Mmmmm Thinking Bout Harry Being A Little Shit Ab Seeing Your Hard Nipples In A Baby Tee Or Tank Top.

can u guys write something about p*ssy spitting? 🥺🥺🥺

I’ll do a little drabble!

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She couldn’t describe how much she loved it. Or why. But she did.

Perhaps it was the look in his eyes before he did it. The dark, lusty, mischievous look that took over him as he had his lips attached to her clit. He suckled, finding a pace and strength she liked and watched her chest heave as the pleasure soaked her. He lifts his head, keeping direct eye as he purses those beautiful, swollen pink lips and the stream of spit leaves them, dripping slowly on to her puffy, well used cunt. He would look right at her cunt after it landed, watching that bit of his spit as it dribbled from clit down to her asshole- or he would dive back in and spread it around with his tongue. Revel in the soaked pussy surrounding his face.

Sometimes it was different. When he was particularly rough, pounding into her cunt, he would pull out and spit thickly over her pussy. Taking the tip of his cunt soaked cock, he would give her clit a few taps or slaps, rubbing it in before slamming back in. The man loves messy sex, and the added spit only made the slide better.

It was a bit of an ownership thing too.

“Who’s fucking pussy is this? Hm?” Is often growled out before he spits on her. Finding that sick satisfaction that Y/N knows that it’s his pussy. It’s his to fuck, to lick, to spit all over. Knows that he’s the only one allowed to do it and the only one able to make her feel so good from such a dirty action.

Harry’s a dirty fuck. He knows that, she knows that and there’s no denying it. They both love it though.

- “Blood? Oh, it’s not mine.”. with my girl babies.

You guys have the same minds 😂

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“Harry, what the fuck?!” 

“Have you got bleach?” 

“What–”

Her boyfriend brushed right past her into the flat and started searching the place for bleach. He looked unbothered, as if he was looking for a shirt or his other earring and not covered in blood.

“Did you just...drive here looking like that?” she asked, still too shocked to move.

He chuckled, “Yeah, silly. Why?”

Her mouth fell open as she gestured to his blood-stained shirt. “What the fuck happened? Is that blood?!”

“Blood?” Harry looked down as though he hadn’t noticed that he’d been walking around looking like this. He stretched his shirt and said with a straight face, “Oh, it’s not mine.”

“What the fuck?”

“Have you got bleach? This is my favourite shirt.”

She padded over to him and grabbed him by the elbow. Despite her horrified expression, he offered a smile. “Kid, relax. Not my blood.”

“How’s that gonna make me feel better? The fuck?”

Harry cleared his throat. “Oh, sorry, I phrased it wrong. It’s fake. The blood’s fake. I accidentally spilt it all over me while I was on set.”

Eyes narrowed, she crossed her arms, leaned in and sniffed him. He burst out laughing, looking both amused and surprised. “Kid, did you just sniff me?!”

“Gotta make sure you weren’t lying!”

“You really thought I killed someone?”

She shrugged. “I mean, why didn’t you just get changed on set?”

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Babe, I was afraid I’d be late and you’d be mad at me.”

“Late for what?”

“Our date tonight.”

She blinked blankly at him. “Wait, what?”

Harry laughed, probably thinking she was joking until he saw how serious she was, and his smile began to fade. “Babe, you forgot?”

“No,” she said quietly. 

“Bambi! You forgot about our date!”

"I’ve got bleach!”

“No, little missy, get back here. We need to talk!” Harry shouted as he followed her into the kitchen.

doubt us

Summary: Harry is less famous than y/n, causing the whole world to believe he’s using her for her success.

Tags: angst, fluff, famous reader x less famous harry 

A/N: thank you so much @littledreamybeth​ for this request! I appreciate it so much xx 

I am taking blurb requests at the moment (this one just ended up being a bit long) so please send them in!

It wasn’t the instagram comments that affected Harry.

Though they were on every photo he posted of his love - whether it be a picture of the two of them backstage at his concert, or a picture of y/n fast asleep on the couch, having crashed after her own - he paid little attention to them.

Sure he saw them, read a few.

“Usually such a private person… and yet he’s posting all these photos of y/n… couldn’t possibly be chasing clout,” commented one of y/n’s fan on his photo of his love, smiling in the sand and drowning in the widest brim beach hat to exist.

“Can’t wait for y/n to realise he’s just a gold digger looking to elevate his career,” another wrote, bringing a frown to his face.

He shook his head at himself.

These people didn’t know him. Didn’t know y/n. They were either just over-protective, devoted fans or jealous ones. They didn’t affect him.

With that thought, he locked his phone.

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Summary: Harry keeps dreaming of a woman he had never seen before.

Pairings: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Daddy kink, SMUT, a lot of filthy stuff. Do not read if you are underage!

Song Fic:

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"Fuck that feel so good baby... So fucking good for me" Harry threw his head back, eyes closed in euphoria. The pleasure coming straight from his cock, all the way up to his spine as he felt himself shivering at the sensation. Y/N bobs her head up and down, managing to swallow his hard length without any complications whatsoever. "So good for daddy..."

"Harry..." She called out, her voice slightly croaked.

"That's not what you're supposed to call me, sweetheart..." He warns running his hands through her head as he gave it a harsh tug, almost as if he wanted to punish her for it.

"Harry..."

"Be a good girl, Y/N" Harry warns once again as Y/N looks up to him with watery eyes and hallowed cheeks. Harry moans when he felt her tongue gliding underneath the slit of his tip, collecting all of his pre-cum as some of them drips down her chin. "Fuck, I'm close... I'm close pet"

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"Who the hell is Y/N?" Harry's eyes shot up when he felt sprinkles of cold water hitting his face, waking him up from his perfect slumber. He groans, looking around as he noticed where he was.

"Shit, sorry Mitch... I think I overslept" Harry apologizes, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he pulled off the covers from the body. The wet patch underneath him mapped the bed as if he ran a marathon and went straight to sleep. "Shit..." Harry cursed once again, looking down to his pants to see a large tent growing underneath. Mitch laughed, shaking his head as he got up.

"Hey... No shame man, we all went through that... But I gotta say, who the hell is Y/N? Are they your secret lover or something. Is there something you wanna tell us?" Mitch speculated as Harry sighed, taking the pillow with him to cover himself. "You've been saying their name in your sleep more than three times now"

"That's the thing... I don't even know myself"

Mitch may have caught him three times but Harry's had been dreaming of her since last month. He doesn't who she is, where she's from. All he knows is that he dreams some really explicit stuff and all of it seems too real. He thinks he has a problem but all he could think about is her.

Y/N.

Just one name.

Harry even went as far as googling the millions of Y/N's there is but none had matched her face. There's no way his brain could've just made up a pretty face like hers, his mind was not that complex.

"Maybe you saw her in one of the shows, those things happen to me sometimes" Mitch suggested, waiting for him to shower and get ready for breakfast.

"Yeah, maybe" He agreed, not wanting to in-depth with the secret girl he's dreaming about. The truth was, they hadn't performed in any shows last month so it was possible for Y/N to just be some girl in the crowd. If he was so captivated by her, he would've remembered her face and what row she was in. Hell, he would've even invited her backstage.

Mitch and Harry went out along with the others, grabbing a cup of coffee and maybe stop by the studio by any chance. He needs to distract himself from her. He needs to get her out of his mind because whatever it is, he wasn't sure it was healthy.

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The night came, Harry and his friends thought it was a great idea to have some fun before they start their tour and he definitely agreed.

So here he was, dancing manically in the middle of the club with a cocktail in his hand.

