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💦 Wet in Brazil 🇧🇷 (SMUT)
AN: so originally i was gonna make this fluffy where harry is super cold from the rain and after the concert you help bathe him in a warm shower. well, lets just say that didn't happen and something much greater happened.
This story contains: being h word, making out, shower sex in 2 different positions, female cunnilingus, eating of cums, after care
{ husbandrry - soft!harry - current harry era }
word count- 2,525
After seeing Harry on stage wet from the rain in Brazil, you become really horny and that leads to some intense shower sex when you get back to your hotel.
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You'd say you have a fairly normal sex drive. You don't crave sex twenty-four seven but when you do get that rush of blood that surges through your pussy, its strong and nearly painful if its not taken care of rather quickly. Luckily for you, you have a wonderful husband that will satisfy your every sexual need, no questions asked.
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Tonight was going like every other night when Harry has a concert. You standing off to the side of the main stage, watching him prance around while singing his little heart out. But after about the third song it started to rain. Jeff, Harry's manager and friend, handed you a poncho so you wouldn't get your clothes wet. You were thankful because you in fact didn't want to stand in wet clothes for the remainder of the show.
On the other hand, Harry had no choice but to get wet. At first you worried that he'd stop the show because he was getting his expensive outfit and styled hair wet, but he was having a blast. The rain didn't stop him from giving the crowd his absolute best performance. Harry embraced the rain.
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The further the show went on the more and more you noticed Harry looking extremely sexy. Well he always looked sexy in your opinion but sometimes he looked extra sexy. Just something about his tan skin glistening under the stage lights from the rain and his hair no longer in the perfectly styled curls but more so wet, flat ringles hanging in his face. Dare you so, it had your pussy throbbing.
And what made this little issue of yours even worse was when Harry sang certain songs, he'd turn towards you and give you innocent cheeky grins or those seductive eyes that only you can pick up on. You had to stand with your legs crossed for the remainder of the show just to soothe the ache between your legs.
The only thing that got you through the rest of the concert was the knowledge of knowing half the people in the crowd wanted to fuck your husband, guys and girls, but you were the one who actually gets to do it. You were the only one Harry wanted to fuck as well. That thought alone made your horniness levels skyrocket but you knew that once he got off stage he'd help you with that.
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As soon as Kiwi was over with and Harry scampered his way backstage, you made a beeline backstage yourself to go find your husband. When you do see him, he's being handed a towel to at least dry his face off with but you don't care. You run towards him and jump in his arms, legs wrapping around his slender waist and arms around his neck.
It causes Harry to stumble backwards a foot or two before he mutters, "Woah love, what's this for?" If its a special night like the night he got his banner for fifteen consecutive nights at MSG or him headlining Coachella he expects this time of affection, but tonight wasn't anything too special. Other then he hasn't got to play in Brazil in quite a few years.
Knowing people are around, you whisper in his right ear, "Wanna go back to the hotel, really, really bad. Need you." The first sentence you whispered didn't tell Harry much of what your problem was. He thought you may not be feeling good. But the second sentence told him everything he needs to know. You needed him, in other words, you're horny and need him to take care of your horny needs.
Harry just giggles at your confession and turns his head so only you can hear before whispering back, "Alright, alright. My eager baby. Ten minutes top and we'll be outa 'ere. Let me say goodnight to everyone and I'll get the driver to pull 'round back."
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As soon as you step foot into your hotel room, Harry is stripping his wet clothes off. The ride back to the hotel was super uncomfortable with his soaked clothes sticking to his skin but also the boner he's now rocking after your confession to him earlier. Harry is a giver and a giver's favorite thing to hear is that they are needed. So by you saying you needed him, it turned him on pretty much instantly.
The wet clothes are left in a pile on the hotel floor which isn't the best idea because he knows Harry Lambert will gripe about it tomorrow but he couldn't care less right now. He needed to fuck you. Now butt ass naked, Harry comes towards you and pins you against the wall by the door. You waste no time in leaning your head upwards and crashing your lips with his. The kiss is anything but gentle.
Your teeth clink together as you both fight for dominance. Tongues caressing each others while you swallow the others moans. You feel Harry's hands come down and start to unbutton your jeans and you're thankful because you don't know how much longer you could have lasted in them. You take it upon yourself to lift your shirt over your head, breaking the kiss for only a second.
After your jeans are undone, Harry tugs them down your legs and you unclip your bra, freeing your full breasts. That leaves you standing with only your underwear on. Harry pulls away from your mouth so he can kneel down and take your panties off when he notices something. "Fuck," he groans as he sees the damp patch on your underwear, "you soaked through your panties, baby. All for me? Seein' me wet on stage got you all wet didn't it?"
You nod quickly in agreement and spit out while looking down at his crouched body, "Yes, yes, now fuck me, please. Can't wait any longer."
Harry hurries in pulling down your last article of clothing before standing back to his feet and helps you to jump up and latch onto his body. Now both completely naked, he carries you into the hotel bathroom where he plans to fuck you in the shower. You can feel his hard cock brush against your pussy as he walks and it causes a moan to erupt out your mouth. Your clit is so sensitive and swollen that one slight touch to it could cause you to orgasm.
He has to put you back down to your feet to adjust the water temperature but as soon as the shower is nice and warm, he lifts you up again and carries you inside the glass door, closing it behind him. As the water pours down onto his back, Harry carefully presses your back into the tile wall and leans his head in, kissing down your jawline and towards your mouth.
Into the kiss, you whine desperately, "Please baby, need you so bad."
"Shhh, love, I've got you. You know I always take care of you, don't you. Gonna make you feel so good." Harry replies before going back to fully kissing you. He snakes down his right hand and first runs his fingers over your pussy, just double checking if you're wet enough. He can never be too safe when it comes to making sure you only experience pleasure.
When he in fact feels how wet you are for him, Harry grabs ahold of his shaft and with a tug or two, positions it at your entrance. You're so eager that you take it upon yourself to push your hips forward and that causes his entire dick to slide right into you. "Oh, fuck!." you moan while throwing your head back. That leaves Harry's lips level with your neck which he starts to take advantage of. Him still holding you up with each hand under your thick thighs and ass.
As Harry begins to kiss and suck on your damp neck, his hips start to thrust back and then forward. He's so thick and long that it causes your toes to curl where you have them locked behind his back, right above his white ass. "You're so tight, love. Feels so fuckin' good." Harry mutters against your wet skin. His words almost make you lose the strength to keep yourself wrapped around his body.
"Ugh," you moan, lifting your head forward to glance at his face, "I'm gonna come." At the angle he's fucking into you in, it's direct stimulation to your g-spot and the repetitive nudging of it, you can't help how fast your release is approaching.
"Already?" Harry questions with surprise in his tone. He didn't realize you were this turned on. You see him wet all the time. Whether that's him getting out the shower or bathtub. Or him swimming in the summertime. So he doesn't know why him getting wet on stage due to some rain has you this horny.
"Yeah, I.....," you begin but are cut off by your orgasm. It even shocks you how fast it approaches. Normally it takes you a few minutes to come from penetration alone, sometimes not coming at all unless you have clit stimulation, but tonight something inside you was different. Harry doesn't stop fucking you as he brings you through your orgasm. Your chest is heaving and your pussy contracting around his cock has Harry's knees nearly buckling to the floor.
As you start to come down from your high, you're about to apologize for coming so soon when Harry says, "Such a good girl for me, mhm, so good." Normally a guy would be upset over their partner coming so soon or when they didn't tell them to come yet, but Harry isn't like that. He's definitely the type to make you come over and over again, until you can't take it anymore. He gladly wants you to come when you feel the need to. It's more pleasurable for him when he sees you experiencing great pleasure.
Harry goes to set you down on your feet, holding you for support because he knows your legs are a bit wobbly, and you question, "But.... what about you?" Thinking he was done fucking you and would let his erection pass naturally. What a dumb thought that is.
Harry laughs and replies, "Not done yet, baby. Turn 'round and face the wall." You do as you're told and he situates your hips how he wants before you feel him slipping inside you with ease. You gasp from how sensitive your walls are. Now Harry begins to fuck you from behind. The water in the shower does make it harder to do begins you're all slippery and wet but luckily there is a metal bar for you to grab onto as you bend over.
The sounds of skin clapping echo throughout the bathroom and it's getting harder to breathe with all the steam filling up the closed in shower. The glass walls and door of the shower are completely fogged up now. Your boobs hang towards the floor from your bent position and Harry wishes he could get a better view of them. He loves your tits so much.
After another three minutes of thrusting into you from behind, Harry can feel himself near orgasm. To make sure you come with him, he leans over your body, chest pressing into your wet back, and drags his hand down your body until he finds your clit between your legs. "Come with me, baby. Come another time, f'me." Harry whispers in your left ear.
You honestly doubted if you'd come again from penetration alone but thankfully you have a husband who knows exactly what you need, when you need it. He knew you'd have trouble coming from just the fucking beings as you did minutes ago and that was super rare as it was. So dragging out his thrusts as he nears his orgasm, Harry's fingers rub over your clit in just the right pattern he knows you love.
It only takes a few seconds before you're coming for the second time. This orgasm of yours triggers Harry's and he's coming as well. (you're on birth control) A loud, deep moan escapes his mouth and his toes curl into the shower floor. You can feel him spurting his cum deep within your walls and the feeling of his fingers never stopping on your clit makes you nearly pass out. It's all too much.
Once you both come down from your highs, you think this was really it and Harry's gonna start to wash you and him up. Little did you know he wants to push you to a third orgasm. When he slips his softened cock out from your pussy, he helps turn you around, making sure you don't fall as you stand straight, and drops to his knees. "H, what in the......?" you go to ask but have your answer fairly quickly when his lips attach to your clit.
"Mhm-ugh, babe, too sensitive." you hiss from the slight pain. He knew you didn't actually want him to stop. You feel his tongue dip between your pussy lips and collect a mixture of yours and his cum. Harry has never shied away from tasting his own jizz. You look down and see his tongue coated in white colored creams and you almost come at the sight. Then he brings his cum covered tongue back up and starts attacking your clit again.
He makes long, feverish licks up and down your clitoris and you reach down to slot your fingers through his wet curls, pushing his head forward. "Har... of fuck, I'm gonna come again." you yell out. Your back is against the shower wall and your legs are shaking but Harry has a grip behind each of your thighs to prevent you from falling.
Then suddenly you come for the third time tonight. As you come, Harry switches from licking back to sucking your clit and it makes you feel even better. He can feel the tiny nerve literally pulse in between his lips. More of your mixed cum oozes out your cunt, dripping onto the shower floor.
When you start to come down from your last high of the night, you have to physically push Harry's head away or he'd stay there all night. He gets back up to his feet and can see just how warn out you look. Now is time for the aftercare you deserve.
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Harry supports your body upright while you stand and allow him to bathe over you. He washes your hair and body and you turn into mush. He's so fucking caring but especially after something so vularble like sex. Once he's done with you, he quickly washes himself off and then helps you out the shower.
He dries you and himself off and puts on your clothes for sleep. That being you in a t-shirt and panties and him in just his boxer briefs. Then after brushing your teeth, he helps you get into bed and you cuddle into each other. After saying "i love you" to one another, you fall into a deep sleep. Exhausted from the concert and the sex in the shower.
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Dirty little monster // Chris and Matt
Warnings: threesome filth / lowkey toxic relationship plot?? / ownership kink / degradation Chris / praiser Matt / cunnilingus / doggy / wrist restraints / unprotected sex / blindfold kink / manhandling / missionary / exhibitionist kink / brief mention of somnophilia / Eiffel Tower position / blowjob / edging / jealousy + possession kink / female stimulation / spit kink / slapping / hair pulling
Summary: Chris and Matt know the deal. They’re supposed to share you, but sometimes that idea gets in the way of their individual feelings, especially in situations like these…
Author’s notes: finally the threesome you’ve all been waiting for. If this is not your cup of tea PLEASE just scroll!! You guys are probably sick of the amount of goddamn warnings that come my shit hahaha. Also, happy late birthday present for @sturnsmadl I hope u like ur gift baby.
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“You’re a dirty little monster, a coked up little pop tart… can’t keep your head out your dreams” - Too Much Sauce, Harry Styles
‘Fuck… Matt…’ you pant, your head twisted to the side as you feed your bottom lip into your teeth. The harsh pressure you exert upon it almost makes it split, the stinging sensation helping to distract you from Matt’s face that pries open your inner thighs.
His own lips look dewy and puffed, his tired eyes sleepy but alluring as the pale bags underneath them exemplify his chalky blue rings. Just showered and shaved, the smell of his cologne is almost intoxicating when it feeds itself up into your nose and diffuses across your senses. It’s sharp and citrusy and fits his clean cut personality perfectly like a breath of fresh air.
His hair is still slightly wet, and strands trace damp streaks over your stretch marks when his tongue gifts open mouthed kisses to your clit.
He presses himself so close to your throbbing sensitivity that you can barely see his face and eyes because they’re covered with his scruffy brunette hair.
You can’t help but rut your hips onto his nose as your back arches, the whine peeping from your throat breathless and needy whilst he grinds himself into the mattress. He just can’t help himself as the bed shakes backwards and forwards. Every couple of seconds you have to readjust your thighs around his head and when you do the rough skin where his beard grows grazes against the plushness of your flesh.
‘You like that sweet girl?’
The voice you hear is not Matt’s, because he is too busy licking away at your velvety slickness. But Chris’. He sits with his back against the headboard, and your back propped up against his bare chest. You lie, nestled in between his two spread thighs that are clothed over with grey sweats and subtly squeeze against your thick hips after every time you arch your back from off of his stomach.
You yourself are fully naked, with your tits out and resting softly on your chest, until Chris’ larger hands slither up your ribcage and cup them gently, his thumbs rubbing over your stiffened nipples. The pleasure from both ends is almost too much, and a hot rush flurries over your cheeks when you allow yourself to throw your head back and lean it into the crook of his shoulder.
Chris smirks as he watches the top of Matt’s head moving from in between your silky thighs intently, mesmerised by the way he swirls his tongue and causes whimpers to claw their way up your throat. He gets off on watching Matt eat you out because it’s almost as if he’s watching a high definition sex tape of himself eating you out.
‘S’Matt treating you well baby…? Making you feel good huh?’.
He presses his lips to your temple gently before pinching your nipples and loving the way you squirm at the sensation. He then kisses the side of your head softly. ‘Y-yes’ you moan, your calves sliding up and over Matt’s shoulder blades to give him better access whilst your hands grapple to squeeze against Chris’ sweatpants. Matt grunts at Chris’ praise of his work whilst lathering his tongue over your spongy nerve messily.
‘Yeah? His mouth making you wanna come?’
Chris speaks for Matt so that Matt can keep working against your clit, his face rocking backwards and forwards over your cunt as his hands come to splay about the tops of your thighs. You can feel the way Matt’s cheeks apple when he smirks at what Chris says, because he knows it’s true, and he knows his tongue has the ability to make you unravel at his fingertips.
‘Please’ is all you can heave whilst craning your neck forwards once again to look at Matt.
‘That’s my good girl, so polite aren’t you?’
Chris coos once again from behind you. Suddenly Matt pulls his heavenly tongue away from his teasing so that he can spit a string of saliva all over your dripping folds. He leers upwards which makes your calves fall from his shoulders. Lazily, they plant themselves back down onto the mattress at his sides as his saliva seeps down you slit. He raises his eyebrows incredulously at Chris, before licking his lips and flicking his dilated pupils back to yours.
‘Our good girl’ he corrects bitingly, before leaning over from his position in between your spread legs to smooth his lips onto yours. He bites your bottom one gently and sighs into the kiss whilst pushing his tongue through the barrier of your teeth.
Whilst Matt kisses you, Chris finds it necessary to let one of his hands delicately trail down your navel, only to slide in between your folds and stroke your slimy clit, saturated in Matt’s saliva.
Chris practically cradles you to himself within his larger frame as you crumple back into him in pleasure.
You uncontrollably moan into Matt’s mouth at the rough pads of his long fingers moving in slow concentric circles whilst he manoeuvres his lips to the side of your neck, just so that he isn’t missing out on the action. ‘Love my fingers touching you like that, don’t you baby?’ He teases, lusting after the feeling of your hot clit easily skimming against his fingertips. He doesn’t just kiss your neck though, he bites and sucks it, each time pulling away to see how much darker he has the purple roses blooming on your flesh.
He likes it that he’s the one who’s now making you whine, not Matt, so grins deviously into your neck.
All of you know the agreement. Matt and Chris are supposed to share you, but sometimes each one of them can’t help but want you to themselves. And sometimes they do take you for themselves. Matt had you in the shower last week, and Chris had you in the coat cupboard the other day. But the catch is that they do it secretly - behind each other’s backs - not that you mind. It just means that you get more out of the deal than them. So you just don’t tell them.
The three of you know that this is a toxic relationship you share, and a toxic cycle at that… but you’re all addicts, and you can’t help but crawl back to each other after every single time you give into these frivolous sexual desires.
Chris is a selfish fuck, but Matt is an obsessive one. Both of them are possessive, and whenever you three are together it is a constant competition to see which one of them can make you cry harder, moan louder, cum quicker. They can’t help but be competitive when around you, because they want to feel like their cock pleases you more, stretches you out thicker and fills you up the most.
With that being said, as you moan softly into Matt’s face, he’s envious that your lips get lazy and languid with their kissing motions. I mean… you’re barely even trying to make out with him anymore, and it’s all Chris’ fault. So he fixes that by scooping his cupped hands underneath your armpits in the heat of his jealous moment.
He always has a couple of those when you three fuck together.
He detaches you from his mouth and lifts you high up enough to be thrown over Chris’ thigh and into the centre of the bed. This therefore also rips Chris away from you and he huffs in annoyance when Matt clambers over him to get to your body.
You lie in the centre of the bed in helplessness, your cheeks an embarrassed red and your thighs shyly clamped together in modesty because of the way Chris and Matt look at you. They devour you with their eyes… their pupils peeling apart each section of your skin and feasting on it. And you just know that when they’re done with using you, they’re going to be licking their sticky fingers clean of your honeyed mess.
‘Fuck, look at you, all wet and needy for us. You’re so pretty…’ Matt muses whilst admiring you before he’s bending his torso over and peeling his cropped blue shirt from off of his back. This reveals his smooth skin, and now he matches Chris in attire, until Chris sees that he’s evened the odds and decides to take off his sweats so that now he’s only in his underwear.
You blink and place your palm over your eyes in humiliation. ‘Stop’ you whine slightly at his praise, and it makes it even worse when Chris decides to join in too. ‘You greedy baby… wanting both of our cocks at the same time, you’re such a little cum slut aren’t you? Naughty girl. What’re we gonna do with her Matt?’.
Chris smirks as he looks over to a Matt that has to purse his own lips together to suppress his grin, his chest rising and falling as he debates on how they’re going to take you today.
There’s a moment of silence before Matt presumably has an idea.
‘Go get one of your bandanas Chris…’ he requests, nodding his head towards one of the shelves in the room that had Chris’ various bandanas draped over the top of it. You swallow nervously as Chris catches onto Matt’s idea. With a cheeky glint in his eyes he withdraws from the bed, ‘sure thing Matt…’.
Matt watches him for a second before turning his attention back to you as he fumbles with his Diesel belt buckle. You watch attentively as his spindly fingers wrap around the clanging metal, the leather expertly being pulled through the clasp. Then he’s opening it and slowly sliding it out from his belt loops. The agonising pace is to tease you, of course, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
‘I haven’t stopped thinking about using this on you since the last time it happened’ Matt reminisces, and it takes you back to that one time you three had been fooling around, and Chris and Matt had used their belts on you. One belt had been tied to a wrist and an ankle each. This had spread you open and allowed them to fuck you from behind, as they took turns to hitch your hips up and keep you still for them.
‘Can I do it again baby, will you let me tie you up? Please… it’ll be so pretty I promise’ he begs whilst the floorboards creak under Chris’ footsteps. His black bandana is slung in his right hand lazily as he makes his way back to the bed, just in time for you to give in and nod with agreement.
‘Whatever you want Matt.’ You mumble submissively with a little seductive smile. It drives him fucking feral to the point of insanity when you do that, he had only had his lips on you just minutes ago but now he wanted to do it all over again.
His mouth waters for your sweetness, your pre-come, the wetness leaking from your folds that he creates with his tongue.
You squirm about to position yourself on your knees, before leaning up and arching your back. You bury your face into the pillows at the top of the bed and give Matt an eye-full of your pulsating core whilst you lift your wrists to rest them together on your tailbone.
Matt’s cock is so fucking hard and so fucking sore, he’s definitely saturated under all of his layers, just as he’s sure Chris is too, because he also gawks at you and licks his lips when Matt shuffles up to your behind. From there, he loops his belt around your flimsy wrists. You hiss slightly when he knots it tightly, his biceps flexing and his nose scrunching. Simultaneously, Chris decides to shuffle up towards your head.
‘Look up for me a sec baby’ he demands you softly by patting your hair, and you do as your told, only to immediately have your vision obscured when Chris forces the bandana over your face and onto your eyes. You twist your head helplessly and whine a little when Matt forces your hips downwards into the mattress.
Your stomach roughly hits the mattress at his manhandling and your legs give out underneath you.
‘Turn around for us honey’. It’s Chris speaking again, you recognise the tone of his voice so you try to look in the general direction of it but to no avail. You wriggle around with great difficulty what with having your wrists restrained behind your back, and as you do, you also hear the small sound of Matt’s zipper scratching against the seam of his jeans. He’s taking them off.
‘W-what are you gonna do to me?’ You mumble nervously, now sitting on your ass with your legs crossed awkwardly so that you aren’t completely spread out and on display in front of them. Something about having a blindfold on and having your sense of sight completely eliminated made you jittery, especially when you couldn’t tell who’s cold hand was playfully skimming up your bare thigh.
‘We’re gonna play a little game, aren’t we Chris?’ Matt speaks, his voice nearest to you ear, so you assume that he’s the one who has just trailed his hand up your skin.
‘What kind of game?’ You swallow nervously, trying your best to look up at Matt, but you no longer feel his warm presence beside you and so you furrow your eyebrows underneath the bandana.
‘Simple. You try and guess who it is that’s touching you. You guess correctly you can have your orgasm, you don’t… we’re allowed to edge you’ Matt explains, before clarifying with an ‘s’that fair princess, hm?’.
The princess name has you blushing. You love it when Matt calls you princess.
After fucking them a couple of times, you realised each one had different tastes. Chris seemed to like degradations, and using methods of ownership to get you to your high, he liked things rough and fast and even sometimes couldn’t help his wandering hands that frequently reached out to playfully slap your thighs or face whilst he buried himself inside of you.
Matt was vastly different, he took the very definition of the word ‘praise’ and ran with it. He was all about the idea of feminine pleasure, and preferred to help you reach your high with words of affirmation and sugary sweet pet names. He liked things slow, sensual, intimate… and sometimes even lazy. Sloppiness and saliva was key whether it be him waking you up in the morning with his mouth on you or him fuck you in the simply position of missionary. He always wanted eye-contact.
Chris fucking lusted dominating you, it didn’t matter how, he just chased that possession of control. Matt wanted to establish connections and soak in physical touches. Which is why you liked having both of them, because it introduced an interesting dynamic to your experimentations. You liked having two people with completely different kinks because in the end they would always come together and use them both on you simultaneously.
The proposition seems easy enough to you, considering the fact that you know both of their bodies like the back of your hand, so you agree, simply just desperate for an orgasm now seeing as Matt had pulled away from your core right before he could give you one earlier.
What you don’t know however, is that Matt and Chris had anticipated this. And so had mutually agreed before this rendezvous that they would completely switch up their tactics to mirror the other one’s sexual habits.
You lie there statically on the bed patiently waiting for someone to viciously attack you with their onslaught of tongues, and soon someone does.
Matt makes eye contact with Chris and nods his head towards you, signalling that he wants to go first. Chris grins and decides to lie down on the other side of the bed whilst Matt crawls up to your awaiting body. He twists his head to look over at the two of you and bites his lip when Matt roughly wrestles you back around and onto your knees. Your breath hitches a little because you’re not expecting it and you almost fall back over trying to balance.
Matt roughly flattens his palm in between your shoulder blades and forces your front downwards so your tits and left cheek are pressed into the duvet cover. Matt uses his knee to kick out your thighs and spread them for him whilst he smooths his hands against your hips. Just as Chris would usually do.
Whilst this is going on, Chris throbs and watches with drool almost falling from his mouth. Matt takes his underwear off and very quickly is able to slide himself into your plushness. The cry you expel is muffled with the soft fabric of the sheets on the bed as his cock stretches you out unexpectedly. Everything feels wet and hot as his prick throbs inside of you before he starts to rock his hips roughly.
Chris can’t help but bury his own hand beneath his underwear to stroke himself whilst he admires the way you get fucked in his favourite position. He loves the way that your hips always swivel and the way your back always arches, even when it’s not him who’s fucking you, it just looks so hypnotic, and he loves watching it happen.
Matt smirks down at you, panting as his hips snap up to hit against your ass rhythmically. Your moans are still quietened but they do a great job at getting both Matt and Chris worked up.
And as much as he hates to admit it, Matt likes this oppertunity to be rough with you in front of Chris, because he knows how jealous Chris gets when he sees him fucking you how he normally likes to fuck you.
Matt then suddenly reaches one of his hands forward to greedily take a fistful of your hair and yank on it, lifting your head up a little and allowing you to now groan into the air. Chris has to roll his eyes back into his head and close them at this, just to suppress the moans he wants to shout, because if he gave in to his temptations it would ruin the game. And he doesn’t want to miss out on his turn to do a better job than Matt.
You feel flurries of pleasure rippling past your thighs after every time Matt’s cock returns and hits the right spot. With your hair pulled back, your voice strains at the awkward angle your neck is tilted at, but you blurt out a laboured ‘C-Chris, it’s Chris isn’t it?’ when your build up starts to get more intense. Matt and Chris stop what they’re doing to grin maliciously at each other, they knew you’d fall for this idea of theirs.
Matt turns back to you, before slowing his thrusts with a ‘guess again sweetheart’ cockily singsonging from his mouth. He’s smug with it as he pulls his cock out of you completely before slapping your ass in playfulness whilst your shoulders deflate.
‘What…?’ You breathe in delirious confusion, so sure that it was Chris because he usually liked to fuck you that way. Guess you were mistaken. But now you’re pouty because that’s the second time you’ve been denied an orgasm. You huff in annoyance whilst Chris giggles. ‘God, are we gonna have to gag you as well? S’that the only thing that’ll keep you quiet? Wonder what the neighbours think…?’.
You bury your head back into the mattress in embarrassment, not being able to help your sensuous sounds. Your cheeks turn pink at Chris’ insult. ‘I’m sorry… I can’t help how good you make me feel’ you mumble, trying to retaliate his harsh words with flattery. Chris likes to have his ego stroked, it comes hand in hand with his ownership kink, he likes to hear how good he makes you feel, so you manipulate that to your advantage to soften his exterior. Chris and Matt make eye contact with each other, knowing what kind of game you’re trying to play with them, so Matt gestures for Chris to have his turn.
You again, sit and wait for someone else to pounce, now in a more conflicted mood than before, knowing that both Chris and Matt are going to make this a lot harder than you first anticipated.
It’s not long before Chris can’t contain himself anymore and he’s practically sprawling over to you with a yearning to finally have your cunt to himself.
He makes sure you have your back fully pressed to the mattress with your cuffed wrists wedged uncomfortably between your back and the sheets. He moves in between your spread thighs, squeezing his hands down the backs of them whilst he opens you up before painting the tip of his red cock right over your throbbing clit.
Your head throws itself back when Chris feeds himself into you, going slowly to make sure you can adjust before he starts to rock his hips, his cock wetly slipping in and out of your already used hole. His figure soon looms over so that his face can nuzzle into your tits, spitting on your nipples and then passing his tongue over them, strings of saliva connecting his lips to your flushed skin. The constant rocking motion is almost too much for you, and you nearly cum by accident, but you hold back.
Instead of cumming though, you yelp instead because suddenly Chris takes one of your nipples into his mouth, only to bite at it harshly. Tears spring into your eyes, too focused on the pleasure and the pain to figure out who the fuck this could be. It could be Chris… but it also could be Matt going again… trying to trick you.
Chris pulls away, only to tip his chin up and look past your head at a Matt that sits and watches the two of you with his lips set into a dissatisfied line, seething with jealousy even though Chris and him had agreed to work together.
He can’t stand sharing you sometimes, and it’s just agony to watch Chris touch something that should be his.
Chris looks directly at him with a challenging gaze once again, a panting smirk on his stupid fucking face after every time he grinds himself forward and elicits a strangle breath from you. ‘Fuck, it hurts…’ you whine breathlessly, your sensitivity so overwhelming after being stretched out by two different cocks. But Chris decides to smooth his hand over your mouth and utter a possessive ‘shh… baby, I know… I know’ gently into your ear as he uses his other hand to stroke gentle circles over your hipbone.
Chris couldn’t help it. He let his voice slip, and that gave you exactly what you needed to guess correctly this time. And thankfully you guess right with a panting ‘Chris! It’s Chris!!’ right up onto the seal of his sweaty hand.
You don’t think you would have been able to suffer through another round of this torture so you are relieved when Chris slips his bandana from off of your head. He grins down at you at throws the forgotten fabric to the floor.
‘Hi sweet girl…’ he coos down to you, still moving his hips up and loving the way your little face screws up cutely in pleasured suspense after every thrust.
He smiles down at you but the moment is rudely interrupted by a Matt that grunts ‘alright that’s enough’ as he moves up to the both of you. He doesn’t want to give Chris the satisfaction of being the only one who’s able to get you off, or the delight of being the one who’s able to cum all over you. ‘I want her gut, you had it last time, s’only fair’ he barks at Chris, and gives his shoulder a brotherly shove to which Chris begrudgingly complies with a roll to his eyes and a subdued sigh.
Even though you love having both of them at the same time, you’ll admit it gets a little irritating when they constantly quarrel over who gets to finish where, especially when you’ve been edged about three times now this time.
‘Guys… p-please can you just let me cum? I don’t fucking care how you do it, just- please!’ You whine like a petulant child, knowing that if they see you’re desperate for them, they’ll listen to you.
‘Fuck, sorry baby. We’re sorry, sweetheart’ Matt immediately dotes upon you by profusely apologising, before coming up to you and spreading his hands over you hips so that he can flip your body over and onto your knees for the last time. ‘Shh, shh, c’mere baby’ he continues as he once again comes up behind you and stuffs you full of his cock. You moan, this time in aggravated pain at how long your aching walls have had to wait whilst Matt uses his quick fingers to finally untie your wrists, his belt loosening ever so slightly before it slides off completely and you can put your arms back onto the mattress.
This allows you to lean up onto your hands whilst Matt starts moving. You come face to face with Chris’ cock and look up between your eyelashes to see the way he smirks down at you hungrily.
‘Go on then pretty, I know how much you like giving me head…’.
You roll your eyes with a glare before succumbing and sliding his perfect thickness right past your teeth, already accustomed to his size because of how much he loves to have you suck him off.
Whilst you work yourself against Chris’ thick skin, you struggle not to choke on him as he starts to teasingly thrust into your face. This pushes himself further down your tight throat. Chris shivers and arches his back, Matt slipping his finger down to your clit so that he can rub it as he finishes you off.
‘Can- can I cum down your throat?’ Chris utters through a groan, asking for your permission to finish.
You nod sweetly and let him, which he does. His cum seeps out stickily from his head and making its way into your mouth almost on command. You suck him a little more to get rid of everything he has before he slaps your cheek a little at his overstimulation. ‘F-fuck- that’s enough baby!’. He carefully slides himself out and watches Matt help you to your own high.
Your neck crooks as you throw your jaw back when Matt continually ruts his hips into you throughout your intensive orgasm.
After you become spent and just as sensitive as Chris, you whine for him to stop, so he pulls out and strokes himself until he too finishes all over your ass, his sticky cum sliding down your hot skin.
All three of you collapse onto the bed in a panting sweaty mess. You lie there and look at Chris who smirks back at you, before casually reaching for his phone and putting in his passcode like nothing had even happened before hand.
Matt reaches out his hand to affectionately trace circles over your back before he’s shuffling around behind you. The bed creaks as he gets up. He leans over you to kiss in between your shoulders blades before mumbling ‘I’ll go get a cloth’ to both you and Chris.
As he walks away, Chris glances down at you, deciding to thread his fingers through your hair and stroke it absentmindedly whilst he clears his throat and quickly shoots a random text to one of his friends.
Both of you melt into the mattress in relaxation, Chris’ fingers scratching your scalp just enough to lull you to sleep after your exhausting escapade with the both of them.
You know you guys should probably stop this. But you can’t. It’s just so addictive… so much so that you think it’s fair enough to title all of you a dirty little monster for enjoying such a filthy fucking thing…
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summary: y/n wakes up in her sworn enemies bed, with a city-wide storm keeping her trapped there. in the time that she’s stuck with harry, can they overcome their differences and build a friendship? 🫢🤷
warnings: smut (oral f receiving, unprotected unrealistic shower sex) some angst, typical enemies to lovers
wordcount: 6.6k
a/n: you guys who likes my lil graphic? its diy!! i’ve been slowly working on story for a long time now so i hope you all enjoy! 🤭
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The headache pounding behind your eyes was the first thing you noticed that morning. Shortly followed by the realisation that you weren’t in your pyjamas, or your bed, and there was a man snoring next to you.
You didn’t even remember coming home with anyone, let alone someone who looked so attractive, albeit from the view you had of the back of his head. There was something familiar about the bedroom, though you couldn’t put your finger on what. The clothes folded on the dresser were the same as every other man’s, the lingering scent of woody aftershave new and yet so familiar. Perhaps it was the memory of whoever you’d met last night, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you knew this man.
You needed to explore, the leftover alcohol in your system urging you to get out of bed and figure out whose bed you’d woken up in.
It didn’t take much detective work, however, because as soon as you sat down on the toilet, the man in question barged into the bathroom. “Oh, morning.”
No way. No fucking way. “What are you doing here?”
“This is where I live.”
“Why am I here?”
“Why do you think?” he smirked.
Harry fucking Styles. Your sworn enemy, the worst man you’d ever met, the worst man you would ever meet. And you were wearing his clothes, after sleeping in his bed. Your skin itched just thinking about it.
“Fuck off,” you growled, throwing the toilet paper at his stupid, sleep-clouded face.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he laughed, staring down between your legs as he closed the bathroom door. All you could do was let out a hoarse scream. How had an innocent Friday night turned into this?
You looked yourself over in the mirror when you were done, Harry’s t-shirt hanging loose on your body. You kicked the door open, glaring at his reflection as you splashed water over your face. “How do I get to the station?”
He shoved his phone in front of you, a severe weather warning flashing up on the screen. Public transport was down, taxis and delivery drivers ground to a halt as the rain and hail pounded the pavements.
“Brilliant. I’ll walk then,” you sneered, barging past him. “Just wait it out,” Harry told you, running a hand through his hair.
“No, I can walk.” What did he not understand about this being the last place you’d ever choose to be?
“You can’t.”
“Watch me.”
Realistically, you knew you couldn’t make the 45 minute walk across town in this weather. You hadn’t even taken a coat out with you, and borrowing clothes off Harry just meant you’d either have to see him again, or hang on to his clothing. Neither was appealing to you at all at this moment in time. Still, you were prepared to risk hypothermia if it meant getting away. The idea of being trapped with anyone while deathly hungover was horrible, but with Harry it became your own personal hell.
He followed you to his bedroom, watching from the doorway as you shoved your belongings back into your tiny shoulder bag. “My fucking phones dead,” you groaned, throwing your head back.
“Just wait until the rain eases off. I’ll drive you to the station later.”
“I don’t want to be here, Harry. What do you not understand about that?” Just the way he was watching you was making your blood boil. You weren’t even an angry or spiteful person, but somehow Harry triggered some red hot rage that usually lay dormant deep inside of you.
He was opening and closing his mouth, scarily similar to a fish. One of the deep sea weirdo ones, with extra fins and holes for eyes. His eyebrows knitted together as he searched desperately inside his dim brain for something to say.
“We didn’t sleep together,” he mumbled.
“What?”
“We didn’t sleep together,” he repeated.
You froze, not quite sure how to respond. You hadn’t slept together. Half of you wanted to thank every God in existence, the other half wanted to punch Harry right in his smug face. “Then why the hell did you make me think we did?!”
He shrugged, tiny hints of regret showing on his face. If you were less pissed off right now, you’d consider this a miracle. “Was funny five minutes ago.”
You glared at him, incredulous. “You swear we didn’t?”
“Promise. Look, jus’ let me shower and then I’ll stay in here out of your way. Don’t even have to talk to me for the rest of the day.”
Finally, you nodded, resigned to your fate. “Fine.”
“There’s a charger next to the sofa,” he told you, slipping past you to grab some clean clothes from the dresser. “So you can tell your boyfriend you’re here.”
“Idiot,” you groaned as you walked away, slamming the door shut behind you.
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You hated to say it, but Harry’s apartment was actually nice. Much nicer than yours. You had no idea what he did for work, but it must have been something good if he could afford a place like this. There was a skylight over the sofa, practically putting you in a trance as you watched the rain drumming against the glass.
You’d been flopped on the beige sofa for what felt like years, your hangover slowly easing off but your current situation not getting any easier. Why, out of all the places you could’ve been stranded, did you end up here? You’d been racking your brains for hours, and as far as you could remember, Harry wasn’t even at the bar. If he had been, he would’ve come over. He’d stopped hanging around your group so much once you’d started bickering, he was irritatingly respectful of your space. But whenever you saw each other, neither of you could resist the temptation of a little sparring match to spice up the night.
You were so deep in thought that you hadn’t even noticed the lights turn off, the tv suddenly flicking to a black screen. It was the deep rumble of thunder that bought you crashing down to Earth, a tiny whimper slipping out when you heard it. Rain and hail were little more than an inconvenience, but you drew the line at a thunderstorm. You’d loved them when you were younger, glued to the windows with your dad as you watched the lightning illuminate the sky. But something changed one day, a new fear set in after a nightmare. You were sitting on top of a hill, a picnic laid out in front of you, when the clouds suddenly turned bright orange and lightning started striking the houses below you. You’d watched in horror as every strike set fire to the roofs, the entire neighbourhood going up in flames and getting closer and closer to you. Then you woke up in a cold sweat as the lightning came nearer, the next strike sure to take you out had you not bolted upright in bed.
“Harry,” you called out as loud as you could manage. You might not like him, but you’d rather have his company than sit through a thunderstorm alone.
When he trudged into the room, you were sitting upright on the sofa, the blanket pulled over your head. “What are y’doing?” he asked, yanking the blanket off of you. “Don’t like thunder,” you told him, squeezing your eyes shut as it boomed overhead again.
“Did the power go out?”
You nodded, watching from squinted eyes as Harry searched across the kitchen counters for something. He walked back over to you with a lighter, and started to light the candles scattered across the room. “Wanna watch something?” he asked you, pointing to his collection of dvds. “You pick,” you told him, too terrified to even comment on why he still owned dvds in 2024. You’d have to save that for later.
He picked one, pushing it into the tv’s dvd player before coming to sit beside you and setting it up. You glanced over at him, your current proximity making your heart race more than the thunder and lightning could ever. You had some sort of problem when it came to men acting as saviours. You were too into rom-coms, too romantic to not develop a sudden and unexplainable mini crush on your knight in shining armour. And clearly, now you had gone a little bit mental.
A clap of thunder shook the room again, and you smacked a hand down on Harry’s arm, your nails digging into the skin. “Harry,” you whimpered. He put his hand on top of yours, grounding you slightly. “It’s okay,” he smiled. “Did no one ever tell you it’s just God rearranging the furniture?”
You loosened your grip as the thunder passed, desperately trying to get a hold of yourself. “No. And besides, that doesn’t help. A reason for the loud noise doesn’t make the loud noise any less scary,” you told him, brows knitted as you looked between your hand and his face. He was about to shoot something back, but lightning illuminated the room, your expression changing quickly back to one of fear.
Harry threw himself down on the sofa behind you, tugging at the hem of your (his) t-shirt. “Come here,” he beckoned, pressing play on whatever dvd he’d chosen. “Why?”
“Because it’ll take your mind off the storm.”
“No.” He was holding out his arms to you. Clearly he’d had a funny turn and was expecting you to snuggle with him. Sleeping in the same bed against your free will was one thing, but actually choosing to cuddle with Harry was something you’d have to bring up with your therapist later. And yet, the offer was somehow tempting. But you couldn’t control your face, and somewhat-accidentally sent Harry a scathing look.
“Fine. Enjoy the storm then,” he grumbled, standing up to stalk back to his room. You stayed silent as he left, waiting until his bedroom door slammed shut to throw the blanket back over your head.
Only, a few minutes later he was back. You could feel his stare burning through the blanket, and he was standing there like a giant dork when you peeked out. “What if I’m scared and I need a hug?”, he asked.
You couldn’t help but laugh. You couldn’t deny Harry was funny, even when you were bickering and snapping back and forth, he’d always make you laugh. And that was more infuriating, because why are you laughing at his jokes when you’re supposed to be annoyed? “Fine. But only because you’re scared.”
You leaned back into his arms, and he was right. It was a welcome distraction. Instead of thinking about the storm and anticipating the next rumble of thunder, you were actually quite content. Although one thing was playing on your mind. “Harry, why do you have the notebook on dvd?”
You craned your neck to look back at him, shifting slightly in his arms so you could see his face. “S’my favourite,” he shrugged sheepishly. “And what time will your boyfriend be home?,” you mumbled, recoiling when he jabbed a pointed finger at the tip of your nose. “Quiet please,” he told you. You turned your attention back to the tv, settling back into Harry’s body.
He was comfortable. That was one more thing to add to your list of irritatingly good qualities about him. He was a good cuddler, caring, funny.. it seemed like that list was growing longer with each minute you spent with him. You pulled his arm tighter around you as thunder crashed overhead, softer this time. “Getting further away now,” Harry whispered, his thumb stroking the fabric of your shirt as if you’d laid this way a thousand times before.
Your eyes were growing heavy, your heart beating in time with each gentle movement of Harry’s thumb. You were too warm, too comfy.
And then a loud vibration practically shook the sofa under you. “Fuck. Sorry,” Harry said, darting to shut off his phone. You rubbed your eyes, still groggy and disorientated. Naps always made you feel all weird and out of sync. You turned around slowly to lay on your back, glancing up at Harry in your peripheral vision. “Missed the whole movie,” he told you, eyebrows raised as he nodded toward the tv. The power was back on, the lights bright against the layer of fog clouding your eyes. “Gonna call them back,” Harry murmured, holding up his phone as he climbed over you.
You were perched on the edge of the windowsill when Harry came back into the room, watching the raindrops drip down the glass. He went into his fancy little wine fridge, pulling out a bottle of red. He held it up to you, eyebrows raised as he silently asked if you wanted any. You nodded before turning your attention back to the rain. The thunderstorm had passed now, the skies finally beginning to lighten up despite the heavy rain. Harry came to join you with two big glasses, as if he’d poured as much wine as he could fit into them.
“Why do you hate me so much?”
Thinking back, you didn’t actually know where it all started. Harry was nice enough the first time you’d met, then somehow rude and arrogant the next. He was the cousin of one of your friends, and started to worm his way into your group when he moved to the area. He was harmless, but he knew he was a pretty boy. Every night out was spoiled by him lingering by the bar, flashing his dimpled grin at any girl who caught his eye. He’d buy her a drink, then leave hand in hand with her, always looking back to see if you’d noticed his exit. Everything he did made you roll your eyes, every glance at your legs when you wore a mini skirt, every time he tried to snake an arm around your shoulders as you laughed with the group.
“You’re arrogant.” Proven by the fact that only arrogant people would ask why they’re disliked.
“No one else has ever told me that.”
“Maybe they’re not as truthful as I am.”
He laughed at this, swilling the wine around his glass. You watched as it stained the sides red, the blood colour dimmed under the grey skies. “If I were that bad, y’wouldn’t be here.”
“I’m not here by choice.”
“No, I mean you wouldn’t have ended up here at all.”
“What do you mean?”
Harry’s eyes were squinted when he looked back at you, some kind of secrecy flashing across his pupils. “Let’s call a truce,” he told you, holding out his free hand for you to shake. “Just for however long this storm lasts, you have to play nice.”
“I am playing nice. You’re the one who played tricks on me.”
Harry sighed, running his hand through his hair when you didn’t reach out to take it. Your gaze was fixed on the window, seemingly uninterested in what Harry was trying to offer. Truthfully, a truce sounded nice to you. You were wasting so much energy on acting indifferent to him. But with the way he looked after you during the worst part of the storm, the way he held in the giggles you knew he wanted to let out as you cowered in fear of the thunder, you were scared you might actually end up liking him. The horror. The last thing you ever wanted to find out was that you’d wasted years hating him, mentally criticising his every move, just to find out he’s a good guy after all.
“Raindrop race,” he said suddenly.
“Hm?”
“We do a raindrop race,” his head nudged toward the window. “If I win, we call a truce. If you win, you decide if you want a truce or not.” Harry had his usual silly, toothy grin spreading across his cheeks. There was something annoyingly cute about his smile, the way his eyes crinkled and his dimples carved deep into the skin. “Fine,” you laughed.
“Okay, pick yours. This is mine,” he pointed to a tiny droplet near the top of the window. Your eyes gazed over the drops near Harry’s, before settling on one just to the right of his. After Harry yelled “go!”, you followed yours with a pointed finger, trailing down the surface of the window as you spurred your little raindrop on. You didn’t actually care who won, but you were far too competitive to let him win.
They were neck and neck, Harry’s tiny raindrop somehow collecting water from those around it to become almost the same size as yours, and surprisingly just as fast. There were little childlike giggles tumbling past his lips, his free hand balled into a fist as he cheered his raindrop on.
Yours took over suddenly, surging forward before it came to rest on the windowsill. You couldn’t hold in your laughter, watching Harry’s face fall in disbelief. “Looks like I get to decide our fate,” you teased, a smirk resting on your lips.
Harry chuckled, his eyes searching your face for any sign of what you might do. “Truce please,” he encouraged, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Fine. Since you asked so nicely,” you grinned, holding out a hand for him to shake. Harry took it, bowing his head to you before hopping off the windowsill and padding into the kitchen. “Last of our supplies,” he told you, holding up one final bottle of wine and a bag of crisps. “Best make it count then,” you laughed, downing the last sip left in your glass.
