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LIBERATION I.

A/N: i couldn't hold myself back and just HAD TO post this😂😂 bot now yall need to send me feedback so i know i made the right decision of posting this now👀

PAIRING: guard!Harry X royal!Reader

WARNINGS: adult content, arranged marriage

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

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The exceptional silk nightgown slips down your body, the featherlike, cold touch of the expensive fabric sending a shiver down your spine as you stare back at your reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, the room thick with the sweet scent of vanilla and coconut, your favorite shower gel you get imported all the way from France. Drained eyes look back at you, almost lifeless and you wonder who this person could be you’re seeing as your reflection because you can’t recognize yourself anymore.

Wrapping yourself up in your bathrobe, you make your way out of the bathroom into your bedroom, two of your maids already waiting for you by your vanity. As you sit into the plush chair, they get to work instantly, without a word, taking care of your hair so it’s in the best condition for the big day tomorrow. They brush through your locks, using the finest essential oils and products, turning your hair into silk, just like the kind that’s hugging your body. Reaching up your fingers tap on the bags under your eyes, the makeup artist will have a lot to work on in the morning if she wants to turn you into the perfect princess, soon queen, everyone knows and loves. If only they knew the dirt and the pain hiding underneath the glamorous surface.

You’re getting married in the morning. As a kid, you always dreamt of your prince charming, a man you fall for the second you lay your eyes on and you get to have your own fairytale. It was silly of you to think you have the privilege of marrying someone you love.

Andrew Jacoby Coventry is a gentleman. He is well-mannered, intelligent, fluent in six languages and he can beat your father in chess. He is undeniably handsome and any woman would be thrilled to marry such a wonderful bachelor, but not you.

Because you’re not in love with him. Yet, you’ve known you’d have to marry him since you were sixteen.

You still remember the day your mother sat you down and told you that Andrew is going to visit the palace that week to discuss matters of a possible union between the two families, the Coventry’s have been highly respected for hundreds of years and they’ve been always alliances to the royals. Your father chose them to help you fulfill your destiny of becoming a queen.

“You cannot take the throne without a man by your side, Y/N,” your mother told you, but it was nothing new. You didn’t quite put the picture together yet just then. “Your father might be in good health now, but we can’t know what the future holds. We have to make sure you’re eligible to become queen when the time comes.”

“What… are you trying to say, mom?” you asked, slowly realizing where the conversation is heading.

“Andrew is a nice boy. You’ll get around to like him, I’m sure.”

You saw the pain in her eyes, she didn’t want this. She didn’t want to make her daughter marry someone just for the sake of the throne, but she didn’t have any other choice and neither did you.

When you met Andrew just a few days later, you swallowed your tears as you introduced yourself to your future husband.

Now five years later the time has officially come, you’re marrying him tomorrow and going to take the throne next year, once your father resigns. His health won’t let him travel around and fulfill his duties for too long, he has made the decision not to wait until he is forced to step back, he would rather do it on his own terms.

“Thank you Kristin, thank you Mary. This is all for tonight,” you nod at them once they are finished with your hair. They say their goodbye and leave you alone in the room, trapped with your racing thoughts.

You’ve thought about running away at least a dozen times this month. Just getting on a plane and forgetting about the wedding, but you know you could never actually do it. Your family counts on you, the palace counts on you and the whole country counts on you. You’re their future queen and you owe them.

But what exactly do you owe them? Your whole life? Giving up the chance of marrying someone you love? Is that really what you have to do?

Standing by the window you stare out to the flower garden, a place you often like to go to when you want to have some peace of mind. It’s breathtaking in the spring, the colors, the scent, you can easily wander around for hours and not even notice how long it’s been. Behind that, on top of the hill the greenhouse is almost hidden in the dark, already decorated for tomorrow. You’re going to have your photos taken in there, just like your mother, your grandmother and every other women in your family had on their wedding day. You’ll have to pose for hours with faked happiness on your face just to get a handful of pictures that will be released to the press the next day, millions of little girls dreaming about being just like you when you’d give an arm to have their normal life.

You always want what you can’t have, right?

Your eyes wander over to the West wind of the palace, only seeing one window lit and though it’s too far to see anything from inside the room, you know exactly who is in there. Before you could even give it a second thought you wrap your robe tighter around you, walking out of your bedroom and heading over to the room you’ve come to know all too well these past years. You know the hallways leading to Harry’s room like the back of your hand and not just because you grew up in this place, but because it’s been a habit of yours to sneak out and see him when everyone else went to sleep.

The day you met Harry Styles was a turning point in your life. Introduced to you as head of security three years ago, you didn’t know you met your best friend and the man you’ll fall for and experience what it’s like to love and be loved.

It was a forbidden love from the start and not just because you were already set to marry Andrew, but because you knew your family would never approve of your relationship with him, no matter what. You had royal blood in your veins and Harry was the son of a teacher and barber, worked at a bakery as a teenager and joined the military for three years before he was brought to the palace.

You fought it for a long time. Even thought about asking for a replacement, because it was getting hard to be even in the same room with all the tension and desire lingering around the two of you and you knew he was just as conflicted as you were. The turning point came one particularly terrible night when you got into a fight with your father. You found peace in Harry’s arms and you let your guards down, making the first move to cross the line from where there’s no returning.

You haven’t looked back since then, sneaking around in the darkness, seeking every chance you can get to be with him without anyone finding out about it, though you couldn’t fool your mother.

“I know what a woman in love looks like, Y/N,” she told you when she called you to her one day. Your blood froze, because you knew she won’t believe that it was just your feelings for Andrew.

“Mom, I…”

“He is a sight for the sore eyes, I must admit. But I thought you’re smarter than this.”

Her words felt like a slap across your face each. Tears stung your eyes as you stood there and listened to your mother tell you how disappointed she was in you and she made you promise that you’d end it right away.

And you tried, you really tried. But you couldn’t keep yourself away from him and he felt the same way. Since then, you’ve been extra cautious and you feel like your mother believed that it was all in the past.

Part of you believed you could go on like this forever, but the closer the wedding was getting, the more you realized that it was doomed from the beginning and the moment you say I do to another man… you’re saying goodbye to Harry.

You can’t expect him to sneak around with you forever, he wants a family, a normal life and you can’t give him any of those, not while being married to Andrew and taking the throne once your father steps down.

Last night you got into a screaming match. The fight escalated fast, mean things were thrown around, everything that’s been building up in the both of you because of the wedding just lashed out until there was nothing else to say. You both knew that was the end, you couldn’t continue it once you married Andrew. You would have never put him through the pain of watching you walk down the aisle when the two of you were still a thing. When you returned to your bedroom last night you were convinced this was the end of it, the heartbreak pulling you into the darkness you’ve been edging for a while now, cutting out the last thing that brought you happiness.

