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“Slip-Up”

best friend/roommate!harry x you

Word Count: 8.7k

Warnings: Sex not w/ Y/N (very brief - small mention of spanking during this), public sex act (exhibitionism - thigh riding), more spanking, face-riding, spitting, size kink (if you squint) and protected sex

Plot: It's your birthday, and you and Harry are meant to be going out with friends. However, when you arrive home from work, you discover Harry is otherwise... preoccupied. From that point on, tensions between you both rise, and you wonder if your friendship will ever be the same again.

(Once again, thank you to my bestie @finelinenina for letting me bounce ideas around for this one, and for helping me narrow down how the plot should read 🫶🏻)

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Today of all days, it seemed like it took the clock forever to hit seven o’clock. You knew why. You knew it was because you were excited to go out with all of your friends for your 27th birthday. As soon as your shift at the hospital was over, you quickly clocked out, and practically raced to your car so you could head home.

Your music was blaring as you drove down the interstate - singing to all your favorite songs to get you in the mood for tonight’s festivities. Harry had promised you that he was going to make tonight special, having it be your first birthday since the two of you decided to rent a flat together.

Renting together just made sense. You were best friends who both had leases ending at the same time, and both of your roommates were going to be moving in with their significant others. Your ex-roommate, but still friend, Corrine, was actually the one who had suggested it to you. When you brought it up to Harry, he said he was thinking of asking you too, but he didn’t know if it would make you feel uncomfortable.

You and Harry had been friends for the last seven years now. You were introduced by mutual friends at a frat party, and the rest was history from there. You were both extremely lucky to keep the same group of friends after graduating from university, so it was like you all continued to grow up together.

You weren’t sure what Harry meant when he said he was going to make this particular birthday special, but you were trying not to get your hopes up too much.

Truth was, you’ve had a crush on Harry since before the two of you moved in together. The realization came to you while the two of you were singing karaoke together almost four years ago now, but you’ve never breathed a word of it to anyone - not even Corrine.

Deep down, you were hoping that he realized he felt the same way about you, and that tonight he planned on confessing his undying love. Again, you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

You pulled into the parking lot of your complex, still humming along joyfully to the last song that had been playing in your car as you walked up your stairs. Slipping the key into the lock, you started inside, and you braced yourself for what could be waiting for you.

As you looked up from your feet, you felt your smile fall as the flat was just as you left it. There were no balloons, no decorations, and it was completely silent.

Trying not to jump to conclusions, you hung your purse up on the hook on the wall, and you started through your living room to head down the hallway. It was then that you heard labored breathing as you approached Harry’s door - which you soon realized was cracked.

You peered inside, curiosity getting the best of you, and your lips parted as you saw blonde hair trickling down the back of a petite figure. She was naked, that much you could tell, with Harry’s sheets pooled around her waist. Her hips were rocking back and forth as her small moans filled his room.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Keep moving those hips,” you heard Harry’s silky voice, and soon you saw his large hands pressing against her back - his rings still on and indenting her skin. “Doing so good for me.”

Almost gasping out loud, you quickly clamped your hand against your mouth so as not to blow your cover. The last thing you needed was Harry seeing you standing there, but you weren’t able to walk away.

“Harry,” the girl whined above him, and you watched as one of Harry’s hands now disappeared underneath the sheets. It was then a high-pitched squeak left her as you heard a crack of skin against skin.

He had spanked her.

“Does it feel good for you too? Squeezing all over me, hm? Such a sweet girl you are.”

You pressed your thighs together at the sultry tone he was laying on, pretty thick you might add, and your eyes widened as Harry suddenly flipped them over. The sheets didn’t cover his hips like they did for the woman, and you were soon met with his bare ass right in your line of vision.

From there, you could see the muscles in his back flexing as he pounded the woman into the mattress before you heard him speak again. “God, just look at you. You’re taking me so well, darling. Looking all dreamy getting fucked by my cock.”

That’s what did you in, and you raced into your room, but you made sure to shut the door quietly behind you. You stared at the wooden surface for a moment before walking backwards until you hit the chair in front of your vanity.

Plopping down onto the furniture, your hands fell into your lap, and you stared blankly at the wall.

It wasn’t the fact that Harry was having sex with someone that bothered you. You both had an agreement that it was okay to bring people over whenever you wanted, but today was your birthday.

He had the last couple hours after he got off of work, knowing you would still be at work, but he chose now? He knew you’d be home right past seven. You had been looking forward to getting ready with him for your night out. The plan was to pregame with a cocktail or two, as well as indulging in some junk food to make sure your stomachs were properly coated for tonight’s adventure.

But now…now you weren’t even sure if he still planned on coming.

Deciding not to dwell too much on it, you turned to face your mirror as you grabbed your AirPods off the vanity’s surface - slipping them into your ears. You took your phone out of your pocket, and you selected the birthday playlist you had curated as you started in on your makeup.

Once your hair and makeup were done, and you were properly dressed in the outfit you chose specifically for tonight, you exited your bedroom. It had taken you a little over an hour to get ready, and you glanced down the hall - seeing that Harry’s door was now shut. However, the faint sound from his TV still managed to bleed through the hallway, and you frowned.

It was then you knew he must’ve forgotten, and that he wouldn’t be joining you tonight.

It dawned on you that maybe you expected too much from him. That maybe you held him at a higher regard all because of those feelings you shoved deep down inside.

You weren’t sure if the girl was still there, and you didn’t want to be a buzzkill by knocking on the door to remind him of the plans you’ve had set in place for almost two months now, so you decided to leave it alone. Rolling your shoulders back, you held your head up high as you grabbed your purse from beside the door, and you slipped out of your flat.

You weren’t going to let him ruin your night.

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Your giggles bounced off the walls of the hallway leading to your flat as the man you let take you home, Parker, pressed you against your door. His lips attacked your neck with his hands squeezing your hips, and you gasped as his teeth nipped as your shoulder.

“You’re going to have to let me open the door at some point,” you breathed, and were finally able to peel him off of you enough to turn around.

It wasn’t too late, just a little past midnight, but truthfully you were tired from your shift at the hospital earlier. At this point, you just wanted to get each other off, and then go to sleep.

Slipping your key into the lock, you turned it and then opened the door - the two of you stumbling inside as his arms were right back around your waist. You looked up, lips parting in surprise as you saw Harry seated on the couch with a beer bottle raised to his mouth.

Parker hadn’t seen him yet as his face was buried in your neck, and you cleared your throat as you raised one of your hands to reach back and tangle into his hair. “Parker.”

He hummed against your skin before lifting his head, and he froze completely once he laid eyes on Harry.

“Shit, you have a roommate?”

You swallowed harshly at his words. You hadn’t brought up living with Harry once tonight, and that was something you usually let your hook-ups know off the bat. You always wanted to make sure they were comfortable coming back with you knowing that you had a roommate.

“Sorry, I think it just slipped my mind to mention it tonight,” you didn’t mean for your words to come out as bitter as they did with your eyes still on Harry. You left them there for a moment before looking back to Parker over your shoulder. “Is that okay? We’ll go to my room.”

Parker sighed as he unraveled himself from you, and he shook his head as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I kinda have this thing about hooking up with people knowing their roommate is home.”

You knew you couldn’t be angry. It was your fault that you had failed to inform him that you didn’t live alone.

“No, that’s okay,” you nod. “I understand. I can call you an Uber?”

“That won’t be necessary, honey. I can take care of it,” Parker walked forward and placed a hand on your hip before pressing a kiss to your temple. “Happy birthday again, Y/N.”

You lowered your head to stare at your feet as Parker walked past you, and out of the apartment. The only sound for a while being the TV that had been playing, but you slowly looked over to see Harry staring at you from the couch.

“Y/N,” he said, and you could see it registered all over his face.

Parker telling you happy birthday one last time had made him realize that he forgot.

“I’m going to bed,” you said quickly as you walked through the living room and towards the hallway.

“No, please,” Harry set his beer down before pushing himself off the couch to follow you. “I need to make this right before you go to sleep.”

“What’s there to make right?” You laughed softly as you stepped into your bedroom, beginning to dig through your dresser to grab a pair of underwear and a big t-shirt to sleep in for the night.

“Come on. Don’t act like it doesn’t matter because it does. I…I forgot your birthday.”

Hearing him actually say it felt like a punch to the gut, and you paused your movements for a moment as it registered before you shook your head. “It really doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t…” Harry trailed off, following you as you moved across the room to remove your jewelry at your vanity. “It does matter! I had this day planned for you for months, and all of a sudden it slipped my mind. I don’t know how-”

“You didn’t even text me tonight to figure out where I was,” you told him.

“Because it’s Wednesday. You always work until three in the morning on Wednesday night into Thursday morning.”

A bitter laugh left you at that, and you glanced over at Harry again. “It’s Thursday, Harry. Well, technically Friday now, but…”

Harry moved to sit on the edge of your bed as his eyes slipped shut - running his face over his hands. “Oh my fucking god.”

“I got home a little after seven, and I was expecting to start pregaming with you, but you were…a little tied up.”

You hated mentioning what you came home to, but you figured it was better for you to let him know you were aware of what happened instead of him asking you himself.

Harry dropped his hands quickly, and he looked at you with wide eyes.

“You were here when…”

“Yep,” you popped the “p” as you spoke. “I’ll make sure to be quiet in the bathroom so I don’t wake her up.”

You had expected for her to be asleep in Harry’s bed. Harry was a night owl, so it wasn’t a surprise that he was up this late.

“She’s not here anymore. She left pretty soon after.”

Now you could’ve kicked yourself. If you had just knocked on his door like you wanted to before you left, you would’ve known that she was gone, and Harry would’ve been with you tonight. This whole thing could’ve been avoided.

“Yeah, well, at least one of us got some on my birthday,” you spat.

You were still angry at him for mixing up the days, but now you were mad at yourself for not just growing a pair and checking in with him earlier.

“Hey,” Harry said sternly, and you saw him get off your bed out of the corner of your eye. “I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t take away the fact that I saw you fucking someone today!”

“You watched us?” Harry’s eyebrows narrowed, and you weren’t sure if you had ever seen him look like this. “What the hell, Y/N?”

“It’s not like it was on purpose! Don’t you dare try to make that into something it’s not,” you pointed your finger at him. “Your door was cracked, and I could hear breathing because it was so quiet in here. I was honestly worried at first, but then I saw the two of you all over each other.”

“How long did you watch us?”

Now you could’ve easily lied. You could’ve told him that you immediately looked away the second you realized what you were witnessing, and that you went straight into your room.

But the many shots you had consumed tonight started to do the talking, and you tilted your head to the side. “Long enough to hear just how sweet and dreamy she was for you.”

Harry took a step forward, and you took one backwards - the back of your thighs clashing against your vanity. “You completely invaded my privacy today, and I don’t appreciate that. At. All.”

“Your door was cracked,” you reiterated, snapping back at him through clenched teeth. “Not my fault you got your days mixed up.”

You could see that Harry ran his tongue over the inside of his cheek before he took a step back. “You crossed a line.”

“You forgot my birthday.”

Shaking his head, he walked towards your door, and turned around to look at you over his shoulder. “Probably had a better time with her anyway than I would’ve had tonight with you.”

Your face fell as you registered his words, and tears instantly flooded your waterline. It wasn’t until Harry slammed his bedroom door shut that you closed your eyes tight - biting down on the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from making any noise.

You gave yourself a few minutes to calm down before gathering your pajamas with shaking hands, and you walked into the bathroom - eager to take a shower to wash away the worst birthday of your entire life.

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For the next two weeks, you had managed to properly avoid Harry, but he was also trying to avoid you as well. You both would listen to make sure the other had come back into their room before exiting your own, and if you were going out with friends, you made sure the other wouldn’t be going as well.

That’s why tonight, as you walked into the bar you and your friends usually frequent on Friday nights, you stopped in your tracks when you saw Harry over by one of the pool tables. He was talking with Corrine’s boyfriend, Shahid, and you swallowed harshly at the fact this was the first time you were laying eyes on him in two weeks.

You were a little bummed, to be honest. Tonight, you had dressed with the intention of maybe trying to find someone to bring home - your outfit being one that involved one of your shortest skirts. There was a lot of pent up frustration that you needed to release due to your current situation with Harry, and you hoped a good one night stand could help you out with that.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called, and you looked over to see Corrine walking away from the bar with a beer in each of her hands.

“Corrine,” you said back as you approached her, shaking your head. “What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me that Harry was going to be here.”

You had opened up to Corrine about what happened earlier in the week, and you even maybe talked a little too much after your third glass of wine - spilling your true feelings for Harry to her.

“Look, I know it’s probably really shitty of us, but Shahid and I both know how terribly you and Harry feel about what happened - even though you guys aren’t willing to admit that to each other yet. We figured maybe having other people around for the first time since the fight may help ease the tension a little bit,” she shrugged as you started heading over to the pool tables, and you sucked in a deep breath.

“I really don’t know if this is the best plan,” you told her, but continued to follow.

Once you got to where all of your friends were, you made it a point to stand as far away from Harry as possible as you greeted some of them - painting on a smile to mask your uneasiness. You didn’t want Harry to know that what happened affected you in such a way. You wanted him to think that you were fine with just ignoring him.

Eventually you were dragged by a friend back over to the bar to grab yourself a drink and a shot, and as you trailed behind them, you could feel Harry’s eyes on you as you walked.

As angry as you still were about the whole situation, you still missed Harry’s company. He was your best friend, and everything felt off having gone without speaking to him for so long. But your feelings were still very hurt, especially by the last thing he had said to you that night. You weren’t sure how you were going to move on from those words.

You quickly downed your shot, and then grabbed your beer off the bar. When walking back over to your other friends again, you heard unfamiliar giggles, and when you rounded the corner, you saw a blonde sitting on the edge of the pool table - Harry leaning down with his hands on either side of her hips as they talked.

Once you got closer, you recognized her as the girl that he had in his bedroom on your birthday, and you’re not sure why that caused such sadness to fester inside your chest.

You looked away as fast as possible, and you peered over to Corrine who gave you a sympathetic smile. “If it helps, he didn’t invite whoever that is. She recognized him from across the bar and came over.”

“That’s her,” you sighed, taking a sip from your beer as you leaned against the wall.

Corrine’s eyes widened as she looked at the girl and then back to you. “Wait like…her her?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed with a nod as you pulled your pint glass away from your mouth.

Looking past Corrine, you saw your friend, Elliott. You knew he smoked, and even though you didn’t all that often, you were in desperate need of a cigarette at this very moment.

“Hey, El,” you said to grab his attention before downing the rest of your beer so that you could properly walk over to him. “Do you think I could bum a cig off you? I’ll buy you a shot.”

Elliott was closer to Harry than you had been originally standing before, and you noticed that he had paused his conversation with the girl upon hearing your voice - head tilting slightly towards you as he looked at you out of the corner of his eye

“Yeah, here,” Elliott dug into his pocket to retrieve his pack, sliding a stick out to pass to you. “But don’t worry about buying me a shot. It’s a fresh pack - no big deal.”

“Thanks,” you smiled as you took it from him, and he handed you his lighter as well. You walked back over to Corrine before gesturing your head towards one of the exits. “I’m just going to step into the alley for a moment for a smoke. I’ll be right back.”

“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” Corrine asked with knitted brows, but you shook your head.

“I’m alright. Just need to clear my head for a moment.”

As you turned around to make your way towards your destination, you made eye contact with Harry for the first time in two fucking weeks. It stole the breath from your lungs when you saw such a mix of emotions swirling in his moss colored eyes, and you quickly looked away.

Making sure you had your phone on you, you made your way towards the exit, and you slipped outside. The air was a bit cooler outside, but not too cool to have you freezing. The bar was warm inside due to all the people, so it was a bit refreshing to feel the breeze. You pulled your cardigan tighter around yourself as you leaned up against the brick wall of the alleyway - glancing up at the stars for a moment.

Sticking the much needed cigarette between your lips, you cupped the end of the stick to make sure you were covering the flame as you lit it up, and you sucked in a long drag immediately - tucking Elliott’s lighter into your back pocket.

It was only a minute or two later that you heard the alley door slam, and you looked over to see Harry. He was facing the other direction at first. His back was to you as he ran a hand through his curls - the other loosely on his hip.

“Fuck,” you heard him sigh, shaking his head as he turned around and started back towards the door, but then stopped once he set his sights on you.

You watched as his eyes trailed all the way up from your boots, over your outfit and up to your face before his lips parted.

“Hi,” he breathed as you took another long drag from your cigarette, but you still kept your eyes on him.

“Hi,” you replied, exhaling the smoke from your lungs as you did so.

The air felt tight around the two of you, and you looked down to flick some ash onto the ground as he spoke again.

“I-I haven’t seen you,” he stammered.

You pursed your lips to the side at his statement before shrugging. “Didn’t think you wanted to, and to be honest, I didn’t really want to see you. Not…not after what you said.”

Your eyes flickered back over to Harry, and his expression was one of regret. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about what I said. I just…I didn’t know how to approach it.”

“Yeah, well,” you sighed, shaking your head as you licked over your bottom lip. “I know you have a better time with her than you do with me. So you best be getting back before I ruin your night. I can just stay at Corrine and Shahid’s after this - that way you’ll have the place to yourself with her.”

“C’mon, Y/N,” Harry sighed as he shoved his hands into his front pockets - making no movement to head back inside. “Don’t be like that.”

“What?” You asked, eyebrows narrowing. “I’m just repeating your own words.”

“I know I don’t deserve it, but will you please let me explain?”

You stayed silent as you took another drag from your cigarette, but you gave him a nod.

“That night, I took out the emotions I felt towards myself out on you. And I feel horrible about that,” Harry started, and you weren’t sure if you had ever seen him look so nervous. “I was angry and upset with myself that I had forgotten your birthday like that, and to be honest, I was a little embarrassed at the fact that you saw me like…that. I know all of that isn’t an excuse for what I said, but I need you to know that I wish I could take it back. It’s not how I feel at all - not in the slightest.”

Letting his words process, you looked back up at the sky as you did so. You could see where he was coming from, you also would’ve felt all those things that night if the situation had been reversed, but you still don’t know if you could ever say what he had. Even just thinking about what he said, and how he said it, caused your heart to ache.

“I guess I should apologize too,” you said after a moment, looking back over at Harry. “I shouldn’t have stayed outside of your bedroom so long once I realized what was happening, and I really shouldn’t have used the way you were talking to her against you. That wasn’t my place, no matter how upset I was about you forgetting my birthday.”

After a moment or two, Harry’s hands left his pockets as he stepped closer to you - just as you dropped your cigarette down onto the ground to snuff it out with the toe of your boot.

“I’ve been beating myself up so much over the whole thing,” Harry swallowed harshly as he held your eyes. “I keep thinking of ways that I could make it up to you, but nothing I think of seems right - it all feels too minimal.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him in some way. “It’s over, and in the past. We can just put it behind us.”

“No,” Harry shook his head. “I haven’t been able to stop worrying about it, Y/N. I had so much planned for you that day, for us. And I fucked it all up just to get a mediocre lay.”

Your eyebrows raised at his words, and you could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t mean for them to slip - blush now trailing over his cheeks. “Mediocre? Didn’t…it didn’t sound like it was mediocre.”

“Why do you think I took over?” Harry said, feeling a bit awkward about having this conversation, but he knew it was too late to try to backtrack now. “She couldn’t ride me for shit. I was hoping by saying all that stuff it would encourage her, but if anything, it just made it worse.”

You couldn’t help but snort out a laugh, and you lifted your hand to press your fingertips lightly against your lips as you continued to giggle. Harry’s eyes lit up at the sound of your laughter, and it was then he realized just how much he had missed hearing it. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle with you, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh,” you said, trying to get yourself to calm down. “That’s just not how it appeared to me at all.”

Now that the tension seemed to completely ease, Harry closed almost all space between the two of you as he turned to face your side - leaning his shoulder against the brick wall that you had your back against. “Well, between you and me, if I’m feeling it, my mouth is a lot more filthy than that.”

Swallowing down a gasp at his confession, his words went straight to your clit that momentarily throbbed now that you knew this information. If that was him not even being as filthy as he could be, you couldn’t even imagine how he would talk if he were fully into it.

“Y-Yeah?” You stammered, clearing your throat after.

“Mhmm,” Harry hummed as he tugged his plump bottom lip through his teeth, and you watched as his eyes trailed over you once more. “Can I ask you a question, Y/N?”

Suddenly at a loss for words, your nod in compliance was almost immediate given the way the tone of Harry’s voice had changed.

“I want to preface this by saying you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to. I also could be reading your body language completely wrong right now, and I may have misjudged the past situation entirely,” Harry reached out, fingertips lightly brushing against the side of your neck. “But did you stick around that evening because you liked what you heard?”

Goosebumps hadn’t coated your skin from the breeze tonight, but they sure appeared due to Harry’s touch. He rendered you completely speechless, and you knew now that you had hesitated too long for you to lie and deny it, so you figured now was as good of a time as any to let the truth come out.

“Yes,” you whispered as Harry lifted his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You watched as he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before speaking again. “Tell me more.”

Your eyes darted back and forth between the two of his, and for a split second you wondered if this was some sort of trap, for him to speak negatively to you again, but you knew him - you knew what happened the night of your birthday was a fluke. That wasn’t your typical Harry.

“When I came home, I was hoping that you would’ve had everything ready to celebrate,” you decided just to start from the beginning - when you realized your feelings had been hurt. “And then, I peeked into your bedroom, and I saw the two of you. And I-”

You cut yourself off with a gasp as Harry had now run his hand back down to wrap around the front of your throat - not applying any pressure, but having his palm rest against it.

“And that’s what I had hoped would’ve happened to us when we got home that night,” you confessed as you pushed through the need to cower away from expressing your true feelings. “I just wanted you to feel the same way I had felt - to want the same things I wanted.”

A look of realization glazed over Harry’s eyes, and then it all clicked for him. The two of you were crushing on each other, and he didn’t know how long you had been crushing on him, but if he was being completely honest, his crush started the night he met you. He had never met someone as fun and bubbly as you. He found you absolutely stunning, but he just never thought you would reciprocate.

“Oh, Y/N,” Harry clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth, and at first you thought he was going to reprimand you - to tell you that you were out of your mind for thinking anything could ever happen between the two of you. “If you only knew the things I’ve been wanting to do to you.”

You bit down on your bottom lip to suppress a moan, feeling downright pathetic for coming completely undone at just his words, and his hand on your body.

“Can I show you one of them right now, hm?” Harry tilted his head to the side. “I can see you pressing your thighs together, darling.”

Looking down, you saw that he was right. You hadn’t even noticed you were doing it, but Harry tightening the grip on your throat had you snapping your eyes back up to him in an instant. You nodded helplessly, and Harry felt his cock twitch in his jeans at the doe-eyed look on your face.

“I need your words. I’m not touching you in any other way until I hear your words.”

“Yes,” you gasped, and he used your consent to apply pressure to your pulse points with his thumb and middle finger. “Please, show me, Harry.”

Dropping his hand from your neck, he pushed himself off the wall to stand completely in front of you now. You held eye contact as his hands reached out to grab at your hips, and he slotted one of his toned thighs right between yours. With one single movement, he now had your core pressed against his jean covered muscle, and you sucked in a deep breath at the sensation.

“This alright, baby? Are you going to let me show you? You’re going to help me take care of you?”

“Yes,” you lifted your hands to rest on his shoulders, and you clenched down around nothing at the delicious pressure that was so delicately being applied to your clit. “I want to help you.”

You didn’t even care about who could potentially walk by and see you. All you could think about was him. To be honest, the fear of the two of you getting caught in the act just made you even more hungry for it.

Now smirking, Harry slowly began to rock your hips back and forth so your cunt was grinding against his thigh through both your sheer stockings, and your underwear. You moaned, and you tilted your head back as your eyes slipped shut.

“Ah,” Harry reprimanded, bringing a hand down to pinch one of the rounds of your ass underneath your skirt quickly. “If we’re going to do this, you keep your eyes on me, you understand?”

Your eyes shot open at the sensation of the pads of his digits clamping down around your skin, and with his ultimatum lingering, you nodded once more. “I understand.”

“Good girl.”

That had you whimpering as you bit down on your lower lip, and Harry didn’t waste anymore time in getting you to rock against his thigh again. Your fingertips dug into the material of the t-shirt he had on, but you soon found yourself clutching to it - wringing it in the palm of your hands.

“Feel good, Y/N?”

“So good,” you squeaked out, and Harry moved one of his hands down to your thigh before lifting your leg - hitching your knee against one of his hips. The change in angle had you grinding down right on your clit. It was everything you could do to keep your eyes open from how overwhelming it felt.

“Wet little cunt just grinding right against me, hm?” Harry lifted your skirt just the slightest bit so he could quickly take a peek down at where you connected before holding your eyes again. “And to think, this is just the beginning. Can’t wait to ravish you.”

You were more than thankful that he was assisting you in your movements because your legs soon started to tremble, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you hit your peak.

You, unfortunately, hadn’t been able to have an orgasm since your fight with Harry. It didn’t matter how hard you tried, your mind wouldn’t let you succumb to the pleasure you felt while using one of your toys. The anger between the two of you was at the forefront of your thoughts.

“Harry,” you breathed - earning you a hum in response. “Kiss me, please.”

Harry’s eyes traveled down to your lips at your request, and you tilted your chin up as he leaned in so you could meet his mouth, but he pulled away. Your eyebrows narrowed, but you watched as a shiteating grin pulled at the corner of his lips.

As he leaned in again, you thought he’d comply this time, but he repeated the same actions as before.

Just as you were letting out a whine in protest, his mouth found yours and your tongues were immediately tangling with each other’s. Regardless of the fact that you were currently riding his thigh, the kiss is what presented the true hunger, and pent up sexual frustration, between the two of you.

His mouth tasted of tequila, and you knew yours tasted the same considering the shot you had not too long ago. You knew he drank his tequila neat - which for some reason turned you on way more than you liked to admit.

As you felt the jumping in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs around his own, you knew that you were close to your orgasm. “Harry,” you separated from the kiss as you rested your forehead against his. “I’m about to come.”

“I can tell, darling, your perfect thighs are just shaking around me,” he teased briefly, but only enough to have your swollen clit pulsating even more, not enough to make you feel embarrassed. “C’mon, Y/N. Let me see you when you come - look me in my eyes.”

With your forehead still pressed against his, moss-colored eyes boring into your own, you mewled as your climax washed over you. You could feel your cunt so desperately wanting to cling to something as you came, but you couldn’t even dwell on it. Coming just from the little bit of grinding he had coaxed you through was enough.

“That’s it,” Harry nodded, and now he was fully taking over so he could have you still rutting against him since you were practically dead weight at this point. “Fuck, I’ve dreamt of what you would look like coming for me for so long. It was even more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined.”

His words caused a fluttering in your stomach as he slowed his movements, and your chest heaved up and down as you collapsed against his - attempting to catch your stolen breath.

“Oh my god,” you panted, licking over your bottom lip. “That was good - so good.”

Tilting your head up as you pressed your cheek against his chest, Harry leaned down to capture your mouth in a sensual kiss. You could feel one of his hands trailing up from your hip to cup your cheek, and the pad of his thumb brushed over your temple as your lips moved in synchrony.

A small smacking bounced off the brick walls surrounding the two of you as pulled away, but not far enough to where Harry couldn’t bump the tip of his nose against yours.

“You wanna get out of here? Let me take you home, and show you all the other things I’ve wanted to do?”

You nodded, as you blinked your eyes open, pulling back just a little more so you could properly look at him. “Take me home, Harry. I need you to fuck me.”

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Once Harry unlocked the door to your flat and got you inside, articles of clothing were discarded as your lips clung to each other - the two of you making your way into your room. You had told me on the ride home that you wanted to do it in your room, and he didn’t question you. You knew that he was probably aware that it was because of what you had witnessed previously.

Eventually you’d be able to be comfortable in there, but not tonight. You didn’t want anything distracting you from the big task at hand.

Before you knew it, your back was meeting your mattress in just your bra and underwear, and Harry was hovering over you in just his briefs. His eyes traced over you as both of your chests heaved - trying to catch your breath from how worked up you had gotten.

“God, you’re perfect,” Harry shook his head, raising one of his hands to palm your breast through the cup holding it. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks at his compliments, and you reached up to cradle his face in your hands.

Pulling his lips down to meet yours once again, you moved them together fluidly as he reached around to undo the clasp of your bra. You kept your mouths preoccupied as he pulled the garment away from your body - tossing it onto the floor beside your bed.

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you,” Harry smiled against you, and you pulled back enough to run your fingertips over his lips.

“I do,” you nodded, smiling up at him. “But I also really like your lips - like the way they feel on mine.”

“Yeah? My mouth might feel good against some other places on your body too.”

“You think so?” The back and forth banter between the two of you made this feel so easy. You didn’t feel any pressure in the slightest.

“I know so, but if you want to see for yourself…”

Harry trailed off, and in the blink of an eye he had the two of you flipped so that you were now straddling his torso. You yelped - planting your hands down against his defined pecs as you stabilized yourself.

“How about you take those panties off, and you come up here? Take a seat on my face,” Harry brought a hand down to snap against your ass, and you couldn’t help but moan at the tingling left in its wake.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at just his words, and you didn’t waste any time in ridding yourself of your underwear - just as he asked.

Licking over your lower lip, you crawled your way up his body slowly, and you paused while he gave attention to each of your nipples as your breasts hung in his face. He kitten licked each one for a few seconds before suctioning his lips around one of them. The pleasure was already so overwhelming, and he had hardly touched you.

You let him have a few more seconds of tending to your tits, and then you made your way all the way up - your core hovering over his face.

“Fuck,” Harry whispered as he lifted his hands for a moment, and you felt him moving your legs slightly further apart. “Look at that.”

His thumb grazed over your clit, causing your hips to stutter as you whimpered. You reached out to clutch onto the headboard while he then used both of his thumbs to spread your folds.

“You’re already dripping, Y/N,” his voice smoothed over your entire body. You were completely enraptured by him. “I bet if I talked to you a little longer, and played with your clit, that you’d be dripping all over me without me even having to put my mouth on you.”

“As much as I love hearing your filth,” you breathed, moving your other hand down to grip at his curls. “I can think of a better use for your lips and tongue at the moment.”

Harry quickly moved his hands out of the way to cup around and over the back of your thighs - his fingertips indenting the plush skin as you sat down fully on his mouth. You gasped as he immediately got to work, lapping over your weeping cunt over and over until he sealed his lips around your swollen clit.

After getting used to the feeling of him working against you, you began to rock your hips just slightly. You tightened your fingers in his hair as your head tilted back to the ceiling with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

He knew what he was doing, that much was true. You always got off quickly most of the time when it came to getting head, but it had never felt this good before. You knew that you’d be coming undone in no time, and that caused a swirling in your stomach as you realized that meant his cock would follow soon after.

“Harry,” you whined as his hands moved to grope at your ass, shoving you further up his face so the tip of his nose pressed against your clit - diving his tongue into your dripping entrance. “Holy fuck.”

Peering down, you saw that he was staring straight up at you which caused your lips to part in surprise. Emerald irises glistened as he spanked the other side of your ass that he neglected earlier, and that caused you to hunch over and rut your pussy harder against his face.

You could feel the band tightening in your lower abdomen, but you were eager to try another angle. Releasing the headboard, but still keeping your fingers tangled in his curls, you leaned your body back to rest your hand on his torso - right over his butterfly tattoo.

“Oh, yes,” you moaned, and the way you were now grinding had your clit hitting just right against his nose while his tongue pulsed in and out of you. “I’m right there.”

With just a few more rolls of your hips, your climax washed over you, and your body trembled as you tried to use all your strength to keep yourself from collapsing. Harry’s mouth was drenched in your orgasm, and he slipped his eyes shut as he tried to figure out if he would ever taste anything more sweet than you in his life.

Once you came to, you were quick to roll off, and onto your back beside him while closing your eyes. You ran a hand through the side of your hair as your other hand rested on your stomach - your legs still twitching while you continued to come down.

“Jesus, Y/N,” you heard Harry gasp, and you opened your eyes to look at him as he turned onto his side. He extended his hand out to run his fingertips over the swells of your breasts while he gave you time to recuperate a bit. “Don’t think I’m going to be able to get enough of that. You’ve got me addicted already.”

You giggled softly as you cupped his chin in your palm - brushing the pad of your thumb over his cheek. “We can do that again whenever you want. Head gets me off pretty fast, but that’s definitely the quickest I’ve ever come before. Your mouth is insane.”

“Told you,” he winked as he now hovered back over you once more. “Do you have condoms in here? I can run and get one from my room, if I need to.”

“Top drawer,” you pointed lazily to your nightstand, and as he reached over to retrieve the foil packet, you began to pull his briefs down his toned thighs.

Once his cock sprang to life, hitting against his lower stomach, you couldn’t help but make an audible noise as to how big he was - not to mention pretty. You wasted no time in wrapping one hand around him as you still worked his briefs off with the other, and you swiped your thumb over his damp tip. He was already slick with precome, and if you weren’t so eager to have him inside you, you would offer to suck him off.

“Like what you see?” Harry was now over you fully again, and you looked up to him while biting on your lower lip. You nodded as you ran your hand up and down his length.

“Should’ve known you’d be huge,” you commented. “Never seen a cock that I’d label as pretty, but here we are.”

Harry chuckled as he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth, and that caused a fresh wave of arousal to drip down the inside of your thighs. “I think you’ll like it even more once it’s pounding into you, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know,” you teased, running the tip of your tongue along the inside of your cheek. “How about you give me your worst, and we’ll find out?”

You watched as Harry’s pupils dilated, and he moved with haste to roll the rubber down his shaft - swatting your hand away. “I hope you know what you’re getting into, baby.”

“Asked you to fuck me, didn’t I? So fuck me, Harry.”

Without a second to spare, Harry guided himself into you, and he was immediately pressing in to the hilt. You groaned as you pressed your knees against him, almost up to his ribcage while you dragged your nails against his back.

“Shit,” it came out as a whimper while you looked back into Harry’s eyes, his hands gripping to your hips. “It’s tight.”

“So fucking tight, baby,” Harry echoed through gritted teeth. “Knew you would be, but you’ve got the most snug little cunt I’ve ever had. Doesn’t surprise me that you fit me so perfectly though. We’ve just been wasting time, haven’t we?”

You nodded deliriously at his words, shuddering at the combination of them and the feeling of him finally inside of you. “Doesn’t matter now. Tell me…tell me you’re mine.”

Something you’ve never seen before flashed across Harry’s eyes, and he moved one large hand from your hip to almost completely cradle one side of your face. “I’m yours, Y/N. I have been without you knowing for so long. Are you mine?”

“Yes,” you dug your nails in further as you clenched down around his length. “Yours - all yours.”

Leaning down, Harry captured you in a passionate kiss before drawing his hips back. This time he entered you at a slower rate, but once he was fully in, he jolted his hips up once more. This caused your back to arch, lips detaching as you sucked in a deep breath.

“Taking me so well, darling,” Harry crooned before you felt a hand dip between the two of you.

His long fingers separated your slit so he could get a better view of how he disappeared inside of you as he started up a heavy pace. Gathering his saliva behind his teeth, he spat down against where the two of you met, and he watched as it spread over both your parts while he continued his rhythm.

Harry then looked up to watch your tits bounce with each thrust, and he shook his head. “How is it? Talk to me.”

“Thought you were the talker,” you jousted, sending him a playful smile. “But to answer your question, you’re hitting it…every spot. You’re so good, Harry.”

“You too. You’re so good, baby. Your pussy knows just what to do with what I’m giving it.”

You moved your hands from his back to rest along the top of his ribcage. “H-Harder.”

“Harder?” Harry twitched a brow up at your request.

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

Biting down on his bottom lip, Harry pushed onto his knees and angled your hips up higher - causing your hands to fall to the creases of his elbows as his thrusts went deeper, and more rough.

“Yes,” you moved your hips to meet his movements. “Oh…oh, I’m-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt your third orgasm of the night take over, and every noise you could ever fathom got stuck in your throat.

“Oh, that’s it,” the corner of Harry’s lips curled as he felt you pulling him in further, but also trying to push him out. “Creaming all over me, Y/N. Just like that. Such a good girl.”

White covered your vision, but you could still hear and feel him, and without warning, Harry began to empty into the condom. His forehead was pressed firmly against yours, and with all the strength you had left, you tilted your chin up to give him a gentle kiss.

Clutching to each other, Harry eventually turned the two of you onto your sides while your fingertips danced all over each other’s skin.

“That…that was everything,” you spoke up first.

Harry smiled at you, and you returned it full force. “It was. But you’re everything.”

His words had you melting, and you curled further into him. “Please just reassure me that if things change now, it’ll be for the better.”

A moment of silence passed as you nuzzled your face into Harry’s neck - embarrassed at your insecurity.

“Y/N, baby,” you heard Harry’s voice, but you didn’t dare to look up. “I wasn’t just saying I was yours in the heat of the moment. I am entirely yours.”

You let it all sink in before you peered up to him again. “And I’m yours.”

With him still sheathed inside, a bit foolish you might add with the condom leaking, but neither of you cared - your mouths met in the most important kiss of the night. It was then you knew that giving yourselves over to each was the best decision you both had ever made.

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harriet13lovely · 6 days

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arrogant s.o.b

summary: based on this request - grumpy/mean Harry and readers first fight and he says something really harsh/yells and makes her cry? And then feels really bad after like grumpyxsunshine vibes?

warnings: angst

wordcount: 1.6k

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“I miss you, Harry.”

You knew you were pushing it, he was already working himself to breaking point. But you couldn’t help it, you missed your boyfriend. His break was meant to be about finding time for himself again, spending time with his loved ones. And you thought that meant being with you, not spending every day confined to the four walls of a recording studio.

“I can’t delay my entire album because you miss me.”

“I’m not asking you to delay the entire album. Just take a day off, just once.”

“Why?! For what?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Now you were both pissed off. You didn’t understand why Harry couldn’t just slow down. You’d only been able to see him in Italy for a few days, your work schedule unexpectedly busy. Part of you thought he was ‘punishing’ you for that, the sane part of you knew that his summer in Italy was his rest, and now he was back in London he needed to work. Harry’s work ethic was one of the things you admired most about him, and now you were arguing with him over it.

“Clearly it does matter.” He was stood by the door, keys in his hand, a dark scowl printed on his face.

“It’s fine, just go. Have a good day.” The hurt was evident in your voice, but you didn’t even want Harry to stay now with the atmosphere you’d created.

He hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting to stay and needing to leave. Finally, he sighed and turned to walk out the door without another word. The sound of the door swinging shut behind him echoed through the silent room, leaving you alone in your thoughts.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you sank into the sofa. You’d pushed him away when all you wanted was for him to stay. You knew you’d always come second to his career, he prioritised you over almost everything in his life but his music was so important to him. But once he finished recording, there would be interviews and appearances, then a tour, and then you’d be back here again. It was constant, unrelenting, and if he couldn’t even sacrifice one day for you, how could you expect him to slow down?

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Harry stood frozen on the other side of the door, still stuck between needing to come back in and wanting to go. It never usually got to this point, one of you would back down before someone got hurt. It wasn’t exactly healthy, but it worked for you. He hated fighting, hated seeing you upset. But he was only now realising that it was usually you that compromised. He knew you well, and for you to actually speak up and ask him to stay despite knowing how important his work is to him? He’d fucked up.

He leaned against the door, his hand gripping the handle tightly as he closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. Guilt washed over him as he replayed the conversation in his mind. He knew he needed to find a balance between his work and his relationship, but it was easier said than done.

His hand fell from the door handle as he turned on his heel, dragging his feet away from the house. If he was going to make it right, he needed to be armed with all of your favourite things.

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Harry replayed the morning in his head the entire time he was out. You’d woken up to his alarm as always, rolling over in his arms to wake him up with soft kisses. “Why do you set alarms if you know you can’t wake up for them?” you laughed, tapping at his nose as his eyes fluttered open. “Because you wake up and I get morning kisses,” he smiled, pulling you tighter to his chest.

He remembered how the morning light hit you at just the right angle, illuminating your puffy eyes and blushed cheeks. He’d caught himself wishing he could have five more minutes in bed with you, time to savour waking up next to his love. But he’d rolled out of bed in the same way as always, slipping out from under you just as you tried to curl your body around his.

You’d followed him to the bathroom silently, lingering in the doorway as you rubbed your tired eyes. “Wish I got to see you more,” you’d mumbled, eyes following his through the mirror. “You see me every day, kitten,” he’d replied, poking his tongue out when he saw you watching. He’d noticed your face fall slightly, a misty kind of sadness replace the natural glint in your eye. He cringed as he thought back, but he’d purposely ignored it to save himself the trouble.

“I see you when I wake up and just before bed,” you’d pouted, eyes glued to your suddenly fidgety hands. “I cant help that right now, pet. You know I can’t,” he’d tried to reason with you, and looking back, Harry thought maybe he was trying to convince himself. “Just a morning or an afternoon at home would be nice. Not even a full day,” you’d told him, voice cracking as you looked back up at him.

“I can’t have this conversation right now,” he’d muttered, kicking at the door until it swung closed in front of you.

And there he was now, heart struck with guilt at the thought of how badly he had neglected you.

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As he heard your keys jingle outside the door, Harry finished rearranging his purchases across the bed. He gave one final look to the flowers on your windowsill, the beautiful blush pink roses he knew you loved. It was perfect, he just hoped it would be enough.

“Hi darling,” he smiled sheepishly as he walked down the stairs.

“Hi, H,” you replied, brows knitted as you stared at him. “What are you doing?”

“Come,” Harry murmured, reaching out a hand for you to take. You dropped your bag by door and took it, fingers tangling with his as he lead you back to the bedroom.

He stopped outside the bedroom door, pulling you into his arms. “M’sorry,” he whispered into your hair. “Didn’t think about what it’s like for you. I need time with you just as much as you need it w’me.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you told him, cuddling into his chest. “Nothing to be sorry for, pet.”

“Shouldn’t have pushed you like that,” you murmured, eyes closed as you breathed in his musky aftershave.

“Gave me the push I needed. M’not good at taking time off.”

“Don’t have to tell me that,” you laughed, stepping away from him as he turned to open the bedroom door.

“Got you your perfect day,” he smiled, stepping out of the way so you could see his creation.

All your favourite snacks were laid out on the bed, your matching pyjamas folded on the corner. The most beautiful flowers you’d ever seen in your favourite vase on the windowsill, candles lit on your nightstand and a cheesy rom com loaded on the tv.

“You did all of this?” you cooed, a grin spreading across your face as your gaze turned to Harry. He nodded, pulling his t-shirt off.

“Nuh uh,” you swatted his hand away as he reached to pick up the pyjama top. “Only my perfect day if you’re topless,” you smirked, quickly peeling your clothes off to throw the pyjamas on.

You climbed into bed next to Harry, pulling the duvet up to your chin before wrapping your body around his, your head at home on his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, arms wrapped right around you.

“Made a few calls. Gonna start only doing three days at a time in the studio, then three days off,” he whispered, grinning when you immediately whipped round to look at him. “Don’t have to do that for me baby,” you gasped, brows furrowed.

“It’s the right call. Just gonna be longer days but worth it all if it means more time with you,” Harry winked, his hand caressing the curve of your waist.

You shifted upwards, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” you smiled. “And congratulations.”

Harry returned your kiss, his lips lingering just a second longer than yours had. His touch and his kisses felt like home to you, his smile your lifeblood. “To me? For what?”

“To us. For our first fight,” you giggled, holding out a hand to high-five Harry. He grabbed a hold of your hand, using it to pull you even closer to him, until your faces were only centimetres apart.

“Here’s to our first and last fight,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. His teeth latched onto your bottom lip as he went in for another kiss, the rocky waves in your stomach turning to butterflies as his tongue moved around yours.

You pulled away after a minute, settling back into his arms with a smile so bright it could have lit up the room.

“Can’t believe we started the day with you thinking your album is more important than me,” you mumbled, a mischievous sparkle in your eye as you tangled your fingers between Harry’s.

“Millions of adoring fans who’d do anything for me versus one woman? I know who I’m picking,” he teased, laughing as you smacked his thigh with your free hand.

“Maybe they were right,” you whispered, peering up at him.

“Hm?”

“About you being an arrogant son of a bitch.”

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harriet13lovely · 6 days

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I literally can’t stop thinking about riding Harry first thing in the morning. The sunlight is just barely passing through the window and his arms are wrapped tightly around you.

He’s awake and leaving small kisses all over your neck, one hand splayed across your stomach. It’s when you wake up too that you notice his arousal pressing against your back. Your legs are intertwined and you gently move your foot up and down his leg before you turn around to face him.

Harry’s curls are all over the place, but his gaze seems quite defined. Lust. Desire.

“Good morning, love.” His voice is raspy and still unused from last night’s sleep. Your lips finds his in a sloppy and short kiss. Harry’s hips press against yours, a firm reminder of what’s going through his mind. He always looks so beautiful in the first light of the morning and his bare chest is enticing you once again.

It doesn’t take long for you both to be naked, Harry sitting against the headboard and his cock filling you. Your hands caress his strong chest, fingers moving over the tattoos as you just look at each other for a long moment.

