in which...

...y/n is nervous about trying new things and harry loves to be called baby

In which Y/N is nervous about trying new things and Harry loves to be called baby

Y/N gasps lightly, pulling back from Harry's tight hold onto her waist, hands placing over his hips to balance herself on top of him.

"W-What?" She stutters, her nails digging into the soft skin of his sides.

"What?" He repeats, tilting his head to the side with a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

She lets out a breathy laugh, nervously chewing on her bottom lip, "Not funny."

"Wasn't kidding." This time his tone is more serious, his palms lowering down and resting over her bum, pushing her closer into him, practically grinding her down over the growing bulge inside of his pants.

He leans back, propping his head onto the pillows behind him and looking up at her through hooded eyes. Y/N doesn't move, but instead glances around the dimly lit room. She feels fine now, but she knows that in the following minutes she'll be desperate to open a window. Maybe she should have, they always make the same mistake and then he gets all huffy and pouty afterwards because she doesn't want to cuddle him when they're both sweaty and out of breath.

Y/N is brought out of her deep thoughts about the heat as soon as he guides her by her hips even further up, now resting right over his butterfly tattoo, the sight making her nervous. "W-wait, wait." She whispers, placing both hands over his chest to balance herself and stop his movement.

"C'mere." He says calmly, his voice comforting the rapid beating of her heart. "Let me have a taste of you, yeah?"

Y/N nods slowly, placing both hands on either side of his shoulders and lowering her head down so she could press a lingering kiss over his lips. This is something she can for sure do, kissing Harry is one of her favorite things to do. His lips are always plushy and wet and his breath feels minty and fresh.

Harry hums in content, pulling back and brushing some of her hair behind her ear. "That's nice pet," he purses his lips to suppress a grin, "but I meant a taste of a different part of you."

Y/N swallows dryly, her elbows beginning to quiver as she's still holding herself up over him, squealing when he places both of his hands back on her bum, giving her a light pinch and inching her further up. She hooks her arms around his neck and stops him by digging her calves into his sides. "Harry, wait." She presses her forehead on top of his, her breathing a lot more erratic compared to his. "I-I don't know."

"Why? We've done this before, it's not all that different." He leans up to brush his lips over hers, giving her bottom one a subtle bite.

"It's a pretty big difference, Harry." She puffs out a nervous laugh, shaking her head from side to side.

"I still get to have my head between your legs either way, so I don't really see the difference."

Y/N lets out a small noise of surprise at his blunt choice of words, tugging onto the hair at the nape of his neck, which only makes him hum in satisfaction at her way of "scolding" him. Looking down at him and tracing her eyes over his features, she seriously considers his offer. She trails her gaze over from his glowing cheekbones to the tip of his nose and the slight sweat that has already built above his cupid's bow, ending it over to his slightly parted lips. Looking over his face, she feels a heat creeping up onto her cheeks when she imagines getting to, as bluntly as he put it, sit on it.

"M'not gonna force you into anything you don't want," he assures her, resting his index and middle finger underneath her chin, his thumb stroking over her bottom lip, "but I would very much like to have you sit on my face." He chuckles a little when he sees her eyes widening at his words. "Come on, poppet," he rests back comfortably onto the pillows, looking up at her as he begins to guide her hips further upwards, now resting right on top of his chest, "make me happy, yeah?"