Meet Me In The Bathtub

“If I’m being honest, I didn’t think you were being serious.” Glenne declared as her mouth closed around a fork of vinaigrette soaked lettuce. “Then again, you do love a good excuse to spend a shit-ton of money on expensive clothing.”

Harry laughed behind his obnoxiously oversized sunglasses, blowing into his mug before taking a sip of the steaming tea. “Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing. I think Y/N should get the blame considering I tried to back out of it a good ten times this morning.”

Glenne shrugged, pushing an olive from between her fingertips into to her mouth. “It’s not a bad thing. If anything I agree with Y/N, you need to stop being such a money hoarder. You’re a bloody millionaire. Treat yourself, you work hard.”

Harry glanced at the new suede shoes squeezed around his feet, already feeling like he has treated himself enough for the rest of the year let alone for his own birthday. Y/N had suggested that Harry dedicate the day prior to his birthday to “spoiling himself” since the new Yves Saint Laurent collection coincidentally launched the week before (and Harry coincidentally hasn’t bought something for himself since last summer). He declined, but of course, Y/N wouldn’t let him live it down. So now here he was, out to lunch with his best friend and a trunk full of bags filled with designer fashion.
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The ride home was everything but comfortable, Harry’s feet throbbed from the tips of his toes to his heels. He was used to the pain of breaking in a new pair of expensive suede boots, but it had been years since he had to go through it. “It’s official, I’m dead. I’m not going to live to be 23 years-old and it’s all your fault.” Harry cried out, sprawled out on the sectional.

“You only have seven hours left, Haz. M’positive you’ll live.” Y/N asserted, her palm rubbing against Harry’s thigh as he turned his attention from the obnoxious reality show on the screen. “What’s wrong, babe? What’s sore on you?”

Harry winced, biting his lip as he sat up on the cushions. “It’s nothing extreme, I can just sleep on it. I’ll live I suppose.”

Y/N frowned, her hands still rubbing against Harry’s jeans as she watched Harry’s face twist in dissatisfaction. “What can I do for you? Want me to get you some joggers? We could take a bath?”

Harry’s eyes sparked at that, unable to hide how much he desired to lean back against the jets of his enormous ceramic tub.

Y/N beamed, jumping up from the couch before Harry’s mouth could even begin to open. “Bath it is.” Harry sighed, his head falling back against the armrest as he watched her disappear into the hallway.

-

Harry settled against the jets, letting a moan slip through his lips as he watched Y/N drop her panties onto the floor, her bare feet padding across the tile. “Hurry up, fuck.”

“M’right here, love.” She laughed, stepping over the edge, letting her waist disappear into the steaming water as she fit between Harry’s thighs.

Harry’s hands found their way into Y/N’s hair, making the strands wet as the water dripped off his knuckles. Their lips brushed together, Harry flinching in pain beneath Y/N’s weight. “What hurts?” A strand of her hair tickled Harry’s chest as she pressed her lips softly against his collarbone. “You can tell me, babe.”

“It’s-” Harry’s cheeks burned, his lips rubbing together as his eyes fluttered closed. “It’s my feet, I put those new boots on as soon as I swiped my card.”

“Ahhhh. There it is.” Y/N hummed, her lips trailing from Harry’s chest to his jaw. “That wasn’t so hard, yeah?”

Harry hesitated, his throat burning as his head tipped back, allowing Y/N’s tongue to dart out against his skin. “Thought maybe-” He whispered, moaning as he tugged at the ends of her hair. “Maybe you could like-”

Y/N froze, pulling back as an attempt to allow Harry calm down. “You can talk to me, Haz.”

“It’s not a thing we’ve ever done before. You could maybe touch my feet? Rub my feet?” Harry’s peered at her behind his lashes, fishing for a reaction.

“Fuck, yeah sure. Of course I can.” Y/N, always one step ahead of doing things that made Harry feel good, sat up eagerly. Harry nervously licked his lips, nodding as she leaned back against the jets opposite from him.