“I love you,” he whispers, hands finding your hips even in the dim light and he’s helping you move up and down on his cock. As always, it feels as if he was made for you, filling you to the brim and giving you the right amount of pleasure. Your legs press close to his hips as you support yourself on his chest, moving up and down with more speed now.

Harry’s head tips back against the headboard, revealing his beautiful neck to you. You’re quick to plant kisses along his jawline, only being interrupted by your own moans as Harry starts thrusting up into you as well. Every thrust brings you a little closer to orgasm, the tension in your abdomen building. His nimble fingers dig into the flesh of your hips and his pink lips part for a low moan as his muscles flex underneath your touch.

“M’close,” he announces briefly before his gaze is searching for yours. He loves to watch you come all over his cock and that’s the sight he wants for when he’s reaching his own high.

Just a few more thrusts and you’re both there, Harry’s head falling back against the headboard with a thump and his name echoing from your lips throughout the bedroom. His arms wrap tightly around you, pulling you flush against his chest before he plants soft kisses against the top of your head.

His cock is still twitching inside you and as you close your eyes against his chest, you let out a long breath.

“Good way to start the morning…” you mumble softly and Harry’s chest rumbles with his laugh.

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harriet13lovely · 10 days

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Passion in Tokyo*

Word count: 2280

A/n: just a japanrry fic

Content warning: smut, 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink

Tokyo welcomed us with its orderly chaos and its frenetic beauty. As we walked through the crowded streets, Harry seemed to have a secret hiding behind his playful smile. I couldn’t figure out what he was up to, but his excitement was contagious and it made me feel like I was in the middle of an amazing adventure.

Every place we visited seemed to be carefully chosen by Harry, and every look, every gesture, was full of meaning. I wondered what he was up to, but I didn’t dare ask him, fearing to ruin the magic of the moment.

When we finally arrived at the Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden, the golden light of the sunset tinged the surrounding landscape with warmth. Harry seemed engrossed in his thoughts as my heart pounded as I waited to find out what he had in store for us.

As we walked through the garden, the rustling of the leaves and the sweet scent of the flowers created an enchanting atmosphere. Harry held my hand gently, but his gaze reflected silent determination. I wondered what he was thinking as we ventured deeper and deeper into the heart of the garden.

At a certain point, we came to a romantic little bridge that crossed a quiet lake. The sunset light danced on the water, creating golden reflections that illuminated our path. Harry stopped in front of the bridge, his gaze scanned the horizon with a mixture of emotion and serenity.

My heart began to beat faster in my chest as I wondered what was about to happen. It was as if time had stopped, leaving just the two of us in a moment suspended in eternity. With a sigh, I turned to Harry, ready to face whatever fate had in store for us.

The tension in the air was palpable as we exchanged meaningful glances. Harry took a deep inhale and knelt in front of me, revealing a small box hidden in the palm of his hand. My heart leapt in my chest as my eyes filled with tears of joy and wonder.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice shaking, “ever since I met you, my life has changed in ways I never imagined. You are my light, my smile, my everything. I can't imagine spending a just a moment without you by my side. I would like to ask you... would you like to marry me?"

My hands trembled as I opened the box, revealing a gorgeous, sparkling ring. My words were lost in the tumult of emotions overflowing inside me. With a bright smile, I nodded slowly.

Harry looked at me with eyes bright with hope and love, and my breathing deepened as I watched him. The words hung in the air for an infinite moment, before they finally came out of my mouth with a sweetness I didn't know I possessed.

'Yes, Harry,' I replied with a trembling voice, 'yes, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.'

A smile of joy lit up Harry's face as he stood up and hugged me tightly. The weight of the box in his hand became a tangible sign of our commitment to each other, a symbol of our love that would last forever.

The sunset colored the sky with shades of pink and gold as we exchanged sweet promises and whispers of love. In that moment, the world around us seemed to disappear, leaving us alone in our universe of happiness and hope.

After accepting his proposal, the air around us seemed charged with electricity, as if every single molecule was impregnated with our newly recognized love. The erotic tension between us was palpable, a wave of desire that grew with each heartbeat.

We looked at each other intensely, without words, but with a profound understanding that went beyond verbal expressions. It was as if we were reading each other, revealing our innermost desires without having to utter a single word.

Slowly, our mouths came closer, attracted by an irresistible magnetism that bound us to each other. The first contact was delicate, a light touch that sent shivers along my skin. Then, the kiss became deeper, more passionate, as if we were to merge our souls into a single entity.

My hands ran down his body with a firm determination, exploring every curve, every line, as if I wanted to memorize every single detail of him. I felt the heat of his skin under my fingers, and my body burned with desire as I abandoned myself completely to him.

His lips were soft and hungry, devouring mine with an uncontainable passion. Our breaths mixed in a frenetic rhythm, as if we had to share the same oxygen to survive. It was a kiss that exuded desire, union and promises of endless love.

Our tongues intertwined in a sensual dance, exploring every corner of each other's mouths with insatiable curiosity. Every moan, every sigh, was an expression of our unquenchable passion, a language that only the two of us could understand.

In that moment, in the heart of Tokyo, under the starry blanket of the night sky, we had united not only as lovers, but as soul mates destined to walk the path of love and passion together.

After that intense moment of passion, Harry took a deep inhale, his eyes still burning with desire as he looked at me with affection. “Y/n,” he whispered huskily, “I think it's time to go to the hotel.”

His voice was full of promise and anticipation, and my heart was still beating fast in my chest as I nodded slowly, unable to speak due to the intensity of the emotions we had just shared.

With a knowing smile, we walked hand in hand towards the hotel, our pace impatient and full of expectations. Although the city around us was still in turmoil, our world was reduced to that moment, that place, the promise of a night of passion and shared love.

Once we arrive at the hotel, Harry gently closes the door behind us and turns to me with a look full of desire.

“How about waiting for daddy like a good girl on the bed?” he tells you in his usual low tone of voice.

You nod without saying anything and head to the bedroom that was separate from the rest of the suite.

You undress to just your underwear, already knowing that Harry will appreciate what you've done.

You wait what seems like a lifetime when Harry finally makes his way into the room. He has two glasses of white wine in his hand and has unbuttoned the first 4 buttons of his shirt, revealing some of his tattoos on his chest.

“I see you've been a good girl, waiting for dad only in your lingerie that he bought you” she tells you, letting out her usual mischievous smile and handing you a glass of wine.

You both take a sip from your glasses, then Harry takes yours from your hand and places both little holes on the nightstand next to the bed.

“I think it's time to celebrate.”

He lays you flat on your back and starts running his hands all over your body leaving wet kisses here and there.

“You know,” he says, they detach their mouths from your body, “when I bought this I already imagined how it would feel on you, but seeing it in person is a completely different thing. You're a fucking goddess.”

You stand there in silence, letting out a moan every now and then, it feels like your brain has turned to mush, the only thing you can think about is Harry.

Meanwhile he got dangerously close to the area where you need him most, and slowly takes off your black lace panties.

He inhales deeply as he uses his hands to open your legs. “You always smell good to me don't you? And always so wet! Who made you so wet?”

“You… it was you”

But Harry doesn't seem happy with your answer, giving you a light slap on the inside of your thigh. “I didn't hear, who made you wet?”

“You daddy, it was you!”

“Good girl,” he tells you, leaving a wet kiss near your crotch. “Since you were a good girl I think you deserved a present.”

With the help of his thumbs he opens your pussy lips, and smiles when he sees your clit already erect and smooth with your excitement.

He doesn't wait a second longer and dives into your pussy, licking your clit first, making tight circles with his tongue, and then he draws licks that go from your hole to your clit.

Harry was so good at giving head, the best you've ever been with. The little grunts he let out when he tasted your nectar straight from the source turned you on even more.

With his hands you grab his hair and pull him closer to you as you ride his face.

In the room the only noises that can be heard are your moans and the wet sound of Harry's tongue meeting your pussy.

He moves his mouth away from your center and you moan at the loss of contact. “I think she's ready to take daddy's cock now, don't you?”

“Yes, yes daddy, I need you, I need your cock.”

Smiling at your words Harry quickly strips off his clothes and you can finally see his cock, standing with the red tip already dripping with precome.

“How do you want me, pretty girl?”

“I want to be on top.”

“Go pretty girl, ride me.”

Harry sits on the bed with his back against the headboard of the bed, spreading his legs slightly and stroking his cock.

You slowly sit on his cock, it was big and long and despite the several years you were together at the beginning you always had a little difficulty taking it.

“Such a tight pussy for daddy, isn't it? You always hold me so good.” Harry tells you, looking at the place where the two of you are connected.

When you sit on his hips, with his cock buried deep inside you, both of you moan enjoying this moment of intimacy.

After you adjust to the size of him you start to move on top of him, placing your hands on his pecs for leverage, but Harry takes your left hand and kisses your ring finger, where the ring is placed.

“You look so beautiful, riding me naked with just this sparkly ring. I still can't believe you said yes to me."

You smile at his words. “I will always say yes Harry, today, tomorrow and always”

He crosses your left hand with his, and with his other hand he takes you from behind the neck and dives on your lips, bringing you to a kiss full of love and passion.

He feels your hips start to slow down and he can tell you're getting tired, so he places your hips flat on the bed and meets your hips with upward thrusts.

You moan into his mouth in response, and he brings his hands to the cheeks of your ass, first leaving two smacks, and then taking a cheek in each hand and starts railing you harder.

“God, you feel so fucking good” he moans in your ear.

The sounds in the room were highly pornographic, the noise of your wet pussy being pummeled by Harry's cock was the only sound that could be heard, other than your moans and a few grunts from Harry.

“I feel your pussy squeezing me, are you ready to come for me love?” he tells you gently, a stark contrast to the thrusts inside you.

“Uh… yes, I need to come, make me come daddy please, I want to come with you” you whine.

“You know what the rule is, love, you come first. So come on, let me feel that pussy coming holding me so hard.

With three more thrusts from Harry you finally feel your orgasm hit you like a train. Your legs begin to tremble and you feel the muscles in your abdomen contract.

“Just such a beautiful girl, cumming so hard on daddy's cock. Do you want me to fill you with my cum? Is that what you want?"

You nod frantically as you catch your breath. “Yes daddy, I want you to fill me with your cum, I want to feel full.”

And so after a few more thrusts you feel Harry's hot sperm filling your insides, and you stop with your head on his chest listening to the pounding rhythm of his heart. Our breaths mix in a relaxed rhythm, as we enjoy the stillness after the passion.

“You are so special to me, Y/n,” Harry murmurs in a soft voice, his fingers gently stroking my hair.

I hold myself closer to him, his warmth wrapping around my body like a security blanket. “And you mean everything to me, Harry,” I reply with a tender smile. “I couldn't have imagined a better night.”

We get lost in our thoughts, relaxed and fulfilled by the deep connection we share. The air around us is filled with a sense of peace and serenity, as if the whole world had stopped to allow us to enjoy this moment of happiness.

With a delicate kiss on the forehead, Harry holds me even closer, and I close my eyes, completely immersing myself in the feeling of being loved and protected in his arms. In that moment, there is nothing but the two of us and our love, an island of calm and happiness amid the chaos of the outside world.

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hi i was wondering if you might consider writing a mmf threesome one shot! i love your writing so much 💗

a night to remember (aka threesome)***

(Mmf threesome)-Harry x Y/N x Tyler

Summary: You and Harry want to try something new in bed, for example, inviting a third. It's a man from bar, and it turns into one of the craziest nights you've had in a while.

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: MMF threesome, 18+ , P in v sex, throat fucking, overstimulation, spanking, breast slapping, pussy slapping, fingering, oral sex(m and f receiving), creampie, daddy kink. Some aftercare, a lot of degradation and mean words, but the mc is alright with it.

(I think these are all, let me know if you find anything more)

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It had been a generous offer.

Given, he had been eyeing both of them. And that was exactly what he got.

Tyler was sitting two stools away from Harry and you. Ever since you entered the bar for drinks on a friday night, you had noticed his subtle gazes in your direction,

So, you both decided to approach him.

You and Harry loved experimenting. Whether it was with different toys or positions, you two had a crazy sex drive.

But the aspect of having a third in your bed was new and thrilling.

At first, you thought of inviting another one of your friends who would be interested.But when you asked one of them, they got weirded out. It occurred to you that it might make things awkward, or even worse, ruin your friendship forever.

So, you and Harry decided to try something different – picking up a stranger from a bar. It felt like a risky move, but the thrill of it only added to the excitement.

As you sat at the bar, sipping your drinks and scanning the room for potential candidates, Harry leaned in close, his voice low and husky. "Feeling nervous, love?"

You chuckled nervously, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. "A little bit. But in a good way. How about you?"

Harry's eyes sparkled as he shrugged casually. "I'm always up for an adventure, especially with you."

Just as you were about to reply, a figure caught your eye from across the room. He was tall, with a confident stance and lips that you wanted to kiss so badly. Without a word, you nodded towards him, and Harry followed your gaze, his eyebrows raising in question..

"Think he'd be up for it?" you whispered, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest.

Harry flashed you a wicked grin. "Only one way to find out."

With that, you both made your move, and it turned out to be one of those nights that made your toes curl and pussy wet just thinking about it.

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As soon as Tyler walked through the bedroom door, the sexual tension was palpable. You could feel your heart racing as you looked at both men, imagining all the things they could do to you. Harry and Tyler wasted no time, immediately pulling you into a passionate kiss, their hands roaming all over your body.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look so fucking hot tonight,” Harry groaned as he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire.

Tyler nodded in agreement, his eyes locked on your body. “Yeah, you're making me so hard right now, fuck–” he said.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at their words. You were the center of their attention, and it made you feel so desired. Without any hesitation, you started undressing, wanting to feel their hands on your naked skin.

You pulled off your skirt, revealing your thighs to the hungry men above you. Harry trailed his hands up your thighs, and Tyler spread them open.

“So pretty for us, aren’t you?” He praised, and you could feel yourself blushing.

Harry leaned in and kissed your neck, nibbling at the soft skin and you tilted your head sidewards to give him better access. Tyler kissed your thighs, peppering kisses from your knees to your inner thighs, making your heartbeat rise.

But, then, Harry pulled off and stood up. He got off the bed and sat back on the armchair

You both looked up at him in question, and he said, “I want to watch you both for a while.”

You both looked at each other, and he spoke up again, “It’s alright. Dow whatever you want/. Wanna see how horny you both are for each other’”

His eyes met with you, and he nodded once again. You licked your lips, looking back at Tyler who had his hands on your thighs, and for one last time, you looked back at Harry.

Harry didn’t seem upset. He had a cruel smirk on his face

So, you decide to give in.

Sloppy, desperate kisses are exchanged between you both, hunger dripping down from your pussy with each move. He’s grinding against you–his pelvis is right above yours, his cock pushing just right to your clit, making you grind up till you both moan in unison, the minimal friction feeling so good.

Your clothes were discarded, hungry mouths claiming each other just like Harry wanted. He was watching you from the armchair, smirking, admiring–anything that he was getting from it.

He pulled your bra off, unhooking the clasp and throwing it beside the bed His hands grabbed your boobs, fondling the flesh beneath his palms as he groped you, making your head fall back. His thumbs swiped over your nipples, the cold air in the room hardening them and making you more and more desperate.,

He fondled your chest for a minute or two, before lowering his hot, wet mouth and taking your right nipple into his mouth.

God, it was so hot.

His tongue swirled over your erect bud, the texture of his tongue on your sensitive skin making you squeeze your legs together, your arousal building more and more with each passing moment.

That was when you heard a quiet groan from the side, That was when your gaze went to Harry, his hand palming his erection over his boxers.

He had taken his clothes off, and you hadn't noticed.

You bit your lip, making eye contact with him. He smirked, as if reading the question that was written on your face, asking if he was really okay with all this.

He nodded, his eyes seeming calm and full of lust. Tyler moved lower, after your nipples were smeared in his spit and your pussy was a mess.

He kissed down your stomach, biting and licking some flesh here and there. You threw your head back, his mouth blowing air just over the wet patch in your panties.

“Someone's a little desperate” he teased, and you could only sigh in response. The fabric of the underwear was sticky, sticking to your pussy and it made you want to pull it off so he can put his mouth on you as quickly as possible.

But you couldn’t. Not when you knew who was in charge.

So, you grind your hips upward, angling them to try and reach his teasing mouth. He responded with another shit–eating grin, making you groan in frustration.’”Seems our little princess is a little too desperate here, Harry”

Tyler said, and you could hear the chair shifting, signaling Harry had gotten up.

He walked to the bed, and got on it, his hands reaching for your thighs.

He smoothened his hands between your legs, making goosebumps rise. His rings always made you shiver, and today was no exception.

“She’s a brat. Can’t go one day without disobeying her daddy, can she? Can’t even have some patience, can you?”

His words were followed by a sudden spank to your pussy, which made you jolt.

“Oh fuck…” you cursed, trying to close your legs together. But Harry had a firm grip on them, and you were helpless.

They both smirked at that. A wet noise erupts from between your thighs with the spank.

“Jesus Christ. So fucking wet”

Tyler moaned and used his index finger to pull the crotch of your panties to the side. The stickiness followed, connecting a string to the wet fabric.

He brought his other hand between your legs, spreading your lips apart and taking a look at your swollen clit.

He swiped a finger across it next. Swiping a pool of your wetness off you, and pushing the finger into his mouth.

He sucked it, closing his eyes and moaning at your taste.

“Good fucking girl” he praised, before swiping another stripe of your wetness, and this time, the finger went inside your mouth.

He tapped your lips, urging them to open, and then pushed them inside. You swirled your tongue around them, tasting yourself.

You were engrossed in sucking his fingers off, while Harry pulled your panties down, closed your thighs back again, and pulled your legs up by your feet, and landed a sharp spank directly on your clit.

“Oh fuck–fuck”

You bit his fingers due to the sudden hit, and he pulled them off, looking at you in defeat.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Couldn’t even suck properly”

Harry taunted, and another sharp, hard spank landed right between your legs.

You cried out, and soon, Tyler was spanking you as well.

“After all this time, I would think that was something that dirty mouth of yours could do properly…” his words were punctuated by spanks from both the men above you, and your clit was oozing wetness at an unforgivable pace. “--But no. Just a dirty brat, who’s good for nothing”

“Daddy–fuck!” you cursed, hips lifting off the bed as he landed a rather cruel spank just above your clit. It was buzzing with pleasure and pain, and the next spanks were accompanied by squelching noises from how wet you had gotten.

But that didn’t stop them.

Harry held onto your ankles, striking your pussy, while Tyler took his own clothes off.

He took a look at your face, and there were tears pooling at the corners of your eyes.

“That'll teach you to be a good girl?” Tyler asked, and you couldn’t help but nod.

“Yes–yes, daddy, yes! Please, do–do something, I’m–”

“I’m what?” Harry said, and you were on the verge of crying from how bad you wanted to be fucked, to have your pussy licked, sucked on.

“Daddyy–” you cried, and his hand landed on your ass again.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“No, no–daddy, please, please–”

“Please?”

“Please fuck–fuck me!” you said finally, and he smoothed your stinging thighs, putting your legs back down as Tyler spread them open once again.

“Good, now say, “You’re a needy little slut for daddy””

You huffed, but knew that you had to do what they told you to. Or you won’t get fucked tonight.

“Daddy–” you began to speak u[, looking at both of them.

“I–I am a–I am a needy little slut for you, Daddy”

“Attagirl!” they both praised, and soon, Tyler latched his mouth to your pussy.

His tongue licked upwards from your tight hole to your clit, wiggling it around and making you whimper loudly.

“Feels good? Harry asked, and you nodded, taking his arm in yours and intertwining your fingers.

He kissed your swollen mound next, his tongue coated in your arousal as he looked up at you devilishly, before spreading your pussy apart and delving right in once again.

He rolled your clit on his tongue, gently sucking and bringing the swollen bundle of nerves inside his mouth.

“Oh fuck, Fuck–Tyler, yeah, just like that–fuck!” you took hold of his hair, grabbing the short lengths and guiding him deeper.

Your back arched as he flicked his tongue around your clit once again, more of your arousal oozing out, while he drank it all up, seemingly addicted with your taste.

“Taste so good…” he trailed off, focusing back on your little hole, bringing his finger to your pussy and pushing one digit in.

At the same time, Harry turned and straddled your chest. His boxers were off, and his hard erection was standing proudly right over your face.

Tyler pushed his finger in, curling it at just the right spot, making your toes curl. Harry held your chin and forced you to look into his eyes, which were still droopy and slightly drunk.

“You’re gonna suck daddy off like a good girl? Hm? Take all of me down that pretty throat of yours?”

He asked, and you could feel Tylr slowing down beneath to let you talk to Harry. You nodded, bringing your hands up and taking his length in your hand.

Harry groaned at the contact, his tip painfully read and oozing precum. You lifted your head up to suck him off properly, and he picked up a couple of pillows, pushing them beyond your head to give you a better angle so that your neck wouldn't ache from the strain.

Even in the most sensitive situations, he never failed to take care of you.

You smiled up at him at this gesture, swirling your tongue around the tip, a slow “fuck” escaping his lips at it, his cock oozing precum at the contact.

“Fuck–” you cursed too, flattening your tongue properly and licking a stripe from the tip to the base of his cock, till his trimmed hair.

“Yeah, good–good girl” he praised, and you nodded. You began swirling your tongue around him, but it was difficult ot concentrate with three fingers fucking your tight pussy continuously, the pads of his fingers bruising against your soft, spongey g spot each time.

Harry knew he had to take control.

So, he grabbed your head, collecting your hair and holding them in a makeshift ponytail, angling your head higher up. You looked up at him with teary eyes, and he looked at you in concentration.

“Stick your tongue out. Properly”

He instructed, and you took a moment or two, before pulling your tongue out and flattening it.

“See? You mouth isn’t so useless after all”

He taunted, but you didn’t care. All you wanted to do was make him feel good.

“Filthy little thing.” he said, before holding his cock and holding it right above your tongue. You wanted to suck on it, but you knew better.

“Hold still”

He began hitting your tongue with his tip, his precum staining your cheeks with each hit. You moaned at the taste, your mouth watering for more.

He chuckled at your eagerness and pulled back, leaving your tongue hanging in the air. “Patience” he said, a devilish grin on his face.

You could feel his hot breath on your face as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “I want to hear you beg for it.” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You didn’t need any further encouragement. “Please, let me taste you, daddy, please.” you pleaded, your voice shaking and jaw aching slightly

He let out a deep, satisfied sigh and finally allowed you to take him in your mouth. You moaned as he filled your mouth, his length stretching your jaw. You began to suck and lick eagerly, your tongue tracing every vein and ridge.

He watched the filthy sight with his eyes. Your eyes were still begging to be shut because of how good it felt between your legs, yet your desire to please him was betraying it.

He groaned and tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding your head back and forth. “That’s it, just like that. Suck me harder.” he commanded.

You nodded, humming lowly, wet, nasty sounds of your throat being fucked filling the air.

“That’s it. Jesus–take my cock in that hot little mouth of yours”

He egged you on while you did your best, your fist coving the length that your mouth couldn’t reach. His hips began stuttering, his pace halting as he tried to edge himself.

But you wanted to make him cum.

So, you sucked harder. You took your hand off, trying to deep throat him. You succeeded and pulled back quickly with a gag.

“Easy, easy,” he said, but you didn’t want to.

You reached down and took his balls in your mouth, swirling your tongue around each of them, and taking each in your mouth and sucking at it hard.

“That’s it–oh fuk”

You returned to his cock, taking him in once again and tightening your throat around him. You were so close to making him cum, until he grabbed your hair and pulled your eager mouth off his cock, a string of saliva still connecting them

“Dirty brat. Told you to listen, didn’t I?”

He looked down at you with dark eyes, and you nodded. You looked up at him with doe eyes, tear-stained cheeks and drool all over your face, and he couldn’t be mad at you when you looked like that, could he? “Tyler, switch places, will you? I want to fuck that tight little pussy”

Tyler let your pussy go, pulling his 4 fingers out that he had managed to get in. You whined and whimpered at the loss of contact, but your attention was now focused on how they were going to use you next.

Harry traveled down your body slowly, using his index finger to swipe your folds. You sat there, helpless and desperate, waiting for them both.

Tyler came and sat above you, straddling your chest like Harry had before. He positioned his throbbing dick at your mouth, guiding the tip to your parted lips.

You looked directly into his eyes, opening wide open for him, while he guided his length inside you, the taste of his precum staining your tongue.

At the same time, as if in sync, Harrt spread your lips open, licking a stripe from your tight entrance to your clit. He spit right on it, making you shiver.

He then guided his length to your folds, and you used your hands to spread yourself open for him, while he guided his tip inside, and you both groaned as he pushed himself in.

“Christ. So tight–pussy’s so good” he praised, and you closed your eyes. His cock slipped inside your mouth, and you sighed as it quickly hit the back of your throat.

“Jesus–yes, oh fuck. Her mouth’s so good” he guided his fingers in your messy hair, angling your mouth up and making you choke on him, “yeah, good, good,” he praised when you gagged. Harry was pounding into you, and you could feel his thighs slapping against yours as he kept fucking you harder and harder. Tyler was fucking your face with deep, rough thrusts, making your throat feel like it was being slammed into, used like it was made for it.

Harry notices your bouncing tits, nipples hard and begging for attention.

He reaches down and grabs one, twisting it in his hands and making you scream.

“Ah, oh–” you say, Tyler’s cock slipping out of your mouth. Harry repeats it on the other one as well, twisting your nipple like he wants, before slapping each breast harshly.

“Oh god Harry”

You can’t comprehend what's going on anymore. You once again, let his cock slip from your mouth,and you know he’s going to punish you for it now.

“Little cunt. Can’t even keep sucking properly, can you?” Tyler taunts, and you can hear Harry chuckle.

“I know, A dumb brain without sense. You would have to use your mouth as you like, or she’s useless. Except this cunt. It’s working all right”

Their taunts and degrading words make you whimper, the nasty things making you wetter. Harry grips your thighs and pulls them up, angling himself deeper and eliciting another moan from your pretty, swollen lips.

“Good god, yeah, pussy’s good” he praises, and Tyler grabs your head once again, opening your mouth and pulling your tongue out.

You look up at him like a dumb puppy, and it’s a minute or so before he spits thickly right on your tongue, watching as it dribbles down your throat. He murmurs a few curses, before pushing his two fingers in your mouth, fucking you with his digits.

Wet, choking sounds come out of your mouth, his fingers brushing the back of your throat with each thrust. Tears are pooling inside your eyes, mascara stained on your cheeks while he uses your throat as he wishes.

“Good, now choke like that around my cock instead”

His fingers pull out and are replaced with his much bigger length. You open your mouth as wide as you can, flattening your tongue out and getting ready for him to fuck your mouth.

He readjusts himself, gripping your head tightly and looking down at you.

“If it gets too much, tap my thigh”

You nod, and he raises his eyebrows.

“Yes–yes, Daddy”

He smirks after, guiding his tip inside.

Your hot tongue runs on the underside of his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat once he bottoms out.

“Fuck–yeah, keep it there, keep it there, yeah”

You try as best as you can, counting numbers in your mind., It’s a mere 7 seconds before you choke and gag around him, and he pulls out,

He pushes back in after you’ve taken a breath, and this time, he didn’t hold back.

He shoved your face back down on him, your throat contracting around him and drool running down your chin.

You gripped onto his thighs, his grunts and groans filling your ears as his thrusts became more and more desperate. His precum was dribbling down inside your mouth, your throat full of how he tasted.

“Fuck, you're so pathetic,” he growled, his grip tight in your hair. :You love being used, don't you? You're just a dirty little slut. Letting a stranger use your mouth for his own pleasure”

You moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down Tyler's spine. He could feel you struggling to breathe once again, but he didn't care.

He pulled your head back, only to slam back inside once again, your spit mixing with his arousal.

He could feel your tears mixing with your saliva, mascara running down your cheeks. It only turned him on more.

“Take it all, you filthy little slut” he hissed, his hips thrusting up to meet your mouth. “You're nothing but a fucktoy for me to use however I want.”

You nodded, but could barely make any sound as you choked on his cock, but you didn't want it to end. You loved the feeling of being completely at his mercy, of being used and degraded.

Tyler's thrusts became more erratic as he neared his release. He could feel your throat constricting around him, trying to push him out, but he fought against it. He wanted to finish soon, and he was using your throat just perfectly.

“Can–can I cum on your tits?” he asked you, and you tried to look at Harry.

It wasn’t talked about before, so he thought that cuming on your tits would be best.

“Yeah, do it–”

Harry answered from behind, and he nodded, thrusting in once or twice into your mouth before he pulled out, his cock leaking like a faucet.

He came all over your chest, thick ropes of his cum landing on your throat, your nipples, and some of it on the bedding below. He gripped his cock tightly, stroking it furiously and emptying all of his load on you.

“Jesus Christ, fuck, fuck fuck fuck–” he cursed, getting himself off on you, and that was when Harry thrust in hard into your pussy, making you scream and grip the sheet slightly.

“Forgot about me?” he asked, and you shook your head in no. Tyler was now laid down beside you, eyes closed and in the afterglow of his orgasm.

He had cum a lot.

“No, no Daddy--”

You answered after looking at him, and he grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs to your chest, angling his cock deeper into your quivering cunt, before pulling out.

“Shh, baby girl. Daddy knows what you need.”

Harry’s deep voice sent shivers down your spine as he positioned himself between your legs. His cock was already rock hard, leaking and throbbing. and you could feel it pressing against your sensitive entrance.

“Please, daddy, I need you inside me,” you begged, your pussy was so needy and wet. You hadn’t cum once tonight, and it was driving you crazy.

Harry brought his fingers to your slit, swiping his fingers up and down your folds, making you whimper.

He began scissoring his fingers between your legs, rubbing between his fingers against your cit, stroking your sensitive pussy with each thrust. It egged you on, your hips twitching as you came for the first time that night, wellness dribbling down from between your legs and onto the bed sheets below. Harry didn’t stop till you had given him all, your hips slowly grinding on his hand.

“Good girl”

.Harry smirked and placed a soft kiss on your lips before slowly positioning himself and pushing himself inside you. You let out a loud moan as he filled you completely, his thick cock stretching you in the most delicious way.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” Harry groaned, his hips starting to move in a steady rhythm. Each thrust was deep and hard, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Yes, daddy, just like that. Harder, please,” you begged, your nails digging into his back. Your pussy was overstimulated, clit still buzzing from the previous orgasms you had. But his cock felt so damn good, you didn’t want to stop.

Harry’s grip on your ankles tightened as he pounded into you, his thrusts becoming more relentless and rough.

“You’re such a good girl, taking all of Daddy’s cock like a champ,” Harry growled, his voice filled with lust and dominance. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge once again, the last orgasms of the night making your stomach twist,, your body shaking as Harry’s cock hit all the right spots inside you.

“I’m going to cum, daddy,” you moaned, your walls clenching around him.

“Cum for me again., give me all you’ve got, princess”

Harry’s thrusts became even faster and harder, pushing you over the edge as you screamed his name.

“Daddy–daddy oh fuck”

Harry slapped your breasts, your back arching and hips angling deeper as he groaned, his orgasms washing over him.

He continued to pound into you until he reached his own release, filling you with his hot seed. His cum released deep inside you, a warm, bubbly feeling invading your senses as you felt the familiar warmth of his hot seed inside you. His hips stilled as he finished cuming, his cock now softening in your swollen, abused hole.

Your bodies were both covered in sweat as you collapsed onto the bed, both of you breathing heavily. “That was amazing, baby girl,” Harry said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Only with you, daddy,” you replied, a satisfied smile on your face.

Tyler watched it all from beside, knowing just how much smitten you were for each other.

"Are you okay, love?" Harry murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. His concern was evident in his voice and the tender way he held you.

You nodded, feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment wash over you. "Yeah, I'm good," you whispered, snuggling closer to him.

Tyler leaned in, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "You were amazing, Y/N," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

You smiled, feeling a warm flush of pleasure at his words. "Thanks, Tyler," you replied, turning to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Eventually, Tyler left and you and Harry did your aftercare routine, having a rich bubble bath and giggling, talking about the night as you sat with your back against his chest, happy and satisfied.

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DRIVE ME WILD | Part 1

Plot: You, a cart girl, meet CEO of Pleasing Harry Styles at the country club you work at. He's here for a game of golf but after a brief interaction with you, he's left wanting a hell of a lot more.

Sexual Content: spit, praise, dirty talk, fingering (f receiving) and protected sex outdoors. For an 18+ audience only. Word Count: 9.8k

DRIVE ME WILD | Part 2

DRIVE ME WILD | Part 3

Your hands are freezing, but given that today is exceptionally warm, you'll take all the relief you can get. You've got eight hours of pure sunshine ahead of you, so you should really make the most of your hands in ice filling up the cooler for the cart while you can.

Life as a cart girl has its peaks and valleys. You get to be outside a lot, something you love, and the members of the golf club that have become your regulars tip you well, something you love a lot more.

You need the money badly, with student loans piled high, no dream job in marketing as of yet and an apartment that's forever needing fixed, so you work here in New York at Cherry Creek Country Club nine hours a day, six days a week.

It's an easy job that pays good money, which is made better with the generous tips that you try and put away in your savings for a rainy day. You arrive at 8am, spend thirty minutes setting everything up and then you drive onto and around the course where you hang about all day serving refreshments to the players when they need it, talking and charming your way into getting that extra cash.

It's eight hours of that, then thirty minutes to pack everything away, and after that off you drive home in your own car that's on its last legs. A plume of black smoke follows you wherever you go in that damn hunk of junk, but at least that doesn't happen on the course.

You've been a cart girl since your college days that started six years ago, and you've been a graduate for two of those. You studied Business and Marketing at Syracuse, the dream job and goal to land yourself a career in this field by working for a company that's booming. There's a list of them in your mind from doing copious research for not only your studies, but from applying for internships and jobs too.

None of your applications have been successful. You're twenty-four and still here at the course and not some fancy high-rise in New York, but you're a firm believer in everything happening for a reason. You'll get where you need to be eventually when the time is right. The stars will align and all that jazz.

With the cooler full of various drinks both alcoholic and non on ice, you carry the box to your white cart parked up outside. The sun is scorching already, today destined to be fiercely hot.

You're dressed for the weather, with a white polo collared mini sundress on your torso, and your black bum bag clipped around your waist carrying enough change for the hundred dollar bills you'll likely end up with. These players don't carry anything less, but you're used to it now.

Your cart sits parked by the doors outside of the clubhouse, all players passing through there to get onto the course. There's a bar and café inside too, as well as restrooms and lockers, but most members hover in the building after their game; too keen to get started on it.

There's a few people on the course right now, however not too many given it's a Thursday morning. Most of the members will either be at work or doing some other rich guy hobby they have for the day, but you catch the sound of a couple more arrivals walking out of the clubhouse that you now walk towards.

Carrying the heavy cooler, you're too focused on looking at the ground to pay attention to who they are. If they know you and you know them, they'll call you by your name for you to look up, and they'll give you a smile. If they know you well enough, though, they'll know not to bother you. You're a klutz and it's best that you concentrate on not dropping the box full of ice and glass. You've done it more times than you'd like to admit.

With your eyes to the grey and cream gravel crunching beneath your white sneakers, it's not until the last second that you hear another set of footsteps right in front of you do you look up.

You're a few too late, though. The cooler box and your hands holding it meet a torso that bounces back harshly from the bashing, just like you do.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, sir!" You rush out as you regain your balance and look around in panic, praying your boss isn't around to see that, "I wasn't watching where I was walking and I-"

Your mouth snaps shut the moment you finish your quick glance of checking to see if your manager is lurking in any nearby surroundings, because you've been met by the prettiest smile you've ever seen. One that belongs to none other than Harry Styles.

You haven't seen his face here before, but you know it. You know him. He's the CEO of Pleasing, a cosmetics company that started up and took off to incredible highs in your last year of college.

Mr. Styles became a multi-millionaire within the first few months of him launching the business. They sell an array of products and apparel that have a chokehold on so many, and the success of that has put him in good standing with some of the titans of the beauty industry that have been in the game for years.

You'd applied for an internship at Pleasing straight out of college, wanting nothing more than to get involved with such a successful business that sold products and had a message that you adored. You never did hear back, an understandable thing in this world, but you were still a little salty about it.

That hasn't stopped you from buying a new product any time they do their quarterly launches, though...

He straightens himself up from the bump and laughs a little. Whether that reaction is from your garbled apology or the fact you've closed your mouth with invisible duct tape, you're not sure.

"No apologies necessary, love. I wasn't watching where I was going either." His voice is calm, his accent raspy and British. Your kryptonite.

Harry steps to the side and creates a path for you, his hand gentlemanly gesturing out for you to walk by with his smile just as bright and pretty as it was before, "To prevent another calamity."

You feel your skin burning up under his intense gaze, eye contact clearly something he's great at as well as being so damn good looking. You're nodding and walking by before he can clock on to the fact your face is as pink as the beanie on his head, desperate to keep some semblance of dignity in tact.

Reaching the cart, you set the cooler in its slot ready to unpack but talk yourself into turning around first, convinced that there'll be a large enough distance between you both now that Harry won't see you looking. He won't see you either because he himself won't have turned around. He's here for a game of golf.

Your theories prove wrong on both counts. Harry can see you, and he is turned around; his grin bright and eyes somehow piercing even thirty or so yards away.

He's at the tee-off with his white glove-covered hand gripping the handle of his club — something that he uses like a cane to prop himself up while he waits for his caddy, who busies themselves sorting out his bag — and he simply stares. It's not lewd or gross. It doesn't give you the ick.

It does make you fly back around fast though, any more movements from you stopped. It's like you're in Jurassic Park, and you're listening to the wise words of sexy Sam Neill telling you to stay still so the T-Rex doesn't eat you.

Not that you'd mind in this case...

You decide the best thing to do is to pretend you haven't seen him at all, that there's been no incident whatsoever. You've got a job to do and while that job probably means you'll probably see him again shortly if he wants a drink or a snack, you can put your game face on and get through it. Right?

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

Wrong.

Your body runs both hot and cold at the sound of Harry calling on you. You didn't hear footsteps, obviously too caught up in talking to yourself to listen.

You do know that there's no one else around, though. You're the only cart girl on until Alyssa comes in at 1pm, and everyone else is either on the course or in the clubhouse.

You turn around slowly, your fingers and toes are internally crossed that there is someone else around that he's asking for and you're simply oblivious to them, but as your shitty luck today would have it, there isn't. It's just you and Harry and from the way he looks at you, he's happy that that's the case.

"I'm sorry to bother you, I know you're busy setting up." He oozes charm and charisma, your body stiff from panic relaxing like you're living in an oasis of lavender and vanilla.

It's what he smells like, too; two average scents that are anything but that emanating from him, "I left my water bottle in my car. Any chance you could open up for me, please?"

You choke on the breath you didn't realise you were holding, Harry's eyes widening a little as you cough a couple of times, "Excuse me?"

"The cart." He gestures his non-glove wearing hand to the vehicle behind you, the body part large and ring-clad with prettily painted nails, "Do you mind if I buy a drink?"

Realisation dawns, your mind leaving the gutter it had slipped down into, "Oh. Of course, yeah. Right away, sir."

You turn around again fast, feeling Harry's eyes watch you as you move around to reach for the cooler. You don't have everything set up properly yet, so he'll have to make do with what you've currently got.

"Sir isn't necessary, ma'am." He speaks up, your movements paused. You face him again and find his eyes flitting up from god knows where, but they land on your own and crinkle sweetly thanks to his smile, "My name's Harry."

Your stomach swarms from not only the politeness he gives by calling you ma'am, the word sounding so much hotter with his accent, but from hearing him say his own name, too. Harry. It suits him, but he's got the kind of face where any name would. He'd make it his.

You gesture to your name badge, Harry's eyes reading the black writing against the gold background, "Ma'am isn't necessary either."

He meets your gaze again, and your own smile now appears which he seems to like. You step to the side and gesture to the cooler sitting open, your attention on it now.

"I've not got the cart ready yet, but I can promise whatever you choose will taste just as good as if it was."

"I bet." He hums, a hint of something in his tone now as he steps forward until he's right by your side, looking into the box as well, "What would a woman of your expertise recommend on a day as gorgeously warm as this?"

You glance at the bottles, all of them a bit of a blur because he pays them no mind now. You can feel Harry staring at you, patiently waiting for an answer, but you're stumped. Harry has you stunned; six years of this job flying out the window to the point where you feel like a newbie. Actually no, you feel like a damn schoolgirl with a crush.

"I'd lose the beanie and jumper for a start." You give him the side-eye and blurt out, wishing your lips were still sealed like they were before.

Harry doesn't though, not from the way he laughs loudly. The sound is rich and earthy and enough to make you join in, too. He's just got one of those laughs. It's as contagious as his smile, a smile you now can't help but give your undivided attention to.

"Don't you like them?" He faux pouts, his tone teasing.

You look at the hot pink woolly beanie on his head, finding a few chocolate curls poking beneath the rolled-up brim that look soft and sweet, before flitting your eyes to the grandad-style jumper on his lean torso; a mix of different shades of brown with rolled up sleeves and a white polo shirt worn underneath.

They're simple pieces, pieces that shouldn't really go, but they do. Harry makes them work so much so you're contemplating running out to buy the same things to wear together yourself, although you know they wouldn't look quite so good on you, nor anyone else who would try to emulate his look.

"They're alright. Not quite golfing-in-the-peak-of-summer appropriate, though." You shrug, just as surprised as Harry is by your sudden burst of confident cheekiness.

Harry clicks his tongue as he gives you a half-smile, the sight as cheeky as your shrug was, "And what would be appropriate?"

Nothing you’re thinking about.

"You're asking a cart girl for fashion advice?"

He shrugs now, his arm rising to rest on top of the cart's roof as he looks down at you through lidded eyes; his smile lazy, "Why wouldn't I when you've done such a stunning job on yourself?"

Well, this has taken a turn.

You open your mouth, but close it again, repeating this a few more times until Harry laughs lightly and you're broken out of the daze. He's still looking at you, his eyes roaming the length of your body unabashedly, and it's making you squirm.

"Weren't you thirsty?" You accuse, feeling the need to get him his drink and get him away playing his game before you do or say something that will get you in trouble.

Harry nods, his bottom lip hiding behind his front teeth released with a pop and into a smirk.

“I was. I am more than ever now." He nudges his chin towards the cooler, not severing eye contact with you an ounce, "I'll take a Corona, please."

You nod and take out a cold bottle, popping the cap with a bottle opener that's attached to the keychain on your bumbag, "It's five o'clock somewhere, right?"

"I'm feeling risky today." He winks with his grin still intact, soon fishing in the back pocket of his navy slacks for his wallet.

He pulls out a hundred dollar bill and extends it your way. You take it with a smile, unzipping your bag to grab his change.

"Keep it." You look up to find the bottle top paused at his lips, a firm but friendly look in his eye that tells you not to argue, "For the fashion advice..."

His reasoning makes you smirk, but watching Harry now take a sip makes that expression fade fast. Your focus instead hones in on the way his plush, pink lips purse around the top of the bottle, how his sharp jaw tightens as he drinks from it, the way the veins in his neck pop as he swallows down the freezing liquid, and the refreshing gasp he makes as he pulls the glass from his mouth that's back to smirking; his eyes running the length of you once more.

"...And the show."

Harry pushes off the cart with a grin, not another word spoken as he saunters back to the tee-off; leaving you without any, too. You don't think you'll ever be able to speak again. You can barely think straight.

You do know one thing, though, and it's that this day just got a lot hotter.

... LATER

Your theory proved correct. Today has been hotter than ever.

It's got nothing to do with the sun in the sky. No, the heat is all thanks to Harry that, when given the chance and close proximity, has not stopped smirkingly looking you up and down.

You both haven't spoken again since this morning, and he thankfully hasn't approached you for another beer or any drink at all. There's been a healthy distance kept between you both, respite found when you'd drive the cart off to a few holes ahead or behind him to check on the players there.

But the tension would only grow whenever you'd come close to whichever number he was at, finding him the same as you left him. Staring and smirking.

You've ended up stumped whenever you've caught him looking your way, so lost for words and in such a daze that you accidentally crushed a water bottle that you'd just opened for one of the players. Liquid spilled out and covered both you and the disgruntled man who asked for it.

Harry, at the tee of the ninth hole where you were parked up, had his driver in hand ready to take a shot. He simply snickered watching you flap over cleaning up the mess you'd made before he looked forward and took his turn. You just knew he was still grinning as he did it, though.

Your face was on fire and your apology to the water-covered man never ending. You were so embarrassed and it was all Harry's fault. If he'd just kept his eyes ahead on the game at all times rather than you trying to work, it wouldn't have happened.

Yet now as you sit in your cart at the eighteenth and final hole, you're the one looking forward, finding none other than Harry and his caddy sauntering over to take his final shot.

They talk quietly between themselves, a genuine and friendly conversation seemingly had, which is surprising to you. Most players don't give their caddies the time of day, but Harry laughs and smiles with his; eyes closed cutely with crinkles as he does, pearly whites on full display and dimples popping.

