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Ride Along*

Summary: Y/n is feeling bored alone at her apartment, so Harry takes her for a ride.

A continuation to Discipline.

Trope: Agent Harry

WC: 6.3k

Warnings: mentions of speeding, a pinch of meanrry, smut, degradation, choking, face spitting, unprotected sex, implications of somnophilia, after care.

A/n: The writing is a bit rusty because it’s been a while since I wrote smut😬

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Y/n was placed on house arrest by Harry for a week, and it was torturous.

Perhaps “house arrest” is a bit dramatic but she felt suffocated. She could leave her apartment whenever she wanted. Harry’s insistence on her relaxation was clear, and he only meant for her to avoid any activities that require physical exertion.

Anyone would be thrilled to have a week off from work, but it was rather confusing for Y/n. Although she hadn’t been an agent for long, she adapted quickly to the agent lifestyle which was hard to suddenly pause.

Even with Harry’s confirmation and reassurance that he wasn’t disappointed, she still felt the need to occupy her time with something useful.

There was absolutely nothing in her apartment that could pass away time. At least nothing that interested her.

She cleaned up a bit, reorganized the living room, and stuck to the meals that Harry sent for her daily. They weren’t bad actually, except for the spinach soup that made her want to puke.

With no one accompanying her but Tim Tim and her thoughts, she realized how nice and caring it is to send someone customized meals. If someone heard her say it out loud, they’d snort in her face but—they just don’t know Harry and his personality.

He texted her every day at least twice. At first, she thought he only did so to make sure she ate the meals and took her supplement (which would be considered too kind coming from him), but slowly he began diverting from those topics asking her about her day and chatting with her.

He gave her updates on the agency and promised to pass by her apartment only to bail on her because of an emergency that required his presence.

On day 4 she was fully annoyed. She couldn’t handle being away from the agency for long, and even if she could go out and enjoy her time away—she didn’t know where to go.

She didn’t lead a normal life, no agent did and she was completely okay with it. She had no one to check up on or call to hang out with. The idea of going out somewhere alone felt weird. She would feel like an imposter amongst a sea of normal people.

She buried the eerie feelings and decided to spam Harry with texts to annoy him a bit.

Y/n: I’m gonna pass by the agency :)

She pressed the send button and waited for his reply as she heated her lunch for the day.

His reply was almost automatic as if he didn’t have a load of responsibilities.

Harry: No.

Y/n: Yes.

Harry: I said no Y/n.

She huffed in frustration before remembering that if she could be a menace at the agency, then she could be a menace over text too.

Y/n: Too bad I’m already on my way.

Harry: Don’t test me.

Y/n: 😜

Harry: Are you disobeying me?

She choked on a piece of meat when she read his reply, and immediately reached for a cup of water. She wiped her mouth, staring at his text in confusion. It wasn’t strictly sexual, but it was a phrase that he always used during sex, because one thing that he combined between his professional and sex life was discipline, and Y/n adored it.

She loved his attitude, how he dared her to go against his orders or defy him. It wasn’t that she liked getting punished or sought pain—it was more of a need to observe him being dominant. The way he manhandled her and treated her like nothing but a toy, only for him to hold her to his chest right after.

Another text from Harry pulled her out of her fantasies and daydreams.

Harry: You’re well aware of how I feel about you disobeying me, right?

Y/n: Yes. I do.

Her response was automatic as if it was generated and not typed quickly by her. She wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.

Harry: Good Girl.

Motherfucker. He knew what he was doing. After all, he had her memorized by heart, and he probably was aware of how close she was to drooling. The meal in front of her didn’t appeal to her anymore because she had a different type of meal on her mind.

It had been a while since they hooked up and it was a rushed quickie behind closed doors at the agency. He kneeled on the ground to eat her out in no longer than five minutes before having to return to the training. He knew her body like the palm of his hand and had her panting and biting on her bottom lip in no time.