Yet, here you are, padding down the endless hallways of the palace to see him again. You have to be with him, look into his eyes and touch him one last time to remind yourself that there are still good things in life.

When you reach his door you take a few minutes, just standing there, wondering if he even wants to see you after what happened last night and what’s going to happen tomorrow. You never wanted to hurt him, you love him way too much, but the impossible situation you were put into brought it out of you.

Tears dwell in your eyes as you think about a time when he won’t be near you. You can’t imagine a life where he is not there to ease your mind, to keep you safe and not just as his job, but as your lover. Before you could stop yourself you’re sobbing. He can’t see you like this, you won’t cause him even more pain than you already did, so turning around you are just about to run back to your room when the door opens.

“Y/N?” his soft voice calls out and you freeze, a shiver running down your spine as you close your eyes for a moment. You can feel his stare poke through your back as he waits for you to say or do something, probably confused about why you’re here.

Slowly, you turn around, your tear-filled eyes falling upon his tall frame dressed in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, his bare, inked chest falling and rising rhythmically as he stands just a few feet away from you. When he sees the state you’re in, he moves in your direction just when you throw yourself into his arms.

“Shh, it’s going to be alright. Come on, we can’t be out here,” he murmurs as you sob into his neck, his strong arms curling around you, pulling you into his room and shutting the door before anyone could see you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you sob uncontrollably as Harry pulls you to his bed, making you sit on his lap on the edge of it, keeping you tight to him as he tries to soothe you.

“I know, baby. I know. It’s alright.”

“It’s not!” you choke out, vision completely blurry as you try to catch your breath, but you can’t stop. “I can’t do this, Harry. I don’t want this!”

He exhales sharply, brushing his nose against the side of your head as he presses a kiss to your temple. He lets you cry for as long as you want, the tears slowly stopping and drying up until you're breathing somewhat normally.

"Hey, look at me," he pleads softly and pulls back so his beautiful green eyes meet your red and puffy ones. "I know you feel like it's the end of the world, but you're strong, Y/N. The strongest woman I've ever met."

"I don't want to be strong, not anymore. I want to be selfish and do what I want for once in life," you breathe out shakily.

"I'm sorry you were put in this position, you deserve so much more than this pain. You deserve all the good things in life and I wish I could give it all to you."

"I only want one good thing in my life. You."

Reaching up you cup his face in your hands and pull him down until your salty, tear soaked lips meet his in a painful but fierce kiss.

He tries to hold himself back for a few excruciating moments but then his lips finally open and he returns the kiss with so much passion and emotion that you gasp against his mouth.

If your life ends tomorrow, and it surely feels like that, you want to spend your last free night with the only man you've ever loved.

You move around until you're straddling his lap, his hands keeping you close to him, fingers digging into your flesh through the layers. Shrugging the robe off you reveal your silky nightgown that doesn't leave much to the imagination, your hardened nipples poking through the fabric already, aching to get Harry's attention finally.

His lips move down to the column of your throat, the dip of your neck, trying his hardest not to mark you up the way he truly wants. Your fingers dig into his hair, tugging on the roots enough to make him grunt against your heated skin, his hands moving down to grope your ass and you can't help yourself from grinding against him.

Suddenly, he pulls back, eyes foggy from the desire and lust as his chest heaves.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he breathes out, a torturous grimace plastered across his face.

"Please, I need you!" you beg him, fighting your tears back.

He stares up at you, pink lips slightly swollen from your kisses, his glistening eyes taking in every detail on your face, every blemish and freckle that adorns your features.

"I wish it was all different," he whispers barely audible, you're convinced it wasn't even meant to be heard by you.

Before you could speak up, he kisses you again, pulling you down to the bed, rolling around until he is on top of you, lips traveling down your neck and chest again as his hands bunch up your nightgown. With an arch of your back you help him take it off, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lacy underwear. His hips settle between your legs, crotch pressing against your heated core, a pleasant moan slips through your lips at the feeling of his erection between your folds as he moves his hips gently a few times to rile you up. He kisses the valley between your breasts, down through your stomach, placing a chaste kiss to your hips on both sides as his fingers hook into your underwear and he looks up at you for your consent before he goes any further.

"Yes! Please!" you nod eagerly and he is quick to rid you from it, leaving you completely naked and spread out in front of his greedy eyes.

"I will never forget how you taste. So sweet on my tongue and lips," he hums, teasing you with a few kisses placed onto your inner thighs before his lips finally meet your throbbing clit, sucking on it gently at first before stepping it up a notch.

"Harry!" you whimper, bunching the sheets in your hands to somehow keep you grounded as Harry's mouth does wonders to you. However as much as you love having his face between your legs, you need it somewhere else now.

Pulling him up you make him climb up over your body, lips eagerly meeting as you work on getting him naked too.

"You're my everything," he breathes out against your lips, hips coming to rest between your thighs once again and you whimper at his words, the aching pain in your chest rising.

"I love you, I will always love you," you whisper looking into his eyes as you hook a leg around his waist, his cock lining up with you finally.

"I love you, Y/N. More than anything," he confesses just as he pushes into you and just like that, you feel like you've become one again, for the last time.

You keep him close as he starts moving, whispering I love you over and over again, his lips nipping on your mouth that's agape from the building relief inside you, a single tear rolling down your cheek as the painful thought snakes into your mind that you will never feel like this ever in your life.

The pleasure reaches you first and Harry chases right after you, tangled in each other's arms as you keep calling out for the other even though you're as close as possible in that moment.

Wrapped up in each other's embrace you lie in bed, the afterwaves of your relief already long gone. You're drawing little patterns onto his bare chest, fingers following the inks on his soft skin as his hand is gently stroking your back and arm, kissing the top of your head from time to time.

"We should just pack up and leave. Never look back," he hums, breaking the comfortable yet heavy silence that took over the room.

You suck on your breath because it's the first time Harry ever mentions the option of running away. It was always you who toyed with the thought as he just nodded along but never really said a word about it. Lifting your head your eyes meet his as a small, sad smile tugs his lips.

"You would do that?"

"I would do anything for you, Y/N," he simply answers and your heart flutters at his words.

"If we actually did it, out life could easily be completely ruined," you say the hard truth. "I could get disowned from my family and denied to have access to any of my heritage. People would judge the both of us everywhere we went, we probably even should leave the country. We would always be the ones who ruined the royal family."

"But we would have each other. Going to another country is actually a good start, I wouldn't mind it."

"I would never be allowed to see my family ever again."

"You mean the people who put you up for living your life in misery?" he retorts without a second thought, so he must have already thought about it before.

"I was born here. No one chose it for me."

"But they are the ones who made you marry someone just for the sake of the country."

"It's a tradition and it's in the law. I can't become queen without a husband."

