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😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 This was sooooo so good. I can’t wait for part two!

Sex Tutor

Summary: Harry's got a reputation on campus and you're curious to know if he can help you.

A/N: Requested! Thank y'all for being patient with me! Hope you enjoy! This will be 2 parts!!

Word Count: 10k

Warning: smut (oral sex), fluff, praise kink

. . .

“Yeah… that was good. I liked it.”

That wasn’t the reaction you were hoping to get. You thought Gunther would be a lot more enthusiastic after coming in your mouth and you swallowing him down. You gave it your best work. You even choked a couple of times and you did hear him moan once or twice. But that didn’t feel like enough

You wanted to ask him exactly what went wrong. Tips on what he liked and didn’t. What you could do better next time… But instead, he just smiled and kissed your cheek, avoiding your mouth because obviously kissing the lips that had just sucked his cock would be gross.

So you left his dorm feeling a little disappointed in yourself. Annoyed really. You wished you were more bold and could just ask him what he wanted, what he liked most. You complained to your roommate even. She loved giving advice so you were always venting to her.

“Well, you know there’s like this guy on campus who will walk you through that kind of thing… a sex tutor if you will. Let’s just say that he comes highly recommended. I know someone who hung out with him a few times, and she learned so much about her body and how good sex could feel without coming but he always made her come every time, and no man has ever done that to her before she told me.”

“A tutor for blow jobs?” You scrunched your face and giggled.

“Well, blow jobs and everything else really. I don’t know. He gets around and they say he’s very knowledgeable about the body and sex. I think he’s like getting his masters in sexual health or something?”

You shoved at her shoulder and laughed, “Oh my god I don’t think so. That sounds crazy. He’s probably some weird pervert or something.”

Your roommate turned her cellphone screen to face you, showing you an Instagram page with a photo of a very attractive young man you’d seen on campus a time or two.

“That’s him?” Your eyes widened as you looked from the photo to your roommate.

“Yup. He’s not a weirdo either. I hear he’s super respectful and smart. Plus the bonus is that he looks like this.”

You nodded. That certainly was a bonus. Harry Styles. You knew about him from the student council. He did a lot of volunteering on campus and he was a graduate student so you didn’t know him all that well, being only a sophomore yourself, but it was hard not to at least know the name and the face. He was popular. Clearly far more popular than you even realized.

And you definitely weren’t going to reach out for a “session”. That just felt silly. Though, you couldn’t say you weren’t intrigued by the idea, it just wasn’t for you. Except that when Gunther didn’t text or call you back for three full days, the whole time you wondered if your blow job was that bad. So when he did finally text you back to make plans for the following week, you felt like you were being given another chance to prove how good you could be. And maybe a lesson or two could be useful.

Reaching out to him via DMs on Instagram felt so unserious but you still did it. You cringed as you hit send and read over your message three times.

Hi! I heard you give special “tutoring” sessions and wanted to know if you have some time to meet with me to set something up? Let me know if it’s okay.

You couldn’t believe you were doing this, reaching out to a stranger for, basically, a booty call. But apparently he was used to it and had no qualms about responding to you in less than thirty minutes. As if he was running some kind of business.

Hi! Happy to meet up with you either tonight or Friday night. The initial meeting should only take like 20 minutes, somewhere public so you feel comfortable. I’ll ask you a few questions and then we’ll set up a private one-on-one session together if it makes sense for both of us. No pressure ever. Whenever you’re ready.

Private one-on-one session. You rolled your eyes as you read over Harry’s response.

Tonight is good for me if you can fit me in. Whatever time you want.

You didn’t know what to expect. You imagined he was cocky since he was apparently so good and sought after. Perhaps he would take one look at you and turn around. You were sure he had a say in who he “tutored”. Doubted he took on every single person who reached out to him.

Your roommate said he was respectful but you would place money on the fact that he was probably full of himself, being that he was a self-proclaimed Sex Guru. You were preparing yourself for someone with a larger-than-life personality.

You kept your outfit casual, not wanting to look like you were trying too hard. Jeans and a hoodie. Though you did shower and put on nice panties and made sure you smelled good. Just in case. One never knows when they are due to visit with a sex tutor.

Maud’s was one of your favorite spots on campus. They had the best iced matcha latte and that’s just what you ordered yourself when you arrived. You sat down at a small table and faced toward the door so you could keep an eye out.

You were looking down at your cell phone when you heard the chime of the door. Flitting your eyes up and away from the screen of your phone you scanned the entry and spotted him right away.

He was wearing a black pullover hoodie and jeans. His hair all tousled like he’d just finished a “tutoring” session. You raised your hand to wave at him and catch his attention and he grinned as you stood up but he gestured for you to stay seated, “I’ll be right back. Just gonna order a drink.”

You were already feeling hot and embarrassed. God, what were you doing? The man was sex on legs and that deep, raspy voice he just spoke to you with had your insides twisting and turning all mushy.

When he returned he had an iced tea and he sat across from you. The smile on his face was kind. Open. It set you at ease a bit.

He took a sip through his straw and you noted the rings on his fingers and the nail polish on his nails, “So, Y/n. It’s nice to meet you in person. What are you majoring in?”

Okay. Small talk. You could handle that.

You told him your classes and what you were majoring in and then asked him the same and when he explained he was going for his doctorate in psychology with the intent to become a sex therapist you felt your heart thump wildly. He was gorgeous and going for a doctorate. The man was so beyond out of your league that you wondered why he was even sitting at that table with you entertaining this silly request of yours.

“Wow. That’s… I’m impressed.”

He grinned and you saw a dimple carve into his cheek, “Thank you. I’ve worked really hard to get where I am. Still working, though. So let’s talk about what you want. What things are you interested in getting some guidance on?”

Here it was. The moment you’d been dreading. But also what you were most curious about.

“Well, I’m seeing this guy and,” you took a breath. It was embarrassing to say it so casually at a café on campus of all places.

Harry reached toward you and placed his warm palm over the top of yours, “Hey, I know this feels weird. Doing this. I’m not going to pressure you to say it if you find it’s too uncomfortable but just know,” he dipped his head down to meet your gaze with his brows gently raised, “Everything you tell me here will be kept confidential and private. I’m not going to make fun of you or compare you to anyone else. If you change your mind, that’s okay too. I want you to feel like you’re talking to a friend. Okay? It’s up to you how much or how little you say. We move at your pace.”

You let out the breath you were holding and smiled. He was so – nice. He made you feel so at ease.

“Thank you. It’s weird. Yeah… but I think I’m okay. I want to do this. I want to be better at like,” you looked around yourself and lowered your voice as Harry moved his hand from yours and you settled your gaze back on his, “Better at giving blow jobs. And maybe like initiating more?”

He nodded, “Okay. Have you ever given a blow job before?”

You nodded, “Recently. The guy didn’t seem very enthusiastic about it so I didn’t know if I did something wrong.”

He took a sip of his tea and his green irises bored into yours, “I can tell you one thing I know that is true for nearly every single male I know; they love getting head. Even if he wasn’t vocal he probably really enjoyed whatever you did. Does that make you feel better about your skill level?”

You puffed out a laugh and saw the smirk on his face. He was trying to get you to smile, “I don’t know. Probably. I’m sure I’m overthinking it but I just wanted… like I want to be really good. Want to know tricks to get a real response.”

“Did the guy you’re seeing orgasm?”

You nodded again.

Harry’s grin softened, “Then you did as good as you could have. Goal achieved. He orgasmed and you made that happen.”

“But I want to be better. Like… I really enjoyed what I was doing. Made me really… well…” you looked down at your empty mug and sighed, “I felt like I enjoyed it more than he did.”

He nodded and licked his lips and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he was kind of checking you out. You weren’t wearing anything revealing but he seemed to keep dropping his gaze to your lips and neck. But you figured that was because he was still getting used to your face and he was sussing you out a bit to see if he wanted anything to do with you beyond this conversation.

But that was true. He was checking you out. He saw your Instagram pictures before he contacted you (always his first step) and thought you were cute and wouldn’t mind seeing you in person. He certainly wasn't disappointed by you when he saw you either. You were cute and a little nervous and when you started talking about how you enjoyed giving that loser a blow job he couldn’t help but shift his eyes down to your mouth and imagine what your lips would look like on his cock. He wondered if you’d be just as eager to suck him off as you seemed like you were for the other guy.

Now, Harry was a polite and nice man. He was as respectful as they came. But he was still a man with a very high sex drive and he couldn’t help it. He did enjoy having sex and he got a lot of ass because he was good at what he did. And he was under no allusion that it also didn’t have anything to do with how attractive he was. Because of course, it did. He was aware of the way women looked at him and all the whispers about him on campus. And most of the time the sessions were just fun sex more than anything else. However, he happily gave guidance when needed.

And this time he was feeling pretty gung-ho to see what you could do. He’d like to get started right away, which normally he’d wait until after the initial meeting before jumping into it but there was something about the way you were looking at him, your eyes hungry and inviting…

You watched Harry shift in his chair and look around the café before he looked back at you, “What are you doing right now? Like after this?”

“Oh… nothing. Was gonna read a little, prep for a test I have on Monday. But…” you shook your head.

“Would you be interested in going somewhere more private? My studio is at the off-campus university apartments. Twenty-minute walk from here.”

Was he…? You scrunched your brows, confused at the sudden invite to his place.

“It’s up to you. I’m not rushing you or anything I just have a free evening and you seem really enthusiastic and I’d like to kind of get a feel for what we’re working with. If you think you’re ready.”

You nodded, “Okay. I mean… yeah. So no roommates?” You laughed nervously as he stood up and it was the first time you let your attention fall to the space at his crotch, to which you quickly bobbed your eyes back up to his face as you stood.

“Nope. Co-ed apartments. No roommate. Super private.” He didn’t miss the way you scraped your eyes over his torso and down to the spot on his jeans where his zipper was.

So that was that then. You’d be getting a lesson sooner than you imagined. And when you walked the twenty minutes through campus and the street that was just adjacent to the cafeteria you could almost hear your heart pounding. He was taller than you expected. He easily kept the conversation alive with small talk. He seemed so confident and easygoing. You tried to let that charisma and charm soak through your veins so that you weren’t as nervous as you felt, but it was impossible. You were about to go into Harry Style’s apartment alone and probably give him a blow job.

Harry waved at a few people on your way up to his floor. He was clearly popular. You wondered if anyone knew what might be happening. Why you were with him and why you were following behind him like you were a pup being trained and he was carrying a treat.

“Here she is,” he opened his door and gestured for you to walk inside. Neat and tidy with stacks of books and lots of plants. Some plants hanging, most potted, and on the floor or on tables. You noted he had no television and that there was a big partition that separated the small living space from what was probably where he had his bed. The kitchen was organized with open shelving and he’d bought a wire rack and it was stacked full of packaged foods, spices, oil, and other things to cook with at the top and at the bottom with pots and pans and a blender with its cord neatly wrapped around the base.

He excused himself to the bathroom while you looked around. There wasn’t anywhere to go really. There were two doors in the whole place. The bathroom door and another one, which you assumed was a closet. The kitchen area was open to the small living space.

When Harry emerged he sat down on the couch, which looked well-worn. You wondered how many people he’d had over and on that very couch. He sat with his legs spread and drew his arms over the back of the couch and just watched as you stepped in closer toward the small coffee table, “I like all the plants,” you commented.

He nodded and you clasped your hands behind your back in wait for what would happen next. You didn’t want to look again at his crotch. But the way he was sitting made it hard. He took up so much space on that couch and with his legs spread open like they were, it was almost as if he wanted you to.

“Gonna sit with me? I’m not gonna do anything if you don’t want.”

You nodded and sat down, keeping your limbs close to your body and separate from him. You didn’t want to invade his space or get in too close. Not yet anyway. Not until he invited you. Or rather, until he told you what to do next.

“Everything I said at Maud’s still stands. If you change your mind that’s fine. I’m not going to be mad.”

You turned to look at him and swallowed. The guy was out of this world. Simply delicious looking. “Okay.” You spoke in barely above a whisper.

Harry leaned forward, putting his elbows over his knees as he kept his eyes on you, “Is this how you usually initiate?”

You raised your brows and shook your head, “What?”

“You said you wanted to be better at initiating. So far, I’m not getting any signals that you’re interested. Could be your first problem. Try relaxing a little, Y/n. Sit back and unhook your fingers. Loosen your shoulders. Not only will you feel more settled, but you’ll make the person with you feel better too. Which could push you to naturally begin conversation or movements that encourage contact.”

“Oh. Okay,” you sat back into his couch and loosed your hands, relaxing your posture, and looked at him, “Like this?”

Harry grinned and let out a small laugh, “Perfect. Now at least it appears you’re not scared of me.”

“I’m not scared,” you quickly shook your head.

“I didn’t think you were. But your body language was giving closed-off signals. Which could appear to some like fear or discomfort.”

It made sense you guessed.

“I see. So, relax and it makes everyone feel better.”

He grinned, “So tell me what normally happens when you’re with someone and it leads to something sexual. Set the scene for me.”

You cleared your throat and decided to use your last time with Gunther as the example.

“Well, we were in his dorm room listening to music and laughing about something–“

“Back up a little. Did you invite yourself to his room? Did he invite you? What happened before you got to his room?”

“Oh, uh…” you pursed your lips in thought. “Well, we were out with two mutual friends. At a bar. Gunther, his name is Gunther, he was kind of flirting with me and I liked it. We didn’t really know each other all that well before but I always found him interesting. And so… he was flirting with me. Complimenting me. Things like that. Then he asked me to go back to his room with him. So, I sort of figured something would happen,” you shrugged. You didn’t know why it was so weird telling him all those details but it was.

You recounted how Gunther had made all the moves; kissed you first, groped you and then somehow it ended up with you sucking him off while he laid back on his bed and you were between his legs.

“And… he didn’t return the favor? Like you didn’t get anything?”

You shook your head, “I mean, I didn’t ask. He got off and then that was it really. I left not long after.”

Harry frowned, “Okay. And did you hope he’d do something in return? Like, use his hands or his mouth on you? Did you want more?”

Another shrug of your shoulders, “I mean… I didn’t expect it. Thought maybe next time we could do more? I don’t know.”

“You didn’t expect it. But would you have liked it?”

Nodding your head you looked away from his eyes, “I guess.”

“Did it turn you on?”

Another embarrassing thing to admit to someone you hardly knew. You nodded again, “It just all happened really quickly. I kind of thought things would take longer and we’d chat and maybe he’d have me stay longer and then… well anyway. It was like a total of thirty minutes or something that I was in his room.”

Harry sighed and crossed his leg over his thigh toward you, “And you really want to give Gunther the best head you can? The guy who wasn’t worried about your own needs? Seems very selfless of you, Y/n.”

You let out a breath and laughed, “I know. I just want to be good at it. And that was the first time we did anything so I figured I’d give him a pass.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you. Gunther is lucky you’re still willing to give him another shot.”

“I guess I thought if I was better he’d want to do it more and maybe then we could do other things too.”

“I’m going to be honest, Y/n,” Harry stretched his arm across the back of the couch, “You’re very cute and you probably won’t need to worry much about initiating most of the time. Like, for me, all you have to do is look at me with those pretty eyes and I’m ready to do whatever you want me to.”

It had been a surprise to hear that. You weren’t sure what to do with that information but you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you looked down at your lap.

“But a good start is to keep eye contact. At least enough to indicate interest. Can you look at me?”

Lifting your gaze to his he grinned, “There we go. So pretty.”

You shook your head, “I’m sure you say that to everyone.”

Harry lifted his hand to your cheekbone, “No. I don’t. And I don’t do this with just anyone either. Sometimes I turn down a request. I don’t tell them why but… There’s gotta be attraction on my end as well. And I find you very attractive, Y/n.”

You swallowed down the saliva in your throat and blinked for a break in eye contact before biting your lip.

“Now, even though we’re here for one thing, I do have opinions on matters of the heart and relationships. And frankly, I have to be honest about this Gunther, guy,” he dropped his hand, making his fingers brush down your cheek until he was no longer touching you, “I don’t like that he didn’t offer to get you off too. That’s a big red flag in my book. I feel it’s important to give and to receive unless it’s explicitly stated at the beginning. But you told me you thought you’d get more. And that bothers me.”

“Well, he’s a nice guy. I think he just wasn’t thinking…”

“He wasn’t thinking about your needs. That was selfish of him and something to watch out for. We can give him a pass for the first time, but if you see him again and he still doesn’t think about your needs, I’d hope you’d end that relationship and seek someone who’s willing to be less selfish with you.”

It surprised you that Harry was saying that about Gunther. But perhaps he was right. You did leave his dorm that night quite disappointed.

“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I know you barely know me but that’s just my take. I’d never not offer to return the favor,” he kept his eyes on yours and you swore his lips were suddenly a shade darker. They looked like the perfect lips to kiss.

He grinned when he noted where your eyes were homed in on, “Do you mind coming closer? Feels like you're still too far away.”

You puffed out a nervous laugh as you scooted your bottom in closer toward Harry. His arm was draped over the back of the couch behind you and you felt the warmth of him before you felt his fingers graze the back of your neck.

 “So, I can kiss you? Can we start there?”

You breathed out through your nose and smiled as you nodded and kept your face angled toward his. He watched as you hesitantly put your palm on his knee and he put his hand over yours, “You’re a natural. See?”

Another soft laugh fell from your mouth as Harry’s face drew in closer to yours and your heart stopped as he nudged his nose into yours and you felt his soft lips smush against yours.

It didn’t take long for you to start feeling that familiar heat between your legs as he ran his tongue against yours. It felt so intimate… not like a tutor lesson or anything of the sort. It was you and a handsome man making out on his couch as he pulled you onto his lap. It felt real.

For some reason, you imagined it being a little more dry. Like a real lesson. Like he’d pull his pants down and tell you what to do and show you what he liked and what really made men go wild. You hadn’t imagined kissing being part of the equation for some reason.

“Did he tell you how soft your lips are or how those sweet little noises coming from your mouth drove him crazy?”

He spoke his words between kisses and you were going to pass out. Because no, Gunther gave you no compliments once you got into his dorm room.

You shook your head as you parted from the kiss, your eyes on his.

Harry’s eyes roved your face as he softly dragged his thumb back and forth on your jaw, “I don’t like him one bit. You deserve someone who’s going to tell you how good you are and how good you make them feel.”

He softly pressed his lips against yours again, the kiss heating up into a frenzied pace once again as you stuffed your fingers into his hair and then you felt the bulk of his erection under your thigh when you moved in closer.

Parting from the kiss you looked down and then back up at him and he just smiled. Like it was the most normal and natural thing ever. Which… it kind of was.