She adored it, really, but she craved the feeling of his cock driving into her as she held onto his body or while his hand wrapped itself around her neck with his mouth spewing the dirtiest sentences into her ear.

She sighed deeply reminiscing her adventurous sex life before he banished her to her apartment so she could rest. Was it a bit dramatic? Maybe. But she might be addicted to sex with him.

She glanced at his text knowing that he was probably smirking at his replies. He always knows how to get to her. She grabbed her phone and typed her reply because she was so fucking bored at the apartment and needed some fresh air.

Y/n: I’m still bored.

This time his reply wasn’t as quick as the previous one. It took him about five minutes to respond which was still fast considering how busy he was.

Harry: Okay. Go out.

Y/n: Wow! I didn’t think of that.

She scoffed at his dumb reply because who said that she was waiting for his approval?

Harry: Why didn’t you go out?

Y/n: I’m not sure…it feels weird…?

She could see the little dots that indicate that he was typing appearing only to disappear a few seconds later.

Harry: I’ll pick you up at 9. Dress comfortably.

When she complained about her boredom she thought that he would recommend her places to visit or give suggestions, not take her out. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she read his text. She wasn’t hallucinating, right?

Y/n: Where are we going?

Harry: Eat your lunch and take your supplement.

Y/n: Damn grumpy pants.

He didn’t reply to her after that but if he did she’s sure he would have sent a thumbs-up emoji even if it was out of context. She continued her meal just like he instructed her. The hold he had on her was unreal, and she was okay with it.

Harry was knocking on her door at exactly 9 PM. Not a minute later.

This time she didn’t welcome him in with a tear-stained face, and grumpy attitude. It was the entire opposite of it. The only thing that was similar to the previous time was her shock. Harry was dressed in all black and a leather jacket. His hair looked so fucking soft, and a hair strand fell on his forehead as he leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets. He was a sight for sore eyes, especially Y/n’s whose jaw almost dropped.

“Hello, little minx.” He grinned devilishly as he entered her apartment. His cologne had her knees buckling, reminding her of when she’d bury her face in his neck.

Black shirt, black pants, black boots, and a black leather shirt. He’s going to be the death of her, surely. He strolled in like he owned the place while she shamelessly stared at his body.

“Little minx…” He tutted, cornering her against the kitchen counter. “… sent me message after message today as if I don’t have a workload.” His tone made her feel like she was in trouble, but the good kind of trouble.

“But you still answered, no?” She replied confidently with a smirk to remind him of the hold that she also had on him, even if they never spoke about it directly.

He remained silent, offering her his cheesy smirk as his eyes raked over her face and neck like he was trying to come up with sinful scenarios. She was more addictive than any type of drug.

“Ready to hit the road?” He deviated from the topic skilfully while checking out her attire to make sure that she’d be comfortable during the ride.

“Hmm. Let’s go.” She walked in front of him like a princess, going down the stairs excitedly.

She stepped out to the street and looked around with a hint of a smile painted across her face. She could hear Harry’s boots behind her and smell his cologne that seemed to have stuck to her clothes.

“So…are we going to walk there?” She asked with confusion evident on her face.

“We’re riding there.” His response held a sense of pride as he grabbed her hand and walked down to the end of the street before taking a left and stopping.

A large black sports bike was parked in its glory itching for someone to take it for a ride. Y/n stood still in her place with her mouth wide open in shock. Harry was a motorcycle guy?

“Oh…wow.”

“Scared little minx?” He mused like it was so fun to see her reaction. He approached her from behind, bumping his body with hers and trapping her physically. She could feel him breathing against her neck as she swallowed down his throat. One touch from him and she’s paralysed.

He pressed a soft peck behind her ear before whispering. “Don’t worry… you’ll hold on to me.” She barely processed what he said as he immediately urged her forward and gave her a helmet to put on. She wore it as soon as he gave it to her to cover her facial expression from him. He helped her tie it up before placing his helmet on.

