informed consent | short story + one shots

one year

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“Hmm, baby.” Harry sleepily slurred with his eyes closed. 

For once, he was laying on his side in their big bed, Mia spooned in behind him. It didn’t fit as well as the other way around. Mia was a bit shorter and didn’t fully manage to fold herself around Harry, but her arms were around his torso, their legs tangled together and her lips sponging kisses on the back of his bare shoulder.

Harry woke up with his love wrapped around him. He smiled tiredly as early light shone through their curtains, “Good morning.” He sighed.

“Morning.” Mia breathed from behind him, kissing the back of his neck a few times as her hands roamed his chest. Harry hummed again, pushing back into her a bit, “‘S a nice way to wake up.” His voice was gravelly and low and it only added to the heat between Mia’s legs.

She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help but dream of him almost every night. About the way he loved her and how he made her feel it. About everything he did for her. She didn’t necessarily only dream about sex, but also about the conversations they had or how Harry sometimes cooked or surprised her with pink flowers.

It all added so much to her never ending attraction to him. And it got her worked up to see her future in his eyes. 

And so for once, she gasped awake before Harry had even opened his eyes. Her legs had trembled beneath the sheets and her skin had felt tingly, and she lay staring at the ceiling with the realization that she was uncomfortably sticky between her thighs. 

What of course also helped, was knowing that today they had been together for a full year.

One year of pure, pure love and growing together. Mia had never felt this amazing in her entire life. She didn’t even know this was possible. It was better than what she saw in movies, it was better than what she read in books, it was better than the fantasy stories she had heard over the years. 

On certain days, the overwhelming feeling of being loved like this and caring this much for Harry, could make her cry. On other days, it could make her ecstatic to the point she near jumped around, and on some days it made her want to be so incredibly close to him that she hardly knew what to do with herself.

Like now.

Mia softly exhaled into the back of his neck, squeezing him tighter as she locked her leg around his hips like a koala from behind. Harry softly chuckled, “What’s the matter, lovie?” He felt her struggling behind him.

Mia groaned something he couldn’t understand and he was sure if he’d turn around now, he’d see her with a sleepy face and a soft, irresistible pout to her lips.

Harry smiled with closed eyes as Mia struggled to touch him the way she wanted, like she wanted to hug him closer but she physically couldn’t. Harry giggled at her efforts of moving around his muscular body until Mia let out an aggravated sigh in frustration, “Harry,” She whined.

A shudder ran down his spine at the tone in her voice and his gentle smile turned into a little smirk, “Hm?” He teased.

Mia ducked her head underneath his arm and pressed a kiss to his ribs, limbs tangled together, “I-I’m… please?”

Harry bit his lip to stifle his grin, still laying on his side. It was fun to see and hear her like this. Mia wasn’t the most vocal person, nor was she one to take much initiative. Whenever she felt needy and horny, she only vocalized it when he drove her so far she was almost crying. Only then would she admit that she was desperate for him.

But for now, she was pouting and whimpering and silently begging for him to take the hint and take the reigns. Harry always liked to tease her though, pretending he didn’t know what she wanted.

“Harryyyy…” Mia strung out the word in a soft, pathetic whine. Harry stifled a groan at the sound and let his body go lax when Mia eventually managed to roll him on his back. He thudded into the bedding and felt as she climbed on top of him. His hands squeezed her thighs, like a magnetic force. 

He opened his eyes to stare up at her, seeing her for the first time this morning. Mia sat topless on top of him, her skin radiant and smooth. His eyes dropped to her tits for a second, and Harry exhaled a puffy breath as Mia braced her hands on his chest and it pushed her boobs together a bit. 

His gaze dragged up her face next, seeing Mia with needy eyes and a pouty face. Her hair was in the same messy braid as it was every morning. He vividly remembered braiding her hair the night before. He was truly getting better at it. 

His hands kneaded her thighs and his eyes dropped to where she sat on top of his crotch with little panties on. They were cotton with a ruffled border. Light blue with coloured balloons on them. 

He broke out into a grin, his heart hammering violently at the sight of his love. “Morning, sweetheart.” Harry cooed. Mia smiled too, giggling as she momentarily leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, “Good morning.” She whispered back.

Harry hummed, moving his hands to Mia’s ass to rock her into him a bit as she stayed leaned over him, “What’s wrong this morning? D’you need me?” He teased a bit.

Mia nodded and buried her face in the crook of his neck, “Yes. I-I dreamed of you.”

“Sweet lovie.” He sighed, rewarding her with a kiss to her cheekbone as he shifted a bit so Mia was sitting right on top of his growing dick. He could feel the warmth radiating from her split thighs as he grabbed handfuls of her ass cheeks to grind her down on top of him.

Mia pliantly let him take the lead as she panted out into his neck, feeling the way her covered clit brushed into his hard shaft to relieve her just a bit.

“Was I being nice to you in your dream?” He questioned. Mia moaned softly, her hands moving around his neck to lock around him, her breasts flattening against his chiseled chest, “Yes.” Mia exhaled, “Mhm, so nice.”

“I’m always nice, aren’t I?”

Mia managed a nod, “Yes, y-you always take care of me.”

Harry smirked as he hummed, “I know, baby, I know. Always make you sob and scream and cry for me. Remember last week? You lost your voice.” He brought back the memory. 

Mia remembered. She definitely, definitely remembered. It was the night she had masturbated on the phone with Harry talking to her. He was with his friends, smoking and playing video games and Mia came back from her night with Hazel - curious about phone sex and missing Harry as she laid in bed.

He talked her through an orgasm and came home later to wake her up. They greeted each other sweetly at first until the sight of a naked Mia awoke the beast in Harry. He positioned her exactly the way he wanted and Mia’s mind was spinning at the speed and force he used to make her his. 

It was safe to say she was exhausted the next day. For one, she didn’t get too much sleep. And her muscles ached and her throat was sore from whimpering, crying and screaming. Harry doted over her like no one else though, bringing her tea and running her a hot bath before he massaged her shoulders and kissed the hickeys he left.

“Mia,” Harry tutted, “I asked if you remembered?” Harry mocked her, because he could see the distant look in her eyes and he could feel the clenching of her thighs. Of course she remembered. 

Mia swallowed and nodded shakily, “Yes, I remember.”

“Good girl.” He cooed, “Is that what you want?”

Mia softly moaned and rocked her hips harder, making Harry let out a blissful sigh at the stimulation. Mia lifted her head for a second, Harry immediately removing one hand from her ass to cup her cheek and lovingly stroke his thumb over her cheekbone. Mia nibbled her lip, “I want to take care of you too.”

“You always take care of me.” Harry smiled, “Don’t have to worry about that, Mi.”

She shakily exhaled, “No, I know, I-I…” She licked her lip while searching for the words, “I just want to treat you good. I-I wanna…” She lowered her eyes briefly and Harry’s brows raised as he froze for a second, “You… You wanna blow me?” He guessed.

Mia blushed and flicked her eyes up to stare into his, “Yes.” She whispered.

“Jesus christ, baby.” Harry sighed, swallowing, “Hmmm… You wanna make me sob and cry and scream?”

Mia’s thighs shuddered at the idea of Harry being so vulnerable. She loved him like that. It was a bit of uncovered territory though. She never really knew what to do and hoped she could give Harry maximum pleasure always. And it was new. Because Mia loved being helpless and pathetic for Harry but part of her also liked it when he was a little helpless for her.

It made her feel powerful.

She chewed the inside of her cheek before nodding shortly, “Yes.” It was hardly audible, but Harry heard. He fought his smirk as his eyes fluttered and he dropped back into the bed with a low groan, blissfully smiling at the idea, “Fuck, baby… Yeah, do whatever you want. ‘M all yours.”

Mia felt shy as she exhaled and nodded, shuffling down his body. She ignored the violent throbbing between her thighs and kissed down Harry’s chest. He gently held her shoulders, not guiding or pushing down but just wanting a hand on her. Mia closed her eyes, kissing his sternum and over his tattoos while inhaling his scent and tasting his skin. 

Her nose brushed the small amount of chest hair Harry had and she kissed further down. Harry sucked in a breath in anticipation, his ribs hollowing out as Mia traced her fingertips over his sides to leave goosebumps.

Harry blinked his eyes open at the ceiling, reveling in the feeling of pure luck. God, he was so fucking lucky to have Mia. To be with her. To even meet someone like her. And here he was without a single thought in his brain. Laying in the bed they shared, in the apartment they rented together on an easy Saturday morning with his dick hard and Mia about to suck him off. 

Mia’s fingers hooked in the waistband of Harry’s loose boxers, gently pulling them down his legs while she kissed his hips and over his fern tattoos. They were some of her favorites, Mia decided. But the choice changed everyday. Every single day she had a different tattoo of Harry’s that was her favorite.

It had been the little guitar on his shoulder for a long time, because she always stared at it when waking up before him. The butterfly would always be a massive favorite, knowing he got it to represent butterflies in his tummy which was a feeling he used to search for. Now the butterflies never left. 

And then there were the ferns on his slender hips. Above them, muscular abs, and below them… The boxers were pulled over his feet and discarded on the floor as Mia sat between his knees, gently running her hands over his thighs to part them so she could fit herself in between. 

She preferred it like this, she realized. It gave her more room and it gave Harry a bit more control. If she straddled his shins, it felt just a tad uncomfortable for the both of them. 

So Mia shuffled in between his knees and stared at Harry’s erection, laying flat and slightly curved to the left of his tummy. His chest heaved in short breaths and Mia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before moving her hand up higher on his thigh as to not startle him with her touch.

Harry grunted when Mia closed her fist around his shaft for the first time, taking a hold of him. It always surprised her how heavy he felt.

She studied him intently, moving her hand up and down. When she reached his tip, she twisted her fist and Harry softly moaned at the feeling, his thighs tensing. Harry blindly stretched his hand out and Mia laced the fingers of her free hand with his. He sighed out lazily, enjoying Mia’s touches as she went slow.

It always took her some time to get into it and find her confidence, but Harry enjoyed every second of it. Even if he was desperate, Mia edged him without meaning to do so. It was so innocent yet so dirty at the same time, he just loved it. 

Mia softly gasped upon witnessing the dollop of precum on his slit, blurting out as she gently jerked him off. Her thumb swiped over his arousal, slicking him up a bit more as Harry panted out. Mia hovered over him to spit down, and Harry blinked his eyes open in time to see a line of her saliva falling from between her puckered lips onto his tip.

“Shit, Mia.” He whimpered, tossing his head back again as her warm spit made the glide easier. Mia watched how he pulsed, how the veins around his shaft pumped around blood and how he only seemed to get harder and grow bigger. It was fascinating, she felt. She could stare at him forever.

Heavy balls, groomed pubic hair and she felt almost embarrassed to say his dick was pretty. Ruddy tip, wet shaft, the color pink. Her heart beat faster as she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his tip. Harry’s free hand fisted the sheet his head was resting on, biting down on his lip at the featherlight touch. 

He refrained from urging her on, needing Mia to take her time but he was so fucking hard it was almost painful. 