Harry still wears his beanie and jumper, the fact that it's eighty degrees not affecting him in the least, it seems. There's not an ounce of sweat to be seen. In fact, his skin is flawless and unbothered by the hot rays pounding down.

You don't know how he hasn't worked up one from the game, either. He and his caddy have walked to every hole as opposed to using a buggy, and you've watched him swing a club, too. Harry doesn't half put his all into it, especially when it comes to using his driver.

The way his muscles could somehow be seen flexing under the thick layer of his jumper as he smacked the ball as far across the green as possible, the correct posture he had and held as he looked to see the distance he managed to get it to - which was always somehow just the right amount - and the well-pleased smile on his face when he realised he'd nailed it... fuck, you were sweating just from watching him.

Harry's eyes meet yours as he climbs up the small embankment, the head of the club in his hand and his arm swinging back and forth a little. He grins and nods your way when he spots you again.

You look away as fast as possible, once more squirming from the eye contact. You need to get it the fuck together. There's no way he won't come over and say something to you once he's done; the constant looking and smiles sent your way the past few hours telling you so. It's almost your lunch break. Maybe you can drive off before he gets the chance?

His caddy now hands him his putter. You drop your head, your fingers bent as though you're inspecting your nails, and watch Harry get into position out of the corner of your eye.

He does it expertly, his hands gripping all the right places, with his feet planted firmly into the ground and his attention directly above the ball; eyes flitting between it and the final hole.

Yet as he pulls the club back, he doesn't look where he should. Harry, instead, turns his head and watches you as he swings the iron forward. He taps the ball with just the right amount of pressure; a hole-in-one scored without even looking, and a cocky smirk worn from knowing that just happened.

It's now even hotter than it was before. He's even hotter than he was before, if that's possible.

Your plan to drive off before he could make his way over is null and void now. You're frozen, and he's fast. Harry is barely handing the putter back to the caddy, nodding his chin for him to head off without him along with some muttered words spoken before he's walking over to you.

What should you say? What should you do? You just want him to go away before you say or do something stupid.

"You were right." Harry speaks up, the distance between you both no more as he stops at the cart and rests his arm on top of the roof, just like this morning, and looks down at you.

Staying still isn't gonna help you this time.

You turn your head and look up, the sun blocked out thanks to his body. Beams of it frame his figure gloriously as his smile shines down at you, instead.

"Right about what?"

"The outfit. Definitely wasn't golfing-in-the-height-of-summer appropriate."

You shrug your shoulders, your whole being relaxing thanks to that smile, "Didn't look like you were struggling."

"You were looking?" Harry throws back fast, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You give him a deadpan expression, "Fishing for validation at, what age are you?"

"Twenty-eight." He answers without missing a beat, your stomach swirling and thighs tightening from confidence in his tone. You'd forgotten what snarky comment you were going to make.

"You've done well for yourself at a relatively young age." You smirk, your body pulsing at the way Harry bites his lip to stifle a laugh.

He releases it with a pop, his eyebrow perking up and grin gleaming, "You know who I am?"

"I do. Better yet, I interviewed for an internship at Pleasing fresh out of college two years ago."

"Really?" Harry's other brow joins the first one raised, a look of complete surprise on his face now. You nod, but his head shakes slowly as he blows out a low whistle, "Someone on my team fucked up not hiring you then, didn't they?"

Your cheeks grow warm again, your thighs clenching together more than before while Harry simply grins, "What was your pitch?"

Fuck. You didn't think he'd ask you that.

"I don't wanna say."

His smirk only grows, a hand now resting on his hip as he eyes you up, "Why not?"

You’re feeling flustered and panicked. You and your big fucking mouth. Why the hell did you open it?

"Because it obviously wasn't a good one if I didn't get hired."

"Try me."

You huff a frustrated sigh, "You're not gonna let this go, are you?"

Harry shakes his head, "You don't get to be CEO of a multi-million dollar company by doing that, darling."

You weigh up your options, finding no good outcome. If you drive, you run over his foot and lose your job. If you tell him to fuck off, which you absolutely wouldn't, you'll get screamed at by your boss and lose your job. If you tell him, you'll never be able to show your face here again if he plans on making this his regular club. You'd have to quit, but at least that way you could do it on your own terms and without a potential lawsuit from breaking Harry Styles' foot. You really don't have the money for lawyers.

Going with the lesser of the three evils seems to be the only way out. It's an embarrassing end to an already embarrassing day.

"I suggested a Valentine's Day collection," your voice is quiet, but Harry hears you clearly. His eyes have widened already, his smirk still intact as he stops tapping his hip with his index finger, "and that the company name of Pleasing could and should, um- capitalise on that."

Harry's smirk shifts into a grin that is enough to give the Cheshire cat a run for its money, and he lightly laughs to himself, "So you're the one that suggested sex toys?"

"I'm the only one?!" You ask, eyes wide with horror and body cringing as you die inside from complete humiliation.

"Afraid so, love." He chuckles, running his tongue across his bottom lip that your focus hones in on, "I liked the idea. Was all for it too."

And just like that, something has shifted between you both. You don't feel embarrassed, at least not enough to want to die anymore. Not when his tone sounds piqued and a little promiscuous; the flirty energy from this morning back in full force.

You swallow hard under his intense stare, a conversation had between you both with just a look. Is he thinking what you're thinking? Is he feeling what you're feeling, too?

"It's a shame Pleasing hasn't branched out into that field." You find yourself somehow saying, the air growing hotter and thicker with each word spoken, "You'd make a killing."

"Yeah?"

You nod, with Harry's smirk coming closer towards you now as he leans down a little more. His hand is still on the roof, arm stretched straight as he looks up at you through long lashes, "Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer it if it's too personal."

You shrug, swallowing your nerves down again as curiosity floods you, "Sure. Fire away. I'm an open book."

"You've got a degree in, let me guess... Business?"

"Mhm." You clear your throat. Your mouth is dry again, no moisture left whatsoever, "And marketing."

Harry's brows rise like he's impressed, his smile showing it too, "Clever girl."

A shudder runs through you from his words before he purses his lips. Your eyes naturally fall to look at them while your mind runs to think about how they'd feel, about what they can do...

"You obviously know what you're talking about, and you had an idea if you pitched it to my company." He murmurs, your heart going hard in your chest in wonder of where he's going with this while his eyes flash dangerously from knowing where he's going with this, "So please... indulge me. What kind of toys should Pleasing look into selling?"

His question makes you internally combust. What is happening? How did we get here? On the outside you're calm, but you're screaming on the inside.

You wet you lips a little, with Harry's eyes falling to watch your tongue do so before he's back to patiently looking at you. The pale green shade of his eyes is diminishing by the second; a forest hue replacing it that tells you he's feeling as feral as you are.

"Um, vibrators?"

"You said it like it's a question when I was looking for an answer." Harry grins, his expression and response, along with what you've just said, causing you to blush hard, "Is that something you like to use, darling?"

Before you can stop myself, you're nodding. You're too caught up in him and too turned on to not.

But all that does is make Harry grin harder, his chin cockily nudging my way, "Do you prefer external or internal?"

Christ almighty.

"External." You manage to utter, an out of body experience practically happening.

"So clit stimulation?" He asks you with total confidence, no waver in his voice or squeamish nature to it. It's authoritative and absolutely arousing.

You nod again, a whimper leaving your lips that he picks up on. It makes his whole face beam upon hearing the sound, "Is that something that you need, love?"

"Yes." The one word is spoken so fast that a person would miss it if they weren't listening intently.

Harry was, though. He was ready and waiting for it.

He purses his lips again, his eyes squinting like he's contemplating something. You simply watch him with a racing heart, your breath growing fast and choppy, and your cunt now throbbing.

"I'm feeling terrible that you weren't hired at Pleasing, especially with such an incredible pitch given." Harry speaks out after a few seconds, your cheeks feeling so warm that you just know they're the same colour as his beanie, "Can I make it up to you?"

His face has inched even closer to yours now, his hand dropped from his hip and resting on the space of white leather seat by your hip. You feel dizzy. Delirious. Drunk on him.

The fact that you're at work and you're both on the golf course right now only adds to how turned on you are but the main driving force for your arousal is Harry and his charming, gorgeous, lustful ways. You need him. You need him more than you've ever needed anything or anyone before.

"Please."

Harry groans a little, the space between your mouths closing some more. His breath smells like mint, and his lips look divine while giving you an open-mouthed grin as he looks down at you; your head tilting back as though acting on instinct.

"What do you need, hm? What can I do?"

"Kiss me. Touch me." You gulp, a fire blazing in your chest, stomach and cunt that only Harry can douse, "Fuck me. Please, sir."

The 'sir’ slipped out and you feel yourself growing shy, but it's a feeling that's snuffed out fast. Harry's eyes have darkened further and he groans softly again.

His hand on the seat comes up to cradle beneath your jaw while pushing your head further back, too. He grins deviously at you, eyes bouncing between your own before they fall to your lips that are parted and panting, ready for him.

"As you wish, ma'am."

You don't have time to register the words rolling off of Harry's tongue because he's pushing it into your mouth now and teasing your own in slow, languish movements. The connection forces delicate moans from both of you that are caught by one another.

Harry withdraws his, closing both of his lips around your top one slowly. They're as soft and sweet as they look.

His thumb traces your skin as he kisses you, every action screaming expertise. Harry knows what he's doing, you can tell already, and it's enough to make you hungry for more.

Your hands fly up to grip the back of his neck, the soft cotton collar of his polo shirt brushing against your fingers as you dig them in and part your lips for more. Harry gives you his tongue again, entwining it with yours with as much need as you entwine yours with his.

The embrace is messy, with mouths moving sloppily until you're nothing but clashing teeth and heavy breaths. It's so fucking hot.

He's dominant with every move he makes, and you let him be. The way he holds your face and explores your mouth at his own leisure, and with so much desire, too... that's what gets you off.

You can't help but whimper and whine, noises that cause Harry to smirk against your lips. The feeling of his curving up as they kiss you does nothing but make you even wetter.

Harry leaves your lips alone for a second, your mouth glossy and swollen chasing after his own while he presses chaste kisses to the corner of it instead, "Get out the cart, darling. The side away from me."

You don't hesitate, shuffling along to the right-hand side like instructed until your feet meet the grass and you're standing up dizzily. You smooth down your dress and unclip your bumbag, tossing it onto the seat while you track Harry's sleek movements as he walks around the front of the cart to join you.

The eighteenth hole is at the end of the course with nothing but trees behind and to the sides. It's private, especially with the cart blocking you both. No one would know either of you were here unless they needed to play the hole and as far as you remember, the player that arrived after Harry is four or five holes behind. You have time.

Harry looks at you like you're a dessert and he's been dieting, his eyes hungrily trailing up from your feet to your face. He keeps walking until he's right in front of you, but he doesn't stop there.

His steps force you to back up until your back hits the cool metal of the cart that's been in the shade. His hands splay against it either side of your head, caging you in while he smirks down at you.

"Someone really did fuck up not hiring you. You do so well following orders." Harry hums, his voice deeper and more delicious sounding than ever before.

You can't help but whine again, your thighs squeezed together to settle the ever growing throb in your cunt. You can feel how soaked you are; insane amounts of arousal pooled in your underwear all thanks to Mr. Styles.

"Is that something you like to do, darling?" He presses, lapping at his bottom lip while you bite yours to stop yourself from moaning loudly, "Follow orders?"

"Yes." You quip quickly, your voice strained and so full of want. You know he can hear it.

He confirms it as he grins, his chin tilting down until his lips are teasingly mere millimetres from your own, "Be a good girl and take your panties off for me, then."

You don't hesitate, your fingers making fast work of slipping under your skirt and hooking around the sides of your white lace thong. You pull it down your legs, kicking the fabric out from your feet with Harry's hungry eyes on you all the while. He jerks his chin forward again, lips ghosting yours once more.

"Spread your legs, baby."

You comply quickly, but parting your legs only worsens the pulse in your cunt from the loss of pressure there. The cool air hits your hot skin, your thighs tense and damp with arousal coating your skin an almost embarrassing amount.

What has this man done to you?

Harry teases you with his lips a couple of times, moving his head as though he's going to wrap his own around your top one for another kiss, but he pulls back every time they brush until you're left whining.

"Please."

With another open-mouthed grin, his bottom lip drags against your own, "Again."

"Fuck- Harry." You're a breathless mess, desperate and close to screaming from how badly you need him, "Please, please, please."

Your pleas win him over as he smashes his mouth against yours again, your hands once more locking around his neck while his come down to grip your hips as he kisses you deeply. He pins them to the cart as his own press to your stomach; a bulge in his slacks so thick, hard and large felt against it that has you gasping.

He pulls his hips away from you, his lips separating from yours, too. You moan for more, which only makes him grin.

Harry drops his hold on one of your hips and snakes it between your parted legs, the body part disappearing under the skirt of your dress. His fingers start to make a teasing trail up the inside of your thigh, your breaths growing choppier the closer he comes to your cunt.

Upon the pads of his fingers now lazily running through your drenched folds, there's a sharp intake of breath from you at the incredible feeling and relief his tender, teasing touch gives, and a guttural groan from him.

"Fuck, you're so wet, darling." He coos, your hands gripping the collar of his shirt tighter, "Such a messy girl. Who did this to you, hm?"

Harry watches your every expression, grinning hard as he waits for you to speak as he soaks his fingers. They move up to touch your clit, the place you need touched the most.

Just before either of those things can happen, he snatches his hand away fast. The loudest, most pathetic whine from you yet is heard, which only makes Harry smirk harder than ever.

He brings his fingers between you both, the pads glistening with your arousal that he eyes up before turning his attention back to you.

"So pretty. Looks so sweet, too. Wanna taste yourself for me, darling?" You nod fast, your needy reaction making Harry grin as he jerks his chin, "Good answer from a good girl. Tongue out."

You part your lips to do as he asked, Harry teasing the tip of your tongue with a tap of his index finger before he's sliding it into your mouth along with his middle one. You close your lips around them and suck, and the taste of your juices on his skin is incredible.

"Do you taste as sweet as you look?" He asks, eyes glazed over and jaw a little slack from watching you work his digits.

You smirk around his fingers before he slides them out, "Open your mouth and you'll find out."

Harry parts his own lips now, bending his knees a little until he's eye level with you. He tips his chin in the air ready for what you're about to do, and you give him it in the form of a string of saliva leaving your lips to drop onto his waiting tongue.

It pools on the tip, the sight as hot as the action and his compliance. You don't hesitate to slam your mouth against his now, turning the tables slightly. Harry's breath hitches as you messily twirl your tongue around his own, both of them covered in the faint taste of your arousal and a mix of your salivas.

A deep moan from you is caught by his mouth upon him once more slipping his fingers to run between your drenched folds, with Harry making fast work in giving your clit the attention it so desperately needed. There's no edging now, the pads of his digits pressing down on the sensitive bud and circling slowly; your hips bucking, legs shaking and hands around his neck vice-like as you pant hard.

Your head feels so light from him working you over with his fingers on your clit and tongue in your mouth; everything so perfect and carnal. His hand on your hip still grips the area fiercely, nails biting into your skin as he picks up speed and delivers more pressure to your slick pearl.

Harry's lips leave your own to trail sloppy kisses along your cheek, down to your jaw and onto your neck; your head tilting to the left to give him all the room he wants to mark you up however he wants.

His teeth nip at the area as he slides away from your clit to your hole, teasing there with slow circles, too. You're moaning loud as he sucks at your skin, nodding in a desperate bid for more.

"Fuck. Keep going, Harry. Please."

He shows mercy, no demand for more pleas. With complete ease thanks to your wetness, Harry slides two ring-clad fingers inside your cunt, your walls stretching to allow the welcome intrusion before hugging them fiercely once you're filled to the hilt and he's knuckle deep.

Pulling his mouth from your neck, Harry's hazy eyes meet your equally hazy ones. He's standing tall again, looking down at you with a smirk that has you as wet and weak as his fingers do, and just watches as you fall apart from his digits stuffing you full.

"Need to see what pretty faces you're gonna make. I just know they're gonna be gorgeous." He coos, pulling his fingers out slowly, "You ready to make more of a mess of my fingers?"

You're nodding deliriously, your stomach swarming with butterflies. Harry grins before he's pressing a sweet kiss to your nose, his thumb coming up to press against your almost-too-sensitive clit.

"Good girl."

Your walls are quick to clench around him as he sinks them back in at an angle; the tips hitting your g-spot. He strokes the sweet spongy zone as his thumb circles your clit, the perfect amount of pressure in both spots making you see stars.

But upon Harry pausing both things to instead fuck his fingers in and out of you fast, the heel of his hand hitting your clit with every quick thrust, you stop seeing stars. You float amongst them now, your knees buckling, eyelids lulling and jaw practically snapped off.

Harry doesn't relent his pace, nor does he stop watching you. You can feel his gaze burning hot as he watches your every ecstatic expression, his looking awe-inspired and amazed. You could come just from looking at him and how determined he is to make you feel good, which he absolutely is.

Your loud and broken moans hit the hot summer air. The sound echoes faintly in the trees around us, harmonising with the wetness of your arousal around his fingers that relentlessly fuck you.

"You look so fucking pretty." He grins lazily, blown-out eyes roaming every bit of your face in complete admiration as his thumb traces soothing circles on your hip, "Am I fucking you good, baby?"

You nod and whimper, "Yes. So fucking good, Harry. The best."

"Come for me then." He drawls, eyes darkening more as he arrogantly jerks his chin your way, "Be a good girl and come for me."

True to the form of following Harry's orders so far, you do it again. The knot in your lower stomach unravels fast, your climax hitting hard as you clamp around his fingers; fingers you know you've soaked.

He doesn't slow them down, continuing to fuck them into you fast to get you through your high, the heel of his hand hitting you hardened clit every single time. You can feel your release run down your legs; legs that tremble from the orgasm that barrels through every bit of you like a freight train.

Harry watches your facial expressions, reading them like a craft to be perfected. He slows his fingers as your high fades away, bringing them to an eventual stop before moving his lips to press against yours softly.

Kissing you gently, he slowly withdraws his digits until you're whimpering into his mouth over how empty you feel, wishing they were back inside you already.

His lips also leave yours, more whines from you followed up from missing them already, too. Harry laughs through his nose, a smirk stretching his face as he brings his fingers to your mouth. He hovers the pads over the plump area while eyeing you up, asking for permission before connecting the two parts.

You give him a needy nod and with that, Harry closes the gap. He gives his undivided attention to your mouth that he smears your juices over, coating the area with your arousal like its lipgloss.

"Are we even yet?" He asks you, his tone rugged as much as it is light and playful as he pulls your bottom lip down, revealing your teeth for a second before letting it spring back into place, "Have I made it up to you?"

You roll your lips into your mouth until they're clean of your come, releasing them into a grin as you shake your head, "Getting there."

Harry grins, too; the answer he was hoping for received. You look down between your bodies, finding both of his hands on your hips now still pinned against the cart, and his cock straining against his slacks begging for some attention as well.

He catches your eyes when you look up at him through your lashes, giving you a tut as you give him a giggle, "You're trouble, aren't you?"

Shrugging nonchalantly, you slip your hands from around his neck to the sides of it until they're beneath the collar of his shirt. Every part of his outfit is still intact, beanie included.

While you'd give anything to see him naked, the mystery of what that looks like is such a turn on for you. Pair the unknown with the fact that you're both outdoors, where you work, and too desperate for each other to properly undress, that only makes this whole thing hotter. You love it.

"I asked you to fuck me, and you agreed." You throw back, your thumbs grazing along the slightly stubbled part of his neck as you give him doe-eyes and a pout, "Just wanna make sure you're a man of your word."

Harry cocks his head back, his brow raised as he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, "Didn't I just give you a fucking with my fingers?"

"You did." You bring your lips to the corner of his, his facial hair tickling your skin, "but I need another from the cock of Mr. Harry Styles. C-" You kiss his cheek, his breath hitching, "E-" another kiss to the other cheek, to which Harry exhales shakily, "O."

He slams his lips against yours before you can do it to him, your breath snatched and the back of your head lightly hitting the metal of the cart as his hands greedily roam every inch of your torso. Your back arches into his palms when he roughly cups and squeezes your tits before he's trailing them up to your face, gripping your chin harshly and tilting it up to deepen the kiss even more.

You can feel how hard Harry is from where his thick, pulsing cock is pressed against your stomach. It makes you wetter than you already are, with more arousal pooling upon him pulling his hips back to make hasty work on undoing his metal belt buckle and the button of his slacks.

He moans into your mouth after taking out his cock. His unconfined length nudges against you as he fishes through his pocket where a foil wrapper is soon heard; finding the condom he was looking for.

Harry separates the kiss, giving you a wink and showing you a smirk before he's looking down at the rubber in his hand. You watch his ring-clad fingers work to open the packaging, but your attention deviates further south.

With his jumper and shirt bunched up at his hips, you catch a peak of two fern tattoos inked there above two deep v-lines. The sight of both things makes you clench around nothing, your mouth filling up with saliva from thoughts of running your tongue over the art and area.

You're zoned in on his cock in no time, though, his trousers and underwear pulled down just enough to free it. His pretty pink tip leaks pre-come and rests against his toned lower stomach and the happy trail there. Prominent veins run up and down the silky length that stands thick and rock solid; his balls full, heavy-looking and begging to be in your mouth.

Harry now rolls the clear condom down onto his cock, a hiss leaving his swollen lips from the touch before he's giving you his blown out gaze again the second he's wrapped up. You give him yours, too; a newfound hunger existing in both of us.

Harry nudges his chin towards you, a half-smile worn and his dimple popping, "Turn around for me, baby."

You do so with a held breath, the anticipation and arousal killing you. You can feel Harry's eyes trail the length of you again, his focus honing in on your ass.

"Arch your back for me and lift your skirt up."

You comply again, both hands gripping and pulling the hem to show him what he wants to see; your ass and cunt. You look over your shoulder, catching him squeezing his cock with a slack jaw.

"Use your hands to show me your tight little holes."

Once more, you do as you're told, with Harry taking in a sharp breath at the sight of you displaying yourself. His eyes meet yours after taking their time to greedily gaze, a grin stretching his face.

"Fucking perfect."

There was a small gap between you both, but it's fully closed now as Harry presses himself against you. Your hands and forearms rest against the cart, your ass pushed out and heart racing as every inch of his cock can be felt brushing over your ass.

Harry situates himself to hold your skirt up with one hand that he keeps on the base of your spine, and the other to grab his cock that he lines up with your cunt. He dips his tip inside before withdrawing and sliding his silky length between your sodden folds, your breath stuttering along with his own as he does it over and over again; the torment of the tease turning you both on even more.

He presses down on the bottom of your back a little more, making you arch and push your ass out even further. You open your mouth to beg for him to stop with the taunting, but a guttural groan comes out instead upon him sinking into you entirely in one slow but sharp roll of his hips.

Your breath is knocked from your lungs as his thickness stretches you out, the mess he's caused allowing him to slide in with complete ease. Harry's own breath is choked and broken, his forehead dropping to rest between your shoulder blades once he's all way in; every inch of him feeling fucking incredible.

"Jesus fuck- God, you're so fucking wet and tight." He speaks through gritted teeth, his now free right hand reaching out to press on top of your own against the cart, "Feels so good."

You nod and whimper, you mind fogged over, "So fucking good."

His lips pucker against your back, a sweet kiss delivered before he's pulling his head away and bringing his chin to tuck itself between your neck and shoulder. You can feel his grin against your skin as he pulls out slowly, your mouth dropping into an O-shape as your brow furrows.

Harry leaves nothing but the tip in, teasing you for a few more seconds before he's slamming his hips back forward. Your centres connect harshly; the cart rattling.

He does it over and over again until tears spring from your eyes. Every withdrawal makes you whine, and every thrust shuts up any sound that could happen. They catch in your throat while he grunts and groans freely, his grin never letting up either.

His cock hits deep, your g-spot massaged perfectly with his tip, but you need more. You need it faster. Harder. Rougher.

"More." You croak out, Harry's hips in the middle of pulling out again, "Please, Harry. Give me more."

"More?" He throws back fast, "I'm giving you every inch, darling. You're gonna have to be more specific than that."

He knows what you mean, what you want, but he's a tease. He wants you to say it. He wants you to beg for it.

You'll never be above doing it. Not with him.

"Fuck me hard, sir. Give it to me fast and rough." You plead, your pussy fluttering around his cock, "Give me more."

You melt at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the space of skin beneath your lobe, the area taken between his teeth nipping it lightly next, "Good girl. Much better."

And with that, he's slamming his cock back into you hard, no slow withdrawal coming after it like it did before. It's all fast. All rough. He's fucking you as mercilessly as you wanted.

Harry pulls his head away from the crook of your neck and leans back a little, taking his hand off the top of yours to grab your hip. You can feel him looking down to where his cock fucks in and out of you, his hips bruising your ass that ripples from every hit they give.

The sounds of your bodies continue to echo, your legs trembling and your whole body tingling. You feel so dizzy in the best way, an open-mouthed grin on your own lips as you toss your head back while Harry pounds into you with all he has.

"Taking me so fucking well, baby. Every fucking inch. God, you drive me wild." He drawls, sounding drunk on lust for you like you are for him, "Looks so fucking good. You're soaking me, too. Messy girl."

You know that's the truth, because you can feel it as much as you can hear it. Your arousal is slick around his length, the sounds practically pornographic. The whole situation is.

Harry kicks it up a gear when his hand on your hip snakes around to your front, the fingers he used to fuck you before now making fast work of circling your clit. You aimlessly claw at the metal while your body jolts from the feeling, your ass pushing back to meet his sharp strokes; his body's only mission being to get you to come hard again.

You're seeing stars once more, your mind swimming with pure euphoria. The second knot in your stomach is close to coming undone.

"Shit, fuck-" He pants, your walls clamping around his cock, "Hugging me so tight. 'm not gonna last."

"So don't." You moan, rocking your hips with a little bit of skill and thought to make him feel as good as you do, "Come for me, Harry. Need you to come for me, please. Give it to me."

After a few more circles to your now oversensitive clit and his cock hitting all the right places, your orgasm barrels through you. It hits so hard, your pussy practically pushing him out from the force of it.

That doesn't deter him, but spurs him on. Harry powers through it, grunting and groaning as you gush around him. You can feel your climax coating your thighs, his own approaching. You can tell by his strokes that are starting to stutter.

He sees you through your high, though, his fingers leaving your clit to grip your chin. Harry turns your head to smash his lips against yours, catching every broken moan and whimper you give him.

It's not long before you're catching every sweet and sexy noise he makes as he unravels. His hips still harshly against your ass as he spills his loads into the condom, his whole body seizing and lips against yours shifting into a smile of pure ecstasy.

You bring a hand to stretch over your head, grabbing the back of his neck as he swims with the stars like you still do. Your fingers stroke the slightly sweaty skin at the nape where his damp curls tickle; your own grin growing, too.

Harry comes down from his climax as you finish your own, lazy kisses given to each other with soft hums of exhilarated exhaustion. You can't believe that just happened. What you just did, how good it was, where you did it and who you did it with is something you'll never forget.

You separate and pull your head back, taking in Harry's freshly fucked-out face. There's a sheen of sweat over his skin now, perspiration never looking so good as he practically glows.

His lips are pinker than ever, glossy and swollen from the kisses. They're lifted at the corners thanks to his giddy smile, the expression creasing the corner of his eyes that are still shut; his long lashes that you find myself envious of fanning across the high points of his peachy cheeks. He's so fucking pretty, and you're crushing hard than ever.

"I think now's as good a time as any for you to finally give up the beanie and jumper."

Your tease has Harry's eyes fluttering open, a throaty chuckle given. His gaze dances all over your face before he's tutting, "That's no way to talk to your boss."

"I'm sorry?" Your head cocks back in shock, convinced you've misheard him.

Harry grins hard, his eyes back to green now glittering like his smile does, "If you still want an internship- no, fuck that actually. If you still want a job working for me, then you've got one."

"I- I don't know what to say."

You're reeling, well and truly speechless, but then it hits you. There's something you need to make abundantly clear first.

"Hold on a sec." You start, eyeing him up suspiciously, "Are you just giving me a job for your company because we've fucked?"

"I'm not." He states sternly but sweetly, "I meant it when I said I liked your pitch. You should've been hired there and then. That was our mistake."

"I get it if you don't want the job now because of what we just did," he furthers, expression soft and smiley, "but I'm not gonna be some creepy boss who's gonna fuck you with my eyes every chance I can get."

Your lips form a playful pout, "Damn. That's a shame."

"You are trouble, I fucking knew it." Harry grins, shaking his head as he chuckles.

A laugh leaves your own now, with Harry's eyes brightening from the sight and sound, "Better get used to it, sir. You're gonna have your hands full with me."

You can't believe this is happening. You can't believe what you're about to say next is real.

"I'll take the job."

There's no doubt in your mind about accepting it. It's your dream job and you'd be mad not to. You've had fun working here as a cart girl, but you're more than ready for this new chapter.

What an amazing way to close this current one, too. Fucking on the golf course against your cart with the hottest man you've ever laid your eyes on, who just so happens to be your new boss, is insane. It's a story you reckon few can beat.

Now that one dream has been achieved, it doesn't hurt that you've suddenly found yourself with a new one. One in the form of the gorgeous CEO who, with his cock still inside of you, looks at you like you're his, too.

"Well, in that case..." Harry hums, giving you a professional nod and a not-so-professional wink, "Welcome to Pleasing, ma'am."

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Remember Me*

Summary: The one where you and your best friend, Harry, reminisce over the first time he ever ate you out.

Word Count: 3.1k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, brief daddy kink, mention of knife kink + blood kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pre-consented somnophilia, not suitable for Ramadan!

“There you go, good girl. Just like that. Cum for me, Bee. Right now.”

You squirm, fingers curling into the silky sheets below as you suck in a quiet breath.

You can feel his lips on your neck. Your chest. Your inner thighs. Soft, gentle, devious. He’s everywhere. Purring in your ear, holding your hips in his hands. Keeping you just where he wants you like you’re nothing but a toy for him to play with.

You’ve never been so close. So satisfied, so pleasured. So ready to let go.

And then…you wake up.

Your lashes flutter as you slowly come to. The bedroom is dark. Still. You can hear the fan in the corner of the room and Harry’s soft inhales from somewhere beside you. Your heart is thumping hard and heavy against your ribcage while your dream slowly dissipates into reality. Disappearing into the back of your mind as you remind yourself where you really are.

And then you realize that Harry’s not beside you but below you. His breathing louder and heavier than it was before.

You look down.

And there he is, large body settled between your spread thighs as he holds you open and stares lovingly at the mess you’ve made.

And suddenly, your dream doesn’t feel so distant as you blink the sleep from your eyes and whisper, “Har?”

He glances up, pretty green eyes somehow bright even in the dark. He smiles and his lips glisten. “Hi, baby. Were you having a nice dream?”

You take in a sharp inhale and nod once. “Ye—yeah.”

“Good.” He dips down to kiss your hip. “Hope I didn’t ruin it for you.”

“No…no, I just…I…I thought I was…”

“I know,” he murmurs and kisses the other side. “I know, Bee. And you need me to fix it, don’t you?”

You blink.

“Kept whimpering for me,” he says. His palms dance down the side of your body. Squeezing lightly as though to reassure you. “Begging me to make you cum…to touch you…taste you. Said you needed my tongue.”

Your chest feels heavy as you watch him ghost his mouth up your stomach.

“And I wanted to help,” he tells you. “Wanted to make it better for you.”

He stops, but only to look up and find you again.

“Is that all right, sweet girl?” he whispers.

You nod quickly. After all, the two of you made an agreement months ago that waking each other up with sex was more than all right. You don’t do it too terribly often, but the times when you do…

You almost start to pant.

“Good,” he says, grinning once more as he runs his thumb along your aching cunt. “But I want you to do something for me, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

He moves his mouth to your inner thigh. “Want you…” He travels up your skin toward your pussy. “To tell me…” He brushes his lips over your clit. “What you were dreaming about.”

You feel yourself start to squirm, the warmth of his breath over your cunt enough to send shivers along your spine. “I…I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah? Better have been,” he teases with a smirk. “What was I doing, hm?”

You watch him poke out his tongue and tease it near your hole. “You…you were doing this.”

He hums. “Was I?”

You nod. “Just…just like you did the first time.”

His eyes flick back to yours. “The first time, hm? When I asked to taste your pretty pussy?”

Another nod.

“Mm.” He shifts a bit on the bed and pushes your legs further apart. “Do you think about that first time a lot, Bee?”

You feel your heart skip. “Yes…”

“Think about how nice you were to let me practice on you?”

“…yes.”

“Cause you were,” he says softly between kisses to your cunt. Not enough to satisfy you, but more than enough to taunt you. “So nice and so sweet for me. Knew I’d never wanna taste anybody else but you for the rest of my life.”

You smile. “No, you didn’t.”

“I did,” he argues. He sucks your clit into his mouth. “Come on, lovie, you had to know I didn’t really want her. Only ever wanted you.”

Your fingers lace through his hair, and he hums. “You knew even back then?”

“Of course.” He rests his cheek on your thigh, gazing at your pussy almost as though in a trance. “Should have known I’d get addicted. I already was, even if I didn’t realize it yet.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” He starts to pull you open, just to watch the way you clench around nothing. “I’d been addicted to you for years. Just didn’t know why.”

“And eating me out helped with that?”

He chuckles. “Kind of. I really did think I was doing it for Tina, but…the second I saw you, all spread out and dripping…I couldn’t have picked her out of a fucking lineup.”

You squeeze his scalp. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I mean it.” He studies your expression closely. “Bee, I’m so goddamn in love with you it makes my chest hurt. I was in love with you then and I’m in love with you now. Why do you think I kept canceling on her? Why do you think I kept begging you to teach me more things?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “Cause you were horny?”

“No,” he exhales and then kisses your pussy again, groaning into you as though he’s a man starved. “No, I was fucking obsessed. And I still am.”

You whimper.

“So, I want you to tell me everything I did in your dream,” he says, his touch growing a bit greedier now as he slips his middle finger inside. “Every little thing you wanted me to do.”

You arch from the bed and try to stay still. You’re not sure how long he’s been teasing you, but it feels far longer than your dream. And you’re already shaking with anticipation as you clutch his curls and say, “You…you were touching me.”

He grins. “How, lovie?”

You reach for his hand and pull it up toward your chest. “Like this,” you pant, and he groans so lewdly, you nearly cum right then.

He squeezes your tit in his palm, kneading it between those long, nimble fingers before he pinches your nipple tight. Eliciting another noise from your throat. And you’ve never been so glad you went to bed without pajamas.

“Like this?” he asks.

You nod before you’re leading him up toward your throat. “And like this…”

You make him squeeze the sides of your neck until your eyes have nearly rolled back. He holds you gently, but with just enough pressure to make your head pound in the absolute best way.

“Yeah?” He crawls a bit higher up your body in order to get a better grip. “I remember the first time you made me choke you. Such an insatiable little thing, weren’t you?”

“Still am,” you quip, sticking out your tongue.

His smile is sadistic as he spits directly onto your tongue and squeezes your jaw shut. “Swallow.”

You do. And the taste of him—of you—is magic. Enough to have you grinding yourself against his bent leg that’s snuggled between your thighs. And he notices, but he does nothing to help you.

“What else?” he asks between desperate kisses. “Huh? What else did my dirty girl want?”

“Your cock,” you whisper. “Wanted your cock so bad, Har. Wanted you to fuck me like you did that first time. Wanted to ride you…see your handsome face when you came.”

“Yeah? Wanted to cut me up all pretty like you did with that knife?”

You pout. “I didn’t cut you up. I just wanted to see it on your cheek.”

He laughs against your shoulder, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Still can’t believe you have a knife kink. And a blood kink.”

“I still can’t believe you do, too.”

“Can’t help it. You just look so pretty in red,” he says easily. “Always have. Skin all sensitive and swollen…lips just begging to be bit…blood that looks so beautiful smeared across your chest—”

You grab onto his cheeks and bring his mouth back to yours. Kissing him so hard, he can’t speak. The image in your head is lewd and delicious and you feel his cock twitch against your hip as his body melts into yours.

“Bee,” he warns after a moment. “Bee, this isn’t about me. This is about you, come on—”

“I will. After you cum first,” you insist, reaching down between you to squeeze his tip. “My dream wasn’t just about me.”

His exhale is shaky as he closes his eyes. “Thought we were recreating the first time I ate you out?”

“Why can’t we do both?” you ask, nipping at his earlobe. “You really think I wasn’t imagining what your cock felt like as I watched you? Even back then?”

You feel his wicked grin against your cheek. “Were you?”

“How could I not? You weren’t the only one with a crush.”

He leans back. “You did not have a crush on me.”

“Yes, I did. How do you know?”

“Because you were still hung up on Eric,” he retorts as he moves down your body, returning to his previous position while you watch him go with a frown. “And I was just a convenient distraction.”

“No,” you snort, grasping onto his chin to recapture his attention. He looks at you. “Harry, you were not a distraction. Eric was the distraction. I made myself get over you by getting under him.”

He pulls his lip between his teeth, but it can’t hide his smirk. “Really?”

“Duh. You asking me to teach you was the best thing that ever happened to me. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You gaze at him gently and cup his jaw. “Please don’t forget that.”

The tension between you is palpable but loving, and you giggle when he sucks your thumb into his mouth with a wink.

“Then can you let me recreate the best thing that’s ever happened to you?” he mumbles around your finger. “Because it was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I still haven’t gotten a proper taste.”

You swipe your wet digit over his lips and grin. “Then you better get to it.”

So, he does. After all, Harry is nothing if not obedient and you can’t help but feel a touch proud as he kisses his way down your body until those greedy kisses find your cunt.

He knows exactly what you like. Knows how to hold you, tease you, taste you. He flicks you with the tip of his tongue and pulls you open with his fingers. He groans every time you gasp and swallows like he’s never had a drink in his life.

And then…he blows on you. Lets his warm exhale dance across your drenched pussy until you nearly squirm away altogether. You feel as though you’re being edged. Like he’s denying you the only thing you need and you whine helplessly as you plead with him.

He merely shushes you. “You know better, Bee. Come on.”

You shake your head violently. “I can’t…can’t, Har, please—”

He spanks you. A sharp smack of his palm down your clit. “You fucking rush me and I won’t let you cum at all. Is that what you want, sweet girl?”

“…no, Daddy.”

“No, I didn’t think so. So what are you gonna do?”

“…whatever you tell me.”

He hums, wildly pleased. “Good fucking girl.”

It’s masterful the way he sucks and nips and thrusts. A combination of his fingers and his tongue that bring you closer with every curl. Because after all this time, he knows your body. He’s had a year to learn you and love you. The way you taste, the way you sound, the way you feel. He knows exactly how to treat you and my god does he treat you right.

“H,” you gasp as you reach for his hair. Clutching onto those soft curls for dear life as your legs squeeze the side of his head. “Shit, Har…I’m…”

“You looked just like this when I first tasted you,” he mumbles against your cunt. “You had this cute little fucked-out expression on your face…kept biting your lip and wrinkling your nose. Like you were scared to enjoy it.”

“Wasn’t…wasn’t scared,” you huff, but you know he’s right. “I was just trying to help you learn.”

“Mhm.” He swipes his tongue up the length of you, from hole to hole. “Loved getting to see you so vulnerable for me. And you were so eager to let me. Practically yanked me into you.”

“I did not. Not until we got that collar and leash, anyway.”

His lips pull back with a Cheshire-like grin. Another fond memory. “Speaking of, we should dig that out again. Don’t think we’ve gotten enough use out of it.”

“I agree.”

“Good.” He slaps your clit once more before spitting on it and spreading it around. “Maybe I should make you watch your dirty little videos, too.”

Your chest begins to heave. “Maybe…you should.”

“Maybe I will.” And just like that, he slips three fingers into your quivering cunt.

But the moment he reaches his knuckles and flicks his tongue, it’s over. You gasp, whine, shake. Tremble in his hands and against his tongue before you’re collapsing onto the mattress with the sounds of his grunted praise in your ear.

“Fucking shit, Bee,” you vaguely hear as he pushes your folded legs closer to your chest. “God, I fucking love it when you do that.”

And somehow, through the orgasmic haze, you realize you’ve squirted. Something else you don’t tend to do that often. But when you do…

“Shit,” he says again before burying himself back in the mess. Almost as though he means to breathe it into his lungs. He kisses it, licks it, indulges in it. Takes every last drop for himself, despite the way you whimper. “M’sorry, lovie. Just can’t help it. S’my favorite.”

And you can feel a second one already barreling toward you. You're far more sensitive now and it almost hurts to have him continue. But you know he wants a second one. Know he needs a second orgasm out of you and you're powerless to deny him.

He brushes his touch through your folds and pulls you apart just to look at you. Watching your body spasm with pleasure as your hole flutters around the emptiness where his fingers used to be.

"Harry," you plead, a pitiful mewl.

He dives in. Licking and licking and licking like you're a popsicle on a hot day. He teases your opening with his tongue before smoothing it back up. Again and again, he tastes you. Until your cheeks are stained with tears and your body unravels once more.

When you cum, time stops. You bite on your lip so hard, you draw blood. The metallic taste filling your mouth as you push him back and wiggle away from his ministrations. Nearly sobbing from the painfully beautiful overstimulation.

He laughs lightly but does allow you to rest. Pulling himself up until he can place his head on your chest and settle in your arms. “Shh. You're all right, sweet girl. I've got you. It's okay."

You only whimper.

He peppers kisses across your face until your hiccups subside. His touch is much gentler now and he spends the next few minutes speaking softly and bringing you back down to earth. Doing everything he can to remind you that he's got you. Always.

"I'm proud of you," he finally says. "So fucking proud of you, Bee. Do you know that?"

You sniffle. "Really?"

“Mhm. And not just for squirting. For everything. All the time. The way you carry yourself. The way you love your friends. The way you love me.” He nuzzles his nose into your neck. “I’m so lucky to be loved by you.”

You swallow around the lump in your throat. “Well, I’m so lucky to love you.”

A tender beat passes. Then, he whispers, “Do you think you’d ever wanna get married?”

Just like that, your heart stops. You hope he can’t hear it. “Um…I don’t know. Would you?”

“Probably. Only to you, though.”

“Oh…that’s good.”

He glances up. “I’m not proposing. I mean, not right now. Not like this, I just...I don’t know. I thought I’d see if you…even wanted to marry someone like me.”

“Someone like you?”

He shrugs and looks back down. “Yeah. I don’t know. I’m not sure I’d be very good husband material.”

Your expression drops. “Harry,” you whisper, dipping down to press your lips to his temple. “You’d be the best husband in the world. No matter the material you’re made of.”

He chuckles again. “Think if we did get married, my parents would have a heart attack.”

“What? Why?”

“They fucking love you. They’ve been trying to get me to ask you out since we were kids.”

“Shut up, no they have not.”

“M’serious. When I told them we started dating, I swear to God my mom sent me like twenty links to engagement rings ‘just in case.’”

You laugh now, too. “She’s so cute. I’m gonna have the greatest in-laws.”

And for some reason, this makes him smile bigger than he has all evening.

The two of you stay like this for what feels like hours. Snug in each other’s embrace, his heart against yours. And you realize that this is where you were always meant to be. Right here, in this bed with him. From the moment the two of you met all those years ago, he was your Harry. And everything after has merely led you to this moment with him.

You often think about that fateful afternoon when he waltzed into your apartment and asked if he could eat you out. You wonder what would have happened if you’d said no. Could you have been okay with seeing him and Tina? Would you have patched things up with Eric, just to distract yourself?

But then you realize, you don’t want to imagine a world where you rejected him. It was a strange twist of destiny that you brought you and Harry together that day. In a position you never thought you'd be in. But if he hadn't, you'd have never known a happiness like this. A peace like this.

You’d never know him. The real him.

You don’t care if he proposes or not. You don’t care what your future looks like. As long as it’s with him, you’ll feel fulfilled. Happy and content in a way you never thought possible.

And the best part is…you know he feels the same.

By the time you start to feel tired again, it’s nearly morning. Soft streams of sunlight are already dancing through your bedroom window, illuminating the beautiful curve of his back. Glistening through his disheveled curls like a heavenly halo.

It nearly takes your breath away.

You count his freckles and moles like stars in the sky. Run your fingers along his shoulders and spine until he snuggles even closer. You've never felt so lucky to behold someone so beautiful.

However, just before your eyes can flutter shut and allow you to finally find a bit more sleep, your phone buzzes.

Confused, you both turn toward the nightstand where the vibration is coming from before you reach for the device plugged into the wall.

“Who is it?” Harry asks sleepily as he nuzzles his way back into your neck.

You read over the message.

And your stomach drops.

“It’s…”

“What?”

“Um…”

"What?"

You say nothing. Can't. You reread the text three more times in an effort to stall and create some sort of explanation.

But your silence piques his curiosity, and he eventually glances up. "Bee? What's wrong?"

Your pulse starts to race. Your palms start to sweat. And even though you know you have nothing to be afraid of, you take in a stuttered breath.

