I ADORE Eden And Harry But I Also Really Really Really Love Your Writing So If Possible Could You Do
I ADORE Eden and Harry but I also really really really love your writing so if possible could you do a normal piece (not Eden and Harry I'm sorry I love them but it wouldn't work for this request if you're willing to write it but ofc you don't have to!) where Harry is an asshole to 'y/n' even though she's super sweet to him pleaseeeee? I feel like you'd write angst really well! Only if you have time though!! Thank you, hope you're well :) x
Thank you for all the kind words! I’m not as familiar with angst…am I writing it without knowing it? I just wouldn’t be able to find it exactly in something I’m reading or writing. But I tried my best with this one, hopefully you deem it worthy of what you had in mind! I think I like it so hopefully that means something! I hope you’re doing well also! 😘
reminder since things have changed since this request was made: [requests are closed until October.]
[04] “He’s not usually like this, you’ve just come on a bit of a rough day…rough week…weeks.”
She isn’t bothered. Isn’t rattled, taken back or discouraged by it at all.
She knows he’s anxious, stressed and all the other words that fall under the same umbrella.
It isn’t an excuse for him to act like this. It’s a factor, but it isn’t an excuse. She knows that, she thinks she knows that. Maybe, she wants to know that.
He’s waiting for a call he isn’t even sure he’ll get. The one about the role he’s been praying for since leaving the place he auditioned for it.
So, she gets it. She does. She gets it. It just doesn’t make things simpler, or easier to handle. But she understands it…on most days.
But she still tries, for whatever it’s worth, on the off chance that today or maybe even tomorrow will be a better day. So she spends her Saturday outings (the ones they used to take together) alone. Which she’s willing to do, with a hope that in a few Saturdays from now he’ll join her.
“Found these monogrammed mugs for us whilst I was out. Looking at them now they’re a bit silly aren’t they…” She still smiles looking at them as he finishes his late breakfast. “S’just one of those things right, you see the first letter of your name and you just have to have it.” She sets them down in the sink to wash them, always have to wash the things you buy before using them. “We’ve got too many fancy mugs anyway, these are more us right? Less uptight maybe?”
He doesn’t answer, maybe he hums in response but that might as well have been silence.
→ → →
Harry still hasn’t used his monogrammed mug. That’s fine, she isn’t bothering herself with that for too long. Maybe he isn’t in the mood for a hot drink or maybe he’s just too busy for one.
But it’s not that he hasn’t used it for his morning brew, nighttime tea or any of the aforementioned. He’s thrown his out. Properly, threw it out. In the bin. The monogrammed mug is in the bin.
She wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t peeled that clementine and looked for where to throw out the peels. But she did. At first she thought maybe because it had a crack in it. (But she could have just returned it if he had seen one.) Or maybe it wasn’t microwave safe, but what mug isn’t? And she checked just to be sure before she bought it.
But it’s in the bin now.
For no good reason.
And she pulls it out just as he comes down the stairs for someone at the door.
“You don’t like it? Didn’t have throw it out…” she shrugs grabbing for an apple. “There are nicer ones on Etsy.”
“We’ve got plenty. We don’t need anymore bloody mugs.”
They’ve got twelve, maybe two more than that. But that isn’t plenty. That’s six or seven between the both of them. And she has tea twice a day and so does he. So she knows it isn’t about the excess or lack of mugs that’s ticking him off.
“Well good morning to you too,” she mutters before biting into her apple.
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The next day is something else. Like it always is. It’s always something else.
Her friend dropped her cat off with them. With her. (She isn’t sure if Harry will be around much.) But she thinks she’s a suitable cat sitter all on her own. She prefers dogs but she likes the way cats know what they want, and what they don’t want. And maybe this could be a chance to show him that they really should get a friend.
What’s unsettling, perhaps disappointing (the common theme for the last few weeks) is that Harry doesn’t even notice. Let alone ask why there’s a cat in the middle of his living room. Doesn’t ask if she’s rescued it from a nearby tree or rescued it from a shelter.
So she fills in his blanks, the ones he’s not looking for.
“Fleur’s, she’s going on holiday, Portugal I think so I told her we’d watch her cat. I can do it, you’re busy I know.” She smiles up at him. “But you like cats, thought it’d be good for you, for a few days—”
“Keep him, don’t keep him…” he slips on his coat as he shows her just how much he couldn’t care less. “Your friend isn’t she?” He glances at his phone.
“He’s soft,” she grins. “Good too, keeps to himself for the most part. I know they all do but—”
She can’t complete her argument about how even though most cats keep to themselves he’s extra good. And she wants to add how most of them are independent and love you just enough for you not to get too spoiled. But he’s taking a phone call she knows is important before she can say any of that.
“Haven’t got many toys for you to play with,” she pets the small thing as she wonders how small paws like those get him around. “Or do you just make everything into a toy of yours?”
“Got to step out for a bit.” He looks back down at his phone.
“It’s raining,” she looks to the window at her right. “You’ve got an umbrella?”
And he’s out the door before he can give her answer that he wouldn’t have given anyway. She’s surprised he’s even told her that he’s off somewhere. She can’t wish him a good day because the door shuts without a word.
“He’s not usually like this, you’ve just come on a bit of a rough day…rough week…weeks.” She assures the cat on its back. “How’s he usually?” She asks, because the cat is asking. “Not like this, but it’s a been a while since then…think I forgot a bit how he’s usually. Maybe this is the new usually…”
She doesn’t want it to be, needs it not to be but there just isn’t a flicker of light at the end of this tunnel. And she can’t remember a time where there was.
He isn’t usually like this, that’s the thing. He’s never like this. She doesn’t know this, she didn’t know this before it happened. And that’s pretty hard if she says so herself. To deal with something she never expected. She knows that’s usually how it goes but still. He’s still her Harry that isn’t like this.
“Good thing you’re just visiting. Not that I don’t like you, I do, but you wouldn’t have much fun here now. Maybe once he’s got that role he’s chasing so bad he’ll be back. Then you and I can throw a party for him. And you’ll see how he usually is.”
The cat understands.
→ → →
That evening it’s something else. Like it always is.
“We can go out, eat at that place your mum said was really nice,” she turns her head to him in the kitchen from the couch she’s sat on. “Or the one raved about in the paper yesterday.”
“Not tonight.”
“I know you’re still waiting for that call, you’ll get it though. M’not just saying that either.” She sets her bookmark down in between the pages of her book. “You know I don’t go around saying things I don’t mean.”
No answer.
“Think the cat agrees as well. And he doesn’t even know you that well yet.”
No answer.
“Oh, your dad called, said he wanted to take us to dinner. Well actually, he wanted us to come over. Said he has a new recipe he wants to test out. Wants us to be lab rats for a night.”
“When’s that?”
“He said if tomorrow works—”
“Did you tell him we were coming?”
“No, not ye—
“Good.” He kicks off his boots. “Coz we’re not.”
“But—”
“Need to have a shower.”
→ → →
The next day is something else, brings something else.
It’s that food fair at Regent’s Park she wants to go to.
It’s that fair at Regent’s Park that she knows she’ll have to beg for him to come to…it’s that one she knows he won’t come to.
It’s not like she’s gonna ask him to ride the carousel they have there. (Even though it’s a nice one.) So she doesn’t see why he could say no. It’s a food fair.
And she’s willing to bring out all the logistics she’s already thought about. They wouldn’t even have to drive, the tube will do just fine. Would bring them right to it, that way he doesn’t have to be fussed with parking when he really doesn’t want to be fussed with anything.
But before she could, he seemed too annoyed with the fact that she hadn’t gotten the right type of orange juice. (They all taste like oranges don’t they?)
She’s used to it, him getting mad at her for the smallest things that he’s got no grounds for.
So she doesn’t ask about the food fair at Regent’s park.
She figured going with the cat would be more of the same thing either way.
So she went with Harry’s PA. She’s the one who told her about it. Said it’d be something fun for him to do. Get out of the house for a bit, even though he’s worried about leaving because there might not be cell service wherever he might be going. (There’s cell service at Regent’s park. She checked. Double checked. Was about to triple check…)
The food fair was what it was. A food fair. And there were too many kids on that one carousel she liked and she wasn’t in the mood for feeling silly. Not when Harry’s not there to be silly with her either. Because she’s old and some small kid with a runny nose might tell her she’d break it.
If Harry were there he’d know what to say to that supposed kid with a runny nose. That maybe if she’d break it, he’d shatter it. He wouldn’t say that though, he’d probably tell the kid he was going to build her one. One much bigger and better than this small thing.
So she passes it by it as Harry’s assistant asks the same questions about him like she always does.
She’s sick of answering to other people about him too. Because she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know why he’s got to act like this. She knows why, but she doesn’t know why he’s choosing to let it affect him this way.
Because when she gets this way, when she’s anxious…waiting for something. She’s got to do something else. Take a bath, a few. Go to a food fair. Go to that restaurant raved about in the paper.
And there’s only so many excuses she can come up with. Harry can’t have the flu for two weeks, or hay fever on a Monday and a stomach bug on a Wednesday.
They all start thinking it’s got something to do with her at some point. She thought so too at some point, she still lets that sink in sometimes. That he’s acting this way because things aren’t good between them anymore. That maybe he’s had it.
But she assures them (while she isn’t assured at all) that he’s just feeling overwhelmed and anxious. Which sounds a lot better. And a lot blander, and a lot more of what she’d like it to be instead.
When she gets back, he’s cranky again. He’s cranky and wondering why his personal assistant isn’t answering her phone. He’s supposed to read through the scripts for the other projects he’s been sent. But how can he do that if he hasn’t even seen them yet? And he’s just as cranky to his girlfriend because wasn’t she just with her?
“She did call you, I was there…” she prepares herself for his usual behavior. “You weren’t answering her so she dropped them off with me. Just told me not to peak or anything since they’re classified and for your eyes only.” She sets them down on the kitchen island.
“She can’t even do her lazy job,” he stacks them up irritably.
“She—” she begins but lets it evaporate into the tense air. Because what difference is that sentence gonna make?
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“Harry, Harry!” She climbs onto their big bed where he sits reading the stack of pages delivered to him. “They’ve put them back on the menu! The samosas we really like! They’re back!”
He likes them just as much as she does so he’s got to have some type of a reaction.
But he doesn’t have one.
“Can we go? Won’t take long, we can take them to go since you’ve got all this to read.”
“Not tonight.”
“What about this weekend, you pick a time. I’ll follow.” She fixes some loose strands of his hair that probably are bothering him but he’s too invested to worry about anything else.
“M’busy,” he mumbles with a pen in between his lips and more importantly he says her name right after. And he hardly ever does that, only when he’s not being him.
“Maybe next week.” She scoots off the mattress, convincing herself that next week will be better. He doesn’t answer her.
Later when she’s in the bath, trying to wash or scrub away the day she tries to think of new ways. New ways to get him back to what he was. She knows that this has to be one of those ‘wait it out’ type of things. But she doesn’t know if she’s willing to stand by that for much longer.
She calls, she calls his PA nearly every day. Needing to know when Harry will expect the call he’s been waiting for. And she doesn’t know either.
So it really is about waiting it out. Waiting it out until the water runs cold.
She’s busy playing with bubbles and thinking of new things to get him back to her when he walks in.
A bath, she’s never thought of that. A bath cures everything. Washes, kneads and melts away all the worries. They’ve got a nice one too, spacious and pearly white.
“Wanna come in? The water’s still warm.”
No answer.
She sighs loudly through her lips before submerging herself fully in the water as he turns the shower on. She likes it here, under. But she’s got to come back up at some point, when her lungs nearly give out.
She’s undecided. And that’s not a fun place for her to be either. She can’t decide if she’s hurt or angry or understanding. She doesn’t know if she’s managing understanding well anymore either. Because hurt is seeping in and it’s dragging anger along for the ride.
When she’s out of the bath, soft and still warm she heads downstairs for one last bedtime snack. The one she isn’t supposed to have. Because she’s trying to kick the habit of something sweet before bed. But she’ll start that tomorrow.
“Why is my mum calling about lunch this Wednesday?” Harry asks coming down the stairs as she sits on the couch with her oreos.
“I called her, well I called her back, she’s been ringing you about having lunch—”
“Christ—why’ve you got to meddle into every little thing!”
“I didn’t—”
She chooses not to complete her sentence because she knows it won’t do anything. He won’t understand anything from it. The completley innocent motive behind it. “Didn’t mean to, sorry Harry.” She gets up from no longer comfortable spot on the couch.
She wants to say that she didn’t, she isn’t meddling. His mum just hasn’t seen him in nearly two weeks, and hasn’t heard from him in about the same time.
He keep his line open, barely answers any other calls just in case the call he’s waiting for is comprised because of a food order he wants to make over the phone. So Anne called her to see why that is and frankly, she didn’t know what to answer. She can only us the words stressed and busy so many times.
She didn’t mean to let his mum know he was fine and that her usual visit is still a go. She probably should have checked his schedule first but he didn’t think he’d have anything scheduled for that same time.
It rushes in at right about now, at how all of these last few weeks have made her feel. They made her feel stupid, genuinely stupid. She feels stupid for keeping at this. For taking it, for sitting there and taking it. Blow after blow.
She hasn’t been able to lay a finger on what is that she’s feeling while he goes through his storm of feelings. But she thinks she’s found it. She feels dumb.
And once she’s found it, after digging deep she decides she doesn’t want to feel dumb anymore.
There are plenty of rooms, too many for just the two of them. So she chooses, not at all like goldilocks would because she’s much too tired but she happens upon one. She doesn’t care if he notices or he doesn’t. She just needs to not feel like she’s a speck of sand or gum stuck on his shoe. One minuscule and the other a bother. And she feels like both with him.
The cat’s followed her and managed to make it onto the guest bed. She pets their cat for a week slowly. Keeps doing so as she settles into the unfamiliar bed. Keeps doing so until the door opens.
“Was looking for you, what are you doing in here?” He asks even though he understands when he sees her in bed.
“Think you need your space for a bit,” she adjusts her pillow, nearly punches it to get it just right. And Harry wonders if she wants to do the same to him. Just maybe. “In addition to the rest of the space you’ve been keeping.”
“Stop,” he sighs. “Stop being silly, get up love.”
“Don’t want to.” She answers honestly. “S’not like it’s any different than how it’s been.”
“How’s it been?”
“Where you’re at the other end of the bed avoiding me like I’ve got the plague or something you could catch. Bunch of silence too. And maybe I need some of that space and silence now.”
“And what would you need space and silence from?”
“You.” She turns the beside lamp off.
“Me?” He asks turning it back on.
“You.” She turns it back off.
“Why me?” He turns it back on.
“Being around you makes me feel like I might as well be here to pull your teeth.”
“Where’d you get that—”
“You do this, you always do this!” She doesn’t care if he won’t believe her. It’s the truth. She’s been around to know for sure. “Stop unleashing all of your stress on me, I’m here for you! I’m on your side! Always been on your side!”
It’s not that he’s surprised she’s yelling, he knows she’s got a yell or two in her. He’s taken back that it’s him, just him that’s making her yell. She’s not yelling to let off steam about something her mum said to her, something that happened at work, or something she saw. It’s just because of him.
“You don’t see me angry with you about orange juice when I’ve got back to back exams in a week!” She yells and if she could yell louder she would. It’s her turn now. “You know what I do instead? I go with you to whatever event it is you need to show your face at! Even if it’s the day before an exam!” She’s done that, and she’ll keep doing that for him. “You know why! Because my stress hasn’t got anything to do with you! I know how to keep them separate! And if I feel like m’about to unleash it all on you just because you happen to be the one in the room in that moment, I tell you! That I need a minute because I don’t want to blow up on you!”
“I—”
“M’not done!” She yells. “I know exams about child behavior aren’t ever going to be some fancy role in a film but it’s just as important to me! Just as stressful for me! And I don’t shut you out or ignore you as I wait for results!”
She still isn’t done.
“Had a week off right, a a week ago, for Easter. And you spoke a handful of words to me the entire time. For someone who’s always complaining about not seeing me, not being able to take me on holiday…interesting choice of action.”
She still isn’t done, just a bit left.
“M’on your team. Always have been, and you’ve always been on mine. So start acting like it.”
She catches her breath. “M’done now.”
“So what do you want now? What have I got to—”
“I want to turn this light off without you turning it back on. And I want to sleep in here with the cat you haven’t even acknowledged.”
“Gonna sleep alone, in here all night?”
“M’here aren’t I?”
“When m’I gonna fix this then?” He asks worriedly. Because even though he doesn’t exactly how to just yet (he’s dug himself that deep) he still needs to.
“Tomorrow.”
So he’s going to let her sleep here. Even if he absolutely dreads sleeping alone. Might as well not sleep at all. But he’s going to let her. Because from all that she’s been revealing to him, she deserves this all. Some space for herself and for him to feel how that’s like.
He turns the light off so she can get to it.