Mia shifted a bit, scooting a bit closer to him. Harry felt her loosening the touch around his fingers and he let go, allowing Mia to use her hand to keep herself up. He instead tucked her hair behind her ear and placed his hand on the back of her neck, guiding her just a bit.

Mia took a breath, continuing moving her hand up and down before she gently licked at his slit. Her tongue felt rough and wet and Harry tensed at the feeling, clenching his jaw, “Baby…” He croaked and Mia smiled to herself, doing it again.

He tasted salty. She closed her eyes while focussing on the sounds he made, folding her lips around the tip of his cock to give a gentle suck. Harry felt relaxed, melting into the sheets as Mia explored him with her mouth.

“You’re so good at this.” He sighed out, praising her. It was true. Mia had little to no experience when it came to giving head, but Harry realized that hardly mattered. He had sex before being with Mia but nothing felt the same. Everything was new. He realized that it was always like that with someone new. He learned his partner and things that worked for someone in the past, didn’t work on Mia or the other way around. So it didn’t even matter that he had experience or not, he explored Mia like he had never done before.

And she did the same. Her technique was one thing, but he felt the care in her gentle touches and how eager she was to make him feel so good he cried. It felt this amazing because it was her. And everything she did would always be electric to him. 

Mia took him a little deeper, hollowing out her cheeks and attempting to swirl her tongue around. Harry’s eyes rolled back when he felt her putting pressure with her tongue where tip met shaft, and he let out a shaky moan at the feeling. Mia hummed softly, stroking the lower half of his shaft as her mouth worked the rest.

He was sensitive, leaking precum on her tongue as Mia gave him the blowjob of a lifetime. Harry moaned out, feeling her hair below his hand as Mia slowly bobbed up and down, savoring him. The entire thing felt loving and caring, and Harry felt the pressure in his tummy.

When he briefly opened his eyes, he saw Mia slowly sucking him off with closed eyes. She looked peaceful and concentrated, and he realized how much she loved it. Harry gave the back of her neck a soft squeeze, “Feels so fucking good, Mia.” He breathed, “God, I love you.”

She hummed back, giving a sharp suck that made Harry whimper. He pulled up his knees a bit, spreading his thighs for Mia as he dropped his jaw, “Mia,” he moaned, “oh my god…”.

Mia felt spurred on but felt the ache in her jaw, momentarily popping off to catch her breath and give her throat a break. Harry’s face was scrunched up in pleasure and he glanced at her as she used her hand to continue stimulating him.

“Are you okay?” He panted, seeing the glaze in Mia’s eyes and how her swollen lips shone in spit. Mia swallowed and nodded, “Yes.” She reassured him. Harry groaned, his toes curling into the bed, “Play with my balls, please.” He forced out.

Mia blinked at him, “I-I’m -” She stuttered and Harry mewled, “Please.” He repeated, “Please, baby, please…”

His begging made Mia’s underwear even stickier and she took a breath, glancing down. She knew Harry shaved. Not just his pubic hair but everywhere else too. He was clean and groomed and she dipped her head to run her tongue over his balls. Harry clenched and whimpered, “Shit, yes. J-Just like that.”

It was unfamiliar territory once more, but Mia felt spurred on. She stroked Harry’s dick while kissing and licking lower, and Harry gave her more room by opening his thighs more. He moaned louder and shakier, and eventually tugged her hair gently to pull her back up. Mia got the hint, knowing he was close to his orgasm so she got her mouth on him again.

The lewd moan that Harry released was due to Mia taking him deeper than before. His tip tapped the back of her throat, and she gagged around him. Her throat tightened and Harry couldn’t help but jerk his hips up as he cursed out loud. Mia’s eyes screwed shut at the sensation of her throat being so full, and she attempted to breathe through her nose and brave through the unusual sensation.

“Fuck, Mia - please,” Harry cried out, “c-can I cum? Please? Can I cum in your mouth?” He slurred. Mia managed a nod and a hum, but Harry clearly craved more from her. Mia pulled back with a gasp, “Y-You can cum.” Her voice was raspy as she gave him permission, quickly going back to sucking on him as Harry brought both hands to her head, holding her down as he arched and bucked up into her mouth, gasping and moaning out.

Mia braved through the discomfort of feeling him so deep in her mouth, and she instinctively pulled back a bit when she felt him releasing. Harry held her down though, filling her mouth with spurt after spurt of cum, his voice growing hoarse from the loud moans of her name, mixed with curse words.

“Oh m-my god,” Harry panted, “fuck, I always come so much with you.” He exhaled, sinking back down into the bed. Mia hummed when he softened against her tongue and his grip on her hair grew less tight. 

She managed to swallow, sucking him gently in aftercare until Harry shuddered and he slipped from her mouth. Mia’s hand softly squeezed around his base as she kissed his hip and thigh with closed eyes, “Good boy.” She whispered into his skin, “So good.”

“Fuck, baby.” Harry lazily smiled, his legs feeling like jell-o as he laid on the bed. Mia was needy though, climbing back up his body with her thighs split around him. Harry hardly had time to open his eyes when he felt her mouth on his. He moaned in surprise, Mia’s tongue immediately slipping between his lips to deepen the kiss while her fingers fitted around his jaws.

Harry smiled into her, moaning at the taste of himself on her tongue. It was so intimate to have her like this. His fingers dragged down her back until Mia arched, “P-Please.” She whimpered desperately, “I need you.” She was almost sobbing.

Harry hummed, “Yeah?” He pulled her panties between her ass cheeks to feel her skin, giving a gentle slap to one side. Mia mewled and jerked up, nodding fervently. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes wet with desperate tears and her lips swollen and reddened, “Uh-h-huh,” She panted, “I’m so wet, daddy.”

“Fuck.” Harry grunted while his eyes rolled back, “Such a good girl for me. Made me cum so hard, sweetheart. Felt so fucking good.”

Mia whimpered as she grinded on him, uncoordinated and clumsy and Harry gasped in sensitivity, his dick recovering from the orgasm he just had. To be honest, he could hardly move his legs. His hands tapped her ass, “Sit on my face, lovie. Come on.”

She didn’t protest for even a second, and it proved to Harry how desperate she was. Mia’s thighs jittered when she scooted up his chest and Harry pulled back the waistband of her panties until they snapped back, “Take these off,” he crooned, “want space to get my tongue on you. Need to taste you decently.”

Mia’s eyes were closed as she clumsily discarded of her panties, the fabric uncomfortably sticking to her before she scooted up higher. Harry hooked his arms around her thighs, pulling her down. Mia’s fingers tightly curled around the bar of the headboard, throwing her head back with a loud cry as she felt him.

Harry’s tongue was rough and passionate as he licked deeply between her folds, groaning low at the taste of her. She was wet. Gooey, sticky, warm arousal covering her pussy as he greedily licked it all up. His hips jerked up into nothing at the familiar taste of Mia, and she grinded on his mouth in pure lust and need of her orgasm.

It didn’t take her too long to get there with the way Harry’s nose flicked into her budding clit and the way his tongue reached so deep, the tip of it flexed against her g-spot. He was dirty and salacious with it, chin wet in her arousal and his knuckles white from grabbing her hips so tightly to keep her close.

He felt dizzy with lack of oxygen but Harry couldn’t find it in himself to care. He stared up at Mia, who had tears leaking down her cheeks as her mouth was open in a silent scream. Her hips stuttered, her back arched to push her tits out and she looked so god damn beautiful when she was orgasming. 

In the midst of her orgasm, Harry pulled his tongue out to suck her clit between his lips. Mia yelped out his name in sensitivity, pulling away but Harry kept her right where she was to elongate her peak. Mia slumped against the wall, her hand smacking against it as she braced herself until her legs gave way and she completely sunk down on Harry.

He welcomed the weight of her for a second before feeling light headed from lack of a decent breath, and so he gently rolled her off to the side. Mia fell into the bed with a whimper, her legs spasming and her hands tightly fisting the sheets in the aftermath of her high.

Both were spent on the bed but Harry quickly locked an arm around Mia’s waist to pull her into his side for cuddles. She welcomed him, tucking her face into his chest as she panted out in bliss, “Oh my god.”

“I know.” Harry chuckled in agreement, running a hand over his face and kissing her forehead, “I love you so much, angel baby.”

“Hmm, I love you too.” Mia tiredly exhaled. She craned her neck to kiss his jaw, “Happy anniversary, Harry.”

His insides melted to mush and he sweetly smiled, cuddling her tighter, “Happy anniversary, lovie.”

Mia’s legs felt like dead weight as they recovered on the bed. Harry eventually pulled the sheets over them and they took another little nap - which wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for them on a Saturday. They spent their quality time in bed often. Cracking open a window and lounging around naked or in pajamas, they just talked about everything and nothing for hours in a row. Maple would join them and only when they wanted to eat or drink something, Mia would prefer for them to head into the kitchen. 

She hated eating in the bedroom and couldn’t imagine a coffee stain on the crisp white sheets.

They had received a duvet set from Harry’s parents and Mia was fully obsessed. She couldn’t wait to change the sheets later. It was checkered with white and red but in a muted red color, and it had scalloped edges. 

Mia felt warm and safe with Harry’s arms around her, and the year they had behind them was the first of many. It was a year of waking up like this, a year of getting to know herself, a year of finding her voice and standing up for what she believed in. It was a year of anxiety and worries, but also a year of becoming self-sustained and growing up so much.

And growing with him.

Mia cuddled closer into Harry and repeatedly kissed his chest, nuzzling her nose into his clavicle. She could never love someone like him. Her cheek pressed into his skin and Harry sighed into her hairline, melted together like little puzzle pieces.

The comfort they found in one another was unmatched. They were just a match made in heaven and were compatible in every single aspect of life. Even if it had only been a year, Mia and Harry felt like they had known each other their whole lives.

“What do you want to do today, baby?” Harry sleepily asked. It was almost ten in the morning now and they lazed around the bed. Mia had heard Harry’s stomach growling for the past few minutes and knew they were bound to get out of bed soon. She just wasn’t fully ready yet.

Her fingers traced over his spine, “How about… you shower and I make us breakfast? And then I shower and then maybe… we can walk around the city a bit before our dinner tonight? I think it’s supposed to be nice outside today.”

Harry glanced at the closed blinds, too lazy to get up and open them and see what the weather was like today. He just hummed, knowing he’d actually agree with whatever Mia said. He kissed the top of her head, “Or we shower together and go out for breakfast or a nice coffee?”

Mia smiled, “Sounds good too. Maybe I can make pancakes and then we can go out for coffee?” And just like always, they met in the middle. Harry chuckled, “Okay, that sounds good. Shower?”

“Mhm.” Mia yawned.

About an hour later, Mia flipped the final pancake. Harry wasn’t sitting at the table - he usually wasn’t - but instead sat up on the countertop with his legs dangling over the edge, eating the pancakes straight from the pan. He fed Mia pieces for breakfast and they chattered and hummed along to the soft music playing from the television.

“You want the last piece?” Harry checked, holding it up and Mia smiled before shaking her head, “No, thank you. I’m full.”

Harry popped it in his mouth, chewing excessively as always. Mia admired the shape of his jaw as Harry ate and couldn’t stop herself before pressing a quick kiss to the hinge of it before she started cleaning up a bit.