"And have you ever thought about how it doesn't work the other way around? Your father was already king for almost a decade before he married your mother. So then why should you be forced to have a man by your side before you take the throne? And the council could easily erase the whole law, it was just never proposed because 90 percent of it is men and the handful of women who have the right to change something don't care about the toxic patriarchy that's been around here for hundreds of years."

You knew Harry had doubts about the system and how power is being held and used in the country, but he was always so cautious to keep it to himself, serving your family with nothing but loyalty. You would have never guessed this would be the moment that breaks his silence.

"I could only do something against it if I'm already queen," you speak up. "And for that I need to be married. If I want a better future for the women following me on the throne, I need to make this sacrifice."

"You'll be an amazing queen, Y/N," he softly tells you. "It's a shame you don't get to have the happiness you deserve."

You don't talk about running away after or the wedding. Just bring up your favorite memories from the past years, the first time you met, the time you spent in London and managed to squeeze in a dinner with his mother or the endless nights you talked through, tangled in each other, sharing your dreams and fears, knowing they will always be safe with the other.

You fall asleep in each other's arms, savoring the very last moments you get to spend together before you give up the last bit of your free will.

When Harry wakes in the morning he is alone, only the wrinkled sheets and the empty space next to him reminding him that last night wasn't just a dream, but it will soon turn into one as he is forced to watch you walk down the aisle and marry another man.

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laughingharry

3 years ago

OMG. I love this story. It is so good 😀😀😀

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❤️A/N: happy v-day my lovelies!! this is my bouquet of roses for you and its also part of @thebigbutterflytattoo 's writing challenge, it's an enemies to lovers and i hope it will bring you all some joy whether you spend/spent it with your partner or alone!

❤️PAIRING: neighbor!Harry X Reader

❤️WARNING: smoking🍃, smut

❤️SUMMARY: Your neighbor keeps getting on your nerves and you hate him for that but you hate how good-looking he is even more.

❤️WORD COUNT: 9.1k

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Harry Styles is ruining your life. And he decided to do that by moving in next door.

As you lie in your bed, staring at the ceiling, you try to keep your cool while the wall you share with his apartment vibrates from the bass of the song he is playing on the other side, a lot louder than he should at midnight. It doesn’t matter that it’s a Friday, you don’t have weekends, working as a waitress you can’t even remember a day when you had a Saturday off.

You have a ten hour shift tomorrow as well and you need all the sleep you can get, but the smug British guy on the other side of the wall is making it impossible. He started slamming his music at around nine. That wasn’t a too unreasonable time so you let it slide and waited. And waited and then waited some more and when you went to bed at eleven it was still blasting. Now it’s been an hour of trying to shut it out and sleep, but it’s not happening and you are not planning to lie awake all night long or at least until Harry decides he’s had his fun.

“This fucking… man!” you groan, kicking the covers off of yourself as you march over to your wardrobe and grab a hoodie before heading out of your apartment and right over to his front door.

The music can be heard even out in the hallway too and you wonder how the people above and below him are not using their minds. Oh right, he is living above Mrs. Fowler who is basically entirely deaf, she never hears when you say hello to her in the elevator and then above him lives Holly, who is a stripper so she is at work right now, not present to hear the concert Harry is putting on.

You ring the bell next to his door, but you don’t actually hear it ringing so it probably doesn’t work, just like yours. Groaning you ball your hand into a fist and start banging on the door, hoping he’ll hear it through the music. It takes a few tries for him to notice and the music finally stops, footsteps echoing in his hallway before the door flies open and you lay your eyes on him.

He is an asshole, or he has been one to you since the beginning for sure. He is always moody and never holds the elevator when he sees you coming into the building. You keep finding his mail in your mailbox and you’re starting to think that he is giving out your address on purpose just to piss you off.

But god damn it, he is so hot! Especially shirtless, like right now. His grey sweatpants are hanging low on his hips, that happy trail leading down under the fabric catches your attention more than you’d like. Those stupid tattoos look so fucking sexy on him, you want to lick them, but then you see the smug smirk on his face and even though he is undoubtedly handsome, you want to punch him right now.

“If it isn’t 3C, how can I help you in this ungodly hour?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe, his gaze shamelessly running up and down your body. The hoodie covers your upper body pretty well, but your cotton shorts are putting your legs fully on display.

“Oh, so you know it’s an ungodly hour! So then why the fuck are you having a whole ass Tomorrow Land in your apartment this time of the day?” you grit through your teeth, folding your arms on your chest as you shift your weight to one leg. Harry purses his lips, but he doesn’t seem surprised at your accusation.

“Was it too loud? I didn’t know, no one else came to complain.”

“Because it’s just the two of us on this level and your lower neighbor hears absolutely nothing while your upper neighbor is a fucking ghost in the night. Would you turn it down? I’m trying to sleep. I have work tomorrow.”

“Mrs. Fowler is not deaf, Y/N. That’s very rude to say.”

“I’m pretty sure the last thing she heard was the announcement in the radio that World War II is over.”

Harry lets out a belly laugh, flashing you his bunny teeth and fucking hell, even imperfections look good on this man!

“I would tell you to watch what you say about her, but you’re right, she doesn’t hear shit. So, what can I help you with exactly?”

“Are you dumb? Turn the fucking music down,” you tell him and without waiting for an answer, you turn around and head back to your apartment, but Harry calls after you.

“Is you little boyfriend not fucking you right? You’ve been so cranky lately.”

“Shut the fuck up, you can’t even get a woman to be in the same room with you willingly!” you snap back before shutting the door closed behind you.

As you get back to bed you fear that your comment just riled him up even more and he won’t stop the concert, but luckily you only hear silence.

“I’m sorry, baby. But you know how important this project is.”

Duke sighs on the other end of the call as you push the door to your building open, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder.

“I know, I’m just bummed I can’t see you tonight either,” you tell him with a pout as you walk up to the mailboxes, looking for your key on your keychain.

“I’ll make it up to you this weekend, okay? Just you and me, you’ll have me all to yourself.”

“Alright, that sounds like a great plan,” you chuckle, biting into your bottom lip.

“I gotta go, I’ll text you later. Love you!”

“Love you too,” you sigh before ending the call.

Reaching your floor you are about to just simply get inside, but something averts you as soon as you approach your door.

“Fucking… Harry,” you grumble under your breath when you see your doormat all muddy and dirty when his is practically untouched.

It had to be him, when you left your doormat was nice and clean and no one has been in your place since then. The asshole must have used yours just to keep his perfect. Stepping to his door you bang on his door in annoyance.

“Keep your fucking dirt away from my doormat!” you scream before marching right into your home, not even waiting whether he is home and heard your message or not.

Duke canceling tonight gets you a bit crankier and you want nothing else than to just have a relaxing bath and go to bed without a care in the world. You do some quick cleaning while the water is running, fogging up your tiny bathroom and you scroll on Netflix to put on a show from your tablet while soaking the long day away, but your bubble is quick to pop when the familiar thumping of music starts pulsating through the walls you share with Harry’s apartment and it’s the last straw.

