Y/N is so, very stressed.
She's having the toughest week of her life, she thinks. Lately, since Harry's been back from tour, he's been spending more and more time with Y/N, which brings good and bad; good because she missed him so much while he was away, but bad because more and more hate is being sent her way from all the pap pictures being out on the internet, saying Harry shouldn't be with a Latina and how she could never compare to his exes like Kendall or Camille. On top of all that, she's constantly worrying about passing her exams for the 15 credit hours she's taking and is in a constant state of fear for her parents whom are undocumented. To say she's emotionally overwhelmed is, well, an understatement.
She's easing her nerves by cooking in her and Harry's kitchen - a dish called ajiaco - one that she's loved ever since she was a child and her mom would make it for her and even put slices of aguacate in it because her mom knew she liked it that way. She lets the steam of the dish distract her from her worrisome mind, turning up the music when she hears Elvis Crespo come on shuffle, and she begins dancing around the kitchen, not even hearing Harry come through the front door.
"Someone's having a fiesta in here." Y/N chuckles and rolls her eyes, kissing his cheek before moving the boiling pot to the back burner and pausing her music. "Are you feeling better?" His tone shifts to more of a calm one, soothing her insides as she snuggles into his body.
"M'still stressed." She exhales deeply, burrowing her face into his neck (as much as she could - he's very tall) and breathing in his cologne. "I don't know what to do."
"Hey", he lifts her head up to place a kiss on her forehead, "I'll help however you need me to. You're not in this alone, okay? I already have people working on gaining citizenship for your parents."
Y/N's eyes widen, cupping his face while doing so because she's so in shock. "You're what? H-How?"
"I know people who know people. I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure your parents are safe here." He brushes the fringe from her forehead back, placing another kiss there and Y/N feels a couple of tears roll down her cheeks.
"I love you." She hiccups, kissing him all over his face. "That just made my week. I'm not even thinking anymore about my exams or the hate I've been getting online." She usually doesn't tell Harry when she receives hate - not wanting to drag him into it - but right now it just slipped out.
"What hate?" He furrows his eyebrows, confused and upset on how anyone could send his little angel malicious words. "What're they saying?"
"The usual." She shrugs, not really wanting to get into it.
"Which is...", he presses on.
She sighs, preparing herself. "Just how you shouldn't be with me because... you know...", she gestures to her face, making a circular motion and Harry tilts his head in confusion. "Because I'm Latina."
He blinks rapidly, trying to obsess the obscene information. "Well, that's just ridiculous. Idiots, they all are. Uneducated, too." He pecks her cheek, making her smile and hug him tighter. "Don't let any of that get to you, please. Some people are just mad that I've never been with anyone half as beautiful as you, my pretty girl." He kisses her other cheek, Y/N giggling as he gently chomps on her cheekbone and licks over it. "Taste good, too, like somewhere else." He sneaks a hand down their bodies, cupping her between her thighs and she squeals. "Can I have a taste, baby?" He sucks on the skin of her neck, feeling Y/N clamp her thighs shut and make a whimpering noise.
"I'm making ajiaco", she laughs, somewhat in a half state of mind of reality and arousal.
"Doesn't that take like hours to make? We could do a lot in a couple hours." He bites a mark into her neck, soothing it over with his tongue and Y/N nearly collapses. "And don't you say you have studying to do because I'm putting you on studying probation." He throws her over his shoulder, making her screech as he turns the stove on low before dashing to their bedroom. He places her back on her feet at the foot of the bed, stripping her of her clothes and lays her down. "Gonna take care of you, baby." He stays dressed except for his jeans, hovering over her stomach and sprinkling kisses all along her abdomen. "Been so stressed lately. Gonna make that go away for a bit." He slides his rings off with his teeth, Y/N biting her lip at the erotic act and already feeling some moisture begin to gather between her thighs.
"What're you gonna do?" She teases him, knowing he's going to touch her - hence him taking off his rings.
"Make you cum", he licks her entirety, moaning at the taste and she feels her thighs shake. "You deserve this, baby. Shouldn't be worrying so much like you do, and I hate that." He kisses her inner thigh as his thumb rubs little circles on her clit. "And if this is how I can help right now, then I'm gonna do it." He stuffs her with his tongue while his thumb still works her clit, Y/N a whimpering mess and clenching the sheets in both hands. With his free hand, he grabs one of her wrists and places her hand in his hair, smirking at her while still licking away at her folds and she almost cums just from that. "Is this helping?" He slides two fingers inside - quite easily from how wet she is - curling them while doing so, and Y/N nods while gasping into her hair sprawled out around her, cupping her breast with her hand that's not in Harry's hair.
"Yes, feels so good. I love it, I love you, I-", she squeals when her clit gets sucked into his mouth, knowing it's her weak spot and he'll have her coming within seconds if he applies more pressure. "Harry, stop."
He pulls away, licking his glistening lips and frowning afterwards. "What's wrong, cutie?"
"I'm gonna cum." She breathlessly speaks, her thighs shaking a bit uncontrollably from how close she was.
Harry chuckles, using his thumbs to spread her lips apart. "That's the point, baby. I wanna make you cum - wanna make you feel good right now." He gives little kitten licks to her clit, making her see white and lift her lower half off the mattress.
"But s'so embarrassing happening so fast." She pouts, yanking on his hair and wrapping her legs around his head as the orgasm takes over her. She's been so stressed with everything life has thrown at her; she hasn't cum in a week and this one is very strong, racking her whole body.
He licks her all the way through it, lapping away at her wet folds and all her worrisome thoughts from earlier erase for the time being, just focusing on Harry and his tongue. One of his hands goes up to tweak her nipple that she isn't pinching herself, moaning into her pussy when he feels how hard it is (he loves her nipples and just her tits in general), and she thinks she has another mini orgasm from the vibrations being sent through her alone.
She's a gasping mess, feeling relieved as Harry pulls away from her because she doesn't think she could handle anymore. He stands up and licks his fingers clean from her before sliding his rings back on, smirking at her fucked out body on his silky sheets.
"That was really good", he wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb, "but how about some real food, yeah? Is that ah-yahko done yet?"
"Ajiaco", she corrects him while giggling, crawling out of bed and sliding on her panties before walking out of the bedroom.
"Just your panties? You're gonna make me cum in my pants before I get to eat." He pouts while rubbing over his swollen cock in his jeans.
"Eat first", she kisses his cheek, "then I'll take care of you." She lightly sucks the skin beneath his ear before going to the stove and stirring the ingredients inside the pot, making her ass rotate in a circle.
"Now I'm really gonna cum in my pants."
Y/N is so, very horny.
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