Fine Line (+Extras)

hair dye and faye's mental health

Anonymous said:

omg could u write something about faye's roots growing out bc of lockdown so she gets some dye and gets harry to help her dye it

warning: mentions of anxiety & depression

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Harry's chest is rising and falling, his head thrown back with a layer of sweat over his skin. He really hopes his grip on Faye's hair isn't as tight as it feels, but he really can't stop himself or loosen it because of his rapidly approaching orgasm. His eyes are shut, letting the waves of pleasure roll over him, the tension released from his shoulder and his aching arm that he's been overworking.

Faye slowly pulls off of him, biting down on his knee gently to get his attention. She's wiping her mouth when he looks down at her. "Yeah, baby?" he mutters, swiping over her mouth. "Tired?"

She nods. "Can you take over?"

He sits up a bit. "Is that what you want? Don't wanna be too pushy."

Faye's kind eyes brighten when she smiles. "Go ahead. My knees hurt a bit so can you get me the cushion behind you?"

He hands it over to her and she settles into it as Harry pumps himself slowly. Once she's adjusted, he asks, "Good?"

"Yes." She opens her mouth and takes him back in, and he gathers her hair into a ponytail again, bringing her back.

"Tell me when it gets too much."

Her eyes slowly shut as he feeds himself into her mouth, slowly to set a rhythm. The impending orgasm returns as quickly as it had left, now at an alarming rate. "Fuck," he whispers, pressing his teeth together when she places her hands on his calves, holding him for balance. At the soft swear, her eyes reopen to watch him, feeling how heavy he is on her tongue. She breathes softly through her nose, every groan music to her ears. She winces a bit at how hard he grabs her hair, but it's all relieved when she hears him say under his breath, "Faye, I'm gonna cum, alright?"

She nods, putting in more effort to get him to reach his climax quicker, hollowing her cheeks. When he finally releases, it's with a low groan and he stills her, her brows bunching together, focusing on what's happening in her mouth. When she pulls off, she wipes her mouth and swallows down everything quickly.

Harry laughs, a hand on his stomach. "That gross huh?"

"Not gross!" she says, licking her lips, "just...warm. Why is it warm?"

He bends down to kiss her forehead. "Don't have to swallow, my love. It's not meant to be swallowed."

"I know." She only does it sometimes. "Just felt like giving it another go this time. You taste better than most guys."

"Yeah? How do they usually taste?"

"Like battery acid." Her quick answer makes him laugh harder, grabbing her waist to bring her back up.

"Come here, weirdo."

"I won't lie and say giving blow jobs was fun before I met you. I willingly do it now."

This makes Harry falter suddenly, placing her beside him as he pulls his shorts back up. "You should only do it if you want to."

"I know that Harry." She gives him a smile. "I think I just learned that a bit too late. Just wanted to make people happy."

Harry's still learning about Faye. It seems like every time she talks, he learns something new, but this is something he really wishes he'd known sooner because his mind wanders to every other time he's gotten a blow job from her, guilt coursing through him. "And everything we do? It's not just to make me happy right?"