A woman approached him, dancing slightly closer and closer to him the longer the music went on. Harry was buzzed and all he could think of was how flexible the woman looked grinding her body against his.

"I have a private booth, why don't you and I go somewhere a little bit quiet..." Harry whispered in the girl's ear, as she nodded, following him from behind as Harry closed the door behind them. The girl, who's named 'Layla' immediately sat on the cushioned chair, eyeing him up and down seductively.

Harry walked right up behind her, kissing the nape of her neck as she immediately whimpered underneath his touch. Their clothes were off on the floor and Harry wasted no time bending her over the chair, lining up his tip up to her soaking entrance.

His brain was buzzed from alcohol and he wasn't sure what happened. The next thing he knows, Layla's vibrant pink hair change colours and so did the shape of her body. The girl turned around, showing Harry the unfamiliar face his been stuck with for months.

Y/N...

Harry tried shaking his head trying to get rid of the vision but it only got clearer and clearer until he was almost convinced that Y/N was really writhing underneath him.

Harry pounded into Y/N mercilessly, feeling the warmth of her skin-soothing into his.

"Y/N... Fuck, I'm so close... I'm so close pet"

"What the fuck?!" Y/N's voice disappeared, replaced with a much more annoying one. Harry's eyes widened as his vision was clearing up and he immediately noticed who was truly in front of him. Layla picks up her clothes, quickly storming out of the room. "What a fucking dick"

Harry cursed underneath his breath, putting on his clothes as he sat there on the chair and think about what just happened.

Something was wrong and Harry needed to know who she is before he looses his mind.

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Harry's hand were tight on his cock, fucking it roughly as he smothered the pre-cum that was dribbling out if the slit of his tip every now and then. “Y/N…” He whispered so lowly under his breath, the girl he fucked just right beside him, peacefully sleeping after Harry pounded her into the bed. The girl was such a deep sleeper that she didn’t even realize that Harry was jerking off to the thought of another woman that wasn't her. Harry imagined Y/N underneath him, at least this time he didn't accidentally say her name. “F-fuck, baby…”

Harry chased his orgasm, feeling the pit in his stomach growing bigger and bigger. He lifts his covers up slightly, points his hard cock right against his stomach as strings of cum paints his torso white. “So good, baby…” He whispered one last time, imagining Y/N cumming underneath him.

Y/N was the only thing that could keep him going, no one else. No one else but her.

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Harry wakes up at nine o'clock in the morning, going at his usual routine as he steps out of his house going for a good jog and maybe find someplace to have a coffee alone.

He gets his trainers on, blaring a song in his headphones as he started running. He finds himself getting further away from his neighbourhood and somewhere much quieter and peaceful. The town was surrounded with modest houses and little shops that reminded him of his hometown back in England. It was unusual for L.A to have places like these.

Harry stops by a bakery, wanting to get a few pastries and maybe some good coffee. He queues right behind a woman, waiting patiently for her to be done with her order.

"That will be $10.99, please..." The woman in front of him nodded, fumbling through her purse looking for money.

Only to find none.

"Oh my god, I left my purse back at home" Harry knitted his eyebrows in confusion, feeling as if her voice was familiar and he had heard it before. "I'm so sorry, I guess I have to cancel all of this"

Harry steps in front, pulling out a couple of bills as he paid for the woman's food. "Is'alright, I got it..."

"Thank you so much, I promise I'll pay you back..." The woman turned her head to properly thank him and suddenly...

Both of their eyes widened at the same time.

No.

No it couldn't be.

"Y/N?..."

"Harry?..."

Imagine getting to fuck Harry wearing nothing but one of his shirts with your heels on and messy hair. He keeps biting your lips and grabbing your ass and spanking you. He's kind of out of control and you kneel before him to suck his cock and almost devour it as he keeps tugging your hair and thrusting into your mouth. "Such a slut fo me aren't ya baby" and you'd smile while licking his balls and then he wrecks you. "on fours darlin imma fill you up so good"

🥵🥵🥵

I feel a new one shot on the horizon

what about H playing with your boobs

What about this playing with my emotions 🙃

Listen..,.,.,he’d love it. Sucking on your nipples, tonguing at them lightly, flicking just the tip against them to tease you. And then he’s full on lapping at them with the thick of his tongue, feeling them get perky under his rough tastebuds.

His head ducked down to your chest as you sit against the headboard with a hand clutching the hair at the nape of his neck, eyeing him hazily as he sucks one entirely into his mouth, his huge hand cupping and massaging the other with his cold, chunky rings catching on the little bud and sending your spine shivering.

Harry would look up at you through his thick lashes, the damp corners of his swollen crimson lips quirking up in a cheeky simper. He’d hollow out his cheekbones as he sucks, lulling his eyes to the back of his head because he knows what it does to you, moaning all low and whiney. The vibrations wash goosebumps across the supple skin of your breasts, every cell in your body spazzing out of control.

He pulls back, a tiny thread of saliva dipping between his plumped lips and your pebbled nipple. He licks the excess wetness from his mouth, worrying his bottom lip between his two front teeth as he takes your chest into his humungous palms, squeezing both together and smirking softly. “Gonna miss these so much on tour.”

oh and a request for her watching him get ready in the morning while she's still in bed and he kisses her goodbye before he leaves but it turns into a proper kiss and he pulls away and looks at her before cursing as he undoes his belt and they only take of the necessary clothing because he's going to be late but he needs her now

Sometimes you wake up before his alarm. It’s still very early, so everything is still very quiet and the light is very dim, and Harry is still enjoying his last precious moments of sleep. You raise up on your elbow and watch him breathe, watch his eyelids flutter as he dreams, and you can never resist pressing little kisses to his shoulder and his cheek and his arm, tracing the length of his spine with your fingertips.

When he wakes up and finds you already awake, he always gives you a sleepy smile and pulls you close, whispering into your hair that you make it harder for him to get out of bed. Sometimes you walk your fingers carefully down his belly, tracing the line of coarse little hairs that lead into his low slung boxers, and tell him that you can make it a little harder for him, if that’s what he wants. Other times, you just giggle and push on his shoulder and tell him to stop being such a bum.

This is one of those times; prying his fingers from around your waist and rolling out of his arms, telling him to go shower before he’s late.

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Double Booked H.S

Summary: On a business trip gone wrong, you get stuck in a room with your least favourite person. To make it worse... there's only one bed. OR, a classic enemies-to-lovers one-bed trope fic with bickering and laughs and smut to go along with it.

Warning: smut. oral (f & m receiving), penetration, dirty talk, spanking

Word count: 9k+

Author’s note: This is based off a very helpful suggestion by @daydreaming-laur so thank youuuu! I'm really excited about this one because I think the banter is good, so I hope you all enjoy it too! Thank you so much to those who joined my Patreon and read it already! Happy Reading ❤️

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“What are you talking about!? We booked these rooms four months ago, and suddenly you’re double booked! How does that work?” you exclaimed, trying so hard not to get angry at the guy behind the hotel check-in desk but failing miserably. He wasn’t the one to book your rooms or room more like it all those months ago, but he just happened to be right there in your line of fire.

You just couldn’t help it. Not when you were on a business trip that you didn’t want to be on with a man you couldn’t stand. 

Every cell of your body hated Harry Styles. He was a smug prick who just loved to make your life a living hell with his pet names and snide comments and a superiority complex so fucking huge you couldn’t hit it with a truck and deflate it. 