“Got me all hard already,” he slid his thumb from the edge of your bottom lip inward and you moaned, “Just like that. You’re already better than you think you are. You’re driving me crazy, Y/n. I want to see what these lips look like wrapped around my cock. Can we do that?”

You nodded and began to move off of him but Harry took your hand in his, making you pause, “I’ll let you get me off if you let me get you off too. Okay?”

Your eyes widened, “Really? I thought this was just for–“

“I have a method and it always includes getting the other person off too. Or at least making them feel good. Unless you don’t want that. That’s okay too, but I would prefer to touch you as well.”

“Okay,” your words were breathy as he helped you off his lap, keeping your hand in his but then he stood up and you watched as he ran his free hand over his crotch, “Is it okay if we do it my bed? A little more space there. Think it’ll feel less rushed.”

Obviously yes. You wouldn’t dream of saying no to this man. Not that you wanted to.

The space behind the partition was just a bed and one side table. His bed was neatly made and there was a plant hanging by the opening of the partition. He gestured for you to follow him onto his mattress and he placed his back at the wall, where he had no headboard.

Kneeing up to him you were feeling shy again and he leaned forward and cupped your face with one hand, “You’re doing so good. If you need to stop at any time just say the word. I’m not here to make you do something you don’t want. Okay?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I know. I trust you.”

“Good. Just wanted to remind you is all. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep going even if I’m enjoying it, which I have a feeling I’m gonna like whatever you do to me.”

You giggled and nodded. He was fluffing up your ego and you hadn’t even really gotten started yet.

Harry started to push his jeans down, lifted his hips to get them off his legs, and then kept his eyes on you as he held his hand out for you to take, “Come here.”

You put your hand in his and let yourself get pulled between his legs as you looked down at the sizable lump under his boxer briefs, “Can we take your jeans off? Kind of want to have you in my lap a little while before we get down to it, yeah?”

You nodded and unhooked your button before pulling your zipper down. Harry’s hands found your hips as you tugged your jeans down and he helped you out of them, leaving you in just your hoodie and panties. Like Harry. He was just in his boxer briefs and his hoodie too.

You crawled into his lap, your thighs straddling his, and sat down as Harry smoothed his hands up and down your thighs, “There we go. This feels nice, having you close like this,” he ran his palms toward your bottom and then back down your thighs to your knees, “How are you feeling?”

You put your palms on his shoulders, “Good. Feel good. And you?”

“I’m feeling great. I’ve got you here in my lap,” he brought a hand up from your thigh to your face, his fingers sliding behind your ear with his thumb at your cheekbone, “And I like you. I think this’ll be fun. Just want you to feel at ease with me.”

You shifted on his lap, getting in closer, “I do feel at ease with you, Harry. You’re really nice.”

“Good. That’s what I want to hear,” his voice was soft as he gently pulled you towards him and pressed his mouth against yours again. His kiss was soft and sultry. Harry was far more sensual than you imagined he would be. Lots of soft touches and reassuring words. And his mouth against yours was addictive.

You moaned when his thumb ran along the edge of your panties at your thigh and you rocked your hips down, pressing your panties-covered pussy over his erection.

He inhaled softly through his teeth and lowered his mouth to your neck where you were melted into him. His warm mouth sponged wet kisses down your pulse point as you lowered a hand to the top of his cock.

He sighed when you began to rub your palm over him and you began to move back. You were ready to get him in your mouth.

“You can bring me out if you want. Or I can do it. Whichever you’re more comfortable with.”

You bit your lip and continued palming over him as you kept your gaze focused on his, “I’ll do it. Do guys like that more?”

He grinned and the dimples that carved into his cheeks had you swooning, “Yeah. Maybe. Depends on the guy but it can feel like the girl is really excited, like she can’t wait – the enthusiasm is nice. For me? I do like it more. But honestly, I wouldn’t complain if you wanted me to do it myself.”

You nodded in understanding as you focused on the dark green material of his underwear and reached toward the waistband. You looked up at him once more to check in and he just gave you a singular nod to keep going so you did.

The material was warm and stretchy. And you loved the way it felt to run your palm up the length of him, before peeling the fabric away and slowly revealing his cock. His tip was thick and smooth and dark pink. And then his shaft was girthy, quite meaty really, but so stiff. And when you’d pulled his underwear down far enough you took the whole of him in and it was… well it was a bit overwhelming. There was no way on God’s green earth you’d be able to stick that whole thing in your mouth.

“You don’t have to have it all in there. This isn’t a porno. I don’t need you to choke on it or anything like that. Use your hands and your mouth, as long as it’s nice and wet it’s gonna feel really good.”

You nodded. It was a relief that he wasn’t expecting you to deepthroat that thing, “Do you like it when someone can take it all the way?”

Harry breathed a laugh out of his nostrils, “Well… only if the person giving head likes that kind of thing. I would never enjoy it if someone wasn’t into that. But yes. I do rather like it. Not more than any other type of blow job, though.”

You gulped and continued palmed at his length softly. Harry kept his eyes on you to watch how you’d do it. To see what your go-to move was and when you made no move he finally spoke, “Go in however you want. Let’s see how you normally go about giving a blow job.”

“Okay. Yeah…” You took a deep breath and lowered yourself down as he fixed his feet flat on the mattress with knees bent upward, making space for you to fit between his thighs. First, you spat over his tip and used your hand to rub your saliva down his shaft. A quick glance up at him and he looked like he was enjoying it.

After spitting another glob over his slit that clung to your lips a little longer than it did the first time things were feeling much wetter. You stroked along the full length of his cock, from base to tip, tip to base, and back again as you lowered further, getting your lips just over his tip, and looked up at him, swiping your tongue over his crown. Smooth and warm. Adjusting your hips you got into a better position and gripped his base with both hands as you began to take him in your mouth. Your tongue cupped the underside of his cock as you dipped down and pulled up, suckling at his tip before repeating.

Harry’s fingers gently pushed at your chin, “I’d like you to do one thing for me, Y/n…” your eyes shot up to his, “Can you keep your eyes on me, just like you’re doing right now?”

You pulled off and nodded, “Yeah. Sorry.”

Harry tutted at you, “You didn’t do anything wrong. Just really fond of your pretty eyes. Personal preference is all.”

Keeping your gaze on his you kissed his tip softly and slowly before tonguing at his frenulum. It was a good thing you were looking at him in that moment because the expression on his face as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cockhead was lascivious and the sudden heat between you two might not have been noticed if you hadn’t been looking at him.

When you lowered your lips over him again, hollowing your cheeks and cupping the underside of his dick with your tongue, he palmed over your cheek and softly thumbed at your temple, “Y/n… fuck… that’s really good. Keep looking at me like this pretty girl.”

The soft touch from his hand and thumb on your face was full of affection and made your heart thunder in your chest. It made you dizzy the way he was looking at you. It was such a lewd act but somehow filled with tenderness.

The drool that leaked out of your mouth and down his shaft allowed your hands to slip around his base, twisting as you bobbed over the first bit of him with your mouth. It seemed like he was really enjoying what you were doing. Having your eyes on him while you were doing it felt more encouraging than embarrassing.

And Harry was very much enjoying what you were doing. He wasn’t all that picky when it came to getting blow jobs. Why would he be? Some hot girl wanted him to show her how to be better? Well, he rarely did much in the way of making someone any better than they already were.

Harry never intended to be known as a sex tutor or a sex guru. He was just a guy who loved sex. A guy who was patient and who really did care about the person he was with, even if it was just a one-time thing (which most of them were). And his line of studies gave him insight many lacked. The more he slept around (safely) the better he got and the more he understood. He put into practice the things he learned in his classes and when he was a Junior after a string of hookups with a group of very popular seniors he started to get a reputation.

It started with comments and discussions on the size of his cock. Then it eventually escalated to him being very good in bed. And how he could always make a woman come (he didn’t always make them come but he certainly tried and he learned the art of allowing sex to just be something that felt good and intimate and didn’t have to end in that elusive orgasm every time).

The first girl who was bold enough to ask him if he’d help her get to know her body better, had told him how she heard he was the best… and that had caught off guard. But he gave it a go. And he wound up enjoying the whole thing so much that when another girl asked him for help he decided there was no harm in going along with it.

He wasn’t trying to take advantage of anyone, as some jealous of his prowess would make it seem. No, he just really wanted to help, he loved that connection and to have it end with sex (in whatever form) was never a bad thing. Mostly he was just having fun and if he could use some of his knowledge and give someone confidence by the end of a “session” then so be it.

When you sucked around him, slurping noises came from between your lips and the skin on his shaft and he moaned, “Oh that’s good…” He gently placed a hand at the back of your neck and nudged his hips upward the slightest when he felt his cock start to throb and balls tightened.

Harry pulled at you to bring you up so you slid your lips from his tip and looked at him with pretty rounded eyes as you sat on your knees.

“You’re perfect. If I had you sucking me off like this every day I’d have no complaints. That’s the work of someone who’s into it and I can tell you are. Got me so close to coming already,” he took your hand and kissed the tops of your knuckles. Yeah, you were already smitten with him. But maybe that was just because you liked his praise so much.

“Thank you,” you grinned shyly.

Harry took the hand he kissed and brought it down between his legs, sliding your fingers on the underside of his balls, “There’s this spot right here. Kind of smooth. Feel that?”

You nodded.

“It’s called the perineum. This spot,” he pressed the pad of your middle finger over the area of skin, “Feels really good when you rub it gently. Especially while you’re also giving a blow job. Maybe take my balls in your palm a little to massage them and then move to the perineum. Just about any man you suck off is gonna absolutely love it. It’s also a really good trick when you just want the guy to come already, ‘cause maybe he’s taking too long,” he grinned.

He dragged your hand up to cup his scrotum and you kept your eyes on his as you softly squeezed. Harry’s brows narrowed and his lips parted, “Let’s do that yeah? Wanna give it a go?”

Nodding, you lowered yourself again, your lips parting around his crown as you gently massaged his balls and kept your eyes angled up toward his. You kept one hand at the base of his shaft and felt the full, warmth of his sac in your palm before you pulled off of his cock and dropped your lips down to his balls, kissing the skin all around and skimming your tongue through every crevice and wrinkle, wetting him on all sides.

You remembered you were supposed to be looking up at him and when you saw his face it only egged you on. His soft groan and pink puffy lips parted in lust with hooded eyes so you wound your tongue down further and pressed the tip of your wet muscle to the spot he called the perineum.

“Fuck! Yes…”

You liked that reaction. So you did it again and used your hand on his shaft to continue pumping him in long strokes as you pressed over the small strip of skin under his scrotum before you brought your tongue all the way up over his balls and to his base. The pre-come dripping from his tip made things wetter as you slid your palm over him.

You kept one finger on his perineum and then brought your mouth back over his cock and the desperate whimper that fell from his lungs made you feel giddy. You sucked him in and flicked your sight up to him but his eyes were closed. You could feel his legs trembling as your shoulder was pressed into his inner thigh. Gently you brought your hand over his scrotum and massaged as you worked his tip with your lips and tongue.

He placed both of his hands on either side of your head, “Y/n… yes… honey I’m gonna come. That’s so good. You’re so good for me… holy shit… where do you want me to come, huh?”

You were kind of amazed at how he was so melty and whimpery from the blow job you were giving him. You lifted and looked up at him, “Just come in my mouth. Want you to feel good.”

He nodded as he panted and you put your lips back on him, lowering down and sucking as you used your tongue to apply pressure to his crown. Continuing to play with his balls and peek up at him you saw the moment his face scrunched up and his lips dropped open wide. No sound came out at first but you tasted the first pump of his come down your throat and then felt his big cock throbbing against your tongue and it was the hottest blow job you’d ever given. And you weren’t even receiving… the reaction he gave you had you so turned on and so dizzy that you felt the need to take him deeper.

You forced yourself down further, feeling his tip nudging and spurting at the top part of your throat and you swallowed around him before sputtering slightly.

When he finally began to moan it was deep and throaty. His head was tilted back, facing the ceiling as he pumped into your mouth and down your throat. The hands he held at the side of your face were gentle and honestly? You were in heaven. You could do this with him every day if he let you.

And you tried not comparing Gunther to Harry but it was hard. Harry was so masculine and his cock was prettier and much bigger. With Gunther, you could almost take all of him in your mouth without much issue. You didn’t but you probably could have. Harry was a different story. His big cock filled up all the space in your mouth and he smelled so good too. It was a mix of what you assumed was his natural smell with a clean powdery soap.

But it was the moans Harry was making that had you feeling so worked up. He really enjoyed your blow job and that was all you needed to feel good about yourself and your ability.

Harry’s moan quieted into a simper as you continued dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock until he lulled his head forward and looked down at you, “S’good. Fuck that was good.” He prodded at you to bring your mouth off of him and you sat back with a proud smile.

He leaned forward to pull at the back of your neck and smash his lips against yours. You clung onto his shoulders as he positioned you next to him on the bed on your bottom and then he ran his hands down your sides and pulled at your sweater, “Can we get this off?”

You gripped the bottom hem of your hoodie as Harry sat back and peeled his sweater off over his head, making you pause so you could devour his chest and his arms, and his abs with your eyes. The tattoos that were scattered over his body and on his arms were no surprise. You’d heard through the grapevine about his tattoos once your roommate told you about him. And you heard he was fit. But this? He was the perfect amount of muscled and beefy. He was lean but he appeared well-fed. Broad shoulders, pecs you could bite into…

You gulped when you felt Harry’s big hands smoothing up and down your limbs as he absorbed the sight of you before you finally pulled your sweater off and then unhooked your bra, holding the cups up against your breasts for a moment to make sure he was still in it. Because maybe your body would be a complete turn off but his expressive face did all the talking and he moved his hands up your hips as his irises roamed over your skin.

“So pretty, Y/n,” he spoke like he knew you needed the reassurance. Which you did. So you slowly lowered your bra and pulled the straps from your arms and almost immediately Harry ducked down and kissed your right nipple while his hand palmed at your left tit. He moaned against your soft flesh and you felt cool air hit your skin in the path where his tongue laved against you.

A soft gasp fell from your lips when he wrapped his mouth over your nipple and looked up at you from his spot, pink lips suckling at your breast. It was almost as if he needed to make sure he was doing what you liked. As if the man wasn’t some kind of expert.

Harry’s bulky body moved over you and his hands brushed over the skin at your sides and down to your hips where your panties clung tight. You lifted your hips, ready for him to take care of you, ready to have him pull the last bit of fabric from your body and Harry grinned at you.

“I’m gonna pull these down, okay?”

Nodding you laughed in slight nervousness. You weren’t sure when you’d gotten so eager but giving Harry a blow job had made you a bit insatiable and all of the nice things he said about you, how good you were... Your insides were aching and you knew you were probably already wet, the crotch of your panties was warm against your skin.

And as he slowly dragged the material down your legs he kept looking up at you. A little bit of reassurance that he was only going to go as far as you wanted.

Paying close attention to his eyes you watched him drag his gaze over all your crevices and then up to your tits and then your eyes as he licked his lips. He wrapped a hand on the underside of your calf, lifting your leg the smallest bit as he tucked himself in closer, his shoulders pressing into your thighs.

The warm, soft kisses he dotted on your inner thigh as he looked up at you made you feel worshiped. Like he was savoring the moment and was going to take his time with you.

“Y/n, I just want to make you feel good. Tell me if you don’t like something or if you need something more okay? Because you did so good for me and I’m gonna be dreaming about those lips on me. Just want to make you feel as good as good as you made me feel.”

Harry could tell you liked a bit of praise. A compliment here and there was easy enough to throw in because it was all true. You were very good and you were so pretty and now he was going to return the favor as best he could.

When you felt his tongue swipe up through your crease you moaned faintly as you kept your eyes on him. And when he dug in more, attached his lips to your pussy, and began sucking at you the groan that fell from his chest rumbled through your core and you held on to the back of his head as you arched your back off of the pillow under yourself. His lips slicked up and down, tongue pressing at your clit and then he moved, bringing his arm in and you felt his fingers prodding at your entrance as he looked up at you, pulling his mouth away from your pussy, “Tastes so good, Y/n. Could bury my face here all day long. You mind if I finger you a little? Would that feel good?”

He ran his digits through your folds like he already knew your answer and you nodded quickly, “Yeah. Okay. If you want.”

He grinned before you felt him push his middle finger past your opening and then he watched the face you made as he curled his finger up in your magic little spot. The one only your rabbit vibrator seemed to be able to hit.

You gasped and with that, he brought his lips back over your clit and got to work. His dark curls were smooth and thick between your fingers and the way he kept pulling his gaze up to yours as he licked into you was naughty. The whole scene was something from a dream. There was something so soft about how he kept his eyes on you to check-in.

You’d had a couple of guys go down on you before but they had no idea what they were doing and you weren’t sure if it was just supposed to feel like slippery nothing gliding over your labia or not. But now, with Harry doing the work… well you realized what it was actually meant to feel like. And Harry was not giving you slippery nothing.

He seemed to enjoy it as well which made your heart lurch in your chest. Especially with how he was moaning into you like you tasted good. And he had told you as much, which… that had you on edge already.

When Harry slid in a second finger he opened his mouth wide and tongued up from where his fingers were pumping into you to your clit.

You couldn’t help the pathetic moans that were loudly bouncing off the walls of his studio, “Oh god, Harry…”

But the thing that was really seeping into your skin and your veins and making your heart pound was his eyes on yours. You couldn’t get over it. It was so intimate and sexy and the gushy noises coming from your slippery pussy were lewd and dirty. It was the perfect juxtaposition of just nasty enough but also sweet and soft that had you spiraling.

When they tell you that the biggest part of getting turned on is all in the mind, that’s absolutely true. Harry was a master at it. You weren’t sure you’d ever been so turned on with any man before. He really knew which buttons to push and all the right things to say.

“Fuck, that’s good… holy shit, Harry…”

He loved hearing you whine his name and the feel of your hips bucking upward in tiny bursts. You were one of those girls that was going to have an orgasm, he just knew it. The way you kept getting wetter every time you shot your eyes down to his was a big telltale sign. Some didn’t like the eye contact but he loved it and so did you, clearly.

He moaned into your pussy and swallowed you down as he worked his tongue in teasing circles around your clit before wrapping his lips around you again and smushing down over you with just the right amount of pressure.

The arm he had under your thigh he wrapped under your lower back, pulling you in closer if that was possible, as he continued fingering you with his other hand. The man was unquenchable. Like he needed to stuff his face in as close as humanly possible. Like he needed to suck you dry and make it so that you never forgot his name.