“Sleep well love,” he kisses her shoulder because he isn’t sure she’ll let him that much. And he does pet the cat, even if it hates him just as much he thinks his girl does. He is soft. “Gonna watch her for me right?” He whispers.
→ → →
It takes Harry a few days to fix it all. With a tool box of things he can think of.
It started with the samosas they like and ended with the carousel at Regent’s Park. (The food fair won’t be back till August.) But he still left his phone at the house and she had to double check and make sure he knew he was doing so.
And somewhere in between it was the mugs as well.
“Got the mugs, the nicer ones from Etsy.” He tells her when she walks into the kitchen.
“We don’t have too many?” She asks.
“Threw some of the boring ones out to make room.” He shrugs taking the orange juice he didn’t want three days ago from the fridge. And he pours some into the mug she bought him as he holds the cat in the other. It tastes just like oranges, and it tastes better than the kind he’s used to. It’s because of the mug and he knows so.
And the cat understands.
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Harry loved boobs.
All boobs. All sizes. But he especially loved Y/N’s.
They were big, full, and he couldn’t fucking get enough. Every day he had to try and restrain himself, especially at the beginning of their relationship. All he wanted to do was bury his face in them. Hold them. Grasp, play, suck, knead, anything he could do to them, he wanted to.
Y/N hadn’t met a man who was as obsessed with her tits as Harry was and that said a lot. Men loved breasts- but Harry was other level. He couldn’t keep his hands or eyes off of it. He was always seemingly in awe of her chest and honestly? As much as it could be perceived as Pervy, it was flattering.
He paid so much attention to her in general, she couldn’t help but let him indulge in his wants with her chest. Sitting with him on the couch, she would grab his hands when she sat between his legs and lead them under her shirt. Let his hands simply cup the lace clad breasts while they watched TV.
There wasn’t enough praise he could give them. In her ear, whispering his thanks and how much he loved them. How he dreamed about them and wouldn’t ever get enough of her and her body.
“Fuckin’ perfect, Y’know that baby?” He murmured, thumb brushing over her nipple under the delicate lace of her bralette. “Need to go out n’buy my pretty baby some more of these things. S’so nice.” He got her a few in pastels and now was wondering if he could have them replace some of her other lingerie. “So much easier to touch. No padding…” he kissed under her ear gently.
God, he was fucked.
“Mhm, we know. Down boy.” She giggled, turning and stealing a peck on his jaw before settling back down. “You just like that you can suck on them through the lace. Admit it.” Her teasing made him chuckle, shaking his head into her neck.
“Alright. Y’caught me, sweetheart.” His fingers gently tugged into the lace and pulled it down, getting his hands inside of it. The hot skin burned his so deliciously, moaning in satisfaction as he carefully kneaded the flesh in his palms. It was relaxing and arousing for him. She could feel the throbbing of his cock against the small of her back, but he made no move to do anything about it. “But can you blame me? I’ve got the most gorgeous breasts, all to myself. You’re so lovely n’generous to me. Let me play with them whenever I ask…” he sighed, pulling each breast out of the lace with his hands so they could be free.
“So big and pretty. Plenty to play with… to kiss, to love on. Makes me so happy.” He added. Harry truly couldn’t stop himself, pulling her shirt up quickly and revealing her chest to him. His groan was right in her ear, making her shiver. So raspy and full, she loved that she was able to get him like this.
“Look at them, darling.” He gently moved his hands, watching them bounce. His large hands held them well, but he was in love with how they looked in them. “And you wonder why I love having you on top. Get them in my face. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pressed a wet kiss to her neck, inhaling her scent while he took both of his thumbs and ran them over her nipples. That got a reaction out of her, her breathing catching as her head lulled back on her his shoulders.
“Swear, I’d let you kill me with them. Suffocate me. I love them. Love you even more, but I can’t get enough.” He gently pinched each nipple in between his fingers and shook his hands, cock pulsing harder at the rippling skin. “Prettiest nipples. Love to suck on ‘em. Love seeing them bounce and move… love seeing how sexy they make you feel too.”
“No, M’not gonna kill you, silly boy.” She laughed breathily. His hands were warm and his rings cool on the skin, the contrasting sensations making her want to arch her chest into his hands. Harry didn’t even truly know how much it affected her when he went on to worship her body like this. How good it felt to know he truly loved her and every inch of her body. “Then you’d never be able to touch them again. I don’t want anyone else to, and you know they like attention.” Her giggled continued when he playfully bit down on her ear, though it did shoot a bit of arousal into her stomach.
“No fuckin’ way. No one else is touching these.” He grumbled, pouting to himself. “Theyre mine. I’m the only one who gets to play with them. I know people look… s’rude but, no one else gets to touch.”
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Okay I had so much fun writing this one! It's based off of THIS REQUEST where Harry cheats on his gf with Y/N and is basically pussy whipped.
Warnings: mostly remorseless infidelity, solo male masturbation, unprotected sex (p in v), oral (m and f receiving), fingering, daddy kink, slight degradation, pain, size, and cnc kink, non-con creampie, jealous partners, alcohol consumption. I think that's it...?
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You were minding your business, shamelessly standing stark naked in Harry’s laundry room, setting the wash for the sheets and pillowcases you two had soiled with your sweat, spit, and cum. You suddenly felt Harry’s presence behind you and moments later he was wrapping his arms around your waist.
“I told you that I’d take care of this later.” He mumbled before kissing your bare shoulder.
“It is later.” You smirked, “You said she’s coming home around 11, no?” You asked him and he nodded, “Well it’s already 10 and we still need to clean up from cooking dinner.” You reminded and he groaned.
“Right…”
“Told you we should’ve just ordered in. Could’ve kicked me out with the garbage.” You joked and he tutted in disapproval and squeezed around you a bit harder. You giggled a bit at his reaction, but it was true…you were the other woman and sometimes you coped with that with a little help from dark humor.
“I thought we agreed you’d stop with the self deprecating stuff.” He reminded you. “Only I can be a little mean t’you.” He smirked devilishly and you rolled your eyes, but nodded.
“I know, I know…sorry.” You giggled as he smooched your shoulder again.
“And you were right. We should’ve ordered in.” He added, “You’re basically always right though, angel.” He admitted and you smiled.
When you thought about how it was that Harry came into your life it felt so normal that the fact you were fucking almost felt strange. You were merely acquaintances and only because your uncle was none other than Rob Stringer. Well, you were related through marriage, but still. You and Harry both just happened to be in attendance at his birthday party one year and after loosening up with a few drinks you two were flirting up a storm in a secluded little nook. Harry was single then and you were finishing up your Master’s degree in Audio Engineering, you both loved music, so that gave you two plenty to talk about. At the end of the night you exchanged numbers and added each other on instagram, but you never really spoke again after that.
It was a couple years later, at one of his last shows of his world tour that your paths crossed again. You all had a little “party” at the hotel afterwards and you overheard one of his friends say that he was talking to someone and that she’d be coming for his final show along with more of his friends and family. So you sort of kept your distance because you couldn’t trust yourself with not flirting with him. But all throughout the night you’d make eye contact across the room or just narrowly miss each other as you rotated around the little cliques of people. His intense energy made you feel quite wired, so even when the final people trickled out of the rooftop patio area that had been reserved for the little cocktail party, you found yourself sitting at the pool on the far end of the rooftop, legs dangling in the perfectly cool water. Harry was heading back to his room when he spotted you across the way through the chaises and tables surrounding the pool.
He’d greeted you with a cool “Hey, stranger!”, when he entered the pool area. That greeting was something you thought you’d hate until it was coming from him. He was clearly on a good one, as were you, and you guys just talked for an hour until you both realized it was past 3am. The ride down in the elevator was charged with tension and a comfortable silence, both of you were just enjoying the intense vibe that was encompassing you for however long this ride lasted. When the elevator stopped and opened up on his floor you were prepared to say goodnight but he just extended his hand out towards you. It was an unspoken invitation. You recall asking him “Aren’t you dating someone?” And he just smirked and said “not technically” and well that was enough for you to let him guide you to his suite and the rest was history.
You’d always thought sexual chemistry was a myth until you and Harry fucked. You had the things that scratched his itch and vice versa. It truly was supposed to be a one time thing but then you saw each other again after a bit more time and did it again. Harry was consumed by guilt after the first time, he felt ill and disgusted with himself. But when you two saw each other again you slept together again. And then again. And now it had happened once more.
You weren’t hooking up regularly, so it wasn’t a full fledged affair, it was more of a sporadic thing. The point was that now he had a girlfriend of almost a year now and you really needed to not do this again. You wanted to say you felt guilty for it all the time, but in all truth the guilt had diminished, especially when you were together. That’s how good it was. However, that didn’t mean what you were doing wasn’t wrong.
“So when I tell you that this can’t happen again you know that I mean it, right?” You asked as you closed the lid and then turned towards him. His eyes met your own with a solemn look as he nodded.
“I know…this was a slip up.” He said, there was a little guilt in his eyes, you could see it pulling him away from the present and into his head.
It truly had been this time. He had gone to a football match with your uncle the day before and you just happened to be over at his for dinner with your aunt and mum when they came back. You’d gone your separate ways but he then texted you to see if you wanted to catch up and have dinner together the next day, well, today now. And you had agreed, but one thing led to another, like the time before and here you were.
“Isn’t that what you said last time?” You asked with a smirk.
“Hey, how was I supposed to know you worked out at that studio?”
“Instagram.” You said with a grin and he chuckled.
“Okay, I just…I just wanted to see you that time. I didn’t intend for it to turn into sex.”
“Liar.” You whispered smugly before tiptoeing and kissing his lips gently and he chuckled.
“I mean, I fantasized about it, but I didn’t intend to follow through with it.” He defended himself and you just giggled before your lips melted together. It was so easy to get lost when you kissed each other. Feeling his big, warm hands feeling out your curves and squeezing at your butt, it made you melt. And well, he was getting hard all over again and you giggled into your kiss.
“One more before you go?” He asked you and you shook your head.
“Why don’t you channel all this towards your girl instead when she gets home.” You suggested before pecking his lips quickly and pulling away from him.
Harry felt confused when you said things like this to him. He wondered if you said it to make him feel guilty or were just being sincere about him focusing on her instead of you. So he followed after you until he was back in his bedroom and you were pulling your clothes on.
“Are you upset?” He asked you and you turned towards him as you fastened your bra on.
“No, H. I didn’t mean that in a bad way, sorry.” You assured as he grabbed your shirt from the floor and handed it to you. “Thanks.” You hummed.
“Welcome.” He mumbled.
“I just meant like…” you sighed, “M-maybe if you’re not…satisfied with how your sex life is with her, then-”
“Let’s not, alright?” He cut you off sternly, his eyes wild with frustration.
You just rolled lips together and nodded, “You’re right. Sorry.” You apologized immediately as you looked away with a little bit of embarrassment. You could sense that the mood completely shifted between you two so you hurriedly got dressed in silence. Harry had just thrown on his sweats.
“Ready?” He asked as soon as you’d buttoned your jeans.
“I can show myself out, H. Just finish cleaning up.” You assured him.
“What’re a few minutes worth at this point?”
“At least a shower.” You responded and he smiled a bit.
“See. Always right.” He acknowledged as he took your hand and squeezed it a bit in his.
“I’m not answering next time, Harry. That’s a promise.” You said seriously. You needed to put your foot down. It was bad enough that you didn’t feel bad about it, so you really needed to stop. “So don’t even call, okay?” You requested and he nodded once before he let you go.
Harry stood there until he heard the front door open and close and he smiled to himself because he was already itching to call you again. He didn’t let himself feel too guilty about this because he knew that he was going to stop, when? Well, he certainly believed the second time was the last time, but now it had happened a couple more times and he wouldn’t mind not stopping. There was just something about the way you two fit together that made him want to keep going back. Even after the first time he’d had you, when you were both drunk and giggling and mucking about, the second he sunk inside of you his brain chemistry changed. He’d never moaned so much while fucking someone. And then when you rode him…
“Fuck…” he mumbled as his cock started growing hard so fast.
He slightly brought down his sweats and pulled his cock out as he sat on the bed. Harry’s eyes closed as he as he started to stroke his cock up and down at a steady pace, not wasting any time to tease or delay his orgasm in any way. His jaw tensed a bit as he clenched his teeth together and hissed in a breath as he rubbed at his frenulum the way you had done earlier with your tongue.
He absolutely loved your company, the chemistry was just there. He’d never been with someone who made themselves right at home so easily. And not in an imposing way, you did it in a way that reminded him of when a friend you haven’t seen in ages pops in for a long visit and they just slowly start to worm their way further in. You zapped him with an excitement that was reminiscent of the time when he fell in love for the first time. Where you’ve got these blinders on and that person can do absolutely no wrong in your eyes. You only see all of the wonderful things about them you glorify them to an extent. You were a living fantasy.
“Shit, need her so bad.” He mumbled as he stroked a bit faster. He visualized the way your breasts bounced in front of him as you rode his cock until he busted for you twice. And here he was again, about to come for you for the third time tonight. He loved the way you praised him when he was about to come for you and he recalled it now. He groaned as he basically heard your voice as if you were right there with him.
“That feels so good, doesn’t it, baby?”
“I’m going to make you come again, aren’t I?”
“Yes, Harry…Fuck yeah, daddy! Come for me.”
Harry’s eyes squeezed shut as his memories of your soft and sultry voice and tight, dripping little cunt milked the come out of him. He groaned as he felt it start to expand from his core and tickle down his legs and finally reach the tip of his cock. He let out the most lewd moan as he felt is start to erupt from his tip. His hips bucked up into his fist as his warm, milky sperm spurted out against his abs quite intensely a few times before it diminished and soon stopped. He gave himself a gentle squeeze before letting go and sighing in satisfaction. He was obsessed with you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. About when he’d see you next. But you were right, it couldn’t happen again. He was getting in too deep and the longer he let this go on the more painful it would be for everyone involved if it ever came to light.
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You had a short cry in the car on your way home because you were so fucking into Harry but you couldn’t fuck with his life anymore. Never did you think you’d be someone’s side piece, it shocked you! But Harry just understood your mind and body in ways that no one but you knew and it was so amazing to feel so understood. To feel in tune with someone, whether it be in the middle of a sexual experience or just while making conversation. That’s why it had been so hard to stay away. But you meant it this time. You couldn’t continue being his escape of whatever it was that he was missing in his relationship.
You hadn’t meant to offend him when suggesting he have a conversation about the sexual things in his relationship with his girlfriend. You just wanted him to be able to get what he needed from his relationship, that was the point wasn’t it? You were certain things were just fine in his relationship but when it comes to sex, “just fine” is a mere step up from “not good”. And when you and Harry got together everything flowed so perfectly that he was willing to be unfaithful just to have a taste of that.
What you two did was fuck really well. There wasn’t really any tenderness in those moments, you two just relished in the ecstasy that came with the lust and pleasure when you two got together. You were into the same things, you could push the limits of what was acceptable with him. It was so rare to find such a good match, but you were determined to stay true to your word because at the end of the day, no matter how good the sex and company were, he had someone else.
After a couple of days you got the courage to block his number. It was a temporary measure in case either of you slipped up in the near future because if he did just the right amount of groveling you’d give in far more easily than you cared to admit.
….TWO MONTHS LATER….
You had been doing really well after distancing yourself from Harry. You weren’t sure how long you’d need before you could see him without your pussy getting all puffy and sticky at the mere sight of him and the sound of his voice. In order to achieve this you’d also stopped frequenting the places where you knew he liked to go, so you hadn’t even seen him this entire time. You were proud of yourself for being able to quit him cold turkey so when one of your friends invited you out to Amante’s, a private club for the rich and famous (precisely the kind of place Harry went to when he wanted to be out of the house but not being lurked by admirers), you quickly disregarded the reluctance that initially arose. The odds of you running into him were quite low and you just needed the night out, especially after the grueling work week you’d had.
You got a bit dressed up, something short of cocktail attire, and then just added some eyeliner to darken up your makeup before rushing out of your town home. You got into your Uber and made your way to the club. Wilson’s wasn’t a club to dance, it was more of a social club. There was a main bar with a large sitting room, some billiard, and karaoke rooms, and then a lovely patio area where they had a stove oven to bake fresh pizza’s. That’s usually where your friends hung out, out back and away from the older crowd. You were heading back, tucking away your member’s card when you heard your name.
“Y/N!” You glanced up and smiled brightly when you saw your friend, Goldie.
“G! Look at you!” You giggled happily, completely blown away by her gorgeous outfit.
“Thank you, thank you!” She grinned, “You’re looking lovely as well.” She complimented and you tutted, waving off the compliment. “I was just on my way to freshen up a bit. I know you’ve just arrived, but do you want to join?” She asked and you agreed and were easily swept away.
You too took the time to touch up your lipliner and lipstick, you were being cautious as Goldie re-glued one of her strip lashes that seemed to be needing more adhesive. After helping her fan it dry to a tacky consistency she placed it back on. You gave yourself a few more spritzes of perfume before you both headed out.