It was like his head was so far up his own ass he just went deaf any time someone tried to knock him down a peg. The only fault he ever acknowledged to you was not having a ‘second dick’ so he could ‘make more women scream at the same time’. Safe to say the look on his face when you ‘accidentally’ spilt your coffee on his Yve St. Laurant suit after that comment was one you’d never forget. 

“Yeah, this has got to be some mistake.” Harry butted in, eyeing you a little as he stepped forward to stand way too close to your side. 

He wasn’t happy with sharing a room with you either. As much as he loved to push your buttons, your snippy attitude and eye rolls got him so fucking annoyed he couldn’t stand the idea of being stuck in the same room as you all weekend.

You were just so… uptight. Always dressed without a hair out of place and way too organised. Your desk was some neat freak’s dream. Every pen had a place, every paper was perfectly aligned. Your folders were ordered just so and he once saw your computer files and wanted to gouge his eyes out at how every document had a number or code to file them like the folders themselves weren’t organised enough. 

You were never late and never nice to him and it irked him up the damn wall. You were practically best friends with everyone else in the office yet when it came to him you could barely look at him let alone have a conversation.

Harry could admit that he hated the fact you didn’t like him above all your other dislikeable qualities. Being organised (albeit in a borderline obsessive way) could be a positive if you ever smiled at him instead of just glaring anytime he was in your line of vision.

“Ugh, don’t act like it would be so terrible to room with me.” you spat, rolling your eyes at Harry’s irritation. You crossed your arms over your chest, tired and grumpy from your flight and just wanting to nap before your company dinner tonight. “At least I’d keep it clean, you, however, would probably spread mono just by putting your toothbrush near mine” 

He inhaled a sharp breath, his jaw tense like he wanted to say something but decided not to. Sometimes he wished he could just shut your mouth for you, so you’d give him a little peace and quiet for once in your existence. 

Harry could think of a few ways to stuff that pretty mouth of yours. Unfortunately for you, he preferred the more obedient type in bed, and he had a pretty good idea that you liked to run your mouth in the bedroom as well as out. 

He wasn’t one to like a brat. He preferred a good submissive boy or girl. Though… maybe if you let him fuck you, you’d stop acting like you had a stick up your ass. 

“Ignore her.” Harry ignored your comment and spoke to the guy instead, flashing a dashing smile on his lips. “She’s a bit sensitive this time of month… if you know what I mean” he alluded, looking at you briefly and appearing ecstatic at the irritation on your face. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Oh I am going to slap your stupid-” you started, getting too riled up too fast. A period joke? Really? 

“I’m really sorry!” the hotel clerk jumped in, clearly panicked by you two bickering. “It definitely is a mistake on our part and I’m more than happy to refund you for the extra room and offer you some bar vouchers for the trouble”

“Look…” Harry looked down to the name badge pinned to the clerk’s chest, “Richard, that is a kind offer but what I’d really like is another room. So how much is it?” he patted his jacket pockets and then his jeans back pockets to find his wallet, fishing it out in preparation to just fork out however much it would cost.

He’d just send the invoice to your boss and get him to pay him back later. It wasn’t a big deal really, as long as you two got your own rooms. Maybe he’d even get upgraded and you could have the sucky, bare minimum room your company decided was good enough. 

Your irritating personality wasn’t the only reason Harry wanted his own space. A company-paid trip interstate to a fancy hotel meant an equally as fancy bar, and some poor lonely gorgeous man or woman needing someone to take their mind off whatever problems they had. Harry could be that person, in fact, he loved to be that person.

He loved to be the distraction, the fantasy, the man whose face would be plagued in wet dreams and whose name would be threatening to spill instead of whoever they decided to sleep with after him. He liked to be an infection in his partner’s mind, to fuck them so good they’d never find someone else who satisfied them like he did. 

And he couldn't really be a wet dream with you hanging around like a wet sock, could he? 

For the first time since you met Harry, you actually agreed with something he said. “Yeah…” you trailed off, glaring at him. “What he said. How much is it, even for an upgrade?” 

“Oh um, I don’t think you two are understanding me. There are no rooms available for this weekend.” Richard seemed a little nervous now, clearly reading the irritated vibe you two were giving off.

“None?” you blinked, shocked and also a little panicked as the reality of the situation started to sink in.

“None at all? Like not even the presidential suite?” Harry gaped, also surprised.

“Like you could afford the presidential suite on your salary” you scoffed, looking away. He did that sharp intake again and you found yourself smiling a little in satisfaction. 

“Yes. None at all. We’re hosting a conference this weekend so we’re fully booked… or, double booked, unfortunately.” 

“We know, Richard. We’re going to the damn conference” you snapped, sighing and running your fingers through your hair before rubbing your eyes. “So what are we meant to do, find another hotel?” 

“I don’t think that’ll be possible either, ma’am,” Richard responded apologetically. 

“Ma’am” Harry snorted under his breath while shaking his head, making you let out a huff. 

“Why?”

“There’s a big concert this weekend at the same time, between that and the country-wide conference, all the other hotels will be booked out as well. You could try Motel 6?” he offered a friendly smile, too friendly… like he was actually enjoying your misery.

“I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I’m not going to Motel 6” Harry turned to you like he was expecting you to go to Motel 6. 

“I’m not going to Motel 6! I’ll probably get kidnapped then trafficked!” you exclaimed, shivering at the thought of being in a dingey motel like that. You’ve seen criminal minds, like four times and no one staying in a Motel 6 ever leaves alive. “Have you seen criminal minds, Harry?”

“I have” he responded, almost proudly. “You’d probably be safe anyway, sweetheart. They’d see your ass and want you, but after you open your mouth they’d return you and pay the police to keep you away from them” he grinned, winking. 

That time you actually did slap his arm, but nowhere near as hard as he deserved.

“So… would you two like one key or two?” Richard asked, interrupting again. 

“Two.” you responded quickly so Harry wouldn’t jump in before you “And I need double bar vouchers”

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“You better not snore” you walked ahead of him, trying to beat Harry to the door of your shared hotel room. 

This was going to be a weekend from hell, you already knew it. But your two bar vouchers were safe in your pocket and you planned to use both up to their full advantage. Hopefully, there’s a happy hour. You prayed for a happy hour. 

“I should be the one saying that” Harry chuckled, “With your perfect clothes and perfect hair and I’m sure you’ve organised your suitcase perfectly, a little imperfection would do you good” 

“It will honestly be a miracle if I don’t kill you before this trip is over.” You shook your head, inserting the key into the reader then pushing the door open once it unlocked. 

“Or maybe little miss perfect is a sleepwalker, wouldn’t that be hilarious” he laughed to himself and followed you in, barely catching the door as you let it nearly slam shut onto him. There was no way you were holding it open for him. 

“Yeah, just fucking hila-oh fuck off.” Your eyes widened when you got past the bathroom door to the main area of the suite, your eyes widened at the sight before you and you stopped right in the middle of the small hall. “Oh god no this can’t be happening”

“What? What-oh. Oh, this is fantastic!” Harry laughed loudly, pushing past you with his bag and dumping it on the bed before he collapsed backwards onto it. 

One bed. There was one queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. 

You didn’t know why the possibility of having to share a bed didn’t cross your mind before, but you kinda just assumed that it would be two single beds. And now that you not only had to share a room but a bed with Harry? You wanted the ground to swallow you up. 

“God hates me. He hates me” you muttered to yourself, forcing yourself to move forwards and set your bag neatly in the corner of the room.

“I bet you're loving this, aren’t you sweetheart? Can’t wait to share a bed with me, can you? Get all cuddled up and close” Harry taunted, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you open your bag. 