Your insides were melting for him. His fingers were magic inside of you and it had your brain all fuzzed out and blurry. But the way he rolled your clit under his tongue was divine, otherworldly… he knew what he was doing with that big mouth of his.

You gasped and looked back down at him again and his eyes were already pinned to yours.

“Oh… gonna co… oh fuck, gonna come…” you felt like you were being lifted into the air, levitating and vibrating off the bed and out of the atmosphere as he kept his fingers and his tongue steady. But when he moaned deeply into your cunt, that low resonate sensation traveling from your clit to your core and through your tummy made you lose control.

You didn’t realize you were yanking his hair as your legs quaked and your body liquified under him. But it didn’t deter him. He watched you unravel, tits bouncing and back arching as you orgasmed into his mouth and he curled his fingers up against your g-spot as you clamped over his digits.

If he didn’t have his mouth occupied he would have praised you more in that moment. Told you how pretty you were and how good you did for him. But he waited until you began to slowly come back to earth before whispering into your ear the sweet things he knew you’d like to hear.

He laid next to you and grasped your face, kissing your lips softly as you sighed, “So fucking good. What a pretty orgasm that was, Y/n…” He spoke between kisses.

“Did that all for me? Yeah?”

You couldn’t answer him. Not in that moment. You’d just melted and dissolved and had only begun to re-solidify and become a real human with lungs and limbs and skin and pores again.

“You are really fun to eat out, Y/n. Tasted so nice and you sound so sexy when you come. You can call me anytime you need a release okay?” He continued kissing your cheek and your lips as he spoke softly.

Harry didn’t rush you out like you thought he might. He rubbed over your tummy and kissed your breasts softly and ran his lips up the side of your neck as you slowly opened your eyes and sighed.

“Feel okay?”

You nodded and smiled, “Really good.”

“Stay as long as you want. Okay? No rush. We can even grab dinner together if you want or I can make you something.” Harry wasn’t sure why he asked you that. While he didn’t usually rush anyone out, he didn’t typically offer food or dinner either. There was just something about you that compelled him to ask. Perhaps he hoped you’d stick around a bit longer.

You sat up, “Oh. That’s really nice of you. But… maybe I should probably head back. Get some schoolwork done.”

You’d have loved to stay for dinner but you also didn’t want to get your feelings mixed up for a guy like Harry. Not that there was anything wrong with him, but you understood what this was. A one-time thing. Something fun where you got to learn a thing or two. If you stuck around too long you’d probably just want more. And that would only end in heartbreak for you. Because Harry was kind of the ideal guy in a lot of ways.

“Of course. Just thought I’d ask.”

There were no hard feelings for this kind of thing. Harry wasn’t offended that you didn’t want to stay. He’d had a good time with you and he was almost certain you had a good time as well. And that was just about all one could ask for.

Harry let you use his bathroom to clean up and get dressed. And as you did so you thought about how Gunther didn’t even offer you anything to eat or to stay after. In fact he didn’t even ask if you wanted to use his bathroom, when that would have been nice after giving him head. Because even though Gunther didn’t really touch you, you were still wet, and walking back to your dorm with wet panties was not a nice feeling. Especially when you didn’t even get anything out of it.

You’d be wary of Gunther. You’d give him another shot because you were a nice girl but you weren’t going to ignore the concerns Harry had. Perhaps Harry was right.

When you stepped out of the bathroom Harry handed you a glass of water, “Drink a little before you head out, and what dorm do you live in?” He looked down at his phone as he asked.

“Oh… uh the Millennium dorms near the arts building.”

He nodded as you took a gulp of the water and he showed you his phone, “Uber will be here for you in three minutes. I’ll walk you down, okay?”

“Wait. You didn’t have to do that! Um… I can walk or get an Uber myself it’s–“

He shook his head and grinned, “I know I didn’t have to but it’s getting late. Don’t want you walking twenty minutes by yourself. Who knows what could be lurking out there,” he laughed.

You pointed at him, “Fine. But I’m gonna pay you back. Next time I see you okay?”

“Not necessary. Now come on,” he playfully swatted at your bottom and directed you toward his door, “Let’s go downstairs and wait for…” he looked at his phone, “Rebecca in a white Trail Blazer.”

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I loved part one so much, and part two is no different! So happy that they realized they wanted each other, and allowed themselves to be vulnerable.

So, so good!

Dressing For Revenge 2

I had a few requests for a continuation of this story, so here it is!

Summary: A week after your night with Harry, he calls and invites you to a work-related event which his ex also attends.

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), all the good stuff. MUST BE 18+ TO READ.

Word Count: 7.6k+

Read part 1 here

The microwave beeped offensively loud as you changed into your favorite pajamas. Slipping into a pair of fuzzy socks, you sauntered into the kitchen and grabbed a large bowl from the cabinet. Movies and popcorn sounded like a great plan for a night in. After the debacle the previous weekend, you’d scheduled this Friday evening for yourself. No parties, no nightclubs, no friends. Just you and a chick flick. And maybe some wine.

Deciding to pour a glass, you grabbed it and the popcorn and made yourself comfortable on the sofa. While laughing at Jennifer Lopez hiding from Matthew McConaughey, you felt your phone buzz. Expecting it to be Kelsie or one of your friends from work texting you, you were surprised to see a different name on the screen.

Hi Y/N. How are you?

Your stomach unexpectedly flipped just seeing your name in print underneath his. You hadn’t heard from Harry since he’d called you that night to make sure you’d gotten home okay. Not that you’d expected to. It had only been a week after all. And of course it was a two-way street. You could have texted him. But you hadn’t. But that didn’t mean you hadn’t thought of him.

Hi, Harry. You texted back. I’m fine. You?

Oh hey. I didn’t expect you to reply right away. Are you at home?

You bit your lip. Was he fishing for an invite? Shaking your head, you typed, Yes.

Mind if I call?

With a half squeal, half groan, you replied, Not at all.

Although you had literally just been texting with him, feeling the vibration in your hand and seeing his name again on the screen as your phone rang sent a new rush through your veins.

“Hi,” you answered nonchalantly.

“Hi, Y/N, how are you?”

You chuckled. “You asked me that already.”

“Right. So I did. Um…didn’t expect you to be home on a Friday night,” said Harry.

“That’s because I have a date.”

“Oh?”

“With myself,” you finished, reaching for your glass and taking another sip of wine.

“Oh,” he let out a breathy laugh. He sounded relieved, which only made your heart beat faster. “And how’s that going so far?”

“Not bad. I figure at this rate I’ll be taking myself to bed by midnight.”

Harry snickered harder at your joke. You smiled, happy that you could make him laugh.

“What are you up to tonight, Harry?” you asked.

“Pretty much the same thing, although I’m not sure I’m quite as compatible.”

“No?”

“Mmm,” he sounded. “Am I allowed to say I’m a little jealous?”

You chuckled, though you didn’t really give an answer.

“Which brings me to the reason I called,” Harry continued. “I have something to ask you. A favor, if you will.”

“Oh?”

“You can say no, and I’ll completely understand if you do. I know I said you could call me if you wanted to get together again…”

“Harry, what is it?” you persisted.

You half expected him to say he was horny and lonely, that he wanted you to come over for a quick fix. But you were surprised when he had a different proposition.

“I have a…a thing tomorrow night. A real estate thing. It’s like a corporate dinner where we meet up with the management companies and investors, announce the top brokers and give awards and such. And I was…wondering if you’d come as my date.”

“Oh…” you mused. “You’re allowed to bring a date?”

“Of course. In fact, it’s almost mandatory.” You heard Harry do the breathy laugh again and wondered if he made that part up, or if it was meant to be a joke.

“I see. And…you’re inviting me?”

“I am. I know we don’t know each other well. And you’ll probably be bored out of your mind, and I wouldn’t blame you one bit. It’s just…”

“Just what?” you asked when his words trailed off.

“I didn’t tell you this before because there was no reason to. But my ex is in real estate as well. That’s how we…you know…met.”

“Ah, so she’ll be there.”

“Correct,” Harry sighed.

“And you want me to make her jealous,” I added in a half question.

“Not jealous, really,” replied Harry. “More like revenge. To show her I’m better off without her. Like we did to your ex last weekend.”

“I see,” you said again.

You heard Harry sigh again, then groan. “I’m sorry, Y/N. It sounded better in my head.”

“I didn’t say no.”

“Well, no, but you’re probably thinking it. I swear, I don’t want this to seem like I’m using you. I genuinely like you, Y/N. And I’m very much attracted to you.”

You started to giggle, setting your glass back down on the coffee table.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked solemnly.

“I used you, Harry. Last weekend. In fact, you wanted me to. And now you’re saying you’re not wanting to use me? For the exact same reason?”

“I reckon you’re right.”

“Of course I am. Now. Let’s just call a spade a spade. What time is this event tomorrow?”

“So you’re going?”

“Of course, I am. You did me a solid, and now I can do one back. Besides, it might be a little fun.”

“Alright,” said Harry, a smile in his voice. “It starts at eight. I can pick you up around seven thirty, if that’s okay.”

“That’s perfect. How formal is this, like black tie, or business casual?”

“Somewhere in between. A cocktail dress should be fine.”

“Sounds good. I look forward to it, Harry,” you announced honestly.

“Good. Me too. Thanks for doing this, love.”

After hanging up the phone, you rushed to your closet to pick out something to wear for the event. Even though you hadn’t wanted to let on over the phone, you were beyond excited to see Harry again. This time, you got to be his arm candy and not Luke’s. And unlike with Luke, you had a feeling Harry would only have eyes for you.

As long as his heart didn’t still belong to his ex.

You’d just dabbed on some lipgloss when you heard the buzzer. Pressing the intercom button, you instructed Harry to come on up to your apartment. But when the knock sounded and you swung the door open, you nearly had to hold on to the knob to keep your balance.

“Shit,” you muttered at the same time Harry exclaimed “God damn!”

With a nervous laugh, you caught the twinkle in Harry’s eyes as he leaned against the door jam, his gaze raking over your body.

He looked delicious. Similar to the previous weekend, he wore a silk shirt, unbuttoned plenty to catch peeks at his tattoos and pecks. Over it was a black suit with the jacket open, the slacks fitting him well in all the right places.

“Fuck me, kitten, you look stunning,” said Harry, expressing your thoughts before your mouth could.

You blushed, your hands self-consciously running down your waist and hips. You must have chosen the right dress for the evening. It was a short, fitted, black lace dress with a high neck and long sleeves. You felt like it was tasteful, yet sexy. Harry seemed to agree as he stepped over the threshold and reached for your waist, pulling you to him.

“Wow,” he breathed in your ear. “How lucky am I?”

“Hmm, I guess we’ll see,” you teased, inhaling his intoxicating cologne.

Harry chuckled low. “Is that how it’s gonna be, then, kitten?” You felt his hands travel down to your butt. And you didn’t stop him when he lowered his mouth to your neck.

“Yes,” you whispered as he sucked on your delicate flesh.

“Maybe we should just ditch this party all together and stay here instead.”

“Now, Harry,” you tsked, pushing his shoulders away. “I thought this was important.”

His laugh vibrated in his chest as he nodded. “Indeed. Thanks so much again for doing this.”

Pursing your lips, you winked at him. Then grabbing your clutch, you followed him out the door and downstairs to his car. When he opened it for you, you immediately got a whiff of the expensive leather, an aroma you’d found pleasant and comforting the last time. It reminded you of the smell of his bedroom, and you quickly clamped your thighs together when you climbed into the front seat, the memory of that night in his bed arousing you.

The drive to the venue was quick, for which you were grateful since you couldn’t manage to keep your eyes off of Harry’s hands on the wheel and gear shift, and the way his thighs looked in those pants. He made some small talk, but your mind was elsewhere, almost wishing you’d taken him up on the offer to stay at your place.

When he parked the car in front of a fancy hotel, you gasped. “It’s in here?”

You recognized the place. Well, obviously anyone would. But you’d been there before. Luke had taken you there once when you-

“Well, it only seemed natural,” replied Harry as he turned off the engine, “seeing as the company owns this property.”

Jerking your head, you stared at Harry with wide eyes, astonished. “Oh my God! I knew you were rich, but…oh my God!”

With a chuckle and a gleam in his eye, Harry opened his car door and rounded to your side where you still sat with your mouth agape. You eventually smiled, taking Harry’s awaiting hand and letting him lead you to the entrance and through the hotel lobby to the elevators. A cluster of people were gathered nearby and Harry slowed and whispered in your ear.

“Some of my colleagues,” he explained. “Shall I introduce you?”

“Of course,” you grinned. “As long as you’re not ashamed to be seen with me.”

“Are you kidding?” he smirked, giving your butt a pat before quickly guiding you toward the men.

“Gentlemen!” he greeted boisterously.

“Harry, my good man, how are you?” one of the men broke from the pack to offer his hand.

“Can’t complain,” Harry replied, shaking hands. “How about yourself?”

“Same here,” the man nodded, though his eyes seemed to wander to you eagerly. “And who is this gorgeous angel you brought with you?”

You felt Harry’s hand glide down your back. “Greg, I’d like you to meet Y/N, Y/N this is Greg Hawthorne, Chairman of the Board.”

“How do you do, sweetheart,” said Greg.

“Lovely to meet you,” you smiled, taking his hand though you had no idea what a Chairman of the Board was.

Just then, you were saved by the ding that the awaiting elevator announced, and you and Harry followed the rest of the group up to another floor. More groups of people were gathered there, and down the hall. Harry stopped a couple more times to introduce you to more colleagues. You knew for certain you would never be able to remember their names, but you figured that wasn’t the reason for the pleasantries.

When you came to a large, open, double doorway, you were greeted by another man and woman who welcomed you both to the event. Stepping inside the massive room, you took in the view of what appeared to be a ballroom, filled with cloth-covered tables with fancy centerpieces. At the far end was a stage, a podium erected in the center and a large screen next to it. The chandeliers were enough to take your breath away, and when Harry guided you toward one of the tables, you noticed the gold-leafed placards.

“This is nicer than most weddings I’ve been to,” you whispered to Harry, lifting the placard in front of you that held his name.

Your date only grinned, but you quickly felt a hand on your knee underneath the table. He gave it a nice squeeze, and you giggled.

“None of that, Mr. Styles,” you warned. “We’re in public.”

“Oh, so I can’t even touch you?”

“I didn’t say that. Just be careful. I’m very ticklish. People may get the wrong idea.”

“I see,” he smirked with sexy eyes. “I’ll try to be discreet, then.”

The room started to fill up, and Harry was greeted so many times that you just remained standing. You had to admit, it felt good to be the companion of someone so popular. Luke’s popularity was nothing compared to this. And everyone seemed to be very fond of Harry.

However, after a quick chat with one of Harry’s friends, you felt his hand twist the back of your dress. Taking a step back to keep your balance, you looked at him and noticed how much the expression on his face had instantly changed.

“What happened?” you inquired. “Is something wrong?”

“She’s here,” he said, his voice low but clear.

“Oh,” you whispered. “Where?”

Harry loosened his jaw, then cleared his throat, looked down and scratched his nose. “Right there. Blue dress.”

Scanning the entrance, you picked out the woman. While she was attractive, she was not what you had pictured. Not that you had any point of reference, but she just didn’t seem like someone you would have thought Harry would have been in a relationship with.

“Oh, I see,” you commented, unsure of what else to say.

A waiter came around with a tray of champagne, blocking your view of Harry’s ex. You graciously accepted a glass, and Harry suggested you both take a seat.

“Hello, Harry,” you heard behind you just as you’d turned.

Harry exhaled through his nose before addressing her. “Good evening, Toni. You’re looking well.”

Toni flipped her hair from her shoulder and grinned triumphantly. Then her eyes fell on you.

“Antoinette Bloom, how do you do?” she said, offering her hand to you.

“Y/N Y/LN, nice to meet you.” You tried your best to give the most nonchalant, yet genuine greeting, hoping Harry was pleased. The corners of your mouth began to curve upwards when you felt his hand on your back once again.

“I hear you closed on the MacHouser deal, Harry,” Toni turned her attention back to her ex. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” he half-bowed, “it was a team effort.”

“Of course.”

Just then, another tall man appeared, his hand on Toni’s shoulder. “Darling, I found our table over there. I think it’s about to get started.”

“Oh, yes,” she grinned. “Good to see you, Harry.” She merely nodded at you, and didn’t even bother introducing the man who was already guiding her to the right side of the ballroom. You felt Harry let out a long breath.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you assured with a smile.

“Wasn’t so great either,” he frowned.

You slid your hand up his arm, squeezing his bicep. “Could have been worse.”

Finally looking at you, Harry’s frown turned into a grin. Your insides flipped when his dimples appeared and he pulled you close to him.

“She’s got nothing on you, you know.”

“Except history,” you remarked.

Harry chuckled. “C’mon, love. Let’s sit and enjoy this evening. Together.”

“Sounds good,” you agreed as Harry helped push in your chair. “By the way, did you know him?”

“Who?”

“The man she was with. She didn’t introduce him.”

“Oh. Yeah. He’s the uh…”

When Harry paused, your eyes widened in astonishment. “Him? She left you for that guy?”

“Well, no, she didn’t leave me, I kicked her out.”

“Because she was cheating on you. With him!”

Harry covered your hand with his. “Let’s not get into it, babe. Not now.”

With a huff, you sat back in your chair, crossing your arms. What an idiot this woman was! Fucking moron!

Harry chuckled low, making you look over at him. “What?”

“You look like a defiant child sat there like that, kitten.”

With a snort, you sat up straight. “Sorry. I just don’t think she knew how good she had it.”

“And how good is that?” Harry leaned closer, his hand sliding up your thigh under the table.

“Harry…” you mouthed, barely able to get out a breath as his fingers played with the hem of your dress.

“Oh, good evening Harry!” a plump man announced, grabbing the chair on the other side of him. “Looks like Marla and I are at your table.”

“Hi, Tom, how are things?” Harry quickly rose from his chair to shake hands with the man, then with the woman he was with.

“Well, as they say…same shit, different day!” Tom cackled.

Harry laughed, “Yes, indeed.” Then he introduced you to Tom and his wife, Marla, who both already seemed like very nice people.

Two more couples arrived shortly after, rounding out your table. Soon enough, the waiters came around with plates of food. You gawked at the presentation of the scrumptious looking chicken dish in front of you.

“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered in your ear. “I forgot to tell you I ordered the food weeks ago. I hope chicken is okay.”

“Of course, no problem,” you replied.

“Obviously I knew I wouldn’t be here with Toni, but I reckoned chicken was a safe bet.”

“It’s perfectly fine,” you insisted.