You’ve complained to him way too many times before about listening to music too loud and you’re convinced he is doing it on purpose now, knowing you’re home after you banged on his door about the muddy doormat. This man is out to get on your nerves and you will not let him get away with it.

It feels like he enjoys having you kicking his door every other day so this time you choose a different way of letting him know he is being disrespectful. The apartments in the building are not too spacious but there’s one big perk for them: the balconies. They are designed in a way that the partition between the two apartments doesn’t run all the way along, it turns into the railing before making a turn to the front of it so it gives you a nice little peephole to your neighbor’s balcony. And this time you’ll use it as your entrance to Harry’s place.

Without a warning, you march out to your balcony and with easy, you climb over to Harry’s. He’s got two mismatched chairs and a tiny table out there with an empty ashtray and you remember all the times you smelled the weed coming from his place.

The sliding door is wide open thanks to the oddly warm day today so you can walk into his home with no hustle. It’s exactly like yours, just mirrored, but his interior is a whole different universe than yours. It’s so obvious a guy is living here, he has a lot of mismatched furniture inside, quite chaotic but definitely fitting for his style. He’s got the speakers that are blasting the music right now too but he also has a record player with a massive amount of Vinyl records stacked. You almost forget about what you’re here for and start going through his collection, curious about what records he loves so much he bought them, but when you hear his singing coming from the bedroom you remember the mission.

Walking over to the speaker, you simply turn it down to a reasonable volume and then just stand there, waiting for him to realize what happened.

“What the—“ you hear him followed by his steps until he walks out of his bedroom, both of you shocked to see the other.

Him because you basically just broke into his apartment to lower the volume of his music and you because… he is wearing nothing else than just a towel that hangs dangerously low on his tattooed hips, that teasing line of hair running down his lower stomach and disappearing underneath the towel, urging you to fantasize about what he’s hiding there. His hair is damp and water drops are running down his chest and your thoughts are running wild for a second.

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” he snaps and though he tries to sound angry, you can hear the amusement in his tone.

“I told you a million times to keep it down. You’re not the only person living here,” you simply tell him, folding your arms on your chest.

“And how exactly did you get in here?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and you’re having a hard time keeping your wandering eyes up at his face when he is practically naked in front of you.

“I have a key,” you tell him and watch the confusion etch through his stupid handsome face. “I climbed through the balcony, you idiot!” you roll your eyes at him. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about doing that before.”

“I have, plenty of times, hoping to find you dancing around naked in your living room,” he smirks at you smugly.

“Creep.”

“I’m not the one who actually broke into someone’s apartment,” he defends himself holding his hands up and your eyes snap down to the towel that seems to loosen in the motion and Harry definitely catches the stolen look.

“Whatever. Keep the volume down or next time I’ll call the cops on you and I’m sure the weed you keep around here would interest them enough to give you a hard time.”

Heading back out to the balcony you’re climbing over the railing again as Harry appears at the sliding door, watching you maneuver your way over to your place with a grin on his face.

“I’ll leave the door open for the night. Feel free to come over if your boyfriend doesn’t fuck you right. I’m sure I can make you scream,” he winks as you land on your own balcony and you shoot him a narrow-eyed look and ignore the reaction his words caused in your body, not giving him the satisfaction to know his dirty talking definitely gets you going.

“Keep on dreaming, Styles,” you tell him before disappearing from his view and as you get into your living room you make sure to lock the door in case he might decide to visit you too.

Duke is late. He had some last minute emergency at work so now the dinner you made will be cold by the time he gets to your place. You try not to be mad, it wasn’t his fault, but he’s been so absent lately it rubs on you the worst way possible.

You cover everything and blow the candle out you lit just to set the mood and pulling a hoodie on you head out of your apartment to climb up to the top of the building and blow out some steam on the roof, your favorite secret spot. Chewing on your bottom lip you’re typing away on your phone replying to one of your friends as you push the heavy door leading out to the roof without even looking around so you don’t notice that you’re not the only one up here.

“Are you following me?”

Harry’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and as you look up from the screen you see him sitting on one of the massive pipes running close to the edge, your favorite place to sit because you have a great view of the city from there, but apparently it’s not yours only.

“Sorry, I didn’t know it was taken,” you sighs, already turning around to go back down when he calls after you.

“I think this roof is big enough for the two of us, you don’t have to leave,” he says and when you turn to face him again you realize he is smoking a joint. You ponder going back to your apartment or staying and decide you’ll give this a chance so you walk over to him, sitting down to the pipe as you stare out ahead of you, the rumble of the city surrounding the two of you as Harry silently keeps smoking. He holds out the joint for you.

“No thanks,” you say, but not because you don’t smoke, you just don’t want to be stoned when Duke finally arrives. You spend so little time with him, you don’t want to mess it up.

“You seem tense,” he comments as he brings the joint back to his lips, taking another long drag before the thick smoke dances out through his lips.

“Mm, shocker,” you mumble.

“Want to talk about it?”

“With you?” you scoff. “What makes you think I want to talk to you?”

“I don’t know. I’m high and you didn’t curse me out in the past three minutes. Thought I would shoot my shot,” he chuckles, taking another hit before putting it out in the ashtray you saw on his balcony earlier. At least he doesn’t leave his ash all around the roof.

“I only curse you out when you deserve it.”

“So… every time you see me?” he grins and you hate how good it looks on him.

“Because you piss me off every time I see you!” you defend yourself, making the both of you laugh.

“It’s your fault, you make it so funny,” he shakes his head, staring out ahead of him.

“What? How is it my fault?” you gasp.

“I love that prissy face you make whenever you give me a lecture. As if you were the fucking prime minister or something.”

“Wow, thanks, good to know,” you huff, but you don’t take it to your heart, not this time. It’s all just fun and games.

“I let my balcony door open the other day, but I’m disappointed you didn’t come visit me again,” he smirks peeking at you.

“And I locked mine in case you got funny ideas,” you tell him, making him laugh.

“I didn’t think of it, but I should definitely try it out sometime. Raid your fridge, take a bath and then go home.”

“Not gonna happen,” you scoff. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and pulling it out you see a text from Duke.

DUKE: Can’t make it baby, I’m sorry!! I’ll make it up to you I promise! Xx

“Fucking… great,” you growl and shove the phone back into your pocket without answering the text.

“What happened?”

“Just… my boyfriend can’t make it,” you mumble under your breath, watching the twinkling lights of the city in front of you.

“Don’t take it the wrong way, but your boyfriend is a total douche,” Harry huffs, rolling his head around to crack his neck.

“You don’t even know him.”

“I know enough about him.”

“What do you mean?”

“A friend of mine works with him, I’ve heard things about him and he doesn’t seem too delightful,” he chuckles, playing around with the rip on his jeans at his knee. “He is like a total flirt with everyone, did you know that?”

