in the mirror, Y/N looking at him. The intensity of her piercing eyes finally had Harry turning to her with a questioning look.
“What?” He belts his watch on his wrist.
“You seriously aren’t doing this to me, are you?”
“What?” He drawls, offended. “I’m just gonna go chillin’ and killin’ the summer. What’s troubling you?”
“I wanted us today!” Y/N whines, slapping her hands against her sides.
Harry grins. “You get enough, let the others taste some.” Winking, he leans to her face.
“What?!” Y/N yells, baffled. “You-“ She’s slapped the side of his arm a multiple times before he grabs her wrist, pulling her towards him and spinning on his feet to bring her against the dresser. Holding her wrists down against the wood, he leans to her lips, puckering to give her a sweet kiss.
“What if I tell you I want you?” Y/N says in a low tone. “What if I’m feeling extremely needy today, I allow you to tie me up, and..you’re liking that ass slapping thing lately, aren’t you? C’mon do it.” She wraps her fingers around his wrists from under his hold, and tries to shift them over her.
Harry chuckles, shaking his head. “What’s gotten into you, huh?” He grabs her behind as she urges, tugging her to his chest. “C’mon, let me give it to you quick.”
“No.” Y/N pauses, pushing at his chest as he locates her to the bed. “I want you all day, and then at night again.”
Harry sighs, kissing her lips. “Y/N, don’t do this. I have to go..” He says, sounding low.
Cupping his cheeks in her hands, she kisses him to her greed, lapping lips over one another, digging her nose on the inside of his cheeks, brushing his jaw with the pad of her thumb while her other hand pulls his hip to her. Harry pauses into the kiss, opening his eyes as he feels her hand hover above the front of his jeans. He hurriedly tugs her away, wrapping them behind her, and finally planting another peck, he pulls away from her.
“I’m comin’ for you tonight, baby. Love ya.” And, he’s out of the door.
Harry’s sitting in Michael’s office, and the rest of the boys and Michael sit at the same table in a circle. After going about seeing places and visiting his friend’s latest plot where he’s constructing, all the guys relaxed under the air conditioner of the office after the sunny day with beer bottles before them.
They’re mingling together with playful talks, cussing about freely and loud. Harry joins in at times, adding words here and there, and all have a good time. It’s four, and their lunch arrives. They sitting in the same pattern, poking at their plates and continuing their left conversation.
Harry pulls out his phone, amidst, scrolling through his Insta feed before clicking on the Snapchat icon. He scrolls through any texts if there is, then switches to looking at the stories, Y/N’s icon bubbling at the top.
Looking around, he bites his lower lip in anticipation, clicking on the icon, and there she’s posted a picture of her in bed, hair all messy atop and expressions somber. It’s a modest pic, but of course her face has something bothering Harry. He bites down on his lips harder.
He waits till the story automatically is switched to the other, staring at her face for long enough to feel a thickening pressure build in his gut. The second story of hers comes up, and it’s of her sitting on the couch with a bowl full of pineapple slices on her lap, captioning: I’m a freak when it comes to eating.
The last one shows up: Anywayy..pineapple love<3
Harry’s cheeks hollow; he’s suppressing a smirk build up on his face as he returns back to her stories, clicking on the one with the pineapples and sending it to her saying : I’d like some taste too.
He rests his phone back on the table, slowly biting down on his meal, when his phone dings.
Come and get it.
“Guys, are we wrapping it up then?”
Harry twists the key into the lock, swinging the door open. He does a quick search in the house, finding Y/N seated at the entertainment room, tuning into some television, her back to him. Quirking his lips up, he takes his boots off at the door, taking slow steps to her.
“Been a good girl, I see.” He says, reaching and hitting his legs on the back rest of the long couch, slowly bending down to her ear and kissing the shell. His hands place on her shoulders, sliding down slowly to her chest. “Had your pineapples right, huh?”
“Not for you.” Y/N flats out, hiding the quivering tone she gets from his touch.
“Ah, I see.” His hands slide further, hovering above her supple breasts for a moment before stopping mid air, and he stands to his height. He walks round to sit on the couch, pulling at her feet sprawled, onto his lap.
He pulls her some more; she slides to him till her legs dangle off his lap and her body is pressed close to his side. His lips pull her close, kissing at hers. They slowly glaze down her face, onto her neck.
“Harry, we can’t”
He groans in reply, biting down on her sweet spot.
“Y/N! Where do you keep the butter?” Comes a feminine voice from outside, and Harry’s heads shots up to give Y/N a confused look.
“I’m coming, Alexa!” She smirks, victoriously, untangling herself from his hold and walks away, leaving behind a stunned Harry on the couch.