“It’s…Eric,” you say slowly.

And just like that…the tender moment is over.

Harry sits up, expression hard and unforgiving as he waits for the rest.

And you’re almost afraid to give it to him.

“…he wants to meet.”

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harriet13lovely · 14 days

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Lazy Sunday Morning | H.S.

Welcome to my tumblr debut and only bc my bestie said I should.

Plot: Harry wakes up needy

Sexual content: unprotected bed dancing, cockwarming, small breeding kink, 18+

Word count: 1.4k, just short and sweet

The sun was hardly peaking up past the horizon when Harry woke up. He didn’t want to open his eyes because of how exhausted he was. The week was a busy one and this was the one day he could sleep in without any interruptions. The pit of his stomach and the tingle in his thighs woke him though. He could feel how hard his cock was without having to look underneath the blankets that covered him and his girlfriend.

He laid naked, like he did every night, hating the thought of clothes restricting him in his own home and his own bed. However, his body temperature was rising rapidly and the small shift of his body to make himself more comfortable caused a small gasp to slip past his lips. Just the blanket moving slightly against is cock was enough to leave him breathless.

His girlfriend laid tucked into his side. He had an arm wrapped around her and her head was tucked into his chest. He could feel the small breaths of air leaving her lips. It would have been sweet, and he would have adored how cute she was when she slept, except he couldn’t. He couldn’t because those small puffs of air were hitting his nipples and it was driving him mad.

With a hard cock and nipples peaked he brought his head down to her neck. “Baby…” he whispered into her ear and turned slightly so his body was facing hers and he was no longer laying on his back. A deep groan escaped his lips when his cock brushed against her soft stomach.

She stirred a bit, but still was not completely awake. Harry brought his hand up to her face and pushed her hair away. “Baby, wake up, please.” He ends up moaning into her ear. He couldn’t help himself. He needed some kind of friction, and so he had started slowly rutting his hips against her to get some. His hand slides into her hair and he grips it a little too tightly when the head of his cock hits her belly button ring. The cold sensation of the metal felt like too much when he was so hard and so worked up this early.

He starts pressing deep kisses into her neck to keep coaxing her awake. Eventually, her eyes pop open and a slow smirk spreads across her face. “What’s gotten into you, love?” She questions him. He isn’t normally up at this hour on a sunday morning. “Need you, now.” He whimpers into her neck. He was still rutting his hips against her and moaning into her neck as he started sucking a bit harder to leave marks.

Both of them were still tired, but wanted nothing more than that lazy sunday morning sex they don’t have often. “Okay, babe.” She says into his mouth after she pulled his face out from her neck to kiss his lips. She looks into his eyes that lay low with dark lust and tiredness. They both have those lazy smiles on their faces as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to her lips. There is no rush, just slow, languid movements as they savor the feeling they’re drowning in.

Never detaching his mouth from hers he rolls them over so he is hovering over her, keeping his weight on his forearms beside her head. He nestles himself between her legs and groans and how warm and slick her thighs are. “Fuck, baby. Were you dreaming about me? Dreaming about how well my cock fits inside of you?” He gasps out as he brings a hand down to grab his length and tease her. “Yeah, dreamt of how good you make me feel.”

Harry teases himself and her a little bit longer, running his tip between her folds and circling it around her clit. Small gasps and pleas fall from her lips. He looks down into her eyes as he finally pushes himself in, not stopping until there’s no room left inside of her. Pausing, he brings his mouth back down to hers before pulling out and slowly pushing back in. Her mouth parts and he takes the chance to dip his tongue in, exploring as if it was his first time.

He keeps the same slow and lazy pace. Pulling out and pushing back in with a rhythm that leaves them open mouthed against each other. The only sounds coming from them are small moans and gasps for breath as they move their bodies together to chase the high they both need. She brings her hands up to the nape of his neck, grasping at the hairs there tightly. “Harder, please baby. I need it harder.” Her question is answered quickly with a sharper thrust from Harry.

“You’re taking me so well, so early. God, I love how you feel in the morning. Gonna stay like this when we’re done. Not leaving until I’m ready.” He starts mumbling. He’s so lost in how good he feels and he keeps going.” Your pussy was made for me, baby girl. Can’t ever get enough of it.” His thrusts become deeper the more he talks. “Gonna want to wake up like this forever, gonna make you my wife.” A sharp shiver runs down her back and a breathy gasp falls from her lips at that testament.

He hikes her leg up around his waist a bit higher and the loud moan she lets out tells him he’s hitting her sweet spot. He doesn’t fuck into her any faster. He keeps his pace slow, but drills his hips deeper and harder. She can feel the tension building up into her stomach quickly now. “Please…” She gasps out, and Harry knows what she needs. He brings a hand down between them and starts softly rubbing circles into her clit.

She’s clenching around him uncontrollably now. He can feel how tight she’s getting. She’s squeezing his cock so hard that she’s almost pushing him out. His pace picks up now, thrusting into her faster now that the ball in the pit of his stomach is finally about to burst. His head is in her neck and he’s moaning and gasping for air. “Cum for me baby. I need you to cum right fucking now.” He groans and bites down into her neck.

Her mouth parts in a silent moan, unable to form words as her high barrels into her. Her hips and legs are shaking and her fingers are gripping his hair so tight she thinks she may begin to pull it out as she soaks his cock. He doesn’t stop though. He keeps thrusting into her and rubbing her clit until his own orgasm washes over him.

He slams in one more time and stills his hips inside of her. He pushes himself impossibly deep, wanting to feel her milk every last drop of cum he has for her. The moan that pushes past his mouth is pornographic. His cock twitches as rope after rope of cum spurts into her warm cunt and he shudders at the feeling.

Once they’ve both come down from their highs he pulls his face from her neck and smiles down looking into her bright eyes. “I’m still tired, baby.” He whispers as he lowers his lips to hers to peck them softly. “Me too, get off so we can go back to sleep.” She giggles into his mouth and brings her hands to his chest to push him off.

“No, I told you I was staying like this.” The smirk on his face widens before a cheeky smile pops up and dimples show. “Gonna keep my cock right here, nice and warm.” She raises an eyebrow, but can’t help the giddy feeling she has in her stomach. She’s not ready to feel empty yet. Holding on to her he rolls over so they’re laying on their sides and she has a leg draped over his waist.

She nestles her face into his neck and inhales the slight scent of sweat on his skin. “That’s fine with me, love having you inside of me.” She whispers as the tiredness starts to rapidly fall upon her. “Need to make sure you end up with a belly full of my babies.” He says and kisses her forehead before letting his eyes shut and sleep fall across them.

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harriet13lovely · 16 days

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Whipped

Hockey player! Harry x Figure skater! Y/n

there are references to a previous oneshot. read here for more context!

"You comin' out tonight, Captain?"

Harry shut his locker as he shrugged into his t-shirt, water droplets spraying as he shook out his freshly washed hair. Rubbing some of the stray droplets off his face, he said, "Not tonight, boys. It's date night."

His teammates groaned in protest, a regular occurrence when Harry declined to go out with them. He shook his head at their collective disappointment, amused because when he did go out they typically got too hammered or went off in search of someone to hook up with.

"You'll be fine without me, I promise," Harry assured as they walked out of the locker room together.

"It's the principle of the thing," one of his teammates, Matt, said. He was new to the team this year, a transfer from a different school. "You never come out with us."

"That's not true!"

It wasn't true, was it? Harry had opted out of the last couple parties, preferring to take his girlfriend on a date or have a night in with her. Y/n wasn't overly fond of parties, and rightfully so after what she'd experienced a couple years ago, but even then Harry had begun to prefer their quiet nights together over a rager on Greek Row.

"It is. You're always with your girlfriend," another teammate said, making it sound like an accusation.

"Watch it," Harry said, his voice clipped, not having much tolerance for anyone who spoke badly about Y/n.

"Speaking of," Niall said, nodding to where Y/n waited by her car, her head dipped as she typed something on her phone.

Harry's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, a smile involuntarily finding its way onto his face. "So fucking whipped," Matt muttered as Harry walked over to Y/n, the rest agreeing, making their own jokes at their captain's expense. Harry merely flipped them off as he walked away from them, shaking as his head as he returned his focus back on his girl.

"What was that all about?" Y/n asked, looking over at Harry's teammates with a raised brow.

"Nothing, they're just giving me a hard time about not going out with them tonight," he explained, tossing his duffle bag in the back of Y/n's car.

"Oh," Y/n said. "Do you want to go out with them? We can take a raincheck for tonight."

That was what he loved about Y/n. What Harry's teammates didn't understand was that his girlfriend wasn't telling him not to go out. Y/n never got mad at him if he wanted to celebrate a win at a party , she knew his team was a close knit group. But Harry found himself preferring spending time with her than with the boys. Did that make him a shitty teammate? He didn't think so. Did it mean he was whipped? Maybe, but he didn't really see a problem with that. Not when being with Y/n made him so happy.

"Don't worry about them," Harry said, pulling Y/n as close as she could possibly get. "They're just jealous they don't get to spend the night with the hottest girl at our school."

Y/n started to laugh, but his mouth was already on hers, effectively ending the conversation.

*.*

Away games meant hours spent on a stuffy bus full of immature hockey players. When Harry was just a freshman, he was delegated to the back , forced to share seats with the other underclassmen while the juniors and seniors all stretched out across seats closer to the front of the bus, far, far away from the bathroom.

Now that Harry was both a senior and team captain, he got his pick of whatever row he wanted on the bus. He usually opted to sit up front, Zayn in the aisle across from him and Niall the one behind. In the hours leading up to arriving at their opponent's rink, Harry spent his time listening to music, getting himself in the zone to lead his team to victory. It was why he chose to sit in the first few rows of the bus closer to the coaches so he could focus.

Around hour two into their trip, Harry reached for the paper bag that had his lunch.

In the past, Harry went with a teammate or two to grab something to eat before getting on the bus, but after Harry had complained a couple times to Y/n that a burrito followed by an hours-long bus ride was a habitual mistake, she began to pack him a lunch. He didn't ask, and she never said anything about it. The first time he found a brown paper bag in their shared apartment, Y/n merely shrugged and said, "I already pack my own for competitions, it's no big deal."

"What'you got over there, Styles?"

But it was. It was her little ways of showing she cared. Harry learned early on in their relationship that Y/n had a hard time expressing herself with words, but she made up for it in gestures, like packing him an away game lunch and leaving little notes in them for him to find.

Harry perked up at the sound of his name to find one of his teammates standing in the aisle of the bus, eyes alight as he observed the brown paper bag in Harry's lap.

"What does it look like, Matt? It's a bag lunch," Zayn chimed in, having pulled one of his headphones off his ears.

"Please tell me Y/n isn't packing you lunch before games," Matt teased. "Is she your girlfriend or your mom?"

A few teammates who had been listening laughed and joined in on ribbing their captain, but Harry merely rolled his eyes. Matt had had a lot to say about his relationship recently. Nothing overly rude or offensive, but it was often enough that it was starting to become a "thing," and that Harry definitely didn't want.

"Y/n made you lunch? Can she make me one next time? What's in it?" Niall asked, who had previously been dozing against the window.

Ignoring Matt, Harry showed Niall the lunch Y/n made—a chicken wrap on a whole wheat tortilla, trail mix, a banana, hummus and pita bread, and a drink with electrolytes. The contents varied each time, but it was always healthy and filling, and Harry honestly felt better as he got off the bus than he used to.

"That a note?" Niall murmured so Matt wouldn't hear, having moved onto another topic toward the middle of the bus.

Harry reached for the folded piece of paper scattered among the food in his lap, trying to be discreet. "Good luck today, bub! xoxoxo" it read, and Harry quickly folded it back up and shoved it into his trouser pocket.

"How things have changed since you first met," Niall said with a chuckle, punching Harry's arm lightly.

"I'm not so sure. I think she likes to embarrass me more than anything else with this stuff. It's definitely working."

"Matt's an idiot, ignore him," Niall said, and Harry was inclined to agree. "You gonna eat that pita bread?"

Later that night, Harry trudged through the apartment, his duffle bag sliding off his arm in a heap by the front door. "Baby?" Harry called, noting the lights on in the apartment but no girlfriend. "You in the shower?"

Harry swatted his friend's hand away before he could snatch his lunch.

*.*

"Over here!" she said, her voice coming from their shared bedroom.

Harry loosened his tie as he walked down the hall toward his room, ready to be rid of his game-day clothes. He never understood why the team had to wear suits before and after games, especially after. The very last thing he wanted to do after playing a hockey game was wear a dress shirt and slacks.

Not paying attention, Harry began undressing, shedding his suit jacket first, carefully hanging it up the way he knew his girlfriend would appreciate. When he turned around, he finally noticed her.

"What's this?" he asked, eyes roaming Y/n's bare legs appreciatively. She laid on the bed in just his home jersey, the hem hiked up high enough that Harry could see a hint of lace from her underwear.

"Just a little something for your big win," Y/n said, a grin that said she could read every ounce of desire on his face.

She started to stand up on her knees, to go to him, Harry assumed, but he stopped her. "Wait. Stay right there."

He could feel Y/n's eye roll as Harry whipped his phone out of his back pocket, fumbling around until he had his camera pulled up. As he focused his phone on her, she didn't look amused, but there was a glint in her eye that told him she thought he was an idiot.

"You do this every time I surprise you in bed," she remarked, flipping Harry off when he started moving around for better angles

"Need a new screensaver," he said by way of explanation, doing just that before he set his phone down.

"Get over here before I decide to put pants on."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry said, quick to ditch his own trousers before joining his girlfriend on the bed.

*.*

A couple weeks later, Harry was finally at a party. His teammates were there, along with Y/n and a couple of her friends. Y/n, who still got tense at large house parties, stayed close to Harry's side the whole night, not eager to venture anywhere without him. He didn't mind, of course, in fact quite the opposite. As they sat around a bonfire in the house's backyard, Y/n sat on Harry's lap, his arms circled protectively around her waist. She had been perfectly fine with sitting beside him, but he'd pulled her onto his lap before she could.

"How are you always so warm?" he murmured, nuzzling his nose past her hair and against the skin of her neck. "Hm? You're like a little furnace."

"Stop that! Pay attention to the game," Y/n said, still leaning into his touch.

Her hands rested over his, warming his skin caused by the chilly autumn air. Harry was in a chunky cable knit sweater, but the cold still pierced his skin, making him squeeze his girlfriend tighter. That and the pleased giggle that came out of her mouth when he kissed the back of her neck.

"Hey, lovebirds! Feel like rejoining us anytime soon?"

Harry peeked out from behind Y/n, grinning cheekily at his friends, who were also sitting around the bonfire. Before he could say anything, Niall shouted from his seat over the music, "You guys are so in love it's gross."

The lighting outside was dim, the fire casting an orange glow over everything, but Harry could tell Y/n was blushing as the rest of their friends teased them playfully. It was no secret to Harry how his girlfriend felt, but she was more reserved than he was, and he knew it was a lot for everything to be out in the open, even so far down the line.

"He's fucking whipped, is what he is!"

Harry heard Matt's voice scattered throughout the others, and he could hear the slight edge to his tone. He wasn't quite sure what his teammate's problem was, or why he felt the need to comment on Harry's relationship all of a sudden, but it was starting to get on Harry's nerves.

Not having heard the bite that Harry did, his friends laughed. Y/n didn't, though, merely smiling at him as she squeezed his hand affectionately. "Don't let them get to you, bub," she murmured before standing up from his lap. He felt the loss of her warmth immediately, but didn't pull her back down to him. "I'm gonna head inside to go to the bathroom."

He didn't know if she actually had to, but Harry saw the offer to escape for what it was and took it. "I'll go with you," he said, standing up himself and taking her hand in his. They were almost to the sliding door that would lead them back to the house when Matt spoke, his voice rising above the rest and making them both stop.

"Seriously? You can't be alone for five minutes? For God's sake, let him off his leash, Y/n."

Anger coursed through Harry's veins immediately, but he did his best to push it aside to focus on his girlfriend, whose face was carefully blank.

"Sorry, what was that?" Y/n asked, slowly turning around to face him. Harry instantly read the look on her face. It was the same one she wore when he forgot to switch out his laundry or wash the dishes.

Matt stupidly doubled down instead of backing off. Niall and a couple of Harry's friends tried to stop him, understanding Y/n's anxiety about being left alone at parties, but he didn't listen.

"Never in a million years did I think our team captain would be so whipped for some—some—"

"Stop before you embarrass yourself," Y/n said, her voice not wavering once. "Maybe if your head wasn't so far up your own ass, you'd know I don't make Harry do anything, like you seem to believe. If he doesn't want to hang out with you, then that's his business, but honestly I don't blame him. You kind of suck."

Matt looked at Y/n in disbelief, mouth open but no words came out. Then he looked at Harry, as if his captain would offer some assistance, but Harry didn't do anything of the sort.

"Don't look at him, you're dealing with me now," Y/n said, stepping toward Matt. "And before you make some stupid fucking-ass comment about him being a bitch letting me fight his battles, save your breath. You started this, I'm ending it. Suck a dick and keep my name out of your mouth."

That's when Harry stepped in. He loved that Y/n was defending him on his behalf, but Matt was a good two heads taller than her, and his teammate had had a few. He didn't think Matt would get physical, but Harry was starting to realize Matt wasn't really a stand up guy.

Then, Matt muttered, "Fuck this," before storming back inside the house. The backyard was uncomfortably quiet for a moment, no one quite knowing what to say. That was until Niall said, "Well, that went about how I expected."

Harry let out a relieved chuckle, his free hand running through his hair. When everyone went back to their own conversations, he focused his attention back on his girlfriend, who hadn't said a word since Matt left.

He knew it took a lot for her to do that, that as confident as she was, Y/n still got anxious, especially in a setting like this. Squeezing her hand once, which had begun to tremble just slightly, Harry murmured quietly in her ear, "Let's go home, baby."

With a stiff nod, Y/n agreed, letting him lead her from the group and back into the house. When they were in the car, Y/n finally said, "Sorry if I made things uncomfortable. Matt's a dick but he's still your teammate."

"Don't apologize," Harry replied immediately. "He got what was coming to him."

They let the conversation end there, driving back to their apartment in silence, save the music playing through the car's speakers.

It wasn't until they were both in the comfort of their own bed that Y/n brought it up again. Nestling under the covers and into Harry's side, she said, "You're totally whipped, you know that, right?"

Harry sighed and kissed the top of her head. "I know."

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harriet13lovely · 16 days

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golf (sugar daddy h)

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content warnings: spicy but no smut, dirty talk, degradation, exhibitionism if you squint

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Mia doesn't care about golf.

Not once in her life has she ever thought it was a fascinating sport. There are some sports, like hockey or baseball, that, at the very least, seem hot, if not a little attractive, but golf isn't one of those.

And of course, Harry loves to golf.

It's nothing against him, really. If she's being honest, in her eyes, golf is a rich man's sport. Since they started seeing each other months ago, Harry has always made it a point to go golfing at least once a week. He has a membership to a country club nearby and either goes by himself, with his friends, or takes business partners there, where they spend the day drinking and hitting balls and whatever else wealthy people do at country clubs.

Mia wouldn't know because she's never gone and, quite frankly, she never wants to go.

She adores Harry. She really, truly does, but being a frequent attender of the country club to play such a silly, boring sport just serves as another class barrier between them. Harry grew up going to golf camp, for crying out loud! Mia spent her summers working at the local ice cream shop, where she got paid $7 an hour to get yelled at by angry parents because she was only allowed to let their kids taste three flavors before they had to buy something.

So when Harry asks if she wants to spend her Saturday golfing with him at the club, she tries to come up with a million excuses as to why she can't. But because he's him, and he has a pretty face and a soothing voice and he threw in the prospect of spoiling her with a massage at the spa after they finished their game, she can't find it in her to say no.

Harry has a business dinner the night before so Mia sleeps at her own place, which she's kind of surprised with, to be honest. (She anticipated him asking her to stay over so she didn't have a chance to get out of it.) Even despite the text he sent her at 11:40 pm to let her know that he got home safely (that's basically 2 am in Harry time), he shows up to her house in his golf clothes at 9 am on the dot, breakfast and coffee in hand.

Mia has to physically drag herself out of bed to let him in, a scowl on her face, even though he went out of his way to go to her favorite bagel shop.

"Morning, grumpy," he greets cheekily, smushing a kiss to her cheek. He doesn't even bother toeing his shoes off like he normally does, instead giving her bum a soft pat when she turns back around, "We have reservations at the club for 10, so you should go get dressed. You can eat in the car."

"Are you sure you want me to go?" Mia asks, and Harry has to ignore the slight hopefulness to her tone, "I've never even played golf before, I don't think I'll be very good—"

"It's not about being good, honey, I just want to spend the day with you. Show you off, y'know?" he leans forward to press a kiss to her temple before ducking down to catch her ear. "Now be good and go get dressed."

He doesn't catch the narrowing of her eyes as she reluctantly heads back to her bedroom, where she grabs the stupid golf outfit he insisted on buying her for this very occasion. She told him she was fine with wearing leggings and a tee-shirt, but he explained to her that there was a certain etiquette that came with golf, which included clothing. (Like Mia said, it's a rich man's sport.) So he bought her a short little skirt and a workout top and, if she's being frank, she's not sure if it's not more for him than it is for the game itself.

She tried it on a few days ago when he brought it over and she batted at his chest when she saw the length of the skirt on her — unlike those trendy workout skorts that had spandex shorts underneath, the pleats of the one Harry purchased barely went down to the tops of her thighs. With a grumble, she said she'd just wear boyshorts to make sure no one "saw the goods."

But now that she's getting dressed for their golf day, she thinks she has a better idea.

. . .

Mia sucks at golf.

Harry keeps trying to encourage her and help her, but they're on hole 8 of 18, and she's exhausted. It's warm, she's sweaty, and Harry's beating her ass in the game. (What else would you expect from someone who spent their summer vacations playing every day?)

"You got this, baby," he says, giving her waist a small squeeze as they approach hole nine. She rolls her eyes from behind her sunglasses, rolling out her wrist in an effort to get rid of the cramps. "Do you still need me to help you?"

Just as she's about to say yes, she remembers the impulsive decision she made this morning. And she realizes she knows exactly how to get this game to end.

"Actually, I think I can do it," she replies with a smile, jumping out from the golf cart. "Will you just stand behind me and make sure I'm doing it right?"

Harry's pleasantly surprised but nods his head, a zip of enthusiasm firing through his chest. He follows her out and stands with his hands on his hips as she sets herself up, trying to find her stance.

Per Harry's instructions, she leans over just slightly, a small bend in her knees. And that's when he sees it.

She's not wearing anything underneath her skirt.

"Mia," he growls, ambling towards her to cover her from behind, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Um, I think it's called teeing off? That's what you said, anyway—"

"Not that," he mutters, a protective hand squeezing her hip. He glances around them to make sure no one's watching them as his fingers dance down to the hem of her skirt, gently pulling it down. "Why aren't you wearing any underwear, Mia?"

"Ohhhh, that?" she asks, turning in his grasp. "I must've forgotten them. I'm sorry."

She has a look of false innocence on her face, her eyes rounded slightly and her lips pouted as if she was truly making a genuine apology. He's seething — he wants nothing more than to bend her over his knee and issue loud, harsh smacks to her ass, but he thinks she would like that too much.

"You're such a fucking slut." he mumbles angrily, his jaw clenching. He grabs the golf club from her hand and uses his other to yank her back in the direction of the golf cart, a surprised yelp sounding from her mouth. "Are you that much of a brat that you've been walking around with your pussy out all day?"

She shrugs nonchalantly as she climbs into the golf cart. Harry rolls his eyes and shifts the key into the ignition, starting the machine back up.

"Guess you'll just have to take me home, then," Mia replies with a sigh. Harry snorts and shakes his head.

"You fucking wish," he says. She blinks at him. "No, baby. I'm gonna take you into one of those private bathrooms, edge you until you're crying, and then we're gonna finish this game."

Mia's eyes widen, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as he drives over a bump in the road.

"Good thing I brought that nifty little remote control vibrator with me," he continues with a smirk. "Had a feeling you'd be a fuckin' brat today."

Mia doesn't know if she's ever regretted something so much before.

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Bad Idea, Right?

Obviously inspired by Miss Olivia Rodrigo’s song, here is a one shot I loved writing :) a bit of angst, a bit of a fluff, a lot of smut, a little bit of everything!

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Warnings- toxic relationship, kinda asshole h, angst, crying, slight degradation, spitting, impact play (light), sex tape filming, daddy kink (light), use of Mama 🤭

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Y/N knew this was a very bad idea. She knew she was going to regret this in the morning, as she usually did when Harry texted her to show up somewhere, but here she was.

Her best black dress in the most soft fabric, the one he had complimented her on endlessly before peeling it off when they had still been together, was glued to her body, Hair curled and falling down her shoulders. If she was going to show up at a houseparty that her ex boyfriend was throwing, she may as well go all out and wear something that she knew he liked.

Internally, she tried to talk herself out of it as she approached the open door, ignoring the people making out on his lawn. The thump of the bass was audible outside, a deep sigh being let out as she tossed her phone in her clutch after texting him a simple ‘here.’ The shot she had taken before had done next to nothing to calm her nerves, her red lipstick meticulously touched up in the back of the uber as she squirmed in the seat surely getting fucked up as she bit down on her bottom lip, venturing into the home that used to be so familiar to her.

It had been 5 months since they’d broken up, but it had barely seemed like it. Harry had a way of getting into her head and driving her absolutely fucking mad. Their back and forth seemed neverending, their text threads updating every few days. A fight, a makeup, a request to see one another. As much as she wanted to claim it was all him, she knew she was equally as bad. It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to find someone else- but no one else could get her off like him.

Harry knew her body better than anyone else, every curve and mark, where to touch and stroke. Where to stroke, where to lick, where to bite. He was an expert on how to get her off in just minutes, her cunt completely dedicated to him as much as she wished it wasn’t. Her brain and pussy had no communication in the information regarding the fact they were broken up, much to her dismay. The only thing saving her ego was that she knew that she had the same effect on Harry. There was no way she didn’t. Harry could very well fuck anyone he wanted to, more than capable to pull. Y/N had been overly jealous as a girlfriend and she knew that, but people were drawn to her boyfriend despite the fact it was well known he was taken. While he didn’t seem to take them up on it- he ate up the attention and preened over it, much to her irritation. It caused fights upon fights, her going out of her way to make him jealous- which worked. They both seemed to get off on pissing each other off.

Breaking up was supposed to stop the cycle, but it seemed to only string it out further.

There had been so many times she deleted his number but when he pulled up on her notifications again, she recognized the number and his attitude and couldn’t resist temptation. No one had ever made Y/N feel so many emotions in her life. Being around Harry was like a live wire, electric and hot, dangerous and potentially harmful, but the benefits sometimes outweighed the risks.

Her nose crinkled as she felt the floor stick under her shoe, knowing he would be pissed about that tomorrow. Whatever spiked punch was all over the floor and that would take some elbow grease to get out. Navigating through the entryway, she made her way into the living room. It was dark, flimsy lighting had been put up to make colorful strobes go around the room, the room far too filled for comfort. It was stupidly warm, regret crawling up her neck as she looked around to find anyone familiar.

“There she is!” The voice was unmistakable. Niall, arms tugging her in for a hug and pulling her into the kitchen where it was a bit quieter, the main group she was familiar with strung about along with a few strangers. “Harry’s girl is here, everyone! Y/N herself.” He chirped, making her give him a confused look until she followed his gaze to see Harry standing stiffly, a girl too close for comfort. Her eyes narrowed, taking in how the girl angled her body, hand resting on Harry’s arm, looking at her with a scowl.

It was an ugly feeling to see someone else around her man. Well- he wasn’t her man, but it was another miscommunication between her heart and brain. She hated seeing him around someone else, the mere idea of him being with someone that wasn’t her made her stomach turn. It wasn’t right. Yes, she knew it was a toxic cycle but it was one she didn’t know how to break. She knew this was bad, but she didn’t want anyone else having him the way she did.

The only saving grace was the fact that Harry looked uncomfortable, immediately peeling himself away from the other girl and coming straight over to Y/N.. Her face must have shown her irritation, mouth opening and arm resting on her hip as she went to give him a bit of hell but was cut off by his mouth.

And Y/N’s body, she was a fucking traitor. Feeling his arms wrap around her and push her against the counter, his tongue pressing into her mouth and tasting the cinnamon from the alcohol and sticky remnants of Coca Cola on his lips made her brain go numb. She always did love how strong he was, how safe she used to feel wrapped up in his arms. There were a few wolf whistles surrounding them, but Y/N had been taken aback from the heat of it so early on, hand slipping between her and the counter to grab at her ass. A surprised moan left her mouth before Niall let out a laugh.

“Alright, alright. Stop eating her, Harry.” Niall smacked his back, making Harry pull back with a hazy smirk. Almost dopy, making her blink up at him with her eyes narrowing again. His eyes were dark, lips wet now and that dark pink she liked so, so much. He hadn’t shaved today, leaving a bit of stubble around his face, a backwards hat combing his hair back to keep it out of his face. The nose piercing was swapped from a stud to a hoop, making her a bit surprised. Had he done that for her? He knew she liked it….

“You can take your hand off my ass now.” Her sassy tone didn’t match how her eyes looked, secretly loving that he had so publicly claimed her in front of a girl they both knew wanted him. It was a sick feeling, the victory even though she knew it was wrong to feel that way. It was a constant fight with herself. Knowing she should most definitely not be feeling so happy that her ex had just kissed her dumb in front of all his friends, but still liking that she had a claim on him.

“I could.” He retorted. “But it feels so nice in my palm, and we both know how much you like it.” A squeeze was given, Y/N scowling back up at him but not making any attempt to move. If she wanted to, he would get out of the way- but they both knew how this went. She pretended she didn’t liked his hands on her, he taunted her, they would glare and play fight before it got a little real, and they’d fuck. A circle they’d swung around plenty of times. His lips lowered to her ear, ignoring the chatter around them. “You’re wearing my dress, hm?”

“Yours? M’sorry, did you want to wear it?” She rose her eyebrow that she definitely hadn’t laid to perfection before she came here. “I forgot you even liked this one. It was the first thing I could reach in my closet.” Her nose was turned up, this time pushing past him to go over to the drinks. She looked down to see a cup with his name scribbled on it with a sharpie, lifting it up for confirmation before throwing it back.

Regretted immediately.

“Ugh- Harry, what the fuck?” She gagged, nose wrinkled as she opened his fridge to grab a bottle of water. “I forgot how disgusting your drinks are. God, how do you even have a stomach?” She gave him a horrified look, swishing the water in her mouth.’

“No one told you to fuckin’ take mine!” He grumbled, taking the cup to find it empty. “Fucks sake, Y/N. Taking my drink and then bitching about it. As usual.” He came up behind her to grab the bottle over the fridge, his ‘good stuff’ or whatever. It was already that time of night?

Where they started poking at each other to cause a fight. To have an excuse to wander off and to strip down to nothing.

“Excuse me?” Y/N grit her teeth, turning to look at him as he poured into his recently emptied cup. He was trying to get a rise out of her.

“You heard me, princess. Know those ears work, considering you’re an eavesdropper.”

Oh, he was going low. She crinkled the water bottle in her hands, shoulders tending as she exhaled sharply through her nose. “Well I wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t get so fucking weird with your phone. You were the one hiding a ‘project partner’ from me.” Her fingers did air quotes around that, showing that she didn’t believe his excuse.

“Oh, for fucks sake.” Harry hissed, his own jaw setting. “I told you that she was just a partner for my paper. I didn’t tell you at first because I know you’d overreact and go all insane on me for daring to interact with another woman.” He snarled back, knowing where to hit where it hurt.

“I wouldn’t have had to be paranoid if you’d respected me to stop flirting and entertaining girls who disrespected our relationship by hitting on you in front of me! You literally encouraged it!” She was trying to keep her voice down, but it was hard. This was an especially sore spot.

“So replying with a thank you is encouraging it? Sue me for liking that someone complimented me on something!” He raised an arm up, running fingers through his hair in frustration before he turned away to lean on the counter with his arms crossed, cup in hand. “God, you do this every fucking time. We aren’t fucking together anymore, that’s your fault. Why do you continue to harrass me about this? Even if I did encourage it, I never went for it did I?” A cruel smirk emerged. “Though I’m a free agent now, yeah? Could go take Josslyn or Heather up on their offers?

Harry knew he had taken it a bit too far when her breathing caught for real, watching as he froze and her bottom lip trembled. That wasn’t a part of their regular script to wind each other up before hot sex. It was a bit of the real hurt that has blossomed through, but he hadn’t meant to let it out. Her eyes turned glassy, her hand snatching his drink and throwing it at his shirt.

“Fuck you.”

Harry felt the cold liquid hit him, hissing as he stood in slight shock as he watched her turn to leave. He had really fucked up. His stomach dropped as he tried to gather his bearings, cursing under his breath before going after her.

“Y/N! Fuck, don’t go.” He yelled after her, making his way through the throngs of people in his living room, eyes watching her back go towards the door. While he had definitely said fucked up things before, this had been designed to hit where it really hurt.

Y/N stomped through the living room, ignoring his calls for her as she got closer to the door- closer to escape- when she was caught. Arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her into the bathroom next to the stairs and turning so he was against the door. Y/N kept her back towards him but yanked herself free from his grip, irritated that she was crying. That it still hurts. He knew it would and that’s partially what made it worse. He had been out to hurt her and she had known it was a bad idea to show up tonight but somewhere in her heart she had this tiny, tiny hidden hope that maybe tonight would be a night they could finally get over their differences. She missed him so much it ached if she allowed herself to feel it, but she had tried to refuse her feelings.

It had boiled over now, though.

Harry swallowed thickly as he heard the sniffle. Y/N wasn’t one to cry about a lot. She hadn’t shed a lot of tears in the time they’d been together, emotionally iron clad as it seemed. When she did? It was unnerving. Heartbreaking. It was one of his least favorite things ever, seeing her crumble. While he may have enjoyed getting her angry and irritated, maybe a little jealous, he never liked hurting her. He gained no pleasure from that.

“Baby…” He spoke softly, trying to turn her around, hands pulling at her shoulders. He was bigger than her and could definitely turn her around if he wanted to, but he wouldn’t ever touch her in a way she didn’t want.

“No. You can’t- you can’t call me that anymore. I am not your baby.” She hissed, keeping herself turned from him. Harry winced. She hadn’t said that before, not seriously, but the venom in her voice had shown how upset she was. It was laced with the hoarse blanket that coated her voice when she cried, making it even worse. “You can go call Josslyn or Heather. I’m sure they’d love to be your b-baby.” The end of the sentence was joined with a little sob, effectively breaking his heart further.

“No. No, I’m not… I didn’t mean it, Y/N. I promise. I was just upset and I didn’t mean for it to come out, I just wanted you to feel-”

“What?” Whipping around, Y/N’s mascara streaked cheeks were a blow to the chest. Her vulnerability was something he used to crave, to be the one she confided in or let herself break with. He wanted to be there for her. Not be the cause of her tears. “You wanted me to feel hurt, like you did? Do you not think I don’t hurt every fucking day?”

“You broke up with me!” Harry tried, her glare making him stop talking quickly after.

“I broke up with you because you didn’t take me seriously. How could you go from telling me you can’t wait to put a ring on my finger, can’t wait to have a family with me, to flirting with girls the same night? Do you know how humiliating it is to have your friends tell you that they heard so and so say they were going to try something because it ‘obviously isn’t serious with Y/N?” The incredulous look on her face made him shrink back a bit.

“I didn’t know that! It was never real flirting, Y/N. I liked to get my ego stroked, the attention felt nice, but I would never, ever step out on you. I love you, for fucks sake!” He went to reach for her but she backed up, flinching slightly. Another dagger to the chest. He had really, really fucked up. She never denied his touch.

“You love me?” A humorless laugh escaped her swollen lips. “Is that how you love people, Harry? Make them feel disposable and humiliated because you can’t be happy with one girl telling you that she loves you back? My compliments weren’t enough?” Arms crossed defensively over her chest. “Give me a fucking break. Telling me that as if you didn’t just say moments ago that you should take up girls who actively disrespected our relationship on their offers to fuck you while you were dating me? Yeah, that’s definitely something someone who loved me would do.” She wanted to stay angry but she was hurt. Hurt so bad, the full weight of their breakup actually hitting her as she felt the sob crawl up her throat and hurried to cover her eyes as she began to cry. It couldn’t be held back. She was at her breaking point.

Harry wanted to throw up. He hadn’t thought of it that way, and honestly? He had never expected this. Sometimes Y/N had acted as if she didn’t have a lot of emotion, reserved and a bit quiet when she expressed herself. The one time he had gotten her to let go was during sex, where he truly felt her desire. That was maybe why he liked the attention from other people. She wasn’t very forthcoming with praise or overly lovey with him, and it had hurt a little. But he could deal with that later, because his poor fucking girl was sobbing in front of him.

“No, no… sweet girl. Please.” He watched as she dropped down to sit on the floor, gathering her knees to her chest as he followed after her. “Hey- M’so sorry. I didn’t think about it like that. I really didn’t. I was just talking out of my ass because I was hurt we’re still broken up a-and I shouldn’t have said anything but….” He sat down fully next to her, pulling her body on to his lap. She tried to squirm at first but he could tell it was half hearted as she settled down a moment later, the sobs wracking her body as his arms wrapped around her and his lips went to her ear.

“M’so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t ever want to make you feel that way. You’ve always been so important to me and this is breaking my heart.” He whispered. “Hate that you’re crying because of me. I hate that I ever made you doubt that you were important to me, or that I respect you. I do. I promise you, I do.” He whimpered slightly, desperate to get her to believe him. “I’m an ass, I know. But you have to know I do, I love you so much. I’m so fucking sorry for throwing that in your face.”

In the grand scheme of things, he knew that some people would think she was overreacting- but he understood now. He hadn’t truly meant to take it that far, hadn’t even stopped to think that those exact women had been sources of insecurity. They were the first to pop into his head because he had rejected them again tonight, waiting for Y/N to arrive.

He never wanted to be broken up with. He had planned on being with her forever, and he had fucked it up.

Her cries started to fade, sniffles taking the place of sobs as he whispered soft words, consoling her. He knew he’d fucked up tonight, in their relationship. He hadn’t communicated the way he needed to and he played games, but he thought that it would get a different reaction. His intentions weren’t to hurt her. Selfishly, stupidly, he assumed it hadn’t phased her. That she was just angry and not upset.

If she’d give him another chance he’d fix it. He’d make sure to open her up a little more, make her feel more safe. Reign in his flirting, make sure he was just polite instead. He’d never put their relationship in jeopardy again. “C’mon. Come with me, to my room.” Standing up, he pulled her along with her. It said a lot about her right now that she wasn’t fighting, letting him lead her to his room with her hand tucked in his own. Her face was downcast, making sure no one could see that she’d cried as Harry took the key from his pocket and undid the lock. He really didn’t want strangers in his room.

It was still the same. His navy bedspread and Nirvana posters on the side of his wall, his desk slightly messy with a leftover fast food cup sitting next to his water bottle on his night stand. He’s gotten it for her, because she got thirsty in the middle of the night.

What really got her attention was the framed photo of them that was right next to it. Her soft smile and his wide one, teeth out as he held her in his lap. His flannel was around her and his hat was backwards as he snuggled her. It had been cool that night but there was a bonfire, not enough seats and a handsy Harry ready to make his lap her throne. Her throat tightened as she looked at the photo, dropping his hand and wrapping her arms around her body to self soothe before she walked up to it.

“Why do you still have this up?” Her voice was shaky still, looking down at the happy memory.

“Because I still love you. I told you.” Hands were placed on her hips as she was brought into him, hugging her from behind as he unwrapped her arms and threaded their fingers together. “I know I’ve been shit. I’ve been… impatient, an attention whore, all of the insults you’ve said. But I love you. I have since day one. I’d have never cheated on you, regardless of what you may believe.” The idea of it made him feel ill.

“Then why?” Her wavering voice made him frown. “Why did you keep flirting with people in my face? I know you said it was cause I wasn’t giving you enough compliments but I didn’t know you thought that.” His heart nearly snapped in two when her voice broke. “I thought the world of you. I was so proud to be with you and then… I thought you just didn’t like me anymore. I know…” A deep inhale was felt as her tummy lifted both of their arms. “I know I can be a little cold or quiet, but I had no idea you felt neglected. I pulled back because you kept talking to other girls how you used to talk to me and… I didn’t feel like it was okay to.”

It made him feel worse. Hearing this now. Y/N had broken up with him and he’d been hurt, his pride making him sneer at her and the nastiness was even more uncalled for now that he knew. Y/N wasn’t a bitch, she wasn’t unfeeling- she didn’t feel safe. He’d done that to her because he was the little bitch here, not giving her the safety she needed in order to open up. While they should’ve been continuing growing, he got his feelings hurt and made it impossible for her to feel like she could give those things to him.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was weak. “I’m sorry. I’ll keep saying it. I didn’t mean it. I promise, nothing I've said is true. I wanted to wind you up, I wanted to fuck you because it was the only way you’d get close to me again. I never intended on making you feel unsafe with me, fuck. That’s the last thing I ever wanted. Makes me feel sick to hear that.” He nuzzled against her neck, placing a kiss there before pulling away, unwrapping them and sitting on the edge of his bed. Y/N wasn’t fighting him, so he gently tugged her to sit on his lap, this time facing him. “There she is.” A sad smile lifted his lips, thumb wiping away the streaks of mascara that had flaked off with her tears. “Still so pretty when you cry, even if it breaks m’heart.”

It was worse than a kicked puppy. Y/N wasn’t a huge emoter so knowing that he’d done this had made him wonder what she did alone. How many other times he’d made her cry but she wasn’t solid enough around him to do it in front of him.

“You broke mine.” She whispered, looking down at his shirt. “I don’t mean to be a bitch. I was just scared.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Let me fix it. Please?” Holding her face in his hands, he got her eyes back on his. “Let me make it better. I won’t do any of that ever again, I’ll communicate better… Just let me make your heart feel safe again.”

Y/N knew she was a sucker for this. She shouldn’t say yes. Every part of her except her brain was screaming to stay, though. While her head was telling her to run away as fast as she could, her heart thudded in her chest and her body wanted closer to his own. It was a decision she may come to regret, maybe she’d hate herself for it, but she couldn’t let go. “O-Okay.” She whispered, feeling his head fall against hers. “Please don’t break my heart again, H. I can’t do that again.”

“I’d rather die.”

His lips were pressed against hers, and moved quickly from there.

One of the things that never lacked with them as a couple was sexual chemsitry. It’s what had them so obsessed with each other at first. The best way to get Y/N to express herself was when she was full of cock or close to the edge of orgasm, which was why Harry had no problem saying his apologies between her legs.

“M’sorry, baby.” He crooned, licking over her drippy slit. “So, so sorry. M’gonna take care of you.” Lips pressed kisses to her clit, a keening whine leaving her lips as fingers clutched his hair and brought him closer to her. His mouth had always been his greatest gift and biggest curse. Somehow he knew all the right things to say, all the right things to do to pleasure her but always stuck his goddamn foot in his mouth. He was going to change that now.

Dark green gazed into hers as he took another broad lick, the tip of his nose brushing over her clit. Large hands with chipped polish wrapped around her thighs and kept them spread, his hair a mess from her hands carding through it with their hot makeout and now his time spent working on her pussy. This was undoubtable a perk of being with the man, knowing how much he genuinely loved to eat pussy. He’d spend hours licking and sucking on her, making her sensitive and cum over and over again whenever he had the chance. For his birthday he’d genuinely wanted a day inside with her where he spent the majority of his morning eating her for breakfast, her thighs his perfect earmuffs from the snow that happened to fall on the day.

Whenever they spent time apart he missed this desperately. He’d not even tried to find someone to replace this because he knew the feeling wouldn’t ever be the same. Sure, he’d loved eating pussy before Y/N but it had turned into a full on obsession with her. No one had ever tasted as good, made as many cute noises, squealed when his mouth latched on her clit and his finger curled just right- like he was doing now, holding her bucking hips down.

“Oh, I know, Mama, I know.” He cooed against her. “Feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? Needed my mouth on this greedy fucking pussy…” Pursing his lips, he spit over her slit and watched it drip with a hiss before usng his tongue to spread it, digits dripping down to his wrist before his tongue trilled over the swollen bud. It didn’t take much to push her over, but a well timed smack against her thigh to get her to stop squirming had done the job. A wet gasp tore from her mouth as she squeale his name, simultaneously pulling his mouth against her and trying to push him away. Using his strength against her, he made sure to lick up a bit before spitting again, leaving her pussy wet and messy as he climbed up her body and kissed her hard.

His chin was wet and she knew he was a fucking mess but her tongue delved into his mouth, tasting herself on him. She could hear the tug down of his zipper, felt him moving and wiggling his pants down but she was too busy sucking on his tongue and reveling in his moans against her to think twice before she felt the tip of his cock smack against her cunt.