Harry’s eyes darted over Mia’s figure. She wore cream-coloured corduroy flares and a dark brown knitted jumper. Her feet tapped to the music and Harry knew that for their dinner tonight she’d put on a skirt again and he’d drool the entire evening.

Mia was the embodiment of fall. 

“I love your outfit.” Harry complimented and Mia glanced at him over her shoulder with a smile on her face, “Really? Thank you, Harry. You look so handsome too.”

His heart warmed and he hopped off the counter, holding the drying towel in his hand to assist her in the dishes quickly, “Mhm. Like I love you in every outfit, but I just think… I don’t know, seeing you like this just reminds me of when we met. And fall will always be my favorite season with you.” He kissed her forehead and Mia beamed, agreeing with her eyes.

“The season of change.” Mia murmured, smoothing her hand up his chest. Harry wore blue jeans and a brown jumper that made him look so cuddly she could hardly resist. She knew he’d pair it with a dark blue trench coat and possibly a hat to keep his hair away.

They headed out of their apartment after a while after saying a long goodbye to Maple. Maple turned out to be a lazy cat but Harry and Mia loved him to bits. He wasn’t the most playful pet but was a nice and quiet addition to their little family.

Mia and Harry held hands, tucked into the pocket of his coat while walking the streets. “Oh, I love this season.” Mia murmured, looking at the falling leaves and the changing colors on the streets. It was drizzling slightly but Mia couldn’t even care. 

“Wanna get a coffee here?” Harry suggested, pausing in front of a nice coffee house. Mia raised her brows when she saw the elegant gold letters on the window, “It looks expensive.” She admitted.

Harry smiled and tugged her inside, “I know, let me spoil you, Mi.”

“Harry,” She protested with a small smile but she was easily persuaded by his pouty bottom lip. The warmth of the coffee shop welcomed them and Harry and Mia stood in line for a pick-up order while whispering and smiling to one another.

“You can get whatever you want.” Harry held his arms around Mia, brushing his nose against hers. Mia’s brows raised, “Really?”

He chuckled, “Of course. Y’like all this fancy shit, don’t you?”

Mia softly blushed at Harry’s cursing and then nodded, “Mhm.”

Harry softly spun her around until he stood behind her, pulling her back into his chest and wrapping his arms around her. The seating area of the café was clearly full on this saturday morning, full of people who came in for brunch. 

Mia enjoyed the PDA that Harry wished for, melting back into his chest as they waddled forward towards the cash desk, “Hi.” Mia smiled. The girl behind the desk smiled back, “Hi! How can I help you today?”

“I would like - uh…” Mia puckered her lips, “A caramel latté with soy milk for me, please.” Mia then glanced over her shoulder and Harry cleared his throat, “And a regular cappuccino for me, please.”

The girl smiled back as she nodded and wrote down their orders, “Alright. You two are such a cute couple.” She complimented. Mia blushed, “Thank you.” She grinned, “It’s our anniversary.”

Harry’s heart burst out of its seams at the clear pride in Mia’s voice and he squeezed her tighter as the girl gasped, “Really? Oh, please, pick a pastry, on the house.”

Mia’s brows raised, “Oh, really?”

“Yes! Definitely.” The girl insisted and Mia breathed out a chuckle, “Wow, thank you so much. That’s so sweet.”

“I’ll be starting on your drinks, take your time.” She turned around to prepare their drinks and Mia and Harry took a look at the selection of pastries. “That was so nice of her, wasn’t it, H.?” Mia asked, Harry still waddling behind her, not budging an inch from his love as he glanced at the pastries, “So nice.” He agreed, “Pick whatever you want, lovie.”

“No, you can pick.” Mia spoke. Harry chuckled, kissing the side of her neck once, “Alright, I’m gonna pick the one I think you’d like most.”

Mia bit her lip and nodded, “Okay.”

Harry’s eyes squinted a bit before he hummed, “The pink sparkly donut, hm?”

“How’d you know?” Mia giggled. Harry gave her waist a squeeze and kissed her neck again, “Because you always like the sweetest thing on the menu, angel.”

Mia hummed, “I do, don’t I?” Mia knew her sweet tooth kinda went crazy sometimes, and Harry often liked to make fun of her for it a little bit. His hips pushed her back towards the countertop where they waited for their drinks, “Sweet like you, hm?” Harry lowly whispered, “You’re just the sweetest girl.” His nose brushed her jaw from behind, “My sugar.”

Mia shuddered from the brand new nickname and she tilted her head back a little bit, catching Harry in a small kiss. She felt carefree and happy, starting the day off amazingly with him as always.

“Caramel soy macchiato and cappuccino for Sinclair?” A guy called out their order and Harry let go of Mia to take their drinks as Mia told the girl they’d like the pink donut. She thanked her tremendously but the girl was nothing but nice, wishing them a lovely day and Mia sincerely wished her the same thing.

“Here you go, sugar.” Harry smirked, handing Mia the cup. She tucked the bag with the donut away in her purse and smiled up at Harry, “Thank you, boyfriend.” She leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Mia?”

 Mia quickly spun around when she heard her name being called, and she stumbled back into Harry on instinct when she was suddenly face to face with a person she hadn’t seen since that dreadful evening in the spring.

“A-Aidan.” She stuttered out, “uh - hi.”

Her brother had his hands tucked in the pockets of his long coat and shot her a polite smile, “Thought that was you. Hey.”

Harry looked at the awkward interaction, slipping a secure arm around Mia to let her know he was here. They had never discussed what they’d do if they were to ever run into a member of her family again. Harry had only the one introduction to them but it was a horrible one and he had no desire in really getting to know her parents or her brother.

But apparently, the universe wanted to test them. Because there wasn’t just the one member of her family. Behind Aidan, there was Andrea and then Mia’s mum and dad.

Mia’s face paled a little bit as they all stood in the coffee house in central London. And even if her fresh cup of coffee felt too hot in her hand, she could hardly feel it.

Mia stared at Aidan’s face the longest.

She had a vivid dream about him recently, about their childhood. Mia felt saddened to never having had a decent relationship with her brother. It often happened when kids grew up with absent parents, that the siblings grew closer together and were best friends for life. It wasn’t the case for her and Aidan.

Her father was the worst though. He hardly acknowledged Mia and just glanced her up and down once before clearing his throat, “Aidan, let’s go get the car.” He spoke, nudging his son towards the glass exit door.

Andrea shot Mia a brief look and almost looked like she wanted to say something, but Aidan tugged her hand and she meekly followed along.

Mia felt like she had been holding her breath the entire time. Eventually she locked eyes with her mother. She looked rather unsure at the sight of Mia and then flicked her gaze to Harry, who sent her a hard stare back.

He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t give either of them a fair chance ever again, not after he had seen what they had done to his Mia. How low they had made her feel, how they contributed to her raging anxiety and how they were almost the cause for them breaking up.

“Mia.” Her mum breathed, stepping a little closer, “You… you look well.”

Harry fought his hardest to keep his mouth shut. He never wanted to speak for Mia and he didn’t want to say anything he’d later regret, so he bit down on his teeth and just silently supported Mia, who drew a shaky breath, “Yeah.” She croaked, “I - uh… I am. I am well.”

Her mum’s shoulders dropped a bit, almost in relief. Mia looked in the familiar blue eyes of her mother, who slowly nodded and sent her a nervous smile, “Good. That’s good. You’ve… uh - you’ve been managing?” She carefully asked.

Harry’s blood boiled and Mia swallowed, “Harry and I moved in together, a-and I got a job.”

Her mother looked surprised and she then nodded, “Are you happy?”

“Yes.” Mia spoke without missing a beat. Her throat felt tight and her eyes stung, but she nodded, “Yes.” She repeated, “I’m happy.” And with that, she leaned back into Harry a bit. He felt it, giving her waist a reassuring squeeze.

Lily briefly flicked her eyes to Harry but then lowered her gaze again, swallowing thickly, “I’m… I don’t know what to say.”

“You broke my heart.” Mia’s words were soft, but even Harry’s brows raised in sheer surprise. He looked at the side of Mia’s head, definitely not expecting her to speak up like this.

Lily swallowed and Mia continued, “You…” She exhaled sharply, “you jeopardized the one good thing in my life because of standards. You chose those standards over me. You dropped me, abandoned me, cut me off. A-And I will never forgive you.” She whispered.

“Mia,” Her mum tried but Mia shook her head only slightly, yet it was powerful enough for Lily to not say another word. They stood in front of one another for a bit and Lily eventually shamefully bowed her head and walked out to follow after the other members of her family.

Harry blinked once, unsure if that had actually just happened. His heart beat rapidly as he grabbed Mia’s hips and spun her around, anxiously scanning her face, “Baby,” he crooned, cupping her cheek with his free hand, the coffee in the other, “are you okay? Mi?”

Mia didn’t say anything, but sighed out shakily as she fell into him. Her arm wrapped around his shoulder and she nestled her face in the warm crook of Harry’s neck, inhaling him. His skin felt warm against her forehead and she smelled his familiar scent, his perfume mixed with the natural scent of his body could put her right to sleep. So comforting, like a warm blanket.

“Mia.” Harry murmured, stroking his hand up her back. He felt alarmed, unsure of how she was coping. And Harry felt sad, because he knew this would put a dent into such a lovely day for them. 

Her parents had been sitting here the entire time. They could see them, whispering and giggling and kissing as they ordered their coffees, yet no one said a thing. 

Harry pushed her back just a bit to see her face, “Mia, lovie?” He checked softly and Mia shot him a small smile, “I’m okay, Harry. Just - uh… yeah, bit surprised, I think.”

Harry frowned at how casual she seemed. He didn’t trust it one bit, and part of him fully expected her to burst into tears or beg him to take her back home where they’d cuddle the rest of the day as he attempted to keep her together.

But Mia did no such thing. She let out another heavy breath, not a tremble to be detected. She quickly kissed his jaw and reached for his free hand to lace their fingers together, “Ready to go?”

“Mia - wait,” Harry frowned, stopping her as she pulled him outside of the coffee house. The colder air hit them but the rain had stopped, and Mia raised her brows once they were on the sidewalk, “Hm?”

“Are…” Harry exhaled, “Are you okay? I-I mean, that was heavy. How do you feel?” He asked worriedly and Mia pressed her lips together, “I hadn’t expected it, honestly. But like I said, I’m okay. It didn’t… it didn’t actually pain me that much.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” Mia softly smiled, “It’s… it’s always going to be weird, but I chose a different life. Or better, they made me choose a different life.” Her fingers squeezed his, “And Nat has helped me so much.”

Harry felt dumbfounded. He could hardly believe her. And the situation wasn’t funny at all, but still he couldn’t help the wide grin spreading on his lips, teeth showing and dimples popping, “My sweetheart,” he cooed, nuzzling his nose with hers, “I’m so unbelievably proud of you.”

Mia would always be his Mia. The shy, timid girl he met and fell so head over heels in love for, yet there were also parts of her he hardly recognized. She was so different from the silenced girl he witnessed at the charity dinner. Mia stood her ground, she opened her mouth, she defended him and more so, she defended herself.