Y/N grabbed Harry’s foot with ease, her eyes narrowing at Harry from across the tub. “I’ll start with the left foot, yeah?”

“Yeah, fuck, that’s fine love.” Harry’s body tensed, awaiting her to add pressure to his skin. The moment Y/N’s thumb dug into his arch, he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, gasping as he let his head fall back against the edge.

“Shit I haven’t given a proper massage in a good year, am I hurting you?” She froze, her thumbs releasing pressure as she glanced up to meet Harry’s scrunched up face.

“No no no, please don’t stop. Feels so good.” Harry begged, his fists squeezed tight under the water.

Y/N bit her lip, nodding as she began pressing her thumb into circles. Harry hissed through his teeth, his hips bucking up with pleasure. If Y/N noticed Harry’s growing erection, she didn’t mention it.

“Jeez, didn’t know this was something you’d like so much. Would’ve done this a long time ago if m’honest.” She expressed fondly, finally finding rhythm in her thumbs. “All those nights on stage, your feet have always killed you.”

Harry let a noise fall from his lips, his jaw tensing as Y/N picked up the speed.

“You have to let me know if I’m hurting you, baby.” Y/N whispered, her eyes absorbed with the beautiful sight of Harry completely wrecked in front of him.

“I'll… let y’know.” Harry grunted, his hand ran up and down his stomach as Y/N pushed deeper into Harry’s heel. Harry could feel her eyes pour into him, knew that she was catching onto his kink. This was more than just a massage to Harry, this was everything to him.

There was a couple beats of silence between the two of them, Harry’s grunts remained consistent as Y/N’s thumbs worked their way up and down Harry’s foot.

Y/N’s eyes stayed glued to Harry’s erection, now grown completely hard, peeking out of the water. “You can stop if you want.” Harry’s voice shook, his cheeks and neck completely flushed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She said, a hint of roughness to her voice as she pushed deeper into the center of Harry’s arch. Harry hissed, his hips arching up once again as Y/N leaned down and pressed her lips tenderly to the top of his foot.

“Woah, you don’t-” Harry hesitated, Y/N’s lips sucked at the skin. “You don’t have to.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Look at how thick your cock is.” She looked up at Harry through her long mascara coated lashes, her lips still attached to Harry’s foot. Harry closed his eyes, the fear of coming untouched fresh in his mind as Y/N’s tongue darted out against his warm rough skin.

“I can’t help it.” Harry muttered, his glossed over eyes peering at Y/N through the steam. “You have no idea, fucking hell.”

She rolled her eyes, nibbling lightly at Harry’s arch, pleased with how high that caused Harry’s waist to arch up. “I have a good idea, Harry. Look at you, you’re a proper mess.” Harry blushed at that, his hands cupping some water as he gently splashed it against his face. “A gorgeous mess, fuck. Do you think maybe-” She trailed off, her eyes wandering to Harry’s hard cock.

“Maybe what, baby?” Harry’s voice was deep as he stroked at his nipples, his eyes full of curiosity as he watched Y/N’s fingertips wander up and down his foot.

“You could touch yourself. While I… touch your feet.” Y/N’s voice cracked as she felt a burn go through her chest. A burn full of desire, a burn full of love for the beautiful boy in front of her. Harry’s jaw went slack, his body freezing beneath Y/N’s gaze. “Only if you want.”

Harry’s palm slid down his stomach, hissing through his teeth as he stroked down the length of his erection. “No, no, yeah. I mean… yeah, I want to touch myself.” His voice shook, feeling strangely self conscious in front of her. “M’nervous if I’m being honest.”

Y/N pressed into Harry’s heel, giving it a soft rub before pressing a kiss against the tip of his toes. “Don’t have to be nervous, baby. You look lovely.” She sounded genuine and calm, and that comforted Harry as he unclenched his jaw. “I’m going to press a little harder, is that okay?”