“I’m clean, baby. No one but you, never need anyone but you.” His grip on her chin was tight as he rutted himself against her cunt. “Even when you were being a miserable bitch t’me, all I wanted to do was love on you. M’gonna make sure you never fucking doubt how much you own me again. This is the only cunt I need.”

There was sick satisfaction that rolled through him as he slid into her and felt the stretch, watching her mouth fall open as she was filled. It only confirmed what he had hoped- she hadn’t been fucking around much, if at all. Granted, he was thick and long and it would be hard to beat him, but he knew what she felt like when she was well fucked. “Oh, look at that…” He whispered, angling her head down to look at where her pussy lips clung to his cock as he pulled out a bit. “She missed me, didn’t she, baby? Sweet pussy missed my cock so fucking much, doesn’t want me to pull away.”

Harry was by far the filthiest man she’d ever experienced but that’s part of the appeal. He may be a bit of an asshole, but god, he knew how to fuck. How to kiss. How to make her feel special when he wasn’t being a dickhead. Moments like this always wiped that shit clean, the slate cleared and her head foggy as all she could focus on was how right he was. “Yeah- yeah, don’t take it from me again.” She growled, digging her nails into his skin. “Don’t fucking take my cock from me again, don’t make me walk away. This is mine.”

Harry hissed, loving the sting on his skin and how she spoke. Y/N could be a fierce little bitch and he loved that about her. She hadn’t been pleased tonight and he’d taken it too far, but she was going to have no doubt how much he had been missing her. Their hate sex had been good, but their makeup sex was even better. “Never, Mama. Never, it’s all yours. You’re right.” His voice soothed, pushing back into her and reveling in how hot she was. Tight. Everything he could possibly need. “It’s yours always, and I don’t want anyone else. Jus’ want you to let me love on you, make you feel good. Be my girl again. He had everything else he wanted, but Y/N was the missing link. He’d fucked up with her, but he wouldn’t do it again. Not when this was how explosive it was between them.

“You better fucking treat me right.” Her hand held his face now. “Better be so nice to me, buy me f-flowers and hold my hand… Fuck me good, make sure all the other b-bitches know that you’re taken.” Her legs wound around him and he felt a heel surely to bruise his ass, but he didn’t care. “Don’t let them think you’re available because you’re an attention whore.”

Harry moaned at the degrading words, because they were true. He was indeed an attention whore and he’d never deny it. “Only for you, baby. Want all your fucking attention… fuck.” He hissed, thrusting slower as he looked at where they joined. “Creaming on my cock already, really must have missed me.” Noses brushed before he fucked harder into her, trying to bring her to the edge. “Fingers didn’t cut it, did they? No toy can make you feel as good as his. Know that you needed Daddy t’fuck you right.”

Y/N let out a wail as he tugged her hips up, his face leaving hers to sit on his knees while he fucked her. He was getting the spot she needed, saying the words she wanted and she felt hot all over. Syrupy, sticky hot as she dripped down her ass as the sound of their sex filled his room. The music muffled behind the door didn’t matter, all she wanted to hear was his dirty talk and the sound of their skin. “Yes, I needed it Daddy- Fuck me, fuck me right. You always make me cum over and over…” her head rolled back on the mattress as her fingers found his wrists, grounding herself as he fucked her steady and hard.

His eyes took in the view of bouncing tits and a messy cock pistoning in and out of her creamy cunt, breathing heavy while he felt her tighten up on him. His goal was always to make sure she came over and over, a generous lover being one of his positive attributes. “Mhm… It’s never changed, Mama. M’gonna give it to you just like that. God, you look so fucking pretty on my dick, baby. Need to capture it.” He adjusted slightly as he took his phone out, thankful his pants had only been down a few inches as he pressed record. A breathy laugh left him as he fucked into her willing body, aiming the camera down at her face. “Say hi to the camera, pretty girl.” He crooned.

“H-Hi Daddy.” She mewled, preening under the attention. It was a guilty pleasure of hers, knowing he had the filthy images and videos on his phone. It was even better to watch it back and see just how wrecked she got from him. “You’re gonna be nice to me so you- so you don’t have to delete these, right?” He’d had to delete all the videos when they broke up, but she hoped this time they’d get to stick around forever.

“Of course, my sweet girl. Never gonna fuck this up again… Not when we look so fucking good together. Feel so fucking good together…. Fuck, look at that…” He got a close up of her cunt as it stretched to fit him, clinging to his length. “You’re gonna cum, I can feel it.” His eyes met hers as he started to get her to the edge, her face glistening and eyes hazy. “Go on, baby. Do it. Cum on my cock, make a fucking mess.”

Harry could feel it as she did, the high pitched whine of his name and the bite of her nails as she writhed on his cock, the camera capturing her face as she did so. Mouth open and eyes rolled back, the blissed out smile following as he fucked her through it. He didn’t stop, tossing the phone to the side as he kissed her again as his cock pulsed, trying to hold back his own orgasm. “Mmm… fuck. I love when you cum on me. So gorgeous, all mine.” He rubbed their noses together again while humping into her, her impossibly hot cunt clinging to him as he peppered kisses to her face. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

“No?” She grinned, feeling drunk. “Should have known, you sex maniac- fuck.” She pushed his hand away from her cunt. “Give a girl a minute, fucks sake.”

“Just got you back, can you blame me?” He smiled against her mouth, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth. He wanted her to look freshly fucked and glowing tomorrow when she had to meet up with her friends for brunch, sure to piss them off with the news that they’re back together. “Mean it, I’m not letting you go this time. Never again.” His smirk got bigger. “Pussy’s too fucking good.”

“Shut up, slut.” She pushed his face away playfully. You’ve got more than one orgasm to go until I think about taking you back. Prove your worth to me.” His cock could be felt twitching inside her yet again.

“Whatever you say, Mama.” He cooed, pulling out of her regretfully. “Now, get on your knees. I’ve got to say sorry to your pretty ass.”

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harriet13lovely · 19 days

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I need a breeding kink blurb PLS 🙏🙏🙏

⛔️ WARNING ‼️ SMUTTY SMUT BREEDING KINK SIZE KINK ALL THE KINK (enjoy 🤭) + plus a link to an audio porn on tumblr to really get into that wet pussy sound 🙈 I'm so sorry in advance but I am in fact ovulating according to my calculator and this was... Anyway there's no plot, this is basically only smut. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THIS KIND OF THING THANK YOU

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"Oh baby... look a'you... getting stuffed so deep. Loves getting her little pussy filled up and bred yeah? Need Daddy's come honey? Need me to put more babies in this belly? Fuck you til your tummy's swollen, your tits are full of milk, and pussy ruined?"

"Mmm..." you tried moaning but you were out of breath and your gargled noises were stifled by the way he was plowing into you, long and heavy strokes that dipped into your guts and punched the air from your lungs. All you could do was lie there with your legs spread apart as he fucked the life from you. His fat cock was making your walls ache he'd been going at if for so long.

"Can't speak, little mama? Don't want the kids to hear do we? That's right... just let daddy fuck you til your come hole is full of my sperm and let it sink in deep so I can knock you up over and over again. Likes her pussy stuffed with cock and come and her womb full of babies..."

Harry loved it when you were pregnant. You already had two kids and he was raring to go for a third. But so were you. You loved watching him be a dad. And you'd love to see him holding another tiny baby again - your tall, tattooed, and strong husband holding that delicate bundle against his chest with tears in his eyes, humming a tune and swaying slowly back and forth. Just for that, you'd give him as many babies as he wanted.

"Already had you stuffed with all my cream this morning, now here you are all sweaty and gagging for more. Fucking need it don't you? Gonna take my come honey? Little mama wants it, yeah?"

You could barely nod but you managed to knock your head back and forth. You were exhausted after he'd already given you two orgasms but now you could feel him coming to his end, his arms were shaking and his thrusts were getting sloppy with that big cock twitching as he stretched your walls. His impressive size was addicting.

"You ready? Think you can take another load?"

"Mmmm..." a pathetic wet mumble fell from your lips as Harry choked out a groan, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake the kids and you felt him throb and throb as he dropped his mouth open wide and pasted his hips against yours, unloading hours and hours worth of vital come into your womb, his balls emptying every drop inside of you.

You were very much done for by the time he pulled out but Harry wasn't. He angled your hips up with a heaving chest and stuffed himself back inside, holding his shaft to keep steady as he fucked his come into you, "There we go. Let's get that all in there," he watched as he dipped inward, keeping you full of his sperm, wet squelches (NSFW LINK - opens up a tumblr audio porn, no visuals 😈) coming from your pussy with the way he was plunging back into you to make sure his come didn't leak out, "Get that pussy fed and happy," he hissed as he pumped in gently, his cock sensitive to the touch after his orgasm.

He enjoyed the view of it... your shiny puffy pussy wrapped around his thick shaft as he pushed his come back inside you until he couldn't stay hard any longer. You were sure that was baby number three.

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harriet13lovely · 19 days

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For blurb night can you do a smuttt piece when Harry’s maybe a dom and reader loves dirty talk?

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He’s got her right where he wants her. Weak and desperate, agreeing to everything she says like the dumb little cock slut she is.

Her nipples are pearled beneath her silk pyjama top, Harry’s hand stuffed into her shorts. He’s lazily ghosting his fingers across her clit, feather like touch and her skin is blazing with goosebumps.

She’s flat on her back as Harry lays on his side next to her. He leans himself up by his elbow as his fingers gently stroke at her face.

“So desperate, aren’t you puppy?”

It’s sadistic, they both know it. Yes, daddy. No, daddy. Giving him everything he wants to hear. God, she’s such a good girl. The best girl.

“You’ll do anything for me to touch you, ain’t that right?”

Y/N nods, breathless as she hums. Harry doesn’t like that and he smacks her swollen clit, huffing.

“Good girls use their words. Or are you a bad girl now?”

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head fast. “No, daddy. I’m a good girl, I promise.”

The desperation in her voice makes Harry’s cock throb. He dips his finger between her folds, wetness seeping from her begging little hole.

“My poor puppy, all soaked and needy,” he tuts. “I bet all you want is daddy’s cock making you feel nice and full right now?”

Y/N’s delirious. Begging and pleading as tears begin to cloud her vision. Her body burns under his gentle touch especially because she knows he’s anything but.

“Too bad, petal. Daddy’s not feeling very kind tonight. I think I need to fuck your little throat so you can show me just how much of a good girl you are.”

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harriet13lovely · 21 days

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Maisy and Harry are just friends (except they aren't)

Summary: It all started with the prompt "we're not just friends and you fucking know it", and then it turned into several short scenes about two people who are supposed to be just friends, except they aren't.

ONE-SHOT AU, friends to lovers, angst, romance, sweetness, smut +18 (explicit language and explicit sexual content) 25k words

It took less than five minutes for a girl to approach him.

Maisy sighed and leaned back in her chair, sipping her almost-empty-drink and watching the scene take place right in front of her.

To be fair, she wasn't surprised. In fact, before Harry had left the table to get another round of drinks, she'd thought about making a joke and bet how long it would take for a girl to divert him from his task. In the end, she didn't say anything, of course. First because she worried he wouldn't find it funny, but mostly because she was afraid he would see right through her words and notice how terrified she was about the possibility of seeing him with someone else.

So, yeah, she wasn't surprised, but that still didn't mean she wasn't upset. After all, she had spent the entire day secretly hoping things between them would be different now.

"You're staring," Niall muttered next to her, taking the seat Harry had been occupying until a couple of minutes ago. "Already told ya, if you want him, talk to him."

Maisy scoffed, shaking her head as if she could also shake his words away. Niall was sweet, but he was also oblivious to the fact that Harry already knew about her feelings and, still, nothing had changed. Although, if she really thought about it, maybe things were even worse now.

Ugh, why was he acting like that? Why did he keep pretending nothing had happened?

Harry was one of her closest friends, and one of the things she loved the most about him was how sweet and thoughtful he was to everyone around him, especially to those he cared about. That's who he'd been to her since the first day, at least. So even if he didn't feel the same, surely she wasn't expecting for him to simply ignore her feelings.

Over a week had passed and she hadn't talked to anyone about it. As the days went by, it became obvious that the more she thought about what had happened, the more anxious she felt. She figured she deserved to be honest and talk to someone, so she straightened her body and pushed her shoulders back, turning towards Niall and taking a deep breath before finally letting the words out of her mouth.

"We kissed."

Niall pulled his beer away from his face and turned his head, facing her with an open mouth and widened eyes. "Wha—Who? You and Harry?"

Maisy nodded, and Niall jerked his body closer.

"What the fuck?! You two kissed? When? How?!"

His reaction made her chuckle, but she dismissed his excitement by shrugging and finishing her drink before speaking again—as if the story wasn't that important or that interesting (and as if they both didn't know that was obviously a lie).

"He just came over last week and… I don't know. We kissed?"

It sounded more like a question, like she wasn't sure it had actually happened. But it had. The kiss was real. It had happened and it had made her feel all kinds of different and exciting things. And now she couldn't stop thinking about doing it again. And again. And again.

"Right," Niall scoffed. "Just like that? After five years hanging out together, out of nowhere, you both just thought you know what? Let's kiss today. Might be fun!?"

Maisy didn't know how to answer that, so she rolled her eyes and laughed lightly. Niall definitely had a point, and maybe in a couple of weeks—or months, or years—she'd be able to explain it better, but right then and there she honestly didn't have an answer. It wasn't supposed to happen and it definitely was not what she had in mind when she invited him over, but they were having fun and laughing and at some point she felt something shift in the air and she just… She just kissed him.

Just like that.

Maisy kissed Harry.

And then Harry kissed Maisy.

A lot.

The memory made her cheeks turn hot, and her belly fluttered. She turned back to the table and looked down, fixing her eyes on her fingers and picking at her nails.

Niall must have sensed her uneasiness, because he didn't pressure for an explanation, moving on to the next question with a softer tone.

"Does he know you like him, then?"

Maisy shrugged.

"He must know. I mean, he has to know…" She tapped her foot on the ground, narrowing her eyes as she stared at her fingertips, "right?"

She lifted her eyes just a second, just to question him, and Niall dropped his shoulders.

He moved closer, throwing his arm over the back of her chair. "Isy…"

She shook her head, then focused back on her nails. "You said it yourself, Ni, we hang out all the time… And, I mean, he stays over a lot, and we cuddle, we hold hands… I don't do that with everyone. You know that. He knows that. And also, I don't know, why would I kiss him like that? Out of nowhere?"

"Because it wasn't out of nowhere."

"Exactly!" She looked up, and her eyes landed on Harry once more. Maisy sighed. "It wasn't."

The girl was still there, talking to him, casually laughing and flipping her hair. And Harry seemed really into it, happily paying attention and nodding to whatever the girl was saying. Smirking so fondly that Maisy could even see his dimple.

Her chest tightened, and her stomach swirled.

"God," Maisy laughed bitterly and shortly, rubbing her forehead as she looked away. "I'm so stupid."

"Isy," Niall sighed, "Stop. You're not stupid."

"I am, though." She shrugged. "It's just… He never looked at me that way, you know?"

Her voice cracked, and she took both hands up to her face, hiding behind them with an exaggerated grunt. "Fucking stupid…"

Niall took his hand to her shoulder and sighed, offering half a hug as he squeezed her gently. "That's not fair, Isy. You know how incredibly amazing you are. And to be honest you're just so out of his league. So much better than anyone he could ever date. So he is the stupid one for not seeing what's right in front of him, ok?"

Maisy shook her head. She knew Niall meant well, but she also felt like he didn't understand where she was coming from. See, Maisy knew that Harry liked her, and how much he trusted her — after all, that's why they were friends in the first place. She knew that she was important to him and that she was the first person he'd call or the one he'd run to when he needed something. She knew Harry would let her cry on his shoulder, hold her, share a bed with her, and listen to whatever she had to say. Dates would come and go in his life, but she was still there and he wouldn't let go of her.

So it wasn't like he didn't know what (or who) was in front of him.

Harry just didn't fancy her. Simply as that. He didn't dream about her in the same way she dreamed about him. And he had never treated her the same way he treated the girls he fancied on their nights out. He had never offered to buy her a drink just because he thought she was pretty, nor had tucked her hair behind her ear just to kiss her neck. He'd never rested his hand on her leg under the table, nor whispered in her ear how badly he wanted to take her home.

Harry had never shown any signs of being physically attracted to her, and that really, really, freaking fucking sucked. Because there was nothing she could do about that. She couldn't force him to want her like she wanted him.

"Do you want to leave?" Niall squeezed her shoulder. "'Cause I think we should."

Maisy nodded, then dropped her hands down to the table. "Yeah, please. Let's just go."

"Ok, great." He smiled, relieved at the idea of taking his best friend away from there. "'M just gonna pee and we'll go, ok? Be right back."

Nodding to Niall's words and watching him walk away, Maisy couldn't help but glance over them one more time.

Without a doubt, if Maisy had a choice, she wouldn't actively compare herself to others, knowing it was an unhealthy and worthless habit. Then again, she didn't notice she was doing it until it was too late and her throat felt too dry to even breathe. Because everything about the girl standing in front of Harry seemed perfect, and everything about Maisy sitting at that table by herself seemed ridiculous — she hadn't even at least showered after work, for God's sake!

There were so many differences between her and that girl that it seemed impossible not to feel embarrassed about even thinking something could happen between them, or about even feeling something just platonic for him.

Besides the fact that the girl was extremely attractive, or that her hair was long, wavy and shiny, or that her dress hugged her figure amazingly, it was obvious that her body language screamed confidence and determination.

And she wasn't doing anything wrong, really, but Maisy wanted to push her away from him as soon as she saw her raise her body to whisper in his ear, touching Harry's arm and making him smile. It only got worse when Harry leaned in and tucked a lock of hair behind the girl's ear, letting his hand slide from her shoulder to her hand, and then resting it on her waist. He smirked, then whispered something back to her.

"'M back, let's go." Niall stood in front of her, frowning while blocking up her view. "'M gonna walk you home, then I'm gonna punch Harry's fucking stupid face. C'mon."

— — — — —

Maisy had a feeling it was Harry as soon as she heard the knock on her door, hence why she wasn't surprised to see him standing in the middle of the hallway. Still, it was barely past midnight, so seeing him there didn't make much sense—wasn't he supposed to be with the girl?

"Heyyy Haz!" She smiled, trying her best to appear nonchalant despite the fact that she had just spent thirty minutes crying over him in the shower. "Thought you were still at the pub."

"Can I come in?"

The tone of his voice was one she couldn't recognize, and Maisy froze for a moment. She blinked at him, taking in the intensity behind his glare and the tension all over his face. Her smile faltered, and she furrowed her brows.

"I—Yes." She took a step aside and raised his hand, showing him the way as if he hadn't simply barged in any other time up until then. "Of course."

Harry stared ahead and walked in, radiating so much tension and heat that Maisy's heart skipped a beat, then immediately sped up. She swallowed, closing the door before following his steps to the living room.

As seconds went by, he didn't turn to look at her, and she was able to spot a slight trace of red lipstick on his neck. It was hard not to picture him and the girl together, but it was even harder not to think about how it had felt to tangle her own fingers through his curls while tasting that same bit of skin. And it hurt that, no matter how much she wished she could kiss him again, somebody else had done that already just earlier that night.

"Are you ok?" she asked, pushing the memories away. "Did—Did something happen?"

Harry snorted. "I don't know. You tell me."

Maisy frowned, scrunching up her face and blinking a few times while trying (and miserably failing) to organize her thoughts.

"What? I—What's… What's that supposed to mean?"

Harry remained silent, though, and her chest tightened. Closing her hands into fists, she licked her lips and took a breath in, then looked him up and down.

"Haz, please…" her voice trembled, but she still tried. "What's going on? Talk to me."

Nothing changed, and she swallowed.

"Can you at least look at me? Please? I don't—"

"Why?!" He turned around, then, so abruptly that Maisy's mouth fell open as she took a step back.

"Why didn't you talk to me? Huh?!" Harry glared at her, his jaw tightened and his brows snapped together while he threw his hands in the air and raised his voice. "Why did I have to go through a massive fight with Niall to find out that you have—That you—I mean—" he paused, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. A moment passed while he took a deep breath, only for him to give a humorless laugh right after. "Jesus, it's so absurd I can't even say it."

"What…Why—Why are you so mad at me?" She wrapped her arms around herself, knowing Harry wasn't making any sense, but at the same time scared for what she thought he was implying. Had Niall gone back to the pub? He had walked her home only a couple of hours earlier, they'd talked a little, she'd cried on his shoulder, and then he'd left. She hadn't thought about where he would go next, just assuming he'd go straight back to his place, but maybe she'd been wrong? She just… She didn't… What was happening? "I—I didn't do anything. I don't even… I don't even know what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about the fact that Niall just yelled at me for half an hour for apparently breaking your heart, Maisy. That's what I'm talking about!"

There was a pause. A long and painful pause.

Harry's chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, fists clenched while his arms remained at his sides and he glared at her.

Standing a few feet across from him, Maisy's eyes welled up with tears. She knew Harry like she knew the palm of her hand, and out of all the times she'd imagined him finding out, anger had never been present. Shock? Sure. Sadness? Yes. Worry? Also yes. Pity? Almost every time. She'd imagined many things, and different emotions. Everything. Anything. But never that.

She'd never thought he would ever throw words at her so carelessly, so loudly, and so harshly. On top of that, she also didn't think she deserved them. Because, really, what had she done besides stupidly falling in love with him? She'd never gotten in his way nor stopped him from living his life. So, yeah, truly—why was he so mad at her?

She swallowed down her tears and clenched her teeth, blinking rapidly as adrenaline rushed through her veins.

"Oh, I see." She took a step closer and nodded, straightening her body and allowing her hands to talk along with her own raising voice. "So what? Niall tells you that you broke my heart and this is your reaction? What the hell Harry?! Did you really think this was a good idea? Coming back to my place in the middle of the night just to yell at me?! What were you thinking?!"

Harry flinched, and blinked. A mix of emotions flashed through his eyes, until he settled with anger once again.

"Of course I didn't think or plan this, Maisy! That's exactly why I'm here. I'm trying to understand because it doesn't make any sense!"

"What doesn't make sense?"

"Everything was fine, Maisy!"

She rolled her eyes and looked away, taking her hand up to pull her hair back and letting him say whatever he wanted to say.

"So I don't get it, ok?! I don't! And we were having fun tonight! Man I met this amazing girl, and was just about to take her home when Niall started yelling at me. For fucks sake! Out of nowhere! Of course she left and now I'm—"

"Okay, okay. Stop," she interrupted, holding her palms up and staring back at him. "Just… Just stop, please."

Harry frowned even deeper, and a long, low sigh fell through Maisy's lips. There was no point in arguing with him, and she knew that.

"I get it, okay?" she added. "And I'm very sorry for ruining your night with this amazing girl. I swear I didn't mean to. I left the pub just so I could come home and cry by myself. So trust me, I didn't want to bother you with this, ok? And I swear to God I didn't want Niall to go back and tell you about it. I didn't want any of this to happen. So I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry."

She dropped her weight on the couch and breathed in, then slowly rubbed her temples and breathed out.

It was the realization of how exhausted she sounded that made Harry stop and pay attention to her for the first time since she'd opened the door. He noticed the lack of energy, the way she covered her face, the way she hunched her body as if she needed to hug herself. As if she needed to protect herself.

It only took one second and one attentive glance for all of his anger to melt away, and a big wave of guilt crashed into him.

Unfortunately, though, Harry didn't know how to handle that situation. It was a new dynamic between them, a new path for a friendship that wasn't supposed to take that turn. So he continued justifying himself, although much more carefully than before.

"It took me by surprise, y'know? That's all. I was—" He shut his mouth and shook his head, exhaling before going back to explaining himself. "It doesn't matter. The thing is that Niall just came out of nowhere, so mad at me, Isy… I couldn't understand what was going on, and then he was blaming me for breaking your heart and talking about how you—saying that you have—I mean—That you have—"

"That I have, what?" With closed eyes, she dug her fingertips into her forehead, then shrugged. "Just say it, Harry, c'mon."

He frowned, unable to move.

"Is it true? Do you?"

"Again, what?" Letting out a hollow laugh, she dropped her hands down to her lap and looked at him. "You have to at least say it."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because it doesn't make sense! It— it can't be true. We are just friends and—"

"Oh, c'mon Harry!" She stood up, taking a step forward if only to make sure he wouldn't ignore her next words. "We're not just friends and you fucking know it."

"No! I don't—I mean, yes. Yes we are. We're just friends, Isy!"

"Just friends? Really?"

"Yes!"

"Well…" She shrugged, and looked away. "Not to me then, I'm sorry."

Harry took a step back and widened his eyes. And then, he blinked, pulling his hair back with one hand and resting the other on his hip before glancing down at his own feet.

Maisy sighed. A tiny part of her wanted to grab him by his shoulders, shake him up, and yell at him to wake up. Just shout at him. Prove him wrong.

However, she had no more energy to fight him. Not about that, at least. Her body felt too heavy to even move and her heart had changed into a slow thud inside her numb chest. Harry was her favorite person, but at that moment all she wanted was to be alone. It wasn't her intention to make him angry, let alone disappoint him, and knowing that she'd put them both in that situation only made her feel even more ashamed.

So she decided to be honest. Too exhausted to argue, she decided to stop fighting or running away and just say what she'd been thinking since she'd left the pub earlier that night.

"Look… I don't think we're just friends, Haz. I'm just friends with Niall. I've known him for over 10 years and I've never kissed him. God, I never even thought about kissing him. He slept over plenty of times, but he never asked to cuddle with me, and he never held me the way that you do. Last week I… I kissed you and you kissed me back, Harry. And maybe I got it wrong, but… But you really made me feel like you fucking wanted to, y'know? We weren't drunk, we kissed for hours and we didn't even have sex. We kissed and then you stayed and you fell asleep with your arms around me. And then you woke up and you—" Her voice cracked, and she knew she needed to take a deep breath if she wanted to continue. Maybe reliving every single detail was too much, maybe she didn't need to do that. "Anyway, no, ok? No. You and me, Harry? We're not just friends, and even if you can't say it out loud or believe it's true, I do have feelings for you. I've had feelings for you for a long time now and to be honest, yeah, you really… I'm sorry but you really broke my heart tonight."

Even with all the chatter around him, Harry caught the soft thump of someone's boots across the busy studio. It was like his mind was searching for the perfect excuse to get distracted, because he instantly dropped the task he was supposed to be doing and focused on the sound, instead. From there on, every noise caught his attention — Nina's fingers tapping against the keyboard, Johnny's phone ringing, Jenny and Patrick laughing as they filled their mugs with coffee, Maria and Julia whispering by the windows.

Despite not seeing anyone, he somehow kept up with everyone's movements and conversations. Meanwhile, displayed on the screen in front of him, the design he was supposed to be working on since he'd arrived that morning—and that he was also supposed to deliver to a client in less than thirty-six hours—remained untouched.

"You look like shit," Niall's voice pointed out from behind him, and Harry stiffened on his seat.

He knew Niall had been right behind him all along. Of course he knew. It wasn't as if he could've expected anything differently. After all, that's how the two had met: they'd joined the agency on the same day and were assigned to sit back to back from each other, then the rest was history.

Since then, that monday was the first day in over five years they still hadn't said even one word to each other. It was weird, to be honest, but they were both still resentful from the events of last friday's night, and too stubborn to handle the situation any differently.

So, yeah. To sum it up, Harry knew Niall had been there all along, but he wasn't expecting to engage in a conversation with him. Not yet. Not for another couple of days.

Still, Harry cleared his throat, and shrugged.

"Yeah, well…" he said, keeping his eyes on the screen. "I feel like shit."

Niall made a sound that resembled a hum, but then got quiet. And Harry wasn't sure of what he could say next, or if there was anything to say at all, so he breathed in and waited in silence.

No matter how confusing the latest events of his life had been, if there was one thing Harry was still sure of, it was that Niall and Maisy cared about each other like brother and sister. And that whilst he'd been easily welcomed into the group by the two of them, their friendship already lasted for over a decade, so it would always come first. And he was ok with that, he understood that. Niall knew Maisy in a different way than Harry did, and she would tell Niall things that she would never talk to him about, so there was no point in competing with them. It wasn't even something he would ever try to do, to be honest.

"So…" Niall cleared his throat. "You went to Isy's."

And there it was.

Harry closed his eyes.

See? Of course Niall already knew about that.

Sure, it didn't bother him, and it also wasn't a surprise, but… What was he supposed to say? He didn't even think Niall would want to talk to him, so what was he supposed to expect out of that conversation? As far as Harry knew, he had broken Maisy's heart and she wasn't talking to him anymore. And that was it. He had fucked everything up — before he even knew there was something to fuck up in the first place.

Bloody hell.

Harry sighed, then glanced at the screen in front of him.

To be completely honest, he had spent the last 48 hours trying to understand what the hell had happened, wincing every time he remembered Maisy's words and shuddering every time he thought about how he'd left her crying by herself on the couch.

Those same 48 hours had made him feel all over the place, everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time. He was all by himself the entire weekend, locked at home, having to occupy his mind with random, meaningless and stupid little things so he wouldn't drown in his own thoughts. Surely, it wasn't the first time they hadn't seen or talked to each other for a couple of days — although it was something rare to happen — but it was the way they'd left things that kept tormenting him.

He still had so many questions, because he needed so many answers. He wanted to know more about what had happened, about what had changed, or when, or why…

And he was also desperate to know what would happen next, because… Well… What was he even supposed to do after all that?

Harry rolled his chair around, getting himself out of his own spiraling thinking.

Niall was already facing him, glaring at him. He sat with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs extended forward, clenching his jaw and flaring his nostrils as if he was trying to set Harry on fire.

Clearly, it was safe to say Niall was still mad at him. And Harry didn't blame him — he was mad at himself, too.

He rolled his shoulders, and finally asked, "Did she tell you about it?"

Niall shrugged once. Briefly and quickly. "Kinda."

Harry nodded. He took one of his hands out of the pocket of his jumper and lifted it to the back of his neck, then massaged some of the stiffness away. There were so many things he wanted to ask, it was hard to choose where to start. He also didn't want to say the wrong thing and have Niall trying to physically fight him again. Things were already bad enough as they were, there was no need to add more drama into it.

Moving his hand from his neck to his face, he dragged his eyes to the floor and pinched his lip, pulling the skin as he voiced the next question.

"When did you see her?"

"Yesterday."

Harry nodded again, eyes still on the floor and fingers still on his bottom lip.

Across from him, Niall narrowed his eyes. He wasn't just messing around when he'd said Harry looked like shit. A beanie hid his hair, his shoulders were rigid, he hadn't shaved, his jaw was clenched, and he kept constantly squeezing his eyebrows together. Also, judging by the bags under his eyes, he didn't seem to be sleeping that well — or he didn't seem to be sleeping at all.

Should he be worried? He'd checked on Maisy a lot, but maybe he should've checked on Harry as well, because maybe this whole situation had also messed him up, even if for different reasons. Maybe Harry also needed a friend.

Shit.

Niall took a deep breath and uncrossed his arms, letting his shoulders fall as he straightened his back. "You honestly look like shit mate, did you sleep at all this weekend?"

Harry finally glanced over, shaking his head.

"I'm just…" He pressed his lips together, scratching his jaw before letting both of his hands fall on his lap. "She hasn't been answering any of my calls."

Niall lifted then dropped his eyebrows, nodding as if he knew exactly what Harry was talking about.

"Yeah, well…" He shrugged. "I don't think she will, to be honest."

Harry nodded, and looked away.

He probably deserved that.

— — — — —

"Thanks," Harry said to the waitress as she placed two beers and some fries on the table.

As soon as she walked away, he grabbed a bottle and took a sip, giving himself a few more seconds before asking the question he really wanted to ask.

"How is she?"

Niall's hand was full of fries, midway to his mouth, and Harry didn't miss the way he froze for one second before looking at him and engulfing them. He didn't finish eating before answering, mumbling the words as he chewed, "She's hurt. And you know how she gets when she's hurt."

"Fuck." Harry ran his fingers through his hair, pulling his head back and sighing to the ceiling. It killed him to know he'd been the one to make Maisy suffer, it killed him that she didn't let him hold her when she cried, and it killed him how she begged him to leave her alone because his presence was only making it worse. "I didn't mean to hurt her. I would never mean that."

Niall scoffed, and Harry glanced down again. He found his friend eating fries absently, as if he wasn't part of the conversation anymore. Scanning them carefully before picking one and shoving it into his mouth. And then another one.

Harry frowned. "What? You know I didn't mean to hurt her, right?"

Niall peeked at him through the corner of his eyes.

"Well…" He tilted his head from side to side, then shifted on his seat and rubbed his hands together, cleaning up the salt. "Look, you didn't mean it. Fine. But I don't think you worried about it either, alright? I mean, you walked to the bar to get Isy a drink and didn't come back 'cause you wanted to hook up with some random chick. Which, by the way, was already a problem in the first place 'cause she had to watch you flirting around. But then, after I told you she has feelings for you, you went back to hers and blamed her for not getting laid? That's fucked up man, c'mon."

"She told you I blamed her for not getting laid?"

Niall lifted his eyebrows. "Didn't you?"

"I—I don't know, I was just freaking out. You saw when I left the pub, I wasn't even thinking."

"Clearly," Niall snickered, then looked around the pub as he took a deep breath. "Look, she didn't want to say anything 'cause she didn't want to lose your friendship… And, yeah, maybe part of this mess it's on me, 'cause… Well, 'cause I told you about it, alright? But… Mate… Look, you didn't see how hurt she was when she saw you at the bar, ok? You didn't think about her, and that really, really pissed me off."

Rubbing his jaw, Harry rolled his neck and sighed. It was true, Harry didn't see how much it hurt Maisy to see him at the bar. He actually didn't even know Maisy was watching as the girl approached him, but even if he did, he wouldn't have thought it was something that would hurt her. Sure, she would probably tease him for ditching them, or pinch him for leaving her waiting for her drink… But feeling hurt? As far as he knew, that wasn't even an alternative.

"I don't… I don't get it." He shrugged. "It's not like she never saw me with a girl before. I mean, I've been single since we met, and that's over five years, man. She's the one who had a boyfriend for two fucking years and you never saw me say a word about it."

"Huh," Niall scoffed, curving his lips up as he took his beer to his mouth. He took a sip, then murmured behind the bottle, "I had no idea Maisy having a boyfriend bothered you."

Harry tilted his own bottle, pointing at him. "That's not what I said. My point is, she knows I hook up every now and then. We always talked about it, and it was never a problem before."

Rolling his eyes, Niall sighed. Harry was really getting on his nerves with those stupid doubts.

"Well, obviously, this time was different."

"But why? Why was it different this time? What changed?"

"What changed?" Niall laughed, humorlessly and unbelievably, banging his beer against the table and inching forward. He wouldn't expect a kiss to mean something when it came to random hook ups, but he also wouldn't expect Harry to treat Maisy like a random hook up. Harry knew her better than that. And Maisy deserved better than that. Harry couldn't just kiss her and act as if it hadn't happened. He just couldn't. Niall wouldn't allow that. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Or are you just that stupid?!"

"Wha—"

"You two fucking kissed, mate! C'mon!"

"I—"

"You do remember that, right?"

Harry scoffed. "Of course I remember!"

"Of course you remember." Niall rolled his eyes and shook his head, chuckling at how dense his friend could be. "Then what? Are you trying to pretend it didn't happen?"

Harry shook his head and stared down at his hands, one of them holding the bottle as the other played with the sticker on it. Of course he wasn't trying to pretend their kiss hadn't happened. He just didn't think it was something that would happen between them, and when it did, he didn't think it would go further than that. He didn't think Maisy saw him that way. Maybe at first, years ago, when they'd just met. But once he realized she'd put him in the friendzone, he didn't think he would ever get out of there. And he'd made peace with that. He put the idea away and locked it inside his mind. But he also wasn't sure if any of that made sense, and he didn't want to say something that would make it seem as if he didn't care about Maisy. Because he did. He cared about her way too much to lose her.

"I'm not—" Shit. How was he supposed to explain what was going through his mind? "I'm not trying to pretend it didn't happen, that's—that's not it."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, feeling a sour taste in his mouth. "I guess… I guess I just didn't think she was expecting something different from me, that's all."

The pause that followed his answer was filled with tension. Harry kept fidgeting with the bottle in his hand, taking deep breaths to clear out his mind. Or perhaps to relieve the memories of that day. Trying to understand why it should've been so obvious to him that Maisy expected more out of them when she didn't say anything about it. Why should've been so obvious to him, when she didn't act any differently the next morning? Why should've been so obvious to him, when she'd barely texted him back the next day? And why should've been so obvious to him if, when he'd invited her to go out for a drink, she'd been the one to suggest that Niall tagged along?

"Anyway…" Niall said, then put more fries inside his mouth and chewed. After a second, he swallowed, then added, "Everything would've probably been just fine if you hadn't freaked out on her. That was really stupid."

"Right." Harry raised an eyebrow, eying his friend from across the table. "Can you blame me, though? You shoved me over those tables and tried to punch me, mate! Out of nowhere. Did you really need to be so fucking dramatic?"

Niall shifted on his seat, chuckling under his breath as he scratched his neck. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that… I told ya, I was really pissed off."

Harry's lips curved into a smile. He shook his head, lifting his beer and finishing the liquid inside while Niall ate more fries.

The tension between them had faded off, so although their conversation died for a couple minutes, things didn't feel awkward anymore. Still, there were a million things rushing through Harry's mind. Because, truly, what the hell was he supposed to do now? He didn't want to lose Maisy. He really didn't. But she wasn't texting him back, nor answering any of his calls, and he didn't want to be invasive and just show up at her door. He wanted to fix things, not make them worse.

So, playing with the odds, Harry decided to break off the silence and rip off the band-aid that was covering his deepest dilemma.

"What do I do now?"

Niall gulped the fries down, then drummed his fingers on the table and shrugged. "Do you have feelings for her?"

Harry looked away. Did he? Didn't he? How was he supposed to know that? It was a very simple and obvious question, and whereas it didn't surprise him, he wasn't actually expecting to answer it. He didn't know how to, to be honest.

"Can't help you if you don't know what you want, mate," Niall said. "You already know she has feelings for you, so I don't know what you expect me to say… 'Cause either you have feelings for her and go for it, or you don't and you let her go. But there's no way you can pretend nothing happened."

"No, I know that."

"Good. So figure out what you're feeling, and do something about it."

Three weeks later, Maisy saw him again.

Lucie had offered to leave him out of her birthday celebrations, but to be honest Maisy didn't think it was fair to shut him off from his entire group of friends. Even if the only reason why he knew them was because she and Niall had introduced him in the first place.

So there she was, at a gorgeous rooftop club, on a Saturday night, wearing a black top and white pants that she secretly hoped would blow Harry's mind. Showing off as much cleavage as she could, and pairing the high-waist with heels to highlight her curves around her hips. Mingling with the girls, and avoiding Max's hints for a second date. Laughing and chatting with a drink in her hand, while peering at the door and waiting for him to arrive.

It was kind of agonizing, to be honest. And if she didn't know he was giving Niall a ride to the party, she would've already given up by then.

But then she finished her second drink, went to the restroom, and as she made it back to the table, she finally saw them. Harry and Niall. Walking up the stairs that led to the terrace. Half an hour late, and the last ones to arrive.

Knowing it would take them a minute or two to reach the group, Maisy took a step to the side and hid behind Callie, placing a hand on her lower back and encouraging her not to move.

"What's up?" Callie asked, turning her head to the side.

Peering over her friend's shoulder, Maisy shook her head and whispered, "Nothing. He's here."

"Hmmm…" Callie nodded, then took a sip of her drink. "So what? You are moving on, remember? Going out on dates with Max and all that?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Maisy rolled her eyes, giving a dismissive wave of her hand. "I just wanna look at him for one second, then I'll move on… I mean, just look at him, Callie… He's hot!"

Callie chuckled and shook her head, and although Maisy couldn't see her, she could imagine her rolling her eyes at those words. Not because she didn't think Harry was handsome, but because she'd already made up her mind about not supporting her feelings for him anymore. Not after seeing how much he'd hurt her. Still, she didn't say anything else, going back to whatever conversation she was having before and letting Maisy enjoy the view.

So that's exactly what she did.

Harry walked with his head low, following Niall's lead and mumbling "excuse me" and "sorry" every time he had to squeeze between bodies. He was wearing her favorite shirt, a custom made checked one he'd gotten last Christmas from his stylist sister, and Maisy bit her lip. He'd left it unbuttoned and layered it over a white t-shirt, its neckline so low that she could see the two swallows facing each other on his chest, as long as his usual gold cross necklace. His curls were shorter and all messed up in his head, and if she didn't know him better, she would've thought he hadn't even remembered to comb his hair after showering. But that wasn't the case, and she was sure it was exactly the look he was going for — it had always killed her how good he looked like that.

"Niall, Harry, over here!" Diana raised her arm and waved her hand, bursting Maisy's tiny bubble.

Moving from behind Callie, Maisy walked to the opposite side of the table and took a seat next to Josh. She smiled at him and Eileen, who had her fingers intertwined with his, and pretended not to see Niall stand right next to Lucie and raise his arms up in the air, or how cheers were thrown around them when they started greeting everyone.

"You ok?" Eileen asked, leaning forward to look at her.

"Of course." Maisy smiled, and nodded.

Was she, though?

Their voices were mixed up with music, laughter and glasses clinking together, but even so she heard Harry's words loud and clear, wishing their mutual friend a happy birthday and thanking her for inviting him. It's been a long time, you definitely look older, he joked, and Maisy had to really force herself to hold back a smile—and maybe even some tears.

It hurt to see him like that—so comfortable, so cute, so friendly, and so hot—knowing she wouldn't be able to touch him like she wished to. Above and beyond, it hurt not being able to sit next to him and just chat, make him laugh, and stare into his green eyes while listening to his deep and slow voice.

She didn't know how to act in front of him anymore, which really bothered her.

Before their fight, or whatever that had been, being friends with Harry had never been difficult, and her feelings for him had never felt like a problem, so being incapable of at least saying 'hello' to him made her feel immature and stupid. There was a weight on her shoulders pressuring her to quickly find a way to handle the situation, and a voice shouting at her that she was a 28 years-old woman who by now had to know how to remain friends and move on.

Honestly, though, why did she let this happen? Why did she kiss him? Why did she tell Niall about the kiss? Why did she have to go and ruin everything?

"You think you'll talk tonight?"

Maisy shrugged. She didn't have to ask Eileen what she meant by that. All of her friends knew about what had happened that Friday night, and they'd all shown different reactions to it. In this case, Eileen was still very supportive of her feelings for Harry, and a firm believer that their friendship was too important and deep to let it die so easily after one mistake.

"I don't think so," she said, focusing on her friend's eyes to avoid the fact that, had it been a month before, she would've already been wrapped around his arms. "What's there to talk, anyway?"

"What if he wants to apologize?"

"Who wants to apologize?" Josh asked, sitting in between the two girls.

"No one—"

"Harry."

"Eileen!"

"Oops!" Eileen covered her mouth with one hand and widened her eyes. "Sorry! Sorry! He won't tell anyone. I promise."

Josh frowned. "Couldn't even if I tried."

Maisy sighed. "It's fine. I just—"

"Hey guys…" Harry's deep voice interrupted their conversation, and they all shut their mouths.

Maisy held her breath and turned her head, tilting her chin up to look at his face. Harry stood right across from her with a soft smile on his face, hunching over the short table to give Eileen a kiss on the cheek and Josh a handshake. Her pulse raced, and her stomach fluttered. Oh God. She couldn't do that. She just… She couldn't.

She really couldn't.

It was too much.

So when he seemed to finally turn his head towards her, her eyes just darted to the other side, and she was up from her seat.

"Niall!" she shouted, her mouth curving into a wide smile as she raised her arm and waved to get her best friend's attention. "Hii!"

And before she knew it, she was off the table and away from him.

— — — — —

The music was louder than before, everyone seemed too drunk and sweaty, and it was definitely time for her to leave. But Maisy was having fun for the first time in three weeks, and she didn't want that feeling to end. She had cried too much, for too many days, and a night of laughter and dancing with her friends was all she needed to step out of that sadness.

Or, well, that's what she'd thought, at least.

Because, see? Maisy was having fun. Until, out of nowhere, her friends decided to start discussing her (nonexistent) lovelife. All over again.

"Horannnnn! C'mere!"

Callie waved, and Maisy dropped her head back.

"Nooooo!" she cried. "Stop!"

"Ladies," Niall said with a huge grin on his face, standing between Callie and Maisy and throwing one arm around each one. "What's the shouting all about?"

"Well…" Eileen said, wiggling her eyebrows and hiding a smirk behind the rim of her drink. "We want to know what's up with Harry."

"What? Why? What did he do now?" Niall dropped Callie and turned towards Maisy, placing both hands on her shoulders and forcing her to look at him. "Tell me and I'll kick his ass."

"Nothing!"

She really wanted them to stop. How was she supposed to stop thinking about Harry, if people kept constantly bringing him up?

"Mhm, nothing." Callie said. "He's just been fucking ogling her the entire night, that's all."