You really did have a nice ass. Seeing you bent over your bag like that was almost riling Harry up. Almost. If your ass wasn’t attached to such a painful and vanilla woman he might’ve tried to take advantage of the bed situation.

Alas, looks like he was just going to have to go to his conquest’s hotel room tonight. After the company dinner, he planned to take his bar voucher and find someone pretty to be inside by the end of the night. It was a solid plan, he thought. 

“Hah!” you laughed bitterly, focused on getting some comfy clothes and your toiletry bag out of your small suitcase. You needed a shower as soon as possible then a good hour or two nap before you’d have to get ready for dinner. “Like you think I’m actually sharing the bed with you l. You’re going on the floor” 

“Yeah right” Harry snorted. “There’s no way I’m sacrificing my sleep and my back for you. We’re both adults, we can share without getting inappropriate”

“Harry” you sighed, standing up straight and turning to face him. You took a few steps forward and his eyes dragged over you in curiosity. “I would rather gouge my eyes out than have sex with you. Just so we’re clear” you flashed a fake smile then stormed to the bathroom before shutting and locking the door.

By the time you got out of the shower, Harry was gone. His travelling clothes were thrown on the bed and he left his bag open. On top of the bag was a box of condoms, open and a couple clearly missing. 

Gross. Ugh, you hoped whatever woman with exceptionally poor taste kept him all night, or all weekend more like it. If he only made it back to change you’d be happy as anything. 

The fact that he brought condoms in the first place was uncomfortable, even more that he left them on top of his bag like some presentation to prove he had sex or something. You could’ve been reading into it, but something told you he was just trying to weasel his way into your head. 

Fucker.

You went and closed the curtains, preparing the room for your nap before heading back to bed. You didn’t really want to touch Harry’s clothes, knowing they had been on his body but he conveniently dumped them right in the middle of the bed. 

There was no way you were contorting your body and having an uncomfortable sleep because of his stupid clothes. So you used the decorative pillow to push them to the side of the bed so you could have room to sleep properly.

Once you climbed in bed though, that exhaustion you had suddenly disappeared and you were wide awake. Because all you could smell was Harry. His cologne was fresh with a hint of spice, a deep seductive smell that you liked way too much.

There were only two qualities you liked about Harry, or rather, hate that you liked. His appearance was annoyingly one of them because unfortunately for you, Harry Styles was probably one of the most attractive people you had ever seen. Possibly one of the most attractive men on the planet. 

The downside of that was that he knew it and it only fed into his giant ego when all he had to do was flash a little smile or run his hand through his luscious hair and he could get basically whatever he wanted. Superiority complex? Check.

The other quality that you hated that you liked, was how he smelt. He was one of those men you got a whiff of when they walked by but in a delicious and arousing way. Harry smelt like sex on legs, like a man you just wanted to ravage.

So the room was already full of his cologne, and the bedding was saturated in it from when he laid down earlier. It was distracting and worse of all, it had a heartbeat growing between your legs.

You shuffled around a bit, squeezing and shifting your legs and groaning when you couldn't settle because all you could think about was Harry’s mouth and his neck and what that gorgeous cologne would taste like on his skin. Probably alcohol, but it was nice to imagine that his skin tasted as good as he smelt. 

Nice… it was nice to imagine? No, it was fucking irritating. Because now you were horny, uncomfortably horny and to the thought of one of your least favourite people on the planet.

A drink. A drink is exactly what you needed.

No napping could save you and you refused to touch yourself in the same bed you’d have to share with the object of your desires. 

So you got up and started getting dressed instead, both for the luxurious bar downstairs and your work dinner later tonight. A few drinks would seriously take the edge off and hopefully get rid of the wetness between your legs.

It was a casual work dinner, at least casual in the sense you didn’t have to dress business professional for it. Everyone from your office invited to the conference was meeting at one of the nice restaurants at the casino attached to the hotel for drinks and dinner before the conference started in the morning.

It was an opportunity to relax and unwind, and to dress up for the first time in a while. Unfortunately, your good work friends weren’t on the trip, which would’ve helped avoid this whole room mess. But there were other women who you were friendly with, not exceptionally close, but enough to coordinate outfits and see what the vibe would be.

You went with a short strapless dress, black and a-line with a leather blazer that you’d put on for dinner after you had a few drinks. It was still a work dinner after all and showing off your legs was enough. 

After doing some makeup and grabbing your bag, you went searching for your drink vouchers. You left them on the bedside table, two perfectly useable vouchers that had your name written on them. Not literally, but they were yours.

Yet when you looked there, they were nowhere to be seen. 

“They were right here!” you groaned, looking over to the other bedside table to see if you mixed up the tables. But no, you were sure you left them there. 

After looking all over the room, there was no other explanation as to where they had gone except in the back pocket of that slimy motherfucker whose stuff he left all over your bed. Oh, now you were pissed. Harry could steal your bed and infect your room with his cologne, but your drinks vouchers? 

That fucker had two of his own, $100s worth between the vouchers just like you had. So now he was prancing around the hotel with $200s worth of free drinks to get his dick sucked? Not on your watch.

You were in the lift before you knew it and as soon as you reached the bar floor you were on a mission to find that son of a bitch. You heard his laugh before you saw him, which made it easy to spot him sitting at the bar beside a gorgeous blonde with that dashing smile on his mouth. 

He was working way too hard and she was liking him way too much. There were two drinks on the bar behind them and the sight made your blood boil way too much. Those drinks were paid with your voucher, you fucking knew it.

“You gave me mono, you asshole!” you exclaimed once you were in earshot, both Harry and his date immediately looking at you. Harry’s eyes were wide and he looked pissed, while the girl just looked shocked. “Look, I wouldn’t be a gal's gal if I didn’t save you from making a huge mistake” you addressed the girl, “I slept with him and now I have mono and I’d hate for you to be next. He’s a walking STD” then you brought your fist up to your mouth and faked a cough, “See? Mono.” 

She looked disgusted, “Asshole” she spat at him before giving you a thankful nod and storming away from the two of you. 

“What the fuck, y/n!?” 

“Was this drink bought with my drink voucher?” you asked with a smile, cocking your head while sliding into the chair the blonde had been inhabiting. You stirred her unfinished drink with the straw and shoved your bag and jacket onto your lap, looking at him expectantly. 

Except he was just staring at you, eyes dark as he scanned your body. It had you shifting in your chair. His gaze was almost seductive and hot. Your body was warming up and you weren’t sure how to deal with his attention like this. 

The moment you sat down Harry’s anger disappeared completely. Because… well fuck. That dress was doing something for you, a lot for you actually. And your hair was down and all wavy, your eyes dark with shadow and you had this lipgloss on that made your lips look so irresistible he had this sudden craving to shut you up with his mouth instead of his dick.

And your legs… when he angled his head just right he could see past the jacket on your lap and all the way up your outer thigh to where your dress was barely covering anything. 

This outfit made all your irritating qualities suddenly disappear into thin air. He was pissed you sabotaged a hookup that was going marvellously, but seeing you look like that? Well, maybe you two would be using your bed for something other than sleeping. 

“Maybe… thought I'd have a better use for them than you did. I’m sure you’d much rather be reading some stock report than drinking and actually enjoying yourself… though, dressed like that maybe I’m wrong” he smirked, purposely cocking his head so he could see up the side of your leg. 

You shifted uncomfortably, not because you didn’t like the way he was staring at you, but because you did. It was turning you on again and you found yourself fighting the urge to down the blonde’s drink.