“C'mon hop on behind me.” He situated himself on the bike, and the more Y/n stared, the more the wetness between her thighs increased. Seeing him in all black was something but with a biker helmet on? She wanted to drop on her knees right there and then, but she didn’t.

Instead, she hopped on behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso. Her grip was weak making him urge her to get closer and glue herself to him. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it just made her ridiculously horny.

The feeling of hugging his muscular body with her core touching his lower back had her feeling some sort of way. She could feel his abs under her touch, and his cologne drifting in the air was not helping.

“I can’t even see anything because of your back!” While she joked about it, deep down she found it fucking hot. His broad back and shoulders blocked her view, and the only thing she could do was rest her head against it.

“I don’t hear you complaining when you’re scratching on it.” Even with his helmet on, she could feel him smirking.

She gave in to the feeling of his warm body against her as if he were shielding her from everything. It was not an ideal timing for her size kink to get activated, but she genuinely couldn’t help it.

“Hold on tight little minx.” The engine roared to life and Harry fixed his position before taking a turn and heading straight for the highway.

This was her first time on a motorcycle surprisingly. At first, her body was tense, and it didn’t feel nice. Despite having a helmet on, it felt like the wind was slapping her. Harry turned out to be a skilled biker who speeds for fun—still he was careful.

She eventually regulated her breathing and unclenched her jaw as she adapted to the adrenaline rush that she felt. It was an otherworldly feeling. She couldn’t tell what made her feel this way. Harry’s body against her, the evening breeze, or the rush of speeding.

No matter what it was, she felt amazing.

Harry wanted to taunt her in some way, preferably verbally—but she seemed like she was having fun, and her arms around him were a distraction. The feeling of her body clinging to him was priceless.

He tried to avoid speeding on the highway for her sake despite loving to do so. It was one of the things he resorted to when he needed a break from everything. Nothing could compare to the adrenaline rush he felt…maybe just Y/n’s lips.

He slowed down and took an exit on the highway that led them to a deserted road and ultimately a hill. He stopped and turned off the ignition before stepping off the bike.

“Fucking hell. Do you want to kidnap me?” Y/n joked as she looked around the dark and deserted space.

“If I want to kidnap you, little minx, I’ll simply carry you.” He chuckled as he took off his helmet and fixed his messy hair. She swallowed down her throat as she stared at him. Why did he have to look this good?

“C'mon.” He gestured for her to follow him, and she jogged to catch up. He placed his hand on her lower back to urge her forward. His body was dangerously close to her, and she could smell his cologne again. Harry’s hand itched to hold hers, but he wasn’t sure if she’d like that, so her lower back should suffice.

They took a small turn to the left as rocks crunched under their shoes. Harry wondered whether he should tell her to close her eyes or not. But if he does, then it’d sound romantic which crosses the boundaries of their physical relationship.

“It’s right…here.” They were met with a gorgeous view of the city. They could see almost all the lit buildings as if they were in the sky. It felt as if they were spying on the city with its lights and secrets. No one but them on the deserted hill.

“Wow..this is so beautiful”. Y/n gasped in shock at the view in front of her. She never expected Harry to take her to this spot-she didn’t even know it existed.

“I know.” If she wasn’t too occupied with the scenery, she would’ve noticed that Harry was in fact, staring at her with a smile on his face.

“How do you know this spot?” Y/n still couldn’t take her eyes off the shimmering buildings.

“I discovered it once by mistake, and I come here often.” He didn’t mention how this place was his escape from the world, or that he came here before heading to her apartment that day.

“It’s so nice.” Despite the darkness filling the space, Harry could still see and feel her smile.

He quickly got the bike so they could sit on it, and left it turned on for the light.

“Oh, it’s so big I could sleep on it.” Y/n remarked.