“So it is a big group?” You asked as you two weaved through the sitting room, locking eyes with a handsome man before exchanging a timid smile and continuing on.
“About eight of us.”
“Eight?” You asked in surprise. Your main group only consisted of six people.
“Yeah, Sam brought Tom and Harry with him.” She informed you. Suddenly, you felt the world come to a screeching halt. Just your fucking luck!
“Oh!” You exclaimed.
“You know them both already, right?” Goldie asked you.
“Oh yeah, I’ve met them before.” You assured and she nodded. She was saying something more but you genuinely couldn’t hear anything as you started to get trapped in your own head.
As soon as you stepped out though your hearing tuned back in and picked out Harry’s boisterous laughter over everyone else’s and you immediately felt your heart skip a beat. Your skin started to tingle, goosebumps breaking out over your arms the closer you got, and those tingles started to seep down into your guts. The butterflies of excitement and nervous were fluttering with reckless abandon in anticipation. Then, finally one of the servers slipped past you and opened up your field of vision to Harry, or his rather chiseled side profile. His hair was longer than you’d last seen him and his facial hair had come in nicely; if you concentrated a bit more you could practically feel it scratching at the delicate skin between your thighs as he worked his way up to your pu-
“Look who’s here!” Goldie announced with glee as you two reached the end of the table and everyone glanced over to her and then to you.
Harry’s gaze immediately found your own and his eyes raked down your body subtly. You ignored the intense heat of his eyes taking you in longingly and just waved at everyone and did a general greeting before taking your seat on the chair at the end. You were taking everyone in for a moment before picking up the drinks menu to gather yourself until you heard your name.
“Y/N, do you want to sit in the booth? It’s far more comfortable.” Harry spoke to you and you glanced up at him from the menu.
“I’m alright here. Thanks.” You offered a polite smile before looking away.
You knew full well that you weren’t ordering anything off of this specialty menu, you’d just get your usual Whiskey and soda water with a squeeze of lemon. You just needed a distraction while you composed yourself enough to look at him without picturing him in his full naked glory. It was tough and when you spared him a glance when he wasn’t looking his lips still quirked up to the left, carving his dimple into his cheek. It made you smile, but after that you just steered clear. No one knew that you and Harry were more familiar with each other than the times you’d been to his shows or seen him at your uncle’s things on occasion, so giving him any more attention would make everyone think you were flirting with a taken man. And speaking of…where was she? It didn’t take long for someone to bring her up and ask how he’d been coping with her gone for work.
“I’m good. I’ve always been big on having my own things to keep me occupied.” He said, “Then on the other hand I’m all alone in that big, old house all the time.” he announced and you reached for your drink and took it.
“You don’t get lonely?” Someone asked him.
“Not usually, but lately just a bit.” He said and his gaze flickered over to you, “Wouldn’t mind having some company when things feel a bit slow.” He confessed.
And with that, you excused yourself to the bathroom and rushed over there. You felt so stupid for getting worked up over what he was saying, but you knew exactly what he meant. You could perfectly envision him letting you into his house and immediately dropping to his knees as he got your pants off and just licked you out right there against the doorway. As soon as you got in the stall you grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and pulled your dress up a bit before slipping your hand down the front of your panties to soak up the arousal that had you all slicked up. Your clit was so sensitive that even when the wad of toilet paper skimmed over it as you retracted your hand, it made you bite down on your lip. For a moment you genuinely wished that Harry would burst through the door and lock it behind him so that he could take you then and there. It was a sinful thought and you were quite disappointed in yourself that all it took was being in his presence to have your resolve break down like this. Betrayed by your own body. Once you had washed your hands you beelined it for the bar and waited against the counter.
“What can I get for you, miss?”
“Just a shot of vodka.” You said, “Do you still carry the Kettle One grapefruit one?”
“We do.”
“That please. Chilled.”
“Right away.” The man smiled and you thanked him before he spun around to get what you wanted.
“Can I pick that up for you?” You heard from beside you and turned to see the handsome man that had made eyes at you when you first arrived.
“Oh no, that’s alright.”
“I insist. I was hoping to buy you a drink but seeing as you’re here with friends, I’m afraid this would be my only opportunity. I’m Eric.” He said extending his hand and you smiled.
“I’m Y/N. Lovely to meet you.”
“The pleasure is entirely mine. So what do you say? Can I at least get this for you?” He inquired once more and you nodded.
“Yeah, alright.” You agreed and he smiled, “Do you want one too? Some guy is paying.” You joked and he chuckled.
“Sure.”
“Alright. I can spare a bit of time.” You flirted and he called on the bartender and asked him for another.
Soon you had your shots before you and you were clinking the little shot glasses together before tossing them back. He scoffed afterwards and said it was awful and you did as well. You explained that the last time you had this specific vodka it may have been in a spritzer or shooter of sorts, not actually straight. So you guys laughed about that and chatted a little bit about yourselves. You exchanged social media profiles and while you mentioned to him that you weren’t interested in being involved with anyone at the moment, you assured him that if you changed your mind you would reach out. With that you headed back to the table and rolled your eyes as some of your friends whooped and yelped dramatically after someone else had seen you flirting up a storm inside.
“Man, I was never that bold when I was single!” your friend Paul smirked and you giggled.
“I wasn’t being bold, he was.”
“Is that all it takes now a days?”
“Sometimes.” You giggled and went back to your drink.
You felt a bit more relaxed now and well, Harry was pissed because he did not acknowledge you once for the rest of the night. Did it make you sad? Of course, but he had no right or reason to be upset at this and you figured that was his way of coping with that. After you had a second full drink your buzz started to come in. You were giggling at everything and getting all affectionate with Paul, who was on your left. He was gay, so you knew that he wouldn’t misinterpret it as you scooched closer and leaned against his shoulder. You had a slight moment of weakness and when you glanced at Harry he was already looking at you. You could feel the energy emanating from him. He looked kind of lost and sad. You had the urge to reach for him, but you couldn’t do that here. So instead you just offered him a small smile and his gaze softened a bit and then you looked away.
The rest of the time seemed to fly by and before you knew it you were being dropped off in front of your house.
“Thank you so much for the ride. You are the best!” You praised Goldie with gratitude.
“Not a problem, darling!”
“Do you need water or to have a wee or anything?” You asked.
“I should be alright!” She giggled, “Thank you, though. We’ll see each other for Massimo’s birthday in a few, yeah?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there.” You smiled and waved goodbye as she drove off. You then keyed your way inside and immediately shrugged your jacket off, the alcohol in your system had made you feel a bit warm. You were just about to get your shoes off when there were a few knocks on the door and you grinned.
“I knew she’d have to pee.” You said to yourself lowly and when you opened up the door you swore any drunken feeling evaporated from your system as his eyes met yours. “Harry, I don’t think that-”
You were cut off by his lips colliding with yours as he pushed you inside. You easily melted into it and sucked his plump bottom lip between your own lips. He groaned as his hands slide down to your backside, kneading it in his big warm hands. He started turning you around until your back collided with the door and he started to kiss down your neck. You were obsessed with the way his lips felt and with the way his scent enveloped you. You moaned as he you felt him start to suck at the base of your throat.
“N-no marks remember?” You panted as you scratched the back of his head gently.
“Mmm…don’t think anyone’ll be suspicious after you were flirting with that guy at the bar.” He mumbled before picking up where he left off. Your mouth parted as you moaned in slight pain at how hard he was sucking at you.
“Tsss…it hurts!” You winced.
“Good.” He mumbled before kissing over the mark. You loved when he did things to claim you, because outside of this you weren’t his to claim. He pecked your lips quickly as he pressed his forehead against yours, “You think about that next time before ghosting me for two months.” He lowly and you shook your head.
“It was for your own good.” You reminded.
“I think I can decide what’s good for me and what’s not.” He mumbled lowly as one of his hands came up and angled your face up towards his. The deep, magenta glow from the little sunset lamp in your entryway was making this moment feel like a drug-induced hallucination. Breathing his scent and air made you feel intoxicated. You were putty in his hands. “I’ve missed you so much, angel.” He said lowly. That’s when you realized that his other hand had slithered up your thigh, he was just an inch away from touching you where you needed him most.
“H, no. We shouldn’t.” You reasoned, but did absolutely nothing to push him away or stop his hand from slithering further up your thigh. You wanted him to keep going, but you shouldn’t.
“Tell me to stop then.” He responded huskily and you inhaled sharply as his fingers rubbed over your clothed slit. Your hand darted down and wrapped around his wrist and his eyes immediately softened, “Is that a stop?” He asked with slight concern and you shook your head.
“Harder.” You requested. He groaned and added more pressure, his finger dipping into your crease and colliding with your clit. He felt as the tension just melted off of your body and the soft moan that slipped past your lips made him grin.
“Is that good, angel?” He asked and you nodded and whimpered as he went a bit faster. “You’ve been wet for a while, hmmm?”
“Yes.” You smiled, “Since I saw you.” You confessed and he giggled.
“Yeah?” He asked, fully amused at learning this.
“Yeah.” You nodded, still smiling cheek to cheek.
“For real?” He asked lowly, more vulnerably. His eyes bore into yours and you nodded again, not breaking eye contact with him. “That’s fucking hot.” He groaned before kissing your sloppily.
It was all tongues and teeth colliding, there was just so much urgency that it didn’t even matter if you were kissing at the same pace, you just wanted to be against him. One of your hands reached down to feel the sizable bulge in his pants. You were obsessed with how big his dick got. He stretched you out so good, you got wetter in anticipation. He groaned in satisfaction as you rubbed over him with more pressure, really letting the heel of your palm press against the head of his cock.
“Harry?”
“Yes, angel?”
“Please fuck me.” You panted against his lips and he nodded.
“Yeah, baby. Want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you.” He muttered against your lips before pulling you off towards your bedroom.
“Wait, wait! My shoes! Let me get ‘em off!” You giggled and he groaned and knelt down. You bit your lip and smiled down at him as you placed your foot on his thigh. He kissed your knee as his fingers undid the straps of your high heel.
“Next one.” He hummed and you switched legs. “There you are, now lets get to it.” He smiled and you pulled him to your bedroom swiftly.
As soon as you got in you reached across your body to pull down your dress’ zipper. About halfway down, Harry’s hands slid the straps down your shoulders and then slid under your arms to grab your breasts. He squeezed them as his lips traveled up your neck.
“Fuck, I missed these.” He hummed and you bit your lip and whined as he gently pinched your nipples down between his thumbs and index fingers. He pressed a bit harder until you gasped and he eased up. “Again?” He asked and you nodded.
“Please, again.” You confirmed.
This was one of the reasons Harry loved sleeping with you. Little things like this, where he was a bit more aggressive and pushed the limits with you. You leaned into it, you loved the bite of pain. You loved feeling pushed to the edge and giving him complete free reign to do with you as he pleased, you’d set some boundaries before but there were very few. And well, he enjoyed taking you there. It’s what he was missing, he figured it out after not having you for two months.
Things weren’t bad in his relationship but they were rather tame. He loved having slow, meaningful sex but he also loved having horny, kinky, and primal sex where he could fulfill his urges however he pleased. That wasn’t really the kind of person his partner was, to be fair she had tried but she just couldn’t get into it. And well, knowing you were of that persuasion, it just became easiest to seek you out for it. But he didn’t expect to get whipped after a couple times. It was bad, he had been struggling without you. And thank whatever higher power there was that your paths coincided tonight because he really just needed to see you. Even if nothing had come of it, at least he got to be around you and feel excited again. That very spark of excitement being relit was the thing that persuaded him to show up at your door and he was so glad he had.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He hummed as he glanced down at your body. “So fucking perfect. And so good for me.” He goaded you on. You loved how he spoke to you when you fucked, “Always so fucking good. Aren’t you, angel?”
“Yes, daddy.” You whined and he groaned. Just hearing you call him that again had clouded his judgement completely and the rational part of himself evaporated into thin air.
In moments Harry was urging you to get into bed while he quickly undressed himself. You were nestling yourself into the pillows when he climbed on. You parted your legs to allow him to rest himself over your body and as he settled over you he kissed you deeply. You were aching to feel his cock stretching you open and filling you up with each inch of it that sunk inside of you. You were longing to feel the satisfaction that came with sleeping with him and only him. It was dangerous, like a drug.
Harry kissed your lips once more before pressing himself up, “Gonna get a taste of you first.” He said to you and you bit your lip in excitement.
You stayed perfectly still as Harry kissed down your chest and stomach, then skipped down to your thighs and nipped and kissed and sucked his way up until he was pressing kisses over your labia. He loved feeling the wetness seeping out from between your lips, he loved how wet and horny you got for him. So without any further delays he nuzzled in and lapped at your achey little hole, dipping his tongue in until you were grinding into his face and gasping as his nose kept nudging against your clit. He was trying not to, but he was smiling so big, it was getting hard to keep doing what he was doing. But he was absolutely blissed out over getting to savor you once again.
“Oh fuck…” you mewled, “My clit! Suck my clit!” You whined and he groaned as he glided his mouth further up to get to your clit. His mustache pricked at your hypersensitive skin and it made you weak in the knees. You loved the contrast of his smooth lips and tongue in comparison to the roughness of his facial hair scratching over your skin. Once he felt the reached the raised little bump, Harry parted his lips to suck and flick his tongue at the sensitive little bundle until you started to writhe your hips.
Your moans became more consistent and then he pressed his middle finger into you. You gasped as he hooked it up, right into your g-spot. Your abs immediately started to tense as he played your body with an absolutely lethal level of lust-driven determination. He wanted to make you come. The final nail in the coffin was when he plunged a second finger in. The soft smacks of his fingers thrusting in and out of you were getting louder the closer you got to your orgasm. His moans of enjoyment and your praises of gratitude to him joined the chorus of things pushing you right to the edge. And just like that you were coming undone around his fingers.
“Fuck, that’s it, angel.” He chuckled against you, kissing at your clit lightly until he had worked you through it all the way.
Harry kissed up your body with lust and what felt like relief. And when he was back up at your face he went in for a sultry kiss, tongue first. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue and felt his hands rub up and down your inner thighs while his heavy erection bobbed up and down in the small space between your bodies. You just wanted him so badly, you raised your hips up to get his tip against your folds and hopefully your clit. He adjusted a bit until his tip kissed your clit as you’d been hoping. You whimpered and he bit his lip at the soft whimpers escaping from your throat as his cock kept bumping into your clit at the perfect pace. He was trying to not make too much of it because if he thought about it too much he’d come like this with ease. And while it was very tempting to do so if only to see your pussy glazed over with his cum, he needed to feel you. He wanted to be buried deep in the person he’d been missing and thinking about all this time when he finally came.
“Please, H. Put it in!” You begged and he groaned as he angled himself down and to your entrance. He gently nudged against it, he’d have to assist a bit to push it inside.
“You’re still on the pill?” He asked as he glanced up at you and your expression fell a bit as your eyes met.
“No, I stopped it last month.” And then you cocked your head towards the adjoining bathroom, “I have condoms somewhere in there though.” You offered because he had always insisted on protection. But this time he bit his lip pensively.
“Ca-can I…pull out?” He asked and your eyes widened and dazzled a bit upon hearing his request. You’d never gone bare before, it was one of the things you’d agreed on every time you’d meet up. Of course, for your own sexual health, but largely because he was still sleeping with a long term partner who wasn’t aware that he had another sexual partner. Truly, the least you two could do was use condoms.
“Ummm, a-are you sure?” You asked him.
“Yeah angel, I’m absolutely sure.” You looked a bit skeptical, “M’sure.” He insisted with a nod, “I need t’feel you.” He admitted lowly as his eyes glanced up to yours. He looked uncertain of having shared that with you but you could also see the urgency in them. Your lips twitched up in a small smile.
“Okay.” You agreed and he smiled down at you as he started to guide himself down to your entrance.
When his tip finally met with your entrance and he started to press in you sighed in relief. You had slept with someone else shortly after the last time with Harry, so it had been a while for you and you were aching to feel the stretch as your body adjusted and accommodated to his size.
“Ready?” He asked and you nodded eagerly.
“I’m so ready.” You responded, nearly breathless and with that he surged forward with enough force to sink inside, “Oh fuuuuck…” You moaned, eyes squeezing shut the second your muscles relaxed enough to allow him to sink in about halfway.
Harry moaned in relief as well, but his eyes were fixed on the place where your bodies were connected. He loved to see you stretched out around him, he marveled at the way he fit inside of you. Without a warning he reared back and you whined. He smirked smugly and glanced up at you before thrusting back into you. You moaned as your gazes locked once again.
“Can you take it all with the next one?” He asked and you nodded once, “You sure?”
“Yeah, m’sure. Please, H.” You whined softly. With that he pulled back again and thrust inside with a bit more strength and then he actually shifted his hips down causing your legs to fall open even more as you opened right up for him. “Oh shit!” You gasped in surprise when his cock went as deep as it could. It felt like he was in your stomach.