“You saw me ask Richard for the vouchers, you dick! And if it wasn’t for me you’d only be getting one not two. So be thankful and give them back.” You held your hand out expectedly, waiting for him to give you your vouchers so you could try and use them at the rooftop bar instead. 

You just needed to be far far away from Harry as soon as humanly possible.

“I can be thankful in another way” he suggested, leaning in a little while resting his elbow on the bar top and propping his chin up by his fist. He flashed you major flirty eyes and extended his left tattooed arm so his fingers could graze against your knee.

You jerked it away, feigning disgust to cover up your attraction to him. Though… he probably already knew. Harry had a talent of spotting people interested in him, which was most of the population. 

So yeah, the second your breath hitched at his offer he knew the door was ajarred just enough for him to wiggle his way through. 

“Don’t be disgusting. If your lovely personality wasn’t enough, who knows where your dick has been” you snapped, looking away from him.

He laughed loudly and shook his head before running his hand through his hair. “If I didn’t know you hated me, I’d think you were flirting” 

You couldn’t lie, that was a bit funny. A smile quirked at your lips, but you quickly covered it up with a straight face and a little cough. “Ah! I saw that” he pointed, happy that he got you to crack. Maybe you only had a small stick up your ass instead of a foot long one like he thought. 

“Just give me the vouchers Harry. So we can go our separate ways until we’re forced to go to dinner together.” You held your hand out, but he made no effort to dig out the vouchers from his pocket.

After a few moments of silence he spoke up, “How about a drink instead? My shout?” then he got the vouchers from his pocket, all three since he already used one, and slammed them on the bar. 

That fucker. 

Still… you couldn’t help but be curious about his suggestion. 

“Fine, one drink”

//

“So, do you really hate me?” Harry asked, nursing his third drink of the night. He picked whiskey, something he could sip on that wouldn’t get him too dizzy. He wanted to be happy, not sloshed. Besides… he was still thinking about parting your pretty legs and he couldn’t do that if he was intoxicated. 

“Hah! That’s funny, you’re funny. Are you seriously asking me that question?” you laughed, sipping your drink.

“Yes I’m seriously asking you that question. You seem to love everyone in the office except me, why is that?” he cocked his head and seemed to be genuine in his question. Though, you didn’t know why he cared whether you liked him or not.

“Harry, your ego is the size of the moon and you are single handedly the most arrogant man I have ever met. Your attitude is poor and you expect everyone to worship the ground you walk on just because you have a pretty face. So yeah, maybe I don’t like you. But not everyone has to like you” you shrugged. Your tone wasn’t vicious or cruel, you were just being honest. 

“You’re not exactly a ray of sunshine yourself, y/n.” he replied dryly, getting irritated again. That urge to shut your pretty mouth built up in him again, but this time he wanted you to choke a little while he did it. 

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” you exclaimed, feeling a little insulted at his insinuation. You were a huge fucking ray of sunshine thank you very much, to everyone but him.

“You’re bossy, uptight and have control issues. You’re suspiciously way too put together so you definitely have daddy issues or some unresolved childhood trauma that makes you act like you have a stick up your ass” he flashed a fake smile, but it was barely there before you slapped him hard against the face. 

You were shocked at your own actions and quickly stood up, staring between him and your hand with wide eyes. Everyone in the bar looked at you two and the security guard was walking fast towards you. 

“I-” 

“I didn’t mean half of that” Harry piped up, completely unphased by your slap. But he was phased by the angry-looking security guard definitely walking over to you to kick you out. “But we need to go. Now”

He grabbed the remaining drink voucher off the bar then grabbed your hand, pulling you after him as he started jogging out the other bar entrance into the casino. 

“What are you doing!?” You hissed, running with him because you didn’t really have a choice, nor did you want to get caught by that security guard. 

“Making sure you don’t get us kicked out of this hotel! We’re in the same room, remember? You get kicked out, I get kicked out” he said over his shoulder, ducking around a slot machine. You yelped and ducked too, looking over your own shoulder to see the security guard gone. 

“Okay, okay! He’s gone!” You yelped, pulling free from him and stopping. You panted and pressed your hands to your knees. Harry stopped as well and noted your position, immediately stepping behind you. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure no one sees your ass. Your dress is short and you don’t seem to care one bit” he breathed, feeling a bit breathless himself. Oh… that was kinda nice? Kinda. 

“Please, like you care” you panted, “you only ran away to save yourself” 

“And you! I could’ve left you there, sweetheart. Start acting thankful” he mocked your words from before which made you shoot up and face him. 

“God you are just such hard work, Harry!” 

“So are you.” He stepped closer, challenging you with his eye contact. “You know maybe I did mean some of the shit I said.” He stepped even closer, so close his chest brushed to yours and you were forced to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact. You could feel his breath fan your face, and despite how angry he seemed, you couldn’t help but get turned on at his clenched jaw and hazy eyes. 

“You are uptight and have control issues.” He spat every word and your breath got caught in your chest at his tone. You hated being spoken down to and it made you grow hot quickly, feeling a little embarrassed and angry at his opinion of you. “You could at least say thank you for saving your ass, but no. Because it was my idea to run away and not yours, you don’t care.”

The tension was growing, like the anger you both held towards each other was morphing into something else. 

“Is that what this is then? Your poor little ego being bruised by an uptight control freak not getting on her knees to thank you? Are you that obsessed with me that you need my valida-” 

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before he was cupping your jaw with both hands and his mouth was kissing yours. You were stunned at first, shocked that Harry fucking Styles was kissing you. 

But after that initial shock, you kissed back. And oh fuck was it a good kiss. With one hand keeping your jacket to your chest, the other fisted his tank while you got up a little on your tippy toes to deepen it. 

Harry’s mouth moved expertly and so hot you could’ve cried. His large hands were cupping your jaw then one started sliding lower until it was loosely wrapped around the front. Oh did that action have you whimpering. 

“Just shut up, y/n. Please for the love of God, shut. up.” He groaned, breaking the kiss and looking at you darkly. His eyes were blown with lust and his lips were already swollen. What you’d give to have him give you that same look from between your legs. 

“Make… me” you challenged, releasing his tank then running your hand up his chest to the cross necklace. You fiddled with it, waiting for him to respond. 

“Challenge accepted” he smirked. 

Then he grabbed your hand and dragged you around the place again. He walked with purpose, straight to the lift up to your floor and suite. 

The moment you were in the confines of your suite, Harry’s hands were back on your face and you two were kissing like it would somehow make all your anger towards each other disappear. You were tugging off his blazer and he was grabbing yours and your bag and shoving it to the floor. 

His hands roamed your body, grabbing your hips and your waist and everywhere he could while you two messily walked backwards into the room. 

“Oh my god!” He gasped, in shock when his eyes opened and he looked at the room. 

You were in the middle of tugging his tank top out of his pants to get him naked. You were already having a field day with his arms on display, all tatted and muscly. His bicep honestly looked like the perfect necklace and you wanted him to wrap his entire arm around your neck. 

You had never seen all his tattoos before. You saw a few peeking out of his dress shirts, but never completely bare and delicious. Those two swallows showcased by his slutty little tank top were making you feral.

And for a work dinner too? What did he wear on a date or just in his everyday life? With a little tug, his whole nipple was exposed. Did he go bare tits on the daily? 

But then he gasped and it gave you a bit of a fright, immediately thinking someone broke in and stole stuff or ransacked the place. 

“What? What!?” You turned around quickly, looking around the room in a panic but seeing nothing out of the ordinary. “What are you talking about?”