Perhaps he was feeling extra chill or it was just from being around her but a weird sound came out of his mouth as he tried to suppress a laugh. Y/n usually gets sleepy after sex, and his dick isn’t the average size. So did he think of her sentence sexually and almost burst out laughing? Yes.

“Did you just try to laugh at me?” She asked in an annoyed tone.

“Me? Never.” He covered up his chuckle with coughing.

“Whatever…” She mumbled a few other words under her breath as she attempted to climb the bike, but it was gigantic. She can’t even recall how she climbed it previously and she’s not even short!

She gasped suddenly as Harry’s hands lifted her body like she weighed nothing and placed her on the seat before she could blink. She was glad that he couldn’t see her face clearly because she could feel her cheeks burning. Was she that touch deprived?

“I was handling it just fine.” She huffed in confidence.

“Mhmm.”

The bike was indeed huge, but Harry took most of the space making their bodies glued on the seat.

The tension between them could be cut with a knife. Y/n would usually be the first to break the silence, but she just couldn’t. She felt paralyzed next to him, and he didn’t even touch her yet. His presence and cologne were enough to weaken her.

“Are you still mad at me?” He cleared his throat.

“What?” She couldn’t mask the shock in her tone as her face turned around to meet his.

“About last week.” It sounded as if something was holding him back, almost like he was afraid of asking.

She took a few seconds to process his question, mostly because she was shocked at the gesture. She knew deep down that it meant a lot. No one would believe her if she said that Agent Harry Styles was checking up on her and apologized. They’d probably laugh in her face.

She couldn’t decode what it meant. Was he just feeling guilty, or did he share the same feelings? The need for more than just physical boundaries haunted her but she wouldn’t dare to bring it up. Even if he was feeling guilty, it still had to be something. He’s literally merciless to other agents.

“I—I—“

“You don’t have to give me an answer.” He reassured her in a low whisper.

“No, I do—I’m just confused.”

“About?” Harry was itching to know her answer. He even rehearsed his question for the past week.

“Well… why did my lack of performance anger you in the first place?” She had a lot to ponder about in her free time. Questions that popped into her head about Harry.

He took a deep breath and clasped his hands together before exhaling. “I didn’t want you to get hurt on the field. Most of the time when agents slack, they end up getting injured in the field…”

“Wanted you to be strong for when I’m not there.” He whispered as if the city was able to hear him confessing his secrets.

“Oh.” Y/n’s head was swirling with thoughts and questions-none that came out of her mouth. She could even feel Harry’s stress radiating off him. She simply allowed her Pinky finger to touch his as they continued staring at the city.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that she broke the silence.

“I’m not mad anymore. I was just surprised. Just—don’t do it again.”

“Never.”

They stayed in the same position with their fingers touching for almost two hours, as they chatted about important and mundane things. His heart fluttered when she laughed her ass off after he told her how an agent peed his pants because he was caught smoking.

He even told her about his mother briefly. That’s how whipped he was. She shared a few details about growing up as an orphan, but they both decided to close the topic knowing how heavy was.

“Your cologne is suffocating me.” Her remark was innocent, it really was—but his mind wasn’t.

“Thought you liked it when you buried your face in my neck?” Cheeky Harry was back in full force. He inched his face closer to her and he could hear her swallow down her throat.

“Harry…”

“Tell me…did you think about me knocking on your door and fucking you against the wall?” Lust dripped from his voice and Y/n’s chest was rising. Goosebumps spread all over her skin as their noses bumped.

“I—yes.”

“Good. Cause I stopped myself from doing that every single day.” He was needy for her, and only her.

“What are you waiting for then?”

In a few seconds, he had her straddling his lap with his hand supporting her lower back as his lips devoured hers. Their kiss was sloppy, wet, and lustful. Harry counted the minutes that led to this moment so he could taste the sweetest fruit.

He was fucking obsessed with everything about her. Her lips, eyes, body, mind, and pussy.

“Fuck!” He moaned into her mouth when she grinded over his clothed cock. He might as well cum right there in his pants if she kept doing that.

