sweet and sour [h.s.]

word count: 10.4k

content: friends with benefits, flirty pest!harry, teasing, fingering, and oral baybeeee

preview:

He damn well knows the way it disorients her when he offhandedly uses pet names and remarks that have made appearances during their sexual encounters; he knows the way it revs her and it amuses him more than anything to see her fidget and fumble to keep composure. He adores having that influence over her and he thrives on wielding it to his advantage.

Y/N swallows down her nerves, feeling them lodge in her throat and refuse to go down. The way he slowly bats his lashes at her suggestively doesn't help at all.

Harry reaches across the bar, hovering the lime wedge over her face. He taps it gently against the center of her lips, the acidic juice rubbing off and making her skin tingle. "Open up for me, yeah?"

Y/N's lips part on command and Harry can't stop the pompous hum that runs along the back of his throat. "Always so willing, aren't you?"

She glowers at him from the side, her grumble strained and therefore lacking any real mass. "Shut up."

He coos with exaggerated fondness, attempting to stifle an arrogant smirk. "I'm just happy to be your first time, s'all."

"You're so fucking annoying."

"And yet you always end up in my bed. Funny how that works, innit?"

or bartender!harry teaches Y/N how to do body shots but lime juice isn't the only thing that ends up dripping down his chin.