“The mess! Look at your makeup everywhere, y/n. Could you not have cleaned up after? And here I thought you were ocd about cleanliness” He was just egging you on and trying to get a rise out of you and when you turned to slap his chest he had the cheekiest expression on his face. 

“God, we’re literally about to have sex and you’re still pissing me off!” You groaned, but your hand never landed because he caught your wrist before it could. 

“Oh, we’re about to have sex? Since when?” He acted shocked and you were about to walk out of the hotel room. 

“Harry I swear to God” 

“I just love seeing you all riled up, sweetheart. It’s fucking hot, to be honest” he grinned, letting go of your wrist to grab onto the hem of your dress. 

“Is that why you act like a child on a daily basis?” You asked, lifting your arms up so he could pull your dress off. You didn’t wear a bra because your dress was tight enough to provide support to your boobs. 

Being stood there like that… in only your underwear and heels while he was still fully clothed was like being a sacrificial lamb to a lion. His gaze was deep and hungry and he lazily dragged his eyes over your body like he was trying to memorise every inch of it. 

You wore this tiny little black lace g-string that made his mouth water and your breasts were just so fucking pretty he wanted to grab them and run his mouth all over them. Your nipples were hard from arousal, and if he looked close enough your underwear was soaked through with it too. 

And at the beginning of the day, he thought you’d be the wet sock to ruin his wet dream. Yet he was completely wrong. You were a wet dream personified, and he was a happy participant. 

“It’s one of my many motives…” he mumbled, almost like he didn’t care about this little rivalry between you two. “Jesus Christ, y/n” he cursed, grabbing your waist and pulling you forward to kiss you again. He wrapped his arms around your body and you wrapped yours around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging hard enough to make him moan. 

“Y’know, that slap of yours was kinda hot” he spoke between kisses, grabbing your hips and walking you backwards to the bed. 

“Yeah? I can slap you again? Maybe knock a few teeth out” you suggested, pulling his tank top off with a little help from him. Your eyes landed straight on his abs, chiseled and littered with dark hairs that made you want to scream. Then your eyes went lower to his hard cock, long and thick through his pants. God did you just want him to fuck you so hard with it you couldn’t walk straight after. “Could slap you here… make it hurt?”

You made eye contact again and grabbed him through his pants, eliciting a hiss as the back of your legs hit the bed. “I thought you were this sweet little vanilla girl. That’s not it at all, is it?” he rose a brow then 

grabbed the front of your neck and pushed you gently, making you fall back onto the bed and support yourself with your hands. 

Harry figured you were a brat, but more in a mouthy ‘I hate you’ kinda way, not in a kinky way. But with the way you were acting, your little miss perfect routine seemed to just be the surface of your personality.

“If you think I’m gonna call you Daddy, you’re delusional.” You stuck your leg out, pressing your heeled foot to the centre of his abs. 

He looked down and grabbed your ankle, his touch soft enough to send shivers down your spine. It was like your entire body reacted to him. His smell, his stare, his touch. It all drove you absolutely wild. 

“Sir?” he smirked, removing your heel while sliding his other hand up your calf. You were quick to change feet, pressing your other to his chest instead. 

“No chance. You gonna call me Mommy? Since you seem to crave my validation?” you ran your tongue over your teeth, gasping when he dropped your leg and grabbed your neck roughly. This time he dug his fingers a little into the sides of your esophagus, making a euphoric woozy feeling float into your brain.

“What I’m going to do is shut you up like I was challenged to” he leaned in and pulled you closer at the same time, making you sit up straighter. “Now get on your knees, sweetheart.”

He pressed a firm kiss on your mouth then pushed you back so he could undo the button of his pants and remove them. You did as instructed and got on your knees on the bed, scooching back so you had room to bend down and reach his dick. 

You were quite excited to be honest, but you didn’t want him to know that. 

“I hate when you call me that” you muttered, sitting back on your feet. 

Harry kicked his shoes off then tucked his thumbs into his dress pants and underwear, shoving them down until they fell to the floor. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, all hard and heavy. Fuck. He was trimmed at the base and his cock was angrily pink at the tip, like it was painful in the confines of his pants. 

His comment about wanting a second dick to please more women made sense now, unfortunately. As cocky as it was, he really did have a pretty cock, one you actually wanted to taste and please and bring down your throat. 

“You shouldn’t have told me that, sweetheart. Now I’m gonna have to use it all the time” he gathered your hair and grabbed it in a ponytail, guiding your mouth to his. He kissed you firmly before tugging your hair back so it broke and he was staring right at you. “Now are you gonna be a good girl f’me and suck my cock?”

“You wish.” You scoffed, letting him guide you down towards his cock. He wasn’t pushing or being rough, just giving you space to move in his grip. “I’m only sucking you off because I want to, not because you’re asking me to” 

You spat into your hand then wrapped it around his base, eliciting a throaty groan that made you satisfied that he was so easy to please. Men usually were. The moan was like music to your ears too, and you just wanted to make more of them. 

“You really are revealing all sorts of things tonight, y/n. Saying that you like my pet name for you… admitting that you want to suck me-fuck…” he cursed, mouth gaping when you licked a stripe up the underside of his length then swirled your tongue around his tip. “…off”

“Mhmm” you replied, bringing his cock halfway into your mouth so he’d whimper a little before pulling back. “But I also distinctly remember you threatening to shut me up. You’re talking too much for that to happen” you grinned before flicking your tongue along his slit. You maintained eye contact the whole time, moaning a little at the taste of his pre-cum. 

“I did, didn’t I?” he smirked, gripping your hair tighter and making you whimper at the pain. But you liked it, that tight almost burning feeling on your scalp. “Keep your mouth open.”

He tucked his thumb into your chin and dragged it open, but said nothing else before sliding his cock as deep as he could go until you gagged at how fast he moved. “Not so chatty now, are you sweetheart?”

Harry didn’t give you an opportunity to reply before he was using your head to start thrusting into your mouth. You relaxed as much as you could, eyes closed as tears pricked while you grabbed onto his thighs hard. Your fingers dug into his skin, trying to ground yourself at the sting in the back of your throat. 

But you loved it. 

His noises of pleasure, whimpers, grunts and moans all mixing together was making your head spin. You never thought you’d enjoy what came out of Harry’s mouth, ever. But his moans and dirty talk just itched your brain in the most perfect way and turned you on even more than you already were. 

“You’re so much prettier when you can’t talk, sweetheart. Look so fucking good choking on my cock” he smirked, looking down at you with parted lips and this dark expression in his eyes. 

His abs were contracting and his jaw was tense. He looked mean and cocky and that look of pleasure laced in his expression was killing you. He really was an insanely attractive man. 

It was a bit unfair really. 

You pulled off quickly, panting and smiling up at him while tapping the head of his cock to your stuck out tongue. “I’m not choking yet, maybe your dick isn’t as impressive as you thought it was” it was a teasing comment, one that had anger flash across his face. 

“You’re gonna regret that” 

Then his thumb was tucked into your mouth and forcing it open. He slid his cock right in, forcing down into your throat and thrusting back and forth at a cruel pace. Now you were definitely choking. It was deep and made you feel so full and dizzy your head was spinning. It was a light-headed feeling like nothing else.

The sight of you with makeup running down your face and saliva dripping down onto the bed below that pretty mouth of yours was making him go crazy. He got sick satisfaction from seeing you all stuffed up with his cock, especially when you couldn’t talk back and show off your irritating personality. 

You swallowed around him with purpose, contracting your throat in a way that had him hissing and his thighs shaking like you were sucking the literal soul out of him. 