“Relax f’me, angel.” He encouraged you and when you did and he ground into you, his tip just barely grazed your cervix. The small, but dull ache told you that’s where he was. “Can I move?”
“Please move.” You giggled breathlessly and he smiled before pulling out and gliding back in with ease. You were even more wet now with his thrusts. Your body was practically singing for him and the way it felt to be connecting with him this way after all of this time.
Your hands ran up and down the hot and smooth skin of his back and arms. You didn’t know how much you missed the feeling of the bulging muscles in his back and arms working hard to make you feel good. He was so strong, it made you even hornier as you brought a hand over his chest to feel his bulging pectorals. He smiled and knelt up, spreading your legs even more as he watched with lustful eyes as his cock glided in and out of you with ease.
“Fuck, you take it so well.” He grunted through his thrusts before grabbing your left breast in his hand. He groped and squeezed at it and your nipple, causing your back to arch up with his tugs as you gasped and moaned. “Too much?” He asked when you winced and you shook your head.
“It’s good! It’s so fucking good!” You mewled.
Harry was obsessed with how perfect you looked beneath him. Gorgeous face, tits bouncing up and down with the force of his thrusts. Your warm and inviting little hole taking his cock as well as he remembered. For a while there at Amante’s he was worried that you’d leave with that handsome guy who was entertaining you at the bar and boy, did his blood boil. He wasn’t going to act on his need for you until he saw that. At the very least, the man had gotten your socials and he’d be a fool to not shoot his shot with you. But that’s why he ended up at your doorstep, he wanted to be fresh on your mind if you decided to try your luck with someone else. He knew it was messy and even toxic of him to do this, but he wanted you to compare. He wanted you to obsess and lose sleep over him the way he did over you.
“Damn, look at you.” He sighed with a slight smirk, “You were being so good, weren’t you? Keeping your promise and staying away, but look at you now.” He pointed out, “All it took was seeing me once for you to spread your legs for me.” He said smugly and you moaned, “You’re right back where you started, angel. My needy, cock-hungry, little slut.” He teased and degraded you just how you loved, it was pushing you closer and closer to the brink.
Your walls tightened up around him, squeezing him tight. You enjoyed this. This was the side of him that he saved for you. The side of him that his girlfriend didn’t like and couldn’t handle. You loved how he mocked you and made you feel so weak and fickle. You’d spent most of your life being strong, being the rock, it was good to be able to not be that person. To give in to your recklessness and your humanity in a safe space with a person who not only cared for you, but fucked you so good you could detach from reality and just enjoy being taken care of.
“Fuck, I’m so close!” You gasped when he ground deep into you while rubbing over your clit.
The pleasure started to expand from deep in your core and to the rest of your body. Your walls were fluttering around his cock erratically, without your influence. His deep moans in response had your skin covered in goosebumps. And as the feeling made it down your legs, you writhed beneath him, whining and whimpering as you got closer and closer. Your brain was starting to shut off and your eyes to glaze over as you succumbed to the pleasure possessing your body. When your ears started to ring you knew you were about to come. You were smiling in satisfaction as the moans flowed from your mouth, limbs feeling like jell-o.
“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna come!” You gasped, “Please, let me come!” You asked for permission. You always had to ask the first time.
“Go on, angel. Give it t’me, come for me.” He granted you the permission and immediately your body went tense.
Your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack as all of those wonderful, tingling feelings rippled from your core and out to the rest of your body. It felt like your veins were pumping fire through you. You were desperately grinding up to meet his own thrusts, not able to get enough of him even now as you creamed all over his cock. Harry leaned down to hover over you again, breathing in your exhales, letting his own pleasure reach its own pinnacle. He had every intention of pulling out, but seeing you there beneath him so fucking perfect and fucked out because of him, plus the underlying jealously he was still feeling that led him to your bed, he just couldn’t stop. His thrusts grew erratic and his hands found yours, he pressed them into the mattress as he interlocked your fingers. The look in his eyes tipped you off that his resolve was breaking.
“H-Harry, pull out!” You stammered out the reminder as his brows furrowed and he shook his head. His thrusts slowed but he fucked into your harder until he sunk into you as deep as he could. “Oh fuck!” You whined.
“Fuuuuck…” he moaned deeply as his eyes squeezed shut and then pressed his forehead into yours as he ignored your reminder and started to come inside of you. He needed to and in that moment had no interest in sticking to his own rule.
You could feel the dramatic pulses and twitches of his cock as your snug, warm walls milked the cum out of him. Just feeling it filling you up like this was working you up all over again. Harry groaned and moaned through his orgasm, enjoying it for as long as he could. He had no idea if you’d be angry with him when he took your face in again, but he was glad he did it. He needed to do it. He could feel you trying to free up your hands, so he let them go. He was mentally preparing to feel you pushing him off of you in a completely appropriate fit of rage. But instead you just ran your fingers up the back of his neck and gently scratched at the back of his head. You smiled a bit as you felt his body relax and melt against yours before you giggled.
“You’re reckless and stupid for that.” You chastised him before kissing the side of his face and he just smiled.
“I’ll make sure to get a pill to you in the morning.” He mumbled, “Sorry, I just…something came over me.” He muttered.
“It’s alright.” You assured him, “I like it.” You admitted timidly and he smiled.
“Yeah? Sure?”
“Yes.” You reiterated and he smiled.
You just lay in silence for a little bit, recouping from the intense sex you’d just had. You were enjoying his warmth and the weight of him over you as much as possible before he made his swift exit. But his breaths were getting more and more shallow and he was melting against you further and further.
Suddenly he pushed up a bit until his eyes were meeting yours, “I’m sorry for doing that without asking. I should’ve asked.” He said softly, suddenly feeling really bad and guilty for coming inside of you like that. He had never pushed the limit like that before and was worried that you were just downplaying it.
“Yes, you should’ve but I’m not upset that you didn’t. I ummm…I like that quite a bit.” You admitted bashfully, “Though, I’m…surprised you went through with it, but definitely not upset at you for it.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” You confirmed.
“Can I stay?” He asked after a moment of silence and you bit your lip, feeling so hesitant to allow it.
“Why?” You asked.
“I’m fucking tired.” He said and you smiled, “But mostly because…I don’t want to be in the house alone for another night.” He admitted. You gave it a thought for a moment before agreeing.
“Just this once.” You decided and he thanked you with a gentle kiss to your lips before warning you that he was going to pull out.
You two got cleaned up and then back into bed. You had gotten in first and had turned on your side, facing away from him to give him both, space and privacy. Moments later you felt the bed dip and the last thing you expected was for Harry to continue scooting in until his front was flush with your back. But when he tried to drape his arm over your midsection you sat up.
“What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat up as well and you switched on the beside lamp and turned to him.
“What are you doing?” You asked him.
“Nothing, just getting comfortable to sleep.”
“Why do you think I moved all the way over here? To give you space.” You said with a shake of your head.
“Oh, you’re not a cuddler?” He asked.
“Oh no, I can be but we don’t do this kind of thing.” You explained.
“Well what if I want to?” He asked.
“Then maybe you should go sleep in your own house.” You said and he sighed, “It’s not that I don’t want to but…I like you Harry and I don’t want to start to not like you.” You explained and he pouted.
“How do you mean?”
“If we…blur more lines than we already have then things can only get more complicated between us and end badly. I care about you too much to let that happen. It’s why I blocked you and why I stayed away from you this whole time.” You explained.
“You’re right.” He nodded, “I shouldn’t have shown up like this tonight. It was hard, being away from you but I was doing it.”
“Yeah.” You agreed, “So, if you want to stay here tonight, then we stay on our own sides of the bed. And this is the only time it can happen.”
“Okay.” He agreed with ease and you smiled.
“Good.” You concluded and turned to switch off the light while Harry shuffled back over to make more space. Once again, the two of you were shrouded in the dark with more space between the two of you.
“Is this also the last time we sleep together?” He asked into the darkness.
“I think so.” You said with a bit of uncertainty.
And well, Harry was glad you were feeling hesitant about it, you two were quite great together. He could just end his relationship, but he didn’t feel like “the sex could be better” was really a good enough reason. Apart from things being a little bit slow in that department he would say that his relationship was good. He was happy. There was good give and take from both of them. He could see this panning out for the long haul if he really prioritized the relationship. He didn’t feel quite ready to be making those moves though. Maybe that’s why he was still clinging to you. You sparked up a part of him that made his life feel unpredictable and exciting. You were more open and freewheeling. You were just fun, whereas his girlfriend was exactly as she seemed, a calm and sweet spirit. It certainly paired well with the side of him that liked to slow down, the side of him that he wanted to be in tune with after a large world tour. That’s why he’d settled in so easily.
But you…you were something else. Even though he tended to be a little more on the quiet side, when you were around you made him feel just as included as the person who was the extrovert of the group. You connected with the cheeky and mischievous side of him. You made him laugh and feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You were like that first taste of coffee in the morning. The very same one that gave you the feeling that were awake now and made you feel ready to face whatever came at you that day. You were incredibly unforgettable. Since the first time he’d met you, you’d constantly come up in his thoughts. The fact that he was friends with your uncle might’ve aided with that, but only by tiniest bit. The feeling that swirled in his gut and chest the very first time he locked eyes with you last summer, that’s what kept him coming back. Because even to this day, whenever he had the privilege of being in your presence, he’d feel the exact same thing. It’s like when you looked at him everything stopped. There was goodness, authenticity, and mischief in your gaze. He loved to be on the receiving end of your undivided attention. Even now, as he just laid here silently, ruminating and obsessing over all of this, he could feel that you were looking in his direction now and after a few second he felt you turn away.
You turned your head forward again and just stared up at the ceiling and sighed. “Are you upset?” You asked him softly.
“Yes and no.” he responded. You bit your lip as your fingers twitched a bit as you fought from reaching out towards his hand. But after a few seconds you just slid your hand over. When Harry felt your fingers grazing his hand he turned it palm up and let you slide your fingers into the gaps between his.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah, angel.” He whispered back. You two fell silent for a bit before you spoke up again.
“You know, maybe it’s a good thing I’m only your side piece. If I had you to myself I’m afraid we’d never do anything productive again.” You pondered aloud and he snorted out a laugh, causing you to giggle.
“Fucking like bunnies is actually very productive.” He added and you sputtered out a laugh.
“We wouldn’t just fuck! We’d share other hobbies.” You reminded.
“Fellatio and cunnilingus.” He mumbled before you both started sniggering again.
“I was going to say anal play but that too I guess.” You muttered and he chuckled and squeezed your hand a bit.
“Cheeky girl.” He mumbled through his laugh.
You were fighting with all your might not to just roll over and onto him and kiss him. You liked him so fucking much, but this was wrong. You weren’t that kind of girl and he wasn’t that kind of guy. It was crazy how with the right person at your side you could and would do just about anything. You laid there thinking about it all for a few seconds and very quickly concluded that maybe one more time couldn’t hurt.
In just a few moments you were straddling Harry’s lap and leaning down to kiss him. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down into him. You sighed in relief as your lips collided. Your hand was on his jaw, holding him close as you smooched his lips wetly a couple of times before he drew out his tongue and laved over your bottom lip. Your mouths soon started smacking together softly as you French kissed passionately. You could feel his boner growing beneath you and you couldn’t help yourself as you ground down onto him. His hands came down to your ass and squeezed at it, pulling you down onto him a bit harder. You moaned as his rock hard cock rubbed into your clit and you sped up your pace.
“Fuck me.” Harry mumbled his request as he gently spanked your bottom.
“Yeah?” You panted as you slowed down.
“Yeah, get my dick out.” He instructed. You slid down his thigh and tugged his briefs down carefully, allowing his cock to spring right up. He sighed in relief and you suddenly had a need to feel his weight on your tongue. You slid the rest of the way down, parting his legs as you got lower and lower until your mouth was over his cock. You guided him into your mouth, immediately sucking at his tip fervently as he moaned and rubbed over your cheek.
“Take more, angel. Take more.” He urged you. You did so without hesitation, relaxing your jaw and throat as you sunk further down. He was quite the mouthful, so there was no way of doing this neatly. It was sloppy and needy and you were enjoying it as much as he was “Fuck, that’s good, baby.” He groaned, brows creased in pleasure as you started to fondle his balls as well. His abs were starting to tense and his breathing to grow shallow. “Angel, get on me. Please, m’so fucking close.” He begged and you slowly pulled off of him.
You glanced up at him and smiled as you moved back up and knelt over him. You moved your panties to the side and he quickly reached for his cock and held it up for you. You shifted your hips a bit when you felt him up against your labia and in moments you were sinking down onto him slowly. You both moaned in relief before you went a bit further and stopped. You were getting used to his girth before sliding down a little bit more, until finally you were seated on him fully.
“Fuck, it’s so big…” you winced as you bounced over his cock.
“I know, baby, but you take it so well. Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good.” He groaned.
One of his big hands was holding your hips, guiding you up and down, helping you through the motions. His other hand was rubbing your clit in perfectly timed little circles. With his cock prodding right into your sweet spot and his fingers rubbing over your clit, you were quickly reaching your climax. Your skin was covered in goosebumps as you took everything in. The sensations of fucking him, of his hands on your body. The sounds of your ass smacking into his thighs with every bounce over him and your soft grunts and his moans all got you closer and closer to your orgasm. The coil of pleasure that seemed to be winding up inside of you was about to spring free. You were starting to tingle all over, your moans were increasing in pitch the closer and closer you got.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck, I’m coming!” You gasped and he groaned as he felt your walls pulsing erratically around his cock. You started to lose your rhythm as you came all over him.
“Fuck! Fuck, you’re gonna make me come!” He warned as he started to thrust up into you hard to get himself to his orgasm and you all the way through yours. He was hammering into your g-spot and you were once again being pushed to the edge. You moaned his name in gratitude and praise as he fucked you through another orgasm. Harry held your hip with one hand while the other grabbed around your neck gently and tugged you down until you were moaning into his mouth. “Good girl.” He panted and kissed you quickly, “M’gonna come in you.” He panted and you groaned as he held you down hard, “Shit, angel? Know you want me to fuck another load into your perfect, little pussy.” He panted and you nodded, “Ask for it, then.” He said and you whined but parted your lips to speak anyway.
“Please come inside me, daddy! Please!” You implored, “I need t’feel you filling me up, H. Please!”
How could he resist that? He grunted deeply through a handful of thrusts before gabbing your hips hard and holding you down onto his lap as he thrusted up as deep as he could and ground up into your pelvis. You were trembling over him, legs feeling like jell-o as he shot his load deep into you. You could feel the warmth of it filling you up and it was making your brain start to fog. You leaned down and kissed him gently again. His grip on your hips started to loosen up and soon his hands were gently sliding up to your waist and wrapping around you, pulling you down over him as you continued kissing hungrily as you came down from your orgasms. You were both struggling to breathe but neither of you wanted to pull away. Pulling away only meant that this would end and neither of you was quite ready for it to be over. You stayed like that, kissing and cock warming until he completely softened up and started to slip from you.
“Harry, Harry!” You giggled against his lips, “I need to clean up before I get your cum all over my sheets.” You warned and he groaned and kissed you once more.
“Alright, go on.” He said lowly, voice deep and gravely due to how late it was. You tightened up as you knelt up and scurried to the bathroom. You sat on the toilet and let his cum leak out of you before letting yourself pee. You were just sliding your panties back on when Harry peaked in. “May I?”
“Yeah.” You nodded and moved to wash your hands.
“M’gonna steal a few wipes.” He said and you nodded.
“Yeah, whatever you need.” You assured and hurried out to just check you hadn’t stained the bed. Thankfully you hadn’t and just as you were about to turn out the lights Harry emerged from the bathroom. He hurried back and settled in and then you turned off the lights. You both got comfortable again, only this time you were resting shoulder to shoulder, not minding the proximity. You fell quiet for a bit until Harry cleared his throat.
“Are you going to go out with that guy from Amante?” He asked and you sighed.
“I think so…it’d be a good distraction.” You mumbled tiredly.
“Yeah, maybe.” He responded. “If it pans out, maybe we can all go on a double date.” He joked and you snorted and reached over to smack his tummy gently as he chuckled.
“That’d be so fucked up.” You chuckled.
“I know it might be weird, but can we still be friends?” He asked,
“We’re always friends.”
“Then don’t block me this time.” He said and you smiled.
“Then don’t call me when you’re bored and horny.” You quipped back and he chuckled.
“Deal.” He hummed and you nudged your shoulder into his playfully and he nudged you back. You guys talked about random things until you dozed off side by side.
When you woke up the next morning, already later in the morning, you were alone but Harry had left a morning after pill on your bedside table with a glass of water, just as he’d promised.
….A Few Months Later….
It’d been a while since you’d crossed paths with Harry. He’d been out of the country doing his things, visiting his girlfriend, and friends in other places, attending the MET…really just carrying on as normal. But him being out of the country provided you the opportunity to start to go out with others as you intended. Not that you couldn’t do those things with him in the country, but knowing that he was off and with his girlfriend gallivanting around the globe made the fact clear that whatever you two had was definitely over.