Harry went back to the sofa, and you trailed after him, plopping down on the corner. “Tell me something about you,” he said, throwing an arm over the back of the sofa. “I don’t know. You know me,” you shrugged, turning a little to face him. “Fine. What was your first impression of me?”
You shrugged again, gaze falling to the wine glass in your hands. “Thought you were funny. Seemed nice enough,” you told him. Harry laughed, a bitter kind of chuckle. “So where did it all go wrong?”
“Harry, even you have to admit that you were a douche.”
“How?”
“How?!” You couldn’t believe he was asking how. “You’d saunter around the bars, always scouting for which girl you’d take home next. You didn’t even greet me the next time you came out because you spotted a girl behind me.”
“Sounds like you’re jealous.”
You scoffed. “Not fucking jealous. It’s gross.”
He held up a hand, faux-stern expression on his face. “Truce! We have a truce. Don’t wanna break it already.” He had a point. You’d called a truce not even ten minutes ago, and you were already getting riled up again. “You started it,” you mumbled, always reduced to the mindset of a child when you bickered with Harry.
“Don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything,” he smirked, miming zipping his lips. You turned away from him, deciding it was better to sit in silence and try to calm down than risk getting into a full blown row with him when you couldn’t even leave.
After a while, Harry set his wine glass down on the coffee table, getting your attention. “You really don’t remember how you got here?” he asked.
“No, Harry.” Honestly, you didn’t. The last thing you could recall was stealing a cigarette from someone on the street outside the bar, and then a freaky flash forward to waking up next to Harry.
“I was walking past O’Connells and you were on the street alone. All your friends had left and you couldn’t get a taxi, they kept refusing you because you were drunk,” he started explaining, setting his near-empty wine glass down on the coffee table. You were finally paying full attention to him now, an ear turned towards the sound of his voice as if he was telling the most compelling story of all time. “I don’t know where you live, you kind of stopped making sense. So I brought you here,” he shrugged. “Sorry.”
You took a moment to fully digest his words, his kindness to you a tough pill to swallow. The tears that formed on your lower eyelashes were unstoppable, regret bubbling up through you. You’d been a dick the entire day, and while it was a little bit deserved after he made you think you’d slept with him, all he’d done since was show you kindness and care. “Don’t have to be sorry Harry. I’m sorry,” you whispered, pulling your glass up to try and hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. He placed a gentle hand on your knee, his touch warm on your bare legs. You hated wearing trousers indoors, a t-shirt, panties and socks the only way you were ever comfortable. Yet now you felt too exposed, too vulnerable in front of Harry. “It’s okay,” he told you, his tiny smile laced with tenderness. “Thank you,” you said, your voice soft and shaky. “For looking after me,” you finished, finally drawing your eyes up to meet Harry’s.
He moved a little closer, bringing his arms up to wrap you in a hug. Only as he started to embrace you, you felt something change in the air. The wine had made your brain fuzzy, your senses heightened and yet muddled. You were struck with an overwhelming desire to kiss Harry, to make it right between the two of you, and that’s what you did. You turned your head just a little, closing the distance between you tentatively, waiting to gage his reaction. But he pulled back quickly, his arms dropping limply into his lap.
“Oh God. I’m sorry,” you mumbled, scurrying across the room before you could do anything to embarrass yourself further. You leaned back against the breakfast bar, eyes fixed on the rain drumming against the window. All you could do was replay the way his lips peeled away from yours, the full body cringe making you want to curl up in a ball and scream.
You could feel Harry’s eyes on you, his gaze silently trailing across your body. You looked back at him, eyes meeting amongst the almost palpable energy clouding the air. And then he was striding over to you, wrapping a strong arm under your hips and lifting you onto the countertop. He paused for a minute, an unsatisfied yearning in his eyes. He reached out with a gentle hand, pushing some hairs from your face as the other snaked around your waist. And then his lips were on yours, slow at first as if trying to taste and explore you. But with every lick of his tongue the kiss deepened, his movements becoming more urgent and passionate. Harry’s hands were roaming across your body, trailing goosebumps over every curve. The heat was intoxicating, the burn almost physical as you wrapped an arm around Harry’s neck, drawing him closer to you.
Your legs were tight around his hips, pulling his centre close to your core. It was electric, so much being spoken through silent mouths. Every touch, every flick of his tongue had you melting into Harry, the walls you’d built up crashing down around you. “Should’ve done that a long time ago,” he drawled as he pulled away, running his thumb along your swollen, wine-stained bottom lip. You nodded in agreement, still dazed from the way he kissed.
He grabbed a hold of the hem of your t-shirt, eyes locked on yours as he waited for you to tell him to stop. When nothing came, he pulled it off of you, throwing it to the floor behind him. You watched the way his eyes darkened as they trailed over you, the goosebumps that dotted your skin disappearing under the heat of his gaze. “Want to know why I act that way with you?” Harry asked, still surveying the sight before him. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger when you didn’t respond, his free hand pulling your chin upwards to look him in the eye. You nodded again, totally silenced by the way he was looking at you. His lips found your collarbone, kissing and suckling at the skin. “Because,” he murmured against you, pausing to lick a warm circle around your nipple.
“I,” he suckled at the bud, teeth grazing your sensitive skin.
“Wanted,” he was moving lower now, one hand caressing your other breast as he licked down your ribcage.
“You.” He sunk down in front of you, mouth lingering right at the waistband of your panties, eyes fixed on yours. Your chest was heaving as he bought a hand up to it and pushed you back, the marble countertop cold against your skin.
You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of Harry’s gaze. His fingers traced slow circles on your stomach, igniting a heat inside of you that melted away any other feeling. You were totally powerless, totally at his mercy as he peeled off your panties, eyes never leaving your face.
“Couldn’t handle this sweet pussy not being mine,” Harry told you, voice husky as he ran a light finger through your glistening folds. His hot breath against your entrance had you squirming, his lips so close and yet not close enough. He was admiring you, almost salivating - until you suddenly snapped your legs shut. “I haven’t showered,” you whispered, suddenly hyper aware of how unclean you felt. “Don’t care,” Harry said, pushing a hand between your knees to open you up for him again. “Just means you’ll taste sweeter f’me,” he groaned, finally making contact with your pussy.
His thumb brushed over your clit, replaced instantly by his mouth. He suckled at it, the sudden sensation drawing an almost carnal moan out of you.
His tongue swirled around your entrance, collecting your juices on his tongue as he moaned into you. Your hands tangled themselves in his curls, the burn of your fingernails digging into his scalp only spurring him on. True to his word, he was licking and lapping at your folds as if they held the sweetest nectar.
You were dripping for him, dripping on him, the lower half of his face coated in your juices. It was the wine, you told yourself, and the forced closeness to him. Not him, not the fact that he was giving you the best head of your life.
“Waited so fucking long for this,” he murmured against your skin, moving to kiss and nibble around your inner thighs as his thumb rubbed over your clit. You were squirming under him, your legs heavy on his shoulders. “Yeah?” you panted, fingers pulling harshly on his hair as his mouth suddenly moved back to your pussy.
“All mine now though,” Harry smirked, his words vibrating into your centre. “All your- fuck,” you cried out, unable to control yourself as he slipped a finger into you, his tongue still working at your core. He added another, then another, filling you until you were bucking into his mouth. He found your g-spot with ease, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he watched you writhe and moan.
“I’m-” you started, cut off by a ripple of pleasure moving through you.
Harry released your clit from his mouth with a pop, his fingers unrelentingly thrusting into you as his mouth snaked up your body. “You’re what?” he grinned, his face only inches from yours.
“I’m gonna-”. This time Harry cut you off with another kiss, your juices warm on his tongue as it danced around your mouth. You wouldn’t pair pussy juices with red wine, but on Harry’s tongue they tasted heavenly.
He pulled away, eyes dark as he watched you squirm and buck under him. “Gotta say it for me,” Harry told you. You felt like you were buzzing, hot pleasure vibrating every part of your lower body. “I’m gonna come,” you cried out, the ball of heat in your core threatening to explode.
As soon as you said it, Harry’s lips crashed to your neck, suckling and biting at the soft skin. It was the final bit of stimulation you needed, your pussy clenching around his fingers as you finally reached your high. “Good girl,” he repeated, working you through your orgasm until your back collapsed down, flush to the countertop.
You were panting and heaving as Harry pulled you to sit up, hissing as the cold of the stone hit your clit. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, your body threatening to crumble if you didn’t support yourself.
“Come on,” Harry whispered, lifting you up. He carried you over to the sofa, resting you on his lap as he sat down. “You okay?” he asked as you stayed silent, totally numbed by the strength of your orgasm. You just stared at the identical triplets of him in your vision, trying to focus on the real one before you. His eyes were raking over your features, your puffy fucked-out eyes and swollen wine tinted pout. Your cheeks were pinked up to match your lips, tiny beads of sweat on the bridge of your nose.
“Thanks,” you whispered, a tiny smile crinkling the corners of your eyes. “For the orgasm.”
“Anytime,” Harry laughed, running a hand up your back. “M’glad we’re friends now,” he told you, moving you over to sit next to him.
“Do you do that with all your friends?” you giggled, swatting at his thigh.
“Oh yeah. Welcome to the club,” he teased. You rolled your eyes, but the two of you settled into a comfortable silence.
“D’you want a shower?” Harry asked eventually, breaking the quiet. You turned back to face him, still dizzy as your eyes tried to focus on his face. “Desperately,” you groaned. “But I’m still a bit wobbly.”
Harry laughed, pushing your messy hair from your face. “M’gonna have one then,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before standing up.
You listened out for the sound of the shower turning on, but Harry’s footsteps had stopped just outside of his living room door. You looked over to him as he stood frozen in the doorway. “What was that asshole’s name?” he asked, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to remember.
“Who?”
“Your boyfriend.”
“Harry, seriously. I’m naked right now and you want to me to think about my ex?” You rolled your eyes at him.
He shrugged, “can’t remember his name.”
“Jamie. Why are you even talking about him?”
“Because you could’ve had this a long time ago if you hadn’t showed up with him.”
You grabbed one of the cushions, launching it in his direction. He strode over to you, picking you up and flinging you over his shoulder as you shrieked. His hand landed a heavy blow on your ass, raucous laughs blending together in the silence of the night.
Harry set you down in the bathroom, pushing the door shut behind you. “Throwing isn’t playing nice,” he tutted, leaning around the shower screen to turn it on. “So now you have to be punished.”
“Oooh,” you teased. “What’s my punishment, a shower? Or are you going to drown me?”
“Y’have to shower with me. While m’all sexy and naked.”
“That’s not a punishment,” you frowned, watching as he stepped under the water. Harry had always had a decent body, but he’d gotten pretty jacked up since you saw him last. If anything, showering with him was a reward.
“Mm, but you have to keep those hands off me, you horndog,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes, following him into the shower. He side stepped past you to let you under the water, trying his hardest to avoid your touch. “I’m not going to molest you,” you told him. “Going to have to touch once or twice since we’re in a tiny box.”
“Fine. Just no feeling me up,” he shrugged, mockingly shielding his cock from you.
“Was it worth it?” you asked Harry as you stepped away from the water, passing the soap to him. “Was what worth it?”
“All the fighting, all your jealousy,” you poked your tongue out at him. “Now you’ve finally got in my pants, was it worth it?”
Harry stepped up behind you, his warm breath against your neck sending a shiver down your spine. “How am I supposed to answer that, sweet girl?” he drawled, pulling you around to face him.
You stepped back, pressing yourself into the cold tiles. Harry stayed close to you, his wandering hands finding a home on your hips. “Can’t say it was the easiest chase, can’t say I really enjoyed it,” his fingertips were trailing up your body again, his thumb pushing past your parted lips. His face hardened at the sight, imagining something other than his digits between your pout. “Would do it all again though.”
You bit down on his thumb, grinning as he pulled it from between your lips with a yelp. “You don’t have to fight me for three years just to sleep with me Harry. Could always just ask,” you smirked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“Is that right?”
You nodded, watching as his eyes moved over your face. “Or get down on your knees and beg me. Either works,” you shrugged. He chuckled, shaking his head at you.
Harry stayed silent as he lathered up the soap between his palms, hungry eyes fixed on you. “Turn around,” he finally told you, putting the beige bar back in the shower tray. He pulled you back into him, his length solid against your ass. His wandering hands finally put themselves to use, rubbing the soap across your body. He paused at your sternum before one hand wrapped around your throat, the other cupping the curve of your breast. Your breath caught, a tiny moan echoing around your mouth as he squeezed lightly, his cock twitching against your skin.
He took his hand from your breast, reaching between your bodies to push his cock between the tops of your thighs. His tip brushed your sensitive clit, your teeth clenching as electricity surged through you. “Can I please fuck your pretty little cunt?” Harry growled, using his free hand to wash the soap from your body. He was throbbing at your core, his cock likely painfully hard by now. “Please, Harry,” you whimpered.
He grunted at your neck, pushing your upper body forwards until his cock lined up with your entrance. He was nudging into you, your pussy dripping and ready to welcome his girth. You’d never needed more like this before, though you’d never felt as good as Harry had made you feel. He released his hold on your throat, one hand lowering to circle your clit as the other splayed across your lower belly, his fingertips digging into the plushy skin.
Your hips rut into his hand, a cry tumbling from your lips as the quick movement forced his girth into your tightness. Your already shaky legs could’ve buckled right there, your body barely able to hold itself up around Harry’s cock splitting you wide open. It took Harry by surprise too, a shaky moan echoing off the walls as he bottomed out inside of you, the extra lubrication from the water pushing him deep into your core. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, stilling as he caught his breath. “Y’okay?”
You moved a hand down to hold onto his wrist, silenced yet again by his cock. “More,” you whined, pussy throbbing as he started to fuck into you hard. You’d skipped the slow, figuring each other out sex. It was as if you already knew what the other needed. Harry was fucking you, his thick red tip tearing you apart as you both raced for another orgasm, each thrust sending you closer to Heaven. The steam and the sounds of the water pounding the shower floor clouds your mind, unable to feel anything except the fullness Harry’s cock gave you.
You were getting close, the burn in your core spreading down the tops of your thighs, before Harry suddenly pulled out. Just as you were about to question him, Harry spun you around. “Want to see your face when you cum f’me,” he panted, sliding one arm under you to lift you against the tiled wall. He slipped back into you with ease, the new angle forcing his cock into places you’d never even known you could feel so much pleasure in.
Your hand tugged at his wrist, pulling his fingers back up to your neck. Harry let out a dry chuckle, his fingers wrapping back around your throat with ease as he slammed into you.
He was a fucking vision. His wet curls hanging down into his eyes, the shine of the water on his tattooed body. Just the sight of him staring at you with those hungry eyes was enough to have you gasping and panting. “Harry, I’m-” you started, a loud moan cutting you off.
He picked up his pace, hips snapping into yours with the deafening slap of skin on skin. “Not yet,” Harry grunted. “Gonna cum w’me.”
Your walls were already tightening around his shaft, hips bucking into him uncontrollably. You bit down hard on your lower lip, nails digging half-moon shapes into the thick muscle of his shoulders. “I can’t,” you whimpered, throwing your head down onto him. “You can, and you will,” he told you, removing his hand from your throat and instead using it to pull your chin up to meet his eye.
You nodded, face contorting as you tried desperately to ignore the fire coursing through you. “Please, Harry,” you whined. Your walls were clamped around his girth, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he got closer. “Come,” he commanded, wrapping his free arm under you as his legs started to shake. You howled as you finally let go, the stars in your vision exploding like fireworks. The tiny shower cubicle was suddenly full of carnal moans and cries, Harry’s lips spitting out your name over and over and over again as he shot ribbons of white-hot come into you.
You stayed in that position for a few minutes, before Harry slowly let you down onto the floor. He held you up as your legs shook, a light hand brushing over the finger marks left on your throat.
“Are you still on birth control?”
“No. Should I not be holding my legs up right about now?” you asked, watching as his eyes went wide.
Harry pulled his arm from under you, ready to let you collapse on the floor in his panic. He screwed his face up tight, a quiet “fuck, fuck, fuck,” mumbled under his breath.
“Relax, I am. Sorry.” you told him, a tiny smirk playing on your lips. He reached out and pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, grinning as you yelped and smacked his hand away. “Serves you right, bastard.”
He re-washed between your legs quickly, a gentle hand washing away the remains of your juices pooled between your thighs. “Better?” he asked, reaching behind you to turn the water off. “Mhm, just need a good sleep now,” you told Harry. “Oh yes, need to go to bed and think about the beautiful friendship we’ve ruined,” he smirked, handing you a towel.
You dried yourself off before following him to the bedroom, pulling on the clean t-shirt Harry handed you. He was humming a silly tune as he ruffled his hair in the mirror, watching your reflection expectedly. “Used to annoy you when I hummed,” he said, climbing onto the bed to join you.
“Still annoys me plenty,” you told him, pulling the duvet over your legs as you settled back into the pillows. “Just too fucked out to care right now.”
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Yacht
Harry styles x actress!reader
Summary: Harry worries something is wrong during a family trip to Italy, turns out your just horny
Warning: sex to get pregnant lol
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Italy, it was always Italy.
As two high profile A-listers, Harry Styles and Y/n Y/L/N-Styles could never go anywhere without being caught. Once in the car, another in the street, and of course at concerts and premieres.
Vacation was another highly intense time for the couple, but it was only amped up to the max because of the Love on Tour's ending.
The night of the final show, Harry had his wife, mum, and sister in his dressing room. As the tour has lasted literal years, he figured he owed everyone some sort of gift: gift giving was his love language. He got the lovely couple of the band, Sarah and Mitch, and the little love-bug, a couple of odd-ball things he knew they would all like. He got similar items for the rest of the crew, personalizing them for the recipient.
His wife though, along with his mum and sister, he believed were owed some time with him. Call him selfish but Harry really did miss being with his family, and it was clear from the thousands of messages and voicemails that they all missed him deeply too. So he figured, why not Italy?
Italy is his go to place for relaxing, despite the constant paparazzi, it was quite peaceful when out in the water or in his shared home. Not only that, but his mother truly adores the country and the history; he feels he owes it to her for putting up with all of his shenanigans when he was younger, he knows he wasn't as easy as Gemma was, and stardom really did exacerbate it. But he's better now--Y/n has whipped him into shape--and he's wealthy enough to go to Italy as much as Anne wants.
Gemma just loves the opportunity to gossip with Y/n, along with the chance to sun bathe on the yacht. She was a simple person to please, and would be appreciative for a coffee and croissant.
Y/n, though, his love, isn't one that can be shown love to through gifts, at least expensive gifts. Her net worth is the same as his, but beside all of that, she is extermly picky about what she wants. All of her brithday gifts are something she specifically told Harry, from brand to color, nothing was left for interpretation.
He thought the vaction would be good though. Y/n likes the quality time between them, how they could just be themselves with nothing stopping them.
The yacht was a perfect hit though. Anne and Gemma both loved the salty breeze of the mederterain sea, but he didn't think it was enough for Y/n. He needed something that was more of a wow factor.
Harry was nervous, biting his nails as he took Y/n down to the docks for a midnight boat outing. He planned this a bit ago, but now was second guessing the whole ordeal.
"I love the smell of Italy." Harry said, holding his hand with his wife. "Something about it...just isn’t it perfect?"
"Is it the cigarette smoke?" Y/n joked, sneaking a quick peak at the corner of Harry's mouth. "Why are you taking me to the docks?"
Harry cleared his throat. "A midnight trip since I wanted some one on one time with you."
They had reached the docks by now, and were slowly getting on. He felt Y/n's hands get tighter around his hand, squeezing every now and then while the life guard was untying the rope connecting the yacht.
Harry looked over to his wife, watching her to make sure she was enjoying herself. She was looking beautiful, hair down while her face was pointed up, looking at the night sky's stars. Her outfit was loose, a simple dress that she threw on after showering to get the sea off of her. It was one he picked out long ago, around their 6 month anniversary, and it was still beautiful.
Her wedding ring completed the look though.
A beautiful antique ring, one that looked as though it was carefully preserved throughout history, looked ethereal on her.
"Hey H?"
Her voice was beautiful too. It was no kidding she was a movie star, her voice draws you in and cages you so you could never leave--not that Harry would want to.
"Yes, Love?"
"You're staring."
Harry blinked, not what he was hoping she would say. He hates to be called out.
"Just wanting to make sure you're happy." He shrugged. "I love you s'much, and I want to give you the perfect gift."
Y/n smiled, a warming one that made Harry's legs feel like jelly. She could never get over the love she felt from Harry, his passtion ratiating from him at all times was truly sickening to the loveless.
"Harry, I love this trip." She brushed her hand through his hair. "Everything you do makes me happy."
"But, earlier, on the yacht you seemed...off."
Y/n bit her lip, looking down to the sea beside them. She didn't mean for Harry to feel disappointed in himself, but she knew exactly what caused it.
"I just had a lot on my mind..." She said, not giving much up which Harry was not happy with.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"I ran out of my birth control about a couple weeks ago, and my hormones are really messing with me." She said, hoping he would get the hint.
"So you're horny?" Harry laughed, a boy-ish grin forming on his face. "I can deal with that."
Y/n laughed and pushed his kissing face away from her neck. "Yes, but since I haven't been on birth control in a few weeks, my doctor thinks I could get pregnant."
Harry's jaw dropped, which then formed into another smile, this time one of excitement and hornieness. "So, you mean...we could start trying for a baby?"
Y/n just nodded. Harry put his hands on her face and kissed her. Her hands moved from his hair down his arms then under his shirt. Harry, bless his soul, was a little nervous to move his hand down, but when Y/n broke apart this kiss so she could strip out of her dress he had no problems.
Harry followed and took off the white shirt he was wearing before, alog with his pants. He got pushed down to a long cooler seat. Y/n strattled his hips and startedkissing him more. Harry started to trickle down to her neck, leaving a hicky closer to her boobs so no one could see. He loved the moans coming out of his love, the way he knew she was feeling good was getting himjust as turned on.
"You were horny." Harry snickered, getting back to work soon after. “Sitting on the yacht; you knew I’d fuck you if you asked.”
"I would've done something about it if my in laws weren't in the vicinity."
"My bad." Harry said, but it was half hearted as now he just really didn’t care.
The conversation didn't last long, soon enough Harry's boxers were off and Y/n bra and panties were somewhere else on the boat. "You sure? I got a condom somewhere."
"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't be off the pill." She reminded him. "What about you?"
"I've wanted a kid ever since you said 'I do'." They kissed, softly now, but Y/n soon sat on Harry's hard cock and they both moaned in ecstasy.
Harry was a little shocked to be honest, rarly they have sex without any foreplay or lube, and he doesn't think he's ever felt her so wet--he had to make sure not to cum too prematurely.
Y/n was focused on Harry and her breathing. Sex felt different now knowing they are activly trying for a child, she knows Harry's dick is the same, but something about it just made it better.
She begain to bounce, Harry's arms coming up to squeeze her boob while the other grabbed her ass. He positioned his legs and pushed up into her, again, again, and again. The repative motion was made all the diffference by one of his hands coming down to her clit to make her feelmore pleasure. She gapsed when he pintched her clit, mouth then forming a smile as he looked down to Harry's.
"Babe, I think-I think I'm gonna come." Harry groaned. "I wanna get you pregnant and it so fuckin' hot--come with me. Are you close?"
His voice was fast passed, he rushed through his words as he tried to hold off from coming. Y/n was feeling the same way though; the love, the passtion, and the idea of being pregnant was too much.
"Har, I'm about to." She groaned as Harry's hips shot up in a more paniced order. He felt crazy, moaning and looking just at her made him want to exploed. "Come with me."
Her voice trailed off and turned into a moan as Harry came inside her, no protection. It felt like heaven to the both of them, forgetting the sweat that clang to their bodies.
"I love you." Harry whispered. She was still on his dick, just collasped over him now, but she knew he said it out of love. Sex changed after marriage or after any new step within a marriage; after marriage was so loving, and they had a sense of understanding that truly could be sourced from empaths.
"I love you too." She whispered back. Giving one small kiss to his lips.
"If you get pregnant, I don't know how I'm going to top that gift." Harry jokingly sighed.
"Hm, you could give me another one." She chided. "I want a bunch of Styles babies."
"I'll love any amount of kids you want." Harry decided. "Even if its twenty."
She laughed. "No way am I going to carry twenty, maybe we'll just get some pets."
"What happened to a whole bunch?"
"Only if they're just like their daddy."
"Damn, I only wanted them if they're just like their mummy." Harry joked being distrought, groaing with faux aggrivation.
"Maybe they'll have the best of us."
"My beauty, and your personality." Harry joked, which Y/n didn't like so she jokingly shuved him. "Maybe not your personality."
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More CEORRY smut pls! He’s so HAWT🥵🥵
Got Me Right Where You Want Me*
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warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink, unprotected sex, breeding, exhibitionism
summary: YN and Harry spend a day on the golf course together, but she won’t make it easy for him
pairing: ceo harry x reader
wc: 5.4k
masterlist | harry styles masterlist | requests open
a/n: i’ve decided i’m gonna try and post a oneshot every friday (key word is TRY😭) and i’ll probably do blurbs in between
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Fresh out of the shower with wet hair and a towel around his waist, Harry steps into his and YN’s shared bedroom, humming the tune of the song he’d been listening to. His eyes instantly travel to his wife, who is freshly showered as well, still sitting in the exact same spot she was in when he went to shower. He rolls his eyes fondly as he watched her scroll through her emails with just a towel around her, the cutest look of concentration adorning her face.
Making his way to her, he sits down next to her, and she looks up at him with a soft smile. Returning her smile, he leans forward and presses his lips to hers sweetly. She melts into him and frowns when they pull away, making him chuckle at her.
“Do you want to come with me to the course today?” he questions, standing from the bed and heading to the closet. YN is slightly confused, as he’s never asked her to accompany him before.
“I mean, of course, but what’s the occasion?“ she asks, standing up as well and heading to her side of the closet. Her eyes skim over her clothes as she awaits his answer, a sigh leaving her when she realizes she’d left her white tennis skirt at their London home the last time they visited.
“Just miss you,” he responds, sitting down on his ottoman to pull his shirt over his head. “Been busy all week and we haven’t really had any time together,” he finishes timidly, making YN laugh quietly at him.
Walking over to him, she leans over him and places her hands on his chest. “We’ve been together for ten years and you’re still afraid to admit you love me?” she questions. “I’m starting to think you’re ashamed of me or something,” she teases, heading back to her space to find an outfit.
Harry tuts at her, a frown tugging at his lips. “Oh, shut the fuck up. You know m’not ashamed of you. Never have been, never could be,” he retorts, pulling his pants up before sliding his feet into his shoes.
She laughs heartily at her husband, sitting down to start moisturizing her skin. “Yeah, I bet you can’t be. Especially not when you cried like a baby at our wedding in front of all your tough guy friends,” she teases, making him scoff in mock offence.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” he laughs, pushing her shoulder playfully before standing up to loop his belt into his pants. “I still think you’re the one who leaked those pictures,” he mutters, making her double over in laughter at the memory behind the accusation.
He makes his way from the closet with a dimpled grin on his face, headed to the garage to get his clubs. “I’m ready whenever you are, gonna be in the Range Rover,” he calls, and she nods in agreement although he can’t see her.
Standing back up, she skims her closet once more, dragging her finger along each item of clothing as she tries to decide what to wear. She knows it’s nearly 100°F in LA, so she needs something that’ll keep her cool.
Her eyes land on a purple, thin, tennis dress, and her face lights up as it’s absolutely perfect. It matches Harry’s shirt almost perfectly, and it’s thin enough to keep her cool out in the summer heat.
Taking it off the hanger, she smiles as she notices just how short it is, and knowing that it will be even shorter once it’s on her body. She slides on a decides against a bra, knowing it’ll be uncomfortable in the material and she can use it to her advantage anyways.
She immediately slips the dress over her head before deciding on some plain white sneakers and putting on some jewelry and perfume before heading out of the closet and down to the car where Harry is waiting for her.
In no rush at all, she takes her time and makes her way down to the garage, anticipating Harry’s reaction. She closes the door behind her and slips into the car without a word, buckling her seatbelt.
Harry’s eyes are practically burning her skin with how hard he’s staring, and she doesn’t even have to look at him to know that his eyes are bulging out of his head.
Turning to look at him, she puts on a look of faux confusion as she eyes him. “Are you okay?” she questions innocently, placing her arm on his bicep.
Her touch seems to snap him out of the trance, and he clears his throat with a small nod before pulling out of the garage and heading down the road. A small smirk plays on YN’s lips as they make the drive there, loving how fidgety Harry is beside her. She can clearly see his jaw clench every time he spares her a glance before swallowing thickly, his Adam’s Apple straining against the skin of his throat.
When the two are sat at a red light, YN decides to take it a step further. Reaching over, she places a hand on his thigh and feels the thick muscle twitch beneath her palm. Harry glares at her for a split second before the light turns green, his eyes snapping back to the road ahead.
A sigh of relief passes through his lips when he sees the familiar greenery of their country club’s golf course, ready to get out of the car that’s so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife. He practically speeds into his reserved parking spot, throwing the car in park and leaning back to rest against the seat.
Still smirking, YN moves her hand from his thigh to the very prominent bulge in his slacks, grazing it gently. She’s filled with satisfaction when he inhales sharply and cuts his eyes to hers in anger.
Before he can retaliate, she’s slipping out of the car quickly, and he’s not even a little bit surprised when she ‘drops’ her visor on the ground outside the car only to bend down to pick it up.
His eyes are bulging out of his head once again as he has a full view of her barely covered ass, making him stifle a groan. He can’t even form any words to speak, not that he’d get a word in anyways as she closes the door and heads into the building, a smug smile on her face.
In the car, Harry’s mouth is agape as he recalls each event he’s gone through since he stepped out of his shower, palming his cock as he realizes her game. He’s so hard it hurts, but he tries his best to will the boner away, all while coming up with a plan to even the score.
~
Rolling her eyes in frustration, YN flips Harry the middle finger as he turns to look at her, a dimpled smile on his face. Sweat is glistening on his forehead, dripping down the side of his face in the humid LA heat, and YN is damn near dripping down her thighs as she watches him play.
Ever since Harry set foot into the country club with a dimpled grin on his face, YN knew she’d fucked up by teasing him the way she did. No matter how nervous she gets, though, she refuses to show it.
With each precise swing of his favourite club, Harry makes sure to flex his muscles extra hard, and groans extra loud when the ball doesn’t go as far as he’d like.
After each of these, he cuts his eyes to his wife who is trying to act like it’s not affecting her, but he can see through her tough act. Just the thought of her dripping into her panties but acting like she isn’t has his knees weak.
About three holes in, Harry decides to take a break and go inside the club for some much needed air. He hops onto his reserved golf cart beside his wife and leans over to give her a peck on the lips before driving toward the building.
His smirk is still very evident when he places his free hand on her thigh that’s closest to him, and YN thinks nothing of it as it is a normal gesture. When he moves his hand up higher to the bottom of her dress, her breath hitches and she whips her head to look at him as she realizes what he’s doing.
“You’re not funny, H,” she hisses, a scowl on her face as his fingers touch the crevice where her thigh and pelvis meet.
Harry scoffs out a sarcastic laugh at her comment before he speaks up. “Yeah, but it was funny when you did it, hm?” he retorts, making the sharp turn that leads them to the concrete road. The movement makes his hand graze right over her pussy, and the both of them gasp quietly at the feeling.
Smirking, Harry turns his head to her for a split second. “It’s not funny. I see,” he mutters. “‘s not funny because you’re dripping into your panties and you want me to do something about it, right?” he questions, pulling into the parking spot and killing the engine.
He doesn’t even give her time to answer before he’s pushing down right where her clit is, making her choke out a moan.
Just as she starts to buck her hips into his hand, he pulls away, laughing loudly as she whines in frustration. “Should’ve thought about that before you started this, Pet,” he teases, waiting for her to climb out of the cart and head inside.
He reaches his hand out for hers, but she angrily stoops past him, upset that he’s beat her at her own game. The action makes him laugh even harder, shaking his head at his prideful wife.
~
Once inside the club, Harry gruffly greets everyone he knows, ignoring the ogling women around him. He truly only has eyes for his wife, not even bothering to look their way. Each woman has their eyes on him as he steps in, confused as to why he stood waiting by the entrance.
All of their confusion quickly moulds into jealousy as they see a beautiful woman enter the building, a pretty dress on that is the same colour as Harry’s shirt. They each take note of how he smiles softly at her and wraps his arm around her waist to keep her close, a stark contrast to the way he interacts with others.
The club is silent as the two make their way to the bar, watching the way his arm never leaves her body. No one has ever seen YN, let alone the way he treats her differently than everyone else.
The two of them just end up getting waters, parched from the heat. Despite the fact that water is free there, Harry makes sure to slap two $100 bills onto the counter once they receive their drinks.
It’s no longer silent in the club, the onlookers going back about their day as the two are literally just drinking water. Once the two are all refreshed from the cold drinks, Harry places a ringed hand on YN’s thigh once again, making her jump slightly at the coldness of his palm.
She has to stifle a groan when he picks up where he left off earlier, toying with the edge of her panties before pulling them to the side and swiping a finger through her folds. The action has her eyes rolling into her head when he grazes her sensitive clit, and then he just pulls away.
YN groans in frustration at the teasing, leaning up to whisper in his ear angrily. “Okay, it’s not fucking funny anymore,” she grits out, making Harry’s eyes widen slightly in shock. “If you aren’t going to fuck me then stop fucking touching me,” she finishes, sitting up straight once more.
Turning her head, she looks at her husband and immediately knows she fucked up. His eyes have darkened and his jaw is clenched. Unsurprisingly, the sight only turns her on even more, and she has to squeeze her thighs together to try and relieve some of the throbbing between her legs.
“In the fucking bathroom. I want you bent over the sink with y’panties down,” he demands, pinching her clit slightly and making her whimper at the slight pain that shoots up her spine. “And don’t even think about touching yourself. You’re already in trouble,” he warns, snapping her panties back into place and taking another drink of his water.
She practically scrambles as she hurries to the family bathroom, doing as he says and hoping that no one comes in and sees her exposed this way.
It’s definitely been over ten minutes by the time she’s getting so desperate she can barely wait, and then the door swings open, making her tense. She hears a familiar hum of satisfaction from behind her, and she relaxes as it’s only her husband.
Closing the door behind him, he doesn’t take his eyes off of where she’s dripping for him, watching as a bit of her slick trails down her thighs with how desperate she is.
Stepping up behind her, he swipes a finger over the skin of her thigh and collects some of her arousal before bringing it to his lips. Looking up into the mirror, he finds her eyes as he brings his finger to his mouth.
Moaning at the taste, he watches as YN squirms in discomfort as he pussy throbs at the sight. No more words are exchanged as Harry unbuttons his pants and takes his cock out before using his palm to clean up some of her arousal.
YN is confused for a moment, but it doesn’t last long at all as she watches him wrap his hand around his cock and start to stroke it with her stick.
He groans in pleasure as she whines at the sight, unsure how much more she can take. “Please fuck me. Swear I’ll be good, Daddy. Just please,” she begs, finding his eyes in the mirror.
“Mm, I don’t know, pet,” he tsks, stepping forward and moving the head of his cock through he swollen folds. “You haven’t been on your best behaviour today, so I’m not sure if you deserve it,” he hums in faux thoughtfulness.
She’s near tears at this point, just desperate to feel him deep inside of her and stretching her out. “I swear I do, I didn’t meant it,” her eyes are still boring into his. “I’ll be such a good girl, just-,” she’s immediately cut off with a gasp that melts into a moan, as Harry decided to push his cock into her in one quick thrust.
Her hands are gripping the counter tightly as he bottoms out, her jaw dropped as she hears him groan behind her. She’s so fucking full of him, feeling each ridge and vein of his cock grazing her sensitive walls.
“Thank you. Thank you so much, Daddy,” she babbles, feeling the head of his cock pressed slightly against her cervix.
The slight pain has her head spinning, and he’s just pressed up against her as he lets her adjust. When she’s fully relaxed, she gives him a slight nod of permission to begin thrusting into her.
Harry wastes absolutely no time, pulling out until only the tip of him is resting inside of her before slamming back into her and burying himself to the hilt.
The force of the thrust sends her flying forward, a choked moan falling from her lips at the feeling. He repeats the action over and over, and she’s sure she’ll have bruises on her torso in the morning from how rough it is. But she wouldn’t change it, not at all. Especially not with the way he’s making her feel so good she can barely form a coherent sentence.
Cries and moans are accompanied by the sound of Harry’s hips hitting her ass with each thrust, giving everyone outside a mental image of exactly what’s going on behind the bathroom doors.
That thought doesn’t stop him, though. If anything, it gave him the motivation to keep up the pace, absolutely wrecking his wife. His fingers are digging into her hips as he pulls her back to meet each thrust as well as keeping her stable.
Removing one hand from her hip, he brings it down onto her backside harshly, listening to her cry out and feeling her clench around him. “Gonna cum?” he questions, watching as she squeezes her eyes shut and nods, ready to cum then and there.
Just as she’s about to fall over the edge, though, she feels her orgasm slipping away and she’s empty as Harry pulls out of her, stroking his cock furiously before sliding the tip back into her at the last moment and cumming inside her contracting walls with a throaty groan.
She whines in frustration, slamming her hand down onto the counter as she squeezes her shaking thighs together for some sort of stimulation.
She looks up at him questioningly, the sadness on her face almost making him feel bad. Almost. The remorse is quickly turned back into arousal as he sees his cum leaking from her and down her thighs a bit.
“Fuck,” he pants, tucking his cock back into his slacks. “I should make you sit out there in a puddle of my cum but I need you home so I can really take you,” he spits before spanking her ass once more.
She moans deeply at the sharp sting as he rubs the sore spot before pulling her panties back up. “Cmon, let’s get to the car,” he tells her, and she instantly obliges.
The two walk back out into the main area, ignoring the shocked looks of the other members as it’s very obvious what they were doing in the bathroom.
~
Once they’re back in the car, YN is still very angry at her mean husband, but at the same time she knows she deserved it for being a brat. She just didn’t think he’d deny her of an orgasm.
The radio is on in the car, and it’s the only sound they can hear beside the engine. YN’s arms are folded neatly in her lap as she tries to avoid more punishment, already knowing he’s angry.
“Pull y’panties down,” he demands suddenly, making YN look at him in shock before immediately doing what he requested as she takes in the firm look on his face. “Rub your clit a little. Just real soft and slow,” he tells her, eyeing her as she places one leg on the dashboard and passes him the panties.
She wastes absolutely no more time, bringing two fingers between her messy folds and then up to her swollen clit before rubbing slowly and softly, just as he’d told her to. The stimulation feels so good, and she squeezes her eyes shut and throws her head back against the seat as she tries not to speed her hand up.
“Would y’look at that,” he muses, basking in the sound of her breathy whines as he watches her tease herself. “Y’panties are all ruined, poor thing,” he smirks.
She cries out in frustration and pleasure as she circles her clit again, the slow torture only making her angry.
He hums in faux sympathy, looking over at her for a brief second. “Do y’need Daddy to take care of you?” he questions, smiling softly as she nods furiously. “Oh, Pet,” he tsks. “Should’ve thought about that, hm?” he continues. “Slap y’cunt five times. Hard. Then put your legs back down,” he finishes, making her groan at the demand.
She follows his orders immediately, the stinging pain of the slaps making her jump and cry out in pain. She doesn’t let up, though, finishing up the request before closing her legs tightly and fixing her dress once more.
Harry gives her a towel to clean his cum from her hand before they continue the drive in silence, YN anticipating what’s to come.
~
By the time they arrive at home, nervous isn’t the word to describe what YN is feeling, not in the slightest. She’s kind of shaky, but Harry places a warm hand on her thigh and calms her down, his gentle touch letting her know that there’s nothing to worry about. He will always take care of her.
Stepping out of the car with her panties in pocket, Harry walks around to the passenger door and helps her out, letting her go in front of him to punch in the code to get into their home.
He closes the door gently, taking his shoes off as she does the same. “You can take a seat on the couch, I’ll be back down after I take a shower,” he tells her before pressing a passionate kiss to her lips. Yet another gesture to let her know he isn’t too angry anymore.
She nods and does as he says, just scrolling on her phone for a few minutes until she hears a knock on the front door. Confusion fills her, she’s not expecting anyone and she hopes Harry isn’t at a time like this.
Opening the door, YN is honestly saddened to see Niall, Harry’s best friend, on the other side of the door in some casual clothing.
Leaning down to give her a hug, he places a friendly kiss on YN’s forehead as she invites him in. He starts to slip his shoes from his feet, making YN frown and groan under her breath.
“Hey, YN. I hope you guys don’t mind I came over. My girlfriend and her friends are having a girls day so I’m gonna bother you two for a couple hours,” he tells her, making his way to the couch and sitting down exactly where YN had been sat just moments before.
“No, no! Don’t-“ YN tries to warn him, but he’s already sat there and getting comfortable, turning on the television in front of him.
“Don’t worry,” he continues. “It’ll be like I’m not even here,” he finishes.
“Alright,” YN sighs, still standing near the couch. “Do you want a drink or something?” she questions, and he shakes his head.
“No, you just go about whatever you were doing. Thanks,” he smiles, turning back to the television.
“I fucking wish,” YN mutters, headed to the kitchen to get a drink. She rests at the counter with her elbows against it, completely forgetting about how she was pantiless and still dripping with her husband’s cum. Not long after, she feels a presence behind her, making her jump in fear.
“Shh, it’s just me,” Harry chuckles, making her relax. She takes in the scent of his body wash and shampoo, seeing his wet hair before noticing that he’s only dressed in a towel.
“Come upstairs with me. Gonna take care of you, okay?” he tells her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and then repeating the action all the way up her neck, making her whine and squirm.
“We can’t, Niall is here,” she grumbles, and he gives her a look that shows he clearly doesn’t care.
“I know, I saw him come in on the doorbell camera,” he answers. “Just gonna have to be a little quieter than normal, can you handle that?” he asks her, laughing as she nods quickly.
Grabbing her hand, he pulls her with him as he quietly runs up the stairs and into their bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them.
“On y’back. Need to eat your cunt before anything else,” he tells her, and she immediately scrambled to do so, desperate to feel him on her in any way she can.
He climbs on the bed after her and spreads her legs, eyeing her messy cunt before him. He’s rock hard by now, his cock throbbing and aching as he needs to be inside her again and feel her cum around his cock.
Lying down on his stomach, he wastes no time, diving in immediately and swiping his tongue through her dripping folds. Both of them groan at that, YN from the feeling and Harry from the taste of his cum on her.
He closes his eyes and works on her, not letting up for even a second as she pants heavily above him. He’s so hard that he subconsciously starts grinding into the duvet, chasing an orgasm as well.
The towel is still wrapped around his waist, the semi rough fibres grazing his sensitive cock perfectly with each push of his hips into the bedding. The feeling makes him groan against her, only pushing her closer to her orgasm.
“Please, can I cum?” she cries out quietly, reaching down and pushing his head tighter to her. He hums and tries his best to nod, giving her permission to finally cum.
She cums then and there, and it’s so hard she has to squeeze her eyes shut and turn her head to bite down onto the pillow beneath her head. It’s all she can do to keep herself from screaming, her legs shaking around his head as she cums so hard there are stars behind her eyelids.
He keeps licking at her until she whines and pushes him away, making him sit up, panting. “Holy shit we taste so good together,” he mutters, causing her to let out a snort.
“We’re not done, though. Ready for me now?” he asks her, and she laughs in shock before nodding at him.
He quickly helps her to lie on her side, getting behind her and lifting her leg to be over his waist. It’s no secret that it’s her favourite position, allowing her to be close to him as well as feel him so deeply. And it’s his favourite just because it’s her favourite.
Grabbing his cock, he slides the head through her swollen folds for a few seconds before lining up with her hole and slowly sliding in, making her eyes roll back as she gets what she needs.
She lets out a loud moan when he bottoms out, making Harry quickly place his hand over her mouth. “Hush, Pet. Don’t want us to get caught with m,cock deep in you, do you?” he teases, groaning when she clenches down on him at his words. That makes him hum in realization, pulling out just to push his cock back into her before repeating the action over and over at a consistent pace.
Neither of them know that Niall has gone on a search for them, calling their names quietly as he explores the house. Stopping outside of the bedroom door, he hears the faint sound of clapping of some sort, making him stop and listen.
“I bet you want him to hear, hm?” he teases darkly, listening to her whines and moans as she accommodates him fully. “Want m’bestfriend to hear how much of a whore you are for me,” he finishes.
His words have her crying out in pleasure, and he squeezes his hand even tighter around her throat. She claws at his wrist as she struggles to breathe, but he knows she truly doesn’t want him to stop because she didn’t tap him three times.
“Shut the fuck up, ‘m not gonna stop fucking you until you soak my cock and I fill you up again,” he grits, ignoring the sound of Niall groaning in frustration.
The two hear a groan on the other side of their locked door, but he doesn’t let up on his bruising thrusts. “You guys are fucking disgusting, I’m just going to leave,” Niall calls as he makes his way back downstairs with a disgusted look on his face. “Fuck like rabbits, I swear,” he mutters before slamming their front door shut.
YN’s eyes are rolled back into her head, her hand clawing at Harry’s wrist even harder, warning him of her orgasm, knowing it’s going to be big. Leaning down, Harry bites down on her ear gently before pulling away. “I know, baby. Gonna cum again, hm?” he questions, although he already knows the answer.
She nods against the force of him furiously, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to hold off on her orgasm until he gives her permission. Opening her chapped lips, she manages to breathe out, “P-please,” she begs, her voice raspy. Leaning down once more, he presses some gentle kisses all over her neck before sucking on the spot gently.
Wanting to torture her a bit more, he smirks against her skin before he pulls away. “Please, what? What do you want?” he questions, loving the way she chokes and cries out in frustration, tears streaming down her face. “Tell me what you need, use your words, pet,” he hums, feeling her lock up around him once more.
After numerous attempts, and in between gasps for air, she can finally get it out as her lower body practically goes numb. “Please, let me cum,” she begs, feeling her stomach clench almost painfully.
Deciding to end his torment, he nods against her. “Yeah, pet. Cum for Daddy,” he rasps, nearing his orgasm as well. Immediately after he’s finished speaking, he feels her relax around him before locking down on him so tightly that he bites down on his bottom lip to hold back a scream of pleasure.