“So, how did you two meet?” Marla asked after Tom had made a toast.

Harry looked over at you and you felt your face flush.

“Um…the traditional way,” replied Harry. “At a nightclub.”

“Oh!” Marla giggled when Harry winked, putting you at ease.

Once again, you felt Harry’s hand on you underneath the table. Instead of squeezing your knee, he slid his palm up dangerously, allowing his fingers to rest just inside your thigh. You gasped out a breath, swiftly grabbing your champagne, hoping no one noticed.

Chatter and small talk filled the room until the lights dimmed slightly and the man from the elevator stepped up to the podium. He announced himself as Greg Hawthorne and welcomed you all to tonight’s gala. Then the television monitor came to life and displayed a quick introduction to the firm. While most of it was over your head, you were once again impressed by the company and what real estate it owned. After another quick spiel, Greg introduced the CEO who joined him at the podium, gave a short speech and sat back down at his table. Then Greg proceeded with the awards ceremony, starting with one for another man you’d met earlier.

Having finished your delicious chicken, you placed your fork down on your plate, and dabbed your lips with a napkin. When everyone clapped, you joined in.

Harry leaned over and whispered in your ear. “Bored yet?”

“No,” you smiled. “I’m having a lovely time.”

“Liar.”

“No, I’m not,” you insisted with a laugh.

You reached for his hand then, pulling it underneath the tablecloth, setting it in your lap. You covered it with your other hand for reassurance. Harry beamed at you, then kissed your temple.

Just then, a name you hadn’t wished to hear was announced. Antoinette Bloom stepped up on stage to receive her award, though you’d missed what she’d earned it for. You felt Harry’s body go still next to you.

“You okay?” you whispered.

“Um, yeah. Yeah,” he sighed. “I’m fine.”

“It’s still hard to see her, isn’t it?”

“No, no…it’s…it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Harry, it’s okay,” you said, squeezing his hand. “I get it. Remember?”

His green eyes stared at you and you thought you saw them water, but he blinked quickly. Then he pulled his hand from your grasp and reached for his champagne, gulping it down. You looked around your table and saw more sets of eyes, either on Harry or trying to divert their gaze. They all knew. They had probably known them when they were a couple. Suddenly, you felt like a duck out of water, and just as Toni was finishing her speech, you excused yourself to the ladies’ room.

When you made it to the stall, and took several deep breaths, you started talking to yourself. Reminding yourself that you were doing Harry a favor. You were his plus one because he wanted some sort of revenge, or proof for his ex to see he didn’t need her anymore - just as Harry had done for you the weekend before with Luke.

This isn’t about you, you stupid bitch. After tonight you’ll probably never see him again.

After washing up and touching up your lip gloss, you opened the door to see Harry standing in the hallway.

“Hey. What are you doing out here?” you asked.

“Checking on you. You rushed out so quickly.”

“Sorry. Must have been the champagne.”

Harry took two steps closer, enough to reach out and finger a curl on your shoulder. “Liar,” he muttered.

With a sigh, you shook your head. “Harry…”

“Y/N. I’m the one who should apologize. I made a fool of myself, trying to act like I didn’t care she was here. You were right.”

“I was?” you gulped.

“It’s still hard,” he nodded. “I mean…it’s not like I want her back. I don’t really want anything to do with her. Just…seeing her reminds me, you know?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m sorry, darling. I really am.” Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, and you took that as your cue.

“It’s okay. Shall I get an Uber, or…”

“What?” Harry’s eyes widened. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Well…um…,” you stumbled. “Don’t you want me to?”

“Oh, God, honey, no! No! I didn’t mean to imply that at all!”

You fiddled with the clutch in your hands as you stared at him incredulously. “I’m confused.”

Reaching for your waist, Harry pulled you even closer. “Baby, I want you to stay. Please. I enjoy your company. And even though this is probably boring you to tears, you look so fucking sexy, I want...”

“What?” you asked when his words trailed off.

“I…” Harry searched down either end of the hallway, making sure no one was within earshot. Then he guided you backwards against the wall. “I wanna eat you up,” he growled.

“Oh!” you squeaked just before his mouth collided with yours.

His kisses were rough and urgent. His stubble scratched against your delicate skin. And you loved it. Gasping for a breath, you grabbed hold of his jacket lapels.

“Harry…”

“I want you so bad, kitten,” he whined. God, that sounded hot. “Been thinking about you all fucking week. Took everything I had in me not to call sooner.”

“Really?”

Just then, two other women started down the hall toward you. Harry straightened up and you pretended to be looking for something in your bag. When they passed and entered the restroom, you raised your head. Harry was staring at you like a tiger about to pounce its prey. When he blinked slowly, you could hear him swallow hard.

“I got a room,” he finally said.

Your jaw dropped. “A roo-, here?”

“Yeah. I know it’s presumptuous of me. But I was hoping…you might…wanna stay with me tonight.”

As he said those words, he moved closer to you, slowly like a dream. Chills erupted down your body, and you found yourself eagerly allowing him into your embrace. His lips met yours again, this time sweet and wet.

“I-I thought…” you breathed between kisses, “when you froze next to me…when she got her award…that you…”

“Shh,” Harry sounded, silencing you with more kisses. “Baby girl…let me make it clear. I don’t want her. I want you.”

You thought you saw the shadows of the women returning from the bathroom, but neither you nor Harry moved an inch. His gaze pierced through you, you melted, and you may have even let out a moan.

“I want you, too. So bad.”

“Good,” he growled, sliding his hand around your neck. Then kissing you one more time, he stood up straight and said, “Let’s get out of here.”

Taking your hand, you were halfway down the hall when Tom emerged from the ballroom.

“Harry!,” he said. “They need you in here!”

“What for?”

“Your award!”

Harry cursed under his breath, and you chuckled as he tugged on your hand and led you back into the ballroom.

“There he is!” shouted Greg from the podium. “C’mon Harry, everyone who’s awarded has to get up here.”

Harry snorted, then gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before heading up to the stage. With a cheesy grin on your face, you made it back to your table and joined everyone in clapping as Harry accepted his award. You hadn’t even heard what it was for, but it didn’t matter. You were proud of him regardless, and you planned on showing him just how proud you were later in the room he’d said he’d gotten.

You watched your handsome date as he gave his acceptance speech, the glow on his face. When he was finished, he gave a quick nod and thank you, then began to make his way between the tables. You noticed Toni staring at him, but your grin spread when Harry paid her no mind, and instead beamed at you with his dimpled smile.

“Congrats, Harry!” exclaimed Tom when Harry reached your table. “I was worried you’d either gone or didn’t care about receiving an award. But I see I was wrong on both accounts. Well-deserved, my friend.”

“Thanks, Tom.”

Although Harry’s words were addressed to the man on his left, his eyes hadn’t left yours.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Now?” you half-chuckled, half-gasped.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice suddenly an octave lower.

“Oh, don’t leave yet, you two!” Marla whisper-shouted. “You’ll miss the best part!”

“Best part?” you inquired, eyeing both Marla and Harry.

Harry smirked. “There’s usually some sort of dessert, and they serve more cocktails.”

“Oh. I think I can pass.”

Not missing the tone in your confession, Harry rose from his chair and held his hand out for you. You eagerly took it, giving hasty goodbyes to your table mates, then you followed him back into the hallway just as Greg was giving his final speech, announcing the imminent dessert.

“I have my own sweet, tasty treat,” remarked Harry, patting your ass.

You were mid-giggle, starting to get handsy yourself when you heard a female voice behind you.

“Congratulations, Harry.”

Oh, goddammit, what did she want?

“Thank you,” Harry turned and nodded sharply.

“I always knew you’d make top broker,” Toni continued. “I know I voiced it many times.”

Her tone was sultry as she stepped closer to Harry. Then she placed her hand on his bicep and gave an adoring smile. Your stomach turned and your mouth felt sour as you watched her try to seduce her ex right in front of you.

“Um, no, actually you didn’t,” said Harry.

“Pardon me?”

“You never said that to me, Antoinette. Not once. In fact, if I remember correctly, you used to provoke and torment me by claiming you’d beat me.”

“Oh, that,” Toni dismissed Harry’s accusation with a wave of her hand. “That was just a little game. You enjoyed it, didn’t you baby? You liked trying to rival me. It only made you better.”

Your eyes wide, you nearly smacked her, but you held back your hands and your tongue.

“No, I didn’t enjoy it. And it didn’t make me better. I’m better now because you’re out of my life, Toni.”

Turning away from her, Harry grabbed your hand again and began walking faster. You tried your best to keep up as he led you to the elevators.

“Aw, little Harry is heartbroken so he needed to find a little trollop to mend his ego,” Toni mocked with a sneer.

At that you turned around swiftly. “You’re a horrible person! No wonder he kicked you out!”

“Y/N, please baby-”

“What the hell do you know?” Toni rolled her eyes.

“I know that this man is amazing and sweet and sexy as hell, and you lost out.”

Toni’s jaw dropped open as Harry pulled you toward the open elevator doors.

“I also know that nobody has used the word trollop since the sixties,” you called out just before the doors closed. “The term is slut now, honey.”

When the elevator stopped, and the doors opened, you followed Harry down the hall, your hand still in his until he stopped at the end of the hallway. Then he pulled a key card out of his jacket pocket and slipped it into the lock.

He had been quiet on the lift, his jaw set. You knew he was angry, and maybe even a little embarrassed. You felt for him, seeing just how vile his ex was. You wanted to make him feel better, but only if he wanted the same.

Stepping into the room, however, you nearly forgot what had just happened when you saw the exquisite view.

“Wow…” you breathed as Harry headed for the bar.

“Nice, yeah?” he wiggled his brows. When he poured two glasses of brandy, however, his expression returned solemn.

“Harry…” you began, walking toward him. “We don’t have to do this.”

“What?”

“If you’re not feeling up to it.”

“Who says I’m not?” he asked, handing you a glass.

“Well, I can tell you’re upset.”

“I’m not. I mean…yeah, she’s…a piece of work,” Harry half-chuckled, shaking his head. Then he looked at you. “But she has nothing to do with us.”

“No?”

“Mm-mm,” he sounded, reaching for your waist with his other hand. “I’m just sorry you had to see that. Cheers?”

You clinked your glass against Harry’s and took a sip, setting your clutch on the bar. He looked over his glass at you and winked. Slowly lowering yours, you grinned.

“So your award was for top broker? What does that mean, you sold the most houses?”

Harry chuckled low. “Houses, hotels, commercial properties...”

“Wow,” you said. “I’m proud of you, Harry.”

“Are you?” he smiled wider.

“Of course, I am. And I wanna show you.”

“Oh. You do.” Taking your glass, Harry set it on the bar next to his. “And how do you wanna do that?”

“Like this…” you said, reaching for his jacket and tugging it off his shoulders.

With a smirk, he shook his arms out of it and tossed it on a nearby chair. Then his eyes sparkled as you ran your hands down his chest and began to unfasten the remaining buttons of his shirt.

Slipping his fingers underneath your jaw, he pulled you into a deep kiss. You moaned against him, letting him know just how badly you wanted to please him. When your own fingers met his waistband, you felt him shudder, a sexy tremble of anticipation as he threw off his shirt. You played with him a bit, letting your fingertips linger along his tattoos after you’d unbuttoned his trousers. Then with a loud sounding of the zipper, you dropped to your knees along with his pants. You heard him gasp out a breath, a tiny one, but audible nonetheless.

You kissed his inner thighs, sweet, tender kisses. Moving up slowly, you reached for his underwear. A low, sexy exhale escaped his throat then, followed by a chuckle.

“Oh, kitten.”

“What?”

“Is this what you want?”

You nodded and licked your lips as his erection sprung from his briefs, meeting you in the face. Harry’s breath hitched in his throat when you took hold of it and wet the tip with your tongue. You looked up at him long enough to see his jaw drop as you enveloped your lips around his hard cock. Then he quickly shut his eyes and inhaled through his nose.

He was big. You knew this already, of course, but having him in your mouth for the first time took a little extra work and finesse. You didn’t think you’d be able to deep throat him, so you did your best with what you had to work with. Lubricating him up with your own saliva, you moaned against his cock while your hand met your lips halfway. Harry’s fingers raked through your hair until they had a good grip. His breaths quickened as he bucked his hips against you, urging you to suck him deeper and harder, your hand to move faster. You obliged to his physical requests until you felt him quiver, then tug harder on your hair.

“Easy, kitten,” he gasped. “Fuck, you’re so good, but I don’t wanna come so fast.”

Clipping your chin with his finger, he gazed down at you.

“Jesus, baby, look at you. So eager and willing to please.”

You nodded, running your hands up his thighs. “Yes, Harry. I wanna please you so bad. Wanna make you feel good.”

Stepping out of his shoes and pants, Harry lifted you from the floor. With his hands cradling your face he pulled you into a deep, wet kiss that nearly sent you back into a pool at his feet. Then slipping his fingers behind your neck, he found the zipper of your dress and tugged it open. Stepping out of it, you let him lead you to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I wanna make you feel good too, kitten,” Harry promised as he removed your black lacy bra.

“But it’s my turn, Harry,” you argued, climbing onto the bed and sitting on your knees. “You made me feel better last time.”

“Did I? Is that why you left in such a hurry?”

“I told you why I left,” you frowned.

“I know. I’m sorry.” His hands cupped your breasts as he snuck a kiss onto your collarbone.

“Anyway, tonight is about you,” you continued. “And I wanna show you how proud I am of you. How worthy you are.”

“Yeah?” he smirked, sliding his hand down the front of your panties. “Am I worthy of this sweet pussy?”

“Fuck yes,” you hissed.

Harry laughed, “God, you’re so wet already, kitten. I haven’t hardly touched you.”

“That’s the effect you have on me.”

“Good to know. I am lucky.”

He continued to stroke you, his fingertip pressing gently on your already throbbing clit. Still on your knees, they began to give out just from his touch. You grabbed hold of his arms to keep your balance, a tiny cry escaping your lips.

“Oh, sweetheart, you sure this is about me?” Harry raised a brow, teasing you.

“Yes, Harry. I promise. You just…get me worked up.”

“What do you think you do to me, hmm? Sat there next to me in that tiny little dress, your thighs begging to be stroked underneath the table. Your fuckable ass just waiting to be grabbed by my hands. Your fuck-me eyes batting their lashes at me as if I don’t know what that means.”

“I didn’t know they do that,” you mewled as you continued to ride his fingers.

“Oh, yes you do. And you love it. Just like you love how you’re dripping on me right now.”

“But you love it, too,” you said, trying to turn the tables. “You love how hot and wet I am for you.”

“Goddammit, yes I do. C’mere, kitten.”

The air suddenly felt cooler when he removed his hand from your panties. But the warmth was returned quickly as you watched him lay down on the bed and stroke himself.

“Harry,” you pouted. “I’m supposed to do that.”

“Well then hurry up, baby. We may have all night, but I get impatient too.”

You gave him a smirk, knowing he was mocking your impatience from last weekend.

“Just for that, I may just take my time,” you teased, slowly sliding your panties down your hips.

“Please don’t.”

“What would you do if I did?”

“Make myself come,” he replied cheekily, his hand still on his cock.

“Aw, c’mon Harry, play nice.”

He chuckled low, sending another thrill down your spine. Kicking your panties off of your ankle, you let them hit the floor as you crawled cat-like over his naked body.

“Kitten, you are,” he grinned, reaching for your hips. “Looks like I picked the right pet name.”

“Yes,” you agreed. “And now kitty wants a ride.”

Harry growled as you nibbled on his neck. “Condom’s in my jacket, babe,” he whispered. “Forgot to grab it.”

With a tiny pout, you slid off the bed and retrieved his jacket from the chair, and found the condom in the inside picket. Opening it swiftly, you returned to the bed where you eagerly slipped it on his awaiting cock. Lifting your hips, you eased yourself down slowly with a high-pitched groan.

“Gently, kitten,” instructed Harry. “You sure you’re wet enough?”

“Yes,” you sighed. “You just fill me so well.”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “Go slowly though, alright. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I can handle it, baby. Question is, can you handle me?”

Harry’s chest shook as he laughed, and you slowly began to ride him. When you began to pick up a little speed, however, Harry started to blink, his head tilting back into the pillow.

“Fuck, kitten, you feel so good.”

“I do? You like how my cunt feels dripping on you?”

“Mmm yeah. So fucking warm and wet.”

“You deserve to feel this good, baby. Every night,” you moaned.

“Yeah? You would fuck me like this every night?” he asked, his hips bucking up against you.

“Mmhmm. Anything you want. You’re such a fucking hot and sexy man. You deserve to be fucked any way you want.”

“Ah yes, fuck me, kitten.”

“She didn’t fuck you like this, did she?” you purred as you rode him faster.

Harry shook his head and gulped. “No.”

“You deserve so much better, baby. You deserve a woman who knows your needs. Who worships your cock.”

Though Harry moaned and let out an expletive, he grabbed your waist and tried to hold you still. “Wait…baby…wait, stop,” he gasped.

“What’s wrong?” you blinked.

“I don’t wanna fuck like this.”

“Like what?”

“Revenge sex, angry sex, whatever this is. I’m done with that, aren’t you?”

You stared at him, confused. “But, I thought-”

“I know, babe,” he interrupted with a nod. “But I don’t want this to be about her. Or him. Just us.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t you?”

“I…yeah, I guess so.”

Harry’s green eyes stared at you, and though they were still filled with lust, a softer look in them also appeared that you hadn’t seen before. “Just you and me, yeah? I think it could be great.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“Good girl,” he grinned. “Now fuck me.”

You slowly resumed your thrusts, your eyes still locked with his. While you tried to continue the little game you’d been playing, the point seemed moot. Something came over you that you couldn’t describe, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say you were feeling emotional, overwhelmed. But you couldn’t, could you? This was just a hookup, a mutual agreement. There were no feelings involved. Finally, you stopped all movement.

“What’s wrong, babe?” asked Harry, a bewildered look on his face. “You tired?”

“No. It just…it feels different now.”

“Different…good?”

You shook your head, unable to find the words. “I don’t know. I just…I feel vulnerable.”

Harry’s face softened as he sat up and ran his hands up your back. “I know, baby. But it’s okay. I’m here, yeah? I’ll make you feel good.”

“But I wanted to make you feel good,” you said.

“Then we’ll make each other feel good,” Harry smirked. “C’mon love, it’s alright. We don’t need revenge sex. Those two other people…they mean nothing. We don’t have to use each other anymore. Let’s just…live in the moment.”

Taking in a deep breath, you let it out slowly. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? His arms around you, Harry kissed your lips softly. Then he continued down your jaw and to your neck. Inch by inch, you let the tension fall until his soft, pillowy lips lightly touched your shoulder.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” you breathed before you realized it.