Mia shortly exhaled and smiled too, and Harry wrapped her up, “So, so proud. Oh my god, I can’t believe you. You’re amazing, so amazing.” He repeatedly kissed her temple as they hugged and Mia silently giggled into his chest, “Thank you, H. And thank you for being there for me.”

“Always.” Harry murmured, “I’ll never leave your side.”

“Promise?”

Harry smiled, pulling back to kiss her full on the lips, “Promise.”

Mia smiled breathily and kissed him again, “I love you so much, Harry. So much.”

“I love you more.” He murmured and Mia shook her head, sniffling softly, “Not possible.” Her voice broke a bit and Harry pulled back, frowning ever so slightly as he saw the small tears in Mia’s eyes, “Mi?” He whispered but she shook her head, “No, I’m okay. I’m not sad. I just… I just love you.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Harry chuckled, realizing Mia felt overwhelmed by her feelings. They hugged for another moment and Harry kissed the tip of her nose before they went on their way.

Mia felt light. She held her coffee in hand, taking small sips of the sweet drink every once in a while. Her and Harry held hands and tried to be as close as possible even when walking. The run-in with her parents left her surprisingly unbothered. 

Of course there was always a chance they’d run into them. Her parents didn’t live too far outside of London and Mia remembered they liked coming into the city during the weekends or holidays. However, they spent their time in very different circles. Harry and Mia hardly ever visited a bar that fancy - and let that just be the one time they were in the same spot.

It felt insanely good to tell her mother that Mia was hurt for life by their actions. She had never dared doing that before. She put it in a letter, which was left unanswered. And in the past, Mia hardly ever dared opening her mouth. And she was proud of herself that today, she did. 

Harry doted over her for the entire day. He kept her close and spoiled her, constantly touching her in an affectionate and loving way as he repeated over and over again how proud he was. They did some window shopping and had fun with it, each picking out outfits for the other to then hang everything back in the rack.

There was just one dress Mia had to buy. She put it on for fun, because she had no idea on what occasion she’d wear a dress like this. It was beige silk with a pretty cuff sleeve, flowing out towards the tops of her ankles. She had opened the curtain of the changing room and Harry’s jaw had dropped to the floor.

“Mia,” He had crooned, eyes running over her body time and time again before he grabbed her by the waist, fingers splaying over her ribs, “You look like a princess.” He had admitted with pink cheeks, and Mia was immediately convinced, buying the dress just because of that.

“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.” Harry held an arm around her shoulders as they walked the streets after that, and he repeatedly kissed her temple. Mia swooned from the constant affection and cuddled closer into him, humming sweetly.

“Are you feeling okay?” Harry checked every five minutes after bumping into her parents and Mia continuously nodded, letting him know that she was fine. Eventually, she held his hand and smiled up at him, “If there’s a moment where I’m not fine, I will tell you.” She assured him. It seemed to put Harry at ease a bit, who was just worried for her. He wanted Mia as happy as possible at all times. 

Harry and Mia eventually went back home to get ready for their dinner. They had made reservations at their favorite Italian place, and Mia and Harry both reminisced on their first date there. Mia remembered every single second of it, besides the time she was too stuck staring at Harry to hear what he was talking about.

He opened up about his brother and they spoke plenty of psychology and philosophy. Mia was immediately sucked into Harry’s way of thinking and how passionately he could explain certain topics. He always blushed when she called him smart, but he was.

He had a way of knowing people and feeling them, and Harry felt the same about Mia. She was a people-person. Her heart was ginormous and sometimes way too big. And Mia was a giver. She was sweet, polite and gentle and he loved her insanely much.

Harry buttoned up his shirt as Mia scanned the closet. Harry cocked up an eyebrow as he glanced at her from the bathroom, “You okay, lovie?”

“Yeah.” Mia breathed softly, “I mean - I tried to be spontaneous.” She mumbled and her words already made Harry’s lips twitch in a grin, “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Mia stood by the closet wearing a pair of tights and her underwear. She looked sexy as fuck, but Harry tried to not turn this moment into anything. It was romantic tonight and probably sex later. Yet his eyes dragged up the length of her legs, the tights hugging her perfectly and still showing the black underwear she wore underneath. The tights cinched in her waist and Mia tapped her finger on her lips in thought, staring at her wardrobe.

“So I tried to be spontaneous and not plan what I was going to wear. And now I can’t choose.” She sighed in frustration. Mia turned her head, “Harry…” She whined softly and he raised his brows with slightly pink cheeks, “Yes?”

Mia pouted as she skipped over to him, and he immediately wrapped an arm around her bare waist while Mia cupped his cheeks, “Help me pick, please?”

“Sweetheart,” He chuckled, “of course.” He gave her ass a gentle pat before they stood in front of the wardrobe together, “You’re wearing tights sooo… a skirt?” He hopefully asked.

“Yeah.” Mia shrugged, “I can wear a skirt. Which one do you like?”

“All of them.” Harry smiled, keeping his hand on the curve of her ass. Mia leaned into his side, “Like… just black or checkered or stripes?”

“Oh, don’t you have like a flowy one?” Harry questioned.

“Flowy? Yes, I do. I have a black one and a beige one.” Mia spoke. Harry stood behind her, leaning his chin on her shoulder as he leaned down and swayed Mia left to right a little, “Beige.” He murmured.

Mia nibbled her lips, leaning back into him, “It’s quite short though.”

“So?” Harry kissed below her ear, “‘S just me, isn’t it? And we’ll be sitting all night.”

Mia hummed softly in agreement, but she wasn’t completely convinced. Harry smiled into her neck, “Think I’m gonna try something at dinner, m’love? Think I’m gonna pull your chair over to mine and slip my hand under your skirt?” He spoke the words while letting his hand drop to Mia’s thigh, skimming his fingers over the inner part to tickle and tease her.

Mia breathed out a soft chuckle, leaning back more into him, “No.” She whispered and Harry smiled back, “No? Well, it’s what I wanted to do last year.”

A flush rose up Mia’s cheek and Harry kissed her again, “Wanted to pull you up on my lap and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe.”

Mia turned her head, locking Harry in a kiss. He eagerly kissed her back and let his hand slip between her thighs, making Mia gasp and tense up a bit as he cupped her pussy with his large hand, applying pressure over her underwear and tights for a split second before pulling back, “Go get ready, baby. We’re gonna be late.” He breathed against her lips.

Mia flicked her eyes between his and then nodded shortly, “Y-Yes, okay.”

“Good girl.” He quickly kissed her lip again. They actually had plenty of time, but Harry knew Mia had yet to do her make-up and she’d be indecisive again.  He loved helping her pick out things or giving his opinion on how she could do her hair or make-up.

Mia scanned her closet and then sighed out with a soft groan, “Hazel has that skirt. I’m quickly gonna run down to grab it.”

Harry raised his brows, “Yeah, or you can just wear the black?”

“But you like the beige.” Mia pouted, quickly slipping on a dress to cover herself up. She pushed up her toes, “I wanna look good.” She whispered and Harry smiled, rubbing his nose against hers, “You always look good, my sweetheart.”

Mia sweetly blushed and then bit her lip, walking backwards, “I’ll be right back!”

Harry laughed, shaking his head, “Alright, tell Hazel I said hi.”

Mia ran out of the door in her slippers, taking the elevator two floors down to go to her old apartment, knocking her fingers on the door as she impatiently waited for Hazel to open the door. She didn’t even know if she was home, but either her or Renan would do. Mia just needed to retrieve the skirt.

“Mia!” Taylor smiled as she opened the door. Mia’s face lit up as she quickly gave Taylor a small hug, “Hi, Taylor.” She sweetly spoke, “Sorry for interrupting you guys so suddenly.”

“No, no, come in!” Taylor urged her in and Mia heard Hazel’s voice from inside the familiar apartment, “Tay? Who is it?”

“It’s Mia!” Taylor shouted back and Mia heard the excited squeal of Hazel, making her grin. Hazel quickly appeared from behind the corner, wearing fuzzy socks and her glasses, “Mia!” She yelped, running over to her best friend for a hug. Mia giggled as she hugged Hazel back, wrapping her arms tightly around her. Each time they saw one another, it almost felt like they hadn’t seen each other in ages.

“Am I interrupting?” Mia checked and Hazel shook her head, “No, not at all! We’ve got Lynn over. Well - she ran from her demonic roommate and Cass is out on a date.” Hazel shrugged, “Hey, don’t you have your date with Harry tonight?”

At the mention of Lynn, Mia grew a little hot. She checked Hazel’s face but Hazel truly didn’t make anything weird, even if she knew Mia and Lynn had kissed recently. Mia also glanced at Taylor’s face, but she believed Hazel when she said she wouldn’t tell a living soul.

“Yeah, I’m just - I’m looking for my brown skirt actually. You borrowed it a few weeks back but I wanted to wear it tonight.” Mia spoke as she followed Hazel and Taylor into the living room. Renan shot her an excited wave and Lynn’s eyes lit up at the sight of Mia.

“Hi.” Mia shyly smiled, “Sorry for interrupting.”

“You never interrupt.” Renan waved it away and held up his beer, “You want a drink?”

Mia smiled and shook her head, “No, thanks. I actually have to get ready, Harry and I are going to dinner. ‘M just picking something up.”

“Ooh, dinner, fancy!” Renan smiled and Mia mirrored it, shrugging her shoulders, “It’s our one year anniversary.” She explained.

Renan’s mouth dropped, “No way, seriously?! That’s been one year?”

“Yes.” Mia giggled, “Why? Does it seem longer or shorter?”

“Both.” He honestly responded, “I mean, I remember it vividly how we took you to the bar and you spoke to him all night.” Renan reminisced, “But then also it feels like you guys have been together forever.”

“Exactly.” Taylor nodded. Hazel was sipping on a glass of wine and gave Mia a smile, “The skirt is in my closet, you can take a look if you want. Maybe you’ll see something else you’d like?”

“Thanks.” Mia nodded, and as she turned around to head into Hazel’s bedroom, Lynn jumped up, “I’ll help you look for it.”

Mia fought the blush in her cheeks and also avoided Hazel’s curious eyes when Lynn followed her into Hazel’s bedroom. Mia shot her a nervous smile, “Hi.”

“Hi.” Lynn giggled, closing the door behind them, “How have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in so long.” She opened her arms for Mia and surprised her a bit in a hug. Mia turned even redder as she stuttered out, “Y-Yeah, it’s - uh… ‘s been a while.”

Mia opened Hazel’s wardrobe and immediately noticed the skirt, neatly folded up. She grabbed it and sheepishly held it up for Lynn, “Found it.”

“Oh.” Lynn pouted a bit, “Already?”

Mia bit her lip and awkwardly stood in front of Hazel’s bed before she sat down, “Can… can I ask you something?”

Lynn tucked a strand of jet black hair behind her ear. Her make-up was perfect once more tonight. Mia sometimes wondered what Lynn looked like in the morning. She knew she just had the most perfect skin, but she had yet to see Lynn without the black liner around her eyes and the heavily coated lashes. “Of course.” Lynn sat down too.

Mia curled her lips inside her mouth and for a second, Lynn wasn’t the girl she kissed and had a little crush on. Lynn was her friend whom she sat talking to for hours in the past year. Lynn was the girl who made her feel confident on certain occasions, and Lynn was the one who so sweetly and gently let Mia explore her boundaries. 