“Fucking Jesus! Gonna make me cum if you keep doing that” he cursed, which only made you do it again. “Y/n” he warned, pulling your head back so his cock slipped from your mouth. 

“And here I thought you’d be jumping at the chance to cum in my mouth” you smiled, voice a bit rusty. You barely had the chance to wipe the saliva from your face with the back of your hand before he was roughly tugging your head back up to kiss you. 

“I’m sick of trying to shut you up. Clearly nothing works on a brat like you” he snapped, nipping his way down your jaw until he found a spot that he liked and began sucking a mark there. 

You whimpered and scratched your nails against his abs. There was no room to wiggle. His hand was fisted tight in the back of your head and he was creating dizzying pain on your neck. It was a situation where you could only move forward to the bite or his mouth or backward into the grip of his hand. 

You were trapped. Yet so wet and tingly between your legs you had to squeeze your legs together to get some stimulation. Any stimulation. Giving him head was enough to get you going, but now that he was making it hurt you were getting incredibly desperate. 

“Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough” you gasped. 

“No. I think a brat like you just needs to be fucked like a whore to set her straight. That’s all” he said it so matter of factly you almost forgot your own name. Then he was kissing you again, seemingly satisfied with the hickey he created at the base of your neck. “Turn around.” 

He grabbed your ass and slapped it hard then finally let you go, giving you the opportunity to turn around. “I’m going to slap you when we’re done for calling me a whore” you warned, yelping a little when he pressed your face into the duvet by the back of your head. Your ass was sticking up now and your whole body was tense in anticipation of what he’d do. 

You were going to slap him because there were probably hundreds of reasons to slap him. Though, him calling you a whore wasn’t actually one of them. Because being degraded turned you on. If anything, you needed to slap yourself for liking it so much. 

“Sorry. I’ll correct that. My whore. I’ll fuck you like my whore” you could practically hear the smirk in his tone and it sent a shiver through your body when he ran his hands down your back to your hips. His hands were hot but his rings provided cool relief from his burning touch. 

“Like I’ll ever be your anything.” You scoffed, tensing as he pressed a kiss to your ass. He ran his mouth along the small string of your g-string and followed it as he began tugging it down roughly, like he would’ve torn it off if he could’ve. 

“You’ll be thinking differently once I’ve ruined every other fucking man on the planet for you” 

He grinned against your ass then pulled your underwear completely off. Once they were discarded somewhere in the room, he pulled apart your ass cheeks and groaned at the sight. 

You were just so fucking pretty and wet and he wasted no time dragging his fingers through your folds before sliding one into you. It had you gasping a little, especially when he found your g-spot with ease. 

He couldn’t resist tasting you either, immediately licking on your very inner thighs to taste your arousal that soaked all the way through your underwear. He moaned a little at the taste then headed straight for your clit, flicking his tongue against it experimentally before properly wrapping his lips around it. 

The feeling had you moaning loudly into the mattress and fisting the duvet in your hands. He just seemed to know exactly what he was doing right away and accompanied his mouth with an extra finger at your entrance. The cool of his rings had you shivering, but it only added to the pleasure you were experiencing. 

“You taste so damn good, sweetheart. Could eat your pretty pussy for days” Harry moaned appreciatively, kneading your ass in his hand while his fingers worked against your g-spot. 

Harry ate pussy like it was his favourite meal. He was sloppy and messy and sucked your clit just right. And he was fingering you too good to even be real. His cock wasn’t even near you yet and your whole body was already vibrating with pleasure. 

“Feel good, y/n? Tell me. Say it” he wanted to hear you succumb to his pleasure. To finally give in and just admit that you liked at least one thing about him. Maybe even beg. 

Harry would pay to hear you beg. 

“How about you shut up for once and get back to what you’re half decent at” you groaned, reaching behind for his head to try and guide him back. He laughed and shoved your hand away, pressing it down to the bed beside you. 

“Half decent?” He flicked his tongue against your clit, so fast it had you squirming back to try and reach for more. “I’d say I’m better than half decent, wouldn’t you?” 

Then he wrapped those pink lips of his around your clit and sucked. He sucked and nibbled and fucked his fingers right into your g-spot all at the same time until you were gasping his name. 

You moaned it loudly as you came, not bothering to give warning because frankly, he didn’t deserve it. You, however, deserved an orgasm and he happily drew you through the entire thing. 

“Still only half decent?”

Now he was itching for praise. For something other than an insult or a halfway compliment that seemed to just irritate him rather than make him feel good. He couldn’t lie, you were possibly the only person on the planet who managed to bruise his ego. 

And if he didn’t get any actual praise for his skills by the end of the night, he would make it his personal mission to get you in his bed as many times as possible to get it. Though, Harry was confident in his ability to please a woman, so he was sure that wouldn’t be necessary. 

But having sex wasn’t done for necessity, was it? It was done for a little fun, or to sate a desire or in your case… to fuck the attitude away. 

“Yes” you breathed, panting into the bed and still trying to get a rise out of him. 

Harry let out a huff of frustration and licked his fingers clean of you before spanking you once. Then he got off the bed quickly to grab one of the condoms he stashed in the pocket of his pants. He was back on the bed barely a minute later, cock sheathed in a condom and kneeling behind you while just kneading your ass in his hands. You were clenching around nothing at his touch and he could see it. It drove him fucking crazy. 

“Maybe if you fuck me right, I’ll put it up to decent” you panted, pushing back into his touch. 

You were a bit desperate for him, you couldn’t lie. But you weren’t willing to beg for it. The thought of begging Harry Styles was so revolting, it almost turned you off. 

Almost. Because he was right behind you and was now guiding his cock right to your entrance. How could you get turned off when he was about to fuck you? 

“Once I fuck you right you’ll be praising me like Jesus himself” 

You didn’t get a chance to correct him or throw something about his ego back before he was pushing inside of you. He did it in all one go, then without warning or giving you time to adjust he just started fucking you. 

“Oh fucking-Harry!” You cried out, a dull pain pulsing through your core. But that pain was barely noticeable with the way he was driving into you. His cock was long and thick and he hit your g-spot so hard and fast you were practically sobbing into the bedding. 

“There it is. There’s that pretty moan of yours. Bet I can get it louder” he gloated, grabbing your wrists and pulling them towards your back. Your face smushed harder into the bedding, but you couldn’t care when he grabbed your wrists and used them for leverage to fuck you.   

“Feel so fucking good, y/n. We should’ve done this way sooner” he groaned, slapping your ass and tipping his head back at how wet and tight you were around him. His hips were snapping hard against yours, the sound echoing through the hotel room. But it was only muffled beneath your uncontrollable whines and Harry’s own moans.

His grip on your wrists was tight and a bit painful, but the dominance and control of it all had your head spinning so you didn’t care one bit. The pain only made the experience more pleasurable. With every spank and degradation, you were inching closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night.

At least Harry actually knew how to please a girl and wasn’t just making things up for the last two years that you knew him. 

The pleasure was dizzying. The rate and force he was pummelling into you had your brain going completely numb. There were no thoughts in there anymore, not even any witty comebacks that you could throw at him. It was just empty and overwhelmed and only focused on Harry all at the same time. 

“Fuck” he muttered, his cock slipping out of you with a distinct wet sound. It was covered in your cream and arousal and you were just so beyond wet Harry could barely see straight. 

He slid into you again, but then his cock slipped out for the second time and he grew frustrated. Harry didn’t want to slow down, so a change of position seemed like the best thing to do. 

He suddenly let go of your arms but was quick to slide his hand between your neck and the bedding and pull your head back by wrapping your throat in the crease of his elbow. He helped you up until your back was to his chest, one hand on your hip for stabilisation while he basically choked you with his other arm. 