“Doesn’t it?” Harry murmured before looking into your eyes. “I want you, Y/N. I wouldn’t have invited you here if I didn’t. I wouldn’t have gotten this room. For us. You and me, honey. You’re the one I wanna be with.”

Though he didn’t finish the sentence with tonight, you took it as implied.

“Let’s make each other feel good, yeah?” he continued, pecking your mouth again. “I wanna make you come so hard.”

A low moan sounded from deep within your throat before you started to giggle.

“Does that sound good?” Harry wiggled his brows.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Sounds amazing.”

“Then get that ass up, baby, and turn around for me,” he demanded, patting your behind.

Once on your knees facing away from him, you braced yourself for a quick thrust. But Harry seemed to have other ideas. Instead, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back so that you sat on his lap. Pushing your hair off your shoulder, he kissed your neck just underneath your ear. Then his other hand found your right breast, cupping it and pinching the nipple between his fingertips.

“That feel good, kitten?” he whispered, his breath tickling your flesh.

“Mmm, yes.”

“Good. Now lift up just a bit and bounce on me.”

Doing as you were told had Harry slipping inside you easily just before you bounced back onto his lap, his cock filling you completely.

“Ohhhh,” you gasped. “Fuck.”

“Mmm yeah, babe, do that again.”

With a deep breath, you exhaled as you lifted up to your knees again. This time, however, Harry met you halfway, thrusting up against you as you came down. When you let out another gasp, Harry groaned in your ear.

“Fuck, princess, just like that. Keep going.”

Though your knees were already starting to shake, it was nothing like the nearly exploding feeling in your core. You could feel him fully, all of him in your pussy. And you couldn’t get enough.

You repeated the movements over and over, each time making your toes curl more and more. Finally, you noticed the thrusts weren’t quite as long, as Harry was practically holding you against him, his arm around your waist as he panted in your ear, giving you continuous words of encouragement.

“Oh, kitten you feel so good,” he whined, sliding his free hand down your belly. “I’m so close already. But I want you to come first, alright?”

“Yes.”

“Are you close, too?”

“Yes!”

His fingertips slipped through your folds and pinched your clit. Your knees buckled and you almost fell forward until Harry pulled you up. You could feel his wet, sticky chest against your back as he guided you to your climax.

“Easy, kitten,” he cooed. “I got you. Come for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel that sweet little cunt dripping all over me.”

“Aaaaaa…” you exclaimed, though it was far from an actual word. “Oh, God! Ohhh Haaarrryy….baaaabyyyyy!!!!”

“That’s it, kitten,” he urged, his finger still circling your swollen nub as he continued his thrusts. “Such a good girl. I love making you feel good, baby.”

With a few more whines and pants, you came down from your high, taking deep breaths and hard swallows.

“Mmm,” Harry growled, then kissed your neck. “It’s not over yet, love.”

You chuckled, placing your hand on his thigh. “I know. Shall I stay here, or you want me somewhere else?”

“I’ll let you pick,” he replied.

“Really?” Lifting yourself up, you turned around to face him. “Cause I’d really like to watch you when you come.”

“You got it, babe,” he grinned. Taking your face in his hands, he kissed you with fervor. Then he rolled you onto your back.

“Are you sore, love?” he asked as he resumed his thrusts.

“Not really,” you gulped. “Only in a good way.”

Harry chuckled, “Alright, good. Cause I want you legs up here.” Grabbing hold of your thighs, he lifted them over his shoulders. “That’s it, kitten. Now, keep your pretty eyes on me.”

You had no problem with that request. His arms around you with your knees next to your ears, you couldn’t do much more than stare at him. And he was a sight to behold. A curl had fallen from his forehead, and he already looked fucked out of his mind. Your entire body was on fire, inside and out. You couldn’t look away if you tried.

Because of his close proximity, his thrusts were short and quick, his cock hitting you in just the right spot every time. You tried your best to keep breathing, though you could already feel yourself teetering close to the edge. And Harry’s grunts didn’t help. He was so sexy, and it turned you on knowing you felt good around him.

“So fucking wet baby, god damn,” he panted. “Can I fuck you like this every night?”

You blinked in surprise until you remembered your words from earlier. With a gentle smile, you nodded. “Yes.”

“Promise? Cause I don’t think I can go another week, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you swore to him, and as you wrapped your arms around his neck, you knew that it wasn’t a lie.

Harry’s breaths quickened, and with a deep groan, he shut his eyes tight. Then with two more thrusts, his body trembled and he gasped in your ear.

“Fuck. Oh, kitten, you’re amazing.”

Your fingers played in his hair as he laid on your chest. You listened to his breaths for a moment until he looked up at you.

“Please don’t leave,” he said.

“What?”

“Tonight. Don’t leave like last time, please. Stay with me.”

After a pause, you allowed your fingertips to draw shapes across his back. Then with a sigh you said his name.

“Hmm?” he sounded, rolling onto his side next to you.

You turned and looked at him, giving him a smile. “I have no intention of leaving.”

With a grin of his own, Harry pulled you close and kissed you, no other words needed.

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Nina literally blows my mind every single time. I don’t know how she does it! Another masterpiece by her right here.

Perfect combination of funny and sexy 😮‍💨

HEAVEN WITH YOU

A game of Seven Minutes in Heaven with a very charming stranger. One that's so charming, you're left in need of more minutes. Of all the minutes. (Massive thank you to my bestie @heartateasee for helping me fine tune the idea. Love you so much!)

Mature Content: explicit language, dirty talk, spitting, handjob & fingering (f receiving). For an 18+ audience only.

Word Count: 3.9k

You’re starting to regret agreeing to play Seven Minutes in Heaven. You’re twenty-five years old. You have a masters degree and a mortgage. Your ideal night is being at home with your feet in fluffy socks, a cup of tea in hand while watching reruns of your favourite show. What the hell are you doing?

Your expectations for the work friends’ house warming party and the reality of it have been two vastly different things. You imagined sophisticated conversation. A glass or two or Merlot. Quiet, calming music. Maybe a little gossip update about June in HR’s repeated raunchy rendezvous with married-to-someone-else Peter in Finance. 

What you’ve experienced thus far is sex talk. Shots of tequila. Heavy drum n bass. June and Peter getting it on in the corner of the kitchen with an audience of giggling adults.

You were gobsmacked at first, but then, a couple of drinks to loosen up later, you sunk into the chaos. It felt like you were living out your teenage years all over again. And that felt good. Easy. Fun. 

So when someone suggested playing the silly game, one with a twist that intrigued yourself and several other people, you didn’t hesitate. You threw your hat into the ring, the tipsy state you were in giving you confidence. The carefree energy around you contributing, too. 

Those things upped and left when it was your turn to go into the closet, though, and it was all thanks to the twist that had you so curious.

You were to head in, but you weren’t to know who was heading in after you. 

You hadn’t really bothered scanning the small crowd that was playing, much too focused on sinking a few more shots than scoping out your soon-to-be hook-up and watching others head in to the living room closet for their own. It had been a long time since you’d let your hair down this much. You were having fun; your previous reservations about the night no more. 

But your name was soon called, and before you knew it, you were in the game. In the cupboard. Those reservations came back thanks to the pitch black space. The regret hit hard thanks to the unknown. 

You knew you could easily leave. This wasn’t forced, and if people called you out for quitting, you’d tell them to do one. Everyone at this party may be acting like teens, yourself included, but you wouldn’t succumb to peer pressure like you would have back in your younger years. 

Yet you didn’t go. You’re still here, your heart beating hard and head a little hazy. You're painfully sober now, any and all booze consumed now dried up. Much like your mouth. 

The door opening has you freezing in place, even though you weren’t moving anyway. A small strip of the living room's flashing lights seeps through the crack along with the loud music, a tall figure passing through and into the closet seen before darkness resumes and the sound dulls.

No facial features were detected, their movements too quick before shutting the door, but a fragrance hit you hard. Tobacco and vanilla cologne. Tom Ford, to be precise. You’ve smelled it before from one of those stalls in the mall offering out samples. It’s sultry. Sexy. You can only hope that whoever has joined you is of a similar disposition. They must be. A person’s signature scent says a lot about them. 

A beat of silence passes before a raspy chuckle sounds out, “The things we do to get a little action, huh?”

An immediate smile stretches your face, a comfort found in the deep, masculine British drawl lightening the mood with a joke. Arousal, too. You're a sucker for the accent.

“It’s not easy being single these days.”

“Tell me about it. The last date I went on was a disaster. Don’t think I’ll ever go on another one again.”

“Hence being in a closet with a stranger.”

“Exactly.”

You laugh, and while you can’t see it, you can feel his smile. You can tell it’s beautiful. There’s no regret anymore. Only comfort. Intrigue. Excitement.

“Should we introduce ourselves?”

“But then we wouldn’t be two strangers in a closet. All the fun would be gone.”

A flirty sparks hits you, his tease turning you on, “And what kind of fun are you expecting to have?”

“Whatever approximately six and a half minutes will get me. Only if you’re down for that, of course.”

“I wouldn’t be in here if I wasn’t.”

“I know, but you could have changed your mind. You still can. Just want you to be comfortable.”

“Gosh, the stereotype is real.”

“What stereotype?”

“You Brits… you’re so polite. So charming.”

Another chuckle, the sound warming you from head to toe, “I mean it’s the bare minimum, isn’t it?”

“I suppose. But when you’ve gone a lifetime without, one can’t help but swoon.”

“I’ve made you swoon?”

“Mhm. I’m weak at the knees. Catch me before I fall.”

Two large, strong hands immediately find your hips in the dark. Like magnets. It makes you gasp, the precision and firmness surprising you. The sparks incapacitating you.

It falls quiet again. No witty retort. Just quiet breaths from you both. Your hearts beating loud. The tension almost audible. 

“Got you.” He hums, his tone an octave lower than before. A change in cadence that sends tingles straight to your core, “Now what?”

“You found my hips…” You murmur, shuffling forward until his hands slip from there to the small of your back, and yours make contact with a muscled chest housed behind a soft knit jumper, “Now find my lips.”

A subtle groan from him followed by soft palms gliding up. They reach the tops of your shoulders. Move onto your collarbones. Up your neck. Stopping at their final destination - your jaw. Cradling it while you’re left to recuperate from the way the tender touch has made you feel. 

Light as a feather, his thumbs stroke your skin. The tips brush the corners of your mouth, and you can sense his own grinning once more. Another success had. 

You assume now that they’ve been located, he’ll kiss you. That’s what this game is all about. Making out. Maybe taking things a little further. 

But he doesn’t. Instead, he traces the shape of your lips with his thumbs, finding the middle and working his way out and around until you’re putty to his pads and suddenly aware that he’s playing a different game altogether. One you’re enjoying far more.

“Thank God we’re in the dark.” His words are breathy. Voice beautiful, “I’d have had to go back on my no dating rule after seeing the knockout smile I just know this mouth can give.”

You laugh loudly, caught by surprise as much as you are flattered, “I’m so glad you elaborated after that first sentence. I was about to be very offended.”

“And risk ruining my chance to lock lips with these beauties?” He tsks, lightly tapping the centre of your mouth with the pad of his thumb, “No fucking way.“

“Clock’s ticking, Prince Charming.” You murmur, the need for him having grown with every passing second, “It’s now or nev-”

Pillowy lips meet yours, cutting you off. Your breath hitches. Heart thumps. Belly flips. Body melts. Knees weaken. Eyes close, with stars seen behind your lids. Never has a mouth against yours felt so divine.

He’s slow with his movements, taking his time despite having so little of it. A gentle peck to the middle. A careful wrap around your top lip. A soft suck on your bottom one. A tiny swipe of his tongue against your seam, silently asking you to part to let him in. 

And you do, quick to roll yours against his. The breath you held comes out as a whimper. His a groan. You grin. He does the same. 

Your face is still cradled by his hands, but his chest goes neglected by your own. You’ve slipped them up to lock around the back of his neck, curls at the nape of it tickling your fingers. They’re as soft as his lips. As soft as you've been made by him. 

You’re completely pliable, bent and arched at his own whim. You know he’s dipped down quite a bit, a good bit taller than you. That turns you on almost as much as kissing him does. 

It kicks up a few notches, teeth starting to clash, tongues moving sloppily and lips quickening in their movements. His groans have turned into pants. Your whimpers into mewls. You feel yourself throb, and you aren’t alone in that. His half-hard cock tucked behind denim jeans pressing against your belly does the same. 

His arousal is gasoline to the flames of your own. You need it doused. He’s the only one capable of doing so – the problem and the solution. 

“You want a little more action?” You ask, lips off his that don’t hesitate to move onto your cheek. Jaw. Neck. Your moans punctuate each messy kiss that comes with a tickle from his facial hair, your head tilted back to give him all the access; groaning as he goes. 

“‘M not sure we’ve got enough time for me, but we’ve definitely got enough for you.”

You smirk, brows lifting, “I don’t remember Prince Charming being so smug.”

“I know what I’m capable of.” He mumbles, teeth grazing the crook of your neck before he sucks. The particularly sensitive spot makes you gasp, and him grin. 

“Are you implying that I don’t know my own capabilities?” You challenge, now a little collected. A lot confident, “Who’s to say that I can’t get you off quicker than anyone else ever has? Quicker than even you can?”

“Lots of experience.” He counters, mouth ghosting yours. Breath smelling like the tequila you’ve been shooting, because he’s been sipping his own, “But if you’re so adamant to prove your point, by all means… work your magic, love.”

You’re quick to smash your mouth back against his, missing his sweet lips after only a few seconds without. The belt of his jeans is blindly located by your fingers, unbuckled in seconds. Button popped open and zipper pulled down even quicker. He grins against you; the devious expression felt driving you wild. 

Slipping your hand past the elastic of his underwear, your palm skims over soft hair and onto silky skin. It’s warm. Thick. Big. A gasp pours from your mouth into his. A groan from his into yours. 

Now, it’s your turn to grin. Just as deviously, your head pulling back an inch, “Thought we had enough time for me, too?”

A breathy laugh through his nose, “Oh, we do. Just wanted to wait until you hinted. Make sure you’re still on board, y’know?”

“I’m more than on board.” You hum, giving the base a firm squeeze to show so that pulls a whine from him, “Got me curious as to whether you're all talk or not.”

And with that, everything moves quickly. You pull him out of his pants, hand leaving his length for a split second so you can spit into your palm. A moan heard from him at your filthy little move. The sound snuffed out as you wrap your slick skin around his quivering cock once more. 

He pulls your skirt up, fisting the floaty material at the small of your spine with his left hand while his right pulls your panties down to your ankles. His palm stroking your thigh before slipping between both. Index finger teasingly trailing through your slit. Purposefully avoiding your clit. You moan, needing more. He grins against your mouth, ready to give you it. 

Two pads finally press against your throbbing, swollen bud. A mewl from you, lips finding his as your hand starts to stroke up and down his cock. A grunt from him as he starts to circle, his movements expert. Euphoric.

You’re slickened up in no time, much like his shaft. It pulses in your palm, a mixture of your spit and his precome covering both places. You pulse against his fingers, needing them inside you. 

“You ready, love?” He groans against your mouth, his tone dripping with the desire from the pleasure you give him. You nod fast. Desperate, “Gonna give you one first, okay? Warm you up a little more.”

“No, two now. Please.” 

He grins, teeth nipping your bottom lip, “As you wish.”

The feeling of his middle and ring finger slipping in with complete ease makes your knees buckle. Your breath falter. You stretch around the welcome intrusion, your work on his cock halting. You’re too blissed out to continue. At least right now. 

Knuckle-deep and cold metal rings felt against your hot skin, he stops. Your sweet spot found; a place he strokes. Come hither motions that make your skin tingle, jaw slacken and soul leave your body. 

“Shit- just like that.”

Another grin from him, but no change to his tactic. He’s heard what you like. You trust that he’ll stick by that. You can tell he’s a man of expertise, his actions now and words earlier lining up. You’re in good hands. The best.

The faint sounds of your wetness echoes around the confined space, you moans harmonising with it. Kissing him is something you’re unable to do. Your hand around his cock is limp, serving no purpose there. You want to give him pleasure, but you physically can’t. He’s got you immobilised. Weak. Pathetic. 

“Feeling good, stranger?”

You choke out a laugh, “Mhm, so good. Prince Charming had every right to be smug.”

“Like I said… lots of experience.”

“You’re painting yourself in quite the slutty light.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Nope. Not if whoring around has led you here.”

A laugh from him, the sound wholesome and heartwarming, “Can’t say I disagree with you there, love. Your hand holding my cock and tight little cunt feels as good to me as my fingers do to you.”

You can’t help but whimper, which makes him smirk. You can feel it against the corner of your mouth, “You like hearing that, hm?”

“Yes.”

He stops stroking your g-spot, a thrust of his fingers in and out of your hole beginning. The wet noises amplify. Pornographic sounding, much like your moans. 

“This is what I like to hear. So messy. So pretty. ‘S a sign of a good fucking, don’t you think?”

You can barely breathe, let alone think. Let alone speak back. All you can muster is another needy nod, a throaty groan heard from him. 

“Harry.” He purrs, your eyes shooting open in wonder even though you can’t see a thing or him, “That’s my name.”

A hard swallow from you, shaking yourself back to the moment so you can talk. It’s hard, though. His plunging fingers feel so incredible. 

“Why are you telling me? Thought you wanted to be strangers?”

“I did. But now I wanna give you something to moan.” He hums, a chaste kiss to your bottom lip, “Will you do that for me, love? Will you moan my name when I make you come?”

“If you make me come. Sure.” You tease, the lie on your tongue tasting sweet. You both know it’s going to happen. But the opportunity to bruise his ego a tad was just too good to pass up. 

Harry, as you now know him, chuckles, “I think this pretty pussy of yours has other plans. ‘S hugging me so tight. Soaking my fingers, too.”

His words make your walls clench his digits. A guttural groan from you. A shit-eating smile from him. You’re close, and he knows it. 

“Just a little more to get you there, yeah?”

You could clap back with another sassy remark to playfully knock out some of that narcissism, but you don’t want to. You enjoy the cockiness. You want to come. Harry wants you to, as well. There isn't much time left. Why fight it?

“Quicker.” 

Your command is immediately listened to, Harry’s pace picking up. Each prod of his pads against your g-spot and hit from the heel of his hand against your clit tips you closer to the edge. Your thighs trembling. Your knees sinking. Your climax approaching. 

His fingers fucking you fast cause obscene noises from your mouth and your cunt, your hands now gripping his shoulders for dear life. Harry still grins, the occasional kiss pressed to the corner of your parted mouth. 