“What?” you breathe out confused.

“He like, keeps sweet talking to women at the office, always flirting with someone. I’ve seen it myself actually. I dropped off a package for my friend and your little boyfriend was sitting on the desk of some secretary and they were definitely more than just friendly.”

“Where is this coming from? You saw just one little thing and you’re so quick to assume you know everything!”

Anger is rising in your guts, but not because Harry is shit talking Duke, no. It’s because deep down you know it’s entirely possible that he is telling you the truth, but you will not admit that to him.

“I just told you my opinion, no need to get so mad,” Harry scoffs.

“Your opinion about others is always so fucking negative. You see someone and assume you know everything about them.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Y/N?” he chuckles in confusion. You jump to your feet, the sudden urge to get away from him burning in your chest. His honesty is just way too much for you at the moment.

“You. I’m talking about you and your big mouth that just loves to talk about others when you’re just as problematic as the ones you judge.”

“I’m not judging, I just told you what I saw. Don’t take it like a fucking attack.”

“I’ll take it however I fucking want to! I don’t need you criticizing me or my relationship!” you snap and head towards the exit, wanting to get off of that roof as fast as possible.

“Get the fucking stick out of your ass, Y/N! And open your eyes for once! That asshole is using you, but you know what? It’s none of my business, you’re right! Go and jump on his dick when he is fucking like a dozen other women too!” Harry calls after you and for a moment you debate turning back and punching him in the face, that would serve you peace or at least some fun, but instead, you just leave and march back to your apartment.

As much as you told yourself Harry was just trying to get on your nerves with what he said about Duke, he definitely got the gears turning in your head and brought your paranoia out. Duke really has been spending a lot of time doing extra work, apparently, and you never questioned if it was the truth but after your little chat with Harry on the roof, you can’t help but wonder if something has been going on behind your back.

Curled up on your couch, the two of you are now watching a movie, he finally made time to be with you and he’s been super sweet, he brought you flowers and ice-cream to make up for all the time he had to miss with you but it just got your suspicion even higher.

Is he trying to make up for something else? Is he trying to butter you up so you don’t ask him what he’s been up to lately?

You hate yourself for doubting him but you hate Harry even more for bringing it to your attention. You were fine living in oblivion, why did he have to break your bubble?

“Let’s have a break, I need to use the bathroom,” he gets up from beside you, his warm body peeling away from yours as he pauses the movie and walks into your bathroom. You’re just sitting there patiently waiting for him to return when his phone buzzes on the couch, it’s been laying on his other side, screen facing downwards. Pursing your lips you stare at the device, practically burning a hole into it until you find yourself snatching it up and unlocking it. He doesn’t know you know his code and you never intended to use it but your anxiety has brought the worst out of you.

You see red instantly when you pull down the notification bar and see his latest message from someone named “G”.

G: I promise ;) miss you, can’t wait for next weekend Xx

There is no stopping from there, you open the message thread and start reading it completely ignoring how you’re violating his privacy, but it doesn’t matter when he’s been dirty talking with other women behind your back. And when you see nudes popping up on the screen, you lose it completely.

You hear him flush the toilet when you go back to his other messages and see at least three more from women saved as just one single letter, but the moment you scroll in the conversation you see more and more nudes and intimate texts popping up in front of your eyes.

“Alright, I’m back and—“

“Get the fuck out of my place,” you snap at him jumping to your feet as you throw his phone at him. Unfortunately, his reflexes are good enough that he catches it so you do no damage to him or his phone.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he raises his phone with wide eyes that keep switching between you and his phone in his hand.

“I said get the fuck out, Duke! Before I fucking smash something on your head!” you scream at him but he doesn’t listen and tries to get closer to you, which you don’t want so you move away, keeping the couch between the two of you as a barrier. Not sure if it’s for him or for you just yet. “Go and fuck all those sluts in your phone! I don’t want to see you again!”

“Babe, I can explain, okay? Just let me—“

“I don’t want to hear it! Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops on you! I don’t want you here or in my life!”

“Y/N, you are acting crazy. Let’s just sit down and talk!”

“I’m not fucking crazy! You are if you think I want to even be in the same room as you ever again!”

You’re desperate to get rid of him so climbing over the couch you start pushing him towards the door while he keeps trying to resist you and get a hold of you, but you shake his hands off every time they make contact with your arms or shoulders.

“Stop fucking pushing me! What’s wrong with you?! You’re being very childish, let’s just have—“

“GET OUT!” You scream when you finally reach the front door and opening it you’re trying to push him out, but he is too strong, he just keeps pushing back and getting farther away from the door, the panic rising inside of you.

“Don’t fucking scream at me, Y/N. You have no idea what—“ He doesn’t get to finish his threat, because he gets pulled away from you violently and it takes a few seconds to realize what’s happening.

Harry has barged into your place and he now has Duke by the collar of his shirt, dragging him out of your apartment as your cheater (now ex) boyfriend is trying to wiggle his way out of Harry’s hold, but it seems like your neighbor is stronger than you thought.

“Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops on you! Did you not hear her scream at you?” Harry barks as he pushes Duke out to the hallway with one swift movement.

“What the—“ Duke gasps, completely feral over the fact that he was thrown, as if you haven’t just found out he’s been cheating on you. “Who do you think you are?!”

“The one who will beat the shit out of you if I see you here again. Now leave!” Harry shouts before shutting the door closed, trapping Duke outside while he and you are inside.

Harry turns around and you’re just standing there completely frozen and in shock, barely processing what just happened. He slowly walks closer but makes sure to keep some distance between the two of you in case you freak out.

“Hey, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” he asks and you’ve never heard him sound so soft and gentle. The shock is tightening your chest and tears are forming in the corners of your eyes as you finally lift your gaze to meet his. Before you could even stop yourself or think about what you’re doing, you close the gap between you and him and hug him so tight you’re crushing him, but he doesn’t complain. Instead, he wraps his arms around you, running his hands up and down your back as he holds you in his arms securely.

“It’s alright. He’s gone. And if he ever comes back I will break his arm,” he mumbles and you laugh through your tears, sniffling your nose as you try to slow your wildly beating heart down.

Harry makes you sit on the couch and he disappears for a bit to make you a tea, the warm drink definitely soothing your raging mind. He sits beside you, his eyes filled with worry as he eyes every move you make.

“You were right,” you mumble, avoiding to look at him as you talk, feeling like a complete idiot. “I saw at least four text threads with different women in his phone and they were definitely not friendly.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve it.”

“I should have listened to you, but… I just didn’t want to believe someone would do this to me. I was so fucking stupid…”

“Don’t beat yourself for something that asshole did. It wasn’t your fault, alright? He’s a piece of shit,” Harry growls shaking his head.