"Ohhh, that," Niall chuckled, throwing his arm around Maisy's shoulders one more time and then pulling her closer for half-a-hug. "Yeah, I know."

Lucie and Eileen squeaked, the first one quickly demanding an explanation, "What do you mean, yeah, I know?"

Maisy looked away.

Niall frowned. "Just… Yeah, I know he's been watching her?"

"Okay, but why is he watching her?"

He shrugged. "I guess he's just so used to it that he doesn't even notice, I don't know. You both should talk, though," —he tapped Maisy's shoulder— "he's honestly been miserable at work."

"And who's fault is that? Huh?" Callie straightened her back, crossing her arms on her chest. "Besides, he's too late, we're rooting for Max now."

"Uh, excuse me?" Eileen scoffed. "Honey, there's no way I'm rooting for Max. I'm totally team Harry."

"Yeah, I don't know," Lucie said. "I mean, I always felt like Maisy and Harry were end game, y'know?"

"Girls—"

"But he was such a dick to her!"

"Once, Callie. It was one questionable moment in five years, ok?"

"Yeahh! He's such a sweetheart. I think he deserves the benefit of the doubt."

"Ladies, hey—"

"Well, I don't. Max stepped up in one week and did something Harry couldn't in five years. That's the kind of man I want for my friend."

"Just let them," Maisy whispered, watching the way her three best friends argued about something that had nothing to do with them. And the exact topic she'd been trying to avoid the entire night. She loved them, she knew they meant well, and she knew they were all drunk, but they were definitely ruining the end of her night. She didn't want to talk about Max, and she didn't want to think about Harry. She just wanted to have fun. Why couldn't her friends let her have fun?

"Are you ok?" Niall asked, directly in Maisy's ear, then squeezed her shoulder.

"Mhm." She scoffed, and tilted her chin towards her friends. "I'm pretty sure if I walk out of here right now, they won't even notice."

"Wanna sit and chat for a bit?"

"Nahh…" She shook her head, then looked around, checking out the different groups of people surrounding them. There was a beat of silence between them, loudly filled by the music, and then she added, "I know he's been watching me."

Niall snorted. "Don't we all? Guy doesn't know how to be subtle."

Maisy's lips curled into a smile, and she looked down at her feet. "It doesn't matter, tho. He told me we're just friends, so… I don't know… I don't want to look too much into it."

"Right. Well…" Niall sighed. By then, he'd already chatted with Harry for weeks, till the point where it felt there was nothing left to talk about. So he knew his friend had fucked up things, but he also knew how deeply he regretted it. If things had happened in a different setting, under different circumstances, Harry's reaction would've been also different. Which is why he'd been feeling so guilty—he'd been the one to throw Harry off, when he knew both of them had more than a few beers in their system. And although he couldn't go back in time and change Harry's actions and words, he could try to make them talk again.

"Y'know," he started, and then took a pause to think about his next words. "When we talked at work, he told me that your kiss was just a kiss. So I asked if he had ever kissed Callie, or Lucie, or Eileen, right? And, like, he just went in shock, as if what I was saying was fucking absurd."

Maisy frowned. "I'm not following, Ni. I'm not drunk, but I'm definitely not sober enough to psychoanalyze stuff."

Niall chuckled, shaking his head and squeezing her shoulder. "My bad. What I mean is, he didn't think kissing you was absurd, but he thought kissing the other girls was, y'know? I guess he thought that it was so normal that it didn't mean anything."

"That doesn't make sense," Maisy laughed bitterly, shaking her head and taking a step back to look into Niall's eyes as she left her unfiltered thoughts out of her mind. "I don't want my kiss to feel normal, Ni, c'mon. If he didn't feel anything, if he didn't think about doing it again or, I don't know… If it didn't cross his mind even once, then why will I think he wants me? I hate that we're supposed to believe men feel something for us even when they don't say it, you know? Or that we're supposed to believe they love us when they say they hate us. If he can flirt with other girls and let them know he wants them, then why can't he do the same for me? I just—I can't be with someone who won't let me know they want me, okay? I can't. And I won't."

"You're right, yeah, sorry." Niall lowered his head and nodded, knowing she had a point. Maisy shouldn't wait around just because Harry wasn't ready to deal with his feelings, she had already talked to him about that and explained her point of view, and he understood where she was coming from. It wasn't Maisy who had to step up and do something about her feelings. Not anymore. Now Harry was the one who had to let her know how he felt. "'M sorry, Isy."

Maisy sighed, grabbed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. "I know. You're fine. Thanks for always listening."

"Anytime, love." He pulled her by the neck and kissed the side of her head, then let her go. "Look at that, now they walked away and we didn't even notice."

She looked around and chuckled, noticing her friends weren't near them anymore. She glanced back to their tables, then, where she found them dancing with the boys. Josh was there. Max was there. Franklin, Nick and Kevin were there. Ryan was there. And even Tommy had shown up again—attached to a girl Maisy had never seen before. Of course, since he stood next to her, Niall was missing. But besides him, the only one who wasn't around the table was… Harry.

And to be honest the thought shouldn't have crossed her mind. It shouldn't. And even when it already had, she shouldn't have looked around for him, because deep down she already knew where she would find him and what she would see, and she didn't want to go through that again.

It had been such a fun night, she'd felt so good again.

She didn't want to look for him.

And yet…

She did.

She let her eyes wander and stop right where he was, at the bar, wearing her favorite shirt.

Again, she should've looked away, but she didn't, because she wanted to know who he was talking to, who was standing in front of him while she only could see his back.

And if she had listened to all of those warnings voiced in her head, if she hadn't waited for him to move a little bit, and if she hadn't waited for the person in front of him to tilt their head to the side, she wouldn't have felt the air getting knocked out of her. Because she wouldn't have seen him there, talking again with that amazing girl from three weeks ago — the girl he was talking to when her own feelings ruined everything for him, and for them.

"C'mon… C'mon…" Maisy mumbled to herself. Her body shivered while she stared at her phone, watching as the Uber app tried to find her a driver, and she crossed one arm over her stomach.

She knew she should've worn a blazer instead of prioritizing not clashing her outfit. Or at least she should've been still inside, where it was warm and she could sit down — although that wasn't really an option, because it would've ruined her plans of sneaking out without Callie noticing.

She tapped her foot against the floor, glaring at her phone. It wasn't supposed to be taking this long, it wasn't supposed to be so hard to find a ride home.

Maybe she should just walk. She wasn't that far away from home…

No. Of course she shouldn't just walk. She wasn't stupid to walk by herself on a Saturday night, dressed like that, after having a few drinks.

Her phone buzzed, the app finally notifying she had a new driver. Leaning against the wall, Maisy sighed. Adam was only thirteen minutes away. Not as fast as she would've liked, but still better than nothing.

Taking in her surroundings, she blocked her phone and kept it tight between her fingers, then placed her arm on top of the other one. Hugging herself. Protecting herself from the coldness. And maybe even from the sadness.

The street was almost empty, only a couple of people standing on the sidewalk just like her, probably waiting to go home. And except for two or three cars rushing by here and there, there were no signs of anyone else driving around the city.

She looked down, and unlocked her phone.

Adam was currently twenty minutes away.

"You've got to be bloody kidding me," she muttered.

"Aha! There you are!"

Maisy moved her eyes up and to the side.

Niall beamed at her, one arm stretched out to keep the front door open.

"Max was just asking about you."

He looked inside the bar for a moment, then back at her, taking a step closer and letting his hand fall to his side. As he walked, though, the door remained open, until Harry walked through it and let it close behind him.

Maisy's lungs froze, and her heart thumped inside her chest.

"Are you leaving?" Niall asked.

Harry's eyes darted to her, and Maisy's eyes darted to Niall.

"Uh, yeah…" She nodded, blocking her phone and holding it tightly into a fist while she squeezed her crossed arms around her body. "I'm just waiting for my Uber."

"Huh." Niall flinched his head back, slightly wrinkling his brows. "Well, just so you know, Max is under the impression he is taking you home…"

Maisy sighed, and rolled her eyes. Unlike Callie, who'd been thrilled about Maisy going out with her boyfriend's best friend, and who thought Harry didn't deserve another single second of her time, Niall knew how guilty and conflicted she'd been feeling about going out with one friend just to get over another one. Even if it had been for only one date, and even if she wasn't planning on doing it again. And even if one friend was nothing like the other.

Because, yes, her friendship with Max was nothing compared to her friendship with Harry, but Maisy supposed Max would be what she considered just a friend to be, and she didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings like hers had been hurt.

Although, of course, Max didn't have actual feelings for her, he just fancied her — he fancied her a lot. So badly that he'd spent months waiting for the moment to ask her out. Something Harry had never, ever, cared to do.

Ugh.

"I know," she said, diverting her sight across the street before she gave in to the urge of looking at Harry. "I'm trying to leave before he finds me."

Niall chuckled, and Maisy bit the inside of her cheek to hold back a smile. It was shitty of her, she knew that, but at that moment she was too tired to care. She planned to text both him and Callie as soon as she got home. And she could've (and would've) done that by then already if the damn driver weren't taking so damn long.

"So," Niall said, "you're not going home with Max?"

Maisy shook her head.

"'Cause you don't want to go with him. Right?"

Pulling her eyebrows together, Maisy glanced at him. Was it really necessary for him to word it out like that? She was ready to call him out for asking such a question, when she caught him looking away from her. And then, out of instinct, she followed his line of vision. And before she could even notice and stop herself, she was looking at Harry as well.

Maisy's world stopped turning. All over again.

Different from them, Harry focused on the front door, moving his jaw and parting his lips as he chewed gum. Silent. Distracted. Hands hidden inside his pockets, shoulders slightly up. Unkempt curls pulled back on the top of his head, clearly getting stuck there after he'd ran his hand through them.

Maisy's belly fluttered. Everything about him was pretty, no wonder why he walked around so confident all the time. As if he owned the space.

She'd always found herself physically attracted to him, but since kissing him it seemed as if she couldn't hold herself anymore. And the fact that she knew so much about him only made it worse. Because there he was, wearing a shirt she loved so much that she'd borrowed it from him multiple times. And a shirt that, if things hadn't changed so much, and if their friendship hadn't been ruined by her stupid feelings, she knew she would've been wearing it right then and there—and then she wouldn't have been feeling so cold.

Damn.

What was he thinking? What was he looking at? Was he paying any attention to their conversation? Was he waiting for someone? Oh God. Was he waiting for… For that girl? Was she going to be forced to watch them leave together? Go home together? Oh no.

No, no, no.

Please, no.

Where the hell was Adam?

Maisy glanced at her phone just as it buzzed in her hand. She read the notification, dropping her shoulders and closing her eyes.

"C'mon," she murmured, taking her free hand up to her face and pinching her forehead. "Fuck."

She was so tired. All the fun she'd had with her friends came to an end the moment she saw Harry and that girl talking, and she didn't deserve to have to stand there and watch even more of that. Or to have to hide from her friends. Or to have to stand by herself on a cold night in the middle of the street. All she wanted was to go home, hide under the blankets, and cry.

"Isy, hey," Niall called, his voice much softer and closer than before. He stood next to her with worry in his eyes, grabbing her shoulder and letting go of whatever he was saying before. "What's wrong?"

Maisy shook her head, taking her hand away from her face and wiping a tear from under her eye. No more crying Maisy. No more crying.

"Nothing… Just…" She blinked, then stared at her phone. "My uber. He canceled."

"Ok…" Niall tilted his head, trying to get her attention. Or maybe trying to get a look at her face. Or maybe trying to read her emotions. Or maybe just trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "Can't you just get another one?"

"Well," she muttered, peering at him through the corner of her eyes whilst sliding her thumb across the screen. "I'm not stupid, am I?"

Niall frowned. "No, I—"

"What do you think I've been trying to do for the past twenty minutes?"

"Sorry, I—"

"I can give you a ride," Harry said.

Both Maisy and Niall jolted, then turned their heads to look at him. Although he kept his distance, Harry had gotten noticeably closer as well, standing only a few inches behind his friend. Niall seemed to notice that, too, taking a step aside and dropping Maisy's shoulder as he turned to give him some space.

And then, as Harry fixed his forest-green eyes into hers, and as Maisy kept her head turned to the side and stared back at him, the entire world seemed to — once again — stop around her. There was nothing but empty and silent distance standing between them, and every nerve in her body seemed to tingle. Desperate to run towards him. Desperate to say yes and let him not only take her home but also make her a cup of tea before going to bed. Desperate to let him wrap his arms around her and fall asleep breathing into her neck as if that was something just friends normally did.

She squeezed her phone between her fingers, tightly, and made sure to hold as much air as possible in her lungs. Because she truly missed him. She missed being his friend, she missed talking to him, she missed answering his calls. She missed making him laugh, and she missed feeling silly next to him. She missed being able to be near him whenever she wanted to, and she missed hugging him just because she could.

But she also really wanted him. And although she had always wanted him, now it was definitely worse. Almost unbearable. Because now, as she looked at his pinkish and soft lips, she also missed feeling them against the curve of her neck. And as she admired his growing facial hair, she also missed feeling the scratchiness under the palm of her hands as she cradled his cheeks and kissed the hell out of him. And as her body quivered under the intensity of his green gaze, she missed the tingling between her legs caused by the strong grip of his manly hands.

Maisy hadn't been able to taste all of him, but she'd tasted enough to be scarred for the rest of her life. And it hurt to know he didn't want her back. It really did.

"Shit," Niall cursed, then coughed.

Maisy blinked, finally breaking away from the spell Harry had put her under and facing forward, where her friend was supposed to be. When she didn't find him, though, she straightened up and stepped away from the wall, scanning around the street.

"Where—"

"I forgot my jacket!" Niall shouted.

Following his voice, she got a glimpse of him behind Harry, by the front door, already taking a step into the club.

"Be right back guys!"

And just like that the door closed, and there was nobody else around.

Nobody but her.

And him.

Nobody but them.

Emptiness dropped in the pit of her stomach, and her chest tightened.

Shit.

She took a deep breath in, folding her arms and rubbing her forearm with her free hand. She didn't know where to look. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to say. Her heart was racing, and she could feel her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Was she supposed to just stand there?!

Peeking at him, she could only see his back. Harry stood ahead of her and to her side, facing the door where Niall had just walked through. Frozen. Hands still inside his pockets, but shoulders more relaxed than before.

Second went by as silence completely engulfed them. But then he chuckled, looking down and shaking his head while his shoulders moved up and down.

The sound hit Maisy's brain first, and then it bounced to her chest, suddenly reminding her to breathe again. Her lips curved up, and she licked them before swallowing her feelings down her throat. That was not the time, nor place, to find joy in the sound of his laughter.

Harry turned around, still laughing.

"What?" she asked — although she wasn't expecting to.

"It's just…" He covered his face with one hand, then slid it up his forehead and ran his fingers through his curls. Calming himself down. "Niall."

"Oh…" She furrowed her brows. "Okay?"

"I mean," he added, dropping his hand back down and looking at her. Beaming. Glowing. "He's so fucking stupid. I just remembered he didn't even bring a jacket."

Maisy widened her eyes, then she nodded. "Ohhh…"

Although she didn't want to, she couldn't help but laugh, too. Maybe not out of happiness, but because Niall could be really silly when he wanted to be. And maybe because it was nice that Harry had felt comfortable enough to share that with her. Maybe because finally, after weeks, they were finally sharing a nice moment together.

Although, of course, that didn't erase the fact that things weren't okay between them.

She faced forward, across the street and away from him, shaking her head while her entire body shivered.

"How subtle," she added, placing her folded arms over her stomach and smashing her phone into her side. She still hadn't tried to find another driver, and although she knew she should've, she didn't want to take the risk of having to walk away from him. Not so soon. Not right then.

"Right?"

The smile was obvious in his voice, and Maisy was just so hyper-aware of his every moment. Of every detail. Absorbing way more than she'd ever absorbed before. Feeling him way more than she'd ever felt him before.

And Harry didn't make it easy, because he didn't stop moving. He shuffled on his feet, stepping closer while shoving both hands back into his pockets. He breathed in, then heavily breathed out, taking his time to walk until he was in front of her and she didn't have a choice but to look at him.

He buried his hypnotizing eyes into hers, and Maisy curled her toes inside her boots — desperate to stay grounded and hold her balance.

Harry didn't look happy, he didn't look mad, and he didn't look sad.

He looked honest, he looked available, and he looked familiar.

He looked like her best friend.

And it hurt, because there was nothing Maisy wanted more than to go back to what they were before, but as they both stood like that for a moment — silently watching each other, and silently waiting for each other — she realized that it was something she would never get to have again.

How could she? If she wasn't able to be around him without hiding her feelings anymore? If she wouldn't be able to see him dating someone — falling in love with someone — without feeling betrayed and heartbroken? Maybe she'd misinterpreted his actions before, but now that she knew he didn't feel the same way, it wouldn't be fair to hold it against him. She needed to grow out of her feelings, and in order to do so things needed to change. She wouldn't be able to keep interacting with him like she did before.

"I meant it, you know?" he said, pulling her out of her mind. "About giving you a ride home."

Maisy blinked.

"Thank you," she murmured, shuffling on her feet and shrugging. "I'm just… I don't know if that's a good idea."

Harry nodded. He looked down and between their feet, then back into her eyes.

"Just so you know," he said, leaving all traces of playfulness behind, "I'm not leaving with her."

Maisy pulled her eyebrows together, and it took her another pause until she could open her mouth and ask, "W—what?"

"I know you saw me talking to that girl, the one from that night," he explained, taking a short step towards her, "but nothing happened between me and her. And nothing was going to. I swear."

Maisy blinked.

"Oh, okay."

There was a pause.

A pause in which, against her better judgment, she didn't avoid the intensity of his eyes. And a pause in which, as seconds went by, she was easily consumed by the calmness, the confidence, and the assurance he exuded.

Still, it was hard to figure out what was happening, or where he was trying to get to. She tried to read his expression, tried to understand his emotions, tried to get a sense of his thoughts. But she couldn't. So she asked, "Why?"

Harry slid his tongue between his lips, then tilted his head. "Why?"

"Yeah…" Maisy shrugged. "I mean, you were really into her, so… Why?"

He curled his mouth into a timid smile, breathing out his answer as if he couldn't believe he had to say that out loud, "Isy… I was an asshole and hurt your feelings because I wasn't aware of things, but I would never do that knowing—"

"Oh my—"

"—what I know now and—"

"Stop." She raised her hand, the one still gripping that stupid phone, and Harry closed his mouth. "You don't—" She took a deep breath, putting her thoughts in order. "You don't need to stop yourself just because I have feelings for you."

"No, I know. I—"

"Harry, look," she said, putting her hand down and taking a step back from him. "I never meant for you not to go out with her, ok? Or anyone else, for that matter… I can't stop you from fancying people... So if you want to be with her, I mean, you don't need to stop yourself just… Just because you feel sorry for me, okay?"

He closed his eyes and let out a harsh breath, then dropped his head back and looked at the sky for a moment. He didn't have to say anything for her to know that he was thinking about her words, and that he was taking them in before saying something back to her.

Maybe that's why Maisy didn't rush him. And why she distracted herself by watching the way his throat flexed when he swallowed, and the way he softly moved his jaw as he chewed his gum. His facial hair was always kind of longer on his neck, and also kind of messier — something she tended to forget, because it wasn't really noticeable unless he threw his head back. Just like then.

"I know that," he said, once again pulling her out of her mind. "Sorry."

She blinked, watching with blurry eyes as he rolled his shoulders and fixed his eyes back on hers.

"That came out wrong and it wasn't actually answering your question. I didn't walk away from her because I felt sorry for you. I walked away from her because I didn't want to stay there, because I wasn't—I mean, because I'm not interested."

"Oh…" Maisy barely whispered, his words echoing inside her. Then what… What was he doing? What was she supposed to do with that information? What difference did it make? She breathed out through her nose and licked her lips, squishing her eyebrows together and flinching her head back slightly. "Then why… Why are you telling me this?"

"I don't know. I guess…" he said into her eyes, pausing to close his mouth and chew his gum as he took a tiny step closer to her. "I guess I just want to make sure you don't leave tonight thinking something happened between me and her. Because it didn't, and it won't. Not her, not anyone else."

Speechless and breathless, Maisy remained lost inside his eyes. It was hard to make sense of what he was saying, and it was even harder to understand if he meant something else between the lines. Was he making sure she wouldn't cry when she got home? Was he simply protecting a friend? Or was he hoping for something more?

She shook her head and took a step back. See? She couldn't do that. She couldn't be his friend when she would be constantly hoping for something more to be in between the lines. That wasn't healthy. And it wasn't fair. "I— I can't… I—"

"Wait, no!" He took a step forward and raised one arm, then immediately dropped it back to his side. Closing his hand into a fist and opening it up again, he softened the tone of his voice and pleaded, "I'm sorry. I don't… I don't know what to do or… Or what to say to make things right. I don't want to overstep, but I also don't want you to think I don't care about losing you, because I do. I care so much, Isy… And it's been killing me."

"I hate this," she said, dropping her chin down and hiding her face behind her hands. Everything hurt — her stomach hurt, her chest hurt, her head hurt. "I didn't… I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't want this to happen."

And then, she cried.

"It wasn't… It wasn't supposed to be like this."

"Gimme that," he murmured, closing off the distance and taking her phone away from her hand—and from her face. Maisy sobbed, and tears fell down, but she also chuckled, because even amidst everything, Harry was still the same friend who would point out how it wasn't his fault that her bags were too small to carry her things, and yet would always end up keeping whatever she needed safe into his pockets anyway.

"I know, ok? I know," he added, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her to fully cry into his chest. "And I'm sorry, ok?" He placed his cheek on the side of her head, speaking into her ear. "I really am. I'm the one who messed everything up and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for making you cry. And I'm sorry for all the times I made you feel less important than you actually are."

Warmth filled up her body, and she sobbed again, squeezing her eyes shut even tighter while pressing her forehead against her hands, and her hands against his chest.

"There are so many things I should've done differently when it comes to us… I know that. And I'm sorry, ok? I am. I don't want to lose you, Isy. I really want to fix this. Please let me try to fix it."

Maisy breathed out through her nose and nodded, letting her hands fall from her face and throwing her arms around his waist.

"Jesus fucking Christ thanks God," Harry instantly breathed out, smashing her even tighter into him and pushing them both towards the wall.

She blinked her eyes open and chuckled, letting more tears fall down and sniffing while turning her head to the side and pressing her ear against his chest. They both shuffled and stumbled, trying to keep up with their clumsy tiny steps until her back hit the wall. Harry stopped and sighed, and Maisy felt every bit of the relief rushing through him — the way he heavily moved his chest up and down, the way he shivered, the way he squeezed her. It was contagious, and it had her sighing as well. Loosening up all the tension. Melting into him.

"I missed you," he whispered, taking one hand to her head and threading his fingers through her hair.

He stroked her scalp — just like she loved — and Maisy bit her lip, closing her eyes while getting drunk on his cologne. That was exactly where she wanted to be. How she wanted to be. With his heart thumping loudly into her ear, his warmth enveloping her body, his masculine and strong scent filling her lungs.

Sniffing again, she took one hand up to her face and wiped under her nose, exhaling a groan through her mouth. "Ugh… I'm a mess."

"I don't care."

Maisy rolled her eyes, rubbing her cheeks as best as she could while still caged inside his arms. "But I do."

"Shhhh…" He swagged them gently, then grabbed her wrist and took it back around his waist. "Got a lot of fixing to do, I know. But I missed this, so let me enjoy it."

She sighed, holding her own forearms as she rested her arms on his lower back. No matter how hard she tried to be mad at him, she didn't feel like she actually could. Harry had overreacted and hurt her feelings, sure, but it had been the first and only slip in a friendship that had already lasted five years. He was a great guy, and she knew that — of course Maisy knew that. And maybe that is why the words ended up rolling out of her mouth so naturally when she said, "I missed this, too."

"Yeah?" He scratched the back of her head with his short nails, then kissed her hair. "Do you think…" — another kiss, and another one— "Do you think you'll be able to forgive me?"

Hadn't she already?

"I don't…" She cleared her throat, getting rid of the scratchiness from her previous crying. Staring ahead to the empty street, she nuzzled against his chest, then started again. "I don't think it's about forgiveness… I think… I think I just need time."

"Right," Harry murmured, and a moment of silence lingered between them. "Time for what, exactly?"

"It's just… You already know how I feel about you, and I don't think I can be your friend right now."

"Why not?"

"Harry." She rolled her eyes and pulled away, tilting her chin up to look at him while he followed her lead and angled his head down to look at her. He was close — really close — and she had to withdraw her arms from his back to be able to create some more distance between them.

Harry moved, too, letting her go and taking half a step back.

And Maisy hated it.

She wanted to be glued to him all over again.

"Don't make this even harder than it needs to be," she added.

"I'm sorry, I'm not… I'm not trying to make this harder. I just want to understand, that's all."

"Is it really that hard to understand that I can't be your friend when I have feelings for you?"

Harry frowned. "To be honest, yes. Why can't we be friends?"

"Oh my God," she laughed, but mostly because she couldn't believe how dense he was. If what he needed was for her to spell it out to him, then she would, but only because she couldn't handle all the weirdness and the running around circles anymore. "Harry, you're not just a friend to me, ok? And when I say that I have feelings for you, that means that I want you, ok? I want you so much Harry, and I can't stop thinking about it. It's like… It's like I can't pretend that I don't anymore because that's all I think about. All the time. Every time I look at you I can't stop thinking about how much I want to be with you, and every time I see you with a girl I can't stop thinking about how much I wish that was me. And maybe it was fine before, but we kissed and now… Now I just… I just can't, ok? That's why I need some time. Because I can't pretend anymore and I can't—"

"Then don't." He stepped closer again, instantly placing his palms on her cheeks and cradling her face.

Staring into her eyes, Harry was so filled with emotions and so determined to hold her close that her body quivered. And her belly fluttered. And her heart sped up.

Maisy blinked. "What?"

"Don't pretend you don't." he said, not even once faltering his gaze away from hers. "Let me know how much you want me. I wanna know, ok? I want to know how I make you feel. And I want to keep making you feel this way for me. Or more, or better, I don't know. I just… I want all of this with you. I want you, ok?"

With widened eyes, Maisy breathed in and out through her nose. Quickly. Shortly. Desperately. Making her chest go up and down erratically.

"I…"

No more words came out of her brain, and Maisy froze like that. Blinking at him with parted lips and out of breath.

Harry's eyes flicked to her mouth, then traveled back to her eyes. With featherly touches, he brushed his thumbs up and down her cheeks, then bowed closer.

"So don't stay away," he murmured, glancing at her lips once more before closing his eyes and pressing their foreheads together. "Don't take some time. And don't stop thinking about me. Yeah? I didn't react properly the first time, but I love the fact that you have feelings for me. Don't get rid of them, please."

She grabbed his wrists, keeping his touch in place while closing her eyes, too. "Please don't… Don't say those things if you don't mean them."

He shook his head, and his nose nudged hers.

"You know I wouldn't," he said, breathing warmly into her face. "I would never—I want you, Isy. I want you and I want you way more than just a friend."

And just like that first time, back at her place, Maisy knew it was about to happen. It was written all over him, and it burned inside her. It made her tremble—out of excitement, out of nervousness, out of fear, and out of anticipation.

So she squeezed his wrists, and fluttered her eyes open.

"Let's…" She swallowed, aware of the closeness between them. "Let's get out of here."

Still leaning into her forehead with his eyes open, Harry nodded. He took another moment to breathe in deeply, then opened his eyes, too.

"Ok," he said, drawing sweet circles around her cheekbones before dropping his hands off her face. He met her palms in the process, though, and they automatically held each other, intertwining their fingers together while stepping away from the wall. "C'mon, then."

"Niall's going home with Eileen and Josh," Harry said, putting his phone back into his pocket. He threw his arm over Maisy's shoulder and looked side to side, then pulled her closer and guided her to cross the street along with him. "So we're good to go."

Maisy bit her lip and nodded, placing one arm around his waist while holding his hand on her shoulder with the other one.

Harry had told her he'd parked around the corner and further down the street, and although he'd already driven Maisy home many-multiple-hundred-thousands of times, and for many-multiple-hundred-thousands reasons, it was safe to say she'd never felt that much anticipation about being alone inside his car with him.

"By the way," he said, leaning to kiss the top of her head and speaking into her hair, "remind me to get him a bottle of something, yeah? Feel like I owe him big time."

She smiled, turning her head to nuzzle into their touching shoulders as Harry took his free hand to the back of her head and stroked her gently. He chuckled and kissed her hair one more time, then faced forward when she did, and dropped his hand to meet her one on his waist. After that, he didn't say anything, neither pressured her to say something back to him, walking in silence as they both hurried to reach their destination.

It was weird, the apparent sudden need they had to be close to each other. To touch each other. Hands grabbing hands, arms giving hugs, sides touching sides. As if they needed reassurance of each other's presence. Or as if they wanted to make sure they wouldn't vanish.

It'd started as soon as they'd walked away from the club, when they failed so badly at keeping any distance that they kept constantly stumbling into each other's feet. They eventually found a rhythm and a way to hold each other that suited both of them, but that need to stay close (close, close, close) didn't change as seconds—and then minutes—went by. It didn't change when Harry walked to a trash can to spit his gum, and even less when he took his shirt off and placed it over her cold shoulders. It also didn't change when Harry slowed down to get the keys from his pocket, nor when he opened the door of the passenger side for her to get inside.

"So…" he said, placing his hands on her hips and guiding her to stand between him and the opened door, "Where am I taking you now?"

She placed her hands on his chest, now covered only by his white t-shirt, and tilted her head to look up at him. Harry wanted her. He'd said so, and she didn't think he would ever lie to her—not about something like that, at least. And yet, her mind couldn't stop wondering. So instead of guessing the answer, she decided to openly ask him.

"Do you still mean the things you said?"

Harry nodded. "Every single word."

"About everything? I mean, do you really want me?"

Curling his mouth into a smile, he sneaked his hands under her shirt—his shirt—and slid his arms around her waist, resting them on her lower back and right above the curve of her bum.

"I really, really want you, Isy," he said, straight into her eyes.

"Why? What changed?"

"Nothing changed," he eagerly answered, and then he slowed down a bit. "I think… I just… I don't know."

He dipped his chin down and drew his sight off from her eyes, then shuffled slightly on his feet. "I think I just wasn't able to put two and two together by myself… That's all."

He shrugged, and Maisy bit the insides of her bottom lip.

In five years, she had never pictured a less confident side of him. Harry was the kind of guy that always managed to be proud of himself, and that always found a positive outcome in every situation. All the time. Even in his most embarrassing moments. So it was honestly weird to see him act like that.

At the same time, the prospect of having new things to learn about him felt really nice. And exciting. Something she wouldn't be able to do if she didn't lay all of her cards on the table. Right there and then.

"That day…" she said, pausing to lick her lips and breathe in. Gathering the strength to point out the thing that had hurt her the most. "Harry, that day you really made me feel like I was getting in your way of—"

"Ugh. I know—"

"—being with that girl and—"

"—I know. I'm sorry, 'm sorry."

He grunted and cursed, pulling her closer and hiding on the curve of her neck. And Maisy let him, closing her mouth and listening to whatever he had to say. Just like she had done that other night.

"I'm really sorry," he repeated. "I don't… I don't have any excuses for the way I reacted. I know that. I—Fuck." Pulling away to look into her eyes again, he took one hand off from her back and placed it on her cheek, tenderly but firmly holding her as he kept talking. "It caught me off guard and I… I fucked up, I know. But I would choose you over absolutely anyone and everyone, Isy. Anytime. No doubts."

His words hit deeply inside her, and a warm glow flowed all over her. A joyful glow. As if her body had burst with bright, sparkling, and multicolored bubbles.

So she bit her lip, and twisted the neckline of his t-shirt around her fingers.

It was hard to know what was the right thing to do. Rationally, her mind told her to not make it so easy for him. To give it some time, and see if he was actually telling the truth. If he actually meant it.

On the other hand, despite everything, her heart knew what it wanted. She believed his words, she believed he wouldn't intentionally hurt her, and she believed people deserved the benefit of the doubt. More than anything, she also wanted to believe that if she ever made a mistake, the people that she cared about would give her a second chance. So why couldn't she do the same?

"I know," she said, so softly she wasn't even sure he would be able to hear her. But then Harry brushed his thumb on her cheekbone, acknowledging her words, and she immediately kept going. "And I believe you're sorry. I do. I just… I think I'm scared, or… I don't know. I convinced myself you didn't want to be with me in that way, so… I don't know…" She shook her head. "I don't know."

He nodded, drawing gentle circles on her cheek. "Niall said… He said something about how you don't think I'm attracted to you, is that true?"

Maisy widened her eyes. "Oh my God! Niall told you that?"

"I mean—"

"What else did he say?!"

"Nothing! He just—"

"I'm gonna fucking kill him!"

Harry pursed his lips, and then laughed.

"It's not funny!"

She pinched the exposed skin on his chest, and Harry jolted.

"Ouch!" He looked back at her with both a frown and a smile on his face. "What was that for?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe for yelling at me for talking to Niall instead of talking to you? And then you talking to Niall instead of talking to me?"

"Right… Ok, yes. I can see you have a point there, but in my defense—"

"There's no defense!" She pinched him (again), and Harry jolted (again). He took the hand on her face to rub the new stinging inch of skin on his chest, smiling while she kept lashing out at him. "Can't believe you two, honestly! Dickheads! Gossiping like two little—"

"Ok," he said, taking his index finger to her mouth and pressing it into her lips. "Listen to me, woman."

Maisy narrowed her eyes at him, but she suddenly didn't have anything else to say, so she exhaled heavily through her nose and consented to his demand (albeit silently and annoyingly).

"Good." Staring into her eyes, he slid the pad of his finger side to side, slightly brushing it to her parted lips. "Niall was just calling me out for not letting you know how I feel, ok? That's all."

Harry glanced at her mouth, then switched his index finger with his thumb. The place he both touched and stared at seemed to buzz, and heat bloomed through her cheeks. From then on, no matter how much she tried to keep paying attention to his explanation, she simply couldn't put the information together anymore.

"Told me you didn't think I fancy you," he added, just as entranced with the movement of his thumb as she felt, "and that you couldn't read my mind, so if I wanted things to change…"

He put more pressure to his finger and pushed his way between her lips, bumping into her teeth. "I had to show you."

Intoxicated and absorbed, Maisy bit into his short nail, holding him there.

Harry smirked, and met her eyes once again. "Or something like that…"

It was hard to tell what was going through Maisy's mind, then. Mostly because she couldn't care less about her rational thoughts anymore. She didn't want to think anymore. She didn't want to know about Niall's suggestions—or whatever he said—and she didn't want to hear Harry's apologies anymore. All she wanted was to feel, so that's exactly what she did.

Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she leaned in, then slithered her teeth through his nail, stopping where the skin of his thumb began. His fingertip rested on the tip of her tongue, and her belly quivered and swirled in expectation of his reaction.

To her delight, Harry sank his shoulders and gawked at her. Some new, dazzling determination took over him, and even his eyes seemed to darken as he shifted his arm around her lower back and pulled her closer. Gripping at her side with one hand, he moved his other one and got deeper into her mouth, pressing his thumb in, in, in, until her teeth clamped around his first knuckle.

Maisy molded her lips around his shortest and chubbiest digit, keeping it locked between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She tasted him softly, running slow circles with her tongue while still watching him. Harry faintly smirked, so much that it was almost undetectable, and she took that as a challenge. Because she wanted more. She wanted more reactions, and she wanted more actions. So she placed both of her hands around his wrist and closed her eyes, then sucked his finger in.

Harry stiffened at first, and then he cursed, breathing out heavily through his mouth while taking a tiny step forward and spreading his other four fingers open on her face.

"Damn, Isy…" he murmured.

The admiration, pride, and approval in his voice cracked something inside her, and a very familiar feeling pulsed through her veins. It made her go all slippery and quivery. And it brought wet heat between her legs.

Bold and fearless, Maisy swirled her tongue and hummed. Making it dirtier than it needed to be. Making it louder. Making it wetter.

And he didn't seem to mind it. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it just as much and encouraged her to go even further, moving his thumb side to side while digging his other four fingers into the skin of her cheek and neck.

It was so good. So unexpected. And so desperate.

To put so much energy into something like sucking a finger. To feel herself going mindless as she tightened his wrist between her hands and brought him closer, then sucked him deeper. Breathing in and out through her nose, then completely forgetting about their surroundings and pushing her head down to fit his whole finger inside. And losing herself as she sucked. And sucked. All over again.

"Jesus Christ," Harry murmured, backing her into the back door of his car, tilting her head up and pulling his thumb off from her mouth. "That's enough."

Everything happened so fast, that before she could even process the information or blink her eyes open, Harry had already pressed his lips to hers in a desperate move.

They first met awkwardly and clumsily, hitting each other's cheeks and chins. But then Harry cradled her jaw and kept her in place, taking the lead and capturing her lips for a much hungrier and experienced kiss.

A soft tingle ran between her legs, and Maisy moaned softly, so softly she barely even noticed it. She dragged her hands up to his shoulders, then to his neck, and to the back of his head. Harry hummed, and she threaded her fingers between his curls and tugged, standing on her tiptoes and parting her lips to take things further. Searching for his tongue while he searched for hers. Tasting each other with the same devotion and effort she had just tasted his thumb. Moving in perfect sync, and making sure to taste every corner and every inch.

Harry dropped his hand from her face to her bum, giving it a rough and forceful squeeze and sucking all the air around them through his nose.

Maisy hummed, holding onto his hair tightly as she rolled her hips forward. Harry smirked into the kiss, then slid his other arm down, filling both of his hands with her ass. He squeezed her again, this time digging his nails into both of her cheeks and pulling her forward while he also stepped closer, and finally fully pressing their hips together.

His growing bulge nudged between her legs, and a gasped moan came out of her throat.

"Fuck," he breathed out, breaking the kiss to roll his hips on hers.

"Oh God…" she sighed, taking the opportunity to drag her wet lips to his jaw. That was so embarrassing. Maisy had to stop. She really had to stop. She needed to stop. They both needed to stop. And yet she couldn't. She didn't want to. Because Harry was getting hard while making out with her. She could feel him pressed against her hips and she didn't want to lose the feeling. She didn't want to step away. So she didn't. She moved her mouth thoughtlessly, instead, savoring as much as she could of him. Feeling his stubble under her tongue, and his scent under her nose.

"Fuck," he murmured, timidly rubbing himself up and down her front. "That's…" He swallowed. "Feels good, baby."

Maisy hummed, mapping kisses from his jaw, to his ear. She tangled her fingers around his curls, holding her weight while speaking softly and as close to him as she could. "Take me home, Haz."

"Mhmm…" Harry nodded, his hair brushing her temple.

She moved back towards his cheek, leaving a wet trail behind while making his mouth her final destination.

"Please?" she asked, then kissed him shortly.

"Sure." He nodded again, leaning in— "Anything you want." —and kissing her again.

Maisy smiled. The way he seemed enraptured by her was cute and sweet, but also extremely arousing. She could only imagine the things they would do under the influence of that dynamic, and she couldn't wait to find out. But the only way she would be able to do all the things she wanted to do was if they weren't standing in the middle of the street, only two blocks and a half away from their friends. So she sucked his bottom lip and pulled away, letting it slide softly between her teeth while stroking his scalp.

"Now," she whispered, watching him stand there, at her mercy, with closed eyes and parted mouth. "Take me home, Harry, please."

He opened his eyes.

"Wha—" He licked his lips, and shook his head. "I mean, yes." Out of breath, he nodded once, and then twice, and then thrice. "Yeah. Ok. Home. Yes."

Maisy giggled. Still caressing the back of his head, she flinched her chin back and pulled away slightly, only to be able to watch him better. "You okay?"

"Dunno. Think 'm high right now."

She frowned, holding herself from laughing any louder than she should. "High?!"

"Mhm. Pretty sure I got high from your kisses."

"Oh my God." Maisy snorted. She placed her hands on his shoulders and shoved him off, but his hands on her ass didn't allow her to put any actual distance between them.

"Think I developed an addiction—"

"Shut up."

"—and your mouth is my drug—"

" — Harry! — "

" — I need more — "

" — You're ridiculous—"

" — Gimme more — "

He kissed her again, and although Maisy couldn't stop laughing at how lame and silly he was, she still kissed him back. He smirked, seemingly proud of her reaction, then moved his large hand to her face and cradled her cheek, leading the way into a much slower and tender pace. His mouth was suddenly gentle, moving carefully while discovering a new side of their relationship. Not a desperate and hungry version, like it'd been up until then, but a smooth and thoughtful one. Made of sweet and calm kisses. Of gentle pecks, and timid tugs. Of wet lips, and honest affection.

Eventually, their eagerness toned down, dissolving into a different kind of longing for each other. Less desperate on one hand, but much more intense on the other.

Harry sighed, then broke off the kiss.

"Let's go," — he pecked her lips one — "then." — two — "Let's go home." — three — "Mine," — four times — "Or yours?"

One last kiss, lingering longer than the others, and Maisy finally blinked her eyes open. Harry's hand was warm on her cheek, and she felt herself needily nuzzling against it. She took a minute to catch her breath, and also to adjust to the dim lights, taking the opportunity to meet his touch with her own hand and turning her face just enough to press a kiss to his palm. Then, she whispered, "Yours… Take me back to yours."

He leaned in to kiss her temple, then brushed his lips on her skin as he spoke. "Back to mine it is, then."

— — — — —

In five years, Harry had already driven Maisy home, to the grocery store, to parties, from parties, to work, from work, to the hospital, to Niall's, and even back to her parents house.

In the process, Maisy had watched him a lot. She had watched him enough to memorize the way he would spread his legs and switch his foot between pedals, the way he would relax into the car seat and blindly shift gears, or the way he would place his elbow by the window and hold the steering wheel with one hand. More than not, she'd admired him secretly, too pent-up to say anything, and too afraid to let him show how much he affected her. Only a few times she had been brave enough to praise him out loud, although usually hiding behind some joke about how much he tried to look cool while driving, and never admitting how deeply attracted to him she actually felt.

That day though, as he drove them back to his apartment, whilst everything seemed to be still the same between them, everything seemed to be just as different and new. Because now, while she watched him turn the steering wheel, she also couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened in the middle of the street. And now, as she watched him flex his arms and shift gears, she also couldn't stop thinking about the feeling that kept dripping out between her legs.

"You're staring," Harry said, stopping at the traffic light. He turned his head to the side and smiled, sliding his now free hand against hers and intertwining their fingers once again.

Biting her lip, Maisy tried her best not to beam at him. It was useless, though, and her mouth ended up curling into the biggest and most genuine grin.

"I am," she laughed, then shrugged. "You look hot when you drive."

Harry widened his eyes, but there was a twinkle behind his gaze that made her feel comfortable about his reaction. As if the shock of her words did nothing but please him.

"Hot?" He squeezed her palm. "You think?"

Maisy nodded.

"I do, yeah… It's just… Hard to look away."

"Hmm…" Slowly, he let go of her hand, then placed his palm on her thigh, spreading his fingers open and digging them slightly into her flesh. "Keep looking, then."

Heat spread under her skin, and goosebumps rose all over. Harry's hand was large and heavy, and it covered so much of her leg that it was hard not to pay attention to it, or to ignore how close it was to a place she didn't think he would ever actually be. And yet a place that he had teased just minutes earlier. A place that he had rolled and pressed himself against. A place that he had fully woken up that night.

And judging by the way he grasped her in that exact moment, and by the way he had touched her earlier—so thirsty to squeeze and press her closer—Maisy knew he would be good at… Everything. She knew he would be the one to match the expectations no other guy had been able to match up until then. And she knew that he would be the one to set her body on a whole new level of fire. Not because other guys hadn't been good—after all she'd had some pretty great sexual experiences in her life—but because he was different to her. They felt different.

And she wanted to get a taste of that. She wanted to have him. She wanted him to touch her. And she wanted it all right now.

"Ugh." Maisy shuffled on the passenger seat and looked away from him, watching the empty street and covering the back of his hand with her palm. "Why is your place so far away?"

Harry smirked, and although she couldn't see him, she could feel the burning of his eyes all over her chest.

"It's not, actually," he said, so low and so husky that it felt almost calculated. As if he knew the effect it would have on her. "I think you're just eager to get there."

He squeezed her thigh, getting his fingertips just a little bit deeper into her, and Maisy faced him again.

If he wanted to play that game, then she would play it just as well.

Staring into his eyes, she scooched down a little, then dragged his hand along with hers. Sliding it just an inch up through her thigh. "I think I am, yes."

His gaze faltered for a moment, dropping down to where she was guiding their touch. Maisy bit her lip, enjoying his attentiveness, and kept moving their hands, stopping only when his pinky finger reached the crease between her thigh and her pelvis. She squeezed his hand, and he squeezed her body, pinching her flesh with his fingers.

Maisy sighed, hypnotized on how pretty and hot and cute and manly he looked. All at the same time.

"Aren't you?" she asked, making sure her voice acted as a mirror of her current feelings, and sharing with him the sensual and confident side of her. One she had never been able to show him before, but was dying to.