And then, it felt stupid for Mia to feel so nervous around her all of a sudden. Mia took a breath, “Have you… told anyone?”

Lynn tilted her head to the side for a second, “That… that we kissed? No, I haven’t.”

“Okay.” Mia breathed and Lynn scooted a bit closer, “Do you not want me to tell anyone?”

“It’s not like I’m ashamed.” Mia quickly spoke, “O-Of you, or of it. You know, I’m not ashamed that it happened and I don’t regret it.” She blurted out and Lynn seemed to find it amusing how Mia stumbled out words. Mia let out another breath, “I just… I don’t know.”

“Mia, I understand. You don’t have to explain.” Lynn gently placed her hand on Mia’s wrist to reassure her, “It’s completely fine. I don’t think you’re ashamed or that you regret it, but it’s completely up to you whether you want to tell anyone or not. And for whatever reason.” Lynn shrugged.

Mia blinked at her, just in complete awe of how someone could be so cool, mature and nice. And Mia realized that besides meeting Harry one year ago, she also met the loveliest group of people because of Hazel. They were a drama-free friend group and everyone was so open-minded and sweet. And they adopted Mia into their little group so easily. Mia never had many friends and never really felt like she fit in anywhere, but she didn’t even have to try.

Lynn seemed to notice the emotion in her face and squeezed her wrist again, sending her a gentle smile, “Everything’s okay. We’re fine. I don’t expect anything from you. It was just a little kiss, right? It was nice and then we stopped and it was also nice. And if you want to do it again, that’s fine, and if you don’t, that’s also very fine.”

Mia let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, “Thank you.” She sincerily spoke.

“No problem.” Lynn smiled. Mia then nibbled her lip, “I told Hazel.”

Lynn raised her brows, “Really?” She chuckled in surprise and Mia shortly nodded, “Yeah. I-I’m sorry, I don’t know if that was okay.”

“No, Mia, I don’t mind.” Lynn reassured her again, “I don’t mind Hazel knowing. She hasn’t told me anything about it.”

That did ease Mia’s mind and she relaxed on the bed, “Okay.” She breathed with a smile and Lynn mirrored it, “Come on,” she then urged Mia, “I’m sure Harry’s waiting for you to take you on your fancy date.”

Mia giggled as they both got up and she held the skirt in her hand. Her and Lynn shortly talked about Mia and Harry’s plans for the night and Mia said goodbye to everyone in the apartment before heading back up to her own place.

Life was honestly just… good. She lived with Harry and Maple, and then Hazel and her friends were in the same building. Working in the flower shop with Judith was fine. Mia was in the back making the bouquets in silence and spent her hours busying herself and clearing her mind. She did that with the jogging club too, which were a bunch of sweet girls who just liked running in company late at nights in the dark. 

With a lightness in her heart, she returned to Harry. And Mia’s smile only grew when she saw him in the living room with Maple on his arm. He held one of Maple’s paws in his hand and pretended to dance around to Heaven is a place on earth, dramatically wiggling his hips.

Mia giggled at the sight and Harry finally let go of a struggling Maple, who jumped off of his arms to hide under the couch. Harry followed Mia into the bathroom as she discarded of her dress again to put on the skirt. Harry’s hands slipped underneath the fabric immediatly, palming her ass and making Mia gasp as she giggled and ran away from him.

Harry chased her through the apartment until they settled on the bathroom, where he sat on the countertop as Mia did her make-up.

“What does this do?” He asked, watching intently as she put a dot of skin-coloured stuff underneath her eyes and on her nose. Mia closed the tub again and Harry took it, attempting to read the worn-off label.

“It’s concealer.” Mia explained, “It just evens my skin out a bit.”

Harry frowned, “You’ve already got even skin.” He argued and Mia chuckled, “Mhm, just covers up my dark circles a bit.”

“Does it smell like anything?” He curiously asked, unscrewing the bottle again to smell the concealer, seeming slightly upset that it didn’t smell like anything. Harry closely followed along the other steps Mia took, like putting on bronzer. He was surprised when Mia took the same bronze powder to swoop it around her eyes, and he curiously asked why Mia put shadow on her eyes again after putting on concealer to disguise her circles.

Mia got ready and they talked about everything and nothing, until she spritzed on perfum and put on her shoes. She kept her outfit rather simple, opting for a skintight black shirt which made Harry’s eyes drop to her tits all the time. She wore a necklace he had gifted her and was of course wearing the ring he gave her last Christmas. 

Her hair was in soft waves, cascading over her shoulders as she successfully tucked her bangs behind her ear now that they had grown out a little. Harry felt his heart melting when Mia shot him an excited smile and they went on their way. Hand in hand, they walked around town towards the restaurant. 

The rain had stopped and both were in an incredible mood. So much so that Mia told Harry she wanted a glass of wine with dinner. 

Some would find it cringey, but Mia found it incredibly romantic how Harry asked for the exact same table as last time. They were seated across one another rather than next to one another, but Harry knew he’d be close to Mia the rest of the night, and he wanted to look in her eyes tonight. Get lost in her like he always did.

Mia seemed almost surrounded by light as he looked at her, smiling at him and giving him a look that exuded pure love. It felt almost crushing, the way she looked at him. A gaze so powerful and so telling, and so, so loving. 

He stroked his finger over her knuckle, “You look beautiful, sweet Mi.” He murmured.

“You look so handsome, too.” Mia crooned, dropping her eyes to his outfit. Harry wore all black too. Slacks, a button-up that was a bit sheer and showed off his tattoos a bit. Yet it was modest enough to wear outside and to a restaurant. The polish on his nails had chipped since it had already been over a week since Mia painted them dark red.

Harry shyly smiled and Mia grinned wider, “I love making you blush.”

The waiter came for their order, and Harry ordered a gin and tonic while Mia opted for an alcohol free cocktail to start their evening.

“I was dead nervous last year, sitting here with you.” Harry admitted with a chuckle. Mia looked at him through her lashes, “Really? I bet you I was more nervous than you.”

“I just knew it.” He shrugged, rolling his lips inside his mouth briefly, “I saw you, and I knew.”

Mia teasingly tilted her head to the side because she knew it wasn’t completely true. The first time Harry saw her, he was mostly angry. Angry that he was forced to do therapy for something he didn’t think was that bad, and angry that it was either therapy or paying for that bookcase. 

“Deep down.” Harry added with a chuckle, “Deep down, I knew. Part of me.” He saved himself and Mia giggled at his explanation. The waiter brought their drinks and Harry held up his glass, their glasses touching as Harry bit his lip, “Happy one year anniversary, my love.”

“Happy anniversary.” Mia murmured, “I love you so much, H.”

“I love you more.” He spoke without missing a beat. 

They each took a sip and Harry cleared his throat, “So, one year, hm? You haven’t gotten sick of me yet?” He said it as a joke, but Mia could see the nerves in his eyes as he tried to play it off like nothing. His leg nervously bobbed underneath the table and Mia shook her head with a smile, “Of course not. I could never get sick of you.”

Harry pressed his lips together and nodded, and Mia reached her hand out to him, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He shortly breathed, “I just… sometimes I’m smacked in the face with the fact that you’re just… you’re everything to me. I’m not exaggerating, not even one bit. You’re everything.” He carefully pronounced the word to make Mia feel the message, “You’re the most important thing in my life a-and sometimes it makes me realize how… how it’d kill me if you ever…” He couldn’t even say the word, casting his eyes down.

Silence fell between them as Mia felt a bit surprised with Harry’s words. He got in moods like these sometimes, as did she. But she had no idea this was playing on his mind today. Mia played with his fingers, “If I ever left?” She softly finished the sentence for him.

Harry’s jaw clenched as he fought the lump in his throat, simply nodding shortly while refusing to look Mia in the eye.

“I’d never.” Mia spoke. It sounded stupid, and she knew it wasn’t as easy as this. Her saying that wouldn’t magically reassure Harry completely. Mia took a small breath, “Harry, I-I love you so much. You’re the most important thing to me too, you know. You’re my family, y-you’re my person. You’ll always be the only thing I’m ever going to need.”

Harry heard her, but he also thought back of Natalie, telling him that Harry and Mia were too dependent on one another and that it wasn’t healthy anymore. That they needed seperate hobbies, seperate friends, seperate time every once in a while. He hated it. And because him and Mia were so dependent on the other, they couldn’t be apart. 

It’d kill him, he knew that.

“You’re my family.” Mia repeated, squeezing his fingers. And Harry flicked his eyes up, looking in the deep blue of Mia’s gaze. He knew for some people, the ocean felt frightening. Or the never ending blue of the sky as they looked up. But for him, it was home. It was comfort. It was exhaling a sigh of relief, it was knowing he was safe.

He swallowed and squeezed her fingers back, really hearing what she was saying. Because Mia felt like her relationship with Harry was more important than whatever of a bond she had left with her real family. She chose him and herself over them. 

“You’re my family too.” Harry whispered, “I-I love you so. I can’t even explain.”

“I know.” Mia softly smiled, “I know, me too.”

Harry exhaled shakily, “We can cuddle tonight, right?” He asked in a small voice, craving her closeness. It was a stupid question though, because they cuddled every night. Or every chance they got, night or day. Mia’s smile widened as she nodded, “Of course.” 

“Sweetheart.” He gently cooed and Mia smiled, staring at him with hearts in her eyes. 

They ordered food, obviously going for their usual order of seafood risotto and then the tagliata. Mia and Harry bickered a bit about who got to have which dish first to eat half of before switching. It had become their little tradition and even the staff of the restaurant seemed to have picked up on it.

Mia felt warm inside when she realized they were treating them like regulars. Harry got a pat on the shoulder and a handshake and the Italian woman who served customers here almost hugged Mia. They had come here a handful of times for special occasions and decided to keep it that way. Going out to dinner was expensive and it made it all the more special when they only did it every once in a while.

And this was their favorite place. It held so many memories.

Mia sat here and asked Harry about his nose ring for the first time. The hoop currently shone in the dim candlelight and Mia was completely obsessed with the piece of jewelry in Harry’s nose. It looked exquisite on him. 

“Admiring me, baby?” Harry teased softly as he took the straw of his drink between his lips to take a sip. Mia blinked and smiled, nodding softly, “Mhm. I’m always admiring you.”

And Harry remembered too, how Mia looked at him the exact same way a year ago. They held hands for the first time on their walk here, exiting those same apartment doors as they did just now. It was almost symbolic. In a sense, not much had changed but then again, everything had. 

Harry wanted to impress Mia and did all fancy about the wine, and she then asked him to read out the menu. So many walls dropped that night and it was when Harry well and truly realized he was head over heels in love with Mia. Not just… a little crush or a sense of attraction. Like he was fucked. He knew it that night, that he’d never be the same, that it would always be her for a reason he couldn’t really explain. 

She was just it.

“I’m dreading the day they’re going to change the menu in here.” Mia softly pouted once they had given their food-orders to the staff. Harry chuckled, “I don’t think that’ll happen anytime soon. And besides, they might leave those two dishes on just for us.”