“He had the fucking nerve to call me crazy,” you tell him, now replaying the moments before Duke got thrown out. “He was cheating on me with several women and I was crazy for being upset, how does that make sense?”

“It doesn’t,” he chuckles. “He’s a prick.”

“And now I’ll be single on Valentine’s Day, cool. I was already making plans for the two of us, but I guess I’ll just mope around here,” you sigh, letting your head fall back against the back of the couch.

“That’s what worries you the most?” Harry chuckles.

“What? It hurts! I fucking hate being alone on Valentine’s Day!” you gasp dramatically, though you know it sounds ridiculous, but it does bother you.

“Alright, then if that’s your biggest concern, I’ll take you out.”

“What?” you ask, eyes widening.

“We’re gonna have a night out on Valentine’s Day, have some fun and forget about your asshole ex.”

“Don’t you have some girl to take out?”

“Weren’t you the one who said no woman wants to be in the same room as me? Why do you think then that I have someone to take out?” he asks with a sly grin and you roll your eyes at him.

“That was just a joke.”

“I know,” he smirks. “But our plan still stands. We’ll let lose a bit.”

He keeps his word. When Valentine’s Day comes in just a few days, he shows up at your door dressed in a simple red flannel and black jeans while you chose a fully black outfit for yourself just to reflect how you truly feel about the holiday. Because all lovely couples go to restaurants and romantic places, you decide to spend the night where single people go: a nightclub.

It’s been three days since you’ve became single and you’ve seen Harry more than in the one year you’ve been neighbors. He’s checked in on you every day and even helped you running errands. He said he needed to get some stuff done for himself too, but it very much seemed like he just wanted to keep you company and it’s the sweetest thing he has ever done for you. You even sat on the roof together one time without any of you cussing the other out.

Now as you push your way into the loud club, Harry’s hand holding yours so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd, you can’t help but wonder how you would have never guessed this is how you’d be spending Valentine’s Day just about a week ago.

Harry orders two shots for each of you and a long drink to chase them down and you happily chug down the drinks, eager to feel the alcohol burning away the pain your ex caused you.

“Damn, we should have done this when you moved in!” you chuckle after another shot, your head starting to feel dizzy.

“Oh, come on, you would have never gone out with me anywhere!” Harry barks out a laugh as you grab your beer and move away from the bar. “You’ve hated my guts since day one!”

“I only hated you because you made me hate you!” you defend yourself, his grin widening as he stares down at you over his beer.

“I was just being playful, but you took it to your heart and decided you hated me.”

“You kept getting on my nerves, that’s not too playful.”

“What, you never heard that when guys like you they annoy you?” he cocks his head to the side and your smile falls as you stare back at him.

“You like me?”

“You mean, did I have an instant crush on the hot girl living next door? Absolutely. But it seemed like she hated my guts so all I had left is to annoy her and have her banging on my door every other day, shouting my hair off,” he admits chuckling.

“Shut up!” you giggle. “I thought you were fit too.”

“Really?” he smirks smugly and as someone moves past you, you get pushed against him, a small gasp slipping through your lips, Harry’s free hand coming to your lower back to steady you.

“Yeah, with your stupid handsome face and sexy tattoos, it always got me even angrier that I wanted you in my bedroom whenever you pissed me off with something.”

“You should have just asked, baby,” he grins and you bite your bottom lip, busying yourself with your beer.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to move to the dance floor, the DJ is playing old hit songs and you’re having a blast, loving how everyone around you is just having a great time with friends or the new people they just met, not even one lovey-dovey couple in sight.

Harry is a great dancer, honestly. He doesn’t care what others might think, he just busts whatever move he wants and you’re having the time of your life. It’s not even the alcohol you consumed but Harry himself that got you forget about all the shit you had to deal with.

And now you feel like an idiot for being so mean to him all this time.

The crowd goes crazy when Time Of My Life comes on from the iconic Dirty Dancing movie, every girl is screaming and even the guys are swaying along to the song happily.

“I fucking love this song!” you scream over the music and Harry’s grin widens as the two of you move along with the crowd.

“Want to do the move?”

“What move?”

“You know, the lifting!” he says, motioning with his hands as if he was holding something up above his head.

“What? Are you crazy?” you laugh.

“Just the right amount! Come on, let’s do it!” he claps and tries to make some space for the two of you, shouting at people to move back as you watch him with amusement. “Okay, let’s do it! I’ll catch you!” he shouts and everyone around you is starting to get curious about what’s happening, some of them even pulling their phone out.

“You’re gonna drop me!”

“I won’t! Trust me!”

Your rationality is telling you not to do it, but you shove it to the back of your mind as you back away from him, creating some space for yourself to run towards him. Harry steadies himself, hands ready to catch you and when the right moment in the song comes, you leap forward.

You squeal when you jump and Harry lifts you up above his head, your legs moving around as you try to find balance, only focusing on Harry’s face that’s watching you so you don’t get too dizzy. You hear the crowd around you scream and clap as you finally straighten your legs out, a deep laughter coming from your belly as you get lost in this pure, joyous moment.

Slowly, he eases you down back to your feet, your chest pushed against him, his hands remain on your hips as you run your palms up over his chest to the base of his neck, your gaze wandering down to his delicious pink lips and you catch his eyes flickering down to yours as well.

“Do you want to go home?” you offer with a small smirk and leaning closer you place a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. He nods eagerly and taking your head he makes his way out of the club, pulling you after him, keeping you close in the sea of people.

When you finally make it outside, the two of you climb into a taxi and head home, getting a little handsy in the backseat. He circles an arm around you, his fingers dancing on your ribs as you lean against his side, hands on his thigh, gradually moving higher as you get closer to your building. Harry presses a kiss to your hairline and your eyes meet, the lights of the city flickering through his face as the car drives down the almost empty streets. A lazy smile tugs on his lips you want to taste so badly and just as you push yourself up, your nose nudging his, your lips almost brushing against his, the car stops and the driver announces that you’ve arrived.

Harry pays for the ride and you climb out of the car, hand in hand making your way up to your floor and you don’t hesitate before tugging Harry towards your door. He teasingly takes your keys out of your hand and as you press your back against your front door, he pushes up against you, blindly unlocking the door, but when you hear the lock clicking, you don’t move just yet, instead, you grab the back of his head and finally smash your lips against his.

You both moan at the same time, the long anticipated kiss is finally happening and you’re ready to devour him entirely.

Kicking the door open you stumble into your place, tangled together and giggling as you keep your lips locked and once the front door is closed, Harry wastes no time picking you up into his arms and carrying you into your bedroom. He makes you sit on the end of the bed and he stands close to you, taking your face in his palms as he runs his thumb across your cheeks. You snake your arms around his waist and under his shirt so you can feel the warmth of his skin under your touch, it makes you lose your head almost instantly.

“I want to make you feel good, Y/N. So good like your scumbag ex never did,” he murmurs and leaning down he kisses you passionately.