“C’mon, love.” He encourages, his whispered voice your own version of angels singing, “Take me to heaven with you. Make a mess. Let it go.”

And just like he’s listened to you, you listen to him. Coming hard, you see heaven. Singing his praises while practically screaming his name; just like he wanted. Smiling and simpering as you do. Shaking and squirting, too. A filthy groan from Harry as the latter happens.

“Shit- that’s so fucking hot.” 

He works you through the high, your arousal gushing around his fingers and down your thighs. You can’t control it when it occurs, which isn’t often and never with another person. 

Until now. 

Spent, you slump against him. Face finding the crook of his neck. Chests meeting. Hearts pounding so hard. You can feel his. He can no doubt feel yours. 

Harry slips his fingers out, residual arousal flowing from their absence. You whine and writhe, wanting him back inside of you already. Wishing you had more time. 

A kiss to the top of your head makes you smile into his slightly sweaty skin, the smell of him delectable. His perspiration blends so well with his cologne; the scent of you joining forces to make for a devilishly delicious cocktail. 

His cock twitching against your stomach reminds you of your neglect. You pout, feeling guilty. 

“Turns out that I was the one that was all talk, no action.” 

Harry laughs, shaking his head that hovers by yours, “Trust me, you gave me more than enough. Wasn’t expecting the squirting.”

“You and me both. ‘S the first time it’s happened with another person.”

“Yeah?” You can hear his smile. Feel his pride, “Damn. My narcissistic ass is about to be unbearable.”

A loud bang on the closet door, both of you jumping, “Time’s up!”

Harry groans. He seems as annoyed about the interruption and gutted about your time together ending as you are.

“Alright! We’ll be right out!”

As much as you have zero regret about what just happened and you’re feeling so blissed out, you can’t help but blush. You’re going to leave the closet, and people are just going to know what happened in it. The smell of sweat is very telling. As is the fact you’re bound to be fucked-out looking from the soul-shattering orgasm you were gifted.

But you have to go. You can’t hide in here forever, as nice as that would be with a guy like Harry. One that’s as sweet as he is sexy, and you haven’t even seen his face yet. 

You pull apart, putting yourself back together. Legs and cunt dried off with your panties, the fabric stuffed into the pocket of your skirt that you tug back down. You don't exactly have a whole array of options for the very necessary clean-up job, and now you have no choice but to go commando for the rest of the party. Oh well.

You heard him shuffling around, getting himself situated as you did the same. Still hard, gone forgotten about cock confined behind his briefs once more. Zipper up. Button fastened. Belt buckled. Fingers licked clean. The latter made you clench around nothing; hungry for another helping of Harry after just having a delicious fill. 

Neither of you speak, nothing but now regulated breaths filling the stuffy space. You’re smiling, though, and you know he is, too. Maybe going out into the crowd won’t be so bad when you know he’ll be following behind?

“That was a lot of fun.” He hums, the inflection of his tone indicative of a blush. Something that makes you giggle. 

“It really was. ‘M sorry I didn’t get you off, though.”

“Don’t be sorry, ‘cause I’m not. That couldn’t have gone any better. Any hotter. I saw God, actually."

“And the British stereotype has been fulfilled once more. So polite. So charming.”

“And also so interested in learning your name.”

That makes you grin, your heart skipping a few beats. Belly filling up with butterflies, “What does that matter now? We had our fun as strangers for the most part. Why not leave it at that?”

You’re teasing, of course. You’ll tell him your name, feeling hopeful there’ll come a time where he moans it. You’ve just decided to wait until you’re out of the confined cupboard before handing it over. 

Harry knows it, too. The chuckle he offers is very telling of that, “As you wish.”

Finding his cheek in the dark, you press a quick kiss to it before squeezing past him and out into the light. You walk a few steps through the living room, all eyes are on you. Loud whispering and childish whistling heard. But you don’t care. Not about them. Only about Harry. 

You turn around, facing the closet. Breath held. Eyes locked. Heart thumping. 

And upon his tall figure ducking and slipping out and into the room , your heart stops. Eyes glaze. Breath releases. 

He’s gorgeous. He’s a God. One that’s dressed in a vibrant red jumper and dark blue jeans, with chocolate-coloured curls a perfect mess on top of his head and over his brow, moss green eyes locked on you, and pretty pink lips smiling like he’s not the only divine being in the room. Not when you're in it, as well.

Harry saunters toward you, everything and everyone else a blur. Your sights are set. Your body pulses. Your grin a mile-wide. All for him. Only for him. 

He stops at your feet, looking down at you looking up at him. There’s hunger in his eyes. Happiness, too. 

“I love being right.”

“Right about what?”

Harry nudges his chin towards your mouth, eyes staying on yours, “There's that knockout smile. Never seen a more gorgeous one in all my life.”

A giggle bursts out of you, the sound stretching Harry’s smile higher up his pretty face until his eyes cutely crinkle at the corners. A dimple born. 

You dreamily sigh after a hard swallow, gesturing your chin towards his grin, "Right back atcha."

His only grows, cheeks turning peachy. He gestures his head to the right. The front door, “Wanna get out of here? This party was only fun for seven or so minutes.”

You blush, your body more like jell-o than ever before. You’re feeling so thankful that your confident streak earlier on sent you into that closet to play a silly little game. One that's only just started, it would seem.

“You got somewhere in mind?”

“Wherever your dream first date would be. Within reason, of course. I've not got my passport on me."

Harry’s response makes you giggle, your brows lifting, too, “Thought you’d sworn off dating?”

“I had. ‘Til you." He counters, his smile stretching some more as he eyes up your mouth before looking meeting your hazy gaze once more, "Told you that smile would have me going back on my rules.” "Good to know that Prince Charming's a man of his word." "Oh, he's so much more than that." Harry winks, jerking his chin your way once more, “What's your name, love?”

“I’ll tell you on our date.”

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God damn 🥵

x

#i love him so bad #i need him so bad

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Oh my gosh, thank you so much! 🫶🏻🥺 I’m so glad that you liked it. All of my little blurbs will probably get check-in’s at some point, and they’ll definitely be one of them! Any ideas on what you’d like to see??

Oh yess please!! Like how they feel being in relationship with each other nd After all the pining they have built their relationship into something really strong!!! Would love to read anything about them bestie!!:)

Eeeek! Okay 🤭 Adding to my list, friend 🫶🏻

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Ahhhhhh Slip-Up was so so amazing like really so perfect that I could stop reading it bestie! Perfect amount of angst but at the same time smutty too! No pressure at all but would love to read a lil check-in about them! 💖

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! 🫶🏻🥺 I’m so glad that you liked it. All of my little blurbs will probably get check-in’s at some point, and they’ll definitely be one of them! Any ideas on what you’d like to see??

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Thank you bestie 🥺 I love you so bad 😘😘

“Slip-Up”

best friend/roommate!harry x you

Word Count: 8.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had spanked her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit, you have a roommate?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You were here when…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long did you watch us?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You forgot my birthday.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I haven’t seen you,” he stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

“Feel good, Y/N?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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https://www.tumblr.com/heartateasee/748857086437359616/slip-up

this was just an odd read at times first of all how about we stick to the important topic of your best friend forgetting your birthday and not bring up the fact you stood and watched him have sex😭 also “if i went and checked in on him all this could’ve been avoided” he still forgot your birthday???? having to remind him doesn’t make it any better lmao

Well, to be fair, Harry brought up the topic of him having sex first when he asked if she was there earlier. She was angry that he forgot her birthday, so she wanted to throw it in his face (also, as stated, she had alcohol in her system and was letting a lot of that do the talking). If you read onto the second part of the blurb, they were clearly avoiding each other, and the situation as a whole still upset her (him forgetting her birthday, and what he said to her).

So, I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy it….

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Has anyone ever been sh*dowb*nned on here? I’m starting to think I might be for some reason 😩

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The way he asks, and the way he puts his knee down first 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

HARRY STYLES | LATE NIGHT TALKING (2022) - BEHIND THE SCENES

#i love him so bad #i need him so bad

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“Slip-Up”

best friend/roommate!harry x you

Word Count: 8.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had spanked her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit, you have a roommate?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You were here when…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long did you watch us?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You forgot my birthday.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I haven’t seen you,” he stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

“Feel good, Y/N?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Clairvoyant”

harry x you (don’t really know how to label him in this one…)

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: cheating (with y/n), angst, some rough unprotected sex (spanking, spitting, anal play - f receiving), squirting and slight degradation

Plot: You and Harry had been sneaking around with each other for over a year as he was unhappy in his arranged relationship with his fiancée, but that all comes crumbling down one day when he shows up at your door unexpectedly.

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This wasn’t what you had expected when you had planned a night in for yourself. You didn’t expect to answer the door and see Harry with a duffel bag in his hand when he hadn’t even announced he’d be coming over.  You didn’t expect to be sitting on the edge of your bed, staring down at your feet with tear-filled eyes as he walked around your room - gathering things he had left here for the last year or so. The only thing he told you when he walked in was that he was here to get his things, and nothing more had been spoken between the two of you in the five minutes he had been here.

“Are you just not going to tell me what’s going on?” You asked as you sucked in a deep breath, pressing your tongue to the inside of your cheek.

Harry stopped moving for a second, and you could see the inkling of him turning his head to look at you over his shoulder, but he stopped himself -  continuing to pack his bag. “She found out, and she threatened to go to my father with it all.”

Your heart sank when you realized this was the worst case scenario. You felt your bottom lip wobbling as you picked at your nails, looking away from him again.

“So...this is it?” 

You hoped it wasn’t, but deep down you knew. You were never going to see him again.

“It has to be,” Harry’s voice was rough, and unlike you’d ever heard from him before.

In the past year and a half that you had known each other, you had only see him angry once, and that was because the restaurant you had ordered delivery from for dinner fucked up your order. Not his - yours. He always wanted to make sure that you were happy and satisfied, and knowing that your meal wasn’t right had him riled up. You had managed to talk him down with a few kisses, and some soft caresses, and that night ended with the two of you cuddled up next to the fireplace.

You pursed your lips to the side as you tried to keep yourself from getting overly emotional, but it was all coming down on you at once. “How did she find out?”

“She went through my phone while I was asleep. She found our folder…”

Flinching away, you immediately knew the folder he was referring to. It was a hidden one that he had in his photos, but with the proper password, it was accessible to anyone that may have his phone in their possession. It was photos of the two of you, most of the time engaging in some act of sex, and now you regretted ever agreeing to let him have that. The only reason why you had was because you knew he grew lonely while his fiancée was at work, or when she was out with friends, and you wanted to be able to provide him with some satisfaction when you couldn’t be together.

“She didn’t do anything with those photos, did she?”

“No, she assured me she didn’t, and I believe her,” Harry zipped up his bag, and for the first time he actually turned to look at you. “That’s not her angle as of right now. If I weren’t to end this, then that would change.”

Your bottom lip trembled as it fully hit you that not only was he leaving, but someone had seen the two of you when you were most vulnerable. You were careful when it came to showing that part of yourself to others. Harry had only been the fifth person in your life to see you naked like that. 

“So she…she saw me like…” You trailed off, not being able to even finish your sentence as you shut your eyes tight.

You jumped as you then felt the tips of Harry’s fingers dancing down the sides of your arms after a few seconds. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

For the first time since showing up, his voice held that tenderness that you knew and loved so much. 

Except right now, it didn’t do a single thing to calm you. Instead, it was pissing you off considering he had the nerve to come here, barely speak to you and just trudge his way into your bedroom to start packing his bag as if the two of you didn’t have something deeper than just sleeping together going on.

You loved each other. You both knew it - even though it hadn’t been spoken.

Speaking it out loud would make it a true reality for the two of you, and deep down, you always knew this was how it was going to end. It wasn’t going to be a mutual goodbye, or a cordial separation. It was going to have to blow up in order for the two of you to stop seeing each other because neither one of you wanted to let go.

“No,” you raised your hands, pushing against his chest slightly to have his touch retreating from you. “You don’t get to touch me anymore.”

Your voice wavered as you avoided eye contact with him, sniffing loudly as you tried to come off as strong - wanting to will away these frustrating tears.

“Y/N, please,” Harry’s voice was now pleading with you, but you shook your head.

“No, Harry,” you shoved at his chest again. “You walked in here as if I was just some one night stand, and your girlfriend found out, but you forgot something important of yours so you had to come back in here. You walked in here, and you didn’t give me any type of explanation until I asked. You didn’t offer me a single shred of consoling. It's like you didn’t expect for this to make me feel this way.”

You never got angry with Harry. You just didn’t. You never raised your voice, or showed any irritation. You had never felt that way towards him.

Until now.

“So, yeah, go ahead and leave,” you walked past him and out of your bedroom as you started back towards your front door. “Since it’s just so easy for you to do, then guess what? It’s going to be so easy for me to watch you go.”

Just as your hand went to reach for the door knob, you felt an arm around your waist - pulling you back against a broad chest.

“Y/N, please don’t be like this,” Harry said into your ear, and you could tell by the tone that he was starting to crack. “Don’t have us end it angry.”

“That’s not fair!” You all but wailed as your tears started to fall harder. “You were going to try and make this as emotionless as possible. You were just going to leave me to take care of it by myself once you were gone.”

“Because it’s easier!” Harry’s voice boomed as he pulled away from you just to turn you around, and you looked up to see tears of his own pooling in his eyes. “I can’t…I can’t have you beg for me. If you do that, then I’d never be able to really say goodbye.”

You swallowed harshly at the word.

‘Goodbye’.

“That’s it then?” You asked, shaking your head. “I…I don’t even get to have you one last time?”

Harry’s eyes lifted from where he was looking down at his feet for a moment, and you watched as his eyes danced over you - contemplating your question.

He knew he shouldn’t. That it would just make things harder to walk away if he allowed himself to indulge in you one last time, but it was hard to resist.

Sex had never felt so good for the two of you until each other. Without even speaking, you were both able to determine what the pace of the night would be. Whether it be rough, the way you both liked it most of the time, or whether it was slow or passionate - you both just knew what was needed silently.

“We shouldn’t,” Harry looked away from you again, and he walked past you - going back into your bedroom.

You followed closely behind him, and you watched as he bent down to grab the bag he brought with him off the floor. It was packed, and ready to go. 

The last pieces of him that you had confined inside a piece of luggage.

“This isn’t fair,” you choked out, deciding to be selfish. “You can’t…you can’t just leave me.”

“Come on, Y/N,” Harry sighed as he pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. “Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.”

“I don’t understand how this is so easy for you,” you sat down on the edge of your bed, tugging at your hair in frustration. “How are you okay with just walking out that door and never seeing me again? Harry, I-I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

When this whole thing first started, you both had agreed that it was just sex - no feelings. Neither of you could determine exactly when that changed, but it hadn’t been just sex for a long time now. 

You weren’t sure if it was when he started leaving stuff here that the switch happened, or maybe it was when you were sick and he showed up at your door with medicine and hot soup to make you feel better. Regardless of not being able to narrow it down, the switch had happened, and you both allowed yourselves to grow too attached.

“You think this is easy?” Harry hissed, and you dropped your hands to claw at the comforter underneath you. “You think this is fucking easy?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Harry continued.

“This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life, don’t you understand?” Harry’s eyes showed remorse and honesty as they drilled into yours. “Leaving you here, and knowing that this is it…I’m fucking ruined. No one has ever meant as much to me as you do.”

Harry had never confessed such deep emotions towards you before, but that was because neither of you needed it. 

Again, you both just knew. You always knew.

“And no one has ever meant as much to me as you!” You practically screamed back as more tears of anger and fear stained your face. “I should’ve never fucking done this. It should’ve just been the one night like we said. You should’ve never asked for my number. We should’ve just left it alone.

"I knew it would end with only one of us being completely devastated because you were always going to have someone to turn to once it was over. But not me…I don’t know how I’ll move on.”

You dropped your face into your hands as a sob wrecked through your chest. The only man that you could really say that you deeply, and truly loved was leaving you.

You were convinced you’d never find another. Harry was the love of your life. No one else could ever compare.

“You don’t mean that,” Harry said as he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck - thumb caressing your skin. “I don’t regret a single thing with you.”

Deep down, you didn’t either, but it was easier to try and convince yourself that you did in order to try to find the first step in moving on.

“Stop it,” you snapped while lifting your head up, and you watched as his eyes widened. You never had spoken to him like this before. “Just get out, Harry. Not that I would be able to anyway, but I never want to see you again.”

The pained look on Harry’s face was one that would be etched into your mind forever.

“Y/N, please don’t make us leave it like this,” Harry’s hand tightened its hold on you.

“I’m sorry, but how are we supposed to leave it? Am I supposed to just shake your hand, and thank you for the last year and some odd months of sex? For leading me to believe that I could ever be something besides the other woman? You told me you were going to figure it out. You told me you were going to leave her.”

“Yeah, well I thought I had more time,” Harry’s voice was raising again as he dropped his hand. “But I don’t, and if I don’t do this, then I have nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.”

“You’d have me!” 

The quiet hung over the two of you as you stared into each other’s eyes, and you felt as if your heart was being ripped out of your chest when that didn’t earn a response.

“Right,” you laughed sadly, lifting a hand to push away your tears. “I’m not enough. I’ll never fucking be enough for you.”

You kept your eyes down as you waited to hear his footsteps, but all you heard was the sound of his bag thumping against the ground. His large hands were then on your face - tilting your head up to look at him.

“You are more than enough for me,” Harry said, holding your eyes so you knew he was telling the truth. “You’re too good for me, and that’s why I have to let you go. You deserve someone better. Someone that can offer you everything that you want - everything that I can’t.”

“I don’t want anyone else, don’t you understand?” You clawed at his sides, clinging to him harder than you ever had. “I want you. Just you, Harry.”

It was then you felt his mouth against yours, and you didn’t even need to feel it for more than a second before you were fully giving in. You immediately separated your lips, tongues rolling over each other’s as he slotted himself between your legs. He tipped your head back even further, eliciting a moan from you as you felt him beginning to suck on your tongue.

Your hands ran down to his jeans that he had on, grateful of the fact he hadn’t worn a belt so you could easily pop the button before pulling down the zipper. 

Slipping your hand inside his briefs, Harry gasped into your mouth as you took him into your palm - your thumb brushing over his soft tip. He was always so heavy in your hand, and you loved it. 

“Y/N,” he whimpered as he pulled his lips away from yours, resting his forehead against your temple.

“I need you to properly say goodbye to me,” you panted as your hand worked his shaft.