Her orgasm overloads almost all of his senses; he can hear, feel, and see her orgasm take over her body. The way her breath hitches in her throat and she lets out an almost animalistic groan fills his ears, her tight hole clenching down on him once more as he doesn’t stop his thrusts, the feeling of her orgasm soaking the both of their thighs making him look down as the clear liquid comes from her vagina.
All of those things combined send him over the edge with a silent scream, his face scrunched up as his orgasm is nearly painful with how tight his balls and stomach are.
His thrusts never cease, feeling her flutter around him as he fills her for the last time tonight as she relaxes fully, exhausted. He finally lets go of her throat as she starts to lose consciousness, rubbing up and down her body to ground her and cooing to her to let her know he’s there.
Not even removing himself from her still contracting hole, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder as she comes down slowly. The two stay that way until he has completely softened inside of her and her breathing is no longer shaky and uneven.
Her eyes are still closed in exhaustion when he slowly pulls himself out of her, a small hiss leaving his lips at the temperature change. With another chaste kiss to the side of her face, he lets her know that he’s going to get a washcloth for her, knowing she doesn’t have the energy to move from the bed.
She responds with a tired hum, her eyes still closed. While away, Harry wets a washcloth with warm water before grabbing some relieving cream, and on the way back to his wife he grabs a pair of loose cotton panties for her to sleep in.
Making his way to her, he spreads her legs gingerly before wincing at how swollen she is, guilt filling him. He wipes gently, but obviously not gentle enough as she cries out softly in pain as he grazes her sensitive clit.
“Sorry, baby,” he mutters, being way gentler as he finishes up. As soon as he’s done, he grabs some relieving cream and puts a bit on her before sliding some panties up her legs, rubbing her thighs when she whines slightly in discomfort. “I know, I know. You just need to sleep in them tonight and then you can breathe tomorrow,” he tells her, wiping some sweat from her forehead.
She nods weakly and snuggles into his hand, the warmth making her feel comfortable and even sleepier than she already was. Harry chuckles quietly before cleaning himself up quickly and taking the washcloth back into the bathroom before he pulls some boxers on.
He’s back at her side instantly, helping her weakened body out of the bed and across the hall to their guest bedroom, making sure he tells her what he’s doing to keep her grounded. The blankets are quickly pulled back before he helps her underneath them, and then he’s climbing under them himself, exhausted from his multiple orgasms as well.
No time is wasted before he’s wrapping his arms around her and looking down, only to see that she’s already asleep, her breathing quiet and even. With one last chuckle, he presses a kiss to her forehead before closing his eyes, drifting to sleep as well.
~
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Rich H.S Part 7
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Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. Harry plans something special for the second last dinner that involves a bluetooth activated toy. The couple take a bath and goes for dessert that involves some carpool karaoke and ice cream.
Warning: anal play, butt plug, penetration, dirty talk, daddy kink
This is an age-gap romance, do not read if you don’t like it.
Word count: 15k
Author’s note: Rich part 7 is here in its entirety! The first half of this part has already been uploaded onto Wattpad yesterday so if you've read that feel free to skip to the '//' which is where the new portion begins! There is at least 6k words of new richrry that wasn't posted on Wattpad so definitely read after the story break! If you've waited to read it all in one go, have fun and Happy reading!
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You felt almost empty after leaving Harry’s house. When you made it home from his pool and showered you felt this sense of… loss? Loss of someone that was never yours. While the situation had a better outcome than you thought it would, especially since you knew Harry was a simple man and anything too complicated would deter him and make him back off, it still sucked.
It was shit really, what else was there to say? When you had that shower and had time of complete silence to just think, you realised that you definitely had feelings for Harry. You knew before that, at least that they were growing. But the hurt you felt when he didn’t feel the same was a clear sign that your feelings were deeper than you thought.
How could they not be? It was delusional to think you could walk into this and not become attached, especially considering you had been pining over him for years and were kind of obsessed with his life.
His money wasn’t an allure for you, and you had never felt attraction towards him purely based on his money and nice belongings. It was more to do with how he used it and how he carried himself. Harry was a man of style, and he used his money to make himself look good. Some rich people had money coming out of their ass and picked ugly clothes and hired interior decorators who were blind and dizzy when they picked their furniture choices.
But Harry was just so sexy in every single way. At this point even his couch oozed sex appeal and it had nothing to do with money and everything to do with class and style. That’s what attracted you to Harry. The thing about him too is that he knows it.
He knows how sexy he is, how desired he is, how bad every woman, man and those in between wanted to absolutely fuck the soul out of him. His charm got him many places and he could practically get his hands on anything he wanted based on that alone. So really, maybe it was delusional for Harry to think that you wouldn’t gain feelings for him.
No. Harry thought he had a good read on you, and for the most part he did. So why wouldn’t he believe you when you told him all you wanted was sex? Hell, you believed that all you wanted was sex. Yet all it took was his charming ways and his magic cock to draw you in deeper.
If you were smart you would’ve told Harry in the pool that you couldn’t sleep with him again because you gained feelings and didn’t want to enhance them and make them deeper. But you weren’t smart, and you also liked your dignity enough to know that that conversation would’ve ended with you in tears and him freaked out and probably never wanting to see you again.
If you were smart you would’ve said you were busy when Harry invited you for dinner on Thursday, three days after he made you cum in his pool, so you wouldn’t grow more attached during the second last night you two had together. But you weren’t smart, and you were holding onto the things he could give you.
Just like he gave you pleasure in his pool, he could give you pleasure in his bed and fill your stomach up with food you didn’t have to pay for. If you were lucky, he’d even give you a cuddle and massage afterwards. For now, those tiny crumbs of affection were enough to keep you satisfied. Harry was like a drug, and you knew you’d become dependent on that affection and require more to sustain yourself, but with less than two weeks to go before you went back to uni, withdrawal symptoms looked like the only thing you’d get instead.
You were in the middle of watching The Office when Archie started barking obnoxiously and leaped off the couch to run to the front door. You got up and followed him, running your fingers through your hair to try and smooth it out after lying on the couch all afternoon.
After your afternoon walk you did your usual prep when you saw Harry for dinner; washed, shaved, moisturised, perfumed. Everything to make you feel great about yourself before you saw him. Even after prepping for four hook-ups already, the process never failed to make you nervous. Nervous to see Harry, nervous for him to see you.
It felt like there was more weight on these last two dinners, especially since everything was going to change after them and you weren’t prepared for it. There wasn’t a single cell in your body ready for the conversation you had to have about going back to university, nor the final goodbye before you drove away.
You weren’t even that far from home, and you knew you’d be back pretty soon to see your parents. But you weren’t going to see Harry and the thought of that was terrifying.
You made it to the door just in time to hear Harry lock his car multiple times, something he always did before unlocking the front door. You opened it up for him and watched as Archie ran out and jumped the few steps away that Harry was, immediately jumping up and giving him a hug. You smiled at the view and eyed Harry up and down, your body shivering at how gorgeous he looked.
It was particularly hot today, so instead of wearing his jacket like normal, Harry had the black YSL jacket that you frothed over folded neatly over the crook of his elbow and had rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. He had a small black shopping bag and his briefcase in the same hand his shirt was over, but no food like you thought he’d be bringing. The sight of his tattoos showing from his bare forearms and those rings of his adorning his fingers had your mouth salivating already.
“Hi Harry” you smiled, your heart beating erratically when his eyes met yours after he gave Archie the attention he deserved.
“Hi, darling” he smirked, tapping the side of Archie’s belly so he’d get down before stalking towards you. He had this look of absolute hunger in his eyes, and you just knew he was up to no good. Your brows furrowed looking at him and you stepped aside to let him in.
“Where’s dinner? I thought you were picking up Tha-” your words were cut off as Archie ran back into the house and as soon as the front door was closed, Harry’s hand darted out to grab your neck and pin you to the door.
A gasp escaped your lips, and your hands grabbed his wrist instinctually as he pressed you there with his body and dipped down to capture your lips in his. His briefcase and the shopping bag dropped to the floor without care and his other hand came to grab your waist, squeezing as the kiss became bruising. It was a kiss full of passion and it had you whimpering into his mouth and kissing back just as eagerly as he was kissing you.
You didn’t expect it, at all. He had never greeted you like this, the most being a kiss on the cheek at best, and yet here he was pouncing on you like he had been starving for you all day.
And starving Harry was. He had a plan ever since Monday and he was hoping and praying that you’d agree so he could do it. He had a pretty good idea that you’d want to do it, especially considering how you reacted when something similar was done a couple weeks ago. But he also couldn’t count on you being in the mood for something different than usual, especially something you didn’t have much experience in.
“Ordered the food, so we have time” he panted, unable to help himself from pressing his lips along your jaw and down your neck where he bit and suck so hard you were whimpering and arching into him for more.
“Time for what? A quickie?” you breathed through a laugh, a quickie the last thing you wanted for tonight. Unless he was thinking of a quickie before then more sex after dinner? Because you’d happily go for that.
It just didn’t seem like his style though. Considering this was the second last time you’d be sleeping with him you thought he’d want to go out with a bit more of a bang. Something painful or at the very least something that wrecked your body for days after.
Your mind flashed to the first time you two slept together and the 10s of hickeys he left all over your body. You yearned for him to do that again so you could return to university with fresh reminders of Harry all over your skin.
“No” he let out a dark chuckle, flexing his hand around your neck and making you moan at the rush it sent to your head. “If you think a quickie is what I’m going to do with you tonight, you’ve very mistaken” he bit down on your neck, an area his hand wasn’t covering then moved back up to kiss you. It was quick but left a sting as he bit down on your bottom lip and dragged it out with a pop.
His words made you whimper into the air and try and chase his mouth, making a sickening smirk emerge on his mouth as he licked his lips and looked at you. There was something about the way you whimpered for him that made his whole body shudder in the best way possible.
“Come with me” he breathed, dropping his hand from your neck to grab your hand. You nodded, panting at the intensity of that kiss and how horny it already had you feeling.
He left his briefcase on the floor near the door but picked up the black bag before walking to the stairs and pulling you along with him. Archie followed you two closely, but when you reached the stairs, Harry quickly told him otherwise. “Stay down here, Arch” he said firmly, another command he must’ve been practicing with Archie.
Archie gave a flash of side eye before trotting away somewhere in the house. You barely noticed where he went as Harry pulled you up the stairs, his hand fitting so perfectly with yours your mind was going all sorts of places it shouldn’t.
When you made it to his bedroom, he closed the door behind you for good measure and chucked the bag onto his bed, cupping your face with both hands and kissing you again as he walked backwards towards his bed. You grabbed onto his shirt and went to unbutton it before his hands grabbed your wrists and pushed them down.
“Ah. Not yet, darling” he tutted, your brows furrowing in confusion as his legs hit his bed and he sat down, dragging you so you were straddling him. “Don’t furrow those brows at me, y/n. Don’t even know what I’m offering you” he chuckled, pressing his thumb to the crease between your eyes to smoothen it out. His hands grabbed onto your ass, and he kissed you again, your hands going into his hair.
“What are you offering me that’s better than getting you naked?” you asked, your eyes fluttering shut when his mouth met your jaw again.
“Remember when I touched you here?” he asked, focusing on kissing down your neck while his hands grabbed your ass with purpose. You knew exactly what he meant, the sting of his fingertips digging into your cheeks through the thin material of your shorts. You nodded and answered out a stuttered, ‘yes’, feeling overwhelmed by the thoughts of what could happen tonight, and what he was doing to you right now.
You could feel his cock against your clothed pussy, and it was driving you wild. After being refused to help him come on Monday, your mind had been on his cock all week. Because of that, you understood why he wanted to give it a couple days before fucking you. If he had given in on Monday, you’d have been forced to masturbate multiple times a day this entire week just to sate the cravings you had for him.
He made you ravenous. Just sitting here on his gorgeous YSL lap made you soak your underwear, and you had zero shame admitting that.
“Want to play there again? Not all the way, just something a bit bigger than m’fingers. Think you’d like it darling” he continued, his hand wrapping around your neck to get your attention back on him. You could feel your body heat at his gaze, and you watched carefully with wide eyes as he grabbed the little black bag from behind him and handed it to you. “Open it up”
You grabbed it and looked between him and the bag, not seeing anything inside except black tissue paper. The bag didn’t have any logos or identifying marks, but it felt expensive and made you nervous just looking at it. You knew what was inside, at least you thought you did - a plug of sorts, maybe even a dildo. Just some sort of toy and the thought was making you wet. With his hands laid to rest on your hips, his thumb grazing the bit of bare skin where your shirt had ridden up, and that intense stare of his, your entire body was alert and feeling tense.
“You’re looking at the bag like it’s going to eat you, it won’t. I promise” a smile quirked at his lips, and you looked at him with a little glare.
“The bag is ominous it makes me nervous”
“Ominous?” he laughed, squeezing your hips with one hand while the other slid up your shirt against your waist, getting very close to your breasts. “C’mon darling, don’t you want to play with me” his voice dropped to a mumble, and you quickly nodded, taking the tissue paper out with shaky hands to reveal what was underneath.
Your heart dropped to your ass when you looked at the box, eyes wide as you took it out of the bag. The box was black to match the bag and had a see-through panel to reveal what was inside. Your eyes read the name before anything else, gulping at the title as they went lower to find the black silicon plug. It was sleek and simple, just like Harry.
‘Lovense Bluetooth Butt Plug’
You looked up at Harry to find him already looking at you instead of the box. Your eyes went back down to the box, roughly gauging the size compared to him. It was nowhere near the size of his cock, but much larger than the two fingers he had inside of you last time you experimented with anal. That made you nervous, because you had never even had a finger inside there before Harry and now you were about to take something a lot larger inside you.
“It’s… big”you breathed, looking back at him and blushing at his gaze. You felt flustered, almost like it was the first time you were sleeping with Harry.
“We’ll make it fit… besides, if you can’t handle this how will you handle my cock?” the question had your pussy clenching, and you suddenly felt this need to prove that you could in fact handle it. Even though it was big and a little intimidating, it didn’t deter you from wanting to use it. “So, do you want to try it, love?”
Harry could be gentle when he wanted to, and you knew this would be one of those situations. Besides, the idea of him getting his cock in there was too alluring and you knew you’d need some prep beforehand. He said you wouldn’t go all the way tonight, but you hoped you would next week. The practice would be good, and the idea made you squirmy on top of him, your clit tingling and aching for attention.
“Okay, let’s do it”
“Good girl, baby. Gonna make it feel good, I promise” he finished his words with a gentle kiss before he grabbed the bag and box from you and set it aside, giving you a light spank. “Hop off and take your clothes off f’me”
You did as instructed and climbed off him, standing up near the edge of the bed. You started to remove your clothes, feeling flustered and slightly vulnerable getting naked while Harry stayed fully dressed. You watched as he grabbed the butt plug and went into his ensuite bathroom and shuffled around for a bit before coming back with a bottle of lube in his hand and the unboxed plug in his hand.
You heard the water running earlier so you guessed he had cleaned it properly already which provided you comfort in this entire experience. By the time he got back you were fully naked with your clothes neatly folded on the bed and standing near the bed with your fingers playing with themselves. He stopped dead in his track and looked at you, scanning you head to toe and trying to control his growing boner.
God, you were just so beautiful. Every curve and dip of your body was pure perfection in his eyes. Every freckle and stretch mark and little blemish just made you, you, and Harry was obsessed with every single detail. He thought you were the sun, moon and stars, yet seeing you stand there looking so nervous and fragile looking irked him to no end.
He wanted you to stand there with full confidence in your body and who you were. You were so sure of what you wanted and your path, yet you stood in your own body, your home like you didn’t belong in it and he hated it. It was something he’d have to rectify, and he had a few ideas on how to do it.
“You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” he breathed, walking towards you and trying to control the fast beating of his heart at how you looked at him. Those little puppy doe eyes of yours that made him want to crumble to his knees and give you the world.
He was never going to survive you leaving him, he was certain of it.
“Thank you” you blushed, looking at him as he stalked towards you and chucked the lube and plug on the bed before gently skimming his hands up your body from your hips. Your nipples were growing harder by the second and when his hands grazed up your ribs, he couldn’t help but brush his fingers over your nipples, chuckling at how your breath hitched at the feeling.
“So cute… yet so fuckable at the same time” he mumbled, his hand coming to wrap around your neck again and angle your head up to kiss him. Your entire body shivered at his words while you kissed him back and cupped his jaw, whimpering when he pulled away way too soon for your liking. “Don’t pout.” he tutted, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “Now come ‘ere and bend over my lap.”
He sat back down on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt until only the last 2 above his belt were done up. The sight of his tattoos and that cross necklace of his made you want to cry with how horny it made you. The sparse hairs at his pecs looked delicious enough to eat and you just wanted to run your tongue over every ridge of his perfect torso.
He looked at you expectantly and you quickly rushed over, kneeling up onto the bed facing the side of his body before draping over his lap so your ass was in the air. You pressed your cheek into the expensive linen duvet he had on his bed and shivered when his hands came to caress your ass cheeks.
“Fucking stunning you are, darling… and look at that, already so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you” he chuckled, running a finger ever so gently along your slit. Seeing you at this angle was making his head spin and he just wanted to dive straight in and bury his face in your pussy. But there were more pressing matters in this moment.
He ran his finger up and down through your folds but never once touched your clit, and you just had this feeling it was on purpose. He licked your arousal clean from his finger before pulling your cheek to the side to get a better view of your other hole, the one he was more interested in now.
There was just something about seeing you spread open like this for him that made Harry feral. Feral was the only word in the English dictionary that described how he felt looking down at you. He always felt like that around you, really, always ready to pounce and devour and bend your body to his will.
And he knew you’d let him.
You felt exposed being spread open like that, but it didn’t last long before you felt the cool drip of lube being squirted onto your ass hole. You couldn’t see anything from this angle, all you could do was experience it through touch and Harry’s words if he gave you any.
“Gonna work you through it nice and slow, baby. Don’t want to hurt you” he soothed, running his palm gently over your cheek before spreading the lube over your rim with a single finger.
His other hand kept your cheeks spread the entire time as he circled your rim with his fingertip. Your body tensed on its own as he nudged your opening, and he immediately retracted and went to caressing your skin again, spreading the lube as he went.
“Relax, y/n. Can’t do anything if you won’t relax” his fingers came to your slit again, dipping into your folds and finding your clit briefly this time. You squirmed beneath him and stuttered out an ‘I’m sorry’, to which his finger returned to your other hole. “don’t need to apologise, love. Just want you to enjoy it” he pressed harder against your rim until his finger slipped past the tight rim of muscles.
The intrusion wasn’t pleasurable nor painful, just felt full and you were able to relax into the feeling and allow him to slide his finger deeper until it was in up to his ring which he never bothered to take off before starting this.
“Good girl, see what happens when you do as I say?”
He started thrusting his finger back and forth into you, the lube making it easy for his finger to move. You sighed out into the feeling, gripping onto the duvet with your hands to relax. Once your ass was properly accustomed to his finger, he nudged another to your rim, uttering a small ‘breathe’ as he pushed it inside you.
A whimper left your mouth at the stretch, a slight stinging feeling surrounding the fullness you felt. He paused before pushing it further so both fingers were fully inside you, then once he gave you another moment to adjust, he started thrusting both of them in and out of you.
You didn’t know what he changed, but with a small curl of his fingers sparks of pleasure flooded through you, and the fullness that you already adored was met with something else. “Oh god” you whimpered, subconsciously arching your back so your ass pressed upwards to meet his fingers.
He let out a deep chuckle and curled them there again, stimulating that area that sent pleasure through your body. It felt different than your clit, and different again from your g-spot. It was a feeling you hadn’t really experienced before, not even the first time Harry fingered your ass.
Last time this happened you were already so fucked out your body was mushing all your pleasure together into one feeling. This time, with only your ass being stimulated you were fully aware of every touch and feeling.
“That feel good, little girl?” his voice was teasing, almost mocking as he started to thrust his fingers both at the same time, making sure to curl them to hit that spot inside you.
“Yes… fuck, yes”
Your body wriggled in his grip, thighs tense to try and relieve the growing pressure in your clit from the anal stimulation you were receiving. Harry could see how this was affecting you too, your pussy growing wetter and wetter by the second. Your arousal was practically dripping out of you and down your thighs, the glistening trail making Harry’s mouth salivate.
“Think you’re ready for another?” he asked, shifting his thighs beneath you. His cock was painfully sore in his pants now, even after trying to keep it at bay so it wouldn’t be a problem during dinner. He had a plan for tonight, and that didn’t include him sitting there with a sore cock because he was too hard for you.
“Yes, please” you begged.
“Gotta relax first, pretty girl” he tutted, releasing your cheek to tap the back of your thighs as his other fingers kept moving inside you. You relaxed into his grip and shivered when you felt more lube being squeezed onto your hole, the cold liquid dripping down your pussy. “Good girl.” He collected it with his thumb and pushed it back up near your ass.
He made sure to squeeze a bit of lube onto his third finger too, making sure everything was properly saturated before he introduced it. You didn’t go past two last time, so he was being extra careful. While Harry liked pain, and he liked administering it equally as much, now wasn’t one of those moments.
This was your first proper experiment with anal, so he had to go gentle before his cock went anywhere near your third hole. The butt plug would be sufficient training, enough so when he went to fuck you next week there’d still be a stretch and a sting (which by now, he knew you loved), without it being overwhelming and too much for you.
Pushing his third finger into you was a bit more challenging than the other two, but with enough breathing and stopping so you’d relax, he managed to get it in and get his fingers thrusting at a decent pace. You were a wiggling mess on his lap, and were whimpering like crazy and getting arousal dripping down until it reached his pants.
He wouldn’t have been surprised if there’d be a patch on his lap just from your arousal alone.
“Please Harry… want more. I’m ready” you whined, your body on fire from his stimulation. You just wanted to get the plug into you now, even if it hurt a little. The fullness you felt now was like nothing you had ever felt before, and you needed more of it. Harry’s cock would make you feel even fuller than the plug he bought, but for now it was good enough.
“Yeah? Like it that much, huh?” he teased, spanking your ass quickly and sharply. You inhaled a hiss and nodded eagerly, burying your face in the duvet while leaving a bit of room between your mouth and the bed so your words came out clearly.
“Yes, daddy. Please”
Daddy, huh? He groaned at the word and pulled his fingers out from your ass, chuckling at the whine you let out in loss. “Don’t whine, y/n. Been so good all night, wouldn’t want to stop being a good girl now, would you?”
“No, daddy” you replied, hearing a bit of shuffling and the cap of the lube being opened.
“Open yourself up f’me” he instructed, squeezing lube onto the end of the plug and spreading it over the entire thing. He watched as you reached back and grabbed a cheek in either hand, spreading yourself open for him. “Thank you, sweetheart” You kept your forehead to the bedding and your eyes closed, just wanting to feel the experience.
Your ass was sufficiently lubed, at least you thought it was, but Harry added some more there anyway. In anal play there was no such thing as too much lube, and for your first time using something this big he wanted it to be as pleasurable as possible.
After Harry was satisfied with the amount of lube used, he nudged the toy against your entrance. “Need you to relax and breathe for me, understand?”
“Yes” you sighed out, trying not to tense your body. Harry pushed the plug harder against you and you whimpered at the tight sting of the toy being passed your tight rim of muscles. He made sure to pause to let you adjust every now and then before pushing harder until more and more of the plug entered you.
Even though Harry prepped you, the toy was big, especially at its widest point and it stung even though he was being gentle at pushing it into you. The stretch was making you delirious, the pain making you unbearably horny and overwhelmed all at the same time.
“Nearly there, pet” he caressed your ass cheek and nearly groaned at the pitiful little whines and whimpers dropping out of your mouth. They were slightly muffled by the bedding, but still loud enough for Harry to get a sick satisfaction from them.
When the toy finally pushed past its widest point, leaving the flared end sticking out you let out a sigh of relief. Relief and just feeling so goddamn full you could barely think. You knew this wasn’t the only thing Harry had planned for the night, and you were both nervous and excited about what was to come.
Mostly excited, or rather impatient due to how uncomfortably puffy and turned on your pussy was. You could feel your clit pulse with need, and you had a feeling it would only take a few rubs to make you orgasm.
“Good girl, darling, you can let go now” he praised, grabbing your hands and gently uncurling your fingers so you let go of your cheeks.
You thought he’d start to play with your pussy a bit. Considering the food wasn’t here yet, there was plenty of time to touch you and make you come at least once before dinner. It would’ve been cruel not to, especially when you both knew how turned on you were.
Fuck, you could practically taste your orgasm. Just having the toy inside you pressing against that new pleasure spot Harry introduced you to had you on the cusp of coming already.
But instead of sliding his fingers back to your clit, he pulled you up by your shoulders, so you were sat on your feet. You whimpered at the feeling of the plug adjusting with how your body moved and he smirked in return, grabbing your neck and pulling you in for a dizzying kiss that had you shifting on your knees and grabbing at his shirt.
Being naked while he was fully dressed felt like the ultimate power play, and you both loved and hated how vulnerable it made you feel. All your mind could think about was an orgasm. You didn’t care how it happened, you just needed to come.
“Stay here” he instructed, letting you go and standing up. Your heart dropped and you reached out to him in a panic, confused as to why he wasn’t pulling you over his lap or getting you to touch yourself or something.
“Harry” you whined, grabbing his hand so he wouldn’t leave you. You could already feel it; the more submissive side of you coming out and needing his attention and validation.
His arm stretched as he backed away, easily shrugging from your grip. “Don’t whine, y/n. I’ll be right back” he gave you a pointed look and reached down to peck you before walking into his walk-in-robe. He came back with a black t shirt and stopped to stand in front of you, cupping your jaw and tabbing his thumb to your lips as he passed you the t-shirt “Put this on then go set the table for us, there’s a wine in the fridge I picked this morning so grab that for us too.”
“What? You’re just gonna leave me like this… I-I can’t” you shifted on your knees and looked at him with desperation, hoping he’d get the idea and not leave you unsatisfied. The thought of doing all those mundane activities while this plug was inside of you was so sick it just made you hornier and more desperate for him.
“Oh really? You can’t?” he rose a brow and just the look on his face had you crumbling inside.
His hand slipped lower from your jaw until he had a firm grip on your neck, squeezing the sides of your neck as a warning and making your head go all woozy. Your hands gripped his wrist in reaction and Harry shuddered at the way your eyes hooded over with his hand wrapped around your neck.
Your head shook frantically in a ‘no’, his hand disabling any words escaping your mouth. “Well, I say that you can so you will” He leaned in closer, so his nose was brushing against yours. “Who’s in charge, huh? Because I’m sure it’s not the trembling little slut sitting before me, is it?”
Being called a ‘little slut’ was like he was petting your clit with his words and all you could do in response was shake your head in a ‘no’ again, your thighs tight together.
“hmph” he breathed, chuckling at your desperation. He had rendered you speechless and he fucking loved it “If you want to cum you have to be good and do as I say, understand?” his voice was stern and he made sure to squeeze your neck to reinforce his point. You bit your lip and nodded, knowing that you needed to come, and that Harry was mean enough to deprive you of it indefinitely if he wanted to.
“Yes, daddy”
“Good girl” he pecked your lips gently before letting go of your neck and straightening up. “I’m going to shower quickly, so go do as I said and make sure everything is ready for dinner” he unbuttoned his last buttons as he spoke and pulled the shirt out from his pants, your mouth salivating just at the sight of his bare torso when he took it off completely.
“Yes, daddy”
He flashed you a satisfied smirk then walked into his bathroom, shutting the door and effectively ending the conversation. You couldn’t move just yet, so you squeezed your thighs together to try and relieve some of the tension there. It didn’t help and just made the ache worse, so you slipped the t-shirt on, his t-shirt and slowly got up from the bed.
The t-shirt was strong with his aftershave, the scent sexy and alluring. You just wanted to bathe in it and you hoped that you could sneak the shirt in your bag when you leave so you could smell him all the time.
He said nothing about underwear, so you kept yourself bare and shakily walked out of his room and downstairs. Every step felt like torture, the jolt when you stepped down making the toy hit against that spot and deliver a crippling spark of pleasure. Each and every time it happened you had to hold the railing and pray that you wouldn’t prematurely cum just from the steps alone.
Harry would never let you live that down and you knew it. More than that, he’d probably punish you for it which is definitely not what you wanted for your second last hookup.
“Hey stink, you been good down here?” you smiled down at Archie, giving him a quick scratch behind his ear on the way from the stairs where he was waiting for you and the kitchen where he followed you in closely.
Your mind felt entirely blank and overwhelmed at the same time and you were struggling to stand up right as you pottered around Harry’s kitchen grabbing the plates and utensils. It was something you had done dozens of times yet with every movement you were holding back a whine and trying to ignore the wet uncomfortable feeling between your legs.
The buzzer for Harry’s gate went off as you were placing the wine bottle on the table, and when you walked to the front entrance and looked outside you saw a delivery guy waiting at his gate with the bag of thai food in his hand. You couldn’t really go out and grab it since you were only wearing Harry’s shirt and it barely covered your ass, so you opened the front door and hid your body behind it and told the guy to leave it there.
He was satisfied with your request and left it at the gate before taking a photo and walking away. Once he had left you very quickly ran down the path and got the food, being very aware of your surroundings as you crouched down to grab the bag. Harry’s fence was pretty much opaque except for the gate you walk through, but if anyone was walking past, they’d see your everything as you crouched down.
Not only that, there’d definitely be questions as to why you were collecting dinner in Harry’s shirt and nothing else.
It felt like you were waddling as you walked back into his house, shutting the door behind you before returning to the kitchen/living area. Harry was already there in his usual shorts and black t-shirt by the time you got back and was sitting opposite your spot pouring wine into both of the glasses.
By now, the two of you always sat in the same seats; both on one side of the table and directly next to each other. Seeing Harry on the opposite side of the table was jarring, and your steps faltered at the sight. His eyes met yours at the sound of your stuttered footsteps and they darkened as he looked you up and down.
“You changed chairs” you commented, trying not to waddle as much now that Harry was here. Your steps were still a bit wonky, and with every one you were flinching in pleasure. The sight amused Harry to no end and you could tell by the smirk on his lips.
“Mhmm, wanted to look right at you tonight”
He stood as you neared the table and grabbed the bag from you, placing it down before rounding the table to pull your chair out for you. Your entire body shivered at the entire scene as you sat down on the chair, visibly wincing at the pressure pressing the plug deeper into you. Now that you were sat it was directly pressed against that spot inside you and you were trying not to scream out in pleasure.
You needed to come, and you could already feel your body preparing to. “You look so fucking good in my t-shirt, need to have you like this more often” he murmured in your ear before pressing a kiss on your cheek and going back to his seat.
“T-thank you” you stuttered, digging your fingers into your thighs. Your inner thighs were completely drenched and now with this stupid toy stimulating you continuously you felt like you could burst.
“You’re welcome. Now, what would you like, love? Got your favourite; pad see ew” he opened the box and grabbed a serving spoon, speaking casually like he had no knowledge of the toy inside your ass making you want to cry with need.
But Harry did know, and he particularly enjoyed seeing how squeamish you were. You were practically trembling, and he was both amused and turned on by the sight. That adorable penguin waddle of yours had him struggling to hold laughter because it was so fucking adorable yet sinful at the same time and he didn’t know how to handle it.
Seeing you in his shirt had him completely fucking feral. It felt so domestic yet sexy and he was half considering making you greet him home just wearing that for the next week and a bit so he could savour it, and have it etched in his mind by the time you left for university.
But fuck, mix that and the knowledge that you were bare underneath and had a toy inside you and Harry’s mind was going wild. He hadn’t even turned the vibrator on, yet you were sat there squirming and tense like he had been overstimulating you with it this entire time. That thought was a delicious one, but he pushed it away.
“A bit of everything, please” you replied, looking up at him and crossing one leg over the other to increase the stimulation between your legs. Your eyes narrowed in on his hands, and with the pulsing happening underneath your waist all your mind could think about was those gorgeous fingers sliding between your thighs or being stuffed in your mouth.
Harry had jumped into some story about something Michael’s daughter did today when she visited the office. She was a cute little four-year-old who had a fascination with bugs, and apparently on her weekly visit to her dad’s office where they’d have lunch and she’d terrorize the entire floor for an hour, she snuck in a giant cockroach and hid it in Harry’s secretary’s drawer.
Although the story was interesting and you loved when Harry told stories more than anything, you just couldn’t concentrate, neither could you eat. You were starving before Harry decided to put this plug in you, and now you had completely lost your appetite and ability to focus.
He noticed this as soon as you zoned out, but instead of saying anything he simply got his phone out of his pocket and rest it on his lap. While he continued to eat his favourite green curry, he quietly told Archie to ‘go to bed’ before opening the app connected to the plug inside you and pressing his finger to the screen, turning on the vibrations to the lowest level.
Your eyes widened at the sudden sensation, and you let out a whimper and gripped the edge of the dining table. “Harry!” you gasped, toes curling at the vibrations growing steadily faster as Harry’s finger dragged upwards on the screen of his phone.
The vibrations were controlled by the manner in which Harry dragged his finger along the screen; the higher his finger was on the screen the higher and harder the vibrations, and he could move as fast or slow as he wanted.
“You alright, love? Barely touched your food” he rose a brow and took another bite, dragging his finger up and down the screen so the vibrations were rapidly moving from the highest vibration to nothing. Each time the vibration turned high you let out a moan, unable to hide your sound.
“Please, I-I need…” your voice stuttered into a whine as he dragged his finger up the screen and kept it there, the intense vibrations making more and more wetness gush out of you and your thighs shake. Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth dropped open, a string of breathy whimpers leaving it.
There was something so sadistic about the way Harry was sat opposite you while you were struggling to even breathe at how intense he was making this large toy vibrate inside of you. He was casually eating like nothing was going on and here you were trying not to scream the entire house down with pleasure.
It felt so fucking good and yet it wasn’t pushing you off the edge. You knew it was because you needed clitoral stimulation, but he hadn’t given you permission for that. Even if he did you didn’t think you’d be able to do it yourself with how hard your body was shaking.
“Eat your food, y/n. It’s going to get cold” he lowered the vibrations down to a low pulse and released his finger from the screen, so it stayed in that setting. His voice was stern and left no room for arguing but you physically couldn’t move in your seat. Your body was on high alert and the feeling of something vibrating in your ass and against that new spot you didn’t even know existed was so overwhelming and intense it was all you could focus on.
“Harry I can’t” you panted, opening your eyes to find him already looking right at you.
Instead of eating he was sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest and his phone now on the table in direct view of you so you could see exactly when he went to go increase or decrease the vibrations. It was a bit of mental torture to be honest, and now you’d be anxious every time he reached towards his phone.
“What did I tell you earlier about who’s in charge? If you need a reminder, I’ll give you one, but you might not like it” he ran his tongue over his bottom lip and looked down at your food, motioning his head towards it as he slid his finger up his phone, so the vibrations went to the highest setting. You cried out and slumped forward in your chair, but the sensation didn’t last long before he turned it off. “Now, y/n.”
Your eyes narrowed on him as you panted. You quickly shoved a mouthful of noodles in your mouth and ate it as quickly as you could before he could turn it up again, and once it was swallowed, he turned the plug on again. Your back arched into the feeling and your knuckles turned white with how hard you were gripping the table.
“Daddy… please” you begged, feeling so unfairly tortured and it felt like Harry had no idea. No matter how long the vibrations lasted, you just couldn’t cum. You didn’t even know if that was Harry’s goal or if it was just to tease, but being on the brink of an orgasm and unable to step over the threshold was killing you. Your body was hot, and sweat was starting to collect on your skin.
“What’s your colour?” he had to ask before he went further, because if you truly had enough he’d happily stop and take you upstairs to do what you wanted. He hoped your colour would be green, because he was getting sick satisfaction from watching you struggle across from him. Part of him regretted not taking his usual seat beside you though, because he would’ve loved to feel the wetness he knew had gathered on your inner thighs.
“G-green”
“Good. Then finish the plate and I’ll help you come, promise.” He smirked and lowered until the plug was pulsing inside you periodically instead of vibrating constantly. This setting was a relief from what he had been putting you through, but it was still fucking with your mind and body.
He hadn’t filled your plate with a lot of food, thank fuck, only a small portion of each of the dishes he bought. Still, with your body so wrecked and uncomfortably horny it was a struggle to even bring one more spoonful to your mouth. Part of it just felt wrong to eat while you had a vibrator working inside you, but Harry seemed to be loving it.
There was still a lot about sex with Harry that you didn’t know about. The two of you had explored more than you had ever done before, but things like this just told you that there was more to Harry than you could imagine. If only you had time to really explore everything he was into.
No matter how depraved or dirty his kinks were, at least what you imagined they could be, you had already come to terms with the fact that you’d want to try them with him… every single one of them. You’d do anything he asked you to, and you knew that. Harry knew that too.
Harry started up another conversation, this time asking you questions about your day with Archie. The entire conversation felt like you were barely stringing along sentences. Between shoving as much food in your mouth as possible to finish your plate and the vibrator gently pulsing in your ass, you could barely think let alone speak.
By the time you finished your plate you were sufficiently edged enough. The pulsing inside of you kept you on edge the entire time and you knew all it would take were a few rubs of your clit and you’d be spiralling over the edge. You just needed Harry to come sit beside you and play with you. It would be quick and give you the relief you were aching for, and after that you’d be a little less desperate and willing to get his cock in your mouth or pussy or whatever he wanted.
You just needed an orgasm. One orgasm.
“Please daddy, help me come… please” you begged, dropping your fork on your plate and wincing at the clank it made. Harry fiddled with his bottom lip and looked darkly at you, his eyes flickering to his phone momentarily before back to you.
He almost felt bad for you, hearing you whine so pitifully for him. Key word being almost. But frankly, his cock was so hard in his shorts it was painful, and he could barely hold back himself any longer.
“C’mere darling” he motioned you forward and scooted his chair back, giving you enough space to scurry over and straddle him. He cupped your face and brought you in for a kiss, moaning into your mouth at how wonderful it felt to have your lips on his again. He loved it. There was just nothing like kissing you.
He reached past you to turn the vibrations up, making you whimper loudly into his mouth before tugging at the end of his t-shirt on your body. You got the memo and lifted your arms, the kiss breaking briefly so he could take it off you before your lips reconnected again.
His hand slipped between your bodies and attached to your clit. With no words and very little stimulation, you were shaking over him and groaning into his mouth, his fingers saturated in your arousal and come as you orgasmed within 30 seconds. Even Harry was amazed at how fast you came, but you weren’t.
After being on edge for so long and by something that was an entirely new stimulation, it wasn’t surprising how fast you were able to come. It still wasn’t enough though, and you were still unbearably horny and depraved of more release. You had never felt so much pent-up pressure and need for an orgasm than you did now, and you truly didn’t know how you were going to handle Harry’s cock instead of a smaller toy.
Harry made sure to tuck his phone in his pocket before picking you up and bringing you upstairs. “Need you so bad, baby. Got me so fucking hard watching you like that” he grunted into your mouth, kicking the door shut behind him before lowering you to the bed.
“Me too, daddy. Please”
His clothes were shed quickly, and he was protected by a condom inside you even quicker. There was no prep needed with how wet you were; your pussy was too ultra-sensitive anyway that you probably would’ve cried if he tried to get his fingers anywhere near your entrance. You just needed to feel him. What you didn’t expect though, was how overwhelmingly full you felt when he pushed into you with the plug still in your ass.
He moved slowly, entering you from a missionary position so he had an optimal view of your face and stilled when he pushed in as far as he could go. There was just something about the face you made when he fucked you that made Harry go wild, especially that first push inside of you. He could tell it was a lot for you, double penetration not something everyone could handle.
“Is it too much for you, baby? Need me to take out the plug?”
“No… fuck, just fuck me”
Harry didn’t need any more colours or verbal confirmation after that. It was clear once you had adjusted to him and the plug that you were happy and feeling good and that’s all he could’ve asked for. And fuck was he feeling good too. Having that plug there pushed against his cock and gave him added stimulation as well as you.
After a few thrusts he was fully sheathed inside of you and was able to fuck you hard and at a decent pace. He had never felt you as wet as you were now, and he was already mentally adding tonight to his list of things that you liked. The list had grown quite long now, but he’d be damned if he didn’t make you get this turned on again.
Only one more night to go with you and he was going to make it count.
Harry easily made you come twice just with his cock stimulating your g-spot before he flipped you around and entered you from behind. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind your back, using them for leverage to fuck into you as he watched your pussy swallow his cock.
The sight was something he’d never forget. Never had he seen you so messy and wet and dripping fucking everywhere. Your ass had never looked so good than it did right now, stretched around a plug that would soon be his cock. His mind couldn’t stop picturing it; pulling out that plug and replacing it with his cock, but tonight wasn’t the night for that and he knew it.
Instead, he reached for his phone that he made sure to chuck somewhere on the bed earlier and turned on the vibrations to full volume, a grunt leaving his mouth when the vibrations travelled through to his cock. You screamed under him, your hands fisting in his grip and shoving your face into the duvet as your body convulsed with pleasure.
The mixture of his cock and the vibrating toy had you squirting everywhere, spraying the bed and your thighs and dripping down Harry’s balls. Harry couldn’t handle the sight, and he was soon coming into the condom and collapsing beside you.
He quickly drew you into his body, wrapping his arms around you and making sure you weren’t in the wet patch on his bed. This was the moment he loved the most, having you in his arms. It was a better feeling than kissing and orgasming, even better than watching you orgasm, which was one of his favourite things.
Harry loved intimacy; he just hated the feelings attached to it. But with you, it felt like the air had been cleared on Monday and he felt no guilt holding you like this. There was only one more night with you after this, so if he wanted to hold you, he would.
You snuggled closer to him, feeling both satisfied and completely wrecked by the night you had. Harry had thankfully turned off the vibrations of the plug right after he came, but it was still inside you and the fullness was a satisfying reminder of everything that had happened.
“How do you feel about a bath and some dessert?” Harry spoke up suddenly, filling the silence of the room.
“A bath? Isn’t it too hot for that?” you asked, turning in his arms to look at him. Your eyes scanned his torso and face, loving the fresh sex-look he had. Flushed skin and red swollen lips, sweat on his forehead and in his hair. He looked gorgeous and so young after sex, almost like he was only a few years older than you rather than 17.
“Won’t make it too hot. It’s a nice thing to do after anal though, helps you relax and soothes you” he replied, rubbing his palm up and down your back in gentle motions. “We still need to take the plug out and I don’t want to hurt you, that’s all”
You nodded understandably, unable to stop yourself from pushing his hair back from his face. “Will you join me?”
“Of course, wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t take care of you. Would I?” he smiled, raising a brow. You laughed and pinched his cheek, your heart beating too fast at how sweet he was being. He had been gentle all night, albeit it a bit mean too, but gentle nonetheless. “Gotta get you to the loo first, though”
The first time Harry carried you to the toilet you were mortified, but after a couple times and his fingers up your ass you couldn’t really be shy anymore. Both of you knew he’d have his cock up there next week too, even if it hadn’t been explicitly said so there was no use being shy about him having to carry you there.
“Okay, just lay with me a bit longer though” you whispered, grazing your fingers against his cheekbone in wonder.
You just wanted a bit longer to admire his face. Just a little bit longer, because come next week you’d be having your last night with him then having to say goodbye. It would be the end of this, and you just weren’t ready yet.
“Five more minutes” Harry agreed, pressing his mouth to yours gently and pulling you closer. He still had to get rid of his condom and you still had to pee, but five more minutes held in each other’s arms like this was worth the discomfort. 
//
The bath you shared was mostly silent, but you didn’t mind. The first little bit was Harry putting more lube on your ass to get the plug out without hurting you, then a quick shower to wash that off before you both hopped into the bath.
The entire process was making you a little overwhelmed, truth be told. The way Harry talked you through everything, gently caressed your body and made sure you were completely comfortable, especially while he was removing the plug then washing your body in the shower just felt intimate.
Too intimate.
Harry was doing the entire thing like it was normal for him, and while you had showered together before, something about it just felt more intimate than usual and you were struggling with it. It felt like you both had two completely different mental outcomes out of your conversation on Monday and you could read it in the way Harry was taking care of you.
Now, you loved it, hell you could even say you never wanted it to end, but that was the problem. It felt like Harry was satisfied with the outcome of the conversation on Monday and now felt even more comfortable to just touch you and show intimacy without any pressure of feelings. With you, it was the opposite, and while you liked the attention he was giving you, it also just made you like him more.
But you knew you were developing these feelings and still continued sleeping with him. You made your bed and now you had to lie in it and there was nothing you could do about it. The fact that you were leaving in a week and a bit was starting to look like a blessing rather than a curse.
“You said something about dessert earlier, what did you have in mind?” You asked softly, tracing random patterns on the back of Harry’s hand. You were sat between his legs, your back pressed to his. He had one arm around your body and the other along the edge of the bath with his chin on your shoulder, watching you trace the random shapes on his skin.
“Ice cream”
“Ice cream? Since when do you have ice cream in your freezer?” you asked with a rose brow, even though he couldn’t see it. He chuckled softly in your ear and kissed your shoulder, pressing a couple in a line before resting his chin there again.
“Not here. Was thinking we go to Clancy’s. Would walk there but we both know you can barely stand right now” he smirked, squeezing your thigh under the water and making you jolt. Ignoring the physical sensation, you were completely surprised by the proposition. Ice cream? Outside of the house? Together?
The idea just seemed so odd and nothing like Harry. Considering how secret your relationship was, wouldn’t going for ice cream be weird and raise questions?
“You want to go to ice cream? Together?” you asked slowly, wanting to look at him but unable to due to where his head was.
“Well going by myself wouldn’t be very fun, would it?” he chuckled, eyes focused on your hand over his. It actually would be fun, and Harry had been to Clancy’s Ice Cream Parlour many times by himself and with Archie and he thoroughly enjoyed it time and time again. The ice cream was delicious, and they had this really good lemon sorbet that he had a liking to.
But sitting here with you and spending time with you was infinitely better than going by himself. With such limited time together too, he almost felt like he owed it to you to take you out of the house at least once.
Having secret sex was one of the hottest things he had ever done, and he loved it. But you were his friend too, and he wanted to spend time with you that was just time spent together, and not something sexual. Before you started sleeping together your weekly dinners were a time to chat and enjoy each other’s company, but after your hookups started you lost that time that was just spent together as friends.
Yes, you had dinner and chatted, but it was always under the illusion of having sex after. And the dinner you just had didn’t really involve too much conversation since he was edging you with a vibrator the entire time. Hell, even the pool on Monday ended with you grinding on him and making yourself cum.