“That won’t be hard,” you sigh against his lips and he stops, giving you a puzzled look, so you elaborate. “He made me cum like… five times in five months,” you admit, feeling your cheeks and ears heating up.

“Wait, what? Five times in five months?”

“Yeah…” you breathe out chewing on your bottom lip.

“That’s… Y/N how the fuck did you not break up with him earlier?”

“Hey, it’s harder for some women, it might not be entirely his fault,” you shrug, but Harry is not at all satisfied with your answer.

“It was his fault and I’m gonna prove it to you. I’ll make you come three times tonight and the two times in the morning to show you he was just a piece of shit,” he growls before attacking your lips again, pushing back on the bed so he can crawl on top of you.

His words alone got your underwear drenched, but the way his hips press against yours as his tongue dominates yours, you almost come on the spot just from that. He covers your jawline and neck with hungry, sloppy kisses as his hands work up your top and he is quick to pull it off of you, your lacy black bra now mesmerizing him as he stares down at your heaving chest.

“Fuck, I have a confession,” he breathes out while you start unbuttoning his shirt, eager to get him out of it.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I saw you once in your window only in your underwear.”

“What?” you chuckle, finally finishing with his buttons and you drag the shirt off of him as he starts explaining himself.

“I was coming home and it was already dark outside, you had the lights on but you forgot to draw the curtains in. You were wearing a pink bra and white panties, washing your teeth, I almost came in my pants just seeing you.”

“And why are you telling me this now?” you laugh, finding his word vomiting quite hilarious.

“I don’t know, you’re making me go crazy I guess,” he admits before he puts his lips into good use again, kissing you hard and he grinds his hips against yours, his bulge pressing against your needy core and you can’t help but cry out from the sensation.

“I wanted to tear your towel off of you when I climbed into your place the other day,” you confess too when he kisses down your chest, his hands kneading your breasts as he licks and bites the swell of them.

“You should have. I wanted to fuck you so badly,” he mumbles against your hot skin, one hand moving to your back to unclasp your bra and a moment later he has full access to your breasts.

“Oh fuck! Harry!” you whine as he gently bites your pebbled nipple and tugs on it, the slight pain just adding to the rush you’re going through.

“Let me see just how wet you are for me,” he mumbles as he kisses your stomach moving down your body, quick to undo your pants and tug them off of you, leaving you in only your lacy panties that match your bra, though that’s already somewhere on the floor.

Harry kisses your cunt through the fabric and you moan so loud, if he was in his bedroom he would definitely hear you, but he is right here, between your legs. He rids you of the last piece of clothes and there you are, lying completely naked in front of your hot neighbor who you hated just a week ago.

“Tell me, has your asshole of an ex ever eaten you out?” he murmurs, only kissing the inside of your thighs, the feel of his lips making you wiggle on the mattress, but he places a hand to your stomach, keeping you down.

“He didn’t like to do it,” you whine out and it’s the truth, Duke only went down on you about twice, but you have a feeling he did poorly just so you wouldn’t want him to do it again. Though he very much liked it when you used your mouth…

“You make me want to kill this dude with every detail you share about him,” he growls before he dives right in, kissing your throbbing pussy, with his hungry mouth, making you almost cry from the way he sucks on your clit and then draws circles with his tongue.

You lace your fingers through his curls and grind your hips against him as he keeps pleasuring you like no man before, you start to see stars, his name keeps falling from your tongue as a desperate plea for the release you’re chasing.

You completely lose it when he thrusts two fingers inside you, moving them in just the perfect pace as his mouth does magic on your clit.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum!” you gasp out, your limbs turning into jelly, your growing orgasm keeping your nerves in a chokehold basically and your warning just makes him go even harder.

You come on his fingers fast and hard, it’s like a lighting that strikes through your body and leaves it in pieces. Your hold on his hair tightens but it just earns you a sensual moan from him as he licks you up, letting you ride out your orgasm fully. When he climbs up your body his lips and chin is glistening from your pleasure and he looks better than ever. Leaning down he kisses you and tasting yourself on him gets you wet again even though you feel like you won’t survive another orgasm, not when you’ve been kind of in a drought for a while now.

When your hands find his ass you realize he is still wearing his pants and that just doesn’t sit right with you. Without breaking the kiss, you undo his jeans and waste no time with tugging them down along with his boxer briefs. When you finally dig your fingers into his bare ass you gasp against his lips, his hard cock springing free and smacking against your pussy.

You grab his cock wanting to feel him in your hands, squeezing and pumping him lazily as your lips nibble on his chiseled jawline, his mouth hanging open when your thumb plays with the head of his cock.

“Maybe don’t keep doing that if you don’t want me to… fucking come right now,” he chuckles nervously and you find it amusing how fast he can go from sexy and rough to cute and shy.

“Mm, wouldn’t mind it,” you tease him as he reaches for his pants he pulled off just seconds ago, grabbing a condom from his pocket. “Were you planning on this the whole time?” you grin as you watch him roll it on.

“Planning? No. Hoping? Definitely,” he grins, stealing a quick kiss before bringing his cock to your cunt, running the head up and down a few times, gathering your arousal, getting you ready for the second orgasm he promised out of the three for tonight.

“Cheeky,” you giggle, hooking your arms around his neck as he lets his body push down against yours, his weight feels comfortable and very much needed, his cock poking at your entrance teasingly.

“Are you ready for the second, baby? Or do you need some more time?” he hums, kissing your face all over, his soft lips caressing your skin gently.

“Need you inside,” you urge him, buckling your hips to show him that you want him to move. He doesn’t need more, kissing you on the lips he pushes inside you and fills you up inch by inch so perfectly, you could cry.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N,” he moans, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he stays still inside you, but you need him to start moving before you lose your mind.

Pulling your legs up you open up as wide as you can, allowing him to bottom out fully and when he finally pulls his hips back and thrusts forward again, you moan so loud you’re afraid even Mrs. Fowler can hear you downstairs.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N, tell me how to make you feel the best,” he begs before his lips claim yours again, his rock hard cock gliding in at out of you so deliciously it starts a fire inside you.

Duke never really cared what felt good for you, he just assumed whatever was right for him was enjoyable for you too, but it wasn’t really the case. He liked to fuck you from behind lying on your side, but you didn’t quite enjoy it, you had to hold your leg up for way too long and you felt a bit empty that you couldn’t see him. You told him this once, he ditched the pose the next time but about a week later he was back at doing what he wanted.

He was a selfish bastard. But Harry right here… he has already done so much more than Duke, you’re afraid you’ll never be able to look at another man ever again.

“Just please let me see you,” you beg panting as you grab a handful of his luscious curls and pull him hard against your mouth, your teeth clashing as he keeps pounding into you.

“Right here, baby. I’m right here,” he murmurs, his body weighing down on yours just right, you need to feel him to keep you grounded because the way he is making you feel is definitely out of this world.