Your command rang in Harry’s ears for just a moment before he nodded, reaching down to pull the hem of your jumper up - the article of clothing abandoning your body. You didn’t have anything on underneath, and he lowered you so that you were laying fully on your bed. He eventually maneuvered the two of you to have you both laying in the middle of your mattress as his hands reached up to knead at your breasts.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, shaking his head. “I need to memorize you. Every bit of you.”

Soon you also removed his shirt from his torso, and he kicked his jeans and briefs the rest of the way off his body to have him fully naked.

“I wish I could take my time with you,” he breathed as he pulled off your leggings and your underwear. “But I can’t be too long.”

You shook your head softly. “I really don’t care. I just need to feel you one last time.”

Harry ran his hand down the expanse of your abdomen before both hands cupped your hips, and he flipped you over onto your stomach. The sudden movement pulled a gasp from you, and you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you knew where this was going.

He was going to be rough with you, and you secretly hoped he would choose this as the last way to have you other than making it slow.

“Condom?” Harry questioned as he ran his length between your folds.

“Have you gone without using one with her?” You looked at him over your shoulder.

After the first few times of being with each other, the two of you decided to forgo condoms. You had an IUD, and he always used condoms when sleeping with her, so you knew the two of you would be safe.

Harry shook his head. “No, and either way, I haven’t slept with her in a couple months.”

“Harry,” you sighed, dropping your forehead against the bed. “No wonder she went through your phone.”

“I know,” he cleared his throat. “I promise that I tried, but the last time I did…I couldn’t get hard.”

“Jesus,” you knew that was the nail in the coffin.

Harry had always talked about how sex with her was okay, but that it didn’t compare to what he had with you. He had agreed to still sleep with her every couple of weeks to avoid suspicion, so now you understood exactly why she had gone digging for answers.

“It’s fucked up.”

“It is,” you agreed, but there was a part of you that felt your stomach swirling at his confession. “Can only get hard for your whore, hm?”

Harry’s palm cracked down against one of the globes of your ass - causing your body to jolt forward as you huffed out a laugh. 

“Watch it,” he sneered, and you felt yourself clench down around nothing. 

“What? Isn’t that all I am? Just a hole to stuff your big-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as you felt Harry’s cock enter you with one hard thrust, and your fingers gripped to your bedding as he stretched you beyond comprehension.

“Shut-up,” Harry hissed through gritted teeth, and he brought his hand up to redden your other ass cheek - making them even.

After a moment, he started up a vigorous pace as he pulled your cheeks apart to properly see where he disappeared inside of you. His eyes lingered on your tightest hole, and you squirmed as you felt him spit down against it.

“You say you’re my whore?” The pad of Harry’s thumb began to smear the wetness over the band of muscles, and you choked on a moan as he dipped the tip inside. “Then you’ll take it like one.”

His digit then entered you fully, and he began to pulse it in and out of you at the same rhythm that his prick consumed you at.

You could feel your arousal making a complete mess of him while dripping down your thighs, and the noises that were produced from his cock penetrating your cunt had both of you completely, and utterly turned on.

“Sweet little pussy splitting itself open just for me,” Harry rambled aimlessly as he kept up his movements. “You said it yourself, it had never been properly taken care of until me. Isn’t that right?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, jaw slack as you let Harry use your body for both of your pleasures.

Smirking softly, he knew you were blissed out from what he was giving you, and he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he moved one leg to have his foot against the mattress - snapping his hips against your ass that much harder.

“Oh, fuck me,” you mewled, earning yourself another slap to one of the rounds of your ass. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah? Been hardly giving it to you, and you’re already going to cream over my cock?”

His words pushed you over the edge, and you could feel your orgasm not only coating him, but also spraying against the inside of your legs.

“That’s it, baby,” Harry praised you. “Good girl spraying all over me - getting us all wet. Filthiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your toes curled as his thick cock rode you through the aftershocks of your climax, and you threw your hands behind you to grip to the back of his thighs - causing your torso to hover over the bed.

“Oh, that’s how you want it?” Harry clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “You want it harder?”

“Yes,” you begged, arching your back to feel him even deeper. “Ruin me.”

With Harry’s thumb still satiating your tightest hole, his other hand gripped to the top of your shoulder so he could use that leverage to force you back against his powerful thrusts. Small ‘uh’s of pleasure left you with every clash of skin, and you just knew he was going to have your squirting again.

“Not going to be able to go for much longer, Y/N,” Harry forced out, feeling his own orgasm brewing at the base of his spine. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Give it to me,” you pleaded, nails digging into his skin. “I need you to come in me, and make sure you push it up in there. Let me keep it. Let me keep you.”

Harry felt his abs clenching at those words, and it was as if they triggered that build up he had been fighting against to try and last as long as possible to completely crumble. His come began to pour into you, and he kept up his heavy thrusts to fuck it as far up into you as he could - just like you asked.

The feeling of his orgasm coating your walls had you coming once again, and you felt yourself spraying even more as Harry removed his thumb from your ass.

“Fuck yes,” he gasped, your squirt coating his abdomen. “So good, baby. So fucking good.”

Harry worked the two of you through your highs as much as he could before he was collapsing against your back - the two of you buckling down against the mattress. He stayed inside of you, not wanting to leave the warmth that was your delicious cunt just yet.

Once he gave himself a moment to catch his breath, he sat up to carefully flip you over - all while still sheathed inside.

“Harry,” the way you said his name had his eyes snapping up to meet yours, and that’s when he saw the tears of both pleasure and sorrow filling your own. “Please don’t leave me.”

The knot that began to form in Harry’s throat grew fast, and eventually he too had tears coating his cheeks. “I don’t want to. I want to stay here with you - where I feel safe.”

Your arms reached up to wrap around his neck, and you pulled him tight against you.

“I would always keep you safe,” you whispered as you ran your hands through his sweaty curls. “My sweet boy. I want nothing more than to have you forever.”

Harry whimpered as he shoved his face into the side of your neck. “I-I love you, Y/N,” he sobbed as he gripped to your ribcage. “I love you.”

Your chest jumped as a sob of your own bounced off the walls surrounding you. “I love you too, Harry. I love you so much.”

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Three months. It had been three months since you last saw, or even heard, from Harry.

After giving yourselves over to each other one last time, and confessing your love for one another, he collected his bag…and he left.

And today - today had to be the hardest day of them all.

You knew it was his wedding day, no matter how hard you tried to push it from your mind. It was all you could think about as you sat on your couch. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn on the TV, or to put on some music.

You just stared at the wall as you allowed your mind to be completely consumed by him.

It was self-inflicted torture as this point, but you couldn’t force yourself to think of anything else.

You had hoped that the absence of him would cause your thoughts of him to dwindle, as well as the hold he had on your heart, however, that wasn’t the case. You missed him more than you ever thought you could.

Your friends didn’t see you anymore, and you were barely making it by at work. You were a shell of your former self.

For the longest time you had wished that he had forgotten something of his behind, but now you’re glad that he hadn’t. You didn’t know how you would’ve reacted if you had found a stray shirt, or a misplaced sock. You’re sure that it would’ve been the cause of a whole new spiral.

The only piece you had left that reminded you that what you had was real, was the postcard from Hawaii that you had tacked to the cork board by the desk in your room. He had gone on a business trip with her and her father, as well as his father, and he was gone for almost a month.

You were shocked when you received it in the mail two weeks after he had left, and the message he scribbled onto the card made you smile.

‘Currently staying on one of the most beautiful islands in the world, but all I can think about is you. I wish you were here with me. I can’t wait to come home and be with you again.

xo - H’

You knew he hated that stupid arranged relationship with her, but you couldn’t believe he had sent that postcard because the two of you had only been secretly seeing each other for a little less than six months. What you thought was just going to be a one night stand after pulling the hottest guy at the bar turned into quick hookups, and weekends together when she was out of town.

There was a strong part of you that knew you couldn’t keep doing this to yourself, but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to let go. 

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As you blinked your eyes open, you weren’t sure what time it was when you had managed to cry yourself to sleep on your couch. Your eyes fluttered shut again with a hum, and that’s when you registered your head was against a hard surface while fingers were threading through your hair.

You sat up quickly, and your lips parted when you saw Harry sitting next to you on the couch - fully decked out in a suit.

“Harry,” you croaked. Your throat was raw from all the crying you had done.

“Hi, baby,” Harry sent you a soft smile with tears in his eyes as he cupped the side of your neck - thumb grazing your jawline. 

Your eyes darted down to his left hand that still sat in his lap, and you braced yourself at the fact that you were going to see a gold band wrapped around his ring finger.

But it wasn’t there.

Gasping, you looked back to his face, and you watched as his eyebrows furrowed together. “I couldn’t do it.”

“What do you mean?” All logic escaped you, still completely overwhelmed at the fact that he was here in front of you again. 

“The wedding. The marriage. The whole fucking relationship,” Harry shook his head. “I couldn’t do it anymore. I…I left her at the altar, and I came straight here. Let myself in using your spare key when you didn’t answer. I got scared.”

Your heart was now pounding in your chest as you registered what he was telling you.

He wasn’t married. And he wasn’t hers anymore.

“Harry,” you repeated, reaching out to cradle his face in your hands - thumbing at his cheeks as if you were making sure he was actually here. “You came back.”

“I should’ve never left, Y/N,” Harry licked over his bottom lip. “I was an idiot, and I would understand if you never forgave me, but I had to come and see you. I’ve missed you so much.”

You pushed yourself onto your knees as you closed the space between the two of you, and you lowered your thumb down to press the pad of it against his bottom lip.

“I want to be upset,” you confessed. “And I know I should feel more angry than I am, but I’m not. I’m just so happy you’re here. I haven’t stopped thinking about you once, and it wasn’t for lack of trying.”

You both chuckled sadly as Harry’s hands came up to rest on your hips. “I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to scream at me. I’d let you yell at me every day, and tell me how much of an asshole I am if it would make you feel better.”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, it doesn’t matter now. You’re here. We’re together.”

“Together,” Harry confirmed with a nod.

“I love you,” you whispered as you dropped your forehead against his.

“I love you too.”

And then finally, the feeling that you had yearned for for weeks now was once again yours. Heart shaped lips pressed against your own, and you allowed the sensation to take you over completely.

Harry was here. And he was yours.

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“Chapter One”

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(Chapter one to “Cherry Bomb” - please make sure to read the TW on the “Cherry Bomb” masterlist before proceeding.)

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Sitting in my makeup chair, I stare at myself in the vanity mirror. The bright bulbs surrounding it are causing me to squint a bit. My usual hair stylist wasn't able to make it out to LA for this show, and I wasn't upset about that. She had a family emergency, and for me, friends and family came before anything for those around me. The woman behind me, whose name I learned was Lisa, was just finishing up the curls she was putting into my hair. She was middle aged from what I could see, and she could style the hell out of some hair. I had just gotten my wolf cut shaped for this specific show since it was the last one of my current tour, and she couldn't stop complimenting me on how much it suited me.

After this, I will be taking a break to work on a new album here in LA. I've purchased a house and had a recording installed so that I'll be able to work there instead of traveling around. Although my parents didn't live here anymore, this was still the place I considered home. I left almost two years ago when I got signed to my record label, and it's been almost three years since I've actually been back.

As much as I had tried to deny it, there was a part of me that had avoided LA on the two other tours I've gone on before this one. I wasn't ready to face the people here who knew me, and most of all, I don't know how I would act if I were to see him.

I went through a few years of therapy to get over the emotional turmoil I went through after Harry and I's friendship ended. It was necessary. I avoided human contact with anyone but my parents for almost a whole year because of it, and I finally took the step at finding a therapist - forcing myself to make the appointments for a few months until I actually started to look forward to it.

It's been almost a year since the last appointment with my therapist, the both of us deciding that I no longer needed to be seen on a monthly basis as I had been. We agreed that I could reach out to her when needed, and she assured me that she would be available any day and any time.

"Alright, since I'm finished with your hair, I'm gonna go grab your girl to finish up your makeup, okay?" Lisa asks, and I give her a nod.

"Yes, thank you so much for doing this last minute. I really appreciate you."

"Of course, sweetheart."

She gives me a squeeze to my shoulder as she exits the room, and I sigh as I grab my pack of cigarettes off the vanity. I slip one between my lips, lighting it up as I stare at myself in the mirror once again. It looks like the only things I have left for my makeup is eyeshadow, lashes and lips, and I know those won't take too long since the base of everything is already set.

I take a drag of my cigarette, flicking the ash into the tray in front of me. Pulling my bottom lip through my teeth, I keep the stick between my fingers as I rub the tip of my thumb over one of my brows out of stress.

There were going to be people here tonight that I haven't seen in years. I knew that by keeping my real name instead of choosing a stage name that as soon as I decided to come home that it would bring attention. I wasn't famous on a large scale by any means, but I did have a decent following, and this current tour has opened a lot of new doors for me.

I had invited Mikey and Kailey considering I'd kept up with them pretty regularly over the years, but they both were busy tonight with their jobs. I've actually flown the both of them out to a few shows, and at first I was worried that the both of them would be offended that I got a whole new band to back me up instead of them, but they understood why I didn't. That would feel too much like having the band without him, and that was just something I couldn't ever bring myself to do.

I've only ever brought him up once, and it was to Kailey after the third show I flew her out to. She said she wanted to talk to me about it as well, but she didn't know how to bring it up. He was still in the area, that was for sure from things that Kailey had heard, but she had only ever seen him twice since everything happened.

The first time was at a gas station and he was grabbing a pack of cigarettes, however, he didn't see her. The second time was at a house party she was invited to, and Harry was just showing up as she was leaving. She told me that he was already pretty drunk from what she could tell, and they made eye contact, but he immediately looked away and kept making his way into the party. She told me that Mikey hasn't heard or seen him at all.

"Sorry, sorry, I was finishing my dinner."

I'm brought out of my thoughts as I see Christy, my makeup artist, come rounding in front of me. "Okay, so just a few things left, Marls," she says, eyes scanning over my face before giving herself a nod.

I take a few more quick drags of my cigarette before snuffing it out.

Christy begins to apply some primer to my lids before shuffling through some of the palettes she brought with her. "Since your outfit is a dark creme and black color scheme, I think I'm going to go with a darker lid, what do you think?"

"Yeah, yeah," I nod, clearing my throat before looking back at myself in the mirror. "That sounds good to me. I trust you, you always take care of me."

Christy stands back in front of me and sends me a smile as I close my eyes, allowing her to work her magic. My hands were slightly clutching to the arms of the makeup chair as I felt the bristles of the makeup brush on my lids.

It's quiet between the two of us for a while before Christy speaks up. "You're a little more nervous than I'm used to seeing," she comments. "Are you nervous about potentially seeing..."

Christy has been my makeup artist for the last two and half years, and within that time, I've opened up to her a lot about things in my personal life. Other than my manager, she's probably the person I confide in the most while on the road, and sometimes even off of it. I try my best not to bother either of them when we're taking a break from touring, and they're back at home with their families, but both of them have assured me time and time again that I'm not doing that when I reach out.

"A little bit, yeah," I confess, licking over my bottom lip. "But I also don't think that he'll come. He probably doesn't even remember at this point."

I can hear Christy sigh, and I feel the brush fall from my skin for a moment. My eyes flutter open to see her staring down at me - head tilted to the side.

"Now you and I both know that you don't actually believe that for a second."

Scowling slightly, I cross my arms and slouch in my chair. "No, I don't. You have to understand that it's easier for me to think that way though than to think he does remember me, and that he hasn't reached out at all."

"Trust me, I definitely get that," Christy says with a nod, and I close my eyes again to let her continue. "But I also don't think it's completely fair to yourself to just say he's forgotten you. I highly doubt that he has."

"Who knows at this point though? Literally no one I still speak to has actually talked to him. I have nothing to go on."

Christy remains silent as she finishes my eye makeup, and she continues to not speak as she applies my lashes. I'm sure she's stopped speaking on the subject to keep me from getting even more nervous than I already am.

As she starts to work on my red lips, I see the door open in the mirror.

"You have fifteen minutes before you're on, Marlowe," Lys, my manager, says as she pokes her head into my dressing room. "Do you need any help getting into your dress?"

I shake my head once Christy pulls the lip product she was using away for a moment to give me a chance to respond. "No, I've got it. Thank you though."

Lys nods, but instead of stepping out, she makes her way into the room, standing behind me as Christy finishes up on my lips. She places her hands on my shoulders, massaging them softly as we make eye contact through the mirror.

"You've got this. I know this is your first hometown show, and that it probably feels extremely stressful for you right now, but just remember what you always say before each and every show - you won't be able to see past at least the fourth row because of the lights, these people are here to see you because they already love your music, and you wouldn't be up on that stage to begin with if you weren't immensely talented."

Christy moves away for a moment, before she stands back in front of me with some setting spray. I close my eyes and feel the product misting my skin, and then I feel air fanning against it as Christy dries it by waving her hands in front of my face.

"All done, and looking as beautiful as ever," she says, reaching down to grab my hands.

With the both of them making contact with me, it does help me ground myself a little bit. I shut my eyes and take in a deep breath as I give Christy's hands a squeeze.

"Thank you guys so much, seriously," I tell them, blinking my eyes back open. I shift in my chair a bit so I can look at the both of them, Lys moving both of her hands to drape over one of my shoulders. "I don't know what I would do without the both of you."

"Crash and burn, probably is what I'd say, " Lys says with a shrug, looking over to Christy. "What do you think?"

"Oh absolutely," Christy agrees with a nod.

I roll my eyes before popping up out of my chair, walking over to my dressing room door. Gripping the doorknob on my hand, I gesture my other hand through the door frame.

"Now, if you lovely ladies would be so kind, I have to get changed," I tell them.

Lys sticks her tongue out at me playfully as Christy gathers her makeup supplies, and they both file out of the room. I strip off the robe I had been wearing, leaving me in just my bra and underwear underneath.

Making my way over to the hanger on the rack, I pull off the fishnets that were hanging through the middle of it and pull them onto my legs with a pair of black cheeky shorts over them - just in case my dress flies up for any reason on stage. I slip on my dress after that, thankful that the zipper was on the side so I could actually manage this myself.

It wasn't that I didn't want the help, but I just needed some silence before going out on that stage. Things never end well for me if it tends to get too loud, and I had a fear of that happening if I didn't give myself some alone time tonight.

After I sit down on the couch, I pull on the shoes that have multiple buckles that go up my legs - which stop right underneath my knees. I shove my hands into my half pleather gloves, clenching and unclenching my fingers to get a good feel of how much mobility I had in them. I stand up and walk over to the full length mirror in my room - giving myself a good once over.