He wasn’t even sure if it was something you picked up on, the lack of simple conversation. But he noticed, and with less than two weeks to go before you left, he wanted to just be in your presence a bit longer. He was grasping at straws at this point, mentally trying to figure out ways to get a few more hours of time with you that wasn’t suspicious before you were gone.
Some would say being so attached to a person meant you had romantic feelings for them, and that’s something Harry’s therapist had told him when he explained his relationship with you to her, but that just wasn’t the case for Harry. He loved spending time with you and loved being near you, but it was nothing more than that.
“Harry, what you’ve just described to me sounds very much like you want a relationship with y/n.” Max said, peering up at Harry from her notebook where she was jotting down notes on their conversation. Harry looked back up at her from where he was scratching Princess, a chubby white Persian therapy cat who sat in on all of Max’s sessions. The cat was what drew Harry to Max in the first place, along with her many years of experience in counselling and therapy.
Princess, who happened to be a boy, was front and centre on Max’s website. His grumpy pouty face sat on the same couch Harry was sitting on right now. Harry was preparing to have to switch therapists many times before he found someone he liked; he figured it would be like back in London where it took him four tries before he felt comfortable with his old therapist. Yet in Max’s first session with him when he first moved to Melbourne, he instantly felt a click there, and felt familiarity in having Princess there.
Harry grew up around cats, his mother had two. Princess reminded him of home and a time where he had limited stresses and anxiety. It felt good having him there. It also gave him something to focus on when he didn’t like what Max told him. She always said her professional opinion straight, and after the many years they’ve worked together was able to handle Harry’s curt attitude and pushback.
She was able to handle it the first session really, that’s another reason he liked her.
“Did you not listen to a word I say, Max? I said I like spending time with her and fucking her, not that I want her to move in and be my wife” Harry scoffed, looking back down at Princess.
“I never said anything about her being your wife Harry, just that your relationship now seems like something that could very easily progress to a romantic one with no effort.” Harry looked back up at her again. “You like when you come home to her, you like spending time with her and you enjoy sleeping with her. You’ve said yourself that seeing her is your favourite part of the day and it’s what gets you through most days so-.”
“I never should’ve told you that” Harry interrupted curtly, his body tense. Is that how he sounded? Hearing his thoughts out loud like that felt a bit like cold water being chucked in your face to wake you up and he didn’t like how much he sounded like a man in love.
“It’s okay that you did, but it’s also okay if you wish you didn’t. Confronting your true feelings isn’t always easy”
“Don’t throw that therapist mumbo-jumbo with me, Max. You’re wrong and that’s that” his voice was snappy, and while Max knew how to handle it, she also knew when a certain topic was becoming too much for Harry. He was quick to shut down and with so much progress being made in this session, she didn’t want to push too far.
“I think we should move on”
“Yes, I think we should”
“Harry? Did you hear what I said?” your sweet voice interrupted his daydreaming, or rather memory of a couple weeks back. He barely noticed that you had turned around and were on your knees before him now instead of sitting back against him.
His eyes were focused on where your fingers had just been. His skin was warm and tingly where your fingers were tracing, and he could feel the shivers going up his spine at how much he enjoyed it. Feeling pleasure from such a soft non-sexual thing was new for Harry, or rather, a feeling he hadn’t felt for a long time. He liked the feeling but hated its existence and he had to quickly remind himself that in less than two weeks it wouldn’t be an issue anymore and his attachment to you would decrease, if not disappear completely.
“Sorry, love. What was that? Zoned out a bit?” he smiled softly and reached out to cup your cheek, his eyes going to the small hickey at the base of your neck. He just couldn’t keep his hands off you in the shower, and after the lack of marks he created during sex, he couldn’t help himself and needed to brand you.
Possessive? Yes. But the sight of his love mark on your neck made it all worth it.
You didn’t feel brave enough to ask him why he suddenly wanted to take you out, especially since you were both naked and if he got defensive for some reason it would’ve been awkward to get out of the bath and walk away. But you promised yourself to ask him when you got to the ice cream parlour.
“I said that ice cream sounds good. Clancy’s is my favourite” you replied, placing your hand over his.
“Yeah?” he rose a brow and sat up straight so he was closer to you, his hands dropping down to your hips. Well, if it’s your favourite, then there was now no doubt in his mind that that’s where he was going to take you. “Let’s get dressed than shall we? Make sure to let your hair down to cover this” he pressed his thumb to your hickey before leaning in and giving you a kiss. You hummed out a yes and kissed back, getting lost in your bodies pressed together and the gentleness of the kiss.
You both got out of the bath and got dressed, sharing little glances and looks while you did so. You were a blushing mess by the end of it and incredibly flustered. Harry could tell too and had the cheekiest grin on his face, peeking over at you as you brushed through your hair with your fingers.
“Don’t look at me like that, Harry” you whined, hating his heated gaze and amused expression. He laughed and walked over to you.
“Why? I like looking at you” he grinned, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you in close. You huffed and tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he simply tightened it and brought a hand up to wrap around your neck. It was a classic move of his, yet it never failed to get you to look at him, nor make butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Does it make you nervous when I look at you like that?”
“You know it does” you breathed, pressing your palm flat to his chest.
“I do” he smirked and dipped down to kiss you quickly, your face trying to chase his when he pulled away. “Come on, otherwise we’ll never leave”
He grabbed onto your hand and dragged you out of his room and downstairs. You went willingly and let him drag you along, beyond flustered from his behaviour. Harry was a charmer and it made you swoon every time he flashed that smile or teased you or had that fucking smirk on his face.
He didn’t let go of your hand until you reached the front door, where you separated and walked through to get to his car. After bidding goodbye to Archie, Harry made sure to open your car door for you, something he failed to do last time you drove with him. It was something he berated himself for when he woke up the next morning, amongst the many other things he regretted from that night.
“Thanks Harry” you smiled, slipping into the seat.
“Y’welcome, love” he tipped his head and shut the door before doing a light jog to the other side. He pressed the buzzer to open the gate as he did, so it would be open by the time he was settled into the car.
It was oddly dad-like how he rounded the car, something your own dad would do when he forgot something from the car or went to the driver’s seat after shutting the boot. Maybe it was something men just did when they got into their 30s, or rather neared 40s in Harry’s case. Harry loved getting older and you knew that, but he’d hate you thinking that anything he did was ‘old’. The sight made you smile, and you barely held onto a giggle as he got into the car and shut the door.
“What? What are you giggling at?” he asked, cocking his head at the smile you were trying to hide. He did his seatbelt as he waited your reply.
“Nothing” you replied innocently, looking down at your lap to avert eye contact as you did your seatbelt.
“No, not nothing. What? Something’s got you gigglin’” he pressed, tapping your chin upwards to get you to look at him before he turned the car on and put it in reverse, ignoring the reverse camera to press his hand to the back of the chair and look behind as he exited the driveway. Seeing a guy drive like that was the biggest turn-on, especially when Harry did it and it exposed his gorgeous neck vein that you just wanted to bite.
“You just jogged around the car like my dad, that’s all. It was funny” you bit your lip, giggling at the way his eyes widened and nostrils flared. He glared at you and put the car in drive then was on his way towards Clancy’s.
“I did not fucking walk around the car like your dad” he spat, his eyes flicking to you momentarily. He was clearly agitated by your comment, just like you knew he would be. His hand landed on your bare thigh, so he clearly wasn’t too upset by it.
“You did!” you laughed louder at his reaction and angled your body towards him, unable to stop yourself from teasing him further. “You did that dad jog like someone grabbing an esky at the beach or shutting the boot and getting in to drive!”
“Boot” he mimicked, his attempt at an Australian accent absolutely terribly. “Maybe speak English then we can have this conversation, because I most certainly do not jog like a dad. What am I, 50?”
He was insulting you just for the hell of it and it made you laugh harder, a deep full belly laugh that had a smile quirking up on his lips even though he hated the reference of acting like a ‘dad’, even more since you specifically referred to your dad. He really was only a few years younger than your father, but it wasn’t something he thought about often and he hoped you didn’t either.
Your laugh was one of Harry’s favourite things. It was lively and youthful, and he couldn’t help but feel happy when he heard it. If you looked up ‘contagious laugh’ in the dictionary yours would come up. Still, he refused to budge and kept his face as stoic as possible.
“You most certainly do, love” you mimicked him, an equally bad attempt at his English accent. “And you’re really not that far off of 50, Harry. You’re closer to 50 than my age” He let out an exasperated gasp and pinched your thigh, making you squeal and swat his hand. Your body was still sensitive from earlier in the evening and anything between your knees and hips was a no-go zone until at least tomorrow.
“Now that was fucking insulting. Is that what you think I sound like? Some jolly ol’ muppet!?” he exclaimed, his voice naturally going higher and the most English you had ever heard him sound. He was just kidding around and you knew it, but his use of ‘jolly ol’ muppet’ sounded way too natural.
“Harry you just used jolly ol’ muppet in a sentence unironically, I think one of us needs to re-evaluate and it’s not me” you gave him a pointed look and he squeezed your thigh again, a small gasp of air leaving your mouth.
“You’re cheeky, y’know that” a smile finally broke on his lips, and he looked at you properly. You grinned back and felt compelled to lean forward and give him a quick peck. He seemed surprised by the movement, as were you. But it didn’t feel wrong, so you said nothing about it and grabbed his phone from where he put it in the cupholder, trying to quickly move on from it so he wouldn’t comment on the growing blush on your cheeks.
“Can I play some music?”
He seemed hesitant in his reply, but he ultimately agreed and gave you his phone password. You went through his Spotify and was surprised by the artists that were there. He had many playlists, ‘cooking’, ‘gym’, and ‘car’ being ones you expected to find. You wanted to snort at the lack of creativity in the names until you clicked on the car one and nearly choked on your own spit at the songs there.
There was a range of genres, but it was mostly songs that you’d want to belt and if anyone didn’t, they were weird. There was Kendrick Lamar, Lizzo, some Wham! and other popular artists and iconic songs. You had only ever heard his cooking playlist which was more instrumental and relaxing; this was the complete opposite, and you were excited by how much of it you liked and listened to yourself.
“This playlist is so good, Harry! I’m impressed”
“You sound shocked that I have good taste” he replied, cocking a brow and watching you scroll through his car playlist.
“Not shocked that you have good taste, just shocked that you don’t listen to dad music” you grinned at him and giggled when he glared at you again. You selected a song and quickly spoke up again before he could berate you. “You better sing along Harry” your tone was a warning as you turned the volume up as the first few notes hit.
He recognised it instantly. It was one of his favourites after all and an iconic song that almost everyone in the world could recognise just from the first chords. He wasn’t prepared to sing just yet, if at all, but he was happy to watch you dance along to the beats of the music then passionately sing the words as soon as they started.
🎵 Baby can’t you see, I’m calling A guy like you should wear a warning It’s dangerous, I’m falling 🎵
“C’mon Harry! Sing!” you encouraged between the verses, doing a lot of shoulder work to the beat as you sang along to the words. Watching you get so into the song made him loosen up and start to sing quietly along, careful not to make his voice louder than yours. Your smile brightened when you saw him start singing along, albeit quietly.
You couldn’t really hear him that well, but you hoped that he’d get more into it as the song went on so you could hear him properly. With that buttery voice of his, you just had this feeling he was a good singer, and you were dying to hear it. Your singing voice was absolute shit to be honest, so your singing was more screaming along to the words than anything with melody or tune.
🎵 Too high can’t come down Losing my head spinnin’ ‘round and ‘round Can you feel me now? 🎵
You ran your hands down your body as you sang the words, doing as best of a body role as you could being strapped into the car seat. The car slowed at a red light at this point and Harry’s voice completely stopped, his mouth gaping watching your body move along to the words and beat of the song.
You were completely emersed in the music, swaying and playing pretend drums and completely screaming the words without any care that Harry was watching you. You were hyperaware of his attention, but the song was too good, and it was easy to get into. Besides, you rather enjoyed the way his eyes had darkened as he watched your body moved.
Harry was completely obsessed with it, to put it mildly. Your body moved so naturally and vividly to the song he was entranced. The way you did it just because you were enjoying it and loved the song made Harry like watching you even more. You weren’t doing it to put a show on for him, you were too much of a nervous thing to do something like that unless he instructed you to. No, this was just for you, and he was soaking in all your energy.
Harry loved singing and dancing, but only in private or if he was drunk and with people he trusted. He trusted you, even with his life if it ever came to that and he felt comfortable that you wouldn’t judge him, especially after you put yourself out there.
The joy you radiated just made him happy, so much so that he decided to just go ‘fuck it’ and start singing without care like you were. When his voice finally rose above the music your jaw dropped, the deep huskiness sending you into absolute overdrive as you watched him avoid eye contact and watch the road while he drove.
You were right about his singing voice being amazing, because goddamn it was one of the sexiest things you had ever heard. It was also so remarkably good you stopped singing momentarily, completely in awe at the raw talent Harry had been hiding from you.
By the time the second chorus hit you were both fully into it, Harry tapping your thigh and bopping in his seat along to the beat as you both screamed your lungs out to the song. When the first line of the chorus hit Harry’s hand came up to clasp around your neck, pulling you in quickly and singing along to ‘with a taste of your lips, I’m on a ride’ before passionately kissing you and releasing you gently so his hand could return to your thigh.
The interaction was fast, yet it left you dizzy and panting at the wild gaze in his eyes. He was fully passionate about the song and got really into the performance. Seeing him like this was just crazy, and it was a totally different side of him that you hadn’t seen before. You saw glimpses when he hummed along to his music while he cooked, as well as his happy high personality after he snorted cocaine off your tits (although that didn’t really last long before he was dragging you into a bathroom).
But watching him like this, just be utterly relaxed and free was one of the best things you had ever experienced, and so much nicer than when he was in his stern work-mode Harry. You’d even say you liked it better than when he was dominating you and making you call him ‘daddy’.
 As the song came to an end you made sure to line up a few other songs which had similar energy to ‘Toxic’, so the rest of the drive could be spent in high spirits. You only really had enough time for one more song, so you picked ‘Juice’ by Lizzo as the vibe just seemed right for how happy the two of you were.
Harry seemed happy with your choice because he looked over at you with a bright smile and said an affirmative “I love this song.”
“Me too” you agreed, resting the side of your head against your headrest so you could just watch him as the two of you sang along to the song. Your hand landed down onto Harry’s, and you half thought that he’d nudge it away or give you a look or something that told you that holding hands while he drove was too much. In the bath was different, as that was still part of aftercare, and it was different when he dragged you out of the house as well.
Instead of doing any of that, he turned his hand over, so his palm was up and intertwined his fingers with yours. Your heartbeat rose significantly just at that movement alone, and you could feel your belly swirl with butterflies at how right it felt to have your hands locked together. Harry’s thumb started tapping the beats of the song onto the back of your hand, clearly showing that he was comfortable holding hands and not just doing it out of pity.
It was moments like these that made your heart clench, both in a good way and bad way. You were torn between being happy and enjoying the moment, and wanting to cry because Harry didn’t feel the same as you and in under two weeks’ time you’d be leaving and never even have the opportunity to do this again.  
It was hard for you to focus on the positives of the moment, truly it was. But you didn’t want Harry to see that your mood had changed, so you kept singing along like usual and put on a happy face, hoping he wouldn’t read how upset you suddenly got because he was too distracted by the music.
A new song played halfway through before Harry managed to find a car spot, although you could barely hear it since Harry turned the volume basically all the way down as he focused on getting a spot. That was another dad move and you nearly exposed your realisation and giggled, but you decided to keep that one to yourself and not ruin the vibe you had going on.
He had to circle the carpark multiple times until someone was finally leaving as the entire thing was full. Clancy’s was right on the beach near a popular park and attached to a nice restaurant. During the Summer both the restaurant and Clancy’s were overrun with people and there was often a line to get an ice cream.
Tonight was no different and there were families and people of all ages sitting on the grassy park area, lining up for ice cream or walking up from the beach. The sun was pretty much set now, but if you got out quickly you’d make the very last bit before complete darkness came and you’d barely be able to see the sand.
“Come on Harry, we’ll miss the sunset!” you got out of the car and slid your phone into your back pocket before closing the door behind you. You waited for him, and he did that dad jog again to your side, careful to keep a healthy distance between the two of you as you walked towards the beach. You eyed the distance between you two and looked up at him briefly before focusing on where you were going.
“Too many people, love. Can’t have anyone we know spotting my hand on your ass, can we?” he said to you quietly, smirking and letting his hand brush against your ass briefly. You blushed and looked up at him.
“I guess not”
It made sense, and you didn’t really want anyone assuming the worst of you two and telling your parents or spreading rumours. But at the same time, you hated that he couldn’t have his hands on you. You wanted them on you all the time and you wished he could even just have a pinky grazing your skin. Something.
The two of you came to a stop right near the steps leading down to the sand, stepping out of the way so you weren’t blocking anyone and watching as the sun started to disappear into the horizon before your eyes. You had missed the prettiest part of the sunset, but it was still a sight to behold. You really were so incredibly lucky to live in a place where this was a view that you could enjoy every night if you wanted to.
“I love the sunset. It’s so pretty” you breathed, feeling Harry’s arm brush against yours.
“Agreed. It’s gorgeous” You kept your eyes trained on the ocean, so you missed how Harry was looking directly at you when he spoke instead of out to the sunset like he should’ve been. He just couldn’t help it. He wanted to look at you all the time and if he had it his way, you’d stay home from university so he could see you every day and do just that.
Harry didn’t know what possessed him, which seemed to occur more times than he’d like when he was around you, but something made him crave your touch, even in a small way. So, before he could talk himself out of it or call himself too invested and back off, he let his pink finger brush against yours before wrapping around it.
He felt your eyes look at his face, but he quickly looked away before they had a chance to meet. A silent breath of relief left him as he felt your pinky reciprocate and wrap around his, his eyes looking down at where they were connected. Your hands were pretty hidden by your bodies, and with the sun setting and darkness surrounding you quickly, they were hiding in the night as the seconds passed.
The two of you remained silent until the sun had completely gone and the only light left was the ones from Clancy’s and the restaurant next door. “Ready for ice cream?” Harry cleared his throat and let go of your hand, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.
You agreed and you both went to line up to get your flavours. You shared a bit of small talk as you waited, talking about what you were going to get and how busy it was. Harry ordered for the two of you once you got to the counter, the subtle dominance of it making your core clench and a spike of pain shoot through your sensitive pussy.
He paid on his black Amex card, and you didn’t even bother arguing when he pulled out it out from his wallet in his pocket. By now, you knew that there was no use trying to say no when Harry wanted to pay for something. You tried to alternate who paid for takeaway for your weekly dinners when they first began, but he always refused until one day you just stopped asking.
“Thank you, Harry” you smiled as you walked away and searched for a spot to sit down.
“Anytime, love” he flashed you a smile and pressed his hand to your lower back so he wouldn’t lose you. There weren’t enough people for a crowd to form, but he used it as an excuse to touch you,
There was a couple of teenagers collecting their rubbish from a table and preparing to leave so you made a beeline for it, and both sat down right after them, Harry pulling the chair beside yours instead of opposite.
“So, why did you want to take me for ice cream?” you asked, finally feeling brave after the two of you settled into your chairs and started eating your ice creams. His brow rose at the question, and he took a moment to swallow his bite of sorbet and sit back in his chair before asking.
“I wanted to spend time with you that wasn’t spent in bed”
Harry decided to answer honestly, something that surprised both of you even though it shouldn’t have. You weren’t sure what answer you were expecting, but it wasn’t a simple answer like he gave you. Harry was an honest guy, and didn’t need to use a lot of words to get his point across, yet his answer still stumped you a little.
He could see the blank look on your face, so he decided to elaborate. Harry placed his ice cream cup on the table and looked around to see if anyone he knew was close by and listening. It was like second nature now to check his surroundings, especially if you two were together. “Since we’ve started sleeping together our weekly dinners have been had with the knowledge that we’d be having sex on that same night. We still talk during dinner, yes, but I thought it would be nice to do something that had no expectation of sex involved where we can just chat like we used to.”
His answer was so… nice. Nice was the first thing you thought of when he finished talking and began eating his lemon sorbet again. Nice followed up with thoughtful, then adorable, then somehow so sexy even though that was the complete opposite intention that he had.
“Wow… that’s so nice, Harry. This has all been so nice, I’ve really enjoyed it so thank you” you blushed and smiled at him, gently kicking your foot against his under the table.
Your body was heating up and so warm at his honest response to your question, but it wasn’t a horny warm, it was heat that stemmed from emotions. Damn him. Why couldn’t he have said some shit about feeling like ice cream and that you happened to be with him so he thought it would be rude not to invite you? At least then you knew it was a pity invite and not something that would make you like him more.
But this? This was only another thing that he did tonight that was making you like him more. If any of this happened before your conversation on Monday, you’d be confused out of your damn mind what it all meant. A lot of it was borderline romantic, and all of it was things that would definitely be done if you were in a relationship. But now that you knew where he stood, it all was more of a kick in the gut than anything else.
You thought that knowing the truth and having clarity on where you stood would make it easier to deal with. But you were wrong.
“You don’t need to thank me, y/n. I enjoy spending time with you” he smiled softly and nudged you back with his foot, bumping into you with his shoulder. You grinned and flashed him your teeth, before asking him to retell the story about Michael’s daughter since you completely missed it the first time, he told you at dinner.
He had no issues telling it again, in fact his story telling was even better than the first time and he was able to use animated gestures and mimicked voices now that you two had that singing session. That car ride seemed to erase another barrier between you two, and progress things further in how comfortable you were around each other.
There was still a lot of Harry he hid from you, and he was sure you were the same. He felt comfortable around you, definitely more after your karaoke session, but still not enough to be truly vulnerable and tell you a lot about his past relationships or other events that have happened in his life.
He just wasn’t there yet, and it wasn’t just to do with Mel. You knew some details about his friends and family, but there was still this other side to him, in more ways than one and other blanks that he hadn’t shared with you yet.
Some of the things in his life he wasn’t sure he’d ever share with you. They weren’t exactly something that could be explained in one more dinner, nor was he about to tell you all about his sex-club or ex-fiance over Clancy’s sorbet. So, for now he was happy to tell you stories about Michael and chat about his work and other safe topics. You seemed happy and engaged, so he was happy too.
One thing’s for sure; Harry was glad that he decided to go against the big part of him wanting to push you away and appease the part wanting to spend time with you instead. Sorbet never tasted as good as right here, sitting beside you.
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“I think you should talk to him.”
“No way,” she snorted. “Do you know how embarrassing that would be? And pathetic.”
Louis laughed. “The man has literally fired his best friend over jealousy of you. This is nothing,” he promised with a shake of his head.
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“You don’t need to go with me, baby.”
“M’not arguing ‘bout this,” Harry muttered holding the door open for her to go through first. As she passed him, he glared at the cast on her delicate arm. For the last six weeks he looked at it loathingly. It hurt him to know she was in pain those early weeks, shaken, and physically broken.
Fortunately, it was the last day of glaring at it.
Things were better at Styles Incorporated. Her brilliant idea of course was beyond helpful, lifesaving in more ways than one. Harry was certain without it he would have had to make some deep cuts and would have ruined an innumerable number of his employees’ lives. They didn’t even know she was responsible for the idea.
Thanking her would never ever be enough.
Niall wasn’t fired anymore. She brought Harry tea every day at quarter past one. His office was spruced up with new furniture and electronics once more. Niall caught M&Ms in his mouth that she tossed from her desk and passed notes to her during meetings. Everything was right again.
Except her fragile arm. After the first week, she claimed it didn’t bother her (it didn’t, truly; but Harry was miserable about it). It was a little inconvenient. Showering was a challenge, but Harry rarely let her do that on her own without a broken bone, so it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Having sex with a cast on was also her least favorite. There was nothing un-sexier than a honking plaster on her forearm. Harry swore it didn’t even register in his brain.
I hope this doesn’t bother you... But m’never looking at your forearm when we’re in bed whether y’have a cast or not.
So, there was that.
Harry was still Louis’ least favorite person. It made him extremely anxious; in some ways, he was more worried about Louis’ feelings for him than her arm being broken or even the state of his company. There was no her if Louis didn’t like him. She reassured him that he was being extra, and she would speak to him, but he was certain Louis would melt him with his eyes if he could.
“It wasn’t his fault, Louis!” She whined laying across the sofa dramatically. “You’re being the worst right now!”
Louis shrugged. “I don’t like that you got broken.”
“It’s not like Harry was the one that crashed into me or snapped my arm,” she reminded him.
“I don’t care; you shouldn’t have left.”
She groaned. “So blame me!”
“Never,” he shook his head decidedly. Even getting Eleanor to talk him off the ledge was no help. Louis was almost unbearably stubborn. Eleanor swore she would keep working on him.
Once the cast was off, she was hoping it would go back to normal.
That day was today. She waltzed up to the counter to check in and then sat beside Harry on the hard plastic chairs. He was on the phone while she checked in, speaking in hushed whispers so as not to bother the others in the waiting room. It was definitely a business call—it was the middle of the day and she almost got away with leaving without him knowing and fussing but Niall told him.
Niall walked toward their office when he dropped Harry off at the elevator beside her.
“Tattle tale,” she glared at his retreating figure. He turned his head over his shoulder and winked at her with a telling smile that he didn’t care at all.
Harry frowned. “Kitten,” he sounded so hurt waiting alongside her. “Why didn’t y’tell me?” He pouted.
She sighed. “Because you’ve been so fussy. They’re just going to take it off. Plus, it’ll smell and—”
The elevator pinged with its arrival cutting her off from listing anything else. The nice thing about riding the elevator with the CEO was rarely did anyone want to be caught in the elevator with Harry. It meant they often got to make out privately in the middle of the workday. Harry stood at the back, leaning against the handrail. He looked at the ceiling as they descended the floors with the world’s weariest sigh. She stood beside him and tilted her head up as well. “I’m tired of you being upset about it.”
“You’re the most important thing in the world t’me, kitten,” he reminded her. “M’not taking this lightly.”
She smiled sadly at him. “I know. I know, baby. But you’re... it’s not your fault. And I don’t need you to be here for this. I know you’re busy. I saw your schedule. That’s why I didn’t tell you about it. If you had the time I would—”
“I’m never too busy for you,” his look was nearly ferocious. Intense and serious. Way too much for getting her cast sawed off on Thursday. He grabbed her hand and twined their fingers together. “Y’have t’know that,” he whispered. “I’d...I’d give up everything for you.”
“I don’t want that,” she shook her head with a little eye roll, but the gravity of his words ached her heart. She could feel each syllable shaking her body and soul.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She smiled. “Say it again,” she teased.
He chuckled pressing his forehead to hers and pecked her lips quickly. “I love you,” he repeated.
“Again.”
“I love you,” he promised and cupped her face between his hands and kissed her until the elevator brought them to the main floor.
“You can stay out here while it gets cut off,” she offered when he ended the call and scrolled through a plethora of texts and emails.
“Absolutely not,” he murmured without looking up from his phone.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her good arm around her stomach and let the cast arm lay limply in her lap. He was way too overdressed. It wasn’t his fault. He was just dressed for work. A button down tucked into a pair of fitted slacks. He looked like a model for Armani. She stared at him and looked at her outfit—having known she was leaving early for the cast cutting, she wore a pair of leggings and a jersey dress over it. She was comfortable—not overdressed but still presentable for work. She looked like a mess in comparison to Harry.
“S’matter?” he asked glancing from his phone. “Are you in pain?”
“You look really nice,” she murmured.
He smirked and shook his head. “Yeah? S’that make y’sad?”
“I look like a goblin right now.”
He chuckled, tucking his phone back in his pocket. He shook his head. “You look beautiful. You always do.”
“Hey Harry, what are you doing here?”
They turned to the sound of the woman standing at the door leading to the patient rooms. The woman was stunning. Even in scrubs, with her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Her cheekbones were sharp and accented by the prettiest contoured makeup she had ever seen. Her eyelashes were full and lovely. She was almost certain they were natural.
Her jaw dropped a bit just looking at her, seeing that she very obviously knew Harry.
“Oh, hi, Soph,” Harry stood and cleared his throat. “Um... my girlfriend,” he gestured holding his hand out for her to take and she rose to her feet. “Her cast is coming off today.”
“Oh, you can come this way. Sorry! That was a bit unprofessional. Just surprised to see Harry,” Soph smiled sweetly and gestured for the pair of them to walk through the door. She glanced at Harry as she followed behind the pretty woman in scrubs. Harry looked a little paler. If she wasn’t so obsessed with him, she might not have noticed the change in his expression. But she had seen the worry in his eyes hidden behind the careful front he managed to keep composed when he talked with other businessmen and businesswomen. Usually when they said something that irked him because he disagreed with their philosophy or work ethic—Harry was good at what he did and had been for a while. It was hard to listen to all but bad ideas.
But she hadn’t seen it in relation to a woman she had never heard of. Was Soph short for Sophia or Sophie? Or something else? How did he know her? Why did he call her by a nickname?
“How’s your arm feel?” She asked gesturing for her to sit on the patient table while she walked to the counter to type on the chart on the tablet she carried.
“It’s fine. I think it could have come off two weeks ago,” she said still feeling weary about how Harry knew her. Harry rolled his eyes.
“She’s been trying t’rush the healing process,” Harry said.
Soph smirked. “I don’t blame you,” she said looking back at her. “It’s no fun with a cast. I was in a splint for my ankle after an ice-skating thing, remember how irritated I was?” Her question was directed to Harry. She felt the pit of her stomach churn and warm with anxiety.
Harry smirked at the memory almost instinctively. “I remember,” he mumbled quietly. It felt like a knife had been twisted in her heart. She hoped her face wasn’t betraying her internal feelings.
Soph pulled the saw off the table that would cut the plaster off her arm. She had trouble focusing on what Soph was saying because she was almost unbearably pretty. Soph went through the standard cast-cutting procedures as if she said it a hundred times a day and showed her how the saw wouldn’t cut her, pressed it to her own hand as proof and reminded her to speak up if for whatever reason she felt pain and wanted to take a breather.
“You two know each other?” She couldn’t help but ask while she sliced through the plaster. Harry was staring at her arm and nothing else.
“Like four years ago,” she smiled softly. “I was in college; my roommate was an intern at Styles Incorporated. She hated it there,” she laughed quietly. “But she brought me to the holiday party, and I asked for a drink at the bar and this guy bumped into me; spilled my drink all over me. I was glad I was wearing a dark colored dress.”
“Niall shoved me,” he grumbled looking away briefly to hide the irritation he felt over the little faux pas.
“It wasn’t a big deal. Obviously, I was used to frat house parties so having a nice Chardonnay spill on me was a lot better than party punch,” she rolled her eyes. “He was beside himself though,” she glanced at Harry with this knowing smile that made it seem like a secret. Harry’s lips twisted slightly in a half smirk. Her insides twisted again, and she had to remind herself internally to keep calm. They had a private thing. Something she didn’t know about.
Harry was clearly with this very pretty girl. Someone he obviously cared about. Sure, it was ages ago, but it was everything she feared. That stupid woman from one of the worst days of her life was right. Harry didn’t date plain girls. Not if Soph was any indication. “Have you been dating long?” Soph asked.
“Just...” she shook her head trying to do the math and feeling pathetic that it didn’t add up to much. “Just about a year,” she murmured.
“Officially,” Harry added quickly. “We dated for about six months prior,” he reminded her and told Soph like it was necessary she knew.
“That’s sweet,” she cooed kindly. Her smile was genuine. Soph was genuine. There wasn’t an ounce of jealousy or cattiness in her voice seeing Harry. She wasn’t sure she would feel the same way if the roles were reversed which made her inferiority ache in her stomach and chest more. “Well,” Soph had excitement in her voice. “Here it is,” she smiled and pulled the plaster and cushioning off her arm in two pieces. “It might be a little stiff. Regular over the counter medicine will help alleviate any final pain from the muscle stretching a bit more freely. But you’re good to go,” she patted her arm.
She shook her head trying to remind herself that she was supposed to be polite. But the feeling of inadequacy washed over her. “Thank you,” she said kindly. “I love your nails,” because she did. They were pink for Valentine’s Day maybe and the little hearts on the ring finger were adorable. It also made her notice that she didn’t have a ring.
“Oh thanks! I am actually really disappointed in my nail place—I need these off, but I don’t want to go back to where I went—they’re so outgrown,” she frowned. “I’ve been trying for ages to find a good one.”
“Oh,” she pulled out her phone. “I go to this place—not very often, admittedly. But they’re good,” she offered and held her screen out to show her.
“Thank you so much, that’s awesome! Your nails look so healthy and lovely, I noticed while I was cutting  the cast off. You don’t even have a color on them and I’m so jealous of them,” at least the feeling was mutual. “Would you mind texting me the name?” She asked with a kind smile. “Harry probably still has my number,” she turned to Harry for confirmation.
This time Harry’s posture was as stiff as her arm. He cleared his throat. “Mm.”
“Perfect,” Soph smiled as if she hadn’t a clue how weird this all was. As if she wasn’t aware of the anxiety and jealousy coursing through her. Maybe she was a good actress. “It was nice meeting you!” Soph chirped sweetly. “Nice to see you, Harry,” she pressed her hand on his arm as she passed out the door and left the pair of them to leave behind her.
*
Harry chatted on the phone while he drove back to Styles Incorporated. Normally, she listened in on the phone calls trying to help as best she could when needed. Muting his call when she had something important to add or a tidbit of information, a file, or something to help with the call.
But the feeling of inadequacy was the only thing she could focus on during the car ride. She scrolled through her phone and tried to ignore the images of someone so pretty with Harry. She was a good three inches taller than her. Her skin was flawless. She looked like she worked out often. The thought of her in Harry’s personal space made her feel sick.
She was nothing like her.
How could Harry want someone like her when he had dated someone like Soph?
“Y’okay, beautiful?” He asked. “Your arm hurt?” He wondered, reaching over and placing his hand on her thigh. He gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “Just kind of tired all of a sudden. Skipped our coffee.”
He smiled softly. “I was going t’stop on the way,” he promised.
“Thank you.”
“’Course, kitten.”
*
She hoped the feelings of inadequacy would have dissipated by now but after tracking down Soph’s phone number she even sent her a pic of her new nails thanking her for the recommendation.
An M&M hit the side of her head. “You okay, darling?” Niall asked.
It was hard to keep it in. “Do you know Harry’s ex, Soph?” She asked.
“Sophie?” He blinked in surprise. Her heart felt heavy knowing her full name. “Yeah...they dated a while back...uh...for like a year, maybe? She was in college. Harry was only just getting Styles Incorporated under way. The second or third year?”
A year?
She nodded. “She cut my cast off,” she explained.
“Oh,” Niall tilted his head. “Was she...mean?”
“No, she was...really nice.”
“Yeah. I kind of figured. She always was.” As awful as it felt to watch Soph and Harry share a smile at the fond memory of ice-skating—even if it ended with her in a splint—knowing that Niall thought she was nice was somehow just as awful. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked. “Is your arm bothering you?”
“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. Just a little distracted. I didn’t sleep well,” she lied.
“You should go home, I think Harry left for a lunch meeting,” Niall explained.
“He left?” She asked quietly.
Niall smirked biting his lip. “Sorry, darling. He pushed the lunch meeting to today so he could go to the hospital with you the other day.”
She hated when he did that.
“Okay,” she sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.”
She gathered her belongings trying to feel less ridiculous but unable to quell the frustration she felt. “Call me if you need something,” she reminded him.
“Always, darling. Same to you,” he eyed her suspiciously.
*
Louis was glad her arm was freed of the cast. “Maybe you should get my name tattooed on it,” he suggested missing his name across the entire plaster more than he hated the reason for the cast. She snorted.
Eleanor was still at work, but Louis returned to their place early per her request. They sat on the sofa, watching a movie and snacking on popcorn and candy. “Do you want to tell me why I left work early?” He asked.
She shook her head. “It’s stupid.”
“Trouble in paradise?” He questioned.
“Drop it, Louis,” she muttered stuffing a handful of popcorn in her mouth.
He did.
For like four minutes. “Did Harry mess up?”
She shook her head. “It’s nothing Louis, I’m being ridiculous.”
Another minute. “Are you finally mad about him breaking your arm?”
“Can you not be a child for like, five minutes?”
“Probably not.”
She sighed and pressed her palms against the length of her face and kept them over her eyes. “Harry’s ex cut my cast off,” she mumbled. “She was beautiful and nice,” she explained. “It was so humbling. I’m nothing like her. She was this dainty fairy and I looked like a potato farmer in comparison,” she sighed.
“Babe,” Louis frowned. His voice was gentle. Him acting like a child finally ceased. “Obviously I’m still mad at Harry—”
“Stupid,” she grumbled.
“–But that man loves you more than anyone has ever loved anybody. Except me with El of course,” he reminded her. “There’s a reason they didn’t work out.”
She bit the inside corner of her lip and tried to stop the feeling of tears in her eyes from surfacing. “She was so pretty, Louis,” she whispered. “It wasn’t even close.”
“But Harry loves you,” he repeated. “I know I’m being a little ridiculous about my frustration toward him, but honestly, there’s no one I trust with you more than him. He would probably break every bone in his body for you still.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“I think you should talk to him.”
“No way,” she snorted. “Do you know how embarrassing that would be? And pathetic.”
Louis laughed. “The man has literally fired his best friend over jealousy of you. This is nothing,” he promised with a shake of his head. Her phone vibrated with a message. “Speak of the devil?” Louis asked. She ignored him reading the message from Harry.
Niall said you weren’t feeling well. Hope everything is okay... Let me know what you want for dinner. See you later, kitten xx Tell Louis I said hi (and I’m sorry.)
“Can you imagine your ex-boyfriend doing that for you?” Louis asked reading over her shoulder.
She sighed and put her phone faced down. “Just tell him?”
Louis nodded. “Communication, babe. You might even get to have really hot sex after too.”
She spared her best friend of the details that all of their sex was really hot.
*
Harry had laid out a feast for the two of them when she arrived home. “Whoa, it smells good in here,” she called from the entryway kicking her shoes off. The relief flooded him. Niall told him she left early while he was gone, and it made him almost crazy immediately. It shouldn’t have, he had her location (she had his too) and he knew she was at Louis’...but it was more than that. She had been off all weekend. Less chatty with him. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes which always happened right before she got sick. She had gotten a nasty cold twice since he knew her, and he also remembered her cycle messing with her regular, adorable self.
He hurried around the corner to look at her. She was in a black turtleneck with a pair of tweed overalls. She was so pretty it hurt his chest and he had seen her at work, and he still felt speechless. As much as he loved to get a peek at her cleavage, he thought the turtleneck was so sexy and she looked like a princess. Her hair was twisted in a clip, a few pieces falling forward to frame her face. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked. “Are you okay?”
“God, you’re beautiful,” he sighed dreamily.
She laughed and looked at her feet briefly, her face warming at his compliment. “Thank you, baby.”
He pulled her into his chest and kissed the top of her head. “Are y’okay?” He asked. “M’worried. Y’were a little off all weekend. Like when y’get sick. I made y’some comfort food,” he explained. She nodded against his chest. He had swapped out his work clothes for a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.
“M’fine,” she murmured in his shirt. She inhaled his heavenly scent and tried to steel herself to be brave and have the conversation she needed to have.
“Yeah? Y’seem sad, kitten. Tell me s’matter and I’ll fix it.”
She bit the inside of her lip. Part of her knew it would break Harry’s heart for her feelings of inadequacy. He had done nothing but adore her and she knew that. It was just... well, she couldn’t help the shake to her confidence (or lack thereof) seeing the pretty, nice girl who knew Harry intimately. “Is dinner ready or can we sit outside for a minute?” She asked. With her face still pressed to his chest, her body caged in his arms, she could feel his heartbeat flutter. She thought it was weird.
“We can sit outside,” he murmured and released everything but her hand and tugged her to the cold bed outside. Harry flipped on the heated lamp and aimed it toward the bed. She pulled a blanket from the basket near the swinging furniture and climbed onto the mattress. She waited for Harry to join her and wrapped the blanket around him, especially with his short sleeves.
“I have to tell—”
“Are you breaking up with me?” He blurted.
“Oh, for the love of God,” she rolled her eyes. “No Harry, of course not. You’re stuck with me,” she gave him a squeeze now understanding the flutter of his heart against her cheek was anxiety.
His relief deflated out of him in a sigh. “Oh,” he sighed. “Then what’s wrong?” He frowned. She closed her eyes and tucked her face into his collarbone. He rubbed her back soothingly, brushed his lips on her hairline. “Kitten,” he murmured. “Y’can tell me anything. M’sorry you’re upset—”
“I’m jealous,” she whispered.
He blinked, pulled back a bit from her so he could peer awkwardly at her face. “Jealous?” He repeated.
She closed her eyes and nodded. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
“Jealous of what?”
“Soph,” her voice was so quiet Harry wasn’t sure he heard her right.
“Who?”
“Oh, stop it, Harry,” she grumbled.
“Kitten, I have no idea who you’re—oh. Oh,” there was a long pause. “You’ve been upset since Thursday?” He asked. “Why didn’t y’tell me?”
“Cause it’s embarrassing.”
He snorted. “Kitten, I fired m’best friend in a jealous rage,” he reminded her. “Y’have nothing on me.” She imagined when she told Louis about this, that not even the embarrassment she felt would feel as bad as Louis’ smug I told you so. “Did I do something t’make y’uncomfortable?” He asked. She could see his mind spinning thinking back to Thursday and the entire interaction.
“Harry,” she sighed and looked at his green eyes filled with concern for her. His gaze was gentle. It felt like a hug in itself just to be looked at him. “She is so pretty.”
“So?”
He was going to make her say it. “I look nothing like her,” she whispered.
“Well, ‘course not. You are much more beautiful,” he shrugged casually.
“Harry,” she whined and pressed her face into his chest.
“Are you jealous because you think she’s prettier?” He asked, tilting her warm-shamed face back up to look at her with those beautiful eyes. “Kitten,” he frowned.
“I am not jealous because I think she’s prettier,” she grumbled and looked down at her nose to avoid his gaze. “I know she’s prettier,” she mumbled.
He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “Kitten, s’absolutely wrong,” he promised. “You are infinitely more beautiful than her. Look at how pretty y’look right now. And every time y’hold a door open for someone? Or how you jus’ know what I need in every meeting before I do. Or for anyone. The kindness y’have for everyone you meet. You were jealous of her and y’still told her where t’get her nails done,” he reminded her. “She would never do that. She’s pretty and nice but there is no comparison t’you, my love. We dated ages ago and it didn’t work. S'no reason t'be jealous of her.”
“I know but—”
“Kitten, I don’t think you would ever make out with someone else while we were dating; even if y’were drunk and at a college party,” he explained silencing her completely. Her lips parted slightly in surprise trying to process it. “We were at different stages in life. I was too busy for a girlfriend while m’company was starting. She wanted t'have fun in college. M’glad she’s happy. But when she told me she kissed someone else, I was relieved,” he explained. “It hurt a bit, but it was jus’ easier t’let go of something I knew wasn’t really right for me.”
“She made out with someone else?” She asked in shock. “How could she do that while dating you?”
Harry laughed loudly. He nuzzled his face against her ear and kissed the side of her head. “S’exactly why I know y’have nothing t’be jealous of, kitten,” he whispered. “M’so in love with you. I think if y'made out with someone else, I would probably kill him,” he admitted. “I didn’t feel that way with her,” he was quiet for a few moments. “Does that make y’feel better?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“M’sorry if I didn’t make y’feel beautiful or perfect, kitten. Y’very much are. Think I’d lose m’mind without you.”
She frowned slightly. “You always make me feel beautiful.”
“S’because you are,” he murmured and kissed her softly on the lips until he pulled away and kissed her forehead. “Y’ready for dinner?” He asked.
She nodded, but stopped him before he fully climbed off the bed. She gabbed his face and kissed him again, a smile on his lips as he kissed her back. “I love you,” she sighed softly when she broke away. His gaze was soft looking at her eyes again.
“Say it again,” he whispered, making her giggle.
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Harry & Y/N have been practically perfect roommates for several years but the appearance of a hot new neighbor creates an unexpected shift in their relationship.
WC: 17K! Maybe open it on a browser instead of the app? Sorryyy.
WARNINGS: jealousy, MMF threes*me, an*l, unprotected s*x. There’s also a same sex smut scene (JIC someone doesn’t like reading that).
Y/N and Harry  have been roommates for a few years now. He's a struggling musician and she's a struggling actress, they met when they were sub-ing at the same school. Realizing they were in the same boat led to a friendship and after her longtime boyfriend ended things she had no idea where to go, concurrently, Harry's lease on his studio was up and well, they both decided to save some money and be roomies.
Things were great with Harry. They're both considerate, tidy, punctual with payments. They both like the same drinks and same kinds of foods, the same shows and decor style. In reality everything has been sort of a dream because it's been smooth sailing. They share practically everything and it is perfect to get along that well with your roommate.
Romantically, they both have their own lives and steer clear when the hookups come over. Sure, she and Harry have hooked up on occasion (she really understood that his hooks ups weren't just putting on a show after that first time), but neither of them ever felt the need to talk about it as more and they're both just fine with that. They are attracted to each other and all that, but things between them has never gotten to a degree where they feel concerned that their relationship is changing.
On this particular day, Harry came in from his run and was pulling out his earphones to see Y/N in the kitchen making breakfast.
"Hey, looks like we're getting a new neighbor in 319." he said and she smiled excitedly.
"Oh good, that little prick Nolan won't be ding-dong ditching us anymore." she beamed.
"I know, thank fuck." he chuckled and just then she went over to the fridge and bent into it to grab something and Harry bit his lip and felt the blood start flowing to his cock when her shirt rode up just enough to tease him with the sight of her bare ass and pussy under the oversized shirt, "Jesus, Y/N..." he groaned and looked down at the growing outline of his stiff cock in his running shorts.
"What?" she asked shooting up and turning around.
"You just flashed me your whole fucking pussy is what." he whined and she turned and rolled her eyes when she saw he was all hard.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." she giggled apologetically.
"Right. Well, I'm gonna go handle this." he hummed, "Make me an omelet too, please? Ex-"
"Extra bell peppers and mushrooms, I know." she smiled and he shot her a wink and headed off to shower. He came back in just some white, tight-ass briefs and she knew he was just trying to get back at her and they ate breakfast that way. 
The day was slipping away from them as they were just having a lazy Saturday in. Currently, Harry was laid between Y/N's legs as her fingers wove through his soft curls, they were both watching the Tinder Swindler and very harshly judging the women that had fallen victim to this man, because really, why would anyone with common sense give thousands of dollars to a man they met on Tinder? It was ridiculous.