You’d gone out with Eric, the guy you met at the bar at Amante’s, twice. And while he was fun to talk to, it just wasn’t that strong of a romantic connection. He was nice and smart and very respectful, but he was looking for something that would turn serious quickly. You learned he had two kids and was divorced due to irreconcilable differences and he hoped that the person he dated could also bond with his children. You weren’t ready to have anything to do with children, especially in the capacity of a caregiver, and because of that things didn’t pan out.
You were doing well enough for anyone in your position though. You sort of threw yourself into your work for a bit, which had paid off for you since you’d been very busy. You were relieved that things seemed to be taking off for Harry, it made you feel like maybe he was working everything out with his girlfriend. Or perhaps he was just accepting the fact that if he wanted a future with her that he’d have to compromise on some things. And that’s where you differed from him.
You knew what you brought to the table and you also knew what you wanted. You didn’t think you were unreasonable in what you wanted from a partner, but your slim pickings made you think otherwise at times. You weren’t afraid of being alone, you had been alone for most of your life, save for a couple unsuccessful romantic relationships. Your companionship needs were mostly met through the close relationships you had with your friends. And when you had other physical needs that you couldn’t meet yourself, well you hooked up. It worked for you, you were still happy and quite frankly weren’t in a rush, you just wanted to enjoy your life and your youth. And if a like-minded partner came along, then great! But that didn’t mean that other people believed that you were happy with your current life path. So, when you had family things to attend you always sought out a date.
“If anyone asks you how long we’ve been together say we met a couple months ago.” You instructed as you came to a stop behind the small queue of cars outside of your uncle Rob’s home.
“Got it.” Joe, your date for the night, chuckled.
“Also, there might be a lot of famous people here so just try and be as collected as possible. Most of them are super fucking nice, but they just get weird if you start talking about their work.” You added and he nodded.
“Got it.” He confirmed. Soon enough you were getting out of the car and leaving it with the valet and you guided Joe to the side gate where everyone was entering.
It was your aunt’s birthday and she was having a big party. There wasn’t much decor apart from flowers and balloons but there were tables placed throughout the back lawn where everyone was eating from the couple of food trucks that were hired to cater. There was also a live band and the in-ground pool had been covered and turned into a dance floor. You immediately recognized a couple of people as you made it inside and greeted them with warmth and affection before introducing Joe. Of course he was bombarded with questions and you had told him before to just make things up and you’d play along. Based on what he was saying now, you two had met when you both rushed into a cab on a rainy night in the spring. He was animatedly telling the story and his audience of two were extremely captivated by his story, looking at him with adoration at his romantic tale.
You were giggling quietly, surveying the tables and queue formed at the bar to scope out your parents when suddenly your eyes locked on Harry’s. He smiled slightly at you and you returned his friendly gesture. It wasn’t hard to miss the girlfriend he had his arm draped over. You watched in amusement as clearly, the person they were talking to had directed a question at him, but he was too busy staring at you. You saw her slightly turn back to him and grab his attention. He was just a little flustered and shook it off with a little laugh as he turned back to the conversation. You smirked and right before you turned your attention back to Joe, she turned in your direction and almost immediately locked gazes with you. You offered a smile and while she returned a rather stiff smile, you didn’t miss the way she quickly eyed you up and down before turning her attention back to the other guest.
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Obviously, a lot of people wanted a moment of his time at this party, so it had been nearly half an hour before he had been able to go up and grab some food at the Indian food truck. He was just waiting off to the side, discretely scanning the crowd, hoping to spot you again, when his girlfriend grabbed his attention.
“H?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Who was that girl from before?”
“What girl?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Of course, he was playing dumb, trying to make light of it to pull away any suspicion or probing. He hadn’t spoken to you in months! Whatever sporadic flings you had in the past had stayed there. However, seeing you again had him feeling on his toes. He had hoped you’d be here tonight, if only just to get a look at you. Seeing you on social media was fine, but nothing beat having you there in the flesh. Getting to see what you wore, how you’d done your hair and make up, getting to hear your voice, and then letting all those things influence his wild and incredibly vivid imagination was something he had been looking forward to.
“The one that distracted you when we were talking to Ralph.” She reminded.
“Oh, her?” He chuckled, “That’s Rob’s niece, we’re friends. I’m sure you’ve met her before.”
“I don’t think so…I’ve seen her around though.”
“You didn’t meet her at the Reggio show, last year?”
“Nope, was never introduced.”
“Oh well, if we spot her again we can say hello.” He smiled and she nodded before biting on her lip for a moment as she glanced around, trying to find you in the crowd again.
Finally, she spotted you and just stared for a little bit. She saw how you seemed to know everyone and how you just seemed to light up the conversations of the people you were engaging with. Even the man on your arm was captivated. She was a little more on the shy side, especially since she didn’t know a lot of people here. And she couldn’t help but feel a little put off the more she observed you from afar. It seemed that you were completely over the top, possibly an ass-kisser. Just another one of those opportunistic nepo industry plants, greasing the wheels at any opportunity you’d get and this was the perfect place to do that. She hoped that your paths wouldn’t cross tonight, she wasn’t in the mood to feign interest in someone who could possibly be using Harry to get her foot in the door.
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The night had been unexpectedly fun for you, Joe was a hoot. And although you’d been planning on just dropping him off at home at the end of the night, the way he was handling all of these people had you seriously considering spending the night with him. You’d run into a lot of people you hadn’t seen in a long while, caught up with your parents and other family members, and introduced them to Joe. You’d danced, shared some food with him, and on top of that, you had been actively avoiding a run in with Harry and his girlfriend like it was your life’s mission. You hadn’t run into him yet, so you drank a little more, let loose, and right as you settled into that lovely, carefree, and vulnerable place in the bosom of your buzz you spotted him coming through the crowd. Once again your eyes locked and his smile brightened.
“Y/N!” He called out to you and you smiled and raised your hand from around Joe’s shoulder to wave at him. You saw him pulling his girlfriend along behind him as he approached.
“Harry! Hi!” You greeted with excitement and started to stand. Now that you had a good dosage of alcohol in your system you were less nervous about seeing him. But as the pair got closer you noticed a slight jerk of his arm and realized that he was trying release his hand from hers but she wasn’t letting him go. But after another tug he was free and hurrying ahead and then his body collided with yours in a tight hug.
“It’s good to see you.” He hummed as he swayed your bodies a little bit for a few seconds. Your hand rubbed at his back, right between his shoulder blades a couple of times before you started to pull back. He wasn’t letting go though.
“H, let go.” You whispered discretely and he immediately loosened his grip before he twirled around to grab his girlfriend’s hand again and you turned to see Joe already standing.
“Love, this is my friend, Y/N.” Harry introduced you to her as soon as you turned around again.
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You greeted her with a smile and extended hand. She returned the pleasantry and you proceeded to introduce Joe, “This Joe, my date.” You shared with them and Harry was quick to reach his hand out and greet him. When Joe then turned his attention to Harry’s girlfriend, you saw Harry size him up a bit and you smiled.
“-do you guys want to sit?” Is what you heard Joe ask and Harry immediately accepted and you saw his girlfriend’s face fall a bit before she put on a smile and sat as Harry pulled a chair out for her.
It was all small talk at first, but his girlfriend soon saw that you weren’t being fake. Even as you talked about the most mundane things, you were positive and funny and engaging. It genuinely got under her skin that she was wrong about you, but you were just fun and good at being outgoing. It kind of made her blood boil because you weren’t even dressed all flashy to get attention, it just came to you from everyone, including Harry. She was more than relieved though when Harry asked how it was that you and Joe met. Joe turned to you and you just smiled and nodded, allowing him to take over and share that. She just didn’t want to hear your voice anymore, it was pissing her off.
So when Joe went off on his story-telling tangent about how you’d met at a cat adoption fair and were fighting for the same one, she just focused on that. Meanwhile, Harry stole a quick glance at you because he knew it was absolute bullshit. You really disliked cats, something to do with there only being room for one sassy ass-hole in your household.
“-and in the end I got the cat and the girl so…win, win.” He smirked at you as he finished his story and you giggled.
“Lucky you.” You hummed with adoration in your gaze.
Despite all of that bullshit, the way you were looking into Joe’s eyes was as real as it got. Harry couldn’t help but feel his insides knotting up with jealously as he felt the tension between the two of you and saw that there was sufficient attraction there. His girlfriend didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched for a few seconds before he reached for his drink.
“So what did you say you did for work?” His girlfriend asked you.
“Oh, I dabble in several things in the music industry, just kind of float about.” You gave her the short answer. It was the truth, you did a lot of things! You were a studio musician, you engineered, you composed, you assisted production and when you went off on that in specifics you found that you had to explain a lot and you were a little too buzzed for that right now so you kept it very surface level.
“Mmm…I’m sure your uncle can help you get on your feet and connect with the right people to develop your skills if you’re still, you know trying to figure out what you're good at or find something more…established.” She said with a polite smile, but her tone and the look in her eyes made you read between the lines. You were about to respond and just agree with the evidently irritated woman before you when Harry turned to her.
“Actually, Y/N is a very accomplished musician by her own right.” Harry cut in and when she turned to him you just shook your head, asking him not to engage or jump in to try and defend you. You were used to these kinds of comments by now, but he ignored your cue. “She plays like five different instruments and often plays in and edits for film scores. Weren’t you the second chair cellist in the philharmonic orchestra right out of college?” He asked and you just smiled politely.
“That was a long time ago.” You added, trying to make him get the hint to stop. “She’s right though, I’ve been more interested in the composition and production side of things lately, so my uncle has introduced me to a few colleagues to help me learn the more practical side of that. Having a degree in it can only get you so far.”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t like give you jobs just because you're his niece.” Harry said, cutting straight to the point of what his girlfriend had been suggesting.
“Well, no, I certainly need to earn those by my own merits.” You chuckled, “But I mean, like anything in the entertainment industry, it’s nearly impossible to get into without some sort of internal connections.” You confirmed what she'd alluded to with a smile.
“Or without having the potential to be an absolute legend.” Joe added as he gestured towards Harry, who chuckled and glanced down at his hands on the table with a modest shake of his head.
“Exactly. Whatever you have is so special. It’s brilliant that you’re modest about it, because truly some people aren’t.” You added, “But I mean, we all know you’re one in a million, H.” You chuckled and he glanced up at you.
“Well, thank you for thinking that.” He said bashfully and you smiled.
“Of course.” You smiled.
After that, things got a little awkward with his girlfriend. So you tried to talk about her and what she had going on but she seemed to be quite shut down and the topic shifted to Joe and what he did. He was a sociology professor at the University of West London, so he had a lot to say if you guys kept talking about him. However, it wasn’t hard to miss that she was clearly upset at Harry. She even seemed annoyed when he draped his jacket over her shoulders as a cool breeze started to blow around you all. Just as things started to get unbearably weird the music stopped.
“Everyone, if we can gather on the dance floor, we’re going to sing “Happy Birthday” in just a few moments!” Your uncle announced. You were so grateful for this divinely timed interruption.
“Yay! Time for cake!” You said with excitement and shot out of your seat. Harry and his girlfriend stood as well and he watched as Joe chuckled at you and shrugged off his own jacket. He quietly asked if you were cold, “I’m alright, quite warm from the alcohol.” You assured him, so he just draped it over the chair.
You two waited for Harry and his girlfriend before making your way over to the dance floor with everyone else. It started to fill up and before long you all started to sing along to the band playing the “Happy Birthday” tune. You and Harry were standing beside each other and in your state, you were having a hard time ignoring your desire to nestle into his side and inhale his cologne. He looked so fucking good. Yes, Joe was a proper hottie, but Harry was Harry. You were drawn to him and he to you, you were magnetic.
You were starting to realize that it didn’t matter how much time or distance you two let pass by, you were drawn to each other. And when you saw each other again you had to be near him and you loved that it felt like no time had passed at all. Your connection transcended time and distance and that terrified you, because you were starting to realize that if he wanted to string you along as his side piece for the rest of his life, it could very well happen. It didn’t matter that it was wrong to everyone else because it didn’t feel that way to you or to him.
And just as the band played the final note with a colorful flare, your aunt laughed happily and blew out the candles and everyone’s cheering was interrupted by surprised gasps as some fireworks erupted in the sky. You smiled brightly as you looked up at the beautiful colors painting the night sky. And in the midst of your awe at the scene before you, you felt hisHarry's finger grazing your own and the air suddenly left your lungs. You felt your mouth dry up nervously and you swallowed thickly before extending your pinky out to graze against his own. You saw him smile from your peripherals as he locked your fingers together. Such a small gesture had your mind blurring and your body tingling with excitement and relief.
Shortly after the fireworks and some cake, people started to head out. You made sure to take Joe around to say goodbye to your family before they all left. They were all very happy to meet him and made it clear that they hoped to see him again soon. He nodded along but knew better than that. Regardless of reality, he was so sweet and acknowledged their kind wishes. He had really done an amazing job being your date and you were intent on repaying him all of the effort he had put in for you tonight.
“Ready to go?” He asked and you nodded.
“I just need to use the bathroom. Do you?”
“No, I’m good.” He assured you.
“Okay, I’m gonna try and sneak into a bathroom upstairs and then find my aunt to give her, her present. Can you grab the car from the valet? I’ll meet you there.”
“Yeah, of course.” He smiled and you thanked him and then dug the little ticket out of your purse before handing it over.
“Alright, I’ll meet you out there. I won’t be long!” You assured and hurried off.
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Harry kept a close eye on you after the crowd dispersed after the fireworks. He was itching to be near you again. Especially since his girlfriend was no longer in a good mood. He wasn’t nearly as preoccupied about that though. He would certainly hear it all tomorrow when she'd let it simmer inside long enough that it just had to come out.
"I need to go to the bathroom before we go." she said.
"Okay, that's fine there's the line." he said nodding towards it, "I need to talk to Rob about something before we go." he fibbed and she hummed and glanced at the remaining guests. She hadn't said anything as she scanned the area, she was looking for you. Luckily for him, he'd seen you head into the house. "Look, s'getting longer." he said, refocusing her attention back on the line and she huffed.
"Damn it."
"Just go. I'll come find you when I'm done." he assured and she walked off. And he rushed through the crowd to get inside before she saw where he went.
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You were going to be quick about this since you’d left Joe to get in line for your car. As you washed your hands you gave yourself a quick look over and were pleased that your makeup was still intact and that you were still satisfied with the casual, black dress you’d chosen to wear. You then reached for the hand towel to dry your hands off and as you opened up the door you gasped in fright, not expecting to see Harry standing there in the dark hallway. He wordlessly pushed you and himself back inside before closing the door and looking right into your eyes.
“What’re you doing here?! If she finds out that you’re-”
“I don’t want to think about her right now.” He shook his head, rejecting the topic you were trying to bring up. You were suddenly struggling to breathe as his hands came up to hold your face tenderly, “I’m so happy you’re here.” He whispered, “You look so pretty.”
“You look good too.” You returned the compliment.
“Yeah?” He asked softly and you smiled and nodded, “Didn’t shave because I hoped I’d see you here. Know you like it when I grow out m’facial hair.” He hummed softly and you smiled in endearment.
“Are you just gonna stare or are you planning on kissing me at some point?” You questioned with a smirk and he grinned as he leaned in.
Your kiss was a little unsuccessful at first, given that you were giggling and smiling like fools. But as soon as your teeth dug into his bottom lip he groaned and grabbed your hips before pushing you up against the door. Your lips met with urgency and you kissed ardently as his hips kept your body pinned to the door. One of his hands slid up the back of your dress and smoothed over your bottom. You were wearing a thong because of the sleek look of the dress, but you were glad that it was beneficial for this too. His other hand squeezed over your right breast before he started to fondle it as you held him close by the belt loops. He had just started rutting against your front when your phone started to ring in your purse.
“Just ignore it.” He mumbled.
“Can’t.” You said and he huffed before kissing your chin and then working his way up your jaw and to your ear lobe as you blindly grabbed the phone out of your bag. You saw Joe’s name on the screen and answered it.
“Hello?” You spoke quietly as Harry moved down to your neck.
“Hey, there’s one person ahead of me.” He informed and you held in a whimper as Harry started to suck right where your jaw and neck met.
“O-okay. Just looking for my aunt to give her the card I got her.” You fibbed.
“Okay, if they come before you get here I’ll wait right outside the gate.”
“Alright, I’ll be there soon.” You assured and hung up quickly without letting him say another thing. You hissed as Harry sucked a bit harder, doing his best to leave his mark on your skin. “H-how am I gonna explain this? I was trying to get laid tonight.” You mumbled and he chuckled as he pulled away and kissed his way back up to your lips.
“You could still get laid.” He said with a smug grin as he hovered directly over you. His words were practically traced against your lips, it was making you dizzy.
“I think a fresh love bite from another man might be a bit off putting.” You replied with snark and he smirked.