Harry licked his lips and exhaled through his nose, then looked back at her face. He blinked a couple of times, then asked, "Hm? Am I what?"

Holding back a smile, she slid her fingers up his wrist, freeing his hand from her touch at the same time she brought her other hand around and placed it on her other inner thigh.

"Eager," she murmured. She squeezed her own leg, just like he'd done it before, and made her way up to the place her body most wanted him to be. "To get home… And touch me."

"Jesus Christ." Harry looked between her legs and swallowed, sinking his nails so deeply into her flesh that Maisy couldn't help but hiss at the pain.

Moving her palm from her inner thigh to the back of his hand, she finally directed him to her burning and aching center. She circled her other fingers around his forearm, holding tightly onto him, and rolled her hips timidly, subtly. Almost as if she didn't want him to see it—but also making sure he would not only see it, but that he would also feel it.

"I want you to touch me," she murmured, rolling her hips for a second time.

He dug the heel of his palm between her legs, then pressed his fingertips onto her center. "I can see that."

"You don't want to?"

Harry glared at her. Something seemed to have snapped inside him, and his voice got darker when he asked, "What do you think?"

Maisy shrugged, trying hard to create complete, full, coherent sentences while Harry's hand was finally there. "I hope you do. And that I'm not embarrassing myself."

He stroked his fingers through her wetness, curling his fingers and meeting his own palm as he grabbed between her legs—so harshly and so firmly that Maisy closed her eyes and squirmed on the passenger seat. She gasped quietly, leaning into his arm and pressing her forehead near his shoulder. Fully letting him take over the situation.

"I like this side of you." He loosened up his fingers, then moved them up and down, over and over again, spreading her wetness as best as he could despite the layers of clothes that covered her. "Almost made me lose my game over there. But look at you now… Did you always feel like this?"

"Oh God," she mouthed onto his bicep. The fabric of her pants, plus her thong, didn't allow her to feel him properly, but she felt enough to quiver from head to toe, and enough to make her want more.

She spread her legs wider, and Harry increased the pressure and speed of his stroke, moving his fingers faster and more forcefully.

"Tell me, did you always feel like this when I drove you places?" he insisted. "Did I always make you this wet?"

Maisy nodded, and grunted.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I know it's—It's kinda inappropriate, isn't it? I—Sorry—"

"Shh,shhh… It's not." Harry rubbed her covered entrance in circles. Quick circles, experienced circles, making her get wetter and wetter. "Wish I knew sooner, that's all."

He focused on performing his task with only one finger, then, pressing it between her lips and then rubbing circles in search for that spot that would drive her insane. As soon as he found it, Maisy jolted and moaned, unable to contain herself anymore.

Still holding onto his arm, she recovered the strength on her other hand, covering his knuckles and fingers and guiding his touch once again. She helped him so he could touch her like she wanted him to, so he could keep pressing and stroking her exactly where she needed him to, and before she could notice it, she was fully rolling her hips on their connected hands. Searching for more friction. Desperate for relief.

Harry groaned, and she arched her back. He pressed faster, and faster. And she was there. Almost there. So, so, so almost there.

She just needed some more rolling, just like that, some more gasping, oh God, yes, and then—

And then someone honked behind them.

They both jumped. Maisy pressed her legs together and covered her center with one hand, while Harry straightened up and stretched his arm across her chest—as if that would hide her the flush from her cheeks, or the desperation from her breath, or the lust from her eyes.

The car behind them honked again. And again.

"Wha—"

"Green," she breathed out, pointing to the traffic light while her chest moved up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

And the car behind them honked, again.

"Shit," Harry mumbled, letting go of Maisy to shift gears and press the clutch pedal, then easily letting it go again. "Sorry… Sorry."

Still out of breath, she kept her legs pressed together and nodded. "Yeah, I—Yeah…"

He sped up before pressing the clutch pedal and shifting gears again, driving as fast as he could through the city.

Maisy clenched her thighs, then between her legs, and shuffled on her seat.

Peeking at her, Harry sighed.

"Shit. I'm sorry."

Maisy nodded again. How long did they just spend there? Stupidly parked at a traffic light? And how many green lights did they ignore?

"You ok?" he asked, eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel.

She shifted and rearranged herself, feeling the burning desire between her legs turn into sticky coldness.

"Yeah… I just…" Maisy said, watching the neighborhood through the window and chuckling lightly. "I forgot we were there."

"I know, me too," Harry laughed. "Shit. Completely lost track of time, too."

"Mhm."

She laughed.

And then they both laughed.

Peeking at her again, Harry grabbed her hand one more time, pulling it from her lap and taking it to his mouth.

"Don't worry, by the way." He kissed the back of her hand, then took their connected hands to shift gears. "I'll take care of you as soon as we get home."

She smiled, then intertwined her fingers with his. "Mhm. You better."

"Ok," Harry said, turning the steering wheel and straightening out the tires. He put the car into neutral and lifted the handbrake, then took his feet off the pedals and twisted the ignition key. The engine stopped working, but silence didn't have enough time to settle before he tapped her leg twice and spoke again, "Get out."

He stepped out of the car, and Maisy blinked. Smiling to herself, she shook her head and reached to open her door, but Harry was already there, doing the job for her and offering his hand for her to hold.

She narrowed her eyes, and looked up at him.

"C'mon," he said, wiggling his fingers. "Out."

She opened her mouth to call him out for his demanding tone, but ended up snorting and chuckling, instead.

"Well, look who's eager now," she muttered, taking his offer and grabbing his hand, then getting out and stepping aside.

The last five minutes of the drive to his place had been completely silent, and although his promise of taking care of her as soon as they got home lingered between them, all the events of that day had finally started catching up with her brain while Harry's thumb soothed the back of her hand and she watched the streets go by through the window. Tiredness and sleepiness got a hold of her muscles, and her thoughts worked at a much slower pace than before. So whilst she still found herself desperate to get to his apartment, she also wouldn't have complained about taking a short nap first.

"To be fair," he said, "been eager since I first saw you tonight."

He slammed the door shut, and its bang echoed around the parking lot. Maisy looked around, fixing her outfit while Harry moved to stand in front of her. He seemed to be the only neighbor who hadn't been in the building that night, all the other spots already occupied by different types of cars. Other than that, everything was quiet, as if they were the only two people awake in the entire town.

"What happened to building maintenance?" she murmured.

Harry tilted his head and smiled, placing his hands on her hips and caging her between his body and his car. "Building maintenance?"

Looking over his shoulder, Maisy rested her hands on his chest and shrugged. It hadn't always been intense, gray darkness and dim lights, had it? She usually walked into the building through the front door, so she couldn't remember the last time she'd been there, but she was pretty convinced it used to look more appealing than… That.

"Yes. Half of the bulbs are gone," she pointed out.

He lifted his hands to her face, brushing his thumb over her jawline while sliding the other four to the back of her neck. "Are they?"

Guiding her to look at him, he tilted his chin down and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Maisy sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying his softness. "Mhmm…"

He pulled away, only enough to murmur, "Didn't notice."

And then he kissed her again. Curling his mouth around her bottom lip and getting a taste of it, then letting it go and repeating the process with the upper one.

Kind of dizzy, Maisy dropped her palms to his waist, grasping at his t-shirt for some balance just as he tilted her head to the side and drifted his kisses to her cheek.

"It's just…" She swallowed, keeping her eyes shut and focusing on the way his wet lips caressed her skin. "Kinda dark… Isn't it?"

Harry hummed, pressing more and more kisses. He took his time moving towards her ear, meanwhile drawing small circles on her lower jaw and pushing her body against the closed door.

"It is dark, yes," he said, brushing his nose next to her ear and allowing every word to resonate inside her. "Means no one can see us."

Maisy rested her weight on his car, and Harry waved both hands up through her hair, holding it into a ponytail. With a gentle but firm tug, he pulled her head back, then moved his kisses down to her neck.

God. That felt good.

Really good.

He kissed her again. And again, and again, and again. Parting his lips slightly and making it wet. Making it sweet. Making it noisy. Hmmmm…

She parted her lips, breathing heavily through her mouth. Heat seemed to rush to every spot he touched, and she could feel her pulse racing in her throat.

So good.

"I mean," she barely managed to say. "Maybe… Someone… Could…"

He hummed again, a little longer this time, letting her know he was listening even though he seemed much more preoccupied about covering her throat with warm, needy and calculated kisses.

"Yes…" He parted his lips wider, pressing them where her neck met her shoulder and sliding his tongue up and down. Wet, and warm. Once, and twice. "Maybe."

Harry knew what he was doing, tracing a dreamy and sensual path from one side to the other with his plump and juicy lips. Sucking slightly even now and then, soothing with his tongue, teasing with his teeth. Using his large hands to tilt her head as he pleased. Letting her know how careful and affectionate he could be, but also showing off his power and strength.

Maisy's heart skipped a beat, and her legs weakened.

"Wanna risk it?" he asked, breathing hot air into her ear.

Twisting her hands around his t-shirt, Maisy opened her eyes. She licked her lips and swallowed, putting herself together and finding the last remains of energy to say something back to him.

Truth be told, there was something about being the only two in that dark parking lot that made her feel excited to keep going. The danger was a turn on, and there was no other person that could ever make her feel as safe as Harry did, so she knew that if there was a time to be brave and risk it all, that would be it.

At the same time, the idea of getting caught by one of his neighbors—people she more than often encountered in the elevator or walking in the hallway—brought nervousness to the pit of her stomach. It was one thing to make out passionately and let others know how much you were into someone, but getting caught naked and mid-orgasm was completely different. At least when it came to Maisy, of course.

"That eager, huh?" she asked, facing the ceiling and waiting for him to tilt her head back down. "Can't even make it to the fourth floor?"

Her question put a smirk on his face, and it granted her wishes, causing Harry to tighten the grip of his fingers and guide her to look at him again.

"That eager, yes." He leaned in, brushing the tip of his nose up and down her own. "Can you blame me?"

He let go of her hair and slid his fingers down, brushing the tips on each side of her neck.

"Been thinking about you in this outfit since I first saw you tonight."

He traced her collarbones, then breezed from her shoulders to her forearms, sliding his own shirt off from her arms, and then going all the way back up to her chest once again.

Her flesh prickled at his touch, and a brief shiver rippled through her, causing Harry's smirk to get even wider.

Just like before, his reaction was enough to snap something inside her. Because even though she enjoyed taking orders and being compliant to someone else's wishes, Maisy didn't enjoy giving all her power away. Not all at once, at least.

So she looked down at her own body, let Harry's shirt hang on her elbows, and raised her eyebrows.

"This outfit?" she asked, as if she hadn't bought that top specifically for that night. Or as if she had never heard Harry talking to the boys about bloody gorgeous tits before. Or as if she wasn't proud of the curves she had to offer. Or as if she hadn't hoped of getting his attention when she'd put the pieces together and stared at herself in the mirror earlier in the afternoon.

"Mhmm…" He grabbed the spaghetti straps between his fingers, then followed their path from her shoulders to her chest. "This outfit."

She glanced up again, then watched him carefully and patiently, fluttering her eyelids while drowning her voice in innocence and naivety. "What about it?"

"Do I really need to say it?"

Maisy nodded. "I would like you to, yes."

Harry hummed, and looked down at her chest. He toyed with the thin straps a little longer, hooking each one inside of his fingers and running through them up and down.

If Maisy would've had to guess, she would've thought he was pondering his next words. Weighing them up. Choosing them carefully. Making sure they wouldn't go unnoticed, and therefore making sure she wouldn't go unaffected. She'd seen Harry flirting so many times, that she knew how much liked the thrill of the chase. She'd also shared a lot of conversations with him about the subject, so she knew how much he cared about making other people feel good, even when he knew it wouldn't go further than a one night stand—although even if she hadn't talked to him about it, she knew that making people feel good was a trait that played a huge part in who Harry was; not only when dating or hooking up, but just in general.

"Well," he eventually said, clearing his throat and answering her question. "I mean, I didn't want to be disrespectful at the club, but…"

He moved his hands, leaving the straps of her top behind and tracing its edge instead.

"To be completely honest…" He brushed the tips of his index and middle fingers across her cleavage. Teasingly and featherly. Eying his own movements. Scanning the patterns he drew all over the swell of her breasts. "And only because you're asking…"

He paused to glance into her eyes, then slid his tongue between his lips and looked back down to his hands.

"I couldn't stop staring at these," he finally added.

Maisy's skin tingled, and her insides quivered. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the way his fingers made her feel. Enjoying the fact that he'd been staring at her breasts. And enjoying even more the idea of him filling his hands with them and giving both a forceful squeeze. Shit. She swallowed.

Her heart hammered in her ears, though, and her lungs didn't seem to keep up with so much information. She knew Harry could feel her chest moving up and down frenziedly under his touch, meaning that, once again, it would be impossible for her to hide how breathless he made her feel.

So she would have to use it in her favor, instead.

Shifting on her feet, she leaned fully into the car and breathed in deeply, filling up her chest and pressing her cleavage briefly into his hands. Then, she exhaled through her nose, leaving Harry's fingers running over empty air.

"And?" she asked, feeling herself taking control once again. "What's your verdict?"

He peeked at her and took a step forward, fingers finding her again. "My verdict?"

"Mhm. You like them?"

Harry wiggled his eyebrows and nodded, letting her know he understood the question.

Focusing on one breast, he moved his index finger up and down, drawing a straight line, then repeating the process an inch or two to the side.

"I think they're gorgeous," he said, connecting the two lines with a horizontal stroke.

Maisy smiled. "Thanks. I think so, too."

Harry smiled, too, then moved to her other breast. "You do, huh?"

Once again, he traced two vertical lines, and connected them horizontally with a third one.

"Mhmm…"

"Can't see why you wouldn't." He reached her sides and drifted down, roaming through her ribcage. "Can't see why anyone wouldn't."

He got past the exposed skin of her waist, then to the waistline of her pants.

"These are really nice, too." He sneaked four fingers between the fabric and her stomach, leaving only his thumb out as he grabbed onto the waistline and pulled her forward. Maisy gasped quietly, almost unnoticeable, stumbling on her feet while Harry skimmed his other hand down through her belly. "But I bet this one" —he tilted his chin down while she tilted her head up, and then he cupped between her legs, fully palming and covering her heat— "looks better."

Maisy snorted, pressing herself into his touch. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Holding each other's gazes, they both smirked.

Harry pushed his hand into her, backing her up and forcing her into the cold car while stepping forward. "Am I supposed to pretend I'm not dying to take your clothes off?"

Maisy shrugged. "I mean, I would rather if you got right into it, but if you want to keep playing games…"

Harry's smirk faded away. He rubbed his fingers up and down, making sure to stroke from one side to the other. Harsher. Fully. From her entrance, to her front. Just like he'd done earlier that day. But somehow even better.

Oh God. Maisy blinked, then moved her palms up to his arms, holding tightly onto him while flickering her eyes all over his face.

Something had happened.

There were no traces of playfulness or teasing anymore. No more smirks, no more cluelessness. No more fake oblivion. No more mulling over his words.

Harry looked focused and determined. Sure of himself. And yet ready to crumble.

"'M not playing games," he stated, touching her. Always touching her. "Would never play games with you."

Oh. The information clicked inside her mind, and she squeezed his arms. "I—I know."

She hadn't meant it like that, and she knew Harry wasn't messing around with her. He wouldn't do that. If he didn't want her, then he wouldn't be with her. Simply as that.

"Good." He slid his foot between her boots and parted her legs, then spread them even wider with his knee. "Now, I'd really like to make you cum."

Applying more pressure to his hand, he rubbed circles, just like she'd guided him earlier.

Ohh… Maisy fluttered her eyelids, then fully closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, holding back a moan and turning it into a soft whine, instead.

"Can I make you cum, pretty girl?"

Turning the corners of her mouth up, Maisy nodded.

"Right here?" He moved faster. "Right now?"

Oh God. She swallowed, then slid her tongue through her parted lips and glanced at him.

"I—Oh God—" The words flew out from her mind to her mouth, and she dropped her forehead to his chest. "Are there—Shit—Are there cameras here?"

He shook his head. "Nope."

"Then—"

"We can barely afford light bulbs. Or so I've heard."

"Oh my God," she chuckled, twisting his t-shirt inside her fingers as the feeling grew more and more intense with each stroke. "Shut up, and—Oh God… Just… Fuck."

"Yes?" he asked, the smile clear in his voice.

She breathed in and out, heavily and loudly, and slid one hand from his arm to her own waist. Pulling away from his chest, she stared into his green eyes and unbuttoned her pants.

"Touch me." And then, she unzipped them. "Now."

Harry smirked. He looked around and over his shoulder, then stood by her side and pushed her further towards the front of the car, closer to the wall. Maisy sighed, and relaxed. It was good to know they were in sync. That no matter how much they wanted to do that, none of them got to the point of disrespecting each other's—or other people's—boundaries.

And then, he sneaked his hand inside her pants, and every one of her worries and random thoughts vanished away. She focused on him, and on the things he did to her. She focused on the way he stood straighter and stretched his arm, then got in between the lace of her thong and the warmth of her skin. She focused on the way he stepped forward and relaxed his body into her side, too, throwing his free arm around her neck while angling his other forearm to get his fingertips past her hair, and right into her wet flesh.

"Fuck."

They looked at each other for a second, and then they both chuckled, simultaneously leaning in for a whole new kiss.

"Fucking finally…" Harry mumbled.

He dipped his middle finger between her folds and stroked it up and down, collecting her wetness and spreading it around. Maisy shivered, and her hips jerked forward, almost against her will. With a grunt, Harry pulled his hand off from her pants and broke the kiss, bringing his middle finger to his mouth and sucking it in.

He closed his eyes when tasting her, and Maisy's body got on fire. Grabbing his t-shirt into fists, she pulled him closer, then licked her way around his jaw. Tasting whatever inch she could reach, and as much as she could, while he put his hand back inside her pants.

"C'mere." He kissed her again, and dipped his fingers between her folds again. Stroking them up and down. Spreading her open. Getting to know every corner of her.

Maisy sighed. She moved her hands, grabbing his neck, and his bicep, then let her body react to his wonderful, skillful fingers. His never stopping fingers. Stroking up and down, up and down. Rubbing circles. Pressing her clit. Rubbing her clit. So good. So, so good.

"Oh God." She leaned into him, moving her hips and searching for more friction. "Harry…"

"Yeah?"

More. She needed more.

"Ugh," she practically whined, opening her eyes. "Touch me."

"I am touching you."

She smacked his shoulder. "Then touch me more."

Harry laughed, then quickly kissed her again. He hunched slightly and pressed his middle finger inside her. Just barely, though, not even making it to his first knuckle before freezing and kissing the corner of her mouth.

"Like this?"

"More."

Half an inch forward.

"Like this?"

"Oh my God!" She grabbed his wrist, and glared at him. "I hate you so much right now!"

He smiled, kissing her cheek, and her chin, then her mouth. "No you don't."

Maisy rolled her eyes. "I do, yes."

"Hmmm."

With half of his middle finger still inside her, he pressed one side of his hand on her clit, then went back to rubbing circles.

She let go of his wrist and placed both hands on his shoulders, then threw her head back and rolled her hips back and forth.

"You said you'd make me cum…"

Keeping the steady movement of his hand, Harry kissed her cheek.

"You're right, baby."

Baby.

Maisy throbbed between her legs, then squeezed her eyes shut.

"I did say that," he added, and she huffed.

"So make me, damnit."

"Alright baby," —he bent his knees, then pushed his middle finger deep inside her— "Alright."

Oh.

Maisy moaned.

He slid his hand and pushed his finger out. Then thrusted back inside. Curving it, he pressed it against her wall, searching for that spot that would drive her insane. When he found it, Maisy's knees wobbled, and she melted into him.

"Oh God." She looked into his eyes, breathing from her mouth while he stared back at her.

"Yeah?" Out. And in. Hitting into that same spot one more time. "Right there?"

She bit her lip, and nodded. "Mhmmm…"

He pulled his lonely finger out, then pushed two inside. Aiming for that same delicious spot, over and over again. Making her feel good—so, so good.

She held onto him, hypnotized as she watched the beautiful green of his eyes, and he threaded his free hand through her hair, pulling her till his lips were against her temple. Breathing into her while he worked his strong fingers inside her. Pumping so hard that she could hear her dripping wetness in the dead-silent parking lot.

"God…" She bit her lip. "I dreamed about this for so long."

"Yeah? Is it like you dreamed it would be?"

"Much… Much better."

Harry sighed, then tightened the grip around her hair and tilted her face to the side. "C'mere."

He kissed her firmly, then, connecting their lips and keeping them together while he tried his best to angle his arm and hit the spot hidden inside her.

"Fuck…" She moaned into his mouth. "Can you… Oh God… Can you make it three?"

He hunched down, wriggling inside her pants to adjust his hand.

"Shit." He pulled away from her mouth and looked over his shoulder, then back at her. "Can't with these pants… And I don't want to undress you here…"

Maisy nodded. "Okay."

"Sorry." He pumped in and out again.

"It's—It's fine, I just… I need more."

"Then I'll give you more."

He pulled his fingers out and held her tightly with his palm, then spinned her body around. Pressing his chest to her back and hovering over her shoulder, he held her body firmly with his other arm, and proceeded to work between his legs. He pressed one finger to her clit and rubbed circles, gradually increasing the speed and pressure of his movements. The new position allowed him to relieve some of his own tension, too, rocking his hardening bulge against her ass.

Maisy melted into his hold, throwing her arm up and around his neck and holding tightly onto him while moving her hips back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

That was so much better.

Oh God.

He squeezed her tighter, keeping her in place while he made sure to give her everything she needed and wanted. More pressure, more speed. Kisses to her neck, and to her jaw. Breathing hotly into her ear.

"Yes, yes." She pulsed, throbbed, and quivered. "Oh God."

Harry moved steadily, but faster. Pushing her further, and further.

"That's it, baby," he murmured into her ear. "That's it. C'mon."

He pushed her further and further. And even further.

Until Maisy finally exploded, shuddered, and trembled.

''Ah!"

She fell forward, and Harry grabbed her. Pulling her upright, and driving her through her climax. Out of breath and numb, she grabbed his wrist and squeezed him. Silently begging for him to stop.

He complied and pulled his fingers away from her clit, soothing her and shushing her when she hissed. But then he removed his hand from her pants and automatically took it up to his mouth, licking and sucking the mess she'd made while humming next to her ear. As if she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

Maisy moaned, almost painfully, holding onto his arm around her waist and instinctively drawing circles with her ass up and down his length.

"Please. Please. Just take me upstairs now."

— — — — —

The walk to the fourth floor happened in a rush. They didn't let go of each other while walking, nor stopped kissing or touching when they got inside the elevator. And by the time they were inside the living room, Harry's t-shirt was already on the floor and Maisy's boots were long forgotten by the door.

They blindly guided each other around the furniture, kissing and touching while they unbuttoned each other's pants. Harry's were the first to get lost on the hallway, and Maisy didn't miss one second before feeling him up through his briefs. He grunted and sighed, chasing her mouth while encouraging her to take the rest of her clothes off.

Maisy stumbled as they got inside his bedroom, and they both laughed, having to slow down and take a deep breath before moving on. But then she sat on the foot of the bed and Harry kneeled in front of her, going along with every single one of her movements and helping to undress her.

He kissed her legs, and moved his lips up her body, losing himself with her scent when he nuzzled his nose between her legs. He kissed her on top of the laced thong, and then pulled the item off her body. He moved up, and they captured each other's mouths once again. Kissing, sucking, nibbling. He felt her up, and she felt him up. She squeezed him with her palm, and traced him with her fingers. He breathed in and out heavily from her mouth, too worked up to properly kiss her. And then she kissed his bottom lip, holding it and sucking it into her mouth as she slid into the elastic of his briefs and finally touched him.

Harry moaned. So raw, manly, and helpless at the same time that it made her smile.

She stroked him up and down, then. Up and down, up and down. He was full, firm, and hot under her hand. Rigid. Solid. His own neediness had already gotten him wet, but not enough for her hand to slide as smoothly as she would've liked, so she pulled it off and brought it to her mouth.

Harry took the opportunity to take the last item off, his shaft hitting his stomach and making him hiss. He stroked himself, crawling over her body before diving into her neck.

Maisy squirmed, and moaned. She searched for his hand, and once she grabbed it, she pulled it directly to her chest.

"Want them in your mouth," she murmured, squeezing her breast with the help of his hand.

Harry buckled his hips into hers, and cursed into her skin. He sat on his heels and brought her along by her arms, then pulled at the sleeves of his own shirt to take it off her body.

"Tomorrow morning you're wearing this again," he said, holding up his shirt in his hand and then throwing it to the floor. "And I'm gonna fuck you in it."

Maisy smiled. "Yes, sir."

He sighed then shook his head, and she giggled. Lifting one arm, she unzipped her top with the other one. Harry helped her get rid of it, and then he was all over her body once again. Snuggling into her chest and parting his mouth to get a taste of her breast. Squeezing it into his hand and sucking it fervently. Nibbling her nipple, flickering his tongue. Sucking even more.

"Bloody fucking gorgeous," he mumbled around her.

"God, yes." She relaxed into the mattress, threading her hands into his hair and arching her body into his mouth. "Take more."

He sucked deeper, unashamedly slurping as he drooled all over her skin and grinded against her hips.

Maisy exploded with pure, raw, and wild need for him. She bent her knees and placed her feet on the bed, then spread her legs open. Stretching her arm between their bodies, she grabbed his length and pressed his tip between her folds, rubbing up and down her wetness.

"Fuck." She moaned, rolling her hips up.

"Jesus Christ," Harry grunted. "You're so fucking sexy."

He moved to her other breast, massaging the one he had just abandoned. Losing himself in her taste and squeezing her just as fiercely as he sucked her into his mouth.

Fuck. Maisy really liked that. She really liked when men loved her breasts, but Harry being the one who sucked them into his mouth was mind-blowing. It made her feral. It drove her insane.

"Hell yes." She moaned, and he moaned.

She threaded her free hand around his curls and pressed him closer to her chest. Hoping to suffocate him with her breasts. "Keep going…"

Harry hummed, drinking her in while writhing against her hand.

She scratched his scalp with one hand, and pressed him between her folds with the other. Rocking her hips back and forth while he got drunk on her. "Just like that…"

He searched for her hands, then, slotting their fingers together and sinking them onto the mattress while he devoured her entirely. Letting her breast go with a loud pop and moving immediately to her neck.

"I need you," he mumbled, spreading open-mouthed kisses to whatever he could reach. "Now. I need you now."

She hooked her legs around his waist, adjusting so he could roll and rub himself against her clit. "Mhmm… Please."

He bit her neck, and she dropped her head back, arching into him and squeezing his hands.

"Condom," he mumbled. "I'll—Condom…"

"Mhmm…"

Maisy nodded, dropping her legs to the mattress, and Harry moved, stretching to open the drawer on the bed side table. She took the opportunity to kiss his neck, and his shoulder, tasting him slowly and fervently. He grunted, having trouble concentrating, but eventually grabbed a foil package and moved back to her mouth.

He kissed her, then pulled away to tore the wrapper open with his teeth, and kissed her again. They moved together to put on the condom, always finding ways to keep meeting for tender and lazy kisses. Once he was ready, Maisy shuffled on his bedsheets and made herself comfortable, watching as he slotted between her legs and then crawled to place one elbow next to her head.

Holding himself with one arm and looking into her eyes, he took one hand down and grabbed himself.

She hugged his neck, and he teased his tip around her clit, then tapped it twice against her entrance.

Maisy hissed, and Harry grunted.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, guiding himself inside her body. "I really, really hope I last."

Maisy laughed, and he smiled. And then they kissed.

She instantly hooked her legs around his waist, resting her heels above his bum and encouraging him to get closer. To go deeper. To fill her.

Kissing.

Panting.

Moaning.

Shivering.

Maisy squeezed her eyes together, feeling the burn of the first stretch. And Harry kissed her again. Maybe trying to sooth her. Or maybe because he just couldn't stay away.

"You good?" he asked, caging her head between his forearms.

"Yeah…" She licked her lips, and blinked. "So good."

"Can I fuck you like this?" he asked. "Wanna see you."

She nodded. "Whatever you want. Just fuck me already."

Harry chuckled, then rolled his hips, sliding in and out slowly, just to test the waters.

"Whatever I want?"

Maisy sighed, and nuzzled her hands into his curls. "Yes. Whatever you want."

In…

And out…

"In that case," he said. "Wanna fuck you like this tonight."

In…

And out…

"And want you to ride me tomorrow."

Maisy smiled.

In…

And out…

"Wearing your shirt?" she asked.

"Fuck yes."

In…

He brushed the side of his nose with hers, and smiled, too. "Nothing but my shirt."

And out…

In…

She nodded. "Mkay…"

And out…

"Hmmm."

In…

And out…

"We'll have…" he started, then kept going as he followed the affectionate and sensual pace of his hips. "The rest… Fuck… Of our lives… To try… Different… Positions… Anyway… Yeah?"

Maisy smiled again. "The rest of our lives, huh?"

In…

Harry kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. "Too cliché?"

And out…

She shook her head. "I like the sound of it."

"Yeah… Me too."

In…

And out…

In…

And out…

"Fuck," he growled.

Picking up the pace, he held his weight firmly onto his forearms, then moved his hips and focused on thrusting into her. In and out, in and out, in and out. Faster. And deeper.

In and out.

Maisy whimpered and squeezed her arms around his shoulders, needing something to hold onto as he built a frantic pace.

In and out.

"Took me all this… Shit… All this time to figure it out," he mumbled. "I'm not—Fuck—I'm not letting you go now."

She arched her back, and sank her nails into his back. "I'm not going anywhere."

He smashed their mouths together. Rocking his hips into her. Pounding into her. Faster. Deeper. The bed knocked into the wall. And their skin smacked together.

Hell yes.

So good.

"Don't stop," she pleaded.

So fucking good.

Loud.

Desperate.

Needy.

Hungry.

Feral.

"C'mon baby…" he mumbled around her lips, then took one hand down to her waist. "C'mon…"

More. More. More.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Deep. Deep. Deep.

"Y—Yeah… Right—Shit. Right there… Oh my God… Keep going… Keep going…"

"You're so loud," Harry chuckled, squeezing her waist and keeping up the reckless pace. "Fucking… Love… It… Fuuuck."

Maisy gasped. She scrunched up her face, and gripped his ass with both hands.

"More… I need… More…"

"Jesus Christ…" Still holding his weight with one arm, he let go of her waist and moved between her legs, then rubbed her swollen clit. "Like that?"

"Fuck yes. Yes. Oh God, Harry… Harry… Oh God… Yes."

"C'mon then… C'mon… Let me see you…"

She moaned loudly, crying out as her walls spasmed and contracted around him and all the tension snapped at once, causing her body to tremble from head to toe.

"Fuck—" Harry closed his eyes. "Isy— Shit… I'm… Isy… Fuck."

He shattered on top of her, pulsing inside her walls as he emptied himself inside the condom and went still with each—

last—

fucking—

thrust.

"Fuuuuuck."

He held himself and pulled out, then finally collapsed into her.

Beats of silence went by. Deafening silence. A silence they hadn't ever shared before. Not in five years of friendship. Not with anyone else they'd ever been up until then. A silence that enveloped both of them naturally, that gave them time to recollect their thoughts and catch up their breaths. And a silence that, after another couple of beats, got them both rolling in bed and laughing out loud.

"Oh my God…"

Maisy hid behind her hands, feeling the mattress sink as he got up and got rid of the condom. Although she didn't want to, she followed his steps, going to the bathroom and cleaning herself up.

Moments later, when she walked back into his bedroom, she found Harry laying in bed, wearing clean briefs and waiting for her.

"C'mere," he said, patting the place next to him.

She curled her lips into a smile and practically ran to him, jumping into his bed and snuggling into his side.

"Jesus Christ Isy…" Harry pulled her naked body to himself, sneaking one arm under her neck and sliding the other one around her waist. "I'm so happy and also so fucking mad right now."

"What?" She placed one hand on his chest and hooked one leg around his waist. "Why are you mad?"

"Because!" He laughed. "Can't believe you've been hiding this side from me all this time."

"Hmm… No I haven't."

"Yes, you have."

"No, because I don't even have a side to hide!"

"You totally do. All loud… Chatty… Bossy…"

"That's not true."

"It isss tho…"

"Oh, shut up."

"Exactly!" He laughed even louder, then forced his voice in a poor attempt of mimicking her. "Shut up Harry. Touch me Harry. Fuck me Harry. More Harry. I need more Harry. More Har—Ouch! Heyyyy!"

Maisy let go of his nipple, then slapped his chest. "Stop being stupid!"

"Will you stop fucking pinching me?" he asked, smacking his palm loudly against her ass.

"Shit!" she yelped and laughed, jolting closer to his body.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he added right after, then pinched right under her bum.

"Harry!" Laughing louder, she squirmed inside his arms. "Stop!"

"You like it rough, and you're filthy."

"Oh my God." Maisy rolled her eyes, catching her breath between all the laughing. "So? What's wrong with that? Huh?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"Well, then stop judging!"

"I'm not—What? I'm not!" He shuffled, staring into her eyes and caressing her cheek. "Are you kidding me? I fucking love it!"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Mhmm… Sure."

Harry shook his head, and smiled. "Don't be silly… It's just… I don't know, but it felt different, y'know? Like… Fucking great sex… But not just like… The sex, sex, y'know? Everything about it… I don't know. I guess I just never had something like this before… Just… So fun and fucking hot at the same time… Y'know what I mean?"

Maisy bit her lip, and nodded. She cradled his cheek and moved closer, then pulled him in for a slow, sweet, and long, long kiss.

"Yeah," she whispered, pecking his mouth one more time and sliding her hand to the back of his head. "I know exactly what you mean."

Harry grunted softly.

"See?" He squeezed her bum. "And you been keeping this away from me! All this time!"

Maisy rolled her eyes—for what felt like the hundredth time. "Okay. Have you thought that maybe, maybe, if you had made a move on me instead of pulling up random girls at bars, you would've known sooner?"

Harry opened his mouth, then shut it again.

"You're right." He rested his forehead against hers and nodded. Then, he smiled. "Thank God my girl's got attitude, huh?"

Maisy bit her lip and smiled, too.

But then, she grinned. So big she even giggled.

"Your girl, huh?"

"Mhmmm…" He caressed her side. "If you want to be, of course."

"Am I going to be the only one?"

He pulled away, then looked firmly into her eyes. "I want you to be, yes. I want to do this properly. Wanna be with you. Only you. No-one else."

She threaded her fingers around the curls in the back of his head, then stroked his scalp with soft circles.

"I wanna be with you, too. Want you to be mine."

He smiled, and shrugged. "Already am. All yours."

"Good." She kissed him. "No more being just friends, then…"

"Fuck no!" He laughed, and pulled her in for another kiss. Then, he murmured into her lips, "Fuck that shit. We were never just friends, anyway."

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Alphabets Pt. 1 (A-E)

Just some fun things you and Harry like to do in bed…

A-Anal sex

Harry loves fucking you in the ass. Initially, you were very hesitant on having anal however, Harry made you feel very comfortable and said he would stop anytime you feel uncomfortable. He also used lube to help make the process less painful for you. But let's just say after that night you've never looked back. He made it so pleasurable. So now you'll make sure to include anal at least once every week. He liked to call it “your other tight hole”. His ego after the first time you both did anal was off the roof, because that means he got to be the man to take the virginity of all your holes. He came so hard, that his cum was flowing out of your ass dripping on your outer thigh. “Now youre all mine, I get to be the first man to fuck all your holes and I better be the only,” he panted while kissing your neck.

B-Blowjobs

Harry was never the guy to force his girlfriends to give blowjobs. There was just something about blowjobs that turned you on so much, so you would always be eager to suck on your boyfriend's cock. This was however a problem for your exes since they could never keep up with your high sex drive, but you fortunately didn't face this problem with Harry, since he had an equal or rather higher sex drive than yours. He was always letting you suck on his cock, even if it was just for you to keep it in your mouth to warm it. He loved the wet feeling of your saliva and your gags were music to his ears, giving him the confirmation that his cock was still too big for your small mouth. You would let him cum in your mouth and would lick all the cum off like the good girl you are.

C-Cum Inside

I mean there is no need to mention how OBSESSED Harry is with cumming in you. Whether it be your pussy, ass, mouth, stomach, breasts or back. He loved painting you with his cum, claiming you to be all his. He loved watching the creamy white substance drip from your holes. He also has a private folder on his phone that contains all your naked pictures filled with the dirty things you both do together. He loved going through the folder and thinking about how freaky you both are. You might look innocent but only he knows how kinky you can get in bed.

D-Daddy Kink

It's no surprise that you had a daddy kink. You and Harry have a seven-year age gap (him being the elder one). It isn't a lot, however there is just something about it that turns you on. You have always had a thing for older men. Harry is currently 32, however, when he got his first streak of white hair, it bothered him so much. But you on the other hand, Your OVARIES WERE EXPLODING!!!! Just the idea of pulling on his hair while he eats you out and moaning “Daddy” got you going. That night he ate you out like he was a starved man. You later on gave him the best blowjob of his life. “Does daddy like it when innocent, younger girls suck on his big cock. You are so dirty and perverted daddy,” you tested the waters. “Ahh, says the girl sucking an older man’s cock like her life depends on it. A whore who hasnt been fucked in a long time and I am the perverted one?” he replies with a cocky smirk.

E- Eating you out

Just the way you love giving Harry blowjobs he loves giving you a good head too. You were never a fan of the concept of a guy eating you out. None of your exes were good at it. It just made you frustrated. However, when Harry ate you out for the very first time after your third date, you knew you could never get tired of it. The combination of his long, ring-clad fingers and his magical tongue was deadly. He knew how to make a girl orgasm.

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has Older!Harry ever had to work later than he thought, maybe running into plans he had with pretty girl?

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"What do you think, H?"

(Y/N) twirled in front of where Harry sat on his couch, showing off the new dress he had pushed her into rewarding herself with (with his credit card, of course) after getting through midterms. He'd seen the photos online, but she wanted him to get a look at the real thing—see if he liked it on her as much as he said he would.

Looking up from his phone, he gave her a bright smile. "Sweetheart," he crooned, appraising her with an adoring gaze, "Y'look—"

His phone buzzed in his hand, the disturbance cutting him off as he was forced to glance down at the device. His features posed into something grim with a set line on his jaw and pursed lips.

"What is it?" (Y/N) asked, fiddling with her nails with her purse hanging from her wrist. He'd been attached to his phone since he'd come over to pick her up, constantly going back and forth between doling out his attention to her before being taken away by his phone.

He shook his head much like he had done every other time (Y/N) had asked what had been going on. "Jus' something at the office—trying to figure out what happened."

"Is it bad?" she asked, sinking into the couch next to him in hopes of skimming a glance at his screen.

"A little, if it is what I think it is," he murmured distractedly, scrolling through a report (Y/N) had no hopes of recognizing.

Quietly, she watched as he tapped away, aware of the time ticking down towards their reservations. "Do you think you'll be done before we need to leave?"

Seemingly suddenly realizing the time, he heaved a sigh. "I hope."

Just as the words left his mouth, an incoming call colored his screen.

"Hold on," he told her, rising from his seat with his phone in a tight grip, "If 'm not off the phone by the time we need to leave, come and get me, 'kay?"

As soon as she gave a nod, Harry had his phone pressed to his ear and was heading upstairs towards his office. His voice was rumbling and low, but she could hear the curt tone even from where she sat. She watched as he disappeared up the staircase before pulling her own phone out. She'd give him ten minutes, she decided—it would be cutting it close to the reservation, but she didn't want to stress him out any more than he obviously already was.

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(Y/N)'s lips thinned as she watched the time tick off one more minute.

6:45pm.

Harry had been tucked away upstairs for the full of the ten minute timer she had set for him. She hoped the problem wasn't as bad as he had feared, but she had a feeling it was that or much worse. He hated being late for any kind of appointment, so she doubted he had just lost track of time while working.

Rising to her feet, joints popping from being folded up on his couch while she had waited, she started for the stairs. Her heels clicked over his floors, following her up the case and towards his office. Only a few paces away, she could hear him speaking behind the door. None of the words were clear, but it definitely wasn't a good sign to hear him still on the phone.

She quietly knocked on the door, pausing for a moment before pushing it open. Peering around the wood, she found Harry just as she figured she would: sat behind his desk, features pinched and sharp as he stared at his computer screen with his phone pressed to his ear.

He hadn't even noticed her peeking in, mumbling something to his associate with his eyes reflecting whatever he was scrolling through on his screen. Clearing her throat, (Y/N) finally gained Harry's attention.

His features quickly softened at the sight of her.

"H? Are you ready to go?" she peeped, hoping whoever was on the other end of the call couldn't hear her.

Lips thinning, he murmured an excuse to his call before pulling the phone away from his ear for a moment. With the receiver pressed to his shoulder, eyes speaking apologies before he'd even shared a word.

"Sweetheart," he started, the syllables floating on a sigh, "I can't leave, yet. 'S worse than I thought."

While she was sympathetic to whatever he was dealing with—Harry never liked to bring work home if he could help it, especially if it was problem based like this—she couldn't help the way her shoulders deflated some. "Will we still be able to make dinner? It's almost six."

Harry glanced at the time himself then, hesitating meeting her eyes once more. "I don't know, love. 'M so sorry, I really didn't think it was going to be this complicated."

"It's okay, it's okay," she waved him off, already creeping out of the room, "I'll call and see if they have anything later, but don't worry."

A sad smile wormed its way onto his lips, molding into the apples of his cheeks though the curl didn't meet his eyes. "Thank you, love."

After offering her own small smile, (Y/N) slipped out of the room with the door clicking behind her. Taking in a deep breath, she slipped her phone out of her bag before pulling up the restaurant's website. She had a feeling, just with how coveted their original reservation was, that there wouldn't be anything else available but she didn't feel like telling Harry that kind of news at the moment.

Taking in a sigh, (Y/N) started towards the stairs with her phone pressed to her ear.

"Thank you for calling Elio, how can I help you?"

"Hi—um—I have a reservation in thirty minutes, but I was wondering if..."

—————

After shooting off a text to Harry that there wasn't anything else available fore the night, (Y/N) had resigned herself to a night on the couch. Even when he'd answered with a promise that he would figure something out as soon as he fixed whatever was going on, she hadn't bet on the possibility.

When it came to things like these—problems outside of his control, unanticipated mistakes—Harry had a hard time letting them go until they were back up to his standards. He wouldn't be able to relax enough to spend the night with her, she knew that. Instead she had only messaged him back that she'd be downstairs for him whenever he was ready with a heart emoji tacked on the end.

That was how she found herself tucked into the cushions of his couch, shoes kicked off under the coffee table, and a fluffy blanket over her lap with one of her reality TV shows on screen. She wasn't paying much attention to the scenes, the episode one she had already seen, instead poking at her phone for entertainment.

As the time ticked on, closer and closer to Harry having been stuck working for over an hour, part of her wanted to head upstairs and see if she could pry him away. If he finished soon, they could still at least go out somewhere, keeping her dress and makeup from going to waste. But, she could still hear his rumbling voice at times carrying through the walls—he was still stuck on the phone. She could only imagine the kind of stress he was feeling if he was still stuck on the same problem almost an hour later.

Curled on his couch, (Y/N) almost winced when her stomach growled. She had kept herself from snacking after class, knowing she was going to want to have all the room possible for the immaculate dinner Harry had planned. Now, with the time ticking well past their reservations, she was feeling the consequences of her abstinence.

Though she wasn't particularly keen on the idea of padding upstairs and asking Harry if he would be okay with some takeaway for the night, there wasn't much else she could do. (Harry had been teaching her as much as he could when it came to the kitchen, but that didn't mean that she was particularly good yet). Especially after she had made the choice to indulge in watching too many sushi videos that popped up on her social media—she doubted she could wait for Harry to finish up before scampering off for dinner.

Moving upstairs, (Y/N) paused outside of Harry's office, her ear keen to the door in hopes of finding a good time to pop in. Though she wasn't encouraged at the stretching silence on the other side, there wasn't much of a better time, she decided when she finally knocked on the door. A responding grumble came from the other side.

Peeking inside, he didn't look much different than when she had seen him last. Now, his sleeves were rolled to his elbows and his hair mussed, but that pinch between his brows lingered with his jaw in a strong set. He looked tired this time when he glanced up at her, the fan of his lashes becoming a drooping frame around his eyes.

"Sorry," she started, keeping her voice low at the sight of his phone still pressed to his ear, "Um, I was thinking about ordering dinner, if that's alright with you?"

He took a moment, pulling his phone from his ear, poking at the mute button before clearing his throat. "Are y'sure? If I finish soon, I can still take y'out," he told her, voice softer than what she was sure he was sharing on the phone.

"It's almost eight-thirty, H," (Y/N) gently reminded him, resting her head on the doorjamb as she gazed at him, "I'm sure you're hungry, too."

He seemingly suddenly realized there were other things going on than the emails and clients he was dealing with. He deflated after taking in a deep breath. "Right. 'M sorry, (Y/N), really."