"We should introduce ourselves to the new neighbor." she thought aloud.
"Today?"
"Yeah, in the evening once they are mostly settled in. We can bake something."
"That sounds like a bad idea. What if they have a gluten intolerance or they're vegan and you give them diarrhea?" he asked and she scoffed.
"You're ridiculous. It's just to be nice and I know where you're going with this. You're just trying to come up with an excuse for me to go to The Good Good but I can't show my face there, Harry. I won't."
"Oh my god, what if she doesn't even work there anymore?" He mumbled. Y/N had a hook-up gone wrong with a girl who worked there a few months ago and as much as she loved their baked goods, there was no way she could ever go back and risk seeing her. Harry needed Y/N to go because he drove a motorcycle and he couldn't possibly take the motorcycle and pick things up and well, Harry hated going in the car by himself because he would be stuck if there was traffic - hence him having a motorcycle. He needed her to go so that they could get in the carpool lane, "It wasn't even that bad, things slip around down there and you just accidentally put it in the wrong hole-"
"She was crying, Harry."
"When I went to check on her she said she was OK, just startled" he recalled, "Anyway, those blueberry poppy muffins are to die for. Please, think of the new neighbor. And think of the delicious blueberry crumble pie..." he hummed and she sighed dramatically.
"I'm not going inside." she said and he smiled but agreed he'd go in alone.
They got dressed and made the drive out to the vegan bakery and bought a few things for the new neighbor and for themselves. Y/N had been right, the girl, who he now knew was named Summer was in fact working there and she did in fact recognize Harry because upon seeing him her eyes went wide and her face beet red and that was the end of it. Harry did tell Y/N and once again, she was mortified just hearing the girl's reaction.
It was around 7:30 when they decided to walk the few doors down and meet the new neighbor. Neither of them were sure what to expect, their building and neighborhood was rather diverse. Harry knocked and then stepped back and after a few moments the door was opening up and Y/N and Harry practically swooned at the man before them. He was tall and handsome and they weren't really expecting that.
"Hi." He said with a timid smile as he looked from Y/N to Harry.
"Hi." Y/N said softly and paused again.
"We live in 315, just two doors down from you." Harry spoke up, "We brought you pastries to say welcome. They're gluten free and vegan, just in case!" Harry threw in, just as stunned as Y/N by this man.
"That's very sweet of you, thank you." he said with a friendly smile, but he had a slight accent as he spoke and even that was sexy, "I'm Santiago, but you can call me Santi too, either way." he said and they both nodded and he smirked, he was used to this kind of thing, "And your names are?" he chuckled.
"Right! I'm Y/N and this is Harry." she smiled.
"We're roommates." Harry added in quickly and Y/N almost rolled her eyes. He was so keen and far too obvious.
"Nice, have you lived here long?" he asked Y/N, subtly looking her over and Harry noticed and it made him a little bit jealous.
"Like three years?" Harry butted in to answer the question, returning Santi's attention back to him and then he went off about the vibe of the building and the neighborhood. As Harry went on and on Y/N noticed Santi discretely check Harry out and it she bit her lip, she understood Santi in this moment very well. They were both hot as fuck, but she saw him looking at her too and as much as she loved Harry, this one was hers.
They chatted a bit more and Santi shared that he was new to town in general so they talked about how they should hang out sometime after he was settled so he could meet more people if he wanted. He agreed and overall was very friendly and soon they were saying their goodbyes before started to head off.
"Ummm, are you forgetting something?" Santi asked with a chuckle and Y/N looked at him confused and he glanced down at the box in her hands.
"Oh my gosh, of course! Here you go, neighbor!" she chuckled nervously as his eyes met hers and handed over the box.
"Thank you, neighbor." Santi said with a wink and Y/N smiled. Harry rolled his eyes at the little exchange, "I'll be seeing you around." he assured her and Y/N nodded, which again made Harry roll his eyes.
"Good night!" she and Harry exclaimed as they walked off and soon heard the door shut. "OK... I was not expecting that." she said as they made the short walk to their apartment.
"I know, he was so fucking fit." Harry said and Y/N nodded, locking their door behind them.
"Can we agree that he was flirting a little with me?" she asked Harry, eyes narrowed, "Like just a little." she said as they walked into their kitchen.
"Ummm,  I think he was just being really nice because you could barely speak when you first saw him and he probably just felt a little bad for you. Thenthe whole thing with the box, I think he caught on that you were just playing dumb about it." Harry chuckled, still feeling a little jealous that Santi told Y/N that he'd be seeing her around. What did that mean?
"OK ouch! I was not playing dumb I genuinely forgot the box was in my hands! And I think the one so desperate throwing out any signals known to mankind was you with your little "we're roommates" thing. You literally could not have said that any faster, even I was shocked!" she cackled and Harry pouted, he had been so quick with that, hadn't he? His face had gone pink as he recalled and Y/N reached out to his cheek and rubbed gently, "Sorry H, didn't mean to embarrass you." she apologized. 
That's one thing Harry loved about Y/N, she was always the first to apologize when something went wrong or bring up an issue that was bugging her. Harry was very self-aware and he knew that at times he could be difficult and mean, like now, when out of jealousy he told Y/N that their hot neighbor felt sorry for her. He often times had to swallow down his pride and just say sorry. She had been so excited and he totally shit all over it. 
"It's alright. I'm sorry too, Santi was flirting with you." he said, "I was just being jealous." he mumbled and Y/N smiled softly.
"Well it's not like he didn't check you out either. Saw it with my own two eyes." she reassured him and Harry appeared excited now.
"Really?" he asked and she nodded, "Hmmm..."
"Yeah and really, if you're that interested in him you can go for it. Don't want to stir up trouble with us over some guy." she said with a shrug.
"But he flirted with you." Harry pointed out.
"Well, if he keeps flirting with me then we'll know he's not into guys and if it's OK with you, I will shoot my shot." she said, "Does that sound OK?" 
"Yeah, sounds good." Harry smiled.
Y/N was just really agreeable and thoughtful. Not that Harry couldn't be, but he was just a little bit selfish and this wouldn't be the first time that she'd given up something to make Harry happy. What helped her the most was that she wasn't really the jealous type or territorial over things, unlike him.
Harry remembers that after the first time they had hooked up he was coming home as she was heading out for a date and he got upset and jealous over it. Hooking up with Y/N was different because they were friends and roommates, he loved her to some extent and the potential of someone swooping in and taking his best friend/roommate/ someone he could potentially hook up with (regularly) away from him made him jealous and territorial. 
When Y/N came back in the morning he ensured that his hookup was still there and he did something he never did, he made her breakfast and Y/N walked in on them eating. The girl started freaking out because she thought that Y/N was Harry's girlfriend and he was sort of expecting her to go along with it, it was some theatrical thing they had done before when a hookup had overstayed their welcome. But instead she quickly assured her that they were just roommates  before slipping off to take a shower. Y/N emerged from her bedroom about an hour later, the girl long gone and Y/N looked surprised and he recalled her saying that she'd never seen him make breakfast for a girl so she figured that he really liked her and so she went off and took her time.  After that time and a few other experiments Harry discovered that she just wasn't the jealous type and she often, unselfishly put his needs over her own.
*********
It had been a few weeks since Santi moved in and as it turns out, he joined the same yoga class Harry went to a few times a week. They had gotten to know each other a little more and had gone out for coffees or smoothies after and unmistakably, Santi would flirt with Harry. He'd look him over for a little too long, he'd compliment him in ways that made Harry's tummy flutter and it was exciting. He did ask about Y/N every time though. Mentioned he had seen her in the parking garage once but she took off before he could say hello. He was sending mixed signals. Currently, Harry was walking back with Santi from the cafe just a block or two away from their building and then his apple watch was constantly lighting up with notifications from Y/N.
Y/N 🍑💛:
OH MY GOD, H!
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!
YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST DISCOVERED!
WHY ARE YOU OUT BEFORE 8 IN THE MORNING?!?!
YOU NEED TO GET HERE! NOW!
"Is everything OK?" Santi asked Harry.
"Yeah, just Y/N's freaking out about something." he explained as he fished for his phone in his pocket.
"Is she alright?"
"I think so." Harry chuckled, "Just excited over something." he assured and Santi nodded, "Sorry, give me a sec." he said before starting to type out his response.
HARRY 🦚:
What is it?
I went to the 6:30 yoga session with Santi and then we grabbed coffee and we're walking back now.
Y/N 🍑💛:
Well, it's about Santi - something I discovered! Don't invite him in!
HARRY🦚:
Ummm, what? Should I run away?!?
Y/N 🍑💛:
No, it's nothing bad! Just... surprising. I just don't want to bring it up while you're with him because knowing how dramatic you can be...
JUST HURRY UP AND GET HERE!
Harry laughed and locked his phone.
"She's OK?"
"Yeah, just needs help with something. I told her we're almost there." he assured Santi who smiled.
"OK, that's good." he said, "I was ummm, wondering if you both wanted to stop by for breakfast in a little while" he asked Harry.
"Yeah, we'd love to." Harry smiled as they rounded the corner to their street.
"Perfect." Santi smiled and they stayed quiet for a few moments, "So, you and Y/N really are not a couple?" he asked Harry. They hadn't ever really talked about their dynamic before and he felt that maybe Santi was going to ask him about asking her out and he started getting jealous over her, the familiar feeling prickling his stomach uncomfortably.
"No, we're not in a relationship." he explained, "We are a couple though, or at least we come in one." Harry chuckled, "We do everything together." he said though, a lilt to his voice to insinuate that there might be more going on underneath.
"I see." Santi hummed, "You don't like her enough to be with her?" he asked and Harry shook his head.
"No, it's not that I don't like her like that. Y/N is wonderful & beautiful but-" Harry chuckled and then Santi spoke up again, interrupting him. 
"So you like girls?" he asked and then Harry turned to him and bit his lip nervously.
"Ummm, yes. Girl, boys, everyone in between..." he said with a nervous smile and Santi nodded.
"Oh OK." he said with a smile, "Me too. Well, girls and boys.” he finished and Harry smiled.
"Well that's good to know." he said and Santi chuckled then Harry's eyes went wide, "Good to know because it's important to be aware of another person's-"
"Chill out, Harry." Santi chuckled, "It's good to know about you too." he said and Harry smiled timidly. “And Y/N?” He asked, once again, bringing her up. 
“She likes boys and girls, just like you.” He said and Santi smiled. 
“That’s good to know.” He said and once again, Harry felt jealous, but he also knew Y/N wouldn’t go for Santi if it really bugged him, “I’m from a smaller town in Mexico and there weren’t many people like me. So it’s good to have friends who understand and see the world like me.” He explained and Harry decided to stop being a selfish little prick for now and hear Santi out as they made their way up to their apartments. Once they reached their floor Harry promised they'd be over around 9:30 and they each headed to their respective homes. 
"Y/N, I'm back!" Harry called out and in seconds she was rushing out.
"I stumbled upon something..." she said and brought her phone up to Harry's face, "Santi, is a camboy!!!!" she whisper shouted. 
"I feel like we shouldn't dig into this." Harry said and Y/N sighed.
"I know. I wasn't digging around, I was just looking him up on Instagram to add him and the second account has Santi in the username, so that's the one I clicked." she explained, "And then i saw...well, that." she bit her lip and Harry was just looking at the top row of the grid, "You can scroll." she said and he looked to her nervously, "Actually you should scroll." she said and he used his thumb to look through the pictures, his lip bitten between his teeth. This man was on another level of hot. And as he scrolled yet again there was a picture of him grabbing another man by the throat and Y/N glanced to Harry, his pupils blown wide now.
"Holy shit." he said.
"I KNOW!" she whispered, "That one got to me too." she said and he chuckled.
"Yeah." he sighed, "Well we need to not look at that ever again." he said, "Unless he talks to us about it." he said, "Also, he's invited us over for breakfast at 9:30."
"Oh god..." she whined and he grinned,
"That's what you get for snooping, love." he teased.
"I wasn't snooping! I just wanted to add him on Instagram." she huffed again, "Well, we've got a while before we have to be there so I'm gonna take a nap." she informed and turned to head to her room and he caught her hand, "What?" she asked.
"Wanna have a shower with me before we head over?" he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Mmmm...." she pondered aloud.
"C'mon, please? I told him 9:30 for a reason." he said, "I'll make it worth your while." he promised and she agreed and just a minute later they were under the warm stream of water washing up and stealing kisses in between.
Harry was hard and his length kept prodding at her hip so she just took him into her hand, glancing up at him as she stroked slowly. His lips were parted and breathing shallow as her thumb rubbed into the slit at the head of his cock.
"Oh shit..." he hummed and then dipped down to kiss her fervently as she continued stroking at him, "Suck my cock, love. Please, just get your mouth on me." he whispered against her mouth and she moaned and nodded. She placed a kiss over his sternum before getting on her knees and taking him in her mouth right away. 
Harry sighed in relief as her tongue rubbed into his slit, her tongue relished in the slightly salty taste of his arousal and his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling hard making her moan. The vibrations of her sounds were tickling down his stiff cock, to his balls, and somehow up to his stomach, making his abs tense as his head fell back against the shower wall. She was so fucking good with her mouth, it always got him close so fast. She had asked the first time around what felt good for him and where and now she always pulled out all of the stops. With every suck and stroke of her tongue Y/N ensured that his stomach was tingling and that he was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. Her finger nails bit into the backs of his muscular thighs as she sucked harder. He chanced looking down at her and she blinked her eyes open, somehow feeling him looking at her and he groaned again, her smile barely peeking through, but he smiled in pleasure as she took more of him.
"That's fucking good." he hummed in delight. He was getting so close, his tummy swirling with that familiar warmth that overwhelmed him when he was about to come. As it started to spread he realized that he didn't want to come in her mouth, he wanted to come inside of her. They'd done it once before, but she was being so nice and good for him that he wanted to fill her up. He tugged at her hair, "Want to be inside of you." he panted, "Need to feel you when I come." he mumbled and she pulled off immediately and reached to shut off the water and they hurried out of the shower and he picked her up and set her on the counter as he lined himself up with her opening.
He looked into her eyes and she nodded, which granted him the permission to thrust inside of her in one fluid motion. He watched with parted lips as her eyes fluttered closed and a pretty and breathy sigh flowed from her lips as he bottomed out. Harry glanced down between them to see his length fully sheathed inside of her and he grinned.
"Fuck, y'somehow always take it all in that tight, little pussy." she moaned at his words as they caused goosebumps to pimple at her skin. He ground into her, stimulating his sensitive and leaking tip right against her g-spot. He watched her face contorting in pleasure and it made him so happy to feel her clinging to him desperately as he brought her all the pleasure he could. 
He could feel her hot, tight walls pulsing around him with need, her body’s attempt of milking the cum out of his balls and putting it where it belonged, deep inside of her. He groaned as he started thrusting hard and steady and brought his fingers down to her clit and rubbed in time with his thrust until she was trembling.
"Oh my god!" she gasped as she started getting closer to her climax, "Harry!" she whimpered and he smiled as he pressed his forehead into hers.
"You're so close, love. Come for me so I can fill you up." he panted and she swallowed thickly and nodded, her eyes not leaving his as she got even closer until she just couldn't afford to keep them open anymore. Her entire body seemed to be tingling as that delicious pressure deep inside of her reached its limit and burst. Harry smiled against her lips as she just tensed up, "That's it, come for me, Y/N." He panted and she moaned out as the tidal wave of pleasure swallowed her whole. 
Y/N felt her heart pounding and her walls fluttering around Harry's cock -he always did fill her up so perfectly that it made her see stars when she came. Like now - he hadn't stopped fucking into her as he chased his own high and all she could do was hold on tight until he was panting hard against her mouth and squeezing her hips tight as she hissed from how hard he had pressed himself deep inside of her as he started to come, filling her up as he promised and pulling out gently, still smiling against her lips before he glanced down between them, already seeing his cum pooling at her entrance. He hadn't gotten himself off in several days, so it was more than usual.
"Shit, it was a lot. Hold on." he said settling her over the counter better before heading off to the toilet paper and taking a little wad of it and hurrying over to dab a bit at her opening, cleaning out what was dribbling from her swollen and pounded to heaven entrance. After a minute or so he had effectively cleaned her up and he smiled up at her, "Sorry, I made quite a mess." he hummed.
"Yeah, now get me down." she said and he helped her off the counter and held her for a moment.
"Good?" he asked her and she nodded and steered around him for a towel and as she headed off to get changed he quickly smacked her ass causing her to wince and scoff at him as he giggled.
At 9:30 sharp they were being let into Santi's apartment and he had made a delightful and delicious smelling soy-rizo scramble (which was thoughtful of him after Harry had explained that he was a vegetarian some time ago). There was coffee and he swore that the tortillas were purchased, but handmade from a restaurant he frequented. And sure enough, everything was delicious! Despite that Harry couldn't help but feel a little smug as Santi chatted up Y/N because he'd just fucked her not even an hour prior. And Y/N was just being friendly as she answered his questions. Harry knew her well and had spent plenty of time with her and he could see how she'd suppressed that charming and suave je ne sais quoi that she oozed so naturally and was just so her. Maybe to Santi it came off as naiveté, but Harry knew that she was just doing this for him, so when the opportunity arose she shifted the attention back to Harry, like any good wing-person, currently the topic of discussion was languages and Y/N had said that Harry spoke some Italian.
"Really?" Santi asked with a bright and surprised smile.
"Si." Harry chuckled and Santi chuckled, "But very basic, like enough to get around town." he explained.
"Me too, I studied a year abroad in Rome. But Italian is very smiliar to Spanish, so it wasn't too difficult for me to learn." he explained and soon they got to talking about Italy. Y/N had never been to Europe so she butted out of his one and just let them go off and tell their stories. "My goal was to become a designer and move back there. Living in Italy was the best time of my life." he stated with a fond smile. And then he asked them, "What do you do for work?" and well, apart from responding, Harry and Y/N knew that the logical next step to this was asking Santi what he did for work.
"We're substitute teachers and also do private tutoring, like help with school work." Harry said.
"Oh, what do you teach?"
"I teach and tutor English and Literature, but I also nanny at times for kids and pets." Y/N said.
"I teach sciences or history." Harry then jumped in, "And well, my goal is to be a singer though." at that, Santi's eyes lit up, "I participate in choirs and have been able to record soundtracks for films and TV with the ensemble. And then I just do open mic nights and things like that from time to time for some exposure and extra cash." he shrugged.
"Wow, that's impressive. I'd love to go see you perform sometime!" Santi said excitedly and Harry blushed and agreed that sometime he could join him and Y/N for that, "And you, Y/N? Any creative ventures for you?"
"Yeah, I act as well. I would hope to one day do something big and meaningful, maybe a play or musical or something. I don't want to be a movie star or anything too crazy, but at least be a little bit on the radar." she shrugged.
"Really? I act as well! Theatre is my biggest passion." he disclosed, "I came here trying to land some roles in some productions, we'll see how it goes." He explained.
"Oh, that's cool! Maybe we can see each other at some auditions sometime." Y/N said with a bright smile and Santi nodded.
"Yeah, ummm... can I tell you guys something?" he asked and they both nodded, acting as cool as possible, "I started camming a few months back." he confessed, “Well actually almost a year ago now that I think about it.”
"Oh really?" Harry said and Santi nodded.
"It makes me pretty good money." he said, "I'm not telling you so that you go and watch my things!" he added quickly, "But just so that you know. I have an instagram page so you may run into that." he explained and they both nodded, "I hope that doesn't make you feel strange around me or change things with us." he said and they both smiled and shook their heads.
"Not at all, Santi! You're doing this on your terms and not getting scammed by the porn industry. One time I was so desperate that I sold a guy feet pics to see Fleetwood Mac at the Forum in the pit." Y/N said.
"She got scammed, the man had no tickets and she ruined the opportunity for both of us." Harry butted in and they all laughed at Y/N's story, "But yeah, we're all just trying to make it out here! And as long as you feel comfortable doing that then do it!" Harry encouraged him and Santi smiled.
"Good. Glad to get that off my chest." he said.
"Is that why you got a two bedroom? One room is for the cam stuff?" Y/N asked and Santi nodded, there was a beat of silence before he spoke up.
"Ummm, do you guys want to see it?" he asked and Y/N looked to Harry and then they booth looked to Santi.
"Only if you want to show us." Harry spoke up and Santi nodded and stood and they followed suit. Y/N walked behind Santi and Harry followed behind her, a reassuring hand on her hip as Santi opened up the door, flicked on the light and stepped aside to let them in. 
Harry squeezed Y/N's hip as he caught a glimpse of the swing on one corner of the room. Santi didn't miss the way Harry was holding on to her as he looked around. There was also a bed in there, maybe full sized, but there were restraints on the posts. The closet was open and there were drawers and chests in there, probably filled with accessories and toys. Y/N looked around with a bitten lip, she wasn't sure what to say, this was so much to take in.
Santi looked over both Y/N and Harry. They were both extremely attractive, he loved that Y/N was a little nervous around him and at first he thought it was an act, but she was just that affected by him. It made him curious about her persona in bed; she seemed the type to give in and be pliant to a more dominant partner. Harry looked like a statue he'd seen in Italy, he was carved to perfection. Especially seeing him in yoga made him more attracted to him. He was confident and friendly and so clearly a protector, as he held Y/N to reassure her. He wanted a taste of each of them and he wasn't sure if he should pursue it or not. He also wondered if they had ever slept together, they were awfully close. But if they had slept together they probably would've been more jealous or attached to each other. Santi wanted to tread lightly because he didn't want to come between such an obviously functional arrangement.
"This is crazy and impressive..." Y/N finally said and Santi chuckled. She leaned in closer to Harry when he squeezed her hip again.
"It took some time to collect everything, but ummm, yeah this is my...workspace." he said timidly. They headed back to his living room and Y/N had tons of questions about how he went about this. Did he do private things, how often did he collaborate with others. It made Harry a bit nervous that she seemed to interested in this. 
Eventually they changed the topic and chatted about more normal things and after about another hour Y/N and Harry were getting ready to go and he was walking them over to the door.
"Thanks for having us, everything was great." Harry said as he hugged Sant goodbye.
"Thank you for coming." he assured and then went to hug Y/N.
"Next time you come to ours, OK?" Y/N smiled as she hugged him and he chuckled.
"I'd love that." he assured and they started walking away, "Ummm, Y/N!" He called after her and she looked to Harry who just signaled with his head for her to go back over and he just waved before heading into their apartment.
"Yeah?" she asked with a friendly smile.
"As you probably know, Harry and I have been spending a lot of time getting to know each other from yoga and the coffee shop and I haven't really had the chance of getting to know you like that. It seems like you avoid me sometimes, have I done something to put you off or?" he asked.
"Oh no, not at all! Harry's definitely the more social one of us two is what it is." she fibbed and he chuckled.
"Well, I was wondering, if you're not busy tomorrow, if you wanted to go have dinner. Just us." he said and Y/N frowned a bit.
"Oh, I do have plans tomorrow. How about I let you know when I'm next available?" she asked and he smiled.
"Yes, that sounds perfect." he assured and she smiled, "Let me give you my number." he said and she handed over her phone, "I mean, you could also ask Harry for it, but now you have it from me." he said as he typed it in and then handed back the phone.
"I will let you know, OK?" She smiled and he nodded.
"Ummm, I'm sure you hear this a lot, but you're very beautiful and sweet and I'm just curious about you." he explained, "But I mean, I also like Harry, he's very attractive and kind and friendly, he's been such a great friend. I just hope that you both see that I am not trying to complicate your dynamic, I just want to get to know each of you better."
"I understand, thank you for explaining that. Between us, Harry is a little jealous over his friends and even his romantic partners, so I also don't want to make him feel like I'm trying to come between the friendship and routine you have together. I realize it's platonic, but I just don't want him to think that he's competing for something." she explained.
"Oh OK, thank you for explaining that too. I would hate to do something to offend and upset him. He is very special to me as well." Santi assured and Y/N smiled.
"Lovely, well glad we're on the same page with that. Thank you again for breakfast and everything else." she grinned and he chuckled.
"Yeah, of course. Have a good day."
"You too, Santi. Thanks again!" she said and headed back to her apartment. As soon as she closed the door she knew Harry would be moping around in his room, so she headed there directly and sure enough, there he was, jaw clenched as he scrolled through his phone.
"Hey." she spoke gently and he spared her a glance before looking back to his phone and she smiled. "I'm gonna lay next to you, OK?" she warned and he said nothing. "Are you gonna hear me out or just assume I broke my promise so that I could have a chance at getting demolished on that sex swing?" she asked and that made him turn to her and scoff and she giggled.
"What did he want?"
"He just thought I was mad at him because I kind of avoid him and he wanted to know if I would be interested in having dinner with him tomorrow - just as friends though. I told him I have plans tomorrow and can't but that I'd let him know."
"Well if you say no he'll think that you are mad at him or something." Harry said and she hummed in agreement. Harry wasn't jealous of Y/N, he was jealous over her now. Why was Santi so interested in getting to know her? Was he going to take her from him?
"Yeah, but what we have going matters more to me. We're the ones that live together." she reminded.
"I don't want to be like this. Like it shouldn't matter that you are friends with him, I'm just being ridiculous." he said and she smiled.
"Just a little bit." she agreed and he smiled down at his hands.
"I mean, I do trust you. And I saw how elusive you were being over breakfast, disarming his flirtations." Harry said and she smiled.
"Yeah, of course. I promised I would!" she said and Harry smiled.
"You're literally the best person I know." He said and she rolled her eyes, "Seriously though. And I think I need to be more like you and step 1 of that is telling you that you should hang out with Santi one-on-one."
"You sure?" she asked and he nodded, "OK, but I'll make it like Wednesday or Thursday, it's not even remotely confused as a date if it's on a weekday." she said to Harry.
"I don't think the day matters, but thanks for the effort." he said and she giggled before cuddling into his side.
"H, for the millionth time, you don't need to get jealous for anything. You're the whole fucking package and completely irreplaceable. I know that and I'm sure Santi does too." she said and he sighed.
"It's not that I'm insecure. It's more the concern that I'll lose you or him to each other. You're my best friend. You mean everything to me and you've gotten to know me so well. You're too kind and patient with me, love. I wouldn't get that anywhere else, people would get fed up with me and drop me after witnessing all my antics." he said and she giggled.
"You are quite the handful, but I don't mind it one bit. You mean everything to me too." she assured and he then placed a kiss on her head and hugged her close.
“Should we watch What We Do in the Shadows or Ted Lasso?” He asked lowly.
“I already told you that we’ll only re-watch Ted Lasso when you grow a mustache again.” and he chuckled.
“You really liked it that much, huh?”
“Yeah, I did. Mustache you was another breed of you. You were a lot more cocky too, it was hot.” She mused and he pulled away from her to look at her better.
“So I’m not hot without the mustache?” He asked in slight offense.
“You certainly are! But it was different. It’s like I was living with someone else for a time! It was exciting! Also to be fair we were shut in, so maybe I’m remembering it a lot more fondly than it actually was.” She hummed, squinting her eyes as if that would help her memory.
“No, I think your recollection of it is about right. You were enjoying yourself far too much.” He teased and she giggled. Yeah, he had been going down on her a lot during that time. It was amazing.
Eventually they settled on a completely different show and just lazed around until Harry had to go to a client’s tutoring session. Y/N was looking at her nannying apps to see if anyone was looking for some help and she saw that someone urgently needed dog sitting for the next night in Brentwood - that’s where a lot of famous people lived so she knew the compensation would be good if she built a loyal customer out of them. So she responded to their posting and now had an alibi for declining Santi's dinner invitation but then proposed the day after - a Wednesday and he promptly agreed.
********
Y/N did feel a bit nervous about going to dinner with Santi. Sure, he said he had no ulterior motives apart from getting to know her better, but she didn't know him all that well and for all she knew he could be lying to her. There really was only one way to find out. Harry was working tonight, one of his client's parents was throwing a little "study party" for their son's math midterm and Harry was getting paid a pretty penny to help and review Algebra concepts with seven 9th graders, so he wasn't around for moral support, but she did let him know when she headed out.
Naturally, Santi & Y/N carpooled to dinner. He had taken her to a nice little Mexican place called La Cha Cha Cha, a lovely little rooftop restaurant in the L.A. Arts District. They did have a lovely time and even had a couple of drinks as they chatted. Time really escaped them and it was already nearing 8pm when they ended up ordering a dessert to share because they were too full to order individual ones and they both wanted the same thing, so as the server came by and placed the plate between them Y/N spoke up.
"Excuse me, can I place an order to go, please?"
"Yeah, of course!" the young man said and she soon ordered the  mushroom tacos and a side of guacamole for Harry (it had to be for him, it was the only vegetarian dish on the menu) and the young man promised to have it ready in about 15 minutes for her and she thanked him. 
The entire time this unfolded before him, Santi just took it in. She hadn't even asked Harry if he wanted anything, if he recalls correctly - she had never pulled out her phone and he knew that Harry had been gone since about 4:30 that afternoon, she had told him in the car and well, their dinner location was a surprise. She at least had to have feelings for him as more than a friend.
"You're very considerate, you know?" he said and she looked confused, "Ordering dinner for Harry." he said.
"How do you know it's not for me? You know, in case I get hungry later?" she asked and he just gave her a disbelieving look and she giggled.
"Harry told me that there's nothing going on between you. That's you're just friends." he said factually and tried to read her face. Wanted to see if she looked sad or offended or confused, but her expression was unwavering, "You're really not in a relationship?" he asked and she giggled.
"No, we're really not!" she assured, "Is it really so hard to believe that?" she asked and he shrugged.
"Sometimes." he smiled.
"Sometimes? What gives that vibe?" she asked.
"You're very close. And I mean when you were over for breakfast and I showed you both my...room..." he said, "He was holding you, like he wanted to make sure you were OK. And well, he talks about you a lot and he thinks you're beautiful." he said and Y/N smiled.
"He fucking better." she said and Santi smiled, "I mean, I think he's beautiful too. And well, we've been friends a long time and roommates for many years, we just get along really well and we take care of each other. We think about each other and how to keep each other happy because we live together and it's important to do that. To keep each other happy." she explained with a smile.
"Well, that is true." he chuckled. Harry's food was soon dropped off and the drive back was filled with chatter. 
Santi and Y/N had a lot in common and he was easy and fun to talk to. They had a lot of chemistry and he found it exciting that she wasn't actually all that shy or nervous. It seemed that at first she had been holding back. When they finally got into the parking garage at their building he let her out of the car and as she hopped down and they made some small talk as they rode up to their floor. Then, they hugged goodbye and she made her way inside seeing the TV in the living room on and she saw Harry immediately shoot up from the couch and she gasped.
"Jesus." she exclaimed as she slipped her shoes off and headed over to the living room. 
"Took you fucking long enough." he mumbled as she set the food bag she'd brought for him over.
"I brought you some tacos." she said and he reached for the food bag and started unpacking it.
"Thanks. What took so long?" he asked.
"We just had a lot to talk about.” she said looking down at him.
“So he likes you... he's always asking about you." he mumbled and she sighed. “I mean, if he likes you and you like him then maybe you should just...go out or something." he mumbled as he unpacked his food.
“Oh c’mon H, don’t be like that. If you like him just make you move! The worst thing that can happen is he says he’s not into you. But I think he is.” She said with a smile.
“Fine…” he said before he started to eat.
******
It had been a day like any other, except today Harry and Santi had forgone yoga for a swim at the gym Harry attended. They had plans to all have breakfast together at Harry and Y/N’s place, so once they finished up their swim and had a quick shower at they gym they headed back to their complex. When they arrived, Harry was expecting Y/N to be in and have started on breakfast but she was gone and there was a note on their little whiteboard fridge that she had been called to substitute last minute. She had left out all the ingredients for the pancakes though, which was sweet of her.
“Well, looks like it’s just going to be us. Y/N got called in to teach.” He said to Santi.
“Aw, well there will be a next time.” He said, “Is there anything I can help you with?” He asked.
“Yeah, can you cut up the fruit she left in the strainer please? I can get started on the pancakes.” Harry said and soon they were both working in the kitchen as they talked and laughed a bit. Harry was feeling a little bit nervous because he wanted to make his move on Santi. He was super attracted to him and he had enjoyed getting to know him so far, he hadn’t gone as far as thinking about dating or a relationship, but he was definitely interested in hooking up with him. As they talked and ate they had exchanged some pretty intense eye contact and the tension was nearly palpable. And now Santi was leaving and Harry had not mustered the courage to make any move.
Santi had been waiting for Harry to do something, he seemed to be burning up inside. Maybe he had the dynamics all wrong, it appeared that she shy one was Harry. He seemed to be a lot more relaxed with Y/N around and now that he thought of it, usually she was the one encouraging him to speak his mind and spinning the conversation back towards him. So maybe he should be the one to just bite the bullet. Harry was walking him over to the front door, chuckling as he told him a story about how he and Y/N’s dramatic conversation ended up in an Overheard: LA post. Santi chuckled along as Harry showed him the post and then he put away his phone as their laughter died down.
“Well, thank you for having me over. I always have a good time with you.” Santi said and Harry’s cheeks went pink at the compliment.
“Me too.” Harry assured with a smile as his eyes locked on Santi’s before they flickered down to his lips for just a moment. It was adorable, how nervous Harry was and so Santi grabbed his chin and leaned in, it didn’t even take Harry a second to close the gap as their lips met in a soft and sweet kiss before they pulled back and Harry was feeling over the moon, a big giddy smile adorned his handsome face and Santi chuckled into the little space between them.
“Sorry, but you were taking too long to just do it.” He said softly and Harry chuckled nervously.
“I know, I just get a little nervous to make a move.” He confessed and Santi smiled.
“Well, it’s good to know that.” Santi said and Harry hummed, letting his nose skim along Santi’s, silently asking for more, which made him smirk as he leaned in just a little more and before Harry could fully close the gap he reared back and Harry huffed, his pretty green eyes looking into Santi’s big, light brown eyes.
“Please?” Harry asked softly and this seemed to light Santi’s fire because next thing they were falling back into Harry and Y/N’s apartment, their weight against the front door caused it to shut loudly and they didn’t even bother with locking it as Harry pulled Santi along to his room. Harry tore off his shirt and then Santi’s before they stumbled onto the bed, hips grinding against each others as their lips met with urgency. 
Harry’s entire body tingled in anticipation as Santi’s lips traveled down his jaw as his hand smoothed down his abs and finally, his fingers lingered and teased at the ruched band of his shorts. His chest was rising and falling markedly as he felt his fingertips slightly dipping under the material. He felt like he was being tortured as they kissed and his teasing actions were making him lose his cool. He slightly bucked his hips up and he felt Santi’s lips quirk up in a grin against his own mouth.
“So needy.” He whispered and Harry pouted a bit, “That’s alright though, I can take good care of you.” Santi mumbled before fully reaching into Harry’s shorts and he was in direct contact with his leaking tip and he chuckled, “No underwear? You’re kind of a whore, aren’t you?” And Harry just nodded as his eyes stayed glued on Santi’s as he wrapped his fist around his cock, nice and tight, and he gently tugged making Harry’s legs fall wider and moan breathily at the just-right, tight grip encasing his erection. He had been waiting for this for so long and it was feeling just as amazing as he’d imagined. Santi did a little bit of a twisting motion with his wrist and he watched as Harry’s mouth fell open with a moan.
“Oh fuck…” he panted out and Santi grinned, feeling a little envious of the pleasure he was giving.
“Do you mind if I join you?” He asked and Harry quickly shook his head and in moments his own shorts were tugged down below his bum and Harry groaned at the sight of his own hard and leaky cock, he wanted to get it in his mouth, he immediately reached for it and Santi shook his head, “I’ll do it.” He said and Harry looked at him with some confusion and then Santi straddled Harry’s lap, his cock skimmed against Harry’s now that he was directly over him and Harry watched with lidded as Santi reached forward with his big hand and wrapped both his cock and Harry’s in it, stroking them together at the same time, their sensitive tips were rubbing together and they both let out deep moans at the friction. Harry couldn’t help it as his hips bucked up into Santi’s grip, “Do you have lube?” He panted and Harry nodded and Santi allowed him to roll over towards his bedside table and he pulled out a little bottle and tossed it to Santi who quickly squirted some into his hand and lathered it over his cock as Harry settled back into position and then he reached for Harry again, he was so responsive and sensitive, he grinned as he stroked at him faster, the precum slowly dribbled out of his tip and Harry’s chest was splotched all pink as he arched his back up towards him. Harry’s tummy started fluttering as the strokes at his length built his pleasure higher and higher.
“Oh shit!” He whispered and Santi grinned down at him, “Fuck I’m gonna come!” Harry warned, thrusting up into his fist, but as soon as he said the words Santi’s pace started slowing down and Harry huffed.
“Not yet.” He panted and then encased their now lubed up penises together in his fist again. He started stroking again and Santi thrust into his fist with a groan, “Fuck, you’re quite big.” He said and Harry moaned at that, “Feels good, right? Having my big dick rubbing against yours?” He panted and Harry nodded frantically, his chest heaving, “Fuck, I’m gonna come all over you.” He groaned and Harry moaned again, his head rolled to the side and looked at the empty side of the bed, for some reason he expected to see Y/N there and he bit his lip as his eyes shut tight. God, she would love this, if she could just be here and sit on his face things would be that much more perfect. Santi’s movements started to get more intense and Harry’s body tensed up in response, his fingers dug into Santi’s thighs as his high approached, making his breath catch in his throat as he moaned out.
“Fuck me…” he groaned and Santi chucked breathily.
“Are you going to come?” He asked and Harry’s brows creased as he watched their cocks rubbing together, both of them thrusting into Santi’s hand, “Hmmm?” He asked and Harry nodded, “Good, come on then.” He encouraged lowly and Harry didn’t need to be told again, he felt his balls tighten up and start to pulse as the first spurt of his cum shot out against the butterfly inked into his stomach and he let out a drawn out moan, starting to get overstimulated as Santi kept jerking them off simultaneously, “Oh my god!” He groaned and immediately his own orgasm washed over him, and as he had said before, his come dripped all over Harry, mixing with his own on his stomach. His strokes slowly down gradually until they were both panting as he removed his hand and chuckled lightly.
“Fuck…” Harry sighed with a dopey grin.
“Was that enough for now?” He asked him and Harry nodded, “Good.” Santi hummed and Harry pressed himself up on his elbows as their lips met in a slow kiss. Santi got his shorts on and went to the bathroom to grab a wipe to clean Harry off and soon they were just staring at the ceiling. Harry had a question that he had been meaning to ask Santi and so he just decided to ask it.
“Hey, so I had a question for you.”
“Yeah, what is it?” Santi asked as he turned to Harry and he sighed.
“Well, you always bring up Y/N when we talk and hang out. Are you also interested in her?” He asked and Santi smiled.
“I mean yeah, she’s really beautiful too.” He said to Harry and he nodded.
“Yeah, she’s great.” He agreed with a smile.
“I wouldn’t hook up with her though, especially if it’s going to complicate things with you guys. I think you guys have something really good going for you and I wouldn’t want to cause trouble there.” He said and Harry bit his lip for a moment.
“But you’re interested in hooking up with her.” He said and Santi chuckled.
“Well…I mean, yes. I’m attracted to her.” He said.
“I don’t know if Y/N has told you, but we have hooked up, so it’s not like we don’t understand that we can see other people.” Harry said.
“This is a little different though, just because she can share it doesn’t mean you can. She’s told me you’re quite jealous.” Santi chuckled and Harry sighed and shrugged.
“It is my cross to bear.” He confirmed with a chuckle, “But we’re not together and if you’re into her…I mean.” He said and Santi chuckled.
“Maybe, who knows. I mean, I also want to be honest with you, I’m not looking for a relationship right now. Also, I’m polyamorous so, lots of people don’t really like that, you strike me as one of them.” He teased and Harry chuckled.
“Yeah, that’s certainly not for me, but ummm, I’m also not looking for anything serious.” He assured him, “I’m just a little possessive, maybe selfish is a better word for it.” He admitted and Santi hummed in understanding.
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes in your sex life you crave what you don’t get in all of the other areas of your life. So maybe you feel like you’re always taking care of others and giving a lot of yourself so in this area of your life you want to be the center of attention?” He suggested and Harry hummed.
“Yeah actually, that’s quite accurate.” He expressed.
“I mean, for example with Y/N. From what I see she takes care of you, but you also take care of her, so how does that translate to your more intimate moments?” He asked and Harry cleared his throat.
“It varies to be quite honest, I think she likes to hook up when she’s too lazy to put in effort elsewhere. Or like if I’m craving something a little more meaningful and intimate then I tend to go to her because I trust her and I know she cares about me.” He explained.
“So you think she just fucks you out of convenience?” Santi chuckled and Harry shrugged.
“I mean, it feels that way to me at least.” He expressed and that’s when Santi knew that Harry liked Y/N more than he probably even realized, “But I get it, she’s quite selective and if you ever experience anything with her you’d understand why. She has a few reliable options that she rotates between.” He said and Santi hummed in understanding. 
“I see. Well again, if it bugs you I won’t try anything with her, OK?” He assured and Harry shook his head.
“It’s cool, Santi, it really doesn’t bother me, especially now that we’ve talked about it. My biggest concern would be losing everything we have, the sex is whatever. She’s the whole fucking package so I’m already mentally prepared to just not have access to her at all one day.” He chuckled and Santi shook his head as he laughed.
“You’re such a pessimist.”
“Hey, just preparing for the worst.” He said and Santi laughed.
“Losing Y/N would be the worst scenario for you?”
“Oh for sure.” Harry answered easily and again, Santi grinned to himself but didn’t say anything else as Harry went to turn on the TV. It seemed that he had buried his feelings for her so deep that he hadn’t even realized what he had just said.
************
Y/N had called Harry when she had wrapped up for the day to see if he had made dinner, but he said no and then told her that Santi was over. So she picked up some sushi for dinner, per Harry’s request and as soon as she arrived they rushed out to eat. They hung out for a bit longer before Y/N said her goodbyes and went to shower. It had been a long day and she had been informed at the end of the school day that she would be needed for a whole week, so she needed her rest, dealing with kids all day was rather exhausting. When she headed out of the bathroom in her bathrobe and a towel turban on her head Harry chuckled and she rolled her eyes, she went for her drawers to grab afresh pajama set, if there was one thing about Y/N it was her need for a matching pajama set, it just made her feel better as she settled into her sheets at night.
“I really like the the pink one you’ve got.” He said to her as she picked up a blue set and then smiled when she put it down and exchanged it for the one he was talking about. 
“Gonna do a face mask if you want to join me?” She said.
“Yeah, which one?”
“That catastrophe somethin’ one you like from Lush.” She said as she stepped back into the bathroom.
“Oh yeah, count me in!” He called out and then went to turn on her TV, putting on Friends for some background noise. After a few minutes she came back out, fully dressed and with her hair up in a clip and the misty blue colored mask on her face. She had a smaller clip in her hands and the mask container. Harry sat up against her head board and she climbed onto his lap quietly and smiled at him as he bowed his head to let her sweep up the longer pieces of his hair and secure them to the crown of his head with a claw clip, “Thanks.” He hummed.
“Yeah.” She responded quietly as he straightened up and she dipped three fingers into the mask and smeared the cool material on his left cheek before starting to spread it.
“Hooked up with Santi today.” He said and her eyebrows shot up as she smiled.
“Really?! Finally!” She giggled and he chuckled.
“I mean, he made the move. I kind of pussied out.” He admitted and she rolled her eyes.
“Was it good at least?” She asked him as she focused on getting the mask around his eyebrows.
“Yeah, it was really good. We didn’t have sex though.” He said with a smile, recalling all of the details, “For a second there I like looked over to the empty side of the bed and I don’t know, just felt like you were there.” He said and she giggled.
“Threesome, huh? Don’t think you’d be keen on that.” She said as she then smeared the mask on his right cheek and worked her way up.
“I’ve done it before.”
“With randos, not your friends.” She pointed out and he hummed in agreement.
“Well, I asked if he was interested in you and well, he is, obviously. But you guys can hook up if you want.” He said, eyes closed as Y/N finished smoothing the mask over his nose and then over his upper lip to finish up his face.
“There.” She said, disregarding his statement.
“I’m serious. I think I was just nervous of how that would impact our friendship, that you would replace me or something. But I mean, I trust you and I also trust him. He understands that we need to keep our relationship solid, so I know he wouldn’t do anything to come between us.” He said to Y/N.
“Well that’s good, but I won’t go out of my way to do it. If an opportunity presents mmmm, maybe, but I’m not really all that interested anymore.” She explained, “Just got it into my head that he was off limits, I guess.”
“Because I asked you to?”
“Well yeah, H. We’ve been over this.” She said to him, “It’s not a problem though.”
“Well now I feel like a dick.” He said and she giggled.
“Why?”
“Because you liked him too.”
“Oh my god, it’s not that serious, H. I thought he was hot at first sight. He’s cool, but it’s not like I like like him.” She assured him. “Besides, the more I think about it the more I come to terms with the fact that I’m kind of over hooking up with people.” She confessed.
“Really? What made you think that?” He asked.
“I realized that I use hooking up as a distraction. Because it allows me to remain stagnant as a person and isolated emotionally. I don’t have to look at my flaws or fears or concerns when it comes to emotional intimacy because it doesn’t matter, it never goes that deep. And I mean, physically I don’t really enjoy it as much as I used to, even with my regulars. Like it’s just so predictable and it does nothing to challenge me as a person. Like there’s nothing to work towards.” She said and he frowned.
“Oh wow, that’s… a lot.” He said and she nodded.
“And I don’t mean you, by the way. Our situation is different.” She said and he smiled a bit at that, “You certainly challenge me as a person.”
“Oh yeah, how’s that?” He asked.
“Every day I have to talk myself down from wanting to kill you, helps me work on my patience.” She said and he scoffed.
“I am a god damned dream and you know it.”
“More like a nightmare!” She teased and he pinched her side which made her giggle, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” She laughed, “Ya’ know I love you.” She said with a smile.
“Sure you do.” He looked down at her thighs.
“I really do, H. It’s nice to love someone who loves you back.” She said and he smiled.
“Yeah, I do love you, deep, deep down.” He grinned and she smiled.
“That’s fine, as long as it’s somewhere in there.” She assured him and he chuckled, “So with Santi…what’re you hoping to get out of it?” She asked and he sighed.
“I don’t know. I mean, I know that I’m not looking for something super serious, but he did mention that he’s polyamorous and even he was like I know that would never fly for you.” Harry said and Y/N giggled.
“He got that right!”
“You’d be OK with that?” He asked and she shook her head.