“Then maybe you should get fucked by the person who marked you.” He suggested and you chuckled and sighed, “Please, angel. Just one more time.”
“Go fuck your girlfriend.” You suggested playfully and his smile faded and he shook his head.
“I don’t want her.” He responded as his eyes met yours with sincerity and clarity.
Hearing him say that filled you with a bit of arrogance but more than that, there was relief. Relief that maybe, he was as down bad for you as you were for him. You tiptoed and then grabbed his jaw before leaning in to kiss him deeply before pulling back.
“Find a way to sneak out and come over. I’ll leave a spare key taped to the inside of the little slot for the post.” You said and he bit his lip to try and diminish the size of his smile.
“Okay. I’ll text when I leave mine. Might be late.”
“S’alright. I’ll wait for you.” You assured him as you looked deep into his beautiful, jade eyes.
Something about the way you were saying it told him that you meant that in a way more complex than just plotting for a hook up. His gaze softened and he leaned in and kissed you delicately.
“Will you really?” He asked and you nodded, “Then say it again.” He whispered.
“I’ll wait for you, Harry.” You mumbled against his kiss-swollen lips and he kissed you deeply once more before slipping out of the bathroom quickly.
You sighed and proceeded to lick over your lips. You could still slightly taste his minty lip balm smeared against them. You were smiling at yourself in the mirror, already feeling a little stupid for being so weak when it came to Harry as you shook your head and smirked before rolling your eyes.
“The things I do for love…”
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Backstage Business
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Coming off of the stage, he knew he was a mess.
He couldn’t necessarily help it either. Being on stage, preforming? It was his thing. There was a variety of things that he felt. The loud music rocking in his ears, sweat dripping down his bare chest. The bubble of excitment in his stomach, knowing everyone in the room was there for him. Had travelled miles, some flew in for his shows and spent money because they adored him. Harry loved being adored.
Mostly though? It was the adrenaline that got him in the most trouble. The energy that would power him through the bounding around the long stage and the excursion of his voice. It took a lot out of him, but he loved it. However, the adrenaline went all over his body. He could feel it in the dizziness of his head, the chills that went over his skin, and more than anything else?
His cock.
Y/N always loved to see her lover preform. But from the first time they’d been properly together she realized that she was in for it when she did get to come and see it. Seeing as Harry was a sex pest on stage, grinding his hips against the microphone stands, rolling his hips, thrusting himself in the air, she wasn’t necessarily surprised more than she was impressed.
Off stage, the first thing he did was grab her hand and tug her towards the dressing room. He had a strict rule for everyone to not bother him 20 minutes after a show ended, and the hard cock thrusting into her sopping wet cunt was the reason why. When he was alone, he’d take care of it in the shower. But y/N was thankfully here and ready to be the vessel to take all of his pent up energy.
“Oh my fucking god.” She whimpered into his chest, hands holding the sweat damp locks as he fucked into her cunt. He held her tightly against the wall, one hand holding her thigh up against the man’s waist while the other gripped her hip to keep her still. The bite of his cool metal rings into her skin made her shiver.
Harry had barely given her a minute. Shoving her in and locking the door, his fringe vest thrown off and her skirt lifted up enough that he could thrust into her. The hot cunt was a welcome relief to his throbbing cock, the sigh of relief filling the air as he began to work.
“M’sorry… needed… need it.” He hissed through his teeth, leaning in and kissing her once her head lifted. Her cunt had been soaked watching him perform as it always was, and Harry knew by now that Y/N loved when he got needy for her.
“S’okay… fuck… y’did so good, H.” She cooed, head falling back in to the cool wall as her body jolted. His cock was steadily thrusting into her, the swollen lips spreading with each fuck. Harry was eager and she could feel it in the way his movements weren’t as controlled as normal. He loved her praise.
“I did?” He purred. “Did good? You love it?” He dug for the compliment, panting as he pressed his forehead against hers and moved into her faster.
“Uh-huh. So fucking good, Harry. Baby’s so talented… so lovely. Look so good on that s-stage.” She stuttered, hand gripping his shoulder for stability. He was giving it to her so damn good.
“Felt so good.” He grunted. “Missed it. Missed playing up there… missed this.” He was being specific about their after show sex. Something so good and fun for their sex life, the way it managed to get both of them worked up. He was almost trained to get hard as soon as he saw her in the audience, knowing Damn well what was happening when he got offstage.
“I did too…” she yelped when he got at the spot he had been searching for, mouth falling open as his cock pistoned into the soaked cunt. Her hole clenching around him, desperate to keep him just liked that. There was nothing he loved more than when her pussy managed to suck him back in, just like this.
“Yes, yes… did so good, and now m’gonna fuck you so good.” He rambled, nipping at her jaw as he pulled her up and into him. The change immediately had her squealing, breathing heavy.
“Yes! Like that- there. There, Harry.” She growled, tightening her hold on his hair- which sent him spiraling. His cock pounding into her welcoming pussy over and over again, the slick, sloppy sound of how wet she was filling the room along with his grunts and her broken whimpers, he knew anyone who walked by would know exactly what they were doing. He just didn’t care. Let them know he was giving it to her good. He’d never apologize for that.
“More, more.” She repeated, dripping against him. His cock was soaked and slippery, and the urging was what he really needed. Lifting her leg higher, though, was what really had them going undone. “Oh fu- m’cumming.”
The angle had it perfect for her, her body shaking slightly as his cock got the perfect spot and hit it over and over again. Her beautiful reaction had him urged on to go faster, feeling her cum all over his cock. Gushing around him, nails digging into his skin and the harsh yank of his hair that sent him into his own explosive bliss .
He let out a feral growl, biting down on her neck as he thrust hard into her, working her through her orgasm as his own shot through his body. The electricity washing over his body as she shivered and clung to him, his arm wrapping around her to keep her upright as he began to let go.
The hot cum shooting into her and coating her walls with the white liquid had her letting out a sob against him. The bite, his grip, the pure heat of it as she could feel his cum start to drip out from where they were connected… it was delicious. Her head fuzzy with pleasure and their bodies sticky with sweat, she found this to be her happiness. It had been far too long since they’d done this.
You never know what you have until you go 2 years without it.
Harry kissed over the bite mark, cooing as he realized he did it a bit hard and nuzzled into her neck. His own legs felt weak but he refused to let her fall, taking a moment as he felt her cunt milking his cock for every drop of cum. As it should. He hated using condoms with her and rarely ever needed to, but this was a mutual thing.
“Fuck me.” She giggled, gently stroking her hand through his hair. Tenderly this thing instead of the yank that had brought stars to his eyes. “Another stellar performance from my rock star.”
“Already did.” He slurred against her sticky skin, pressing his kisses all over before he mustered up the strength to pull his head out of her neck. Their lips connected for a loving kiss, gentle but passion laced as they smile came on his face. His cheeks were flushed but felt hotter from her good review.
The after effects of orgasm washed through him, the tiredness and contentment. The adrenaline had been channeled into something far more useful than his old habit of treadmills.
“Fuck, I needed that.”
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“Move”
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The evening was hot and muggy, the hair that you had spent hours on earlier today when Harry announced that he wanted to go on a date that evening starting to stick to your now sweaty neck, regret filling your mind about how long it took, and how it will probably go up in some sort of hair tie pretty soon. Trying to find relief you tilted your head backwards and let the strands dangle to the middle of your back, swaying your head back and forth gently to let any type of air in the thick humidity hit the back of your neck. Your eyes slid closed for a minute when air hit your neck, shivers running up your spine. For a minute you thought it was pure luck, like the heavens were listening, but a split-second later you realized you knew where this stream of air was coming from. Your eyes opened halfway and you looked to your right, to the source of the air, and they landed on a set of perfect raspberry red lips, wet from the drink he was sipping on in a shape of an O.
“You don’t happen to have a hair tie, do you?” you groaned and bit your lip, glancing at the top of his head that was still adoring his Dunkirk hair, the shaved bits were now growing back into his beautiful curls. They were not long enough for him to pile any sort of tiny bun on his head, but you still had hope. For a month or two after he chopped it off for charity and it was buzzed for the movie, there was still a hair tie lingering in his pocket or on his wrist out of pure instinct and familiarity. It took him another two months to figure out that he wouldn’t need one, finally ditching them. You thought that maybe if he was growing it back, the hair ties would come back.
He glanced at his wrist, brows pulled together as his arm twisted around and he pouted out, shoving his hand in one pocket, then the other one. He looked at you with sorrow in his face, grabbing at your locks and wrapping them in a circle between his index and thumb finger. Leaning in he blew another stream of air on your neck, the pressure of the wind getting closer until you felt his lips on your skin.
“Think you look gorgeous”, his nose skimmed the side of your neck, letting your hair fall back down and his hand snaked over the back of your neck. It was cold from him holding his drink and you let out an approving sigh, your head lulling back in search for more. He was still planting wet kisses on your neck and rubbed his thumb on your skin, one more sweet kiss before he pulled away.
“Ugh” you grumbled and dipped into your small purse, in search of any relief, a rubber band would do right now. You wouldn’t care if it pulled at your roots or broke it, you were about to ask the waitress at the bar for a knife to cut it all off. Taking a deep breath in when you closed your purse, you moved your huge mane of hair to one side of your shoulder, letting it cascade down the front of your chest.
“Sorry, love”, his hand moved down the center of your back, rubbing circles on your spine, “all the more reason for me to grow mine back”, his smile was halfway on his face, sipping at his ‘Old Jamaican’ drink he was so insistent on, because “We always have rum and coke, love. We are in Jamaica, we are trying something new, right?”
“Can think of another reason why”, you smirked and took a small sip from your drink, knowing he was thinking about it when his hand paused for a minute on your back.
“The first night I had this you told me it was easier to pull on”, he smirked and took another sip, his lips curling over his teeth as he swallowed, “less tangles for you to get stuck in when I’m eatin’ you” he said so blasé and monotone you wanted to ignore the tingle between your legs, but he had this power over you. Of course you two were best friends and did basically everything together, and he turned you on as much as you made him crazy, but he was just talking right now, and you should not be pressing your thighs together. There was nothing sexual in his tone but the way he lookedright now – all tanned from being on the beach and doing nothing else all week, and smelling like coconut, alcohol and him – it was driving you into thoughts you should not be having.
Before you could say anything, the club that Damian Marley was playing at started to fill drastically, people packing in all around you and you were both stuck in the middle, dirty thoughts subsided when you started chatting with a woman next to you. She was nice, and charming, and you thought nothing more than a sweet stranger until she took a couple of glances up at Harry. Her eyes sparkled and flickered back down to you, as if you didn’t see it. Your jealousy shouldn’t be spiked but you’ve had a drink now and you were ready to throw punches if needed.
“Harry, love”, you turned to him after pausing your conversation with the stranger, rubbing your hands up the thin fabric of his sleeveless baggy shirt. Glancing up at him you made yourself known to the woman behind you when you kissed his jaw, rubbing your hand over his stomach.
“Mmmm?” he moaned in approval at your lips touching his face, half lidded eyes peering down at you.
“Can you get me another drink?” you held up your now empty glass (you gulped it down after a jealous conversation) , peering up at him.
“Course”, he kissed your temple and took your empty glass, “don’t go far”, he turned on his heel and nodded to the woman next to you, swiftly moving towards the bar between people. It was like he was Moses parting the red sea; people just parted for him like he wasn’t asking.
The crowd started to move in a bit more, you turned to look over your shoulder to find Harry because the ‘holding his place’ thing was getting a bit too much since people were starting to give you the side eye. But you found Harry’s eyes quickly and he smiled just a bit at you, holding the drinks steady in his hands. Again, he wasn’t even asking but people just seemed to move for him without the slightest bit of anger.
“Here ya go, pretty lady”, he handed you your drink held up his, and you joined him in a friendly ‘cheers’ clink of your glasses. The both of you took a sip and smiled at each other, your hand running through his hair.
“You look so handsome”, you said over your glass.
“Shush”, he grabbed your wrist and held a kiss to the bottom of your palm, the woman who was behind you must have been eyeballing him because he glanced her way, then back down at you, smirking – a laugh coming from his nose and hitting your skin.
“Don’t think your new friend likes us very much”, he let go of your wrist and your hand traveled down his toned chest, resting on his navel.
“You look so fuckin’ beautiful”, his eyes traveled from your head slowly, scanning your neck that he’s left so many love bites on, the shoulders he bites and massages, your chest, stopping at your breasts and he bit his lip.
“Perv” you stifled out a laugh and turned towards the stage, but his eyes were still burning into you. He reached your ass and then – what was that?
His eyes searched through the slit of your dress, just to look at that again. What was that? Was it a tattoo? A gold tattoo? Of a … sparrow? On your thigh? He needed to see this. Needed to see a bit of territory that was his now marked with something that piqued his interest. When did she put this on, and was it there for him to find it?
He started to reach down with his fingers when the lights turned all the way off; the only lights that turned back on were on the stage. People started to cheer and so did you, your hands cupping your mouth when you let out an approving and excited squeal.
He wanted nothing more than to watch you now, watch you sing along and dance, and to hold you in front of him when a slow song came on. He wanted to enjoy this concert because it was a fucking Marley and this was once in a lifetime, but he was not forgetting the flash of gold on your thigh that caught his eye. He was going to enjoy this concert and the fact that he was not known at all here in Jamaica, and how good of a time you two were having on vacation. Taking a sip of his drink he followed you with your approving yells when Damian came out, followed by a few other people. The concert started and he was distracted, but not enough to look for this hidden gem later on.
Four songs in and the entire venue was filled with people, traces of lingering cannabis smoke which made you a bit dizzy when mixed with your already intoxicated self, Damian on stage going between songs and just straight up jamming with the band like right now, where it was so packed that you were forced to stand in front of Harry. His hands had snaked down to your waist as to hold on to you if you were to walk away he wouldn’t lose you, but you have no idea where you would go in this atmosphere, and you didn’t want to go anywhere. Your head lulled back onto his chest during a particularly slower song, his hands wrapping their way around your sweaty stomach, pressing a kiss to your neck.
“Harry”, you reached up and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, sweat covering your palm as you rubbed the smooth skin.
“Sweetheart”, he kissed up your neck, little nibbles and licks here and there.
“Love you”, you reminded him, and even though it was a drunk thought, it was a real thought. And he knew that.
“Someone’s having a good time”, he hummed and smiled against your skin, pulling your sweaty back to his chest. He swayed with you for a while and you kept your hand on his neck, the two of you safely intertwined into the music, and each other. It was something you never wanted to get sick of, and somewhere you always wanted to be. No matter how hot and sweaty you were, or how your makeup was probably dripping and your hair a frizz ball, he was enamored still, and that made you fall even harder for him. You had to face him, you had to kiss his lips, and let him know how much you really, really, felt about him.
Turning around your eyes met his, his lids at half mass under his glossy and slightly red eyes which brought out the green even harder. He studied your face for a minute and bit his lip in curiosity as you played with the sweaty pieces of hair on the back of his neck. You wanted to drink him in, to soak up this moment – the moment you knew you really truly realized you had handed over your heart to him.
“S’matter”, he slurred out of those beautifully wet red lips, one eyebrow shot up out of curiosity.
“Just… love you”, you brushed the top of his sweaty head, “probably forever”, and before he could have a chance to respond, and before you could look into his eyes for a response of any kind, your lips sank onto his. He accepted quickly, his hands snaking into the soaking locks until he was able to grip the back of your head, a handful of hair wound through his fist lightly, tugging gently. He had better leverage this way, and he was able to explore more skin
His lips parted from yours and he inhaled, attacking your jugular and kissing sweetly down your neck.
“So much”, he slurred under his drunkenly high state, “love you”, he said it backwards, but you knew he meant it.
It felt like hours that the two of you were embracing this long. You were quite literally shoulder to shoulder with seven or eight other people who were just as into their own thing as you were. No one was paying attention to anyone, the vibe was so relaxed, so raw, and under these lights, in this heat, with these vibes – it was also unmistakably sexy.
The band started to pick up from the random jam, a small beat coming through. It was slow at first, but when Damian started to chant something about his father, you were woken from your trance. You hadn’t noticed that you were now gripping onto Harry like your life absolutely depended on it, your cheek pressed up against his chest so hard that you probably caused a red mark to form. You blinked a bit and licked your lips, wiggling a bit.
You also hadn’t noticed that Harry’s hands had got considerably closer to your bum, the heat from the evening sticking his palms on your dress. You didn’t notice that he was fiddling with the fabric on your dress, and you reallydidn’t notice that he was holding you steady – with one leg between your legs. You felt your entire body get hot when you came to your senses and could feel everything again. You could smell him, his sweat mixed with him and his cologne, along with the vibrations of his chest when he hummed along.
The overwhelming sense of the button on his jeans was rubbing dangerously close to your slick core, his thigh pressing just slightly up in-between your legs every other time his soft sways leaned all of his weight on one leg. Trembling, you realized you needed more. Your hands traveled from his neck down to his back, until it rested on his lower back.