"No, it's okay, don't worry. I under—"

"Mr. Styles, Dean has the group scheduled for a conference call in the morning, but is—"

"Michael," Harry said, pulling the phone to his ear with the speaker off and mute unselected, "'M going to have to call you back."

(Y/N) was taken aback at his sudden suggestion, though she continued listening from where she stood at the threshold. She hoped he wasn't ending the call on her account.

"Ten minutes, and I'll call y'back. Can y'handle that, or do I need to keep holding your hand?"

Maybe it was a bit harsh, but (Y/N) had to hold back her laughter with her hand stamped over her mouth. It wasn't like her boyfriend at all to snap at anyone, including his colleagues, but she couldn't Balme him after being corralled in his office for over an hour. The man on the other end—Micheael—must have stood down seeing as Harry hung up the call with nothing else to share.

Plopping the device face down on his desk, Harry pulled in a sigh before fixing his eyes to (Y/N) once more. "C'mere, pretty girl."

His open arms were an offer as she padded across his office. He collected her against his chest once she had rounded his desk, pulling her as close as he could with her folded in his lap.

"'M sorry," he murmured, voice low in her ear as she settled her chin on his shoulder with her arms looped around his middle, "I didn't mean to ruin the night, sweetheart."

"It's not your fault," she reminded him, "And nothing is ruined. Sometimes things like this happen. I'm not mad."

He pulsed his arms around her, tightening his hug with a kiss pressed to the side of her head. "You're too good to me, love. Thank you."

Drawing away, (Y/N) shifted until she had his cheeks cradled in her hands. Thumbing at his cheekbones, she attempted to draw a smile out of his solemn features when she squished his cheeks with his lips forced into a puffy pout. Her responding laughter was enough to have him straining against her hands with his own attempting smile.

"You know I'm never upset to stay home," she told him, leaning forward to peck a kiss to his puckered lips, "It's okay, H."

"Promise?" he mushed out, words muffled against her squish.

"Promise," she resounded, giving him another kiss before releasing his cheeks, "I think I'm going to order Chinese, so just come down whenever you're done and it'll be waiting."

His arms were a cradle around her, one that kept her locked on his lap as he pressed forward and gave her a lingering kiss. "I love you, you know that?"

"I do," she answered, smiling into his kiss, "I love you, too."

Though he opened his mouth, prepping to say more, his phone began to buzz on his desk once more. (Y/N) could feel the way he deflated in response, hesitant to answer the call.

Untangling herself from his lap, she gave him a soft smile. "Finish whatever you need to do, okay? I'll be downstairs whenever you're done."

His apology was clear on his face without a single word having to be shared. "I'll be fast," he vowed.

"I know."

With that, Harry pressed the phone to his ear with a sharp greeting while (Y/N) scurried out of his office. Though she was still tired and hungry, she felt better after getting a chance to talk to him. She doubted he would finish up as fast as he wanted, but she hoped he understood there was no pressure to be felt on her end.

Chinese food kept perfectly well, anyway.

—————

"Goodnight, Micheal. Have a nice weekend."

Harry didn't wait for a send off on the other end, hanging up on his coworker as soon as the words left his mouth. He'd heard enough of Micheal's voice to last a lifetime, especially after finding out that this entire mixup was nothing more than a paperwork error he hadn't properly checked the first time. Nonetheless, Harry was just happy to no longer be glued to his phone with his laptop lid shut for the foreseeable future.

He dreaded to look at the time on his phone, but knew he had no choice.

10:16pm.

Sighing at the sight, he pocketed his phone with his joints cracking as he stood from his chair. (Y/N) had been quiet for a while now, no more padding around coming from the floor below for the better part of the last half hour.

She had been so understanding, letting him disappear and forcing them to cancel their dinner plans only for her to give soft condolences and sweet kisses in response. He hoped she hadn't fallen asleep before he could make it up to her as much as he could.

Making his way downstairs, the streaming service she had pulled up on his television was paused on one of her favorite shows, the program asking if she was still watching. The coffee table was set up with Chinese takeaway containers, everything clean and sectioned away with his own servings still packaged and warm. He knew what he would find when he peered over the back of the couch, but he still felt a bit of guilt when he saw her wrapped up in a too-small throw blanket on her body and a too-stiff decorative pillow under her head.

Her hair was clean of every pin she'd used to style it, her dress replaced with comfortable pajamas, and face clean and shining in the low light. She was asleep, her breath coming in small puffs with each line and plane of her features left relaxed.

He didn't even tell her goodnight.

Petting his hand over her temple to push stray baby hairs out of her face, he allowed his fingertips to linger over her skin. The warmth of her was enough to thaw the strain he hadn't realized he was still carrying in his muscles.

This would never get old, he decided. The evidence of her around his home was enough to get his heart kicking against his ribs, but to find her on his couch after a long night was something he hadn't realized he craved until he met her. Though he would prefer to have had more time with her, the stress of the night seemed worth it when he came downstairs to see this.

If not for the fact he was just as hungry as (Y/N) had guessed by the amount of containers she left out for him, he would have tucked in beside her and slept off the stress. Instead, he settled for kicking off his shoes and heading for the linen closet for a warmer blanket to spread across her form.

With (Y/N) snuggled under the fleece, he settled himself on the floor beside her. Though it wasn't a show he enjoyed watching without her commentary, Harry still pressed play on the episode she had left off on. He kept the volume low, reaching for the chopsticks that had come with the delivery.

Twirling a bite of lo mein on the sticks, Harry hesitated before that first bite despite his gnawing stomach. Maybe it was the fact he couldn't get her soft face out of his head the last time she'd come to his office, or the way she had arranged all of his favorites out for him to pick through by the time he came downstairs, but it didn't feel right to have his dinner without her.

There was no way he was going to wake her up, but that didn't stop him from reaching for the hand she had sticking out from under the blanket. Though it wasn't a particularly comfortable angle, he laced his fingers between hers. His chest warmed when she seemingly recognized his touch, reciprocating his hold as best she could in her sleep before snuggling the back of his hand to her cheek.

Despite the cooling food in front of him, Harry let his eyes linger on the peaceful set of her features and the way she clung to his hand. A small smile thumbed a dimple into his cheek.

He'd still be making it up to her tomorrow, but tonight hadn't turned out too bad.

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Her fingers curled over her notebook as she reread her notes, huffing in annoyance every few minutes when something didn’t seem exactly right. She had been looking over this essay, scribbled in dark, red ink, for the past half hour, unable to correct all the mistakes her professor assumed she had made.

Embarrassment touched her features as she peeked around her to the fairly busy coffee shop. It was tucked away a few blocks from campus, and mostly was inhabited by businessmen and families with wooden benches and chairs with hanging plants dangling from the ceiling making it her go-to study spot. Now, though, she was embarrassed it was so busy with such a damning, clearly written wrong essay sitting in front of her.

She tugged at the chestnut strands of hair falling into her face, pouting. She should take a break, she’s been here for hours. The glass holding her iced coffee was now melted ice and milky americano. Maybe a pastry would help her? Or setting up Pinterest on her laptop?

Nothing sounded particularly amusing for the young girl, which only had her becoming more upset. She was in a mood spiral, she decided. Nothing would please her, and her day was spoiled. Especially because she’d have to go home to her roommate—a girl she used to be close with in the earlier freshman days, but it quickly fizzled out into stiff professionalism.

Isabella stirred her watered down coffee, frowning into the glass with a crease in her dark eyebrows, causing her golden skin to wrinkle. Maybe another coffee would help. Or five.

“What’s a girl like you doing all alone?”

Isabella’s nose scrunched up and her head whipped around to be met with Jackson, one of her classmates. “Oh! Jackson, right?” Her features crinkled as she glanced nervously at the open seat across from her. It wasn’t quite an invitation, but Jackson didn’t seem to get the hint.

“The one and only. Is that seat taken?” He gestured to the very plainly empty seat in front of them.

Isa chewed on her lip as she fought the angry response sprouting from her tongue. “Oh, um, actually he should be right back—” her eyes flung around the coffee shop, hoping desperately an imaginary man would pop up from a shadow to save her. It’s not that Jackson was the worst, though she hasn’t heard the best reviews from her friends and classmates. He was someone to keep an eye on, and certainly a coffee shop date wouldn’t be ideal.

Catching the eye of a man in a suit, phone in hand, briefcase slung over his shoulder as he waited by the counter for a to-go coffee, she waved at him. It was uncoordinated and a bit sloppy, the movement catching attention of others as she looked at him with slight desperation. Jackson followed the movement just to see the man smiling back.

With broad shoulders and tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt and trailing down his hands, Jackson could tell he wasn’t a college student and certainly not the same age as Isabella. With a beckoning motion and a look of nervousness, the man swiped his coffee off the counter—a short, paper cup with the name Harry scribbled crudely on the side—and made his way over to the pair.

“We can catch up another time though, Jackson!” He heard the tail end of a strained conversation, watching as the boy turned to look back at them a few times as he trudged over to his seat.

The girl, flustered and red-cheeked, glanced up at Harry nervously. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you,” her voice was quiet and soft, her eyes pinging around the shop and landing everywhere but him.

She was beautiful. Long, chestnut hair blanketed her sweater-covered shoulders, golden skin shining under a bare face with dark blue eyes worriedly meeting his gaze. She chewed her pink, plush lip beneath two bunny teeth, eyebrows drawn. Harry couldn’t help but stare for a moment.

“That’s alright. Is he bothering you?” Harry’s voice was deeper than Isabella expected, her eyes rising in shock as she fought down a blush. He was so put-together, so alluringly dangerous with his hair almost long enough to curl and his tattoos straining with every movement he made. She couldn’t stop looking at him—and when he spoke she swore she was in heaven.

“I just… didn’t want him sitting down.” She admitted quietly. “I’m Isabella, by the way,” she introduced, closing the lid of her laptop so as to not obstruct her view of him. He was wearing a navy suit—the same color as her chunky sweater—and matching slacks. He looked professional, but still had an air of… fun about him. He didn’t seem boring.

“Harry,” he slid into the seat. “He’s still watching.” He explained simply, putting his drink down on the counter and hanging his briefcase over the back of the chair before sitting down. “Did you want another?”

It was his turn to furrow his brow as he nodded at her empty glass. She looked up at him with wide eyes. “No, I’m okay. I was thinking of getting a pastry, but—”

“Have mine,” he interjected, sliding a brown bag towards her. “It’s a butter croissant.” He added. She frowned at it for a moment before tipping her head, intrigued.

“Split?” She offered. His eyes crinkled at the sides of his face as he smiled, nodding at her offer. “So, Harry, are you in a rush? You got your stuff to go,” she raised an eyebrow, placing half of the buttery, flaky pastry on the plate atop her forgotten laptop.

Harry shrugged. “No rush,” he replied. “Just had to get out of the office. Gets overwhelming sometimes,” she tilted her head as she studied him. He was handsome, it was undeniable. But she could tell he was a bit older. Thirty, maybe? It made her hesitate. Not that she was thinking of that with him. She was never one for bold romantic confrontation, and knew she would most likely never speak to this man ever again and hold him as a distant, exciting memory.

She nodded. “Where do you work?” She just wanted to hear him talk. His voice made her all warm and her belly all fluttery—she could listen to him talk all day. It was like everyone else around them went quiet just to listen to his soft, deep, rumbling voice.

Harry entertained her questions. “It’s a high rise on seventeenth street. We sell cybersecurity to websites. Sounds boring, I know,” he teased. “How about you, love? Are you a student?”

Her heartbeat quickened at the nickname, her cheeks turning pink. She picked at her croissant, trying to shove her emotions down. He wouldn’t want someone like her—Harry probably has hundreds of well-established, age appropriate women throwing themselves at him daily.

“Yeah,” she smiled fondly. “For education. I want to be an English teacher,” It was a topic she could divulge for hours. Teaching was her passion, that much she knew. “Thank you for helping. You really didn’t have to do that,” the smile on her face showed him how much she appreciated his gesture, and it was enough to have his brain clouding and his eyes dropping to her lips.

Harry waved it off. “Of course, Isabella. You’re beautiful, you don’t deserve shitty guys hitting on you like that.” He teased, hiding his flirtatious smile behind a coffee cup as he took a long sip. Her blush was anything but hidden, though, as she caved her shoulders in and chewed nervously on her lip.

“I really like your suit,” her racing mind was clinging onto any way to keep the conversation going. She’d never really been romantically involved. Sure, she had a few distant crushes and a few very forward guys asked her out—but nothing ever happened. She was shy, raised to be a prude from her parents, and rarely swore. She wasn’t exactly what frat bros were looking for.

Harry tilted his head in amusement. “It’s the same color as your pretty sweater,” he observed. “How long are you here for?” He subtly checked his watch. He should get back soon, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the little angel sitting two feet away, shyly admiring him with hearts in her eyes.

“Oh! Um, I’m not sure. Don’t think I’m holding you here or anything, though. I know you were planning for a quick stop,” she was babbling a bit, gesturing at his to-go coffee cup and half-eaten croissant. It was around two—she was sure that was a busy hour in the corporate world, especially since Harry seemed to work in a very formal environment if the full suit jacket and tie was anything to go by.

He shrugged. “Well, that boy seems to have left. Are you sure you’re alright here?” His bright green eyes flashed with blatant worry. Isabella blushed once more at his gentle care for her—a stranger that seemed to coddle and ease her worries with a simple sentence.

“If you’re leaving, I’ll leave, too. My subway stop is on the corner of sixteenth,” she explained, reaching for her bag to tuck her laptop and poorly written essay into. “If you don’t mind, we can walk together.”

Harry cracked a smile. “Let’s get you a drink for the road, then,” he said, throwing his brown leather briefcase over his shoulder. She blushed hard, shaking her head.

“I don’t need one,” she protested weakly, but hurried to follow his long strides as he made his way towards the short line near the counter. Her heart was pounding—did this mean he was interested in her? She’s never had a guy treat her so sweetly and delicately before. Usually, she’d get a crude DM on Instagram or a drunk guy wobbling up to her at a bar. Never did they offer her food or get her a drink for free. Especially not having the emotional intelligence to understand she was worried about being alone with her classmate.

“Cold brew with almond milk to go, please,” Harry’s voice punctured her from her daydream as she stood dumbly next to him, her shoulder brushing against his elbow as she leaned into his warmth. He paid for the drink so fast she couldn’t react, and it made her cheeks heat.

He guided her toward the counter, his hand resting on her back and finding comfort buried in the softness of her sweater. “How did you know my order?” She was soft-spoken, wide eyes looking up at Harry quizzically.

“It was written on the napkin your glass was on,” he said simply. “I’m more of a hot coffee man myself.”

She scrunched her features together. “Too bitter. Even iced coffee is too bitter for me sometimes. It has to be cold brew,” she explained. “Do you get milk?” She wanted to know for next time. She wasn’t sure what next time entailed or how she would ask—she’s never been one for boldness—but she liked him, he made her feel fuzzy.

“Not usually. Sometimes creamer if I’m feeling fancy,” he winked at her playfully, the hand that was once on her back now dropping to his side. He wanted to hold onto her; her hand, her hip, her shoulder. He wanted to touch her. She smelled so good, like vanilla and the breeze, and her hair looked so soft.

She was young. She had to be ten years younger than him, and he always knew those types of relationships were rocky and built off of unsavory beginnings. But… his heart was racing, blushes began appearing on his cheeks. He hadn’t felt this way in so long, it would be foolish to not pursue her.

When she retrieved her coffee to go, following him out the door. He noticed the gray-wash jeans she was wearing were a bit too big and pooled at her feet when she walked, and how she clutched her drink with both hands, her phone hanging dangerously from her fingers as an afterthought.

“You have really pretty eyes,” she broke the silence with a soft comment, followed by a shy giggle and a blush. Harry looked down to see her eyes twinkling.

“You’re truly the cutest, Isabella,” he hummed, though quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her into him as a man on an electric bike zipped through the sidewalk, missing her by inches.

She gasped, sloshing her coffee onto the pavement below and sinking into his muscular hold. “That scared me,” she laughed breathlessly, turning to look behind them. His arm was still held around her, though he loosened his grip. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking ahead.”

Harry tsked. “Have to pay attention, love,” he chastised.

“Also, no one calls me Isabella. It’s usually just Isa,” she said as they stopped in front of sixteenth street station. She was itching. The train, according to the blown up sign, was arriving in four minutes.

“Isa?” He raised his eyebrows. “Well, Isa, it was so lovely to meet you.” He smiled warmly, taking a step away from her. “Full disclosure; I’m thirty-one, but I’d still really love your number.”

Isa shivered at his ask, a warm hue climbing up her chest and towards her cheeks. “I’m twenty-one,” she offered quietly. “But it doesn’t bother me. And here—I’ll write my number down.” She grabbed a sticky note from the outside pocket of her tote, Harry handing her a pen from the pocket of his suit jacket.

She scribbled it down hastily, following the numbers with a heart and her name. “Thank you for the coffee, Harry, but I have to go, I can’t miss this train.” She pouted, not wanting to leave his warm, sunshine-beam presence.

Harry nodded. “Anytime,” he answered simply. But before he could turn to leave, she tugged on his wrist and pulled him into her for a quick, soft hug. It was so fast he couldn’t memorize how it felt for them to be so close together, but it was long enough for him to erupt in goosebumps, his hands squeezing her body tight before letting go. “See you soon, love.”

—

Isa had been hovering around her phone all night. She came to the conclusion that Harry wouldn’t have time to text her back until he was off work, but now it was nearing eight o’clock and she was getting nervous. Maybe he would wait until tomorrow, but she was starting to feel disheartened. She really liked him—she knew he was a bit older and didn’t mind. In fact, it might have intrigued her more.

So here she was, jumping at every vibration her phone emitted, frowning in disappointment when it wasn’t Harry. Around ten, she left her phone on the bed to take a long shower. One where she scrubbed every inch, shaved, and did intricate hair masks. It was a way to distract her, especially when she insisted on blow drying her hair with the TV on so she didn’t have to pick up her phone to play music.

After she tucked herself in bed and turned off her lights, though, she checked one last time.

Unknown: Hi love! Sorry for the late text, I’ve been so busy :( I was wondering if you were free on Friday night? I’d love to take you out. Xx, Harry

Isa’s mouth went dry as she blanched at the text, her eyes widening. He used the old school text emoji, signed his name off with kisses, and called her love. She could barely handle the hug exchanged a few hours ago, and this was seemingly going to send her into a coma.

She wasn’t sure what ‘take you out’ meant in his terms—in hers it was spending an awful, awkward night in a cramped dorm or grabbing food from a greasy food truck with separate bills. She assumed that wasn’t Harry’s style, though, and it made her nervous.

Isa: i’d absolutely love to!!! i’m free friday, lmk what to wear!!!!!! i’m so excited <3

Maybe she had overdone it with the exclamation points, but how else was she supposed to show the buzz in her veins and the giddiness written across her face? She pressed her hands to her hot cheeks, plugging her phone in and turning onto her side to cuddle up to her pillow. It was juvenile to imagine Harry beside her; especially because she had never slept in the same bed as a man, and Harry has probably done that with women hundreds of times.

But her mind wandered. It fell from what Friday would look like to imagining them walking through Central Park, or to them meeting up for lunch in the middle of his workday with his professional suit on, his eyes only on her.

—

For the next few days, her thoughts were occupied by the beautiful man she was seeing tonight. She had to hand in an assignment late, and most of her study sessions consisted of gnawing on the end of her eraser with a hazy gaze in her eyes, but it all led up to tonight.

Harry had answered with, wear something nice. I got us a reservation at Aldo’s, if that’s alright. If not, I’m open to suggestions!

She found out quickly he was a formal texter. He’d answer quickly, and in phrases that she knew he also sent out in emails. To her, though, it was endearing. He always used perfect punctuation and never emojis, his tone always lighthearted but formal.

Her roommate was pestering her tonight as she got ready for her date. She sat at her vanity, curling pieces of her long hair into waves, her makeup already touched up and perfected. Kylee, her roommate, leaned against the doorframe of her open bedroom door. “And you can’t get drunk, ‘cause you get sloppy and talkative when you’re drunk. But you should order wine just to impress him—order something underground so he thinks you know about wrinkly grapes and stuff.”

Isa stiffened at her advice. Her roommate always said something a little off—one time, when Isa brought home a perfect score on her midterm, Kylee simply turned her nose up and said, “Good job. I heard it was an easy midterm so everyone got similar scores,” and tonight was no different. Tonight, she could see a glimmer of jealousy in her roommates eyes, though neither of them would ever bring it up.

“Thanks, I’ll try that,” Isabella said, returning to her hair as her mind ran with possible outfit choices.

Landing on a knitwear, beige dress that fell to the floor and bunched around her breasts to fall off her shoulder and sleeves that flowed outward, she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t look like the girl that was stressing over school work an hour before—she looked like a grown woman, with white kitten heels and a white purse to match.

Her eyes practically glowed as she looked at herself. She felt like a woman. Harry made her feel like a woman.

Deciding to sit on the bench outside her apartment to wait for him instead of having to do the awkward buzzing up process, she shivered silently and checked her texts for updates from her date.

Her cheeks pinkened and her foot taps grew more consistent as the time crept closer, chewing on her lip to quell the nerves, only to reapply her lip gloss hastily. And, of course, that’s the moment Harry steps up to her—right when she’s smearing glitter across her plump lips, mouth parted unattractively.

“Isa, you look beautiful,” he smiled widely as he swept his gaze from her shoes to her hair. She blushed hard, letting him pull her in for a hug.

He was wearing a similar suit, though this one was a deep shade of forest green and the white dress shirt underneath had no tie, and was unbuttoned to reveal even more tattoos than she had seen the week prior. He looked stunning. “Thank you, Harry,” she said shyly, her hand finding his as she let him lead her down the sidewalk.

“How was your day, pretty girl?”

The nickname had her stumbling over her heels. How did he know how to turn her into jelly? She was wobbling like a baby giraffe, gripping his ring-clad hand like a lifeline. He didn’t say anything, just steadied her and kept walking.

“It was alright—” she paused. This wasn’t Kylee, who only asked about Isa’s day to speak about her own. This was Harry; the man that was looking at her so intently she was sure a bomb could go off behind her and he wouldn’t notice. “I mean, really good.” She bit back a cheek-splitting smile as she met his gaze.

He couldn’t help but reciprocate her enthusiasm, standing still as they waited to cross the street. “Why’s that?” He tilted his head.

Isa could burst with how full she was with excitement right now. When was the last time someone cared about something as mundane as why she was so happy? “I’ve just been understanding my work really well recently. And I’ve been working on a job for after graduation, and it’s looking really good. Also, it’s a good hair day,” she finished the last part shyly, blushing at his focus on her as they continued their walk.

She could see the sign for Aldo’s a few steps ahead, and let Harry get the door for her and talk to the hostess before he could respond to her. He held her hand behind his back as they were led to their table, even pulling the chair out for her.

“You don’t have to do that for me, Harry,” she said quietly, though stepped in front of the dining chair and slipped into it, crossing her legs. Harry shook his head, waving that statement off.

“You deserve it, Isa. Especially after your day. What’s the job?” Harry thanked the waitress as she placed water in front of them before scurrying away.

The restaurant was dim and romantic with swooping cream chiffon hanging from chandeliers and expensive dishes being passed around beige tablecloth-covered dinner tables. There was a candle placed between her and Harry, and she reached out to twist the container it was being held in, watching the flame dance.

“Teaching high school composition and rhetoric,” she explained happily. “I haven’t gotten it yet, though. Anyway, I know you said you work in cybersecurity, but what’s your role?” She wanted to know as much information about Harry as possible. He’d been plaguing her sleeping and waking moments for the past week, and she couldn’t waste a single second now that she had him across from her.

Harry shifted in his seat, momentarily looking uncomfortable. She furrowed her eyebrows. Had she said something wrong?

“I’m, um, actually the founder,” he said, clearing his throat.

Her jaw dropped. “What?” She gasped. “No offense, Harry, but why are you with me right now? You could be with anyone,” the words flew from her mouth before she could stop them. Showing insecurity on a first date was not necessarily smiled upon. Kylee would wring her neck if she heard Isa’s reaction.

Harry frowned at her, his tattooed hand coming up to rest on hers. “I’m with you right now because I like you, Isa. You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever met and you have the cutest smile. My job title doesn’t mean shit, okay?” He stared directly in her eyes as he spoke, truly wanting her to listen to what he had to say.

It made her heart flutter. “Okay,” she said sheepishly. “I just… this menu is in, like, rich people code and I don’t even know if I like red or white wine better. I just feel like I’m letting you down,” she was pouting at the menu flipping through pages in a desperate attempt to find a dish she could pronounce.

Harry cracked a lopsided smile. “It’s been awhile since I was in college, I forgot this is definitely not the scene. There’s a burger place across the street, though, if you’re interested?” He felt her lace their fingers together, her feet shifting under the table so they rested on the inside of his legs.

Those small moments made his heart throb. These were the small moments he didn’t get with one-night-stands or the cold women who ran in the same circles. These were the small moments he craved for years, but no one interested in him understood the appeal.

“No, no, I want to learn,” she smiled up at him. “What wine do you recommend?” She tilted her head to the side, squeezing his fingers in reassurance.

He spent the evening explaining what dishes went well together, telling her most items on the menu had fancy words for mundane dishes. He spilled about what it was like in corporate America, how he started his business, what he was looking for. Isabella listened intently, hooking onto every word as she played with his fingers and danced her own up his wrist, touching a few tattoos.

She shared stories about her friends and her classes, telling Harry about her overbearing roommate and how she plans to live in a ‘big girl apartment’ when she graduates. He watched the way her eyebrows furrowed when he said something intriguing, or how she seemed to light up when talking about her future profession.

The time flew, and by the time the bill came Isa felt like she was sporting a food baby. He helped her out of the chair, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek once they were both standing. She inhaled sharply at the gesture, eyes widening in surprise as she peered up at him. But he didn’t acknowledge her reaction, only nudging her to lead the way through the tables and towards the exit of the warm restaurant.

Once they made it out into the chilly air, she latched onto his fingers. “Thank you for dinner, Harry. I had so much fun,” she tucked her hair behind her ear, stealing a glance over at him as they began walking back to her apartment.

Harry smiled softly. “Of course, Isa. You made my whole week when I met you at the coffee shop,” he said gently, rubbing soothing circles over the top of her hand as he spoke. She blushed, leaning into him and stealing his warmth as they walked slowly, not wanting to reach their destination.

How was he so perfect? He made her feel so warm and giddy, she was sure she had found her soulmate already. “You’re perfect,” she looked up at him from the nook she created between his shoulder and his chest. Harry gave her hand a squeeze, and she reciprocated it happily. “Would you like to come up?” She didn’t want this night to end, though she knew the request was juvenile.

Adults didn’t invite first dates over to their apartments. Adults waited.

So Harry’s reply didn’t shock her.

“I wish I could, love, but I have mounds of work to do tomorrow. No pouting, though, I’ll see you soon.” He stopped in front of the front door of the lobby. Her eyes fell, though she knew not to take it too hard. Harry seemed into her… she thinks. Or he’s really good at pretending. “How about Wednesday? Are you free Wednesday night?”

She felt her blush, her eyes widening at the plans. “Yeah, I am. My class gets out at six, though, if that’s okay.” She felt their bodies being drawn together like a magnet, his hand reaching out to draw the smallest of circles around her hips, right over her underwear band. It made her shiver.

“Perfect,” he tucked her hair behind her ear with his free hand. “D’you want to come over? I can cook for you,”

Perfect, Isa reciprocated, blush spreading from her cheeks to her chest. “Yes, please. That sounds amazing,” is what she settled for, shifting from heel to heel as she waited for Harry’s next move. Would he kiss her? Hug her? The height difference between them seemed awkward for a kiss, even if she had heels on, but she could stand on her tiptoes.

Harry, seemingly unaware of her overthinking brain, leaned down while tilting her chin up. “So I’ll see you Wednesday, then, hm?” He asked rhetorically, his thumb rubbing a pattern on her chin as she blinked up hazily at him.

After a quick nod from Isa, he bent down to close the distance. Lips brushed each other slowly, Harry’s mouth sure and firm as he guided her clumsy one. It was fast and with no tongue or frills, but it left Isa just as stunned, leaning in further when he pulled away. Harry caught the frustrated pout she emitted, and it made him shift his trousers slightly.

“I’m excited,” she giggled, sending him a sweet wave as he started walking back.

She ghosted her fingers over her mouth, feeling her swollen lips and a dazed smile. One that Harry produced.

—

Harry couldn’t focus. His knee was bouncing, his pen clicking against his mahogany desk. Tonight was Wednesday, and Harry was ecstatic. They had been texting since Friday, and he started to notice Isabella’s mannerisms. The way she’d overuse exclamation points or when she’d send him voice memos because she was on her way to class and had her hands full.

He went grocery shopping and purchased pink wine—Isa let it slip it was her favorite—along with the ingredients to make a Mediterranean grain bowl and a tub of ice cream. He wanted it to be perfect and lowkey, though not so lowkey he’d scare her off. He needed to find the balance; he couldn’t remember the last time he spent so much time and care into courting someone.

When it hit five, he was practically bolting from his seat as he threw on the suit jacket he draped over his chair and tugged the briefcase over his head. He didn’t have the greatest reputation at work—he was quiet and rigid, often working late hours and sending home intense projects with little time. His cybersecurity business was his baby, and he knew he was a bit scary looking, so intimidating people ever so slightly helped him a lot.

But tonight, he ignored the quizzical looks from his employees; they almost always left before him, and raced to his black, sleek SUV. He knew Isa was in class until six, so didn’t bother texting her until then. It was perfect—he’d go home, make sure his place looked tidy, and change before laying out the ingredients for their dinner.

He was surprised, though, to get a call at five-fifteen from Isa as he was walking towards his townhouse. “Hi, pretty girl. Thought you had class until six?” Harry questioned teasingly, fumbling with his keys.

Isa let out a soft sniffle from the other line. “Can I come over now?” She asked. “I just had a really bad day.”

Harry’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. “Where are you? I’m gonna pick you up, send me your location.”

Isabella let out a soft cry. “I’m o-outside the lecture h-hall on the benches,” she explained, and his phone pinged with a text from her a few moments later. “I just wanna see you, Harry,” she knew she sounded juvenile, and in the back of her mind, that scared her. Harry would see how childish she was and abandon her. He needed an actual woman—someone that knew how to act.

Harry made it to where she was in ten minutes. He threw his hazards on and jogged towards her, the girl in the dark who was shivering and looking up at him teary-eyed and upset. “Are you okay, baby?” He asked, tilting her chin up to stare at his concern-filled gaze. She looked so broken, it pulled at Harry’s heart strings.

She nodded weakly. “I have to withdraw from my class,” she sniffled, letting him tug her up so she was standing, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’ve never felt more stupid in my life.” Isa was a proper mess as she let him lead her to the car, his fingers brushing over her back gently.

He opened the door for her, even picking her up and placing her in the seat. She noticed how nice the SUV was—tall, sleek, tinted windows, and a giant display screen—it just reminded her of how out of place she was with him.

“Hey, how about we stop thinking for a little bit, sweet girl? It’s just me and you right now, okay? You don’t have to worry about anything—I’ll worry for the both of us.” He squeezed her thigh as he started the car. When he went to retract his hand, though, she gripped onto it tightly, keeping it in place.

She didn’t say anything else, though, and the car ride was silent except for her small sniffles. “I can’t stop thinking,” she blurted out through the silence, a deep pout resting on her features as she played with his fingers.

He looked over at her briefly before focusing back on the road. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He asked gently, curling his fingers to catch her hand in his. Isa sighed softly.

“Everything. How I just broke down like a child and you probably think I’m too immature, how I just failed my first course ever and I’m so scared they’ll take away my scholarship ‘cause then I’ll have to drop out. And if I drop out, I’ll probably end up working as a waitress for my whole life, and those middle-aged waitresses are always addicted to something—”

“Hey, hey, slow down,” Harry interrupted, noticing how her pitch climbed and tears formed in her eyes the more she spoke. He pulled into his driveway, unbuckling his seatbelt and doing the same to hers before looking deep into her eyes, his expression serious; it made her squirm.

“You are not immature, Isa. I’m so attracted to you it hurts, okay? And they won’t take away your scholarship, love, but if they do, I’ll help you out. It’ll be okay, you’re allowed to be upset but you are so smart, this doesn’t define your career.” He knew exactly what to say to calm her down, and it made her feel wanted. Loved. Safe.

She nodded slowly. “You think I’m smart?” A small smile began to curl on her lips as she looked up at him with her pretty doe eyes. He looked so perfect from this angle, a slight stubble resting on his chin, bunny teeth peeking out when he reciprocated her expression, hair falling into his eyes from running his hands through it worriedly.

“I think you’re the smartest girl. And you love what you’re studying, you’ll bounce back from this.” Harry corrected her, his hand falling to her thigh once more and squeezing it. She gasped slightly at the motion, her blinks growing a bit slower. “Are you still up for our date, sweet girl? I can drop you off—”

“I want to!” She interrupted quickly. “I just… if you don’t want me to, I understand, I kind of made a fool of myself.” She casted her eyes down to where his hand was resting on her thigh, chewing on her lip nervously.

Harry scoffed. “I’d keep you in my house forever if I could, Isa. I’m so, so attracted to you, you know that, baby.” He explained. “Now let’s get your cute ass into my kitchen so we can drink some wine.”

Isa couldn’t stop looking at his lips. Whenever he looked over his shoulder at her while stirring pasta or sauteing veggies, her eyes would drop to his mouth, unable to comprehend his words. He propped her up on the island, her legs dangling off the sides as she clutched her glass of pink wine with both hands—the cutest thing she does, in Harry’s opinion—and watched him cook for her.

“Harry?” She interrupted the silence. “Can you play some music?”

Harry looked up from the sauce he’s making for the pasta. “I don’t think you’d like my stuff, sweet girl. I’m old,” he teased. Isa scoffed, shaking her head vigorously.

“I like what you like,” she persuaded, eyes wide. How could Harry say no to that? He couldn’t, he decided. So he nodded at her gently, making his way over to her while pulling the sleeves of his silk dress shirt up his forearms, revealing more tattoos.

The action made Isa squeeze her thighs together, a foreign feeling of tingles making its way up her spine. She wasn’t dumb, she knew she was aroused. She was just surprised. She’s never been with anyone, but she’s sure ‘virgin’ was so obvious it might as well be tattooed on her forehead. What surprised her, though, was the feeling.

She’s never felt it with anyone but herself. And Harry, the beautiful man who was probably so experienced he could run laps around her, was making her feel squirmy and red-faced. “Grab my phone for me, love,” Harry nodded to the phone that was behind her on the counter.

She could smell the musky scent of his spicy vanilla cologne as he leaned over to take the device from her, and all she wanted to do was grab onto his shirt and pull him into her. “How about I put on a playlist, and you can add songs you like to the queue? I like what you like too, sweet girl.” He prompted, tapping on his phone a few times before soft, indie music began to play through the speakers.

Isa nodded, seemingly under his trance. “Yes, please,” she breathed. He was so close to her when he handed her his phone, his torso resting against her knees as he leaned into her. She wanted to open them for her, wanted to invite him even closer and kiss him until he was all she thought about. “Harry?”

How was she supposed to articulate her feelings? It would be embarrassing if he rejected her. “What’s the matter, sweet girl?”

She chewed on her lip. “Can I—can you—I wanna—” she huffed, unable to get the words out. He looked over at her patiently, his hand falling to her thigh where her baggy jeans were laying, and rubbed at the material softly. “Iwannakissyou,” she hissed out, barely audible.

Harry raised his eyebrows. Oh. “Speak up, honey, I can’t hear you.” He said, but brought his other hand to her other thigh.

Isa pouted gently. “Kiss?” She settled for a one-word question.

Harry cracked a soft smile. “Of course,” he answered. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, baby? My smart girl,” he praised, leaning down to peck her lips gently. That wasn’t enough for Isa, though, who quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him closer, whining softly.

She moved her lips feverishly against his, and felt his hands pry her thighs apart as he stepped between them before they climbed up to her hips, peeking underneath the baggy sweater she was wearing. She eagerly peeked her tongue out, which he quickly accepted, letting him take whatever she wanted from him.

It was only when her hips slightly moved against him that he pulled away. She frowned, sliding her fingers down to his chest where they bunched the material of his halfway unbuttoned dress shirt. “Can’t burn our dinner, can I?” He asked, tapping her legs before stepping back.

The loss of warmth made her shiver, and she sipped her wine to hide her disappointment. “I like this wine,” she complimented. “It tastes sweet, I like sweet wine.”

She watched as he plated their dishes, turning to look over his shoulder at her petite figure. “Got it just for you. I knew my sweet girl likes sweet wine,” he said matter-of-factly, cracking a smile as she blushed at the cute nickname. “Let’s sit at the table, okay? We can kiss more after dinner,” she nodded, almost in a trance. He was so sweet to her and his muscles shifting underneath his tight shirt had her squirming.

Dinner was quick, with Isa thanking him for cooking for her over and over, and Harry pouring her a second glass of wine. She was grinning by the time they finished, turning red when Harry suggested a movie and led her to the couch. “Can I sit here?” She asked, pointing to the spot next to him.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “How about here?” He asked, gesturing to his lap. Her eyes went wide, and she nodded silently. “Yeah? My sweet girl likes cuddling?” He knew she was practically a puddle from the kissing and his teasing nicknames, but couldn’t stop. He loved watching her cheeks turn red and her mouth open.

“I think so, I’ve never really done it,” she admitted quietly, climbing onto his lap and curling into his arms. She was timid, but rested her head on his shoulder as Harry adjusted her so she was sideways, her knees pulled to her chest.

“Never?” He couldn’t hide his surprise.

“I’ve never, like… done anything. I mean, I’ve kissed people!” She said quickly, trying not to sound like the loser she definitely is. “But… I don’t know. My parents were really strict and most boys want… not what I want. But you can’t make fun of me! Kylee already makes fun of me,” she was speaking so fast Harry could barely process her words, so resorted to just rubbing her back gently.

“I’d never make fun of you, Isa.” He said kissing her temple. “You have such a good head on your shoulders, you know what you want. People don’t usually have that until much later in life.”

“How do you always know what to say?” Isa’s question was genuine. She’d never met such a perfect person, he always knew how to talk her off a ledge or when to let her vent. She wished she could spend every moment with him. “You always make me feel fuzzy.”

“Fuzzy?” Harry put on a movie he knew neither of them would be watching, and tilted her chin up to look at her.

“Yeah. Like, I can’t focus on anything but you and my belly starts to tingle.” She explained, her innocent eyes looking up at him. He decided not to point out that she was pointing out that he made her feel horny. That would be a conversation for when she was more comfortable in her sexuality.

Harry just kissed her cheek. “You make me feel fuzzy, too,” he let her focus on the movie as she linked their fingers together, playing with his rings.

They were quiet for sometime, until Isa spoke up once more. “You also make me feel fuzzy when you kiss me.” She said shyly.

Harry laughed softly. She was insatiable—he never thought about how high her sex drive must be. After all, she’s a twenty-one year old virgin; he was twenty-one once. He knew what they thought about.

“You like my kisses? What a sweet thing to say,” he smirked. He knew she wanted him to kiss her, but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. He wanted her to ask like the good girl he knows she is.

She huffed softly, but turned to look up at him, abandoning the movie. “Yeah. And I wanna… be fuzzy right now,” her voice was timid and soft. “Please,” she added, watching his grin grow at her words.

“Well, I can’t deny my girl from being fuzzy, can I?” He asked rhetorically. Before she could answer, he swooped down to catch her lips on his. She gasped slightly, gripping his fingers tighter and nuzzling into him with her hands reaching up to the unbuttoned collar of his shirt once more.

She let him lead, which meant the kiss was slow and lazy. His hands wandered, rubbing circles on her back, then tugging at the belt loops of her jeans, then up to her cheeks. It made her feel hot, and every time she moved her undies felt sticky against her. He noticed her squirming, and guided her to straddle him, breaking away from the kiss to see her needy, pleading eyes on his.

“No, no, need to kiss more,” she whispered, tugging him towards her.

“More?” He asked. “What if I wanted to help you down there?” He nudged her down a bit so she could feel the friction of her jeans against her clit. She gasped, grounding herself by gripping onto his shirt even tighter. “What if I wanted you to show daddy how fuzzy you feel?” He watched her eyes flutter at the honorific, gasping slightly.

“Don’t know how, daddy,” she whispered, her voice so pathetically jumbled. “But… too much clothes. Need less, please,” she tugged at her jeans, a frown forming on her face. She was in a daze, her eyes glossy and wide, her long hair a bit messy.

Harry unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down. “Stand up and step out of them, sweet girl,” he ordered, watching as her golden, toned legs came into view, her sweater blocking his view of the undies she was wearing.

Almost as if she could sense his curiosity, she lifted her sweater up just enough to show him gray cotton panties with black lace hem, a small bow in the middle. And a wet patch in between her legs that seemed to grow by the second. “Don’t wanna do too much tonight,” she admitted. “I’m nervous.”

Harry brought her back onto his lap. “That’s alright, love. Let’s just kiss some more, yeah? Let daddy feel your pretty legs while you kiss him?” His voice was gruff as she sat over his bulge, gulping hard and guiding her mouth back to his.

She whimpered at the last sentence. “Like when you say that,” she said against his lips, goosebumps breaking out on her skin when his ring-clad hands went back to her bare thighs, rubbing the soft skin as he forced himself to go slow with her.

This was a wet dream, he was sure of it. His brain was filled with her little whimpers, his hands full of her tan flesh that he couldn’t stop touching. He was overwhelmed, so when he felt her buck her hips against his hard-on, he broke the kiss to lean his head back. She pouted at the loss of contact, but had now focused on the feeling it brought when she rubbed against him.

It was confusing as to how this felt so good, but she didn’t want to stop. “Daddy?” The voice made him snap back to reality. She adopted the nickname in stride, like she always called him such a dirty name. “This feels good,”

He looked down at her, watching her hips move sloppily against his. “Y’know how to make that feel better, sweet girl?” He asked, and her eyes widened. He put his hands back on her thighs, pushing down so her full weight was against him. She protested slightly, nervous she was crushing him, but he held her there and started guiding her hips, shifting so his clothed length was exactly what she was rubbing against.

The feeling was overwhelming, and it had him holding her skin tighter. Usually, it was difficult to make Harry cum. It took him a lot of focus and heavy foreplay with women before he could feel satisfactory, but he swore he could cum right here, just from Isa’s sloppy movements and little whimpers.

“Please,” she whispered. “Can you help? Please?” She sounded pathetic, but she didn’t care. The feel of his rough trousers against her barely clothed cunt was so good it was making her head spin.

Harry took over then. He rutted up against her, watching as her head fell to his neck, then kissed her temple. “What if I played with you little clit, baby? Would that be okay?” He asked, stilling his movements.

“C-can you do it over my undies, daddy? N-no ones e-ever seen that,” she was stuttering nervously, but Harry didn’t seem to mind.

“No one’s seen your pretty pussy?” He clarified, his dirty mouth making her sink deeper into his body as she shook her head against his neck. “That’s only for you, hm? Gonna make daddy wait?” He asked, his fingers starting to press against her clit through her soaking panties.

She gasped at the sensation, nodding breathlessly as she panted into his now damp skin. “Oh,” she bucked her hips to his rhythm, unable to control the feeling in her belly as he rubbed her faster and harder. “Oh, please, please, feels so good, daddy.” She whimpered.

Harry was painfully hard and the small bucks she made against his hardness had his eyes rolling back as he rubbed her clit hard. “It does? Can my angel cum just from this?” He asked mockingly, though he had no room to speak. He was teetering on the edge just from her moving against his hand.

“Yes, yes, please, need to kiss,” she gushed, suddenly popping her head up and crushing his fingers between her core and his trousers as she gave him a messy, sloppy kiss. It was hot, hot enough that he removed his hand to hold her hips, fingers reaching around her belly and up her sweater.

She started moving against him once more, this time harder, making sure to dig her clit against his length as she ground against him. The friction was so good, she was doing so well. “Please, I’m gonna—” she whimpered, leaning away from him as her hips began moving frantically, a familiar feeling building in her tummy.

When the feeling sparked and washed over her, she let out a strangled whimper that had Harry releasing all over himself in his trousers, surely creating a mess. She was shaking in his lap, small fingers gripping onto his shoulders so tight he swore she would leave fingertip-shaped bruises.

“Harry?” Her voice was tentative, forcing him to open his eyes and look down at the girl in his lap. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed. She was still in just her undies, which were now very wet. “I don’t wanna go back in my jeans,” she pouted sleepily.

Harry laughed gently. “I’ll get you some of my sweats, how’s that? You stay here, sweet girl,” he gently picked her up and laid her on her back, watching as she snapped her legs shut and placed her hands, intertwined, on top of her belly.

He changed into sweats of his own before running down with a pair of his boxers and joggers in his hand for Isa, who hadn’t changed positions. “I’ll turn around while you change, yeah? Then we can cuddle for a bit before I have to take you home,” he said gently, watching her nod eagerly at the plans.

Yeah, he’d stay with her forever.

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