“No way, either you commit to a person or you don’t. I think it is possible to love more than one person at a time, but you always love one person more and that’s not fair to the others, not if they’re loving you fully and you’re loving them like 30%. Sounds like a lot of work too.” She said and he chuckled as he rested his hands over her thighs.
“Yeah, actually…” he mused and she smiled at him as she just took him in for a moment, he was so handsome. Flaws and all, Harry was a wonderful man and she was so glad that they were able to have this kind of relationship with each other. They complimented each other well.
“What?” He asked her and she smiled as she shook her head.
“Nothing, just looking at you and thinking about how lucky I got to meet you.” She said simply and he felt his heart skip a beat in the confines of his chest.
“You’re too sweet, Y/N. Give me more credit than I deserve.” He spoke softly as his thumbs caressed her thighs, back and forth in soothing motions and she tutted, dismissing his little self-deprecating moment.
“Did you come get in bed just because you wanted to talk about Santi or were you planning on having a sleepover with me?” She asked him.
“Both, obviously.” He said lowly.
“OK, just don’t sleep talk, s’very creepy.”
“That was one time.”
“It’s all the time, H.” She said flatly and he laughed. 
Eventually they rinsed off their masks and Y/N went to blow dry her hair a bit as Harry laid there, waiting for her to join him. Finally she had switched off her ensuite lights and was walking through the dark room, the only light was that of the TV mounted over her dresser. As soon as she settled in Harry backed up into her chest and she smiled. Sometimes he was in super snuggly moods like this and she just let him cozy up to her as he mumbled a request for her to play with his hair, she never said no to him. 
Y/N thought that he had fallen asleep, but Harry suddenly turned and hovered over her before he leaned in, breathing heavy and loud as their faces hovered closely to each other before he just connect his lips to hers in a slow and tentative kiss that kind of took her by surprise, but she easily gave in to his kiss. Harry rolled his hips down against her and she parted her lips as she breathed in a sharp breath before reaching between them, tugging away her pajama shorts and he panted as she also helped push his down until they were tangling tongues and drinking in each others moans as they toed off the clothing off of the bottom halves of their legs. He ground himself against her pussy again, his already leaking cock helped ease the glide as she grew wet for him. Her body’s response to his was so quick, he loved it. She bucked up against him, hungry for more but he lowered himself even more against her and he kissed her again with much more confidence than before, the sounds of their lips softly smacking together and their heavy and slow breaths were mixed in with the Friends episode droning on in the background. He pulled back from the kiss and she followed, searching for his lips and he smiled as he drew slightly further, teasing her until she huffed and he leaned in again, his lips skimmed against her own in feathery swipes.
“Wanna go slow?” He whispered his question against her lips. His question made her body start to buzz slightly. His request processing and eliciting a physical reaction from her, so instead of answering she draped her arm around his neck and craned her neck to capture his lips in another languid kiss, communicating to him that yes, she did want to go slow. He panted as she parted her legs, allowing his erection to slip lower and prod at her entrance, making him swallow thickly.
“Please, get inside of me.” She whispered and he nodded and gently pushed into her and they both gasped, but he kept going and in one slow thrust he had fully settled into her slick and hot pussy. They exhaled shakily as he rolled his hips into hers, not pulling out too much, but really grinding and humping his hips into hers to stimulate her g-spot and got was it working, she was trembling beneath him.
“Is this OK?” He asked her and she nodded before whispering her confirmation, “Good, wanna make it feel good for you.” He hummed before going a little faster and a painfully erotic cry slipped out of her throat as he pushed down against her lower stomach.
“O-oh f-fuck!” She sobbed softly as the tip of his cock kissed at her g-spot deliciously, it was making her toes curl. His hand slid down from her tummy and to her clit where he started to gently rub circular figures against her swollen little bud. A delicious tickle started to spread through her body at this combination of actions.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He panted, “Look so good under me.” He mumbled and she whined out his name as all of the feelings in her body started to morph into pleasure and started flowing through her veins. It was making all of the little hairs on her body stand and her toes start to curl.
“Oh H, you’re gonna make me come!” She gasped and he moaned before kissing her lips.
“Already?” He asked and she nodded.
“Yeah, you feel so good like this!” She panted and he groaned as he picked up his pace, the wet and smacking noises of their bodies meeting was growing louder.
“Hear how wet you get for me. Fucking love it.” He growled against her jaw before kissing down to her neck and sucking against the hinge of her jaw.
“I’m right there! Oh my god!” She whimpered as her body tensed and her legs trembled around his thighs as he sighed.
“Yeah, give it to me, baby.” He panted against her neck as her back arched, the fire in her belly started to spread and consume her entire being.
“Ohm don’t stop, H! Don’t stop!” She sobbed and he fucked into her faster, right where she liked it until she froze for a second and her walls suffocated his cock before they started to pulse around him and her broken cries took over the silence as all of those beautiful and euphoric feelings circulated through her body, nails digging into his bum, pushing him deeper into her until his movements were stuttering.
“Gonna come inside you, OK?” He stuttered and she nodded through teary eyes, there was so much happening inside of her. She whimpered as he grunted in time with his thrusts which soon fell out of rhythm as he chased his own high and finally he gasped as he started to spill everything he had into her quietly. His entire body was covered in goosebumps as he continued thrusting through the sensitivity until her velvety and warm walls had taken every last drop of his cum. 
Instead of pulling out of her their lips smeared together in a frantic and sloppy kiss. She hugged him against her chest and stared at she ceiling as she did her best to catch her breath, occasionally kissing at the top of his head. The only sounds in the room came from their ragged breaths and the low volume of the audience laughter from the TV, still playing Friends. This was different than any other time they had sex and neither of them wanted to say anything about it. After about ten minutes of just being together in the silence Y/N gently rubbed at Harry’s shoulder and he looked up at her.
“Need to go clean up.” She said.
“I can do it.” He groaned and rolled off of her.
“It’s cool, I have to go to the bathroom.” She said and he let her get up and go. He laid there in her residual warmth trying to come up with a reason for why he had just made love to her like that. He wasn’t sure, but after a few moments she was back and lifting the comforter from the bottom end and pulling out her shorts and his, she tossed his over to him which he shimmied on beneath he covers as she slipped hers on before getting back into the bed and cuddling into her pillows. Harry felt his heart sink as she hugged a pillow into her chest and faced away from him, but before he could get too into his head about why he felt that way she blindly extended her right arm back in his direction.
“Where’d you go?” She mumbled sleepily and he smiled and cuddled up into her back, spooning her before draping his arm over her hips and pulling her bum flush to his front.
“M’right here.” He whispered into her neck.
*********
It’d been almost a month since their first hook up and Santi and Harry were with each other almost all the time, she would see them in passing and all, but not really to hang out more than a meal or a quick errand. Often times Y/N would come home after work and he’d already be at Santi’s place, there were also nights in which he wouldn’t return until the wee hours of the morning for a shower and then head off to work or to whatever he had going on that day. Y/N thought it was amusing how the very thing Harry feared was the very thing he inflicted on others. 
Y/N wasn’t bothered by this though; in fact she was a bit grateful for his disappearance because after that night they had sex she was left with a feeling that she so desperately wanted to shake. She didn’t want to want Harry and she didn’t want Harry to want her, at least not in the way that was implied by his actions that night. Letting him in that way was scary, it’s not like he didn’t know her ins and outs, but he had not experienced her as a significant other and honestly, she had such bad luck with relationships that she didn’t want to risk it with him ever. He mattered too much and the realization of that is what made her glad that he had in a sense disappeared from her side until further notice. She had got got home from work and was washing her lunch container when the front door flew open and Santi and Harry came in and she smiled at them.
“Hey guys! It’s been a while!” She said happily and Santi came up and hugged her tight from behind.
“Yes, it has! How have you been?” He asked her and she nodded.
“Good, just hanging out here, working a lot.” She shared as he released her and went for the fridge as if he were in his own home, it was nice to see people so comfortable in her space.
“I mean, that’s not a bad thing, right?” He asked as he grabbed a water bottle and Harry came into the kitchen and she shook her head.
“Nah, keeps me busy.” She assured and then Harry walked up and planted a kiss on her cheek from behind before also heading to the fridge and also grabbed some water.
“Do you have any plans tonight?” Santi asked her as he moved out of Harry’s way.
“Nope. Just gonna get ready for bed and watch TV, the usual.” She said.
“You’ve become really boring without me.” Harry said and she giggled.
“Doing nothing together is not necessarily exciting either.” She said and he chuckled.
“Sorry for stealing him away, by the way.” Santi chuckled and she shrugged with a grin.
“Hey, don’t be sorry, dude! I completely understand!” She assured through some laugher and Santi knocked his head back as he chuckled. Harry was magnetic and beautiful and he just drew people in, in an unbelievable way. Harry couldn’t help but let his ego flare up a bit as Y/N and Santi talked about his magnetic and alluring qualities.
“Well what’ve you been doing with your free time then?” Santi asked as Harry closed the fridge after not finding something to his liking and leaning back against it to listen.
“Literally, just hanging out at home.” She giggled.
“You have the house to yourself and haven’t had any company?” He asked in shock and she shook her head.
“No, I’ve really been enjoying the peace and quiet. And I mean, yeah sometimes I am very tempted to call in some assistance, but s’nothing I can’t handle on my own.” She assured Santi and he chuckled, “What are you guys up to tonight?”
“We were just gonna hang out here or at mine.” He explained and Harry hummed along in agreement.
“Oh, OK. We can watch a movie or something?” She suggested and they both agreed, “Santi can choose since he’s the guest.” She glanced to Harry.
“Yeah, yeah.” Harry mumbled as they all laughed a bit. Santi was picking out the movie while Harry opened up a bottle wine and Y/N quickly went to get dressed down for bed. She was half undressed and folder over the counter as she rinse the face wash from her face.
“Hey, we’re just waiting for you.” Harry said softly and she peeked an eye open and glanced at his reflection through the mirror as he leaned against the door frame, not bothering to hide the way he was looking at her body in her bra and thong and she just ignored it.
“Just start without me.” She said as she reached for her face towel and he sighed, “I’m serious it’s cool, I’ll be out in a sec.” She said, voice muffled through the fluffy material. Harry looked at her body again, it’d been a while since he’d had a proper good look at her and it was doing things to his tummy. He had sort of freaked out over how their last hook up went and just threw himself into the friends-with-benefits thing with Santi, it was easy to because he’s attracted to him, but Y/N has just been there for so long, it’s different. And seeing her like this, in front of him, he started to crave her body and her kiss. He reached out to her hip and she pulled the towel away from her face.
“Missed you.” He said softly and she smiled.
“Yeah, me too.” She responded before turning around and reaching for her toner. Harry made no movement to suggest he was leaving, instead he closed the toilet lid and sat there and watched as she then moved on to her moisturizer. She was so pretty, “What’re you sitting here staring at me for?” She giggled as she then grabbed her eye cream and he reached for her, finger barely looping into the seam of her thong and tugging, making her her walk over to him to avoid it from sliding away from its intended position, “Let go!” She chuckled as she now stood before him.
“Mm-mmm.” He declined, his pretty green eyes peering up at her and and she sighed.
“C’mon, H. Let me finish this so we can watch the movie.” She insisted as she put down the little container of eye cream and patted at the top of his head. He then just wrapped his arms around her hips and nuzzled his face against her stomach before kissing her there, she was so smooth and soft, whereas Santi was hairier and taut from his strict exercise regimen. He pressed his kissed over the valley of her breasts and sighed as he looked up at her, “That’s not working on me, H. C’mon, move it on out of here.” She said and he frowned as he let go of her and she went back to finish dotting her eye cream on and was about to leave the bathroom when he stood and pulled her into him.
“Kiss me?” He asked her quietly.
“No! Your friends with benefits is just down the hall, H. C’mon.” She insisted and he huffed and stepped into the bedroom. Her pajamas were always folded neatly behind her pillow, so she headed over to her bed. The light from the bathroom poured sufficient light into the bedroom and he watched again from his spot on the door frame as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra and that was the last straw. He hurried over to her smoothed his hands from behind her over her breasts and she inhaled deeply as his big hands squeezed them in his hands before his thumbs smoothed over her already peaked nipples. He pressed his body closer into hers and she could feel just how hard he was against her ass, “Harry,”
“Yeah, baby?” He asked quietly, lips skimming against her ear and her mouth dropped open as he nibbled at her earlobe, pleasurable little tingles shot through her body and straight to her core, “Feels good?” He asked with a smile and she nodded and whined out quietly as he pinched at her sensitive nipples, “Can I suck on them?” He asked her and she sighed.
“Harry, we need to get out there. Santi is waiting and-”
“Just a little bit, I’ll tell him I was helping you with something or whatever. Please.” He whispered hotly, rutting his hardened cock against the swell of her ass before slowly starting to turn her towards him as his lips sponged all over her throat before he sat on the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs and she bit her lip, “Please? Know you love how I suck on them for you.” He said quietly, he was quite good with his mouth. And before she could even give it another thought she was nodding and he enclosing her left nipple between his lips before opening up wider and sucking around her whole areola with more pressure. It made her moan and tangle her fingers in his hair as his hand played and tugged at the right one. Her fingers were running through his messy curls as her eyes grew heavy and hazy at the feeling of his lips and tongue working so well together to get her even more turned on than she was already. He soon moved to her right breast and she was about to urge him to hurry up when saw Santi peek his head in and his eyes widened when they met Y/N’s eyes, but he didn’t leave.
“H.” She said as she tugged on his hair a bit and he hummed, “Santi’s at the door.” She said softly and he pulled away from her.
“I don’t mind if he sticks around.” He spoke softly against her skin and she just smiled at him and signaled him to come in and he bit his lip as he started to walk in.
“Are you sure?” She whispered to Harry and he hummed before taking her into his mouth again.
“He’s good with his mouth, isn’t he?” Santi’s voice joined the mix and Y/N nodded with a smile and Harry drew back from her and glanced up at them both from the bed and she turned to Santi who looked her up and down for a moment, she was so gorgeous, he couldn’t deny that he had dreamed of getting to see her this way; of getting to have her and Harry at the same time, he’d thought of it plenty of times.
“You sure about this?” She asked Harry and Santi looked at him as well.
“Yeah, I trust you guys.” He said and with that Santi stepped closer to Y/N.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked and she nodded and he swooped in right away with a grin as he kissed her urgently. Harry knew that Santi was very attracted to Y/N, but seeing it happen before him was something else, especially as his hands ran down her waist and to her bottom, groping at her and feeling the curves of her body. Harry felt left out and just as he was about to say something Y/N pulled their lips apart.
“How about we take care of him before he starts whining about not being the center of attention?” Y/N asked Santi who grinned against her lips and nodded.
“You take the lead.” He told her and she gave him one more quick kiss before she leaned down to briefly catch Harry’s lips with hers before she sunk down to her knees. He exhaled shakily as she undid his jeans and then he lifted his hips to let her pull them down his legs along with his briefs. His heart was pounding with excitement, she always gave the best head. And she had been right, while he had been in group situations a couple times before it was always with random people he didn’t know all that well, so glancing up and having his eyes meet Santi’s, a friend and lover of his as well, it all felt a little bit more intense. Especially as he then looked down at Y/N’s hand wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly.
Harry sighed quietly and in second Santi was joining Y/N on his knees and his eyes fluttered closed as he felt both of kisses and sucks against his inner thighs and then finally he felt the warmth of their breaths puffing against his pulsing cock before their tongues lapped up and down his length. He spared a look down at them and groaned as his fingers dug into the sheets. He watched as Santis mouth trailed up along his cock while Y/N sunk a bit lower, they seemed to be in a single consciousness because as soon as his lips closed around the tip of his cock she gently sucked one his balls into her mouth.
“Oh fuck…” he moaned softly. That wonderful and familiar burning in the deepest part of him was being wound up. Once of his hands found perch in Santi’s hair  as he bucked up into his mouth a bit more. Santi hollowed out his cheeks and increased the pressure of his sucks. Harry had an impressive size so Santi used his hand to stroke the bottom half of Harry’s length and really focused his mouth on the top half of him by using his tongue to get all of those sweet spot that were making his stomach flutter and his breathing hitch in his chest. Y/N pulled away to really let Santi do his best work and Harry’s heavy eyes blinked open upon her absence, but he was relieved that she climbed onto her bed and knelt beside him and kissed his cheek. He reached for one of her hands and intertwined their fingers, his grip tightening when things would get particularly delicious for him.
“Feels good?” She cooed softly against his ear.
“Yeah. Feels so good.” He panted and she smiled.
“Don’t be shy then, let’s hear it.” She encouraged him and he groaned, “Please. Like to hear it when things feel good for you.” She whispered and that made his stomach flutter and for a moan to leave his lips. Y/N grinned as she saw his abs tense up and the skin on his arms pimple with goosebumps, “Gonna come already?” She asked and he nodded.
“Shit, yeah! I’m close!” He warned through a moan.
“Hardly lasted at all, H.” She teased and he groaned, “Was kinda expecting a bit more from you.” She whispered just to him and his eyebrows furrowed, “Thought you were gonna wanna show me that you could please me more than him.” She said and he started feeling angry and jealous, “He seems eager to please.” Harry gasped, he was right on the edge and suddenly Santi pulled off of him and Harry whined as his orgasm slowly started to fade away from him as Santi started undressing.
Harry pouted and was still reeling when suddenly Santi was pushing Y/N away from Harry and down onto the bed and he kissed her languidly, her fingers were still intertwined with Harry’s and she squeezed them when Santi ground his crotch against hers. Harry looked at Santi’s hips rolling against Y/N’s and it made a weird feeling swirl in his chest; he called it jealousy because he didn’t know any better. It was more than that though, actually seeing her lips on someone else’s, seeing her get so lost in a kiss that she let him go and weaved her fingers into Santi’s hair instead, it made his chest hurt a little bit. Even more so when one of his hands slid up her waist, her ribs, and then palmed over her breast. She was so sensitive on her nipples and Harry was almost frowning as she whimpered out as Santi’s thumb traced over the perky little bud. Harry tore off his shirt and moved towards them.
“Make space.” Harry mumbled and Santi rolled off to her side, their lips still attached and Harry started to kiss at her stomach and down towards the seam of her thong. He let his tongue tease at her and then her fingers dug into his hair and he smiled as he went lower and tugged her thong up, letting the material bunch up between her slick folds. He licked at her labia before sucking a bit at each side before nuzzling his nose and mouth against her and groaning. She tasted so fucking good, he already liked going down on people, but he especially liked going down on her and in the same way, she was particular about who she let go down on her, he always made her come multiple times, so she never hesitated to let him do as he pleased with her body. Her hips bucked towards him, attempting to increase the friction that she so desperately wanted more of.
“Please, H!” She moaned against Santi’s mouth and that made him feel even more smug as he pushed her underwear aside kissed at her bare skin. Harry moaned as he immediately went towards her opening, wanting to taste her arousal straight form the source. Santi kissed down her neck until he reached her breasts and started sucking and kissing at those. He was much gentler than Harry was, but that allowed her to focus on the way Harry’s tongue was licking up her pussy, on a mission to get to her clit. The slight stubble around his mouth was providing another layer of feeling to her and then Santi bit down on her nipple and she cried out softly. Santi moved so that he could see Harry. Harry was looking like he was in heaven all on his own as he ate Y/N out. His eyes fluttered open and met Santi’s and he grinned before nipping at Y/N’s nipple again which made her moan and Harry grabbed her thighs and parted them further as he then went straight for her clit causing Y/N to choke on a moan and even Santi groaned as he watched the way Harry just lost himself in what he was doing. His head was moving side to side and the sounds that were being made were so sinful it made his cock throb. Y/N’s chest was rising and falling and Santi sucked harder at her chest and she started to tense up.
“Gonna come for me, baby?” Harry mumbled.
“Yes! Please don’t stop!” She gasped, tightening her grip on Harry’s hair until she inhaled sharply and she started to come undone. Her moans were so pretty and melodious. Even Harry moaned against her as if her pleasure was bringing him pleasure. Santi knew that they had slept together, but they seemed to be very in tune with each other and it was easy to become immersed in this moment with them. There was an added layer of familiarity and intimacy between Y/N and Harry and it was exciting to be a part of it. Santi kissed up Y/N’s chest and neck until their lips were meeting once again. 
“What should we do next, hmm?” He asked her quietly, here hazy eyes met his and she smiled as her hand reached down to where he was hard and ready to go. She palmed at the bulge in his pants and before things could get any further Harry was pulling Santi up to kneel and smashing his lips against his. He didn’t want to see her put her mouth on him, there’s be no going back. He knew how good she was and the idea of Santi needing her as badly as him didn’t sit well with him. She was his.
With him occupied up there with Harry Y/N undid his pants and pulled out his cock, which made him groan into Harry’s kiss as she got her mouth around him. His dick was about as long as Harry’s, if not a little bit more, but he was more slender, so it was easier to swallow him down further and he hissed as she bottomed out on him. His lips parted and he moaned into Harry’s mouth as he started to thrust into Y/N’s mouth. When Harry felt her hand slither up his thigh he angled his hips towards her a little more allowing her to start to stroke at his erection, her grip would tighten as she’d come up to the tip, making the most delicious feeling swirl in the pit of his stomach as she stimulated those sensitive nerves perfectly. She knew what he liked, so it was no surprise that she was working him up quickly, especially since he had been denied his first orgasm not too long before. His mouth fell open as he panted and moaned against Santi’s mouth.
“Oh shit…” he whined and just as he was about to get too close she let go of him and pulled her mouth away from Santi’s cock, “Y/N-”
“You can’t come yet.” She spoke and he sighed as Santi smirked against his lips.
“C’mon guys…” he whined.
“You can wait a little bit more. I think you’re really gonna like what’s coming next…” Santi hummed against his lips before kissing him deeply and they soon parted with a soft smack.
“What’s coming next?” Y/N asked and Santi lowered himself and spoke in her ear. Harry watched as her eyebrows raised and then glanced up to him with her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Really?” He asked and they both laughed softly before pulled away from her.
“Do you haven condoms?” Santi asked her.
“Yeah there’s some in the bedside table.” She said and Santi moved away from her to dig through the drawer.
“Do you have lube?” He asked.
“No, actually.”
“I have some somewhere.” Harry said.
“Go get it yeah?” Y/N asked with a kind smile and he nodded but not before his lips met hers in a slow and gentle kiss and she smiled against him before he mumbled that he’d be right back and off he went to find the lube. 
He was only gone about three minutes, but when he came back Y/N and Santi were panting as his cock slowly sunk in and out of her, that really did not settle well with him. It made his blood boil with jealously as she moaned and arched her back up. Santi’s lips trailed along her neck and his arms were encasing her body, the space between them was so small. He started fucking into her harder.
“Oh yes!” She mewled over the sounds of their sex, “Fuck, just like that, Santi!” She keened softly and it made his chest tighten with hurt as another person’s name flowed from her lips. It made him want to show her what he could do. He came closer and climbed onto the bed with determination and the shift caused them both to glance over at him, “Ready?” She asked him and he nodded. Santi gently pulled out of her and Harry saw that he was wearing a condom, which made him feel a little bit better about this, Y/N was only his to fuck raw and fill up.
“Where do you want me?” He asked them.
“Up against the headboard.” Santi said and he started shifting over.
“Wait, let me fluff up the pillows for you.” She said and did just that. She knew his back got Sore easily so she wanted to provide a little bit more support for him and she moved out of the way when everything was ready and he settled back against the headboard and Y/N straddled his lap and smiled down at him.
“Condom?” Santi asked Harry, who looked in his eyes and then at Y/N’s with a smirk.
“Fuck no, we don’t use those with each other.” he said almost as if it were offensive for Santi to have asked and they all chuckled as Harry reached for Y/N’s bottom and guided her lower to soak up his prick with her arousal. 
She was buzzing in anticipation to feel him stretch her out a bit. He gave her a small nod and she shifted to settle over his cock. She hummed in delight as she started sinking down onto him and his nails dug into her ass and he held her there for a few seconds as he bottomed out.
“Good?” She asked him and he nodded and loosened his hold on her to let her drag her hips up and then back down again. Then he felt Santi’s fingers smear some of the lube against his hole and gently dip a finger in until he smoothed it over his prostate which made him moan and squeeze Y/N hard again.
“I’m gonna put in another finger.” Santi warned.
“Fuck, please do it.” Harry begged and Y/N smiled down at him as his head was tossed back now as Santi’s fingers stretched him out a little bit more. After a few minutes of this Santi was scooting in right behind Y/N. He grabbed his cock and dripped some of the lube over himself before slipping against Harry’s entrance and he grabbed around one of Harry’s legs and opened it a bit wider to make a little more room. Y/N watched Harry’s eyes darken even further at the feeling of Santi’s cock teasing at his entrance and she grinned, he was so needy. Then a few seconds later his eyebrows furrowed in and his mouth fell open as Santi pushed inside slowly. Harry’s entire body felt even more on fire as his cock filled him up perfectly and reached just the right places. His entire body was covered in goosebumps at the slight pain from the snug fit. Y/N could feel Santi’s low moan against her spine as Harry’s hole adjusted to his size. Harry’s fingers were sure to leave bruises on her skin from how tight he was holding on to her and she started to swivel her hips on his, sinking his cock in deeper into her and he moaned out as his tip kissed up against her g-spot.
“You’re so fucking deep.” She whispered and he moaned again as she clenched up around him.
“Please fuck me.” He panted out and Santi nodded against Y/N’s back and he drew out as she lifted herself up, and for Harry time was still for a little too long in anticipation until they both collided with his body again. Inevitably a loud moan flew past his parted lips as they fucked him. His eyes were full of desperation for more somehow. Naturally, Y/N and Santi’s paces fell out of sync, but that didn’t bother Harry. His most sensitive parts were getting railed and he was getting overwhelmed by it. They were all moaning and crying out in pleasure as their bodies rolled together and worked in tandem to get to that most coveted euphoric peak. 
Y/N ran her hands up from Harry’s abs to his chest where she swirled her fingers around for a bit before she smoothed over his nipples and he bit on his lip, his eyes not daring to leave hers until she slightly pinched at them to add another layer pleasure to his experience and he hissed, making his entire body stiffen at the slight bite of pain.
“Shit… he’s so fucking tight.” Santi panted into the back of Y/N’s neck, “So good.” He praised and Harry moaned hearing this and Y/N pinched at him harder, causing his body to tense up even more and Santi’s groan rubbles against Y/N’s back.
“Oh fuck!” Harry moaned as Santi started thrusting into him faster as soft grunts of exertion puffed against her hot skin. The sounds these two were making were making Y/N’s body tickle with excitement as she continued riding on harry’s cock, watching his face contort and express all of the sensations he was feeling, then behind her Santi’s warmth and his lips would skim against her and nip at her neck and shoulders. She loved the way one of his hands was kneading at her breast while Harry’s were gripping to her ass for dear life, keeping her on his cock, thrusting up into her as best as he could while she and Santi fucked him, “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He panted and Y/N let her hands slither up to his neck and practically begged her with his eyes to choke him, but she waited for a moment. “Please.” He sighed quietly and she gave in and squeezed at the sides of his throat, letting that floaty feeling start to engulf him.
“You’re such a needy thing, H. Always want to be the center of attention.” She said and he groaned, “Is this enough for you, getting fucked both ways at the same time?” She asked and he moaned louder, the sound cutting off as his air supply started to diminish.
“Fuck, keep going.” Santi grumbled against her sweaty skin.
“Taking his big cock so well. So proud of you, my needy little whore.” Harry was losing his mind as her words registered, “Know you want to come, baby. Want you to come so we can come too.” She spoke shakily, “What do you need?” She asked and she watched as his face was starting to go a bit pink and his breathing was very shallow and his eyes rolled back but he panted out a barely audible ‘more’ and she moaned, “Fuck, let’s go harder. He wants it harder.” She instructed Santi and they went harder and faster until Harry’s back started to arch and his legs started to shake, “Oh fuck, that’s it.” She encouraged him, “You’re doing so good. Such a good boy.” She praised him as his entire body shivered and tingled as he pumped ropes and ropes of cum into her and she slowly relieved the hold on his neck and brought her hand down to rub at her clit.
“Fuck, please! I can’t!” Harry sobbed and begged as she kept riding his cock, it was too sensitive, especially with Santi’s cock ramming against his prostate.
“You can do it, H. I’m so close.” Y/N panted and shortly after that Santi was thrusting hard and stilling deep inside of him and grinding against him as he moaned out in ecstasy as he came as Harry cried out. This caused Y/N to topple over the edge and for her walls to flutter and pulse around him and she smiled, completely blissed out as she kept riding Harry through her orgasm until tears streamed down his face.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!” He sobbed as he spilled his cum into her again, completely wiped out by this one. He writhed around so much that she had to steady herself against Santi’s chest until Harry had stopped trembling and was just a heap of sweat and exhaustion and shallow breaths. Santi gently pulled out of him and went to toss the condom. After fully coming down Y/N lifted herself off of Harry, making him hiss at the absence and his cum immediately started to dribble from her entrance and she tightened up to hold it in and not get any on her bed.
“Fuck, help me down.” She called to Santi who immediately extended a hand and helped her off of the bed.
“Where are you going?” Harry whispered tiredly.
“Gonna get something to clean up.” She assured him and waddled over to her ensuite and Santi got back on the bed and turned to Harry.
“Was that OK?” He asked quietly and Harry nodded with a small smile, “We kinda ganged up on you there, sorry.” He chuckled and Harry sniffled out a laugh and let out a slow breath.
“It’s…more than alright. Wow…” he mumbled and Santi chuckled and reached for Harry’s hand.
“So what, are we all gonna be a throuple now?” Harry joked and Santi laughed quietly.
“I will respectfully decline.” Santi said with a smirk and Harry scoffed in slight offense.
“What? Why? Aren’t we a fucking dream?” He asked Santi who chuckled and nodded.
“I mean yeah, I like you guys but ummm…you’re obviously in love with Y/N.” Santi said and Harry’s smile was immediately gone, “Does she know how you feel about her?” He asked more quietly and Harry bit his lip nervously.
“That’s not…even an option.” Harry said quietly and Santi smiled.
“I know it’s scary, putting yourself out there, but you have to try.” He encouraged him.
“Why? I don’t think she feels the same, it’d be stupid to.” He responded.
“Mmm-mmm, it’s brave. And well, you never know unless you do something about it, H.” Santi said quietly as they saw Y/N emerging from her bathroom with a little hand towel and leaning over to wipe Harry down where his cum had dripped, “And your bum from the lube.” She said tapping his leg.
“I can do it myself.” He said bashfully.
“Now he does it himself… almost always makes me do it.” Santi said quietly to Y/N who just giggled and Harry scoffed at them before sitting up and grabbing the towel from her and shooting them one more annoyed look as he hobbled over to the bathroom and she just threw herself back on the bed and sighed loudly.
“Are you OK?” Santi asked and she nodded.
“Yeah, that was fun.” she smiled.
"Yeah, it was." he agreed with a grin.
“Are you gonna stay over?” She asked.
“No. I want to have a shower and I need to set up some stuff for a private chat I have tomorrow.” He sighed and she hummed in understanding.
“Well thank you for this unexpected and wonderful experience.” She said and he chuckled.
“Thank you guys for letting me in.” He said as he stretched a bit and then sat up.
“Maybe we can do it again sometime.” She said and he smiled.
“I mean… I’d be open to it.” He assured her.
“Cool. I can walk you out.” She said.
“Oh no, you stay and get comfy.” He assured her as Harry came back out to the bedroom, “Harry can walk me out and lock up, yeah?” He said to Harry.
“Oh yeah, of course.” He said and we t to grab his briefs and slipped them on as Santi got dressed and with a final hug Harry was guiding him through the apartment and to the door and Santi smiled at him, “What?” Harry asked with a nervous smile.
“Be brave.” Santi said before kissing his cheek and Harry sighed and mumbled a goodnight before locking up. He grabbed them both some water and headed back over to Y/N’s room where she was still staring at the ceiling.
“Got you some water.” Harry said and she sat up.
“Thanks.” She responded before chugging some down.
“You feeling OK with everything? We hadn’t planned that or anything, it just kind of happened…” Harry said and she nodded.
“Yeah, I’m good. I had fun, I enjoyed it. We can… do it again if you want?” She said and Harry looked to her and bit down on his lip and decided to just come out with it.
“I mean, it was fun but… I don’t know if I want to do that again.” He said to Y/N and she frowned.
“Oh, are you alright? Was it something I did?” She asked and he shook his head, feeling so nervous.
“No, but I think you were right. About it being different when you know the people involved.” He said and she frowned.
“Oh. Was it because Santi and I had sex without you?” She asked, “If so I didn’t think it would be an issue since you were going to come back and join in. But I’m sorry if I-”
“No it’s actually ummm… not a Santi thing. I just don’t think I ever want to see you with anyone else like that.” He said and she froze, “It made me jealous…and it made my heart hurt. It hurt my feelings.” He said and she pouted.
“Oh, H. I’m so sorry if I missed that at any point!” She said as she hurried to his side.
“You didn’t, it’s OK. I mean, we both know I get jealous but this is…more than that, Y/N.” He spoke tentatively and she bit her lip as she realized what he was getting at, “Y/N, I don’t want to share you with anyone else and I don’t…I don’t think I can ignore how I feel about you anymore. Or I don’t want to.” He said as he grabbed her hand and she sighed shakily.
“Harry, I don’t think you’re thinking clearly.”
“I’ve never been more lucid.” He said softly and she shook her head.
“You’re just jealous, H.” She said and he grabbed her face and shook his head.
“Mmm-mmm.” He refused, “I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a really long time. And just like you, I’ve been scared to accept that because what if we fuck everything up?”
“Exactly! What if we fuck everything up?” She asked and he smiled.
“If this was not going to work it would’ve stopped working a long time ago.” He said to her, “I can’t believe it took something like this to get me to see that I never want to lose you. I’m always gonna fight for you. For us. I know that I make you happy. You make me happy, baby. So fucking happy. And I know that you also love me. You’d have to, to always put me first like you do.” He said quietly and her chest was rising and falling quickly.
“Harry-”
“Please, let’s give it a shot. Please.” He implored fervently and she felt her heart about to burst. She was so scared.
“I’m scared.” She whispered as a tear streaked down her cheek and he wiped it away.
“Me too, baby. But that’s why we have each other.” He reasoned and she exhaled, “Do you want to do this with me?” He asked again and she took a moment to really think about it and she almost instantly realized that her love for him outweighed her insecurities and she nodded her head.
“Yes.” She whispered and he smiled so brightly.
“Yeah?” He asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, baby. You & me. Let’s do this.” She smiled and he just leaned in to kiss her with all of the love in his heart as his happiness soared to new heights.
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Day 3 of Kinktober: Shower Sex With Harry Styles
pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader
warning: unprotected sex, shower sex
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The water in the shower feels so good! Warm and so nice. I put shampoo in my hair until I hear a faint noise, which got me scared. The door opens, it’s Harry. I flinch he scared the living hell out of me!
“Harry! I thought that you were in America?” I try to cover myself.
“The American tour is over, you know that Y/N/N?”
I totally forgot all about that, I’ve been doing a bunch of work all month, I can’t believe I forgot about it.
“I had so much work all month I forgot Harry.” I confess.
“You’re fine Y/N/N, about that deal we made.” Harry takes his clothes off.
“What deal?” I get nervous.
“Remember the day I left for tour, I can have you wherever I want.” He opens the shower door to get in the shower with me.
“Where do you want to have me at?” I question.
“Here.” I looks into my eyes.
“Here? Why not the bed?”
“Because you look good wet and naked.” He smirks.
I heavily breathe, he starts kissing me, I kiss him back, he picks me up and made me be against the wall, I gasp and wrapped my legs around is waist. He attacks my neck with hickeys, I couldn’t stand how much he gives me each time. He positions his dick at my cunt and starts to fuck me, it’s been so long since this happened to us. I moan in his neck and I tug on his wet hair, I hear him grunt. God I missed this so much!
“Go faster H!” I replied.
He goes faster and all you can hear is me screaming on the top of my lungs because how good Harry is doing this to me.
Eventually, we get out of the shower and keep on having sex in our master bedroom, him making me be up against the wall, me making him be up against the wall, him fucking me up against the mirror, us making love on the carpet, and us having rough sex on the bed. I need him to eat me. I make him go down to my clit and he already knew what I wanted him to do.
After him eating me out, he made me give him a blow job, his groans were so heavenly to hear, I felt him about to cum but he stops me.
“I want to cum while you ride me.” He said while I’m looking at him.
I get up to position myself to ride him, I forget how big he was when we do this, I think he got bigger. Our skin slapping against each other, us gasping and moaning, god I miss every bit on what we’re doing right now.
After all of us fucking, we’re just laying on the bed heavy breathing, this was so good I want to this again.
“I’m so glad you’re back Harry.” I look at him.
“I’m so glad I’m back here Y/N/N.” He looks at me.
I give him a kiss, he kisses me back. I love him so much, his fans give me death threats all the time and Harry protects me from that negativity, he’s the sweetest and kindest man I ever dated.
“I love you Harry.” I touch his cheek.
“I love you more Y/N.” He smiles.
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Medicine (SMUT) /blurb/
AN: right now!!! a little surprise fic for you. its short but sweet and spicy.
This story contains: sex, playful teasing, mild angst
{ dadrry - husbandrry - soft!harry }
word count- 812
Harry does something rather cheeky in bed one night and when you're at his Wembley Night 3 concert, you recognize him recreating that cheeky move in front of thousands.
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One week before Wembley Night 3 show:
It was a cozy evening tonight in your family home in London. Thank goodness you were in a city where you had a home because you despise staying in hotels all the time. Harry had just finished putting your three and five year olds to bed while you wrapped up your nightly shower.
Not thinking twice about it, you come walking out your shared bathroom that's located inside your bedroom stark naked with just a towel around your hair. As you were pulling some underwear out of your dresser drawer, Harry enters the bedroom but freezes when he sees you.
He looks you up and down and immediately you know what his eyes are giving. They're giving his "bedroom eyes". The eyes Harry gives to you when he's in the mood for sex. Though you joke that Harry is a horny bastard sometimes, you're just as equally horny the same amount if not more.
Somewhere between you grabbing your sleep clothes and walking over to the bed where you put on your lotions and creams, Harry stalked over towards you and pushed you back on the bed. Not in an aggressive way but in a playful way. "Harry", you giggle, the towel around your hair falling to the ground, "what are you doing?"
You know damn well what he's doing but you play dumb. Harry has you starfished out in the center of the bed. He's straddling your hips with his legs locked around your waist and his hands pinning your hands down to the mattress. "Think you can walk around our room naked and me not want to prance on you? Huh?"
Harry leans his head down to whisper against your mouth one last, "Huh?" and you being needy now, encloses your mouth around his lips. He doesn't fight back on trying to get an answer but instead just falls into your lustful kissing spell.
One thing leads to another and the clothes he had on (sweatpants and a t-shirt) has been shed off onto the floor and now he's fucking you. Well he made sure you were wet first but then, he got into fucking you. It's not rough sex but it's also not your "love making" sex either. You'd almost say its playful sex. Teasing sex. Sex where you're laid flat on the bed and Harry's on top but isn't pressed down on you. Just sitting up right with your legs around his waist and his hands on your hips as he thrusts in and out of you.
After this goes on for a few minutes and Harry can see how tired you've become, he speeds the process up but reaching a hand down to stimulate your clit. This gets you coming within a minutes time. And the feeling of you coming nearly triggers his but because he didn't wear a condom, he quickly pulls out.
As you lay there reeling from your high, Harry grabs his dick and continues his stimulation by jerking himself off. But being the cheeky man he is, he pretends to shoot his load sprinkler style where he twists his hips to the far left and slowly turns his hips to the right. His cock being held by both hands.
Once you catch sight of his doings, you hiss, "Don't you dare get cum on our duvet."
Harry laughs, "M' jokin'. M' jokin''" But his playful attitude only last a second more before he throws his head back and stills his hips. He removes one hand from his cock so that his other hand can go full force in the jerking motion. He roughly jerks the shaft of his cock until cum spurts out onto your belly. "Mhm, aghh!" he moans.
When Harry finishes coming on your stomach, he quickly reaches for some tissues that sit on your bedside table and goes to wipe his sticky cum off your skin before it dries. Then he leans down to peck your lips where you both mutter "I love you's" before actually getting ready for bed.
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Wembley Night 3 show:
As you stood in the friends and family section of your husbands concert with your two kids dancing their little hearts out down beside you, you notice something familiar. While Harry is performing his unreleased fan favorite song Medicine, he suddenly holds the mic stand up to his front as if it was a dick and twists his hips side to side.
When you stare at the sight before you, you see Harry winking directly at you and that's when the memory comes to your mind. The memory of him doing this move exactly a week ago in bed, except he didn't have a mic stand. He had his actual dick in front of him, jerking it off while rotating his hips left to right. That cheeky mother fucker.....
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HL Fic Library 🤣 Fics With Humor
Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.
🤣 Just Me, You, And This Box of Matches by tomlinsunshine @tornlinsunshine​ (M, 87k)
Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.
🤣 Harry Styles Cooks… by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships​ (E, 61k+, wip)
In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker.
Or: Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them.
🤣 Frankincense-ational by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (T, 31k)
Harry Styles works at the Hillsyde Library with his friend Zayn and best mate Niall. It’s December, which means Christmas, which should be the happiest month of the year…
Except Niall just broke up with his boyfriend, Zayn needs to let up on the rules a little, and the library is getting their fire alarm system replaced, which means that for the next few weeks there are going to be firemen patrolling the library ‘looking for fires’ while the system is down.
Harry almost hits one of them with his car right off the bat - and of course he’s the hot one.
🤣 the butthole series by @kingsofeverything (E, 24k)
a series of standalone fics with a central theme
🤣 That's How I Know by @allwaswell16 (E, 19k)
Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.
Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.
🤣 Man, Deconstructed by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom (E, 13k)
Harry doesn’t need help getting laid and he certainly doesn’t need Niall to hire a professional to ‘sort him out’.
But when a gorgeous man turns up on his doorstep on his birthday to ‘lay some pipe’ in the back garden (who just happens to have the best arse Harry’s ever seen), his world is upended.
OR the one where a well-meaning best mate, a sculpture-worthy arse, and a heaping dose of misunderstanding combine to create sheer and utter chaos, and also, maybe, the best thing Harry’s ever found.
🤣 One Vote Can Rock the Boat by @2tiedships2 (M, 12k)
“Niall, I need you to come and vote with me tomorrow.”
“Lou, I know we’ve only been friends for about two years now, but I guess I’ve never explicitly told you I’m Irish?”
“You don’t have to vote, exactly,” Louis explained. “But I don’t want to go to a sex toy shop by myself.”
“Have I just entered an alternate universe? In what world does voting for the government correlate in any way to sex toys?”
Or the one where Omega Louis shows off his “I voted” sticker as one of the first 100 customers to get a free vibrator. The beautiful alpha behind the counter informs him that he’s customer 101.
🤣 autopilot by silkbombs (M, 11k)
Louis accidentally sends an unknown number a video of him giving a cockroach a funeral. The weirdest love story ensues.
🤣 Umbrielievable by nikogda / @cyphermedley (NR, 11k)
Three months ago they began to pick up a weak signal. They couldn’t decipher it and figured it was just a satellite they were picking up. Eventually, they were able to translate "Give us cheese" but the rest was still a mess. That message baffled them, and they immediately thought it may be a joke from another country.
Or, The one where Harry is an Alien from Uranus' moon, Umbriel whose inhabitants require cheese to survive.
🤣 Just Your Jinx by @larryatendoftheday (T, 10k)
Harry Styles may or may not have accidentally jinxed his extremely fit new neighbor, and it's not so easy to make things right.
🤣 For a day by bluegreenish / @greenblueish (T, 9k)
“While I appreciate that compliment - you’re right -, it’s not a prank. I swear. I tried calling Harry and Liam, but they aren’t picking up. And like, I don’t know what to do? I just woke up in Liam’s freaking body, and like, he’s a nice lad and everything, but I don’t want to be him?!”
Once again, tense silence fills the line for a second and Louis almost expects Zayn to hang up on him, but his friend speaks up again, voice urgent this time. 
“You’re serious?”
“One hundred percent. I swear.”
or, the one where Harry wakes up in Louis' body, Louis in Liam's, Liam in Niall's, Niall in Harry's and no one picked Zayn.
🤣 Only Been Here One Time by alienharry (NR, 9k)
“Good morning, Liam. Harry.” Louis nods at them both and then cocks his head. “Are you aware you have four nipples, Harry?”
Harry looks down at his chest, suddenly worried. He doesn’t know how many nipples humans have, but four must not be a usual amount. “Should I have six?”
“Not unless you’ve a litter of kittens to feed.”
The Alien!Harry fic I was destined to write 
🤣 Ain’t My Fault by @afirethatcannotdie (E, 7k)
“Liam, M4M is for sex! You posted in a sex forum about your missing jacket.”
“It is not for sex!”
“It is. Trust me.”
“Well, if it helps me find my jacket then I don’t really see why it matters. Besides, someone already texted me about it. This Styles guy’s coming over in a bit to get it.”
“You invited the avocado man to come get his jacket at our flat after posting on a sex forum. Do you see where this is going?”
“I really don’t.” 
“Someone is going to have to have sex with the avocado man!” Louis screeches, and Liam covers his ears.
AU. Liam posts an ad on the wrong section of Craigslist, Louis is pretty sure they’re gonna get murdered as a result, and Harry’s missing an avocado.
🤣 Porn To Be Wild by @fallinglikethis (E, 5k)
As Louis Tomlinson writes his One Direction fanfiction in a quiet, isolated corner of the local library, the last thing he expects is for the subject of his story to interrupt him in the middle of a sex scene. But that’s exactly what happens.
🤣 Absolute Beginners by @taggiecb (T, 5k)
Louis would like to think that Niall can't surprise him anymore. He never knows what his friend will come up with sometimes. But when he calls Louis in the middle of the night and asks him to come and hit on his friend, Louis can't help but let curiosity get the best of him.
🤣 Only Reason by @letsjustsee (NR, 5k)
“We are so lucky to have with us one of the leading experts on beekeeping in the modern age, Dr. Louis Draper.”No. No, no, no… “I know I speak for many of us when I say that this man’s books have guided our practice, or helped us get started,” Harry continued, and Louis watched as the crowd nodded their heads in agreement. Oh shit. No. What? No. But then Harry was gesturing towards him, saying “Dr. Draper?” into the microphone, the crowd was applauding, and Louis found himself walking up the stairs to the stage.