He stilled when your fingers pressed into the back of his jeans, pulling him closer into your chest. Wordless, you glanced up at him and he looked down at you like it was in slow motion. Lifting your leg, you watched his eyes and he inhaled through his teeth when you properly mounted yourself flush on the thick of his thigh muscle, pressing down a bit.
Just then you heard what was going on behind you. The band was playing a melody that egged you on even farther. It was reggae but it was in true Damian form with a harder rock undertone, the bass driving you both insane. You sat up against him and he pulled you up by the waist, his hand around your thigh, thumb rubbing on the gold sparrow he had found earlier. It was sweaty and falling off a bit from his contact, but he was still very intrigued.
“Did you want me to find this, little one? Wearing one of my tattoos on your thigh so daddy could find it?” he growled into your ear and the moment he said ‘daddy’, you knew, for a fact, you were fucked.
“Want you to fuck it off of me”, you said unto his ear and he only shifted harder forward, guiding your hips so that you were bucking into a rhythm onto his thigh, whimpers leaving your mouth as your clit rubbed against his thigh bone. His hand snaked around the back of your head and he pulled again, this time a little harder, exposing your neck to him. One arm was gripping your thigh, the other on your head as he pulled you closer, attaching his lips to your neck.
“Want everyone to see you fuckin’ my thigh? Hmmm? Dirty girl you are…” he groaned when your other leg brushed against his length as you rubbed up again, pressing your core so hard onto his leg it was almost painful, “get wha’ you need, little one… then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’ be able to move”, he challenged, biting the bottom of your ear.
“Harry… oh god”, you gasped out and he held your head back, his lips removed from your skin.
“Wanna watch you cum all over my leg”, he bit his bottom lip and peered down at you, watching you rock back and forth, not sure if the moisture that already formed was from his sweat or from your own desires – but the thought of the smell of sex in the air with people in such close proximity made you climb to your high quickly, a whimper and a squeal leaving your lips. He kissed you then, deep and passionate, wrapping the other arm around you, biting your lip as he pulled away, taking it with him.
“Not too loud, kitten”, he pressed, “don’t want to get caught, do you?” his thumb brushed up against your bottom lip and you shook your head no. He was still gripping the back of your head and your hands pressed against his hard chest, digging into the fabric that covered his flesh when you felt yourself shake.
“Ride me harder”, he pulled you close and kissed your jaw, his other hand flush on your ass, now.
“Harry!” you squealed breathlessly when he pressed his thigh up harder onto you, your slow and rhythmic grinding became static and short, fistfuls of his shirt in your hands as you came undone, gurgling and sputtering out his name, burying your face until his chest.
“Got m’leg all wet”, he pressed a kiss into your cheek, “these are expensive jeans, and you made a mess on the ground”, he had both of his hands on your ass now, palming at the soft flesh.
You shook for a few seconds later, inhaling and exhaling and he held you close with both arms, the grip on your hair was now focused on the grip on your back and you took one more grind forward to press your leg into his hard erection, your palm snaking down to the front of his jeans, rubbing against it in pure lust.
“Please”, you trembled one more time, the aftershock of riding on him in public, and having a wild orgasm in public making you dizzy.
“Not here, love”, he glanced around and even though no one was looking, and you were pretty sure no one would give a single fuck if he went up on stage and fucked you right in front of Damian, he was still very much Harry Styles, and he was always cautious.
“C’mon”, he turned around and crouched down, his palms flat and up towards you and he mentioned a “come here” with his fingers. You climbed on his back as best as you could, tossing the sticky hair off of your back and finding somewhere to grab him to hang on for dear life.
He skillfully left the club with you around his waist, dodging people left and right. Your head was ducked into the space between his shoulder blades when he stopped, straightening his body so you could slide off once you were outside of the club. He wasted no time grabbing you by the wrist and pulling down the street to the four –story parking lot. Once his hand hit the door to the stairs, he closed it quickly and jumped up one flight, pressing your back up against the cold mint colored wall.
His lips found yours hungrily, the air between the two of you was just as hot, maybe even hotter than the Jamaican humidity. The rum mixed with his absolute burning desire on his lips was enough for you to come again then and there, your sweat drenched bodies sticking together when he came up for air. One hand was on the wall next to your head, the other fiddling with the slit on your dress. His fingers once again found the sparrow, he glanced at it and it was halfway gone.
“Not fucked enough yet, I guess”, he kissed up your neck, sucking at a spot you knew was going to show a serious bruise tomorrow. He continued to work on your neck and he didn’t notice that you were hooking your thumb into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down. The red lace trailed down your thighs and he let go of your neck when you bent just a bit, his eyes flashing red down to your movements.
“Did you want to do this?” you stopped and raised an eyebrow, knowing very well he could probably take these off with one rip of his enormous hands.
He just glared and bit his lip at the red lace now falling over the gold sparrow, taking a step back to allow you to climb out of your red panties. He watched you, adjusting his length, toss them down the stairwell, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him with all the life you had in you.
He dragged you up another flight, kissing you up the wall, stumbling upstairs, his hand at one point snaked under your dress slit and he pressed you up against another stairwell landing, his fingers trailing up your folds.
“Jesus”, he strained out, your little moans as he hit your clit made his eyes go wild. He looked absolutely perfect. He was prickling sweat on his hairline – the sweat on his arms making his tattoos pop, the little trickles falling down his chin you wanted to lick at and taste for days. He was wild with lust, eyes everywhere – almost fully black. His lips were bright red from sucking and biting and curse words, the sweat on the top of his lip was begging to be sucked off.
His hips thrust up in-between your legs – his erection rubbing up against your slick folds he created earlier from his thigh. He grunted into your neck and you pressed your chest to his, wrapping your leg around him so he could get closer. He rutted up his erection a few more times, dry fucking you until he was relieved.
Suddenly the downstairs door opened; a loud crowd spilled through and you were forced to stop. You both heard the curious voices of men shouting about red panties, the jealously in his face hardened when he figured out that they were probably going to smell them.
“S’mine”, he reminded you, “what bloody floor are we on”, he checked the number next to the door you were standing next to, a big faded number “2” marked the concrete.
“Three”, you huffed, his dry pursuits earlier leaving you breathless and needing a hell of a lot more.
“Don’t worry doll, you’ll get more”, he kissed and sucked your neck and before the loud crew rounded the corner to your floor, he pulled you up the stairs by the wrist, until you reached the third floor door. He looked around quickly for his big shiny black rented range rover – a click to the small button in his pocket signaled the doors unlocking with flashing lights about four cars away.
He nearly sprinted to it when it was found, the adrenaline running through you both as you found the car. He pushed you up against it, your sweaty back hitting the cool window as he hiked your dress up, another attempt at a dry fuck.
“Harry”, you stopped him, “just fuck me”, he gets like this sometimes. When he’s gotta fuck you so back, so hard, he forgets sometimes that he can – and he forgets that wherever he is, there is always going to be a private space right under his nose.
“Right”, he rolled his sweaty forehead against yours, kissing your nose sweetly in all of the noise of his head. Peeling himself off of you he opened the door to the back seat, hoisting you up onto the cool leather seat by your waist.
“Wait”, you held a finger to his chest and turned your body just enough so he was looking at the golden zipper that fell all the way down your black dress. He bit his lip and sweetly moved your hair to one side of your shoulder, his fingers pinching the little round gold pebble of the zipper on the top, slowly making his descent on your back. With every new inch of skin, his lips were not far behind. Kiss after goosebumps leaving kiss, his fingers finally found the base of the zipper, planting several sweaty kisses there until he pulled away. You turned to face him, his expression had changed from lust to pure adoration, worshiping your body with just one look.
“Quit it”, you blushed, “get over here and fuck me”, you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the car, his legs leaving the ground once he was fully inside. He kissed you hard and deep, his hand under your dress, motioning for you to take it off. Breaking the kiss he got up, shutting the door behind him. Your hands followed his bicep, biting your lip as you watched him turn on the engine and rolling down the windows just a hair, shutting it back off.
He finally settled next to you again, quickly helping you peel out of your dress. What he found next made him stop dead in his tracks. You were warm, and sweaty, and from the previous excursion in the stairwell – naked. His lips quickly attached to your nipples, cupping and grabbing at them, his entire body flat against yours as he pinned you up against the seat.
You grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, signaling to him to take it off. He obliged, breaking his kiss on your collarbone, licking at the sweat before pulling the sticky fabric off his body. Your hands immediately flew to his back, scratching and rubbing, reveling in worship filled kisses to your naked body.
One of your palms snaked in-between the two of you, finding his erection pressing up against his jeans. You barely touched the surface and he inhaled a sharp gasp of breath, lips pursed together and his eyes squeezed shut.
“Don’… fuck… need to…, but.. din’t bring a condom…” he deflated for a minute and you grinned, his expression went clueless as you he watched you smile.
“Baby”, you kiss his chin, “we’ve been together for three years”, you remind him sweetly. Even though it’s been three years, it’s felt like three seconds. Every single minute of this relationship with harry was pure bliss, even when you did have your screaming at each other fits. Neither of you strayed, even when there was that one week that the two of you needed to just get away from each other.
“Wha’… wha… can’t… wha?” he was blabbering and you ran your fingers over his sweet lips, smiling and pressing a peck to them.
“I’m on birth control, you know that. The past year. I want to feel you, baby,” you chewed on his ear lobe, “I want you to feel how wet you make me”, he stopped momentarily and pressed his lips together.
“Fuckin’ love you, bird”, he rubbed the outside of your folds with his fingers, watching you intently un-button his jeans. You were able to get half of his zipper down and failed the other half, your hand diving into his pants, palming over his boxer-brief covered erection, feeling the sticky spot that had already formed from the previous attempts to get some relief.
He sat up momentarily just to zip down what was left of his zipper, hooking his fingers into his jeans. One knee was propped on the seat between the back rest and your knee, the other leg holding him up on the floor. From this angle you could see every curve, ripple, and highlight of his perfect chest. You took a minute to run your hands over it, your fingers dipping into the “V” on the sides of his hips. He was perfect, and soft, and yours.
“Now you quit it”, he bit his bottom lip and he pulled at his boxer briefs and for a minute you lost your breath, watching his erection spring free, his hand gripping the base of his shaft. You wanted so badly to taste the top of his head that was disappearing and reappearing over the skin he was pumping, but you were actually aching and needed him to relieve you. Plus, you wanted, no, needed to feel him raw inside of you for the first time.
“Shit”, he pinched the skin on the tips of his nose, “gonna cum just thinkin’ about bein’ bare inside of you”, he looked up at the ceiling like he needed to regroup, his hand left his erection and he rubbed his face with both of his hands, your hands left his body and you waited, as long as it took, for him to get where he needed to be.
You shifted your body on the leather seats and draped your leg off to one side on the floor, biting your lip. After a beat his hand found his shaft again and he looked considerably calmer, but still had that animal look in his eye like he was going to absolutely rip you to shreds.
Finally, he was hovering over you, peppering kisses on your mouth, collarbone, and down to your breasts, returning up to your mouth. He grabbed the leg that you had swung over the side and held it firm, positioning himself at your entrance. He wrapped his arm around your back, the tension boiling up inside of you.
“Ready?” He was ready to pound into you, but he was also always worried that you would say no. He always asked permission, no matter what. No matter how many times you told him to just fuck you, he still asked.
“Yes, please”, you took a sharp intake of breath and he pushed in, the both of you groaning. He pushed all the way, until your hips snapped together, holding you there for just a minute.
“So… wet…” he murmured.
This was new. This was…. Fucking incredible. It was like the heavens erupted and you were in a euphoric trance. He was so big and every single ripple, vein, curve, was felt by the clenching of your bare walls. Skin to skin, bodies so close together, you swear you could cry from the overwhelming emotion of being this close to someone you love so much… with every single inch of your heart.
“Always this warm? Christ…. Fuckin… no more condoms”, he started a simple small rhythm, something for you to both enjoy on your first time going completely bare. The car started to rock just a bit but not enough for people to realize what was happening, just yet.
“Never”, you smiled and grabbed the back of his neck, a single tear leaving your eyes, trailing down to your ears. You were blissfully happy, blissfully in love – even covered in sweat and probably smelled like alcohol and smoke. This was something you wanted to engrain into your mind for the rest of your life.
He started picking up his pace, quick, deep thrusts that made you call out a bit. His body was pressed up to yours, sweaty chest to sweaty chest. He was kissing you with every new thrust, his eyes half lidded as he was in complete fucked out bliss, exploring your new feelings with every inch of his mind, knowing that he was memorizing you as well.
Suddenly, he really started to give it to you. Quick, pulsing movements, rocking you so hard that you started to move up against the seat, your back now halfway against the door. Your hands flew up to the window, grabbing for any kind of air as he pounded into you relentlessly, his little grunts and moans making your eyes roll back.
“Harry!” you screamed, it was a blood curdling, attention grabbing scream – and he stopped his movements immediately.
The both of you didn’t know that the parking lot was full of people, and the two of you stopped short when you heard a knock at the blacked out windows.
“Yeh alright, man?” a man’s voice asked curiously from the other side of the window. Harry pulled you back down to the seat, never leaving your heat. His head hid in your neck.
“Shhh baby gonna get yourself caught gettin’ fucked bare”, two of his sweaty fingers dipped into your mouth and you sucked in hard, his pace never slowed.
“Just excited about somethin’, she’s fine”, harry called out to the man on the other side. He peeked up and saw a shadow, “answer him baby”, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and you tried to stifle out a scream as the head of him rubbed your insides hard and fast.
He got up a bit and moved your leg back down to the floor, pounding quickly into you but not enough to rock the car.
“Fine, just fine!” you squealed at the last part, “Just happy!” You croaked and started to spasm, your orgasm so close, “harry please stop until he leaves, I’m going to cum so hard”, you grabbed for his chest and scratched at it, begging for mercy.
“Nope”, that only drove him harder, finding a pace that was solid and fluid.
Your mouth fell open and eyes flew back into your head. All you can remember was Harry’s salty palm clapping over your mouth and you screamed through your lips that were pressed tightly together. Your orgasm fell on top of you like a ton of bricks, and there was no indication of him letting up anytime soon. He rubbed your clit with two fingers, pressing into your sensitive button hard.
“One more” he rasped out.
“Can’t… harry… can’t” you shivered at the contact of his fingers on your clit.
“Can”, he egged you on, pulling a nipple between his teeth, “can, you can, want you to drip off m’cock”, by this point you were a puddle, limp under him, boneless and noodle like.
He had to hold you close, his big strong arm around your back and he held you tightly so you wouldn’t slip off the leather and crash to the floor.
“Oh God”, you gasped almost immediately, grabbing at his shoulders in surprise.
“Tha’s it”, he hummed, “knew you could”, you gasped, inhaling and exhaling harshly, pushing on his shoulders but he was going nowhere.
“Fuckkkkkkkkk”, you let out a groan, deep in your throat, as your third orgasm fell over your entire body. You were so wet, drenching your thighs and his stomach, shivering and shaking under him, stuttering out nonsense. He kissed you with a smirk on his lips, slowing his thrusts a bit.
“Such a good girl”, he praised you and kissed your neck, “knew you could”, he held you steady until he felt your strength fall back into your bones, your breathing returning to normal. You kissed his neck and pushed at his shoulder, his eyebrow cocked in curiosity.
“Up”, you whispered, “your turn”.
He pulled you up with him, never leaving your heat, his back up against the seat and you were strattling him, knowing exactly how to get him off. You glanced over his shoulder and saw a mass of people leaving clubs, talking and yelling and laughing amongst themselves.
“We’re gonna get found out if you holler”, you warned, “so many people could watch you getting fucked right now, baby”, you said on his lips, grinding down balls deep on him.
“Jesus”, his palms dug into his eyes, tossing his head back.
You clenched around him and he yelped, now it was your turn to put your fingers in his mouth.
He hollowed his cheeks and glared at you, his hips bucking up to meet your deep grinds.
“C’mon baby… wanna see that cum drip out of my pussy” you reminded him that he was indeed bare, and that he was going to see his cum leak from it pretty soon. The thought of it sent his mind into a haze and he gulped, bucking up into you harder.
“Clench one mo’ time,” he smacked your ass and you clenched, “ah, here it comes”, you sat all the way down on him and ground your hips as far as you could go, not moving as you felt him grunt and hold you tight, his orgasm flying through his body, electric waves sparking the tips of his outstretched toes.
“Fuck”, he hissed, “fuck..”
Wave, after wave, after wave of his cum spurt up into you and you held yourself tightly down on him, clenching around him a couple of times. His head tipped back and you kissed his Adams apple as it bobbed in his throat, watching him come undone. Piece by piece, starting from his head, to his eyes, to his lips, chin, neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, stomach, pelvis, all the way down to his toes – he was shooting inside of you for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, he took a deep breath and you noticed it – he had brought his head back up, his eyes red and glossy. He had been fucked to tears.
“Oh baby”, you smiled and kissed each eyelid, wiping at the bottoms of his eyes, kissing the salty liquid away.