“But then there’s gonna be new options and they might be so good.” Mia thought out loud. Harry bit his lip to stifle his smile, amused with the way Mia was almost panicked about a future problem that had yet to occur. He played with her fingers, “Then we’ll just keep coming back until we’ve tried everything.” He smiled.

Mia nodded and then dreamily smiled at him again, and Harry felt the arrays of butterflies wildly swarming around his body. They were always there, with Mia. And he knew they would always be there. They could be old and gray and he’d still feel this way about her. And he remembered how the butterfly-thing came up a year ago as they sat here. Harry told her about his butterfly tattoo and Mia asked why he got it, and he admitted it was the first time he felt butterflies.

It was, and they hadn’t left for even a second.

“So what wine do you want with dinner?” Harry questioned. Mia softly puckered her lips in thought before she shrugged, “You can pick. I don’t really know much about it.”

“Oh, me neither.” He chuckled, “I just pretend. Here, have a look.” He handed Mia the menu and she hesitated for a bit. Usually, he read stuff out to her due to her dyslexia, but Mia decided to take the challenge and attempt to read the tiny letters of words she had never heard of. 

It took her longer and she squinted like crazy to decipher the words, but she got there eventually. She was relaxed in this restaurant, which helped a lot. What also helped, was Harry’s gentle touch on her fingers from across the table. Their arms laid out on the tablecloth and met in the middle next to the candle. Always touching in some way.

“I don’t know.” Mia pouted, “I don’t know how to pick.”

Harry smiled, “Just pick one.” He urged. Mia flicked her eyes up to him, “You know I’m just going to go for the one with the prettiest name, right?” She chuckled and Harry sputtered out a laugh, shaking his head to himself, “I should’ve known that would be your criteria.”

“Well, I don’t know anything about wine.” Mia closed the menu again as she giggled and Harry shook his head, “You make me laugh, angel.” He chuckled. Mia felt completely mushy inside. She loved making Harry laugh. Whenever he called her funny, she felt like her head grew twice its size.

It might’ve been Mia’s favorite thing to do with Harry. Just laughing together. He had a beautiful smile, and he had a few different laughs. He had his polite laugh, then he had his drunk laugh and then he sometimes laughed until he cried and his stomach hurt, and it was more of a boisterous cackle. It was hilarious, Mia thought.

“That’s like when I ask you to watch the game with me and you root for the team with the nicest jerseys.” Harry teased and Mia shot him a look, “Well, it’s just me looking at 22 guys on a field and I don’t understand it!” She defended and Harry laughed again. 

“Honestly, when you’re in a library and you have to pick a book and you don’t know what you’re searching for, don’t you just go for the book with the prettiest cover?” Mia challenged Harry and he tilted his head to the side, “No.” He lied, “‘M not superficial like that.”

Mia gasped in fake offense and Harry threw his head back again, “Kidding, lovie. Kidding.”

Mia’s finger stroked his, “Or maybe you’re not. I did go for the prettiest guy, didn’t I?” Mia dared to slip in the little flirty remark, her cheeks immediately growing hot. Harry lifted his brows in surprise. Mia didn’t usually say things like that, but the compliment made him blush either way. He bit his lip with a smile, “Well then maybe I’m superficial too, because I chased the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Mia and Harry both chuckled and then their food arrived. Harry ended up ordering two glasses of wine for them and they ate in silence for a bit, enjoying the moment and enjoying their food thoroughly. Mia tipped her head back with a small moan when she took the first scoop of risotto in her mouth.

She had attempted to make this dish at home but failed over and over again. What she made wasn’t bad, but it definitely wasn’t this. She swallowed with a hum, “God, this is so good.”

Harry smiled at Mia enjoying herself as he cut a piece of the tagliata, having a similar reaction as hers. “We’re having dessert, right?” He checked. 

“Mhm, of course.” Mia immediately agreed, “I can’t stop eating, everything here is so good.”

Harry chuckled, “We’re coming back every anniversary?”

“As long as we live in London, yes.” Mia smiled, “Or maybe even then, we could make the trip sometimes.”

“We sure could.” Harry agreed, “And on other occasions too?”

Mia swallowed some food, “Coming here? Mhm, sure. Like birthdays?”

“Yeah.” Harry shrugged, “Or like… times of celebration. I don’t know, like when we get engaged or find out we’re pregnant or something. Or our firstborn graduates and we get some of our freedom back.” He joked.

Mia softly smiled, already imagining those moments. None of it seemed scary with Harry by her side. In fact, she couldn’t wait. Mia often found herself wishing to be five years older. They’d be graduated, have a stable job and she’d be at a good age to be pregnant. But then on the other hand, she always wanted time to slow down with Harry to get as much of it as possible with him. A lifetime just didn’t feel like enough.

“I like that.” Mia murmured. Harry burst out into a short laugh, “Sorry, just imagined us at this table with a high chair. It’s quite funny.”

Mia giggled along at the vision in her brain, seeing how it could be funny in such a nice and cozy restaurant. 

They swapped plates after a while, and Mia admired the way Harry’s jaw moved whenever he chewed or bit. He used his whole face when he ate, and chewed as if his life depended on it. It was funny to her, and one of those little details she admired. Harry’s imperfections would always make her heart beat faster. Whenever she discovered a freckle or a scar on his body, Mia was reminded that he was real and not some god she created in her imagination.

“Do you like the wine?” Harry asked. Mia eagerly nodded, “Mhm. It’s so… I mean, I don’t know how to explain it.” She chuckled. Harry smiled along, “Try.”

“So like… full.” Mia stupidly spoke, “a-and almost thick, you know? Like sticks to my tongue, the taste lingers for a long time. And it feels almost heavy.” She used her hands to put emphasis on her words and Harry smiled in amusement as she searched for words, “Full, thick, sticking to your tongue, lingering taste and heavy? Are you sure you’re not talking about something else?” He teased.

Mia turned red as she gasped, “Oh my god, Harry!” She scolded him and his dirty mind and he chuckled, shaking his head, “Sorry, it was too easy.”

“Oh my god.” Mia repeated as she hastily took another sip of wine. Harry looked at her over the rim of his glass and reached for her hand again, “We can have each other tonight, right?” He softly asked.

Mia locked her gaze with him, a small smile growing on her lips as she shortly nodded, “Mhm.”

“Thank god.” Harry exhaled. Just from the words she said earlier to describe the wine, Harry’s mind was somewhere completely else. Between her legs, to be specific. God, he couldn’t wait to get her naked, part her legs and taste her. Again and again and again. Even if he had her on his tongue that same morning, it didn’t feel like nearly enough. Harry always wanted more.

Harry and Mia ordered dessert next, going for panna cotta this time and ordering a cup of tea to finish up their night. Harry fed her spoonfuls of the dessert and Mia bashfully smiled at him. 

They paid the check with their shared bankcard and then exited the restaurant again after saying goodbye to the staff. Harry and Mia held hands, tucked safe and warm into the pocket of Harry’s coat. Their steps linked up and Mia shivered a bit, the colder temperatures playing with the hem of her skirt and the tights didn’t do too much to keep her warm.

Once Harry pushed the key into the main door of the building and they waited for the elevator, he slipped an arm around her waist, “Do you remember our first kiss?” He whispered.

“Of course.” Mia smiled, lovingly cupping his jaw, “You were so sweet.”

He breathily chuckled, “I was trying to be a gentleman.”

“You were.” Mia nodded, leaning up shortly to kiss him and Harry hummed, “Not sure how much of a gentleman I’ve been since.” He admitted teasingly and Mia bit her lip as she blushed a bit. She couldn’t help it. Anytime Harry mentioned something sexual, she always turned shy. Harry loved it.

“I wanted you so much that night.” He admitted in a soft sigh and Mia smiled wider, “Yeah? I remember saying I didn’t want to sleep with you.”

“I know.” They headed into the elevator, “And I respect that completely, like I’d never want to push you to do anything, but… yeah. I was struggling.” He chuckled.

They stood cuddled together in the elevator and Mia traced her finger over his browbone, “I guess I made you wait a bit.” She murmured. Harry shook his head, “Nonsense. That’s such a stupid concept, making someone wait.” He spoke, “We took our time, didn’t we? Just went at our own pace, we still do. I think that’s important.”

Mia’s heart drummed quickly, “It is.” She nodded and Harry hummed, “I want you to always be comfortable.”

“I am.” Mia smiled, “I always am with you.” And it was true. Mia did things with Harry she never even dared dreaming about. The confidence he made her feel to be naked, voice her feelings, chase what she wanted - also sexually… Mia never knew something like that existed. She felt so free and safe with him.

The elevator doors opened but Mia and Harry were too busy kissing to notice. Her hands linked in the nape of his neck, pulling him in as Harry had his arms wrapped around her waist. Their tongues slowly flicked together, passionately taking their time to taste one another. It felt teasing, and Mia could feel the jittering of her legs as Harry dragged the tip of his tongue over the roof of her mouth, letting her feel exactly how skilful he could be.

And it worked. Because all Mia could think of was how his tongue felt between her legs. It’s why she made the first move to exit the elevator and Harry smirked at her eagerness. Mia jammed the key in the lock, yet everything slowed down a bit when they greeted Maple first.

He was asleep in his shoebox by the windowsill, purring at the sight of Mia and Harry who kissed his furry head and scratched behind his ears. Mia checked if he still had enough food and water and then she felt Harry’s needy tug on the waistband of her skirt, pulling her into the bedroom.

“Do you want me to put on something nice?” Mia panted between heavy kisses. Harry sat on the edge of the bed, easily pulling her on his lap. Her thighs split around his as they vigorously kissed and Harry’s hands tugged the shirt out of the waistband of her skirt while simultaneously trying to unzip her boots. One thudded to the floor as he groaned, shaking his head, “You don’t have to.” He responded.

Mia had plenty of sexy lingerie she hadn’t worn yet. She didn’t just wear it throughout the day but sometimes changed into it for a brief moment. It never really took Harry long to rid her of it once more once he saw her in lace.

“I actually have a surprise for you.” He spoke. Mia pulled back with raised brows, combing her fingers through his hair, “Are you gonna put on something nice for me?” She teased and Harry breathed out a chuckle, “I’d do it if you want me to.”

Mia’s smile dropped, a vision coming to mind of Harry in lace. Or a thong. He smirked when he felt her thighs clenching and affectionately kissed the dip of her throat, “Naughty angel.” He murmured before squeezing her thighs, “No, I - uh… I bought a cockring.”

“Huh?” Mia frowned in confusion. Harry hummed, running his nose along her jaw, “Yeah, it’s gonna help me last longer. It’s fucking embarrassing, Mia.”

She chuckled, “Harry, I don’t mind that.”

“No, but I do.” He kissed her neck, “Just wanna be so good for you.” The whimpering tone in his voice made Mia shiver more and Harry dared a little lick against her lobe, “Wanna make you cum over and over again. I wanna last for you.”

Mia’s eyes fluttered as she bucked herself into Harry’s growing bulge, nodding clumsily, “Uh-huh, y-yeah. Okay.”