Or, Louis is most definitely smitten with Harry from the second he sees him, but he is also most definitely not the world's foremost expert on beekeeping. He decides to roll with it anyway.
🤣 Catastrophe (Or Not) by grapenight (G, 5k)
Based on the prompt: "Harry's a crazy cat person and Louis is the vet he keeps bringing his cats to with minor concerns like "she's been acting weird lately" and "he didn't poop today so I'm worried" but it's really just excuses to keep seeing Louis everyday"
🤣 Anywhere With You by sweetums / @darlou (T, 3k)
“Do you want some gum?” Louis’ lovely voice interrupts his train of thoughts.
“No, thank you.” Harry responds quickly.
What? ‘No, thank you’? What was he thinking? If Louis Tomlinson offers you gum, you take it. If Louis Tomlinson offers you a vial of vomit, you take it.
“On second thought, gum would be perfection.” Harry actually considers just dying right there as he reaches over to pry the piece of gum out of Louis’ perfect little hand, eyes flitting over to the other man’s amused face.
Why did he say that? He could’ve said, ‘I’ll have some gum’ or ‘gum would be great’ or even a simple ‘thanks’ but no, no, for Harry, ‘gum would be perfection’.
He loathes himself.
AU where Harry gets stuck in an ATM vestibule with Louis Tomlinson during a blackout. Inspired by Chandler and Jill Goodacre from Friends.
🤣 Oh Honey, Honey by @lululawrence (NR, 3k)
Louis hated honey. He didn’t like the flavour, he didn’t understand why some liked it in their tea, he hated when it was put on sandwiches or cake or anything really. But, standing stock still in front of a rather large display of honey in that 24-hour Tesco, Louis found himself grabbing the largest jar of “100% pure London-local honey” and adding it to his trolley, simply because he knew it would make Harry smile.
Louis always wanted to make Harry smile.
Or the one where Louis pines after Harry, Harry is passionate about helping save the bees, and a late night shopping trip gone wrong doesn't end quite as horribly as Louis imagines.
🤣 On the Go by @phdmama (T, 2k)
Prompt: ok so i saw a truck today and i thought it said MANSCAPE but it actually said MAINSCAPE and it was a landscaping company. but then i thought LARRY AU. where louis owns a landscaping company called MANSCAPE and harry thinks it’s some sort of in-home pubic hair grooming company, so he calls to make an appointment, there’s some discussion of whether he wants his bushes trimmed as well, and then when it’s time for the appointment, harry’s like half-naked waiting around in a robe or something and louis shows up with lawnmowers. 
🤣 Zoey by wabadabadaba / @bigxrig (G, 2k)
Harry knew his first name, but he liked the way Dr. Tomlinson sounded more. Harry watched as Louis unclasped her harness and set it aside and pet her back and under her chin. Louis kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her- mostly about how pretty she is and how well behaved she is. Harry wished it was him.
or Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.
🤣 Stole My Heart by @haztobegood (NR, 2k)
“Oh my god, Niall.” The door slams shut as Harry rushes into the flat. He’s still panting from his rush to get away from the scene of his crime. “You won’t believe what just happened!”
Niall is sitting on the couch in their tiny living room. He looks up from his laptop. “What happened?”
“The worst thing. I’ll never recover. I just reached into a box of free samples outside that new chicken restaurant. Only it wasn’t free samples. It was a man. Holding a box of chicken nuggets. His chicken nuggets. I stole this man’s food, Niall!”
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Harry Styles is your sworn enemy. You've decided to take a holiday in the Scottish Highlands, and so has he. And there's only one bed…
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A/N: Welcome to Part 2! This story has been with me for a few months now, so it's a bit weird to be done, but the good stuff is in here! I hope you all enjoy the conclusion, and as always, thank you for reading!
Word Count: 15,007 Trigger Warnings: Swearing (obvs), embarrassing bedtime stories, groovy sexy times
Part 1
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Something woke you earlier than usual. A heavy weight placed somewhere in the region of the most sacred part of one’s body. Not right there, but close enough. 
You accidentally wriggled, and inhaled sharply when it got closer.
Your eyes flew open and you lifted your head. Harry had slung his arm over your midsection. Unconsciously. He was lying on his back, head turned away from you but his arm stretched across the lower half of your sternum and rested against your hip bone. If you tried to peel him off you he might wake. 
You were so warm, and Harry’s arm so close to your middle region was absolutely not helping. You could feel your sex gearing up, anticipating something that was absolutely not going to happen. Traitorous genitals.
It was still raining, you could hear it bashing against the sides and roof of the cabin. For days it had been so loud inside. You wished for peace. Silence. Calm.
Knowing you couldn’t stay in bed with Harry touching you like that while dying a death in a fiery inferno, you made a move. Ever so slowly, you inched towards the edge of the bed until you could get your foot on the floor, and then expertly twisted your body so that his arm landed on the mattress with barely a disruption.
When you were satisfied he was still completely zonked, you slipped into the bathroom and ran a cold shower. You stood underneath the stream and dropped your forehead against the wall.
This was getting ridiculous. Complicated. Scary. Over the course of the week you and Harry had somehow gone from detested enemies to domestic companions. You hadn’t argued in a week. You took road trips together for games and snacks. And to make matters worse, your body was starting to react to him in a way it hadn’t since before you knew him. Yesterday you found his profile attractive and now your body gravitated towards his touch like it was trying to correct some kind of chemical imbalance.
Four more nights you reminded yourself. You can survive four more nights.
You stood under cold water for ten minutes and then went through the motions of washing your hair and scrubbing your body. You made sure you dressed again before you left the bathroom.
Harry, it turned out, had not offered such a courtesy. He was peering at something on his phone, standing over the table with a clean T-shirt in his hands, apparently midway through changing.
Your body went up in flames all over again at the sight of him. It wasn’t like the night you arrived where he was damp and glistening from-
No. You needed to calm the fuck down. Thoughts of Harry in the shower were not appropriate and would not be tolerated. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
“Shower free?” He asked, glancing up at you.
For shitting fuck’s sake.
“No one else is in there.”
His forehead crinkled at your reply. “Good to know… I’d be concerned if there was.”
You didn’t know how to come back to that, so you made for your suitcase in a show of needing something out of it, and Harry took that as his time to get in the bathroom. Once you heard the shower running again you let out a long breath.
Harry hadn’t made any coffee, so for once, since you were the first one up, you prepared yours and his. This exchange malarkey - wanting to be as generous to him as he had started being to you - was another tally on the metaphorical chart. You were in danger of doing something really stupid.
All day you kept to a safe distance. It didn’t help that he decided it was acceptable to walk around the cabin in shirtless periods, so you made sure to avoid eye contact with his chest and keep a straight face. You made breakfast, you made your own lunches, and he made dinner. You finished your jigsaw puzzle with neer a brush of fingertips, and you spent the rest of the day reading. He did the same.
This was safe. Comfortable. Neutral ground.
When you decided to call it a night you lay on your side facing away from him and waited for the inevitable to pull you under. Harry fidgeted beside you more than he usually did and it was the only thing keeping you awake. You wanted to snap at him as equally as you wanted to keep your mouth shut. He’d never fidgeted before, he slept like the dead once he was tucked in. A thing you envied.
He settled eventually, but you could tell he wasn’t asleep yet. It was like you could hear his brain whirring.
Giving in, you peeled an eye open and turned over your shoulder. “Do you need a nightcap or something?”
He glanced at you with a weak smile. “Sorry.”
“If it helps, when I’m struggling to sleep I come up with scenarios in my head that would never happen until my own ridiculousness is too much for my brain.”
It was dark in the room, but you were sure you saw a smile tease on his mouth. “Like what?”
Here goes nothing. This was the exact opposite of what you’d been trying to achieve today, but you’d opened yourself up now like a surgeon operating on your vital organs. Might as well see it through.
You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. “Anything. One time Henry Cavill was a firefighter and rescued me from a burning building. Another time he was my soulmate and fell in love with me at first sight. Another time he was my neighbour and I found out my cat had been flirting with him.”
Harry’s belly laugh filled the quiet room. “Do they always involve Henry Cavill?”
“90% of the time, yes. Sometimes I treat myself and think about that bass player from The 1975.”
“I see… so tall men, then?”
“Broad.” You amend. “It’s all in the shoulders.”
“Interesting.”
“Maybe you could try thinking about doing the splits for that yoga woman again.”
“No.”
You shot a questioning look at him through the darkness, but he likely didn’t catch it given his silence.
He turned his head towards you, expression calm. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Oh boy. “If you want to.”
Harry rolled onto his side to face you, one hand shoved under his pillow. Feeling like you had no other choice, you did the same and gave him your face.
He licked his lips. You’d seen him do it before in interviews before he talked about something exposing. Not that you’d watched many of his interviews. Just the ones Holly had you sit through. So, all of them. “I’ve really enjoyed this week.”
Something bloomed inside you - right in the middle of your stomach, warm and tingly - and spread right through you to the tips of your fingers and toes. You felt it on your cheeks and the tips of your ears, too.
“It’s not been completely horrible,” You admitted, voice suddenly a little hoarse.
“I have a theory.”
“What’s that?”
He hesitated. “I might be wrong, but I think Holly and your brother did it on purpose.”
You gave a slow nod. “I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought the same when I got here. I’m sure, if we are onto them, Holly was the main culprit.”
“Oh, yeah.” He said with absolute certainty. “Your brother probably tried to ward her off the idea.”
“Also rather convenient that they were visiting for a family birthday the first weekend we were here.”
“Very convenient.”
You lay there for a moment, offering the smallest little grins to one another while keeping the other’s gaze. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness in the room, and you could just make out his profile. His eyes were heavy but he was still with you. You had the strongest urge to reach out and stroke his face, but you didn’t.
“Will you tell me a secret?”
An eye for an eye.
You took a deep breath and let your mind take a dive. You would give him something. He’d been honest with you. Now it was your turn. “Before I met you, sometimes my bedtime scenarios involved Niall.”
He reared back, face a beautifully offended sight. “Excuse me?”
Howling laughter ripped out of you and you had to bury your face into your pillow to stop from waking any wild animals in the near vicinity. 
“I can’t believe you just said that.” He said against your hysterics.
“I was joking.” You wheezed, and patted his shoulder. His broad, smooth, warm shoulder. “I didn’t, I swear.”
“Who were they about, then?”
You lifted a brow. As if he had to ask… “Seriously?”
“I wanna hear you say it.” He patted the mattress between you - not that there was much of it -, an invitation.
You sighed, but you were smiling, still giddy off the back of your joke. “You, Harry.”
“Can you say it in a full sentence? I might make it my ringtone.”
You shoved his shoulder again. At this point it just seemed you were looking for an excuse to touch it. “No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“A whisper is fine.”
“Fuck off.” You scoffed.
He moved an inch closer to you. “Please?”
You glared at him, but were painfully aware of the bitten smile on his face and the closeness of him. “Before I met you, some of my bedtime scenarios involved you.”
He exhaled with such depth and length you thought he might’ve taken his last breath. “What did they involve?”
“Absolutely not, we’re not going there.”
“Oh, come on. Please? Just one. I won’t hold it against you.”
“You and I both know that’s utter bollocks and you will laud it over me for the rest of my life.”
“Surprised you think I’ll be around for the rest of your life.”
“Unless Holly bins you off or you sack my brother, I am aware that it is likely you’ll always just be around. And both likelihoods seem very slim.”
“At least we can tolerate each other now.”
You gasped. “You don’t think I’m intolerable anymore?”
“You’ve grown on me.”
That pleased you more than you were willing to admit. After a beat of silence and another dive into your brain, you came up with one. “There was one I remember. We were friends and you’d come and visit me on your off time without telling me. I always imagined you just walking in the door and making yourself comfortable in my house. And you’d live with me for a few weeks until you had to go again.”
“A few weeks? You crammed a few weeks worth of storyline into one night?”
“Sometimes I had two or three part fantasies.” You shrugged.
“Interesting… is that all that happened? I turned into a vegetable on your sofa until I had to leave again?”
That made you laugh, but you quickly shook your head. “No. I’ve only ever had one bed.”
“So we’d have to share?”
“You don’t seem like the type of man to comfortably spend the night on the floor. And you definitely wouldn’t fit on my sofa.”
“I’ve never seen your house so I wouldn’t know, but I can tell you’ve really thought about this.”
“They say it’s better to write about what you know.”
“Write?”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s just a turn of phrase, Harry. I’m not writing this shit down.” At least, not recently…
“Damn. Maybe I would’ve liked to see it.”
“Funny.”
He grinned. “Glad you think so.”
You shoved him again and closed your eyes. “Go to sleep, Harry. Fantasise about your dream date at one of your shows or something.”
“Was that one of yours?”
Yes. “No.”
His chuckle floated around the room. “Goodnight,”
“Night.”
~
Your face was smushed against something hard when you woke up. It was warm, too, like the inside of an oven after being turned off. Your body worked before your brain did, and your hand decided to feel around for what it could possibly be. It almost felt like a lucid dream. Maybe you weren’t awake yet. Maybe, you were still asleep.
You could’ve just opened your eyes, but they didn’t seem to want to yet. Glued together after a deep and dreamless sleep. You palmed your way over the heated slab you were pressed against without really thinking about it.
Until it produced a low rumble, and shifted a little under you. Then you felt something move against your back. A hand. Underneath your pyjama vest against your side.
Your eyes finally flew open to be met with a tattooed swallow on a pectoral.
“I always knew you secretly liked me.” He groused, voice broken and lacking. And oh so very deep.
“Why aren’t you wearing a T-shirt?” You blurted, unable to move.
“It got really hot last night. You were dead to the world again. Until I lay back down.”
“Excuse me?”
He laughed, a quiet and gruff little sound. “You cuddled me. Not the other way around.”
“And you just let me?”
“Sure. It’s better than trying not to fall out of bed every night.”
You sucked in a breath and tried not to overthink it. “Right.”
“It’s okay, you know. I don’t mind.”
“What if I mind?”
“Do you?”
Did you? You’d spent all of yesterday in your head about how things had changed between you, and his unavoidable attractiveness. Now your subconscious mind and/or body were willingly worming their way into a nighttime cuddle with him.
Christ alive, was there no hope?
“I don’t know.”
He squeezed your hip without a hint of hesitation. “I think I like this side of you.”
You dared to peer up at him. His eyes were droopy from sleep but his irises still glistened like seaglass. His scruff was getting fuller and that urge to stroke it returned. Your belly did a little flip-flop. And then he shifted slightly and you realised that your legs were intertwined, too. Dangerous feelings bloomed between your legs.
“What side is that?” You asked in a breathy voice.
He smirked. He knew what was going on in your head even if he was too polite to say it. “The one where I confuse you without behaving like a prick.”
“It is incredibly inconvenient for me.”
“Does it happen a lot?”
“Absolutely not.”
“I might be shooting myself in the foot here, but I think since you’re not making any attempt to move you can’t mind it that much.”
You made a wordless noise. “I’m in shock.”
“Do you want me to move?”
For the sake of your sanity, it was probably a smart idea. Still, that absolutely didn’t mean you wanted to. And you didn’t want to. You really didn’t want to admit that to him, though.
“You won’t offend me if you say no.” He hummed. He was still around you now in a kind of tense way. He didn’t want to adjust until you said anything.
Christ, this side of Harry was not the one you wanted to get used to.
You bit your lip as if it had any impact over your blatant indecision.
He chuckled, “I’m gonna make this easy for you,” he started shifting, away from you, “I need the loo.”
You were almost certain he was trying to be polite. Again. It did give you the kick up the arse to take yourself out of his space, though.
You kept your gaze down as Harry hauled himself off the bed, determined not to see him in this manner - roughened and lazy.
“Sun’s back.”
“Is it?” You feigned more interest in a loose piece of thread on the bed sheet.
“If it’s warm do you want to go to the lake again?”
“Sounds good.”
It didn’t sound good. It sounded horrific. Only in the sense you’d be subjected to more half-naked Harry. Wet, half-naked Harry.
He finally disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you with your muddled thoughts. You realised in that moment that none of this would get any easier until you were out of the cabin and into your AirBnB. You’d crawl there if you had to.
As you had with every visit down to the lake, you packed a tote with towels, drinks, snacks and enough entertainment to keep you occupied for the day.
You felt the heat the second you opened the cabin door. It was like that first step off a plane after landing in a hot country. 
You started walking while Harry locked up, head tipped towards the sun above you. It was a dry heat today. Dangerous in one way but most definitely your favourite kind. It didn’t feel suffocating like humidity did.
“Definitely ice cream and swimming weather today.” Harry commented as he caught up with you. 
“I love it when it’s like this.” You admitted. The sunny heat made your skin prickle.
“I can tell. You already seem to be in a better mood than yesterday.”
“I’m so glad we don’t have to spend another day indoors. I think I’d have lost my marbles.”
“Sure you’re not just pleased you don’t have to spend so much time in my general vicinity?” He was teasing, for the most part.
“Not even. I’m just not an indoor person.”
“If you say so.” He gave your hip a little poke.
You also caught the way he tried to tangle his fingers in the fabric of your pool dress, whether unconsciously or not, you weren’t sure. “If that were the case, I’d tell you.”
“God damn, I think you’re right.”
Once you made it to the lake you set yourselves up in the sun but close to some shade in case the heat became too much.
“You gonna come for a swim before you ignore me for a book the rest of the day?” Harry teased. “You haven’t gone in once since you got here.”
“Maybe, I don’t know.” You muttered, once again averting your gaze while he stripped out of his t-shirt.
“Is this where you tell me you can’t swim?”
You rolled your eyes and ignored his question. “It doesn’t feel very responsible abandoning our things at the same time.”
“They’ll be fine - we’ve got eyes on them.”
“What if we both get distracted and all our food gets nicked?”
“I like that you’re more concerned with the food being stolen than your purse or your phone.”
“Gluten free snacks are expensive.” You argued.
“Come on. Just for a bit? Five minutes and then we’ll come back and do some baking.”
You glanced up at him. You knew you’d never hear the end of it if you didn’t. How much ammunition had you already given him if after this holiday things went back to normal? Teenage bedtime stories? Throwing up in the bushes while on your hands and knees? Harassing paparazzi? That last one sounded ludicrous.
“Five minutes, and then I’m getting out to nurse my food.”
“Deal.” He stuck his hand out, but when you took it he dragged you to your feet rather than shook it. 
“Let me just hide all this in the shade.” You said in a quiet voice, still trying to avoid looking at him for long periods of time. 
“Fine. I’ll meet you down there.”
“Okay.”
You busied yourself putting your tote bag in the shadier part of your set up. It should’ve been a five second task but you managed to stretch it out to a half minute. 
When you looked over your shoulder for Harry, he hadn’t got very far. Nor had he gotten any less attractive. In fact, he’d gotten more so. He was like Adonis. All muscles and tanned arms. Those tattoos didn’t help, either. Lord, what a specimen.
“Fuck sake.” You hissed, turning away from him again.
Taking a deep breath, you peeled your pool dress off and left it with your other belongings. Then you took more time just to mentally prepare yourself, smoothing your hands down your body.
“If you were doing this three weeks ago, you wouldn’t be this nervous.” You chided yourself. “Get a grip, woman. He’s just a man. It’s just Harry.”
But he’d never been just Harry, had he?
Fuck off.
You spun around and started marching towards the water’s edge. Harry had only just begun wading through the gentle tide. The volume of rainfall had affected the lake’s size by some margin. The beach was half the depth it had been five days ago yet the heat had attracted more people, leaving less space. It was busy.
“How cold is it?” You demanded once you were within earshot of him.
He turned over his shoulder to answer you, but his response seemed to get caught in his throat. His eyes raked down your body and then back up, a shameless and blatant go at checking you out. You were already hot from the sun, but this was much, much worse.
“It’s not bad.” He managed, gaze lingering on your chest.
Realisation smacked you in the face like a hard, rough paddle. The attraction wasn’t one-sided.
Trying to ignore Harry’s staring, you dipped your toe in, wincing a little. “It’s not great, either.”
“If I push you in it’ll take the shock away faster.”
“So much as touch me, Styles, and you’ll be sleeping outside tonight.”
He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, Jesus Christ.”
You waded in ahead of him until the water swallowed your hips, ultimately proud of yourself. Open-water was not your favourite by any stretch. You turned around with a big grin, only to be met with a wave of water splashing over your entire front.
Shock and bitter cold had your body tensing, and a loud gasp fell out of your mouth. 
Harry’s roaring laughter ripped through the air, back arched and head tipped to the sky. “Oh, that was too good.”
“You,” you took a step toward him, “absolute,” and spread your arm wide, “dick.”
You dragged the length of your arm across the surface of the water and watched as an equivalent wave crashed over him. He staggered a little, but caught himself before he toppled over. A triumph on your part. Now you were even; he was just as wet as you were.
“You’re in trouble.” He warned when his gaze rejoined yours. He started making his way to you, and so you began to retreat.
“You started it.” You put your hands out, heart hammering in your ears.
“And I’m gonna finish it, too.” He lurched towards you.
Squealing, you hurled yourself away from him, only narrowly avoiding being caught. You splashed him again which he did not seem to appreciate, and laughed maniacally with each tread away from him.
“Come here!” He yelled.
“No!”
He chased you further into the water and then back out again towards the shoreline. You were more agile than you gave yourself credit for because you always just managed to be just out of his reach, three steps ahead, and laughing away the whole time.
“You’re a menace, woman!” He bellowed, but he sounded almost breathless.
“You’re only just realising?!” You cackled, narrowly dodging another attempt at grabbing you.
“I’ve known for a long time.” It almost sounded like a promise.
You circled around an innocent old woman a couple of times but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact she was just as entertained as you were.
“You’re supposed to be in peak physical condition, Styles.” You goaded, managing to float further away. “This is embarrassing.”
He gave an exasperated laugh. “I’m going easy on you.”
“Are you? ‘Cause to me it looks like you just can’t keep up.”
You waded further into the water with your back to him, far enough that you were covered up to your chest. When you turned around again, Harry had disappeared.
“What the-,”
“-Boo.” 
You screamed as an arm wrapped around your waist from behind, your heart attempting to flee out of your chest. That familiar boom of laughter filled the air again, and your back was brought flush against Harry’s hard chest. He leaned over and splashed more water over you while you attempted to wriggle free.
“You prick, that’s not fair!”
“I think you’ll find it is fair.” He rebutted. “There were no rules set before we started.”
“You didn’t even alert me to the game before you started it!”
“You turned it into a game by retaliating.”
“Well, I’m not just gonna let you get away with it! And that still doesn’t give you an excuse to scare the shit out of me!”
“Alright, that’s fair.” He conceded, and loosened his hold on you. Then he turned you around by the arms and kept you there. “I’m sorry for scaring the shit out of you.”
Then he did the unthinkable and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, smushing you in a hug against his chest. It wasn’t lost on you how similar it was to the way you woke up this morning, and the change in pace again was giving you some kind of mental whiplash.
To avoid keeling over, you linked your arms around his waist. An odd feeling settled over you. Harry’s body was an unfamiliar comfort; his affection was like gravity. All of a sudden you were grounded, centred. How hadn’t you noticed before that you’d just been floating around?
He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head before he released you, but not entirely. Before you could really pull away, he took your face between his hands, encouraging you to meet his gaze. You gave him that much. Undivided, uncontested attention. You had given him that for a week now. There wasn’t much else to capture your attention.
His eyes were impossibly bright under the beating sun. Wordlessly, he smoothed each of his thumbs across your face, from the bridge of your nose and across your cheekbones to the hilt of your jaw.
Your lips parted with your next exhale and his attention dipped, drawn in by it.
Oh God. 
This was uncharted territory. Would he really do it? Would he kiss you? In public? In front of close to a hundred people. White noise filled your ears at the thought.
The sun was getting hotter as it grew closer to midday. Highest point in the sky. Most lethal temperature. Your back felt dry, scalded.
The ghost of Harry’s touch still lingered on your nose and cheeks. “Can you see the bag?”
He blinked a few times and then lifted his gaze to the beach behind you. “Yeah. It’s still there. Although someone has sat incredibly close to us since we left it.”
You turned around, but his touch didn’t fall away. His hands remained on your shoulders. He was right - someone had set themselves up irritatingly close to your things, and that put you on edge.
“Go on.” He patted your back, right in the middle. “I can tell you’re itching to go back.”
You glanced up at him. “You’re not coming?”
“I never said that.”
Satisfaction nestled in your very core.
Together you waded back through the water to the shoreline and up the beach to your things.
“I’ve never wanted a windbreaker so much in my life.” Harry muttered as you sat back down.
You answered with a smile, and began searching through your tote for suncream. Harry held his hand out, so you squeezed a blob onto his palm and then started on yourself.
“Want me to do your back?” He offered.
Shitting hell. You’d planned to just lie on your back for the rest of the day, or at the very least keep only your front turned to the sun if you were sitting up.
“Yeah, okay.” You nodded. 
“Will you do mine after?”
“Sure.”
Harry took the bottle from you, and you turned in your place to offer him your back. You attempted to school your breathing when his hand met your bare skin and began turning circles against it. He was methodical and somewhat cautious in his approach, a complete contrast to his behaviour not fifteen minutes ago. But still, in this kind of proximity with him you felt this unusual comfort, even if it was intermingled with nerves. You did your absolute best not to panic when his hand dropped lower to the waistband of your bottoms.
You switched places after he gave you a gruff, “Done.” This was better, because at least he couldn’t see you now.
While you had the opportunity to, you marvelled at his back, gaze following the lines of strong muscle and tendon. Your hands did their own thing, circling the cream into his skin until it vanished.
You used the excuse of being thorough to make sure you could admire him for as long as possible without it being suspicious, but eventually you gave him a pat on the shoulder to announce you were done.
You settled into comfortable silence. You lay on your back and used your book as a shield from the sun. Harry lay on his front parallel to you with his face turned towards you.
When he didn’t close his eyes or speak to you, you couldn’t help but ask, “Have you not got some form of entertainment with you?”
“Of course I do. You.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not putting my book away to be your monkey.”
“Who said anything about that? Watching you like that is enough.”
You tried your damned hardest to ignore the butterflies in your tummy. “I can only imagine it to be immensely boring.”
“It’s not.” He insisted. “You could read to me if you feel bad, though.” 
“I don’t feel bad, and it would only slow me down.”
His laughter was a glorious, low rumble. “Then I will just watch.”
You sighed, but failed to find the energy to argue further.
Twenty minutes later, when being on your back became uncomfortable, you turned over. Before you settled down again you took the opportunity to look around. 
It was busier. Hardly an inch of space available on the stony beach.
“How bad is it?” Harry asked.
“It’s not great.”
He groaned.
“We can go back soon if you want. There might be some dry ground outside the cabin.”
“Might have to.” He lifted his head and peered over his shoulder. “Christ.”
You gave a helpless squeeze to his shoulder, and your body reacted as anyone’s would when he rested his cheek against it. More butterflies.
Oh boy.
“One more chapter and we’ll go.” You mumbled, voice uneven.
He nodded, and then he did something that took your breath away. He kissed the back of your hand. Just an innocent peck against your knuckle. It was such a certain and unabashed action you almost didn’t believe he’d done it, but the giveaway was the fact that you could still feel it after he pulled his lips away. And then, because you’d lost that last bit of self control, you stroked your hand across his scruff like it was nothing; the most natural thing in the world. It was coarse yet soft, completely contradicting itself.
Your brain betrayed you. Images of what the aftermath might look like if he ever found his way between your legs with a beard like that. Irritation on your inner thighs. Your excitement spread across the fine hairs. A shiny tip of his nose.
Stop.
You smoothed your hand against his scruff again. His eyes fluttered but they never closed. His gaze shifted to yours, and suddenly green was the only colour in the world. And seaglass was your favourite.
His gaze dropped to your mouth and your heart skipped two beats. Your faces had barely an inch of space between them. You could feel his sweet breath as it fanned across your face. He did that nervous lip-lick again, and melted butter replaced the cells that made up your body.
You wanted him to kiss you. Every other feeling you’d ever had towards him vanished like a ship in the Bermuda Triangle. You’d thought the evolution of your attraction towards him had been all on you. That maybe earlier when you’d presented yourself on the shoreline in your swimsuit that he was just doing as all other men did - appreciating something without taking advantage. Look but don’t touch. He wouldn’t be looking at your mouth like that if he didn’t want you.
He seemed to be waging a war with himself over the thought of kissing you, and it made you itch. Made you want it more.
Fuck it.
You used the fact that you were already holding his face as a means of bringing him towards you, and then you closed the short distance and pressed your mouth to his. 
He didn’t react in any way towards you, and your mind fell into a horrendous tailspin. What were you doing? You were in public, and Harry wasn’t just some random beach-goer. He was a fucking celebrity. What if someone had seen you? What if someone was watching, and worse, cataloguing it?
Oh, shit. You’d fucked up.
But when you tried to retreat, he didn’t let you. He chased you back, capturing the side of your face with one hand. He moved his mouth over yours, finally leading, and the tension fell away from your body in heavy reems until you were pliant to him and his wants.
God his mouth was divine. Soft, full, gentle. A little sloppy, but you didn’t mind. It was what you wanted, what you needed. It didn’t cross boundaries or become indecent. It was just… just. Something that fulfilled its own purpose. And you revelled in it for as long as you had it, because you didn’t know if you could have it again once it ended.
Harry’s thumb caressed your cheek and even that made you feel giddy. He parted his mouth and his tongue traced along your lower lip. 
A whimper caught in your throat, and blood rushed to your cheeks, the back of your neck and the tips of your ears. You pulled away with an embarrassed laugh and buried your face against your arm.
He chuckled, dropping his lips to your shoulder. He stroked a hand over your bare back, and it made you shiver. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry.” You huffed. “That was pathetic on my part.”
“I wouldn’t call it that.”
You peeked up at him, finding his gaze already on you. “What would you call it, then?”
He pursed his lips, and you wanted to kiss him all over again. “Kinda sexy.”
“Kinda?”
He leaned closer, using it as an excuse to kiss your shoulder. He lingered, “Won’t be able to stand up for a minute, let’s put it that way.”
A heavy desire settled in your very core, mouth salivating. The sudden need to have this man all over you was frankly startling.
“Maybe I won’t finish my chapter…” 
He gave a breathy laugh as he watched you dogear the corner of your current page. You slipped the book into your tote and rested your head on your arms, facing him. He was resting on his elbow with his cheek against his fist, and he looked every bit the Greek God. His other hand still stroked over your back.
“Ice cream for the way home?” He suggested.
Your nod was slow, purposeful. “Maybe I’ll switch it up and have what you have.”
His gaze fogged with what you could only assume was lust. “I can get on board with that.”
You rolled onto your back and sat up, then pulled your pool dress back over your body. Harry made it to his feet, towering over you.
“Meet me by the van?” He suggested.
“Yeah. I’ll pack up.”
With a nod, he was off. He’d left his t-shirt behind, deciding to make the most of the sun. Knowing that he was roaming around half-naked broke you out in a nervous sweat. There were plenty of other men around without their tops on, but it was different with Harry. His body was recognisable.
You noticed as you packed up that your hands were shaking. You were giving yourself a headache over your back and forth between awkward and spontaneous. Yes, you’d decided to go back to the cabin, but that was before you kissed him. And you were the one that flirted with him, not the other way around. He might’ve been turned on after kissing you but he took no part in initiating things. The fear of possible rejection somewhere later down the line prompted a panic.
No.
No panicking. 
This was Harry. 
Harry, who you would inevitably see again and again further down the line whether things progressed between you or not. You needed to think with your rational head, not the one that fantasised everything. You’d let things take their natural course. If nothing happened, nothing happened. End of story.
Besides, you were moving out of the cabin in a couple of days to the bungalow. It would make that whole shift easier if nothing happened.
With everything collected and packed away, you made your way over to Harry who was paying for your ice cream. He handed you a cone with a mint chocolate chip scoop on the top.
“What’s that?” You asked after spotting the one he was holding.
He looked at his chocolate cone with a smirk. “We can all switch it up, you know.”
“Not the flavour, the cone.” There was an obvious difference between a normal cone and a gluten free one. Harry didn’t have a normal cone like he usually did.
He gave a passive shrug and started walking. “Maybe I’m getting attachments to your food substitutions.”
You snorted. “Seriously?”
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. You knew he was joking to some degree, but once again, your fantasising brain took over from your rational one. It told you he was being safe with you. If anything did happen again, like a repeat of the little kiss you’d just shared, he didn’t want to run the risk of you getting sick.
As suggestive as you’d been, the rational side struggled to believe they were his real motives. 
He walked ahead of you rather than beside you. It was terrible, actually, because it gave you the perfect view of his back, amongst other things. You’d lost all interest in your ice cream, too busy fawning over the way Harry ate his. It was near pornographic. You had to take a lick of ice cream to cool yourself down.
His tanned back shone under the sun, damp with sweat, and the little curls around his neck were beginning to drip with it, too, squeezing out from under his hat. And then there were his calves, which strained every time he took a step. It didn’t help that you were walking uphill, so his muscles were working overtime.
You took another languid lick from your cone. 
The cabin was in sight, but you had no interest in it. All your focus was on the man in front of you.
Harry turned around just as you were mid-lick, and your body felt limp at the sight of his chest, glistening with sweat between his pectorals. The only thing that distracted you was a cool drip making its way down your chest.
“Shit.” You hissed.
Harry was in your space in an instant. His ice cream was long gone, but that look in his eye had returned. “Making a mess?”
You nodded wordlessly. His gaze was so intense you fought to breathe properly, and it was focused on the wet line of ice cream currently making its way into your cleavage. 
“I’ll get it.” He said, voice pure gravel.
 His mouth lowered to your clavicle, tongue licking against your warm skin. You sucked in a breath, hypnotised when he moved lower down your chest towards your breasts. He took the smallest handful of your dress at the front and pulled it low enough for him to continue to where he wanted. 
The noise you made when he passed his tongue through the top of your cleavage was just as embarrassing as the one earlier, when you’d kissed on the beach. 
The soggy cone in your hand crushed between your tight grip, spilling between your fingertips and down your arm.
Harry placed strategic little pecks back up your front, oblivious to the little dilemma you were having. “Mint chocolate is still my favourite.” He said against your mouth.
“Is it?” You asked breathlessly. “There’s plenty of it.”
He gave you a perturbed look, and then did his eyes trail along your arm to the mess in your hand. You expected him to laugh, but he did no such thing. 
He growled. 
He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought your body flush against his. Then he took your elbow in his other hand and brought the mess closer. Because you couldn’t help yourself, you wiped some of it across his mouth and up his cheek.
“You didn’t.” His voice was so low and dangerous it had sparks lighting through random limbs.
“I did,” you whispered.
You reached up and began cleaning it off the same way he had you - with your mouth. You started on his cheek, taking your time to wipe it up as you moved along his scruff to his mouth. And when you did finally reach his mouth he was ravenous with you, the opposite of the kiss on the beach. He ate you up, tongue and all.
For a little while, you let him. He felt good on your mouth. He showed you just how much he wanted you with his tongue and the way he squeezed your body tightly to his. The need to melt into his hold and float away became your top priority.
He started towards your coated arm, but you didn’t want him eating out of your hand. Quite literally. You wanted his focus elsewhere.
You pushed him away, batting off the guilt that came from the offended look on his face. Then you made him watch as you trailed your sticky hand down your chin from your mouth, over columns of your throat to your chest. You smeared most of it off, including on your boobs.
Harry looked like he was about to combust.
“You okay?” You teased. You slipped around him, walking backwards now towards the hut.
He turned over his shoulder and followed. “Do I look okay to you?”
You knew that was his invitation to look at his crotch. You allowed your gaze to drop for just a second, taking in the outline of his erection.
Big was the first thing that came to mind.
“There are worse things to be than turned on.”
A smile flirted with the corners of his mouth. You cleaned your hand up since the majority of the mess you’d made was now making its way down your chest and between your tits. Harry watched you as if you were a brilliant movie on the silver screen. He couldn’t take his eyes off you even if he wanted to.
Your back hit one of the posts on the cabin porch, and Harry found his way back into your space. He slipped the tote bag off your shoulder and let it fall to the floor by your feet.
He took two fistfuls of your dress and tugged it. “I want this off.”
You were still cleaning your hand. You silently nodded around your fingers, and then raised both arms in the air. He shucked the dress up to your chest and then whipped it off, tossing it into one of the chairs posted outside the door.
His gaze raked up your body like a man starved. 
A couple of droplets of ice cream had fallen lower and were trailing down your abdomen towards the line of your bikini. Before they could make it, Harry leaned forward and collected them onto his tongue.
Your breathing hitched, and you took your fingers back into your mouth as you watched him sponge kisses and trail licks back up your front.
You took his cap off with your free hand and dropped it in the same chair as your dress. Then you pushed your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp as he went.
As he reached the underside of your breasts, he smoothed his hands up your thighs. 
A low moan came out of you in anticipation. This man was about to unravel you in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine. You’d never shied away from sex before, but this was something else. What you and Harry were doing felt different. Exciting.
Harry managed to split his attention between cleaning your chest and smoothing up your thighs. He gripped your waist with one hand, and the other slid between your legs. He started circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, over your bikini.
You’d been wet ever since your kiss on the beach and his hand was only making your desire that much heavier.
“God, Harry,” you groaned, and your back arched away from the post, “just like that.”
He breathed out against your breast, as if hearing your praise was the biggest compliment in the world.
He continued working you up between your thighs as his tongue laved over every inch of your front, wiping up the sticky mess you put there. He sucked your nipple over the fabric of your swimsuit.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” he groused, and worked deeper into your heat with his fingers.
“Take them out.” You begged.
He shook his head against your chest, roving upwards. “Not outside.”
This gentlemanly side of him was like a silent killer. He wasn’t up for exposing you in public even though you’d had no quarrel with it. You supposed he was more than well-versed with the repercussions of having your private life displayed for the world to see. It didn’t stop you from grinding on his hand, though.
He lapped up the cream on your chest and throat, until finally, finally his mouth joined yours again. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing his body hard against yours. You continued to grind into his hand while rubbing your boobs against his chest. The friction you so craved was driving you wild.
“You’re unbelievable.” He groaned into your mouth.
“It’s not the first time you’ve told me that.”
He puffed a laugh through his perfect lips. “It’s still true. Except I’m saying it now as a dead man.”
You gasped at the feeling of one of his fingers trying to bury into your heat. “How so?”
“I’m at your mercy, baby.”
“Oh, God.” You whined, keeping his mouth firmly on yours. “I never thought I’d say this but I really want you to fuck me, Harry.”
“I will.” He insisted with a nip of your lips. “But I really want you to come on my hand first.”
“Fuck.” You whimpered.
You ground and ground against Harry’s fingers, focussing all of your attention on that one thing while his kisses plastered your mouth until your climax finally bubbled to the surface and exploded, straining your body in shivering tightness. You buried your face into his neck as you cried out, clinging onto him to help it subside.
He took his hand from between your legs and wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you away from the column. When your legs weren’t complete jelly, you were already moving again, coaxing him inside.
A deep moan bubbled out of him when you reconnected your lips. He knew what you were doing and he was only too eager to join, walking you into the cabin. The door was kicked shut the second you were over the threshold.
Your hand slid down his front, fingertips tracing over the lines of his torso until you had a handful of clothed man. Harry was big. You knew that already from the brief encounter you’d had with it on arrival, but with your hands on that appendage now, you realised you might have your work cut out for you.
Harry grunted at your touch like a starved animal. It was such a deep, jarring noise it had shivers shooting all over your body, and straight back to your clit again. And you ate that noise right out of his mouth.
You tucked both hands into the waistband of his trunks and slid the garment down, falling to your knees with it. His back hit the door.
“What are you doing?”
You met his gaze, not a hint of hesitation on you. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Christ,” he hissed, “I don’t think I’ll last long if you do that.”
You smirked, gliding your hands up his thighs to wrap around his shaft. “That’s okay.”
“But I want to shag you.”
“I have every intention of doing that, too.”
“Might be hard if I finish in your mouth.”
You gave him a challenging raise of your brow. “You telling me you don’t have enough in you for two rounds? For a man who sings about sex as much as you do, that’s kinda disappointing.”
He knew you were goading him. He could tell by the look in your eye, that fiery glint that lived to wind him up. And it’d be a damn lie if he said he didn’t love it. Sparring with him over nothing was one thing, but to challenge his stamina? Entirely another.
He didn’t take your bait, settling with a tense jaw and a dark look in his eye. You took that as enough encouragement to continue.
You tucked your hands into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, avoiding getting poked in the eye when it sprang free. Taking it by the base with a gentle grip at first, you studied it with a calm exterior. Your interior, however, was rioting. In me it screamed.
Never one to deny yourself of anything you wanted, you stroked his shaft a couple of times and took him in your mouth without any further delay.
“Bloody hell,” Harry swayed a little at the suddenness of it all, only finding your shoulders to steady himself on.
You started working him, both hand and mouth moving up and down the length of him because he wasn’t going to fit in just your gob, big as it was. Your tongue licked around him too, preening his hot and veiny length. Sometimes it felt wrong to call a phallus beautiful, but his really was.
You gripped the back of his thigh as you bobbed and bobbed and bobbed. If there was such a thing as ‘perfectly hairy’, Harry was it. His leg hair felt incredible in an inexplicable way, and if you weren’t turned on enough already, it was really fucking doing it for you. It turned out, a lot about this man really did it for you.
“Oh, fuck,” Harry panted, stroking your hair as an excuse to just hold your head, “that’s good, darlin’.”
Words of praise hadn’t really been your thing until that exact moment. You worked harder around him, hand and lips moving in quicker succession. You wanted him to praise you more so you’d work even harder than that. Then maybe you’d get to watch him unravel while you tasted him on your tongue for the very first time.
“Not surprised a girl with a mouth like yours knows how to use it.”
It was a backhanded compliment if you’d ever heard one, but you were going with it. You quite enjoyed that he could still find a way to drag you a little while saying nice things. Lewd nice things, but nice all the same.
You pulled back and lifted his length up, closing your mouth around his balls to suck instead. He hissed, fisting the hair at the back of your head. The sharp pain that caused only made you want him more.
You met his gaze as you sucked away at each of his balls, and he was a fucking sight - strong yet vulnerable, beautiful yet roughened. Everything he exuded in that second was a contradiction to itself and the man became more of a conundrum to you than he ever had been. You needed to ground him again. Rearrange the version of him in your head so that the one that existed outside of it became clear.
You slid the hand holding his leg upward and behind to stroke over his ass cheek. Obviously it was smooth and perky and you felt a strange kind of envy because it wasn’t fair that men always had such spectacular rear-ends.
Then you stopped sucking on his bollocks and licked up his shaft like it was better than a freaking Calippo. Hell, it was better by a staggering degree. You prayed to any ethereal entity that would listen that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d get to suck away at Harry’s girthy man-meat.
You licked up the crease on his tip, taking the dribble of pre-come with you. It melted on your tongue, and a dirty groan spilled out of you and over his shaft as it sunk back into the heat of your mouth. 
You fought harder this time as you started bobbing around him. Cheeks hollowed and chin drowning in your own saliva. You took him as far as you could, into the tightness of your throat until he was the one choking. Then you rested back for a second to suck on his tip, before shoving him back down as far as he’d go.
“No, no, no,” Harry stressed, attempting to pull away.
But it was already too late, and a smug satisfaction washed over your entire being as he began to come. You gripped onto his legs to keep his cock inside your mouth. Again he only had your shoulders to keep him upright as his hips instinctively bucked in shallow movements with each wave of his release. He tasted unlike anything before. It had this addicting quality to it and part of you would be happy if he just never stopped coming.
But he did, eventually, and once he was out of your mouth you swallowed down his release and made a show of licking your lips afterward.
“Are you okay?” You asked once you could finally talk.
He looked spent already, but you weren’t going to let him give up that easily. His hair was all in his face, cheeks stained pink, and his skin was shiny in places that hadn’t been considered obscene until this very moment. Harry looked like he was about to film an advert for a new ‘fragrance for men’. Just like everyone else, whatever he was selling, you’d probably buy it.
“‘M bloody wonderful.” The way he spoke had a weightlessness to it, and you wanted to float away on it.
You rose to your feet, leaving a path of kisses up his torso as you went. Havoc wrecked up your insides as you did so. You’d had a piece of him already, but that damn body… enough to send the calmest of women to an institution.
Harry captured your mouth the second he could and absolutely ravaged you. He was all encompassing, like nothing else in the world mattered. Right then, it didn’t. Only his kisses and the hunger he gave off with them.
You found yourself with your back against the door, Harry’s body heavy against you. His weight caused your insides to light up all over again, your centre preparing for pleasure.
“Harry, I need you in me,” you spoke against his kisses, clawing at his skin to keep him closer, keep the fire in your body alive and burning.
“I need in you,” He agreed, his attack on your mouth not letting up.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“I’m trying to remember what I did with the condoms I had in my suitcase.”
Inexplicably, you started giggling. It amused you, that this man who could seem so suave and smooth and charming could lose something like his condoms.
When your head tilted to the side, he took advantage of your exposed neck, delicately sucking his way down and back to your cleavage. He took you out of your clothes until you were completely bare, finally in matching states of undress.
“I’ve got some in my handbag,” you managed to say on a heavy pant.”
Harry growled, and the noise shot straight to your clit, “Don’t move.”
He yanked himself away from you and marched across the room to your bag, where it sat on the floor by the bed.
“Inside zip pocket,” you told him, teeth nibbling at your lower lip.
He found the strip and tore one off, then ripped it open and put it on without any form of hesitation. He took a brief second to study your nakedness, still standing with your back against the door, and then he was crowding you again, leaving you with barely room to breathe. Yet taking breath was the last thing you cared about.
“God, you’re pretty,” he sighed as he shoved his face into your neck. His lips lightly nipped and sucked away at your skin, while his hands roamed your naked body.
His dick was hard again, pressing against your stomach, and your sex was rioting with impatience. You combed your fingers through his hair, tugging every now and then on the soft curls until he shivered. He lifted your leg at the thigh and hooked it over his hip, and like he just couldn’t wait any longer, he thrust his length inside you at once. 
You choked on the breath you were intaking at the sheer fullness of him, and now it was your turn to bury your face in his neck. He smelled like sea water and sweat and it made a heady, lusty scent. 
He spoke your name like a prayer, “fuck. You feel… I don’t even know. Fucking marvellous.”
You gripped him tighter as he started thrusting, heavy and hard. “You’re so big, Harry.”
Your backside hit the door, and while it was a little painful and might well bruise, it actually made it all the better. You felt like an animal, matching his hip movements one by one. 