The new position had you choking on your own breath and grabbing onto his forearm in reflex. It was just so much deeper and made his cock feel like it was stretching you out so much further. With his mouth pressed to your ear whispering filthy words too… you were losing it. 

“Touch your clit for me, won’t you sweetheart? Wanna feel your sweet little pussy come around me” he encouraged, grabbing your hand and forcing it down until your fingers were pressed to your clit.

“Fuck” you gasped, thighs shaking as you began rubbing little circles over your clit. Your whole body was becoming overwhelmed with sensations yet you loved every second of it. 

“Fuck is right isn't it?” he chuckled, “I just fuck you so good don’t I? So good all you can do is moan and swear and squeeze that tight cunt around me like I own it. Like I own your pleasure, control your pleasure. No man or woman will ever make you feel like this again, I can guarantee it”

“Fuck you and f-fuck your s-stupid dick” you tried to say it confidently, but you were so fucked out that it just sounded sad. It was a pathetic attempt at regaining control and you both knew it. 

“Can’t even talk can you, because you know the truth. I fuck you good and you love it”

You hated him. Truly. Because he was right. 

He wasn’t just ‘half decent’, or even ‘decent’, he was fucking incredible. So incredible, it barely took two more minutes before you were feeling your orgasm start to build up inside again. 

“Oh I can feel it already, sweetheart. Can feel your pretty little pussy squeezing around me. You gonna cum already?” 

“Uhuh, oh God. Yes!” You cried, hand shaking as you tried to bring yourself to another orgasm.

And Harry just encouraged it. He whispered encouragements in your ear and just fucked you so damn good you were crying out his name for the second time tonight. 

“That’s it. Good fucking girl, fucking-Jesus fuck”

He finished soon after, stilling inside you and holding you close before he pulled out and guided you both down to the bed. You just laid there panting. Both naked and staring at the ceiling like neither of you could believe what just happened. 

It was like there was this moment of clarity once you two got over your highs, like that post-orgasm clarity kicked in and you were suddenly regretting everything that just happened. Harry got up at some point to discard his condom then came straight back and laid down beside you still stark naked.

Harry clearly didn’t care about his body, which was fine considering it was basically perfect. You, however, were suddenly feeling way too vulnerable being naked beside him. 

“That was a mistake” you breathed, getting up quickly to find where your clothes were thrown around the room. 

It was hard to find anything when Harry’s bag had been kicked off the bed at some point and his clothes were strewn across the room, but you managed to find your dress first, so you headed there and tried to control the slight limp in your walking on the way.

That fucker. Fuck him and fuck his stupid dick. 

“I’m not feeling very regretful. Feel quite satisfied actually” Harry hummed, tucking one hand under his head while the other rubbed his belly. “I’m quite hungry though. How do you feel about a cheeseburger?”

“A cheeseburger? A cheeseburger!? You’re fucking ridiculous!” you exclaimed, “We have dinner booked in-where is my phone?” you muttered to yourself, spotting your bag and blazer near the door and beelining for it so you could check the time. “We have dinner booked in… oh great. An hour ago.”

Your phone was littered with calls and texts of concern, some from your boss and others from your coworkers. It sent a huge hit of panic through you, even more when you turned your phone off and caught sight of your ruined makeup in the reflection of the black screen.

Great… just great. 

You let out a loud groan while Harry just looked at you amused, still butt fucking naked. He seemed to be keenly interested in the room service menu, flicking through like you didn’t have a reservation booked somewhere.

You were an hour late, yes. But it was dinner and drinks so maybe you could still make it? 

“What are you doing!? Get up! It’ll take five minutes for me to fix my makeup then hopefully they’re still on drinks and appetisers. We can still make it.”

Harry didn’t move though and just set the menu down on his chest. “Do you actually want to go? We’re already an hour late and this room service looks really good”

“And say what? Oh, sorry we’re late we were too busy fucking and lost track of time!?” you crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him expectedly. 

“Noo, though that would be a funny conversation wouldn’t it?” he chuckled to himself. His lack of care for the situation just bugged you even further. “Food poisoning. We got some food delivered when we got to our room and it was bad. So now you’re vomiting in a bucket and I’ve stunk out the bathroom. See? Perfect. And I’ve even given you the more ladylike food poisoning option”

You scrunched your nose at his offer and his excuse. Did you really want to spend an entire night alone with Harry? 

“Come onnn y/n. We’ve tasted each other’s genitals, I’m sure we can share a meal without killing each other” he grinned and sat up, patting the spot beside him on the bed. The way he referred to your oral sex just made you shiver, but you knew he was just doing it to piss you off even further.

You supposed he was right… and to be honest, all you wanted to do was shower and get into pyjamas after that intense round of sex. You couldn’t think of anything worse than heading downstairs for a company dinner when Harry just fucked you and called you a whore. 

“Fine. But I call first dibs on the shower and you’re cleaning the room while I’m in there” 

“Deal” he agreed instantly, not a hint of reluctance in his tone. 

You looked at him a little suspiciously at how fast he agreed to your terms but decided to just leave it to grab some clothes and head to the bathroom. Once you were in there, a new term popped up in your head.

“Oh, and Harry? Put some fucking clothes on”

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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...?

WC: 14.6k

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.

*************

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.

************

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.

**************

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.

**************

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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P.S. if Harry shows up at the MET, just know that I manifested it through this fic 😌👀

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For the anon who wanted one in which Harry is obsessed with Y/N’s chubby cheeks!

Harry couldn’t stop touching Y/N’s face.

He loved running his fingers along her jaw, tracing it along it before pinching her cheek, squeezing the puffiness of it between his thumb and index. He loves that she had big cheeks (or chubby as she called them) and not slender, caved-in ones that girls on magazines had. Loves that her jawline had a bit of plushiness to it, cupping her cheeks with both hands and squishing them together so that she looked like a fish.

“Harry, m’tryna eat.”, she muffles through a mouthful of cereal. This was a normal morning for them; her sitting at the kitchen island (she was very happy she could afford an apartment with an island in the kitchen, she thinks they are very useful and just tie the room together) as Harry stood next to her, playing with her cheeks as she ate. He thought they were cute all the time but especially when she was eating. They looked extra puffy around mouthfuls of food, the chewing motion exciting him immensely.

“I’m not stopping you.” He massages his palms over her cheeks, rubbing in circles as he flattens out his hands. A bit of milk sputters out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin.

“I’m not stopping you”, she mimics him, although smiling as it drips down onto her breasts, the valley of them showing between her robe since it wasn’t closed all the way. She reaches for the tissue roll, about to rip one off as Harry reaches around the counter.

“I’ll get it.” He dips his head, licking right between her breasts and cleaning her up of the spilt milk. Y/N yelps, instinctively pushing her breasts together as she arches her back, squeezing his face between her tits and making him laugh. “I quite like it in here.”, his voice muffled.

Y/N giggles, pulling him by his hair so his face was level with hers again so she can kiss him. Gentle smacks are heard between little breaks in the kiss, her lips sticky from the milk. Harry can’t help himself, kissing the corners of her mouth before moving to her cheek, softly biting it and turning his head back and forth as if he were a dog with a chew-toy.

“Okay, okay, enough of that.” She stifles a laugh as Harry becomes pouty after removing his mouth from her, sitting in the seat next to her and slouching dramatically. “Budge up, eat some breakfast.”

Grabbing her cheek, he pinches it between his fingers. “I’d rather eat something else.”

Y/N flushes.