Harry eventually slipped the top off of Mia’s body, leaving her in her underwear, her tights and the beige skirt. Goosebumps rose over her skin when he trailed his fingers over her ribs, “Shit, lovie…” He cursed, “you’re so sexy. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Mia bit her lip to fight her smile, confidence skyrocketing at Harry’s gentle praise. His hands slipped underneath her skirt to palm her ass, “Wanna undo my shirt, Mi?”

Mia’s fingers were shaky and trembly as she nodded, fumbling with the buttons of the shirt Harry wore until Mia pushed it off his shoulders. She sighed in comfort when running her hands over his warm skin, feeling the shapes of his muscles and blindly tracing where his tattoos were.

“I love you.” She cupped his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss, “So much.”

Harry smiled against her lips, “I love you too, sweet baby.” He kissed her again, “Wanna show you how much. I wanna taste you so bad, been thinking about your little pussy all night.” He wrapped his arms around Mia to keep her flush to his bare chest. She panted out, still softly rocking her hips into him.

“Are you wet, Mi?” Harry checked. Mia shivered and nodded, and Harry quickly reprimanded her by tapping his fingers against her ass, “Speak up, baby. I can’t hear you.” He tutted.

“Y-Yes, daddy.” Mia exhaled. Harry smirked into her throat, “Y’want it like that tonight?” He questioned, setting their dynamic. He left it up to her once more. Sometimes Mia liked to be a tad more dominant, and sometimes she wanted to be treated like a little pathetic, whimpering thing.

“Mia.” Harry scolded her slightly, pulling back a little and fitting his fingers around her throat. Mia gasped softly, pushing her tits out a bit as she looked at him with a dazed look in his eyes. Harry studied her for a second, “Is that how you want me tonight? Taking care of you?”

“Yes.” Mia forced out, and Harry squeezed her throat harder until Mia moaned and rolled her hips into him, “P-Please.” She whimpered, deliriously grinding on top of him and Harry couldn’t do anything besides stare in complete awe. 

That cockring was sure going to come in handy tonight. Harry nibbled his lip as he watched Mia working herself on top of him. He shortly squeezed her throat even harder, truly cutting off her airway for a split second and Mia mewled in pleasure at the feeling. 

She felt dizzy from the headrush, but had no time to think when Harry threw her off and she landed on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, Mia could feel Harry’s fingers desperately prying their way into the waistband of her tights, ripping them down her legs before he pushed her skirt up to reveal her black underwear.

“Fucking hell.” Harry pushed her thighs open and Mia obliged, complete putty in his hands. Harry’s eyes fluttered when he ran his nose up the inside of her thigh, inhaling her, smelling her. His cock twitched in his pants and he sucked a hickey into her inner thigh, growling lowly before he forcefully shoved her thighs into the mattress to allow him room and get his mouth on her.

Mia gasped and cried out at the sudden sensation, arching her back as her eyes pinched shut in pleasure. “O-Oh my god.” She whimpered, “Yes, Harry…” Her hand found his hair, grabbing a fistful of the chestnut locks and pulling him in deeper while her toes curled into the duvet.

Her other hand wrapped around he headboard, knuckles turning white. Harry groaned, tasting her through her underwear before he yanked the fabric to the side to expose her pussy. Swollen, wet and aching for him. He near drooled at the sight and exhaled shakily before devouring her. His fingers dented her thighs and Mia knew she’d bruise from his harsh grip, but not a single part of her cared when he made her feel so good she could cry.

And the tone was set for tonight. Harry would dominate her and made her see stars. Sometimes he liked to tease her to insanity, but other times he overwhelmed her with pleasure until she couldn’t take it anymore. 

His tongue dipped between her folds to lick into her, nose brushing her sensitive clit and Harry’s mind went back to what Mia said at the restaurant. Full. Lingering taste. Sticking to his tongue. God, she was sweet like sugar and honey.

Mia’s taste was his fucking favourite thing in the world. Harry spread her thighs wider, using every trick he knew to get Mia to a sobbing mess. He fluttered his eyes open to look at her, sucking her clit to make her whine.

Her head was thrown back, mouth open in pleasure and her grip on his hair almost painful as Mia attempted to cope with the pleasure. 

“Harry…” She moaned and he growled in protest, letting go and sinking his teeth into her thigh to leave a soft bite. Mia yelped at the sting and licked her lip, “Daddy.” She corrected herself, “Please, daddy.”

“Tell me you love me.” Harry panted, removing one hand from her thigh to quickly suck his fingers and get them wet. Not that he needed the extra lube, but it was a whole other level of arousing to see wet fingers disappearing into Mia’s tight cunt.

Mia mewled, her waist arching, “I l-love you.” She breathed. Harry bit his wet lip, “Louder.” He ordered, pushing both fingers into Mia and immediately hooking them up, curling and massaging into her g-spot.

“I love you.” She cried out, desperately fighting for air, “Oh my god, I love y-you.” She near sobbed as Harry fingered her at a pace so dizzying, Mia felt the tight coil in her tummy unwinding rapidly.

“I love you too, my sweetheart.” He cooed, spitting down on her clit, “Cum for me, Mia. Get me fucking wet.” He exhaled before giving her clit a sharp suck and Mia gasped in a wheezing breath when she was done for.

She bit down on her lip so hard she worried it’d draw blood, and had no ounce of control over her orgasm. She could feel herself squirting with each stroke of Harry’s fingertips over her spongy spot, for sure wetting his chest and face. 

Harry moaned shakily, dragging out Mia’s orgasm until her thighs fell limp and she clenched uncomfortably around his digits. Harry licked his wet lips, feeling her arousal dripping down his chin so sinfully. He wanted her everywhere, all over him. He gently pulled his slick fingers out, staring in awe at her orgasm covering his hand. 

Without a second thought, Harry licked up every drop. His fingers, her thighs, making her quiver as he ran his tongue over the fresh bruise he gave her. He kissed higher up her tummy, over the skirt that sat bunched around her waist. His fingers found their way to her bra clasp, expertly opening it as he yanked the straps and flung it over his shoulder and kissed and licked around her nipples.

Mia felt dizzy, her vision blurred when Harry gave her almost no time to come back to her senses before he surprised her with another sensation. Her tits were sensitive and he knew it. He sucked her nipple between his lips and Mia gasped, blinking to make sense of her surroundings before she instinctively pushed at his shoulders, “W-Wait,” She panted, “I can’t breathe.”

Harry released, flicking his eyes up to see Mia with a dazed gaze and pink cheeks. He hummed, kissing her lips shortly before laying down next to her and allowing her come down a little. His hand massaged her breasts a bit as Mia’s heart rate slowly came back to normal.

“You feeling okay, lovie?” Harry checked and Mia nodded, “Yeah, ‘s just a bit much.” She admitted and Harry hummed, “I know, ‘m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She lazily smiled and Harry chuckled, “You’re so dirty.” He whispered, laying next to her and kissing her shoulder repeatedly. It only took Mia a few minutes to come back to earth, and she turned her head to kiss him. The sight of Harry with his chin wet in her arousal, made Mia tingle all over, and she flipped her leg over his hips next, straddling him.

Harry groaned in approval, palming her thighs as they made out more. “You wanna be on top, Mi?” He lazily smirked, laying his head on the pillow, “You wanna ride me?”

He grabbed Mia’s arm and pulled her down, until she braced her hands next to his head to keep herself up. Harry stroked his fingers through her long hair, taking it in his fist after making it into a ponytail and giving a gentle tug as he rocked his hips up into her, grinding back.

Mia gasped, her nails clawing at the bedding as Harry immobilized her so easily. Even when she was on top, he’d be in charge tonight.

“Y’look so pretty on top of me.” He cooed, “Like a little slut, you know that, right? A little slut riding daddy’s cock.” He slapped her ass with his free hand and Mia jolted up with a whimper. Harry kissed her jaw, “Do it.” He whispered, “Take what you want.”

Mia scrambled up to a seated position again, scooting back on Harry’s thighs to open up his pants and tug them down his legs. Her tits jiggled as she pulled on his clothes and Harry’s prick jumped at the sight.

Mia’s cheeks turned bright red in surprise though when she also tugged down Harry’s boxers. Where she expected to see him fully hard, he was only half hard and completely covered in cum. 

“Y-You…” She stuttered and Harry hummed, taking amusement in Mia’s shocked state, “I came, yeah.” He smirked.

Mia’s body had a reaction she didn’t really anticipate. She shuddered and goosebumps rose over every inch of her when she couldn’t take her eyes of his erection. He was growing hard again, but he had exploded in his boxers from tasting her.

Mia pressed her thighs together briefly and then licked her lips, “C-Can I take care of you?”

Harry slightly frowned, unsure of what she meant. Mia bit her lip, gently nudging his knees apart to sit kneeled in between them. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and held the eye contact while leaning down and running her tongue over his hip, licking up his orgasm.

“Oh my fucking god.” Harry whimpered, tossing his head back as his hands balled into fists. Not one part of him expected her to do this, but it was so sexy. His muscles quivered at the feeling of Mia’s innocent tongue licking up his cum. It was sweet and gentle, and her soft touches around his cock made him hard faster than he had anticipated.

Soon enough, Harry was at full mast while Mia kissed around the base of his dick to get every drop of him.

“Come here,” Harry rasped, “give me a taste.”

He felt like he’d have an aneurysm when Mia complied without hesitation, leaning over him. Her hair curtained around them and Harry had a death-grip on the duvet when he opened his lips, “Spit.” He whispered.

Mia’s muscles trembled when she couldn’t do anything besides follow his instructions. This entire evening had just been so erotic. Every time Mia was naked in a bed with Harry, she had this new-found confidence over her. She knew it was partly because she was just so horny, but he made her feel like she could do anything in the world.

And that included licking up his orgasm in a form of gentle aftercare while also wanting him hard again as quickly as possible. The idea that Harry came just from eating her out, was insane to Mia. He enjoyed it so much, to pleasure her orally. She was still learning the ins and outs about going down on him, but Mia enjoyed it thoroughly as well. 

A line of spit mixed with cum dribbled from her lips, landing on Harry’s waiting tongue. He groaned, hips bucking up into nothing before he pulled Mia down for a messy kiss. 

“I love you.” He breathed, “Shit, I love you so fucking much.” His hands cupped her cheeks and Mia smiled, “I love you too, H.”

“Fuck me.” He moaned, “Fuck me, ride me. Please.”

Mia immediately nodded, clumsily getting off to rid herself of her underwear. When her fingers reached for the zipper of the skirt, Harry stopped her, “No.” He breathed, “Keep it on. Keep the skirt on.”

Mia flushed pink but nodded, “Okay.” She murmured, resuming her position on top of him. She was so wet and she was so hard, she trembled in anticipation of how good he was going to feel inside her. How perfect he’d fit, how deep he’d reach, how he’d make her shake and cry.

“Condom?” Harry checked between kisses and Mia pouted, shaking her head no. Harry chuckled and nodded, “Okay. I’m gonna put on cockring, yeah? Can you take it out? ‘S in my bedside table.”

Mia’s heart beat slightly faster at the idea of introducing another toy into their bed. Whenever they tried something new, Mia always felt just a tad nervous. She opened up his drawer and took out a silicone, dark blue ring. She sheepishly held it up, “This?” She had actually no idea what she was looking for but Harry licked his lip and nodded, “Yeah.”