It felt like he was trying to prove something, and even though he really didn’t need to, you weren’t going to tell him that. You liked this side of him - this real maleness that you hadn’t really seen from him beside his occasional pigheadedness. And it was only occasional because he only showcased it with you. With everyone else he was a god damn peach. Maybe he’d be a peach with you now, too, with less of the bravado. But you’d like to see this side of him more, where he had nothing and yet everything to prove, and a driving desire to prove it.
He was starting to pound faster and faster, grunting and groaning. Sweat rolled down his back and it was oddly stimulating. You traced your fingertips down his spine and back up, then gripped his face and brought his mouth to yours for a mind-bending snog.
If his mouth was heaven, his dick was fucking ecstasy.
Everything about him worked together to provide the ultimate pleasure and you were centimetres from falling off the damn train.
“Harry, touch my clit.” You ordered.
He growled again and it was utterly delicious. He stroked his hand from your hip to your cunt and started stroking that sensitive nub in such a stark contrast to how he was fucking into you that you reached a new level of overwhelm.
“Fuck, Harry!” You squealed.
“You are,” pant, “insatiable.”
He dropped his mouth to the top of your breast and sucked - hand, cock and mouth all moving together in sync to bring you to climax.
Stilted, you groaned at the way your orgasm washed over you like a debilitating blaze. Harry’s body held you prisoner against the door, and you knew from his shudder that he was coming too. Hard, if his teeth against your shoulder blade was any indication.
“It’s not like this,” He said after a moment of quiet. 
You were boneless sandwiched between his hard front and the door. If he moved, you’d collapse. “What?”
He took your face in his hands and kissed you, slow and sweet, “It’s not like this. Ever. I feel different with you.”
A thick lump formed in your throat, and you forced it down with a swallow. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know what he meant. You knew exactly what he meant. You were no stranger to sex, but it hadn’t ever been like that before. Something about being with Harry lit you up on the inside like a firework display on bonfire night. But for some reason, you couldn’t put that into words for him. So you did the only thing you could and kissed him back.
You wound up in the shower together, going for another round before cleaning each other up. It was more delicate than the first time. You took your time, and then when you were both spent, you finally stepped out, clean and sated.
Harry wiped you down with the towel first, taking extra care to make sure you were completely dry. Watching him care for you that way did terrible things to your insides. Especially the vital organ in your ribcage. He’d gone from carnal to tender in a matter of seconds and that familiar feeling of whiplash latched onto you again.
You clung to the sink while he towelled himself down, watching his every move. Admiring him. There was no animosity left in you to harbour towards this man. It would be a waste to do so. You’d hold onto it for someone else, someone more worthy. For now, Harry had earned something else. Something sweeter.
He took your face between his hands when he was done, appreciating you. His thumbs stroked over your cheeks. You took a gentle hold of his wrists, keeping your eyes on his.
“Don’t go to the bungalow.”
You bit your lip at his request. Knowing what you knew now, you’d have never booked it if you had any slight inkling that this might’ve happened. And by ‘this’ you obviously meant sleeping with him. Up until 2 days ago the possibility was at around 0.01%. 
But you had booked it to safeguard yourself, and paid a hefty deposit. You weren’t going to get that back now.
“Don’t worry about the money, just… stay with me.” He pleaded.
“But I am worried about the money.” You admitted. “People like me have to be. I’ve already been frivolous enough trying to get here.”
“I’ll give it to you.”
“I don’t want you to.”
He frowned, and his hands fell away. You suddenly felt cold, craving his warmth and his touch again. You closed the space between you and rested your palms against his naked chest.
“I can’t just let something like that go, Harry. And I’ve never taken well to people just offering me things. Especially not money. I have to earn it. It’s not personal, I promise.”
“I just wanted to do something for you.”
“I know. But you don’t have to.”
He studied you for a moment, eyes searching your face. “What if I came with you?”
You chuckled. “Okay, keen bean. I think you need to slow down. Think about it for a minute.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“I’m not going away.” You reminded him. “I’ll be half an hour down the road, that’s it.”
“Too far.”
You shook your head and dropped your forehead to his chest. “It’s not really.”
“I don’t want you staying somewhere alone.”
“If you weren’t here then I would’ve spent 4 weeks up here alone. With only badgers for company.”
“Compromise with me a little? Please?”
You sighed, and he wrapped himself around you so that you were cocooned in his hold.
“You go to the AirBnB, but I come with you. If you won’t let me pay for it, let me come with you.”
Knowing he wasn’t going to let it go unless you gave him something, you said, “I’ll think about it.”
~
The next three days were utter bliss.
The first day, you barely managed to get out of bed. From the moment you woke up to the second you fell asleep, Harry was on you, touching you, affecting you. It was beautiful and fulfilling and also exhausting. He wouldn’t leave you alone, but you didn’t mind. You were enjoying this side of him. You were enjoying this side of you - the one that didn’t constantly feel tense or on edge or irritated. You were happy.
The second day, you spent it in the car, just driving around the Highlands with no planned route and no destination. He held your hand tightly in his while you explored mountain passes and vast lochs and deep forests. You stopped at a roadside cafe and had quite possibly the best gluten free sandwich of your life - which you were surprised was even an option in the depths of nowhere - and then carried on to another quiet pass where you had some wildly incredible sex in the front seat of the car. It was almost midnight by the time you got home, and the shitty three-quarter bed in the cabin had never felt so comfortable. It was made all the better with Harry’s body wrapped around you.
On the third and final day, Harry had gone into full wooing mode. Every single part of the day felt like an attempt to bring you on side, whether it be staying at the cabin or allowing him to come to the bungalow with you. He started with a wake up call that involved his glorious face between your legs, followed by a fully gluten free breakfast spread. After a joint shower wherein he shagged you senseless against the tile wall from behind, he dragged you out into the perfectly mild Highland day for a hike up the nearest - small - mountain. You were back by lunchtime for a picnic by the lake and a dip in the water, with less chasing this time and more paddling. Then, after a nap in the cabin that resulted in yet more sex, he took you into the village for dinner at the nicest restaurant it had. It was no Nobu - not that you’d ever eaten there - but it was good food and perfect company.
“Are you ever going to tell me what you said to that paparazzi that followed us last week?” Harry asked when our dessert was taken away. He had a hand settled on the base of his wine glass, the candle on the table flickering so that light danced across his handsome face in odd ways. It only pronounced the sparkle in his eye.
You licked your lips, fighting off your smile. “Probably not.”
“Please? I feel like I deserve to know, given it could come back and bite me in the bum.”
You giggled at his use of the word ‘bum’. It was like his mother was in the room with you. “It won’t.”
“And how are you so certain, darling?” He leaned forward over the table, still entertained.
“Because, baby, it is literally impossible for him to do so.”
“Care to explain?” He rested his chin on a closed fist, smirking.
With a sigh, you leaned sideways and fished around in your bag until you found what you were looking for. Between your index and middle finger, you flashed the small SD card that the man had reluctantly handed over to you all those days ago.
Harry’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Wow.”
“Uh-huh.”
“How’d you manage that?”
You thought back to your conversation outside the supermarket and let out a small laugh. “Er… I might have threatened to get the supermarket security involved for harassing customers, and then followed it with another threat to break his fancy camera and shove the SD card into some intimate places if he didn’t give it to me.”
Harry was staring at you like you were a mad woman. Maybe you were - you always did have a short fuse. “You said that?”
“Yes.”
He managed a blink. “You said that for me?”
“Yeah…”
He blew out a breath and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his beardy chin. “Which intimate places?”
You smiled, “Well, something that size wouldn’t have done much damage up his arsehole, would it?”
Harry grinned, shaking his head, “You’re amazing.”
“No. I just think everyone deserves a holiday without having the fucking press on their back for every second of it.”
He leaned forward again and grabbed your hand, littering it with kisses, “Amazing.”
“I’m sure you’d do the same if the roles were reversed.”
“I’d like to think I would, yes.”
Your hands tangled together in the middle of the table, and you traced the creases between them with your free hand. You took a deep breath as your thoughts rolled ahead to tomorrow and the decision you had to make. “Harry, I want to make a deal with you.”
His brow furrowed. “Okay…”
“I want to go to the bungalow tomorrow alone.” He opened his mouth to object, but you squeezed his hand and shook your head. “I arranged this time away from home so I could get away from people and out of my head for a bit. And that’s not me saying I’ve had a shit time with you - I absolutely haven’t. But I need some space. I didn’t expect you when I turned up here and I’ve been kind of derailed from all the things I wanted to do.”
“That doesn’t sound like a deal.” He argued.
“That’s because I wasn’t finished.”
Even in the glow of the candlelight it was obvious he was blushing, “Sorry.”
Your lips twitched with a smile. “That being said, I know as soon as we’re apart I know I’ll miss you. Ludicrous as that sounds, because a week ago I still kinda hated you, but it’s the truth. I will miss you. I know what you’ve been doing the past three days and I’d be a big fat liar if I said it wasn’t working.”
“No idea what you’re talking about.” He said with feigned ambivalence.
“Yeah, sure.” You rolled your eyes, but now your smile was really helpless. “Anyway. I want a week, Harry. That’s it. Just one week to myself, so I can work on my deadline and actually get something done. Because I’ll be honest, as soon as I realised you were here that night I got here, I kind of forgot I had work to do at all.”
He looked to be turning everything over in his head. “One week?”
“Yep. Just seven days. And then we can spend my last week here together and you can do whatever you want with me. Does that sound fair?”
He pursed his lips. “You go home in two weeks?”
“I do. Have the train ticket to prove it, too.”
“You can’t stay longer?”
“My life isn’t that flexible, Harry.”
“No, I know.” He took a breath, staring at our hands, still intertwined on the table. “Do you still split your time between London and home?”
“I do. Mostly home, but my place in London gets enough use. When work needs me to come into the office, it’s convenient. I’ve been fighting it for a while, but I think I might have to move to London permanently eventually. They’re discouraging working from home.”
He grunted like he disapproved of it. “Okay… I will let you have your week so we can have our week afterward. And I’m coming home with you when you have to leave.”
“Oh, you are, are you?” You asked over a laugh. “Thank you for letting me know.”
He snorted. “This is my off-season. And while I thought I’d be spending it relatively alone, and definitely not with the woman who’s hated me for fuck knows how long, it turns out I actually… quite like that woman. When she doesn’t hate me so much.”
You lean forward, “Quite like her, do you?”
“I do. Very fond might be a better way of putting it. So, if she’d let me, I’d like to spend my downtime with her before I bugger off for fuck knows how long to do my job. Especially if that means finally seeing her illusive house.”
“If you think she owns a house, you’ll be very disappointed when you get there.”
“Do you not own your home?”
“No, I own it. It’s just not a house.”
“Ah. Well, even still. If you’ll have me, I want to visit.”
“Can I visit you in London?”
“If you don’t, I’ll be offended.”
“Then… I think we’ve made our deal.”
“I think we have.” Harry grinned. “Should we go back to celebrate?”
“Celebrate?” You had to laugh, “It’s not graduation, H.”
“It kind of is. Graduation from singledom.”
Something stirred in your belly, and not in a bad way. “Oh.”
“You okay with that?”
You bit your lip and nodded. “Mhmm, I’m okay with that.”
“Good.” He pressed his lips to your hand. “I think we should fuck around with Holly and your brother, too.”
“Oo, how?”
“I have a few ideas…”
~
Four Weeks Later
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
You watched as a delighted squeal ripped out of your best friend, her hands clasped against her chest. Beautiful Holly beamed, her gaze touching on every single one of her invited surprise guests. “Oh my God!”
Your brother, ever the sap when it came to his wife - and rightly so - had organised a surprise birthday party for her 30th. You all knew, no matter how much she claimed she didn’t want anything special, that all of her favourite people in one room would mean the most to her. She’d been taken out for a birthday brunch by Harry so that you and your brother could turn their home into something fit for a party. 
Streamers hung from the light fittings and curtain rails. Banners were stuck to the walls. Party poppers had burst and sailed through the air the second the front door had been opened. Everyone donned some form of ridiculous party hat. Someone had put a tiara on Holly’s head. The kitchen was piled with food and drink. All guests had been instructed to arrive at 2:30pm for Holly’s return at 3 o’clock. Harry had been placed under strict instruction not to bring her home before then if he valued his life. If Holly’s day wasn’t perfect, he’d have your brother to answer to.
Harry caught your gaze across the room while everyone else corralled the birthday girl into their embraces. It held for longer than anyone else would expect of you, and apparently your brother noticed.
“Come help me in the kitchen a second,” he tugged on your wrist.
You looked away, following him to the back of the house. You fixed yourself a drink, the first alcoholic one of the day now that the guest of honour had arrived, and sunk it in one; a reward for pulling off a surprise party for the nosiest woman on the planet. You poured another, and then one for Holly, too.
You tried to slip away into the front room, but were stopped midway by a tall, foreboding figure.
“What are you doing?” The question came out a little snappier than intended, but you blamed it on nearly spilling Holly’s drink than being practically ploughed over by a certain someone.
Harry raised an eyebrow at you. “I’ve come to get Holly a drink. That alright?”
I kept my expression neutral and held out the plastic cup. “Here you go - Holly’s drink. I’ll even let you take the credit for it.”
“I daren’t give you the satisfaction.” Harry scoffed.
“Trust me, Harry, nothing you could do would ever satisfy me.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Your brother muttered.
Harry shot him a glance as he took the cup from you, purposefully brushing his fingers against yours, “Thank you so much.”
You flipped him the bird as he stalked off and rejoined your brother at the counter preparing the food for a barbecue.
“You know, it wouldn’t kill you two to try and get on for Holly’s sake. Just for one fucking day.”
You bit your tongue and hoped it passed as ire, “It’s not my fault he’s a raging prick.”
“That’s a stretch and you know it.”
Ignoring him, you worked on slicing carrots, celery, cucumber and peppers into slices for crudités. Was it really a birthday party if there were no crudités?
The answer is no.
“Alright,” your brother called across the packed room of people, “five minutes and the food is going on! Can I have a volunteer for help with the barbecue?” Holly started to raise her hand, but he slapped it back down, “Not you, gorgeous.”
Someone coughed “Simp”, and you had to cover a laugh.
“Alright,” Holly’s dad heaved himself up and out of his favourite armchair, “I’ll help. The student needs a master, after all.”
Holly rolled her eyes, but you knew she liked it when your brother and her dad found another way to bond.
When conversations picked back up you scurried off to the bathroom for a breather. Even though it was still early, the number of people stuffing themselves into the frankly small living room had you feeling claustrophobic. It wasn’t like you to feel that way often, but the charade you were putting on was making you nervous. You never got nervous, but lying wasn’t in your armoury, because you were actually generally shit at it.
You thought of Harry and his quiet - and sometimes not-so-quiet - confidence. He pulled off the hatred with ease. He had three films and a post-credit scene as experience for that. Or maybe he wasn’t acting at all… 
No. If last night’s bedroom activities were anything to go by, that couldn’t be true.
You washed your hands and splashed some water on your face to cool yourself down, and then let yourself out of the downstairs bathroom. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you found Harry on the other side of the door waiting.
“Fuck me,” you hissed.
Harry opened his mouth, no doubt with some witty retort that he’d already ‘done that’, but he was cut off by someone else stealing your attention.
Holly barrelled into you while yelling your name, dragging you away in a hug that was more like a headlock. “You are so naughty doing this! I said I didn’t want a party!”
“Yes, but look how happy you are,” You grinned at her. It took absolutely everything in you to not turn around and look at the handsome man who seemed to always linger in the right places.
“I am… I’m so happy, thank you.” She gave a content sigh. “The only thing that would make this better is if you and Harry could even just pretend to be amicable for like, five minutes.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re super amicable all the time,” You said in the most blasé tone you could muster.
“Yeah right.”
“We were amicable at that dinner with your Nan.”
“That was for her sake.”
Something sharp pinched at your heart. She thought you didn’t try for her. If only she knew. But you had a part to play and you didn’t want to back out of it now. You were sticking to the plan. “I am not the problem. I’m very amenable.”
Holly frowned, the expression fraught with disapproval.
You sighed, “Sorry. Force of habit. It’s easy to blame someone you hate for your own misgivings.” Using the word hate in reference to Harry felt so wrong. Do it for the charade your brain screamed.
“Okay, enough. Maybe one day your brother and I won't have to separate you and Harry before you murder each other, but clearly today is not that day.”
Give it an hour or two and you might reconsider that statement you thought. “Yeah, maybe.”
For the next while you entertained Holly and avoided Harry while constantly throwing glances whenever you felt his presence. And you always felt his presence, as did everyone else in the room. There were clearly people here who didn’t expect him to show because they kept staring. You wished you could stare without such shame. You wished for other things, too, like to go over to wherever he was and just slip into his arms, or hold his hand, or kiss his mouth. But you did no such thing. You kept to yourself.
After the barbecue food had been eaten, your brother brought a huge cake out, homemade by your mother, with 30 candles on the top, all lit. Everyone sang Happy Birthday to Holly and watched her blow them out in three big huffs, and then it was taken inside to be cut up.
“I’m sorry it’s not gluten free, baby,” your mum sighed as slices of gooey chocolate goodness got passed around to all the guests.
“How many times have we had this conversation?” You chuckled, squeezing her into your side. “Gluten free cakes have the consistency of sawdust. They are shite. I’ll survive without cake.”
“Literally.” Ah, a rare coeliac joke.
You snorted. “Exactly.”
“Anyway,” she threw a surreptitious glance around the garden and then lowered her voice, “how long are you and Harry going to wind up your brother and Holly by pretending you still hate each other?”
“They’ll know later. Soon. It’s getting too hard considering they both just let themselves into our houses nowadays and they’re likely to catch us… in the middle of something.”
“Smart choice, poppet.”
“This is just payback for meddling.”
“Yes, but it worked out, didn’t it?”
You grunted unattractively. “Shush. We are not letting them believe they’re responsible for our relationship.”
“Are they not, though?”
“Of course not!” Alright, maybe a little. But you were never going to let them believe it.
You scanned the crowd again and caught the better half of your relationship sneaking inside. The urge to go after him and lock yourselves away in a bedroom became stifling, but somehow you refrained.
Twenty minutes later everyone was gathered around the birthday girl again and watching her open presents like it was Christmas fucking morning. You were sitting on the arm of the sofa watching her with a fond smile. Harry had tucked himself into a corner again like a fucking bat, but he wasn’t alone. He’d been talking to another girl for a while. You didn’t know her, although I recognised her from Holly and your brother’s wedding. Holly’s cousin, maybe? Anyway, she was… keen. Yep, definitely keen given her invested posture.
You tried not to give a shit, or at least pretend you didn’t. But you definitely did give a shit.
“Oo, what’s this?” Holly’s question piqued your curiosity, distracting you from staring at Harry.
You noted the envelope in her hands, unmarked, and smirked. Chancing a glance at Harry, he was already looking at you with the very same look on his face. 
Holly plucked the card out and read the note inside, her intrigued expression morphing into more confusion. Glancing around the room, gaze visibly lingering on Harry, she brought the card closer to her chest so that no one else could see, and peeked at the photo you knew was taped to the inside. She pressed the card to her chest and searched the room for you, eyes narrowing into slits when she found you.
“What is it, babe?” Your brother asked, trying to peel the card off her.
She smacked his hand away, “It’s a… gift voucher.”
“What for?”
The look she gave him was conspiratorial, “I’ll tell you later.”
“Bet it’s for Lovehoney.” Someone joked, the same person who called your brother a simp earlier on.
She snapped the card shut and slipped it back into the envelope, moving onto the next gift. Her demeanour had changed considerably. Holly was decidedly less excited about her other presents now, and she kept tossing glares between you and Harry. He was clearly fighting off laughter, and you pretended to be unaffected.
When her last present was revealed and she’d said her thank yous to everyone, Holly stood and primly excused herself to the bathroom. Not thirty seconds later, you were summoned to the bedroom upstairs by a text in all capitals.
You made a quiet escape and made your way up to the room you knew your brother shared with his wife and slipped in, Harry not long behind you. Holly was standing in the middle of the room with her arms folded and a deep scowl on her face. Your brother was there too, looking perturbed.
“What’s going on?” He asked, throwing a worried glance at his wife.
“Excellent question.” Holly snapped. “I want to know the exact same thing.”
Harry shut the door behind him, and then silently handed her a stack of more photos we’d printed on Polaroids, held together with an elastic band.
Holly got straight to work sifting through the pile, your brother’s gaze fixed on them over her shoulder. There were easily 30 photos there - in the lake, on walks, sharing ice creams, sunbathing, cuddled together on the sofa, kissing. It was a lot of selfies, something Harry refused to smile for, and it only made you smile bigger and laugh harder. But it had been Harry’s idea to immortalise the beginning of your relationship on that vacation, and it had been your idea to give the photos to Holly as a birthday present, because you knew it would make her happy. Her punishment for getting involved was waiting to find out.
While they studied your loose holiday album, Harry leaned against the door and tugged you back by the belt loops on your jeans so that your back fell against his front. You melted into him like butter, shuddering when his breath fanned across the top of your head. He placed a subtle kiss to your crown.
“I fucking knew it!” Holly squealed, taking a look at the photos again.
“Knew what?” You demanded.
“I knew putting you in that cabin together would give us results.” She grinned.
“Told you.” Harry muttered.
You shook your head, folding your arms. “Unbelievable.”
“How long did it take?” She was practically vibrating, bouncing with excitement. Your brother had to put a hand on her shoulder to keep her still.
“How long did what take?”
“To realise you like each other!”
“A couple of weeks?”
She squeaked again, clapping her hands. “Can I keep these?” She waggled the pictures in front of us.
“That’s what they’re for, Hols. We’ve got our own copies.”
“Yay!”
“Holly,” Harry said sternly.
She stopped fidgeting and looked at him with a wide-eyed gaze. You’d never heard him use that tone with her before. Only you.
“Please don’t meddle with my relationships again. We figured you were the reason we were both up there at the same time, but this didn’t come without a hitch. We still bickered and said some nasty shit to each other.”
“And I whacked my head the first morning.” You huffed.
Harry ran a comforting knuckle up and down your spine. “Also we’re not letting you take responsibility for the result.”
“Yeah, but we all know it never would’ve happened if I hadn’t meddled.” She was still grinning.
You made a contradictory noise, “We don’t know anything, actually. But anyway, we have some ground rules.”
“Don’t be boring.”
“We’re not, Hols,” Harry said softly.
“What are they?” Your brother asked.
You and Harry laid down the law - that mostly involved not saying anything for a while to anyone but family so that you could enjoy your relationship without the media being nosey. You’d finally found your footing with one another, and you didn’t need tabloids and paparazzi complicating your happy medium just yet. For now, you wanted to just enjoy one another. You’d had the same conversation with your parents.
“This is your birthday present, by the way.” You whispered as the four of you trundled back downstairs.
“It’s the best birthday present I’ve ever had.” You’d genuinely never seen your best friend smile so much.
Harry reached over for a high five, and you didn’t hesitate to slap it. “Nailed it.”
“Hey,” your brother sauntered into the kitchen, “you guys want ice cream?”
You and Harry shared a look, and burst into laughter, because ever since that day outside the cabin, ice cream always ended up being used as a form of foreplay.
“No, I’m good.” Harry grinned.
“Yeah, no thanks.” You shook your head, still fighting off laughter.
“Are we missing something?” Your brother looked bewildered.
“Nothing for you to worry about.” Harry slapped his shoulder.
Later that night, when the buzz of alcohol was starting to wear off and the comfort of a sofa called to you, Harry took out the tub of mint choc chip from the freezer and spoon-fed you until you were so tired you couldn’t open your mouth. 
“Tired?” He hummed.
“Shattered,” you yawned.
“You want me to put it away…?” He meant the ice cream tub.
You tilted your head all the way back to look at him, his face lit by only a warm glow of a candle. “Do you want to put it away?”
“No.”
“What do you want to do, then?”
He licked his lips and traced a pinky finger down your bare arm, “I want to lie you down on my bed and drip it down your chest, and then lick you from your throat to your thighs.”
And that’s exactly what he did.
~~~
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hazslover · 2 months
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sex with Harry
18+ smut
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intimate (rough at times)
loves missionary (when love making or when breeding)
loves doggy style too.
he has kinks (breeding. bondage. blind folded. public. chocking)
public sex would include: public toilets. dressing room. car. that’s all. not too adventurous.
anal and blowie too. a quick blowie in the dressing room before going on stage. anal in bed obvs. starts with his fingers until your ass is stretched out and ready for his prick.
fucking in front of the mirror.
fucking in the shower.
so good with his hands.
spanking. ass and clit.
vibrators. loves it. in public where he controls the volume. has you begging for him to fuck you in the toilets or his car.
period sex. period blood unfazes him. he loves to make a mess on the sheets. uses his cock as a temporary tampon.
nail scratches and bruises
loves to eat you out. when morning breaks and you’re blinking away sleep, he takes his time to devour your wine. says he needs his breakfast before work. might give him some inspiration. or midday when he just fancies tasting your cunt. or at night. says he can’t sleep without it. on tour. at dinner. at events. he’s addicted.
bruises all over your neck to remind everyone who you belong to. ‘gotta mark you mine.. need everyone to know who you belong to’.
cock-warming too. all through the night cause he’s at the studio all day. or Sunday cause it’s lazy day.
hips rutting. face contorted as he orgasms.
soft moans. grunts. growls.
dirty words like ‘cockslut’ ‘slut’ ‘does it feel good’ ‘can you feel it in your belly’ ‘want me to stuff you with my load’ ‘want me to fill you with it’
nicknames like peach. kitten. baby. love. angel.
devours your breasts.
sometimes scandalous. ‘shh— shh, pretty.. gotta be quiet’
whiny af.
sometimes edges you on then leaves you without an orgasm. ‘didn’t behave. so no coming tonight’.
gets you into sub space.
aftercare is always important. depending on how exhausted you both are, either he prepares a bath or cleans you with a cloth.
pillow talk.
tracing his tattoos.
gentle kisses to his chest. ‘i..’ one peck. ‘love..’ another peck. ‘you..’ last peck.
soft mooches.
loves pressing gentle kisses to your scars, reminding you how beautiful they are.
reminds you how beautiful you look, kissing and touching each body part you hate.
loves it when you ride him. ‘come on, kitten.. show me who’s boss’ ‘that’s it kitten.. right over m’cock’.
loves it when your dom and he’s sub cause he becomes such a baby. all pouty and whiny. wants to be cared for.
and he loves it when he gets to take care of you. get you out of your bubble.
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eddiesghxst · 8 months
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A LIST OF ALL MY TINY LITTLE BLURBS <3
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ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+ — MINORS DNI
(*) indicates smut
(✩) indicates fluff
(✶) indicates dark themes
-masterlist-
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HARRY STYLES
demon hunter!harry x angel!reader*
demon hunter!harry mocking angel!reader*
demon hunter!harry takes angels virginity*
demon hunter!harry introduces angel to hickeys*
you give harry head in the shower and he washes your hair*
harry accidentally gets too rough*✩
NATASHA ROMANOFF
princess!nat eating you out*✩
princess!nat fingering you on her throne*
EDDIE MUNSON
eddie likes steve’s mean older stepsister, aka you
eddie has to tie his hair back when you sit on his face*
eddie’s a boob guy*✩
eddie’s a boob guy (pierced nips edition)*✩
eddie is a chronic napper (sleepy boy eddie)✩
more boob guy eddie✩
loser!eddie cums quickly*
loser!eddie making up for cumming too quickly*
eddie x virgin!reader*✩
more eddie x virgin!reader*
having a summer fling with eddie*✩
eddie x chubby!reader*✩
eddie steals your shampoo✩
eddie likes giving hickeys*
truck driver!eddie idea
more truck driver!eddie
eddie doesn’t tell anyone he has a girlfriend✩
perv!eddie x innocent best friend!reader*✶
eddie’s got sticky fingers (he likes to steal take things)✩
eddie being goofy during sex*✩
eddie gets nervous when he likes someone✩
eddie’s clumsy during sex*✩
eddie’s hopeless with women and he really likes you*
eddie finds out you have a clit piercing*
you find bsf!perv!eddie’s secret box dedicated to you*✶
steve and robin find bsf!perv!eddie’s box dedicated to you*
steve watches bsf!perv!eddie fuck you*
bsf!perv!eddie really likes you*
single dad!eddie takes his daughter to get a haircut and you’re her hairdresser✩
eddie’s trailer is loud during storms✩
eddie overhears you complaining about never cumming with a man*
eddie is protective over you✩
eddie jacking off in the restroom during a sleepover with you*
bsf!perv!eddie being lovesick✩
eddie fucking you from behind and pulling your hair*
eddie fucks you doggystyle fresh out of the shower*
bsf!perv!eddie gets love boners for you*✩
bf!eddie being cute and in love✩
older!eddie has a bad back but he likes fucking you*✩
soft dom!eddie vibes idk*✩
eddie making you squirt while fucking you from behind*
exhibitionism with eddie during movie night with the older gang*
period sex with eddie*
eddie will eat you out under any circumstance (even if you're all sweaty)*
eddie being petty to your little cousins during the holidays✩
you and summer!eddie fooling around on his bike*
eddie being nerdy n hot*
mechanic!eddie having an affinity for your shorts*
STEVE HARRINGTON
steve cums a lot*
you and steve’s baby’s first word✩
bsf!steve is going through a dry spell so you help him out*
STEDDIE (steve harrington x eddie munson)
eddie doesn’t turn on the lights at night to see and steve hates it✩
steve and eddie show shy!reader how to give head*
part two of steddie teaching reader how to give head*
steddie x reader with dom!eddie*
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chaoticloving · 9 months
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cock blocked
harry styles x reader
summary: harry gets cocked blocked by a couple of cuties
warnings: shower sex (f oral, m masturbation)
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Harry loved mornings like this.
He loved the sound of the fan on high speed, as insisted on by Y/n, he loved the sound of the city of London in the streets below, but most importantly, he loved the feeling of his body wrapped around Y/n--and, of course, the other way around.
Harry had picked Y/n up from the airport late last night. Harry might've chugged a couple cups of coffee to stay awake and get himself on the time zone Y/n was currently in. It worked to get him through the drive to Heathrow and back, not to mention the "i've miss you so much sex" that they were both desperate; but it was fair to say that Harry was beat by midnight and needed a good lie in.
The couple was in Y/n's flat, but they weren't alone. Marmalade, or Marney, is the precious black Scottish Terrier with little legs that like to scamper around and cause havoc for Harry. Then theres Sugar, a white Persian cat thats a true cutie. She sleeps the whole day but always makes time to 'talk' to Y/n or Harry by meowing and responding to whatever the couple say.
Y/n only has one rule: no pets on the bed.
She doesn't even allow for outside clothes on her bed--which Harry got an earful of when he once tried to take a nap while wearing clothes he wore on his walk over, but now thinking about it, she might of been trying to just get him naked.
Continuing on, the pets know never to to jump on the bed or really ever go into Y/n's room, they only go in when Harry is staying over. And without a doubt, either Marney or Sugar (sometimes together) would always tickle Harry's foot that finds it's way out from under the covers. They are Y/n's little devils that Harry just loves so much.
"Mhm, babe, scoot over." Y/n mumbles, slightly breaking from Harry's grasp to spread out more.
Harry grumbles from not being able to spoon and hold her as easily as before, but come up with the great idea of star-fishing right on top of her. Y/n groans when his weight is put on top of her.
"Don't know why you're complain'." Harry mumbles. "You got more room now."
"So thoughtful." She said, sarcasm coming though her groggy voice. She patted his bare back, hand coming up though his hair to continue on with her sleep.
Harry had the same plan. That was, until he heard scratches coming from the closer door.
Harry silently groaned as he removed his face from Y/n's neck and looked at the door in which pro red the couple from the little monsters.
"Your kids are up."
"Practically your kids too." She mumbles, pushing Harry off of her body to get up.
"No! Don't get up!" Harry whined. "Need at least another hour of beauty sleep."
"Think you need a bit more than an hour." She joked.
"You're so mean. Why am I still with you?" Harry smiles, flipping over to look at her as she comes back to the bed.
"Because I am amazing." She answers simply, sitting on his lap and leaning her head just above his. "And I'm really hot."
Harry smiles boyishly, a cheeky smile creeping over his face along with a slight blush. "Don't forget sexy." His hands come up to rest on her waist, fingers dancing along the bare skin. "And beautiful."
He kissed her, sitting up so he could add his tongue and to do a bit more than laying there and looking pretty.
Y/n rolled her hips, causing Harry to let out a moan. "Fuck, only you could do this to me, love."
Y/n wickedly smiled against his cheek, continuing her assault on his neck with her lips.
The first time Y/n heard whimpering, she thought it was Harry just being extra needy this morning, but when it was accompanied by scratching at the door, Y/n knew it was her other baby's that needed some--much less intimate--love.
She kissed Harry on the lips, sitting up with his lips and groin chasing her. She went to the door and was met with her pets at the door.
"I did not just get cocked blocked by a fuckin' dog and cat." Harry said in disbelief. Y/n giggles but leaves Harry's line of sight to presumably feed the cock blockers.
Harry sighs and gets up, he's uncomfortable in his boxers as his halfy is causing it to be a little tight around the groin--it never fails to boost his confidence, though.
He walks to the connecting bathroom, turning on the shower and brushing his teeth so he could get rid of the morning breath. He soon strips and enters the shower, letting the warm water sooth his skin.
He hears the bedroom door shut and the footsteps of his love. Y/n takes off her (Harry's really) shirt and jumps into the shower with Harry.
"The baby's just wanted their breakfast." She mumbled apologetically, kissing his lips. "Want me to make it up to you?"
"Maybe later." Harry mutters, trailing kisses down her neck then breast without any signs of stopping. "Right now I want my own breakfast."
“Mhm. Not so sure on that line.” Y/n mumbled, hand slowly going into Harry’s hair as he crouched down.
“Want me to try again?”
“Nope.” She pushed Harry’s head right into her cunt, Harry more than welcomed the action though.
Harry kissed the sides of her thighs next to her pussy, before sucking gently on her clit. Y/n’s hold on his hair grew tighter, both of them moaning in unison.
Harry’s hand started to move from her hips; his left arm went to her ass, grabbing it and pushing her forward to get her pussy closer to his mouth. His right hand trialed down to his hard cock, practically throbbing from the small bit of sensation from the water droplets. He gripped it tight, just like Y/n would do if she was hand job, and then slowly stroked down and up, just to edge himself.
Y/n was starting to ride Harry’s face, pushing her hips slightly forward and back to make use of Harry’s tung, while she started ti breath heavy and moan. Harry, ever the pleaser, paralleled her movement with his tung to help her hit that pleasure she was seeking. Harry, not to mention, also matched that movement with his right hand on his dick.
“I love you H.” She moaned, eyes pressed together as she was about to reach her climax.
Harry just nodded, getting close too, before cumming on the shower floor as Y/n came on his face.
Harry trialed kissed down her thigh, then slowly stood up. Y/n kissed him as he was to his normal height, letting her hands go over his toned stomach.
“Sorry I wasn’t there to help you.” She mumbled, referring to Harry’s masturbation.
“You helped me more then ever lovie.” He promised. “Now lemme do your hair and wash you down, just stand and look pretty for me, yeah?”
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Girl Direction!
List number two is here! And y'all really showed up, we have 35 amazing fics ranging from barely 1,000 word quick stories to 100,000 word epics all celebrating GIRLS. We've also got a few rarepairs included, which I'm excited to check out!
Please enjoy, share, kudos, comment -- and get ready for the next theme!
Man Made Beauty by jaerie (4788, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: M/F
Famous Louis meets non- famous tgirl Harry (again)
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that good girl faith (and a tight little skirt) by ariadne_odair (43734, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Harry and Louis are camp counsellors. They hate each other. The amount of sex they have in the camp showers probably contradicts that.
Reccer says: This story is everything you want from Girl Direction, including impeccable Summer vibes, hot lesbian sex and cute side Ziam.
Bluer than velvet were her eyes (softer than satin were her thighs) by thebreadvan (12333, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Tailor!Harry should probably stop obsessing over her customer’s boobs, but fate can’t keep her away from plus-size model!Louis
Reccer says: Boobs Are Awesome (TM) or, I am love with this fic and the way Harry is just so lesbian over Louis. Harry is a gay mess and Louis is irresistible. I love how the tension was written and explained, also Harry and Louis' dynamic.
You got me in the back of your car like a star (is it wrong?) by thebreadvan (2165, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Harry and Louis go on a road trip, their car breaks down and it's too hot to keep their clothes on.
Reccer says: 80s vibes
She keeps her lips red (to seem like cherries in the spring) by thebreadvan (35299, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
The Office AU, where Harry is engaged and Louis is pining.
Reccer says: Cute baby gay Harry? Love. Pining Louis? LOVE.
She spreads her lovin' all over (and when she gets home, there's none left for me) by thebreadvan (5361, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Watersports
For Harry and Louis, moving in together wasn't easy. (Part II of The Office series)
Reccer says: Domestic Larry getting into a fight that ultimately ends in hot (messy) sex
The Changer and the Changed by Homosociallyyours (59496, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
1970s coming out / self-discovery featuring poet Louis, new girl Harry, folksinger Zayn and her girlfriend Liam, and women’s bookstore owner Niall. Harry is a closeted lesbian who moves to New York after graduation. She meets Louis, a proud lesbian who works in a popular women’s bookstore. They click instantly.
Reccer says: I’ve never read a more beautiful girl direction story. Completely atmospheric and SUCH wonderful, layered characters - including all of OT5! The setting is so thoughtful and their relationship is so mature. This fic feels both like a historical nonfiction and something absolutely timeless. The author really digs into the queer struggle of the 1970s, and in doing so highlights how much things haven't really changed.
Pink Like the Paradise Found by Disgruntledkittenface (18477, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Midwest US girl direction coming out! Harry goes to her first gay bar and meets bartender Louis. It's the first time she really feels like she's a bonafide lesbian.
Reccer says: I love the honest communication, the awkward flirting, and excellent smut! A very relatable story for me.
Tell Me This Is Paradise by QuickedWeen (19855, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Exhibitionism in later chapters
Harry has never had an orgasm. Niall decides that this needs to be rectified, and her method of choice is Louis. Turns out, Louis is very very good at giving Harry orgasms.
Reccer says: Incredibly hot, incredibly honest, incredibly sweet, and HOO BOY I might be a slut for exhibitionism. I also love the way we get to follow their relationship through the chapters.
I Said It Wrong, But I Meant It Right by lululawrence (4381, Not Rated, Nick Grimshaw/Liam Payne) - fic post
From AO3/author: "Nick was a bit of a disaster, but she was used to it. Or so she thought. She had never known how much she could struggle just to function until the new fire lady goddess angel person winked at her."
Reccer says: Unique rarepair fic with a fun and interesting dynamic that adds depth to not only Girl Direction as a trope, but also to 1D fics in general!
Little pink skirt by ialwaysknewyouwerepunk (2468, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Recreational drugs
The girls are at a festival. When Louis tries to light a spliff, the wind makes it impossible to do so, for which Harry has an idea.
Reccer says: The author! Kidding (am i?) but it was so hot. I was caught in by the art and then well… it became a classic for me!
Blush by orphan_account (15128, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
"I've never wanted to kiss a girl but like, every time I look at your lips I just wanna... fucking kiss you all night long." Harry's eyes open wide as Louis' drop to Harry's mouth; her lips are swollen from biting them all night, red and wet and plump. "Then why don't you?" Harry whispers. (or, the Christmas FxF Larry fic in which Louis is 99.5% sure she's straight and Harry likes to walk around shirtless and watch lesbian films)
Reccer says: very friends to lovers Christmas pic that is as fluffy as you want a Christmas fit to be, the smut is vanilla so great if you just want to relax with some pining and confused Lesbians
thank goodness love can float by cryptidstar (orphan_account) (2486, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
prompt: au where they're both sorted in Slytherin and Louis gets tired of Harry flirting with the merpeople through the glass windows of their common room and not enough with Louis. (fem!larry)
Reccer says: very cute and pure sapphic love story, I am always up for a good Harry Potter/Hogwarts AU fit
Bleeding Love by momentofclarity (27191, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Louis is an animal rights activist who throws red paint at fur coat wearing it-girl Harry Styles. Then there's a crack in the surface and something new starts bleeding through.
Reccer says: I'm always here for enemies to lovers, especially if it's written as excellent as it is in this fic.
Bittersweet, Irrepressible by fairytalefemme (5120, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
“Dear Sappho,” Harry pleaded, her voice unsure and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, “or Hayley Kiyoko, or anyone really. Aphrodite? You’re the goddess of love or summat, right? Um, or God, I guess, if you’re there and you happen to be a lesbian. There must be a lesbian god somewhere, right? Or at least someone who’s sympathetic to the needs of a young lesbian. Because I need some help. I need Louis Tomlinson to like me back." In which Harry's been in love with Louis all semester but can't tell the difference between platonic and romantic interactions, leading to pining and confusion and at least one date.
Reccer says: this fic is so lesbian I can't lesbian anymore
bambi legs by disgruntledkittenface (11552, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Harry works at her family’s fabric store sometimes and always sells the most interesting fabrics to Louis. Louis is the wannabe fashion designer who keeps buying fabric she doesn’t necessarily need just to find a way to talk to Harry.
Reccer says: it’s so hard to narrow it down because aghhhh i love everything about this fic!!! BEST characterization (including ace Harry) and perfect Zarry friendship. Squee-worthy crushing! Sweet open Harry and lovely lovely Louis! i adore the ace representation and how the characters handled it, the banter, the pet names!!! and the oblivious friends to lovers trope is *chef’s kiss*
If You See My Reflection in the Snow-Covered Hills by friendofhayley (16948, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Alcoholism
The story of One Direction if they were all queer women!
Reccer says: I like how much research was put into it and also how feminist and queer it is?
It’s Probably Because I’ve Got a Big Lesbian Crush on You by yeah_alright (6600, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Brief reference to past homophobia/bullying
OMG MEAN GIRLS AU
Reccer says: It's so funny and such a good twist on the movie - it's not exactly like it but the characters and the VIBES are perfect!
To Sleep, Perchance to Ream by yeah_alright (3988, Explicit, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles) - fic post Warnings: Somnophilia (consensual)
Harry and Louis have a signal for when Harry wants Louis to fuck her after she's fallen asleep
Reccer says: Kinky and so hot so hot omg so so hot!!! It’s so hot and cute at the same time. I remember I was like ‘omg i want what these two have’
Among Lavender Fields by homosociallyyours (70000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Internalized homophobia
Harry and Louis are cast in a movie by a French director and the director has them live together while they film in a beautiful, remote location
Reccer says: AN ABSOLUTE DREAM! Just beautiful, soft women falling in love! Honestly like living in a soft, soothing fantasy - absolutely flawless!
It's Been So Long by littleroverlouis (10608, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Harry and Louis are ex-wives who still have fun sexy times.
Reccer says: OLDER SUPER HOT LADIESSSSSSSS so funny and hot
Vesper by Yesisaworld/louandhazaf (2000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Louis orders herself a vibrator but ships it to Harry's house because she doesn't want her to mom to get the delivery and ask questions. Friends to lovers. Bisexual Louis thanks to Harry LOL
Reccer says: It's so much packed in! Sweet and hot and funny - such a sucker for good friends realizing they should probably go ahead and do it!
Close Our Eyes (Pretend We're Miles Away) by haztobegood (5000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Major Character Death
Harry and Louis' girls weekend away turned bad and now they're on the run from the law. Thelma and Louise AU
Reccer says: Incredible balance of soft and tense. Made me so so emotional!
Sea Asunder by cupcakentea (68000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Harry's mom hires painter Louis to capture Harry well enough that she can find a husband. Portrait of a Lady on Fire AU.
Reccer says: Absolutely gorgeous writing! It somehow captures the quietness of the movie but allows the characters to shine through even more.
Must be the Season of the Witch by 4ureyesonly28/evilovesyou (14500, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Harry get a new coat at a thrift store and it brings her both Louis and magic.
Reccer says: witchy goodness! found family! Really beautiful and moving
Harriet and Louise by Blaaake (29000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Lesbian Jane Austen novel, basically
Reccer says: Lesbian. Jane Austen. Novel.
tempted by the fruit of another by disgruntledkittenface (3000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson/Zayn Malik) - fic post
Zayn walks in on Harry and Louis hooking up and can't look away.
Reccer says: Zourry my beloved!!! So tender and hot - like SO HOT! Such perfect using of switching POV
in my head we can love forever by beardyboyzx (1272, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Pain kink
Harry's got to stop touching herself while thinking about her roommate. Except that she can't. Or: Harry might be a bit in love with her roommate.
Reccer says: The author does an amazing job at fitting so much emotion into so few words
I know I've got this (because I've had it all along) by we_are_the_same (16351, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Body image, self-esteem issues
Louis struggles with her body image, and she's initially hesitant when her friend Liam books her a boudoir shoot. Despite her nerves, the photographer Harry teaches her to see herself in a whole new way.
Reccer says: I love the way the author describes Louis' emotion: you can feel all her insecurities as if they were your own
That Smile and That Midnight Laugh by yeah_alright/uhoh-but-yeah-alright (50000, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
80s AU - Harry and her high school boyfriend's sister become friends…and then eventually more. Popular, sweet Harry and seemingly tough/loner Louis.
Reccer says: I'm such a sucker for girls slowly realizing they're into girls specifically by realizing they *like* like each other. Sweet and funny and soft with just a tiny bit of angst. It's four parts - one for each season - it's just so lovely!
still, somehow by disgruntledkittenface (1124, Not Rated, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Depression
Louis trims Liam's split ends.
Reccer says: This fic has such tender and care. It holds such a special place in my heart.
You Make Lovin' Fun by homosociallyyours (109915, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Silver fox Louis and 28 year old travel writer Harry meet on a gay cruise.
Reccer says: An all time favorite with such amazing character development for Harry! And incredible side characters keeping everything fun!
tis the damn season by YesIsAWorld (17901, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.
Reccer says: Loved the chemistry between all the characters and especially the love story between Harry and Louis
Daydream by allwaswell16 (2024, Teen, Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Every Thursday, Louis nods hello to her fellow regulars at Horan’s Cafe, one of whom is the woman of her dreams.
Reccer says: So funny and charming!
Study Dates and Coffee Taste by AlwaysHazandLou (2000, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Prompt: college au - Harry and Louis have the same class and they have a crush on each other but they're disaster gays and one of them is great at the class and the other one sucks so they have to tutor them.
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