“Behave. “He slapped her ass causing her to whine sweetly. His large hand rested on her cheeks trying to knead them over her leggings.

Their breaths were labored as their tongues clashed like lovers who hadn’t had sex in ages. His mouth was fucking devouring her and she could already feel her lips getting sore. He kept urging her body closer as if he could morph them into one body.

“Ne—need you.” Her whimpers made the blood rush to his cock.

“Yeah? Where do you need me, my baby?”

She ignored his question and continued kissing all over his face, brushing over his stubble and chin. She was hungry and he adored it. But she also didn’t answer him.

He pulled her away by wrapping his hand around her throat. She gasped, secretly loving the feeling of his veiny hands choking her.

“I asked you a question, little minx. Where do you need me?” His voice was so deep and lustful that she wanted to get down on her knees and suck him.

“Uh—In my pussy.” She breathed out, feeling the wetness increase between her thighs just from his hand around her neck. “Here, baby?” He cupped his other hand over her pussy making her feel tingly.

“Y—yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

“Attagirl.” He felt her wetness on his hand and if it wasn’t so dark he’d bend her over the bike and fuck her into the next day. Besides, his little minx gets sleepy.

“C’mon, I need to get us to your apartment.” He spanked her cheeks again, earning a squeal from her. He pulled her off his lap and winced at his painful hard on before fixing his pants as much as he could and seating himself on the bike. His hand reached out for her and pulled her onto his lap again.

“Whoa! What are you doing? I should be behind you.”

“No. Since my cologne makes you horny, you’re gonna have your face buried into my neck the whole ride.” His smirk was sick but fuck her if she didn’t like it.

Her nose bumped over his neck and she fought a moan. This had to be the best punishment.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you with my body.” His arm tightened around her waist as he took the route they came from.

It was going to be a torturous ride.

Y/n could barely open the door properly with Harry kissing on the back of her neck. His hard on was pressing into her ass as she tried to insert the key. Her soft whines only made him hornier and needier.

As soon as they were inside, the keys dropped to the ground followed by the loud shut of the door. Harry grabbed Y/n by the throat pushing her to the wall where he kissed her deeply. The kiss was rushed and erotic, he could never get enough of her lips or sweet whimpers every time he pushed his tongue inside her mouth.

“My minx…” The warmth between her thighs was torturous. His deep voice rumbled from his chest sending vibrations straight to her pussy.

“Uhh..” She tried to push her core against his crotch for any sort of friction.

He caught on immediately as he smirked against the kiss and tapped on her ass to lift her on his waist. He had her placed lower than usual so she could feel him against the fabric.

“Is that what you wanted sweet girl? To feel how hard I am for you?” He panted, cradling her jaw with his hand as he deepened the kiss.

“Y—yes." She didn’t want to respond or part from his lips for a millisecond. She could feel her pussy pulsating just from the feeling of his cock pressing into her core.

She pulled away reluctantly, glancing at his neck like it was her next meal. He may have been teasing her, but he was right. She loved burying her face in his neck and sucking on it. She prided herself in knowing that the hickeys she’d give him would be on show for all girls at the agency.

His scent always played with her pheromones and messed with her brain. His cologne had a hold on her, and she knew that she looked like a puppy in heat when she clung to him. “Dirty girl…” His hand rested on her hair as his head rolled backward giving her access to his skin. He was a sight for sore eyes with his face scrunched in ecstasy and lips slightly parted. She didn’t have to speak for him to understand her possessiveness and boy did he like it.

His little minx was obsessed with him just like he was.

“Bedroom please.” She laid her forehead against his having had her fill from giving him love bites. Their noses bumped as they looked into each other’s eyes that shared the same desire.

She didn’t need to tell him twice. He supported her body with one hand around her waist as she directed him to the room. He didn’t waste any time and kept his mouth busy with her neck.