Mia handed him the cockring and Harry blinked, “Uh - can you put it on?” He asked and Mia looked back at him, “Oh. I don’t know how.” She mumbled and Harry shot her a small smile, “Neither do I. I’ve never used one.” He admitted, and then he came to the realization that both of them didn’t really know how to do this.

Harry sat up a bit and took the ring from Mia’s hand, “It’s supposed to be one that like… clicks open.” He muttered, looking at every inch of the ring to see how it worked. He eventually got it to open and smiled, “Like that.”

Mia intently stared and nodded, “Right.”

“And then… uh - like it goes around my dick and my balls.” He spoke with soft pink cheeks. Mia moved back a little bit to allow him room to figure it out, her hand on his knee to let him know she was still here. She was uncomfortably sticky between her thighs and bit her tongue from begging Harry to hurry up.

“Like this, I think.” Harry muttered, frowning in concentration as he pushed the two ends of the ring back together so it could click back in. “Oh - wow.” Harry gasped once the ring was locked and around him, and he dropped back down into the bed with a redness covering his neck and cheeks.

Mia’s brows raised, “Wow?” She repeated. Her eyes glanced to his prick, turning a slightly deeper shade of pink before she flicked her gaze to his face, “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Harry swallowed, “Hurts just the right amount.” He admitted, swallowing thickly again as he got used to the new sensation. The blood was trapped in his cock. It felt stimulating almost, but he knew it would cause him to edge himself longer and for his orgasm to be postponed. He shifted his hips a bit and his eyes fluttered, “Hurts so good.” He added in a murmur.

Mia felt short on air when she saw how Harry clearly enjoyed the slight amount of pain the ring gave him, and she swung her legs over his hips again, running a hand up his chest, “Are you okay?” She asked again.

“So good.” Harry sighed, “C’mon, sweetheart, slip me in, hm? I know you’re aching for me to fill you up. ‘M so hard for you.”

Mia bit her lip with a moan, lifting up. The skirt covered up where they met, but Harry was quick in holding it up around her hips so he could see clearly where she had a hold of him and where she brushed his tip into her clit for a second before sinking down on him.

“Christ.” Harry breathed, eyes rolling back as Mia held a breath in her throat, feeling dizzy on top of him. Mia keened, shivering on top of him as she took every inch of him and he curved inside of her, slipping right in, “Oh my god.” She sighed.

Harry hummed, squeezing her thighs softly, “Feels so good, Mi. So good.”

It felt different with the cockring. Harry felt like he was so hard it was almost unbearable, but he was also unable to cum. His cock throbbed and pulsed against Mia’s walls, and for Mia it felt different too, feeling the silicone ring against her clit once she sat down completely on Harry’s lap.

Mia needed a second to find the strength in her legs but Harry didn’t push her. They took their time in adjusting and revelling in the feeling - near torturing themselves while on the brink of an overwhelming amount of pleasure. Mia rocked her hips, her hands braced on Harry’s chest for balanced as she started up a slow rhythm.

Harry assisted her, holding her thighs and her ass to give her more strength. Mia tipped her head back with a whine, “Oh my god, daddy…” She sweetly moaned and Harry panted out, “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” Mia breathed, “Y-You’re so big, so deep.”

He lazily smirked at the shameless egoboost he received from Mia’s words, “Sweet baby.” He crooned. They took their time in feeling one another, hands over each other’s bodies and Harry eventually pulled Mia down, needing to kiss her.

Mia yelped into his mouth when Harry’s hips met her halfway, snapping up in the same slow and lazy pace. He slipped in and out of her so effortlessly, Mia was on cloud nine as his arms wrapped around her form and his tongue was in her mouth. 

“Harry,” Mia whimpered, cupping his cheek as he fucked up into her. He gazed in her blue eyes, “Yeah?” He panted.

Mia dropped her face into the crook of his neck with a whine, “Harder.” She begged, “Please, harder. H-Harder.”

“Shh, baby.” He stroked a hand down her spine, but Mia pathetically whimpered, near sobbing, “I-I’m so… please.” She stuttered.

Harry smirked to himself, “You’re what, hm? You’re so close? You wanna cum, sweetheart? Need daddy to make you cum?”

“Yes.” Mia sobbed, and Harry kissed her shoulder, “I can do that for you.” He whispered, nudging her off. Mia was about to protest but celebrated under her breath when Harry positioned her on her stomach, pulling her hips up. Her stomach clenched in excitement of the position.

She loved seeing his face when they were intimate, but god, she loved this position so much. Mia’s shoulders were touching the bedding, her head turned to the side as she panted out in anticipation. Her thighs were wet and sticky and Harry bunched her skirt up over her hips to stare at her wet pussy. She clenched and fluttered around nothing, waiting so patiently for him.

“You want me?” Harry breathed and Mia mewled, “Yes, yes, I want you.”

He smacked her ass, watching her skin turn red as Mia gasped and jerked up a bit. Harry moaned under his breath before he decided to put her out of her misery. His cock was slick in her wetness and he easily pushed back inside of her. Mia arched more, stretching her arms out in front of her with a shaky moan falling from her lips.

Harry was relentless, immediately picking a dizzying pace and pounding her into the mattress. The air got shoved out of Mia’s lungs with each thrust and her eyes rolled back. When he added the stimulation of his fingers flicking and circling her clit, Mia lost it.

She cried out from the stimulation he gave her g-spot, tip of his hard cock constantly massaging the spot so deep inside of her it made her legs weak. At the peak of her orgasm, Harry wrapped her hair around his fist to pull her up.

Mia gasped, tears falling down her cheeks when she knew exactly what he was going to do. Instead of going easy on her and letting her come down, he wanted her further gone. With the hold on her hair, Harry fucked Mia faster and harder. 

She stared up at the ceiling, folded back in half when Harry handled her the way he liked. Mia moaned and whined, sobbing out as she cried in pure relief of her orgasm being elongated. She felt like she came again, her legs turning to mush as she lost her balance and Harry groaned in bliss at her pulsing walls around his wet cock, “Shit - baby… creaming all over me, hm?”

Mia hardly heard him, sinking down into the bedding and Harry assisted her, shoving against her shoulder to push her down again. He continued thrusting until Mia clenched so hard she almost pushed him out. Harry hunched over her, kissing the back of her shoulder while he moaned.

He hardly dared admitting it, but he was so fucking proud of himself for not finishing. This cockring made him feel like he was on top of the world. Mia was sobbing into the duvet, her legs shaking from the harsh orgasm she just had. Harry slipped out of her and rolled her on her back, panting out from the effort he just put in as she laid limp on the bed with labored breaths escaping her lips.

“Baby,” Harry smiled, “are you okay?” He had a teasing hint to his voice, knowing arrogantly well that he just completely ruined her. Mia smacked her lips together once before swallowing, “Yes,” her voice sounded watery, “oh my god.”

Harry chuckled, glancing down to his still rock hard cock. Harry leaned over Mia, scooting in between her legs, “D’you want more, angel?” He checked.

Mia licked her dry lips and blinked her eyes open, “I t-think I’m done.” She admitted softly and Harry smiled, “Okay, that’s okay. I’ll take the cockring off and we’ll be almost done.” He reached his hand down to open up the ring, a low moan rumbling up his chest at the relief.

“Inside me.” Mia slurred sleepily and Harry kissed her lips, “Want me to finish inside you, sweetheart?”

Mia nodded, “Mhm, yes. Want a baby.”

Harry blinked, feeling as Mia gently cupped his jaws, hardly keeping her eyes open. He exhaled shakily, “What?”

“Baby.” Mia repeated softly, stroking her thumbs over his cheekbones, “Inside me. Put a baby inside me.”

Harry’s skin felt hot, his cock jumping at Mia’s words. She bent her legs, locking her thighs around him to get him to push inside of her and Harry did, moaning shakily as he did so. 

Mia was half asleep and dazed from her orgasms, and Harry knew they were technically being safe because Mia was on the pill - but he still made it his personal mission to get her pregnant.

He took Mia in missionary, hooking her legs over his shoulders before leaning over her and folding her in half. Mia whimpered when Harry stretched her. He kissed her neck, slipping an arm between her back and the mattress to arch her back more and hooking his fingers over her shoulder to keep her nice and steady.

“I love you.” He moaned, his free hand lacing together with hers. Mia’s eyes fluttered, Harry so deep inside of her, “I love you too.” She rasped.

Harry felt his orgasm around the corner now that he took off the cockring and Mia begged him to put a baby in her. He grunted, keeping himself nice and deep inside of her and grinding back and forth as Mia gasped and panted.

“‘M gonna fill you up so good.” Harry promised, sweat pearling at his hairline. His lips hovered over Mia’s, breathily kissing her, “Make you so happy, hm?”

Mia mewled, tipping her head back in pleasure, “P-Please.” She whispered. Harry dropped his face in her neck with a shaky groan, “I’m gonna cum.”

Mia relaxed, sighing out when Harry scooted up inside of her, hunching himself completely over her. He grunted in her neck, his lips below her ear as he gasped for air while his orgasm took over. Harry felt electrified, feeling like he had never come this much in his life.

“Oh god - fuck.” Harry sighed, his cock twitching inside of Mia. He refused to move away from her even an inch, keeping her nice and filled up.

Mia seemed a little dazed, fighting to keep her eyes open. Her muscles ached and Mia felt Harry breathing into her neck while her legs were still anchored up over his shoulders.

“Harry,” She murmured, “my legs.”

Harry blinked his eyes open, “Sorry, m’love, sorry.” Harry used the final power in his muscles to push himself up and gently let Mia’s legs down. He pulled his softened dick out of her and Mia protested, sleepily pouting at him. He chuckled at her face, gently tapping his thumb against her bottom lip, “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“Stay.” Mia yawned. Harry smiled, leaning in to kiss her, “We’re gonna go to bed in a second, just have to clean up. You need to pee, baby.”

Mia groaned, “I don’t wanna.”

“You have to.” Harry pushed through with a small smile, “And then I’ll tuck you in and we can cuddle and sleep.”

Some intelligible mumble came from Mia and Harry helped her sit up before taking her to the bathroom. Mia wobbled a bit when Harry helped her sit on the toilet and she peed while he wet a towel to clean her up further. He cleaned himself a bit and then Mia, running the towel over her skin as she had her eyes closed already.

“Brush teeth?” Harry checked. They were both naked in the bathroom and Mia leaned against him, nodding, “Yeah.”

Harry wet her toothbrush and put toothpaste on it before handing it to her, “Here you go, Mi.”

“Thank you.” She sighed before turning to him and forcing her eyes open, “For everything.” Mia pushed up her toes to kiss his jaw, “This has been the happiest year of my life.”

Harry felt warm, smiling as he cupped her chin, “Mine too, Mia. Promise.”

Mia and Harry lazily brushed their teeth before he dragged her back to bed, cuddling her naked underneath the sheets.

They had fallen asleep like this for the past year, and Harry and Mia both hoped they could wake up like this for the rest of their lives. 

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whewwwww i'm gonna take a nap lol

next chapter is gonna be............. interesting :)))))))))))))