Y/N and Alexa walk back to the room few moments later, Alexa smiling at Harry, who’s found his place in the single chair. Dropping the popcorn bowl on the table, Alexa shares a quick hug with Harry, then settles on the long couch with Y/N.
“When’d you come here?” Harry asks, tone monotonous.
“Been quite hours, I guess. It’s our second bowl of popcorn.” Alexa smiles back at Y/N. Harry nods, shifting his eyes on the screen.
The girls sit watching the movie Harry despises and he’s forced to leave the room, but of course he has a death glare pointed in Y/N’s direction as he passes by.
Alexa leaves after quite a long time; she’s extremely talkative, and even after the movie got over two hours before, she stayed back to give her points on the movie and go about gossiping for a good hour.
Y/N creeps into the room, peeping in to see Harry sprawled on his side of the bed, eyes closed, breathing calm.
“Baby’s asleep?” She murmurs, climbing onto their bed and nearing his back. She runs a hand through the length of his spine, leaning down to kiss the base of his neck and behind his shoulders.
A vicious laugh goes by, and suddenly Harry turns around, jumping over her and pinning her down on the mattress with his body atop.
“Fuck you!” He says to her face, pressing himself down on her.
“What? I was just having a good time.” She says in a casual tone, and that has Harry doubling over his frustration.
“I know you did it on purpose!” He rasps, tugging her wrists over her head. His face and attempt at being all dominant has Y/N laughing underneath him.
“Harry, let me go.” She chuckles, shaking her head at him.
His eyes narrow. “You wanted to be tied up, didn’t you? Let’s do it.”
Her eyes widen. Harry lets go of her held arms, sits down on her hips as he extends to the side table to bring in a hand a tie.
Y/N hides her hands, pulling them behind her as she squeals. “No, you bugger! Don’t!”
“Ah, I’ve had enough of it. Show me your hands!” He demands. When she doesn’t comply, he holds the tie in between his teeth, and tugs at her forearms, bringing her wrists before him and hastily tying them up. Through with this, he gives her a grin.
“Hm, now, now.” He muses. “Look at you.”
“Harry.” She whimpers. “C’mon, open this up. I shouldn’t be the one getting punished, you should be!”
“This’s not a punishment. You wanted it, so I’m giving it to you.” He shrugs his shoulders. He presses on her between her thighs, earning a moan.
“I need more, give me that.” Y/N speaks through her shuddering state.
“Like what?” Harry trails down from her hip, slowing bucking away and sitting between her spread legs, on the bed. “Hm? Tell me?” He trails his both hands on her each leg, staring from her ankle to her knee. With a push, he urges her knees up in the air, legs folded.
“You wanted a taste? Touch it, taste it.” Y/N urges, now in pain.
Harry snickers, taking his lower lip between his fingers as he eyes her cloth covered center. “D’ya want it?”
Y/N pinches her eyes. He’s totally testing her patience. “Fuck, yes, yes, I want it. I want you in between my legs, baby. Do it.” She moans.
“Fuck, that’s it.”
Harry leans forward, clutching the back of her calves with his hands as his lips kiss on her inner thighs. He trails close to her center, sucking on her supple, smooth skin, bumping his nose on her covered clit. Hearing her gasp, and then shoot her hands down into his hair, Harry loses control, hurriedly pulling down her panties and throwing them off behind him.
He ducks low, pressing his lips flat on her skin, bringing his fingers to separate her folds. His tongue reaches out to her wetness; Y/N legs shivering from the contact. Harry winds his arms around her thighs, holding them in place as starts his tongue to move over her sweet juices.
She’s dripping, and he, gratified, takes them all, sucking on her core for more.
“So sweet, my baby.” He moans, her fingers clutching harder on his hair. “Gimme some more, c’mon.”
Harry sucks over the sensitive skin, puckering his lips and making sounds of his lips smacking against her, that has her lolling and head spinning, gut tightening and pressure building inside her.
“Harry.” She groans through her hoarse voice, and Harry knows she’s close. So he goes faster, torturous, relentless on her, not sparing another moment for her feel.
With a last tight tug at his roots, she’s coming undone, slipping all for him. He brings his finger against her, collecting her wetness in one. Climbing on top of her, he brings it to her lips. Y/N opens up, sucking his middle finger in her mouth, and having an unintentional moan slip from her throat. He pulls out of her mouth, replacing his lips on top as he rolls his tongue in her mouth, letting her suck at the muscle.
“Taste so good, my sweet baby.” Harry coos, kissing her on the mouth again.
Y/N smiles, timid, biting on her lip as their eyes meet.
“Describe in three words how I taste.” She counters him, tied hands moving down between them, palming him through his boxer briefs.
Harry lets out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering at her touch. He gulps, looking back at her. “You taste- taste like revival, essential.” He kisses her mouth, eyes glassy. “Tastes like mine.”