“So good t’me”, he kissed your lips so sweetly, your own eyes starting to mist.
For a minute you just sat there after he pulled out, holding each other. Your head was on his shoulder, your finger tracing mindless heart patterns on his sparrows and his butterfly, tracing over the “G” on his shoulder.
“What the hell was in those drinks”, he finally giggled, kissing you and moving you to the side, getting up. You watched his bare backside lean over and pull up the windows, turning the air-conditioning on full blast, turning off the headlights of the car. You sighed in relief, head pressed back to the headrest. He came back with two water bottles from the center console from earlier that day when the two of you were exploring the outdoors of Jamaica on foot.
He came back to you and reached into the back, pulling out the giant beach blanket he had that was under your beach chairs. It was sandy and warm, but he pulled it over the both of you just enough to let the air fall on both of you as well.
You snuggled close to his chest, your back against it, his arm around your breasts and he held you close. He opened a water bottle and put it up to your mouth, you grabbed it and downed the bottle in a total of .2 seconds. He did the same to his, tossing both of them to the back of the car.
“God I think my balls are empty”, he joked after a minute of silence, and you giggled.
You just kissed his wrist, playing with his fingers.
“Hey”, he said seriously, kissing your head.
“Mmm?” you hummed sleepily, a happy yawn leaving your lips.
“You meant what you said about lovin’ me forever?” he asked and you stopped, your eyes popped open.
“I – well, yeah but, I – alcohol, s’just… I mean…” he hushed you with a kiss to your hair, over and over.
“Din’t give me a chance to respond”, he giggled, “too busy kissing me”, he licked his lips and picked up your left hand, fiddling with the skin on your fourth finger.
“Don’ have a ring… and this isn’t romantic, but, uh…I think, no positive I could love you forever”… he gulped, “if you’ll let me”.
“Oh harry” your eyes welled up and you took the rest of your energy to turn to him, tackling him down to the seat, an “oof” leaving his chest as you landed on him.
“Yes, yes, yes”, you kissed him and started to cry, with the biggest, brightest smile on your face that almost hurt.
“Yeah? You’ll be m’wife?” you pulled him closer and started to sob, kissing every single inch of his face.
“If you’ll be my husband”, you pulled the blanket over the both of you, collapsing on his chest.
“Forever and ever”, he was rubbing your back sweetly, the two of you talked until you cooled off, falling asleep in the happiest state you have ever been in.
Rue’s Lil Masterlist
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SERIES
YOU’RE TOO NICE
Y/N is Kendall’s personal clothing consultant and Harry’s ex and see some very risqué pictures of the two of them on New Year’s Eve. But considering you’re a kind person, you let it go and someone you hoped to never see again calls you out for it.
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PRETTY BABY
Y/N and Harry are best friends that are ridiculously comfortable with each other and have too much time on their hands now that Harry is on break since he refuses to live in his own house and camps out at Y/N’s flat.
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ABOUT LAST NIGHT
Harry goes home for the holidays and stays afterwards considering he’s on break and runs into the little shy girl who always was sitting next to him in school alphabetically. Only, where arrogant Harry seems to be the same, Y/N isn’t that shy little girl with a crush that Harry remembers.
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HAND GESTURES
Y/N is absolutely done with being dressed like a high school prom queen whenever she steps out onto the red carpet. She’s finally establishing herself as the musician she wants to be but she feels ridiculous in her own skin from all these bedazzled costumes her stylist puts her in. But after a very interesting conversation with Harry Styles over his floral print life choices, Y/N finds herself with a brand hew stylist with a bit too much time on his hands.
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SPACE FRIENDS
When both Harry and Y/N are sexiled from their dorm rooms by their roommates, they end up together where Y/N geeks out about her love for astrophysics and space, and Harry enjoys listening. But after a long night of adventures together, it’s time to go back to the real world and all they know is each other’s names and that they’re space friends. And though she has an alright boyfriend and a busy life with no time for friends, Y/N finds herself wondering what her space friend is up to on a constant basis.
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HALLWAY CHATS
Harry just wants to live like a normal person his age since he’s on break and decides to move into an apartment building that Y/N has been living in since college. Harry is literally the worst roommate every and she can totally hear him singing through the walls late at night while he’s showering and just because he’s famous and can sing doesn’t mean he has to do it loudly so she has no problem marching on over there next door and pounding on his door telling him to shut up. Harry finds it all rather amusing but Y/N borderline wouldn’t mind killing him.
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HISTORY LESSONS
Y/N is obsessed with history and Harry is obsessed with her and somehow, over a series of lessons on the Miracle of Dunkirk, they find a miracle of their own where they just don’t want to kill each other but actually wouldn’t mind cuddling late at night.
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PAINTED LIPS
Harry knew he was way in over his head when he met Y/N, but he wasn’t sure just how over his head he would be. And considering he’s found himself in some very compromising positions with her that could or could not be considering white collar art forgery crime, he’s starting to wonder if there’s any chance they’d ever be able to share their jail sell together.
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TWO’S COMPANY
Y/N and Harry low-key can’t stand each other, but Y/N really wants to go on this trip to pay tribute to her grandfather and Harry doesn’t have anything better to do. So they’re kinda/sorta forced to go on the trip together and decide to fuck because hey they might as well since how else are they going to take out their anger on one another in the middle of a forest where they’re already sweating like crazy.
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DAMN PROFESSIONAL
Harry has always wondered about his neighbor. She keeps to herself and only lets him in when he’s escaping his one night stands in the mornings. She very professional, always on a mission, and seems very aware of everything going on around her. He was always curious of his neighbor, but he never seemed to really notice her. That is, until the new vigilante in London saves his life and he has to start looking for answers to questions he never thought he’d have to ask.
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HOME REMEDIES
Y/N is doing just fine on her own and being in her new home for the holidays. Her old friend Kat is in London now, and there’s no need for her to go back to Holmes Chapel for any reason. But when the large city of London becomes small enough that they bump into their old childhood friend Harry once more, memories are recalled, feelings blossom, and the holidays become much more homey with Harry back in their lives. And there’s no place like home for the holidays.
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FLAT OUT
Not to be all domestic, but Harry and Y/N share Harry’s flat and it’s really more Y/N’s than it is Harry’s and Harry knows it and Y/N knows it but neither of them feel like mentioning it because Harry has a new Someone in his life and maybe the flat should just be Y/N’s now instead of Harry and Y/N’s, you know?
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RUM & COCONUTS
Y/N and Harry are that couple that’s been together for ages and Savie is just that friend who is constantly single and third-wheeling. In an attempt to find Savie a man and take a well-deserved vacation, the three find themselves visiting old friends in Jamaica where relationships are tested and someone gets down on one knee … but who is it and what will the answer be?
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LOVE ME DO
To earn money to fund her student film, and use wifi for free, Y/N starts a job as a bartender at a bar already under the expertise of Harry, the hot bartender Y/N can’t stop running romcom scenarios with in her head. But scorned one to many times, and tired of being consistently lonely, Y/N puts it out of her head that she and Harry would ever be together considering they seem to come from different worlds - and considering Y/N literally has no idea of how to be a bartender whatsoever.
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MES YEUX
It’s the summer of 1983 in Northern Italy. Y/N and Harry haven’t seen each other for three years, and the last time they did see each other Harry had fingerprints on his shoulder from where Y/N had held him so tightly the night before because they knew their relationship had to come to an end. But now they’re back where they spent the majority of their childhood together, surrounded by their closest friends, and the angst is real.
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ONE SHOTS
> High-Waisted, Short Tempered - In which Y/N has a family reunion to go to and Harry invites himself and Y/N’s cousins kind of drive the poor, sweet girl insane.
> Auto-Pilot - In which Harry has been flying a lot and Y/N is the most beautiful, confident, skilled private jet pilot Harry has ever met and the lines between friends and professionalism are blurred a bit.
> Cheesy Puffs - In which Harry works at the 24/7 corner convenience store just off campus and Y/N walks in a 2am demanding cheese puffs drunk off her ass only to turn around in horror the next day, hung over, in class to find the same curly haired boy who sat in the crisp aisle with her for three hours talking about her life problems.
> Kitchen Table - In which Y/N works with little tots and loves them lots and Harry is a grumpy economics professor and even though they both live together and work on the same campus and know each other like the back of their hands, they still always fight over who gets to grade papers on the kitchen table and also can’t seem to realize they both just love each other a lot.
> Bluetooth Connect - In which Y/N lives below someone with some great music taste who accidentally forcibly introduces himself to her by connecting to her bluetooth speaker and giving her such a fright that when he shows up at her door to apologize she realizes he’s a total cutie and maybe she shouldn’t be in just a towel.
> Late Night Lobby Flirtations - In which Y/N works as an all-night lobby receptionist and Harry lives in the penthouse and he makes her cupcakes and she pats his dog and they both crack a plan to help one of the girls sneak out to a party at some point but basically they just both really love each other and don’t know how to say it so Harry just hires her instead.
> You Absolute Asshole - In which Harry keeps parking in Y/N’s parking spot right outside her dorm room and Y/N has to wake up at 5am just to tell him off, only for Harry to smile and wave as if he isn’t a thief.
> 3am Ghost Calls - In which Y/N doesn’t stay up past 3am often and the last time she was up this late was because she was binge-reading the Harry Potter series for the 15th time, but now she’s in the library cramming for her finals and it’s 3am and she’s pretty sure she’s just seen a ghost wtf. “You know, usually when a guy gets a call at 3am, it’s a sexy call … not a ghost call.”
Jealous
“Ohh let’s go in here!” you smile, dragging Harry’s hand into yet another shop. The two of you had been shopping for almost 3 hours now and Harry was over it. He hadn’t wanted to come in the first place, too much attention, too many fans and paparazzi and he had no interest in watching you try on dresses all day, he just liked to see the end product at the event. Plus, all he had wanted to do today was lay around on the couch and watch yet another movie. You, however needed a dress for the dinner party Harry was taking you to next week and so you had convinced him to come and help. After trying on nearly 20 dresses that did not work, his hopes of finding one for you were ending and he was just going through the motions at this point, hie eyes rolling as you opened the door and walked in.
“Hey welcome, if there’s anything I can help you with just give a shout, my name is Jordan.” The boy smiled and gave you a wink. He was cute. Blonde hair, styled back in a wave similar to Harry’s. Bright blue eyes watching you move throughout the store, his toned arms lifting boxes of clothes that needed to be hung and organized. Harry groaned at his welcome, and you lightly smacked his arm in response.
“Thanks, we will!” you smiled moving to the section where the dresses were hanging.
You moved through the rack, handing Harry all of the options you wanted to try on. After Harry’s arms contained almost 10 dresses, you moved to the fitting room. Harry was hunched over in a chair across from your fitting room scrolling through his phone without a glance in your direction. You tried on the first dress, it was a short and very tight black cocktail dress. You walked out and did a spin, finding Jordan at the entrance of the fitting rooms putting away the clothes people had chosen not to get after they tried them on. “Well?” you asked Harry with a smile.
“Yeah, it’s nice, you look beautiful.”
“Harry you didnt even look.” you sighed, annoyed with his behavior. You were about to walk back in to change but Jordan stopped you.
“What’s the occasion, may I ask?” He smiled, his blue eyes slowly making their way up your body with a smile.
“Uh a dinner party.” You smiled back. “What do you think?”
“I love it, your boy is right, you look beautiful….” That got Harry’s attention. He glanced up, sitting straighter in his chair and looking over at the dress you had on. “I would say that’s more for like a clubbing atmosphere rather than a sit down dinner party.”
You grinned and nodded, “That’s crazy. I was thinking the same thing.”
“Yeah me too.” Harry mumbled. “Definitely not a dinner party option babe but you can for sure pull it off in a club…”
You gave Harry a weird look and slight laugh before walking back in and trying on another option. The next dress was a tight, floor length red gown with a high slit up the side. You walked out and modeled it with a smile. “I like this one.” you grinned.
Jordan, still watching nodded. “That might just be the one….I mean wow-”
Harry stood up, walking over to you and grabbed your hand, softly spinning you in a circle. “(y/n)…you look incredible.” He bit his lip and looked up and down your body slowly. “I don’t even have words.”
“You know what though?” Jordan walked over as well, shifting through a rack of dresses in the corner. “While that is definitely the style I would go with….maybe try it in more of a classy evening color.”
“I don’t know…” Harry said with a frown. “I really love this one…you look absolutely stunning.” He glared over at Jordan and you laughed at the reaction.
“You know, there’s another style I think you would look amazing in…and it’s all black, floor length, perfect for any upscale dinner event. ”
You nodded and smiled at Jordan, “That would be great thanks.” He nodded, walking away to grab the dress.
“Ugh.” Harry groaned giving you a look.
“What’s that about?” you were looking at the dress you had on in the floor length mirror.
“I think you would look amazing in this other dress…let me just go get it for you.” Harry mocked. You turned around laughing and shook your head. “Seriously I mean come on he’s totally flirting with you.”
“Harry don’t be-”
“Here you are.” Jordan walked in, carrying a beautiful shiny black dress.
“Ohh I love that.”
“I knew you would.” He smiled and handed it over. “You’re going to look beautiful in it, you have the body…and eyes. This color really compliments your eye color.”
You smiled and Harry coughed, rolling his eyes. He was annoyed and getting antsy, moving around the dressing room in circles. You gave him a warning look and walked back in the dressing room to change. You had the dress on but the zipper was stuck so you came shuffling out looking for Harry’s help. Instead you found his chair empty. Frowning you called out, “Harry?”
“Oh, he went to the bathroom, can I help you with something?” Jordan come over with a grin, his perfectly white teeth sparkling in the light.
“The zipper is stuck….I can’t see to get it all the way up.” you mumbled turning around.
“Let me see what I can do.” Jordan walked up behind you, placing one hand lightly on your back, the other on the zipper. He moved your hair out of the way and tugged it all the way up. You turned with a smile, your eyes locking onto two very jealous and frustrated eyes walking back from the bathroom. “There ya go, you look amazing.” he smiled, making you blush a little.
“Thanks…” you smile back, walking towards the mirror. Jordan nods and returns to his work, while Harry stalks by with a sideways glance. You’re looking at the back when he walks over, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed together. “What do you think?” you smile presenting the dress with your arms out to the side.
“What the hell was that?” he growls, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the small dressing room.
“What are you talking about?”
“That guy- he had his hands all over you, he-”
“He was helping get the zipper that was stuck.” you answered laughing.
“You could’ve asked me. I would’ve done it. There’s no reason that he had to do it.” Harry was whining.
“You were in the bathroom. He was there and asked to help. He was a complete gentleman to by the way.” you noted.
“You could’ve waited for me to come back and help.”
“Babe-”
“No. You’re not taking this seriously. The whole time we’ve been in here, he’s been all fucking over you and I’m not okay with it.” Harry was jealous. His eyes burning a brighter shade of green, his cheeks red from frustration. His arms were locked across his chest and the dimples you loved nowhere in sight due to the frown formed by his lips. “I don’t care what the reason was, there’s no fucking reason to have his hands on your back. There’s no reason for him to compliment you the way he was, I mean come on-”
“Harry.” you interrupted with a laugh. You walked over, placing a soft kiss against his lips. HE remained unyielding, turning his head and groaning.
“You’re not getting it.”
“There’s absolutely no reason to be jealous…”
“I-”
“No. Listen. I love you. You are the one I’m even looking here for. Nothing happened.”
“I know but still. Why can’t he keep his hands to himself.”
You just shake your head. “Well good news. This is definitely the one so we are good to go now. No more trying on any others. I love this one.”
Harry didn’t say anything just grumbled comments to himself as he left the dressing room so you could change out of the dress. You walked out, carrying the dress in your arms over to the counter. Jordan helped check you out. “I knew this was going to be the one.”
“Yeah so did I.” Harry growled.
Jordan just smiled and nodded. “She looks beautiful in it.”
“Yeah I know.” Harry wrapped his arm around your neck and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “She looks beautiful in anything she wears.”
Normally, you would’ve been embarrassed by Harry’s outburst and obnoxious behavior but today it was cute. You liked that he cared enough to be jealous. He had nothing to worry about considering Jordan was most definitely gay, but he clearly hadn’t picked up on that. Harry took the bag and turned with a grin, kissing you hard on the lips. “Thanks for the help with my girl’s dress.” Harry said too sweetly as he pulled you to the door.
Outside he took a breath and you shook youre head. “You just had to be extra back at the check out didn’t you?” you asked laughing as he tugged your hand to the car.
“I needed him to know exactly who’s girl he was playing with.”
“Harry.” you laugh climbing into the seat he had just opened the door too. “You know he was gay right?”
“What?”
“Yeah, like no doubt.”
“Oh.” Harry stood there, mouth tugging into a smile.
“Does that make you feel better?” you laugh.
“Much.” he grinned.
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A short request. I actually have another story based on jealousy that will be coming out soon so I tried switching up the vibe in this. Hope it works!
xoxo
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