I slip my eyes shut after a moment, rolling my head from side to side on my shoulders while shaking out my arms a bit.

Beginning to pace around my room, I start my vocal exercises - tapping my fingers slightly to the beat that I was pacing myself at. My eyes meet the clock on the wall, and I know that it's time.

I make my way over the door, and I open it before making my way towards the stage.

"Oh! I was just coming to get you," Lys says cheerfully as she begins to walk beside me, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together. "I'm so proud of you, Marlowe, you have no idea."

We make our way to the steps that lead to where I'm needed next, and she stops us. I look down at her, and I can see tears glazing over her eyes.

"I mean that," she says, speaking over the cheers that are flooding through from the crowd. "I know how much it took for you to get here to be able to play this show, and I hope you're just as proud of yourself as I am of you. You're remarkable, and now you get to show the city where you came from just how remarkable you are as well."

Pursing my lips to the side, I do my best not to cry as I quickly wrap my arms around Lys, pulling her in for a hug. "Fuck you for almost making me cry before I go out there," I joke with a laugh, and I hear her give one back to me as her hands run up and down my back.

We pull away after a moment, and she begins to wipe under her eyes.

"Go, go! I'll be right off to the side if you need me, but I know you won't. You're going to be so wonderful."

Smiling, I give her a nod before making my way to the steps, encasing one of the rails in my hand. I watch as my band enters in from the steps on the other side of the stage, and they take their positions. They begin to play my intro song, and I nod my head to beat to try and get myself into the zone.

On stage, I'm more than just Marlowe Finch. On stage, I'm Marlowe Finch, the singer.

Once a certain beat hits, I race up the steps and onto the stage, the volume from the crowd increasing entirely as I walk the front of the surface. This was a smaller venue, so it was easy for the sound to fill the place, but I was honestly surprised at just how many people were here. I could tell there were people lined up from wall to wall, and the crowd extended all the way into the back towards the front door.

I can feel the large smile taking over my features as I make my way back into the middle of the stage towards my mic stand.

"LA, how are we feeling?" I call out, and the crowd begins to go wild again after just starting to calm down. "Well, you beautiful fucking people, I hope you came here to have a good time because that's what I intend on giving you. Did you guys come here to have a good time?"

I can hear the crowd yell back 'yeah' to me, and I laugh outside of the microphone before letting it meet my lips again. "I said, did you guys come here to have a good time?"

They yell back again even louder than before, and I nod. "Well let's start this damn party, shall we?"

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My chest heaves as I finish my second to the last song. I turn to face my band, sending them all a huge smile, and they're sending me one right back. I turn back to the crowd, and I can feel a lump growing in my throat.

"You guys have been so incredible. I can't thank you enough," I tell them genuinely as I rest my hand against my chest. "I haven't played a hometown show in my time as an artist for various reasons, but I've finally found the strength within myself to do it, and you guys have given me a show even greater than I ever hoped. So thank you, to each and every one of you for making this night so special."

"I'm going to be taking a bit of a break to work on my first full album - not just an EP. Can you all believe that?" I ask, and the crowd cheers. "And it wouldn't be possible without all of you, truly. For this last song I'm going to sing, it's the only completed song I have so far for the new album. It's extremely personal to me, and I didn't know if I was going to play it tonight, but you guys have been so great to me. This is my gift to you. Thank you guys again."

Once more I turn to my band, and my guitarist, Garrett, lifts his eyebrows at me. I know that they all have to be surprised that I'm choosing to sing this song, but it feels right tonight. I give him a nod, and he begins to strum the chords for the introduction of the song.

After a while, the drums start as well, and I close my eyes tight as I keep my back to the audience. I listen to the music surrounding me and I tell myself that this is the moment for me to finally sing this - the most personal song I've written so far. I can hear that it's almost time for me to start singing, and I turn back to the crowd as I cup the microphone on the stand in both of my hands.

"Down to you. You're pushin' and pullin' me down to you, But I don't know what I-"

The song immediately goes into the chorus, and I find myself shutting my eyes again - shying away from the crowd for the first time tonight.

"Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself from saying something that I should've never thought. Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself from saying something that I should've never thought of you."

I hesitantly open my eyes, and I can see the crowd nodding their heads and swaying to the sound of the beat. That gives me a little more reassurance, and I feel a small smile twitch onto my lips as I watch them.

"Of you - you're pushin' and pullin' me down to you. But I don't know what I want. No, I don't know what I want."

Taking the microphone off the stand, I walk towards the front of the crowd and lean down, making eye contact with a few people as I sing the next verse.

"You got it, you got it - some kind of magic. Hypnotic, hypnotic - you're leaving me breathless I hate this. I hate this. You're not the one I believe in - with God as my witness."

The band leads me into the next chorus which then fades into the slower bridge, and I stop in the middle of the stage. I extend one of my hands over my head as I feel the music, and I begin to snake my body around while I sing out the next words.

"Don't know what I want, but I know it's not you. Keep pushin' and pullin' me down - when I know, in my heart, it's not you."

The song remains slower until the band kicks in heavy once again for the last chorus, and I quickly grab the microphone out of the middle of the stage, tossing it to the side, as myself, Garrett, and my bassist, Alice, begin to head bang.

"Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself from saying something that I should've never thought. Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself from saying something that-"

I slam down onto my knees on the stage, my dress long enough to cover me as it sit back slightly on my heels, and I press the palm of my hand not holding the microphone down onto the stage between my thighs as I belt out the last few lines of the song.

"I should've never thought of you. I knew. I know, in my heart, it's not you. I knew. But now, I know what I want, I want, I want. Oh, no, I should've never thought!"

Sucking in air to catch my breath, I keep myself in the position for a while. I didn't even realize that I had tears streaming down my cheeks, my eyes now burning from the sensation as my bottom lip trembles. I know my hair is covering me from the audience so they're not able to see how emotional I've become.

In order to distract the crowd a bit, the band begins to play the beginning of the song again, and I know they're doing it to stall - to help me recuperate, and give a proper end to my set.

Only a few more seconds go by before I push myself off the ground, and I lift my other hand to move my curls out of my face as I hold the microphone to my lips.

"You've been truly magical, LA," I compliment them, and I know that my tears are gone from my cheeks. I just hope that it hasn't been obvious that I've been crying. "Hopefully I'll be seeing you again really soon. Thank you again, get home safely, and have a good night!"

I begin to blow kisses to them and wave as I start towards the steps I had entered on, and I quickly feel an arm wrap around mine.

"Believe me when I say that was your best performance yet!" Lys squeals, leaning over to press her lips against my cheek, her hold tightening on my right arm as she does so. "I can't believe you played the song. They loved it, Marlowe."

Lys has set it up for me to sign a few things against a side barricade before heading back tonight, and I was more than okay with that. They start leading me towards backstage again, and the way the stage was set up, I have to walk a bit onto the main floor before entering the backstage door. There's a railing blocking me from everyone, and I move a bit closer to Lys as fans start screaming my name - extending copies of my EP for me to sign.

My eyes widen, and I stop to greet them. I sign the items and give them back, all while thanking each person for coming tonight, and for supporting me. Once I reach the end of the line, the main floor is practically cleared out, and we start towards the door.

"Marlowe," I hear my name, and I feel a hand brush against the top of my left arm.

I immediately flinch away and look over at the individual as the security behind us begins to block me from them. Looking away, I start towards the door again before I freeze - realizing the set of ivy colored eyes my blue ones had just been met with.

"Honey, come on," I know Lys is speaking to me, but her voice sounds far away as I turn to look at the person who is calling my name once again.

All the air gets pushed from my lungs when I see who it is, and my knees just about give out on me. He's dressed in a pair of tight black jeans with a pastel floral button-up. The top few buttons are undone to reveal the swallows I knew so well in addition to the antennas of the butterfly that adorns the top of his stomach.

"Harry," I breathe, and he gives me a nod.

It's then that I realize his hair is longer - much longer than the last time I've seen him. He lifts a hand to run through the front of it, pushing it out of his face, but he never averts his gaze from mine.

"No fucking way," I hear Lys whisper behind me, and she quickly gives my arm another squeeze. "Let's go, Marlowe. I'll have security see him out."

Shaking my head, I pull my arm away from her, and now I'm completely turning to face him.

"What do you want?" I ask him - my tone coming out more aggressive than I thought, and I've even surprised myself with that.

"Can we talk?"

Every fiber of my being tells me that I should tell him no. That I should just send him away, and that I don't owe him a thing for the years of turmoil he's put me through. But now that he's here in front of me, and I know he hasn't actually forgotten who I am, I want nothing more than to hear his voice for more than just a few seconds.

"You want to talk?" My eyebrows narrow, and I can feel one of my hands clenching into a fist by my side.

"That's what I asked, isn't it?"

"Alright, that's enough," Lys' voice cuts in, and I feel her wrap her arm around my chest as she starts to steer me towards the backstage area again. "Come on, let's get you changed and home."

"No," I tell her, and we stop again as I tilt my head towards the door - eyes still on Harry. "If you wanna talk, let's talk."

Harry peers at the security guard that just slightly towers over him as he makes his way around the barricade that was completely separating him from us. I swallow harshly as we start towards my dressing room, and Lys opens the door - following me inside.

"Marlowe, I don't know if this is such a good-"

"Look, Lys, I appreciate it, I do, and I understand why you would be hesitant to let me do this, but with the progress I've made - I feel like I need to," I explain, and I watch her nibble on the inside of her cheek before looking over her shoulder at Harry who was now also entering the room. "I have my phone on me, okay? If I need you, I'll call."

"Okay," she sighs, shaking her head in defeat when she knows that I'm going through with this. "Do you want me to leave one of the security guys outside of the door?"

I can't help but smirk softly at her proposition. "I'm okay, but thank you for offering."

Nodding, she starts out of the room, but she stops and looks at Harry. "I swear to god, if I get a phone call from her in the next five minutes and she's crying, I'll find out where you live, and I'll make sure that-"

"Lys!" I say, and she quickly makes eye contact with me as I raise my eyebrows.

"Right, sorry," she mumbles before heading out of the room.

Silence takes over, and I keep my eyes off of Harry as I walk over to my vanity. I grab the ashtray off the surface, as well as my pack of cigarettes, before I head over to the couch - plopping myself down on it. I stick a cigarette between my teeth to hold it stable as I lean down and begin to undo the buckles of my shoes. Once I have them undone, I toss both of them to the side, and I pluck the lighter out of my pack.

I quickly light the cigarette before leaning back into the couch a bit, one leg crossed over the other. In the time that I had taken my shoes off, I didn't notice that Harry had grabbed one of the fold up metal chairs that had been leaning up against the wall. He set it up right across from me, only the coffee table really separating the two of us.

Unfortunately, I find myself in a bit of a trance as I see him fish his own pack of cigarettes from the front pocket of his jeans. He flips the lid and brings it up to his mouth, pulling one of the sticks out with his teeth. His eyes flip up to meet mine as he grabs his lighter and sparks it - heart shaped lips immediately closing down around the filter, and I watch the end glow orange.

We both pull the cigarettes from our mouths at the same time, and I tilt my head up to blow the smoke towards the ceiling, but his head remains level with his sight still set on me.

It only takes a few more seconds before we let our eyes journey down each other's bodies, and although I had taken him in out on the main floor, it was like I was doing it for the first time all over again. My head could hardly wrap around the fact that he no longer had some sort of bandana trapped inside his curls, and I could tell with the way his sleeves were rolled up to the creases of his elbows that he had gotten more tattoos over the years.

I'm sure I looked different to him too. My hair was now dark brown, almost black, instead of blonde. My body had truly formed into a woman, causing me to have thicker thighs and a fuller bust. Although my dress covered all of my chest, I knew he could still see the curve to my breasts. He cleared his throat once his eyes made it down to my legs that were still crossed, and he leaned forward to ash his cigarette into the tray.

"So you made it, huh?" He asks, licking over his bottom lip before taking another drag. "You did the whole music thing?"

I scoff slightly, and I can't help but roll my eyes at his statement. "Well, yeah, it was always my dream - my end goal. Just wish that..."

Trailing off, I decide not to finish my sentence as I shake my head. "Doesn't matter," I mumble softly. "What about you? Do you play anymore?

"Well, it would be hard to play considering your parents sold my drumset when they moved out of their home, but even then I wouldn't have wanted it. I still listen to music, but I could never see myself playing again like I did."

Frowning, I ash my own cigarette, leaning forward a bit to rest my wrist on top of my knee - tilting my head to the side. "That's a shame, Harry, you were talented," I tell him honestly, and for the first time I feel my stomach knot up from my nerves. "And my parents assured me that they put the check for the set in your mailbox."

"Oh they did," Harry laughs, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. "Just another act of charity from them, just like all those years before."

I try to swallow down my anger with his comment, but I can feel my jaw tense. "They never saw you that way, and you know that I never did either. You bought that set with the money you earned from working at the record store. It was yours."

"Yeah, whatever," he shrugs me off with a wave of his hand as he takes an especially long drag.

It grows quiet again, and I finish off my cigarette - putting the butt out in the tray. Leaning back on the couch, I drape my arms across the top of it, and I watch as Harry pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Why are you here, Harry?" I ask, needing him to be straight up with me. I need to know why he chose me coming home to finally acknowledge my existence again.

"Saw your name on the marquee," he said, bringing his hand up to toy with his bottom lip instead, rolling it between the pad of his thumb and his index finger. "Had to make sure that it was you."

"Okay, I guess I'm just a little confused? It's been almost five years. I'm just not understanding how me coming home all of a sudden-"

"What? Do you think there's more to this than me just wanting to confirm that it's you? I'm not here from some type of emotional reunion, Marlowe. Jesus Christ," Harry shakes his head, snuffing his own cigarette out before reaching to grab his pack again.

"Oh, because there's just so many Marlowe Finch's in the world, right?" I ask him, feeling my hands begin to tremble as I drop them down onto the cushions beside me to cup the edge of the couch. "You just had to confirm it was me?"

"I don't know what kind of answer you're looking for here, but whatever it is, you're not getting it from me," Harry laughs darkly, his eyes completely avoiding me now.

Gritting my teeth, I stand from the couch and reach out to snatch his pack of cigarettes from his hand. "You owe me a fucking explanation," I seethe, tears beginning to burn in my eyes from how furious I'm feeling. "Do you understand what you've put me through?"

Harry rolls his eyes and I see a smirk take over his expression as he looks at the wall over my shoulder instead of looking at me. His lips roll, and I can tell that he's slightly sucking his teeth.

"Is something funny?" I lean down to block his view of the wall, and for the first time ever, I see a darkness in his green eyes.

It almost knocks the wind out of me as he's never looked at me with such a gaze, and he sits up from his slightly slouched position in his chair.

"Yeah, there is," he states, standing up, and he takes the pack back from me. "The fact that you think that I owe you anything. Whatever you went through after I told you I didn't want to be friends with you anymore is on you. I should've done it years prior, but you were clinging to me so hard and-"

"Don't you dare fucking finish that sentence," I grit at him, tugging the pleather gloves off my hands as they were growing too clammy for my liking. I toss them onto the couch behind me, and I walk forward so my chest is flush with his. "I was clinging to you? Harry, we only had each other until we found Kailey and Mikey, and then after that you found Sierra. But Sierra didn't really matter either, right? You were sick of her too from what you said. I just don't understand why you completely erased me from your life like you did. I tried to go to your house a month after you left and-"

"You know I never liked you going to my house," Harry's voice lowers, and I feel him buck his chest up against mine a little more. "My mum told me that you stopped by like you did, and that was stupid."

"I didn't have any other choice! You made me feel like I was losing my mind! Fuck - I feel like I'm losing it again right now. Even after five years, you still find a way to mess with my fucking head just by being in my presence for ten minutes," I gasp, moving away from him as my hands tangle into my hair. I begin to pace my dressing room, heart thumping in its cavity.

"I told you I wanted to see if it was you, and that's that. There's nothing more to it, and once I leave here tonight it'll be just like it has been. We won't see each other, we still won't be friends. Eventually you'll forget that you ever saw me again."

Tears wet my cheeks as I look back over to him, and I shake my head. "That's the thing, Harry, I won't. There's hardly been any time that I haven't thought of you over these years, and there's no way that this isn't going to stick just like all the other memories."

Harry steps towards me again, and I look up as his eyes bounce all over my face. "Then wake the fuck up, Marlowe, and learn to properly forget about me."

I open my mouth to speak again, but Harry's already turned around - making his way out of the dressing room. He slams the door behind him, and I quickly clamp a hand over my mouth to keep myself from sobbing out. I don't want anyone to hear me like this. I don't know if Lys is still here, but if she is, I know she'll find some way to have Harry's head if she hears me. I'm also really not in the mood to have someone comforting me.

Maybe I really had been fooling myself after all these years, thinking that he was missing me just as much as I was missing him. I couldn't blame him for coming tonight if his true reason was just to confirm that it was me - I'd probably do the same if the situations were reversed.

But what I didn't expect from Harry was the darkness that was surrounding him. That definitely wasn't the same person I knew, and at this point he was truly unrecognizable to me. The moment those green eyes turned into nothing but flourishing ivy I once held so dear - I knew he was never going to come back to me as the same old Harry. He doesn't want to come back at all.

Part of me thinks this is what I needed. I needed to see him as a stranger in order to completely move on from the past, and to actually let him go. But I know that as much as I try to convince myself of that, there is always going to be a small sliver inside that still wishes to hold him close, and to be able to call him my friend.

My therapist told me that your mind and your emotions work closely together in the most mysterious ways, and even though you may not even notice, they fight each other for dominance more than you think. I was told that my emotions usually end up winning, and that's what can cause me to go days without leaving my bed, or what can have me shutting myself away in the studio for weeks on end. She provided me with proper exercises to try and help clear things up when these struggles start to happen, and I know that when I get home tonight I'm going to have to dive into several of them to help overcome the way I'm currently feeling.

Once I collect myself, I slip out of my dress and accessories before pulling on a pair of leggings and some Doc Martens with an oversized black hoodie. I gathered everything that was mine in the dressing room, and walked out to my car, piling it all into the trunk. I've been in LA for a few days now, and yesterday I went ahead and purchased a car since I knew I was going to be here for several months at the very least.

I slide into the driver's seat, and I grasp the wheel as I start towards my new home.

During the car ride, it's like I've resorted back to those days right after Harry left. I don't play any music as I drive, and I feel like I'm just going through the motions until I can curl up under the covers of my bed and try to block out the thoughts bouncing back and forth in my mind.

If my mind was making one thing extremely clear though, it was that LA was going to be even more different than I thought when I left those years ago, and I'm not entirely sure if i'm prepared for that.