He pulls back, just enough to hook his right arm under your left leg and hike it up to his shoulder, the switch allowing him to hit a spot inside you that you never even knew existed.

“Oh my God! There! Don’t fucking stop!” you cry out, your back arching as Harry makes sure not to change anything he is doing.

Every time you said the same thing to Duke he instantly started going deeper or in a different angle and the feeling vanished into nothing in a blink of an eye. Harry knows what he is doing and he is not afraid to cooperate with you for the sake of not just his but your orgasm as well and it makes him a million times hotter if that’s even possible.

“I’m so fucking close, but I don’t want to come until you do,” he grunts before turning his head to place an open-mouthed kiss to your calf, his fingers digging into your thigh on your other leg and you’re close to bursting, just a few more… thrusts… and…

“Harry! Fuck!” you scream as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced washes over you, every bone and muscle is shaking in your body and your vision blackens out for a few seconds.

Your walls tighten and pulses around Harry and it finishes him off fast and hard, his thrusts fall out of his rhythm and he grunts loud and raspy as he comes, his head buried in the crook of your neck and your leg slips off of his shoulder, falling to the mattress as if it wasn’t even attached to your body.

“Holy shit,” you pant when you come back to life, blinking your eyes open only to have part of your vision occupied by his unruly curls. You dig your hands into his hair and massage his scalp gently while he lies on top of you and still inside you, both of you still fighting to slow your breathing down to normal.

Several minutes later Harry finally lifts his head up, the widest lazy smile stretched across his handsome face and you can’t help but mirror it as he leans closer and locks lips with him. You’re fucked, in all sense, completely gone, but apparently, Harry is still not done yet.

“That was only two,” he mumbles against your lips. “I promised you three for tonight.”

“Harry, I think I would die from a third,” you chuckle, barely able to lift your arms up. He rolls off of you, his arms curling around you to pull you into his embrace and you happily melt against his hot body, the feeling of his naked skin sticking against yours is so soothing and gentle.

“But I always keep my word. Just trust me! I know you can do one more,” he grins before kissing you, slowly and sensually, his hands raking your back gently, squeezing and massaging your aching body he completely just destroyed.

You’re tangled up under the sheets and his tongue becomes one with yours as you keep making out, it feels so nice and soothing, you barely even notice when you hook a leg over him to get closer to him and your hips start grinding. Harry grins into the kiss, his hands moving down to your ass to pull you closer and he moves the two of you around until you have his thigh between your legs, the one with the tiger tattoo and the one you’ve definitely had dirty thoughts about when you saw him in short shorts in the summer.

“Use my thigh, baby,” he mumbles, kissing down to your throat as you settle in a comfortable position, rubbing your sensitive cunt against his hairy thigh, the friction of your movements slowly building up your third orgasm he promised you, though you’re still not convinced you’ll be able to come again.

“Fuck, you have no idea how hot you are right now, Y/N,” he gasps as you start to pick up your pace, your clit rubbing against him relentlessly and his skin is slimy from your wetness, you would have never even though about doing this with Duke, but with Harry the sky is the sky is the limit.

“Harry,” you breathe out, squeezing your eyes shut when the tension between your legs is starting to grow rapidly again.

“Look at me, baby! I want to see your beautiful eyes,” he begs you, cupping your jaw in his palm and you force yourself to open your eyes, meeting his beautiful green ones. “You’re perfect, Y/N. So fucking perfect,” he breathes out before kissing you hard as you keep grinding against his thigh.

“Harry, I’m so close,” you cry out, but you feel like your body is not letting you come for a third time even though you’re desperate.

“Come on, I know you can do it. One more, just one more!” Harry urges you, his hands coming to knead your breasts, pinching at your sensitive nipples and when he bites into your bottom lip while kissing you, the dam finally breaks.

You come repeating his name, panting and gasping for air, Harry wraps you up in his arms tightly and he whispers into your ears as you ride out the last waves of your pleasure.

“You did so good. So fucking good, Y/N. I knew you had one more for me,” he murmurs kissing into your hair.

He lays you onto the mattress next to him and you’ve turned into a ragdoll, completely numb but in the best way possible. Harry gets up and disappears in your bathroom before returning with a towel. You grunt as he cleans you up, like a whiny baby, but he just hushes you kissing your knees before taking care of the mess on himself as well. When he finally returns to bed you’re already half asleep, but when he cradles you in his arms you gladly melt against his body, inhaling his musky scent that smells like sex and some kind of spice, it’s intoxicating and you’re already obsessed. You fall asleep feeling his hands rubbing your back and arms and his lips pressed against the crown of your head.

It’s barely eight am and Harry has already made you come once. You’re convinced you won’t leave this bed in one piece, because he is definitely adamant to keep his word of giving you a second one on this fine morning.

You woke up feeling his lips all over your naked back and it didn’t take long for his gentle fingers to find their way between your legs and soon enough, you were gasping for air starting your day off with an orgasm.

“It’s like you’re obsessed with making me come,” you giggle, hooking your arms around his neck as you pull him against you in the morning bliss.

“Because I am,” he grins smugly. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you scream my name and come on my cock… or fingers… or my tongue,” he mumbles kissing your face all over.

“Mmm, or your thigh,” you add and he nods smirking.

Just when things are about to take up a notch, someone starts pounding on your front door.

“Y/N! It’s me! Let me in, we need to talk!”

You both freeze hearing Duke’s voice coming from outside, the banging continuing as you stare at each other.

“I’ll take care of it,” Harry then announces and gets out of the bed in all of his naked glory and you sit up alerted as he grabs his boxer briefs from the floor, putting them on though his erection is pretty evident through the fabric.

“Harry! You’re gonna answer the door like that?!” you gasp, holding the covers to your chest and he just winks at you before making his way to the front door.

As he opens it and reveals Duke standing there, it takes for your ex to realize what he is seeing.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Duke spats at him, but it doesn’t faze Harry at all. Instead, he simply leans against the doorframe, pretending like it’s a normal thing to answer the door with his dick rock hard.

“Y/N can’t come to the door, she’s busy. What do you want?”

“I want you out of my girlfriend’s apartment!” Duke barks, but Harry just laughs at his ridiculous attempt at dominating the situation.

“She is mine now. And if I were you, I would take the remainder of my pride and leave, because I made her come in one night almost as many times as you did in five months. Cheers, mate,” he nods and Duke is so shocked by his answer he doesn’t even move as Harry shuts the door at his face.

“I can’t fucking believe you!” you gasp when he returns and quickly gets rid of his underwear before getting into bed with you again.

“What? I told him the truth!” he chuckles before rolling on top of you. “Now, how do you want your fifth orgasm?” he hums, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Just get your wonderful dick inside me already,” you moan impatiently and Harry is quick to please you.