Harry nodded, his hips arching into his palm as his dick twitched against it. “Please, please more.” He begged, not expecting for Y/N to respond so swiftly as he moaned, feeling her thumb press deeper into his arch. “God, love. Jesus Christ.”

“You can call me that I suppose.” She joked, but her expression remained neutral as her eyes poured into Harry’s cock. Harry swallowed hard, his palm still pressed flat against his length.

“Is that all you’ve got for me?” Harry’s body twitched, his hand immediately clutching onto his dick. He wanted to please Y/N, he needed to please Y/N.

Harry’s fist began smacking slow against the water, his head tilted back against the edge of the tub as he felt his hand slide from the head of his dick to his balls. “It feels so fucking good, Y/N.” He inhaled sharply as Y/N tongue darted out against the soft skin upon the top of his foot, her lips humming against him.

“Yeah baby? Let it all out. I want you to relax. Want you to feel good.”

Harry’s fist began speeding up, the splashes of water becoming obnoxious as he let his eyelids flutter closed. “I think m’ gonna come.”

“I haven’t even started on the right foot yet.” Y/N said easily, trying to ignore the burn of arousal shooting through her stomach. “You can wait, yeah?”

Harry’s fist slowed, a groan escaping his wet lips. “Forget the right foot, baby. Please.”

“You’ll feel lopsided, babe.” The corner of Y/N’s mouth twitched up at that, watching Harry struggle beneath her slow touch. “Are you sure?” Harry looked wrecked as he nodded, fist still holding a steady rhythm against himself. His teeth clenched down on his bottom lip, feeling the desire burn into his gut. Y/N leaned back against her side of the tub, gesturing for Harry to come closer. Harry immediately climbing towards her, fitting between her shaking thighs.

“Jeez fuck.” Harry whispered, feeling Y/N’s nipples brush against his chest. He let his hand slide down her stomach, warm and soft, his fingers finding their way to her clit. “Is this alright?“
“Yeah yeah yeah.” Y/N whimpered, her head tilting back as the tip of his fingertips lightly rubbed against her. “Always feels so good, Haz.”

His erection remained pressed against her thigh, leaking precome into the water.

“Come on, let’s get y’ feeling good baby.” Harry purred, applying more pressure as she arched up into the touch. “Love to feel y’ come for me.”

Y/N’s lips latched onto his, her hands making their way into his wet strands of hair. She moaned at his pace, letting his tongue make its way into her open mouth.

“Want you… to… come with me.” Y/N panted against his lips, her fingers trailing water down his back as she found her way to his cock.

His moving fingers paused in shock, swallowing hard before focusing his attention back on her. The pace growing against her clit with each turn of his wrist. “M'not gonna last long, baby.”

“Me either, keep going. You’re being such a good boy.” Y/N whispered against his jawline, her fist pumping his erection nice and firm against the warm water. His dick twitched at the compliment, his freehand stroking over her breasts. “Such a good boy, Haz.”

“Fuck… Fuck.” Harry’s eyes squeezed shut, his lashes sticking together as he moaned out Y/N’s name. “It feels so fucking good. Y’ have no idea.” He rocked into her fist, his pace against her clit speeding up as he got closer and closer to his climax.

“You can come for me, yeah? You’ve been such a patient boy for me.” Y/N cooed, her thumb stroking over his slit. “You amaze me, baby.”

That was enough to get him over the edge as he whimpered, face burying into her neck as his orgasm poured over Y/N’s fist.

“Good boy, good boy.” She whispered, pressing kisses against his scalp as she let him ride the rest of his climax against her thigh.

“Jeez, I came so fast. That’s….-”

“Fucking hot.” She brought her hand up to her plush lips, her tongue swiping her sticky palm as his fingertips lazily pressed against her clit.

The taste of the sweet boy was enough to make her twitch against him, orgasm building in her stomach as his lashes unstuck, watching her lick away his come in amazement.

“Jesus fuck.” Harry whispered, grabbing ahold of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.

“Let’s get started on that right foot, yeah?”

Notes

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