He placed her down on the bed gently before taking off his clothes quickly while she stared at his toned body and tattoos, holding in her drool.

“You could stare at me all night darling, but now I need you to be a good girl and take off your clothes so I could relieve that needy cunt of yours.” Harry barely finished his sentence, and her clothes were off in a few seconds.

The light in the room was dim, supported by a small bedside lamp. If she thought that staring at his body was a delight, then she should read his mind as he stared down at hers.

She looked so fucking pretty for him. Only him.

It was like an erotic scene out of a movie or a wet dream. Y/n on her back with her legs spread showcasing her glistening pussy and hardened nipples, and Harry standing tall in front of her with his cock erect to his stomach begging to sink itself inside her warm walls.

The sight of him standing like that nude and horny will never leave her mind. Almost as if he were a Greek god.

She squealed as he pulled her by her legs to the edge of the bed. Harry suddenly lowered his body till his face was at the same level as her pussy. His teasing game was strong, she was crumbling underneath him.

“My favorite scent.” He buried his face in her cunt and inhaled. A tiny whine left her mouth as his nose bumped into her swollen clit. Y/n felt like she could cry if he didn’t fuck her, and he was taking his sweet time in savoring the scent of her wetness.

“H—Harry.”

“Mhm?” He turned his attention to her, hovering over her body and taking delight in her needy face.

“Please—it hurts.” If he waited any longer, Harry was sure that a tear would’ve fallen from her eye.

“Oh poor baby…” He cooed as he caressed her cheek gently. “…you just need me inside, don’t you?” She was quick to nod while slightly squirming beneath him.

He pulled her closer, situating her core right under his cock, and stroked it giving her a show of his moans before tapping it against her wet cunt.

“Is that where you need it? Just have to slide in.” His sick grin with the feeling of his cock sliding over her cunt back and forth made her eyes roll back.

“Please.” She dug her nails into his back followed by a set of pleas.

“Shhh.” He whispered softly, pressing a peck to her cheek before pulling away from her and fixing their position.

He placed her legs on his shoulder and gave her his twisted smirk as he stroked his shaft and bit his bottom lip. “Gonna be my good girl as usual? Hmm?”. He lowered his body again, allowing his cock to rest on her stomach.

“Uh—huh.” She nodded mindlessly immediately. She was already cockdrunk and he wasn’t inside her yet.

“Ready baby?” His hand rubbed her legs softly as she gave him the cue. He glanced quickly at his cock resting on her skin and he almost got dizzy from the size difference. It got to him every damn time.

His eyes were focused on her facial expression as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. A wave of relief washed over her face with a sweet moan making him still his hips to avoid cumming.

There was nothing like sinking inside her warm walls that begged him to go deeper. Wet squelching sounds filled the room the more he pushed inside her—his baby was made for him.

“That’s it little minx—so fucking warm for daddy.”

Y/n’s brain felt mushy. Harry was so fucking good to her, and his cock scratched the itch just right. He never referred to himself as daddy before, only sir but she liked it so bad.

She pulled at his arms with soft whimpers signalling for him to get closer to her—which he did without hesitation. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back and tugging at his hair. His cock drove deep into her cunt, massaging her hot walls with its veins and thickness.

“Use me d—daddy”. Y/n shed tears from pleasure that stained his face since he was glued to her, pressing pecks to her cheeks and nose.

“Yeah? Want daddy to use you like a fuckdoll?” He increased his pace, going deeper and moaning into her ear at the feeling of her bare cunt.

They both adored raw sex and went for it almost every time. Y/n was on birth control, and Harry tested regularly (despite only fucking her). He was pussy whipped.

“Uhh—be rough daddy.” He stilled his hips at her words, leaving them glued to hers. He lifted his body and took in her fucked sight. Messy hair, tear stains, and a needy face.

“Wanted to be gentle with you but I forgot that you’re a whore deep down.” He chuckled before spitting on her face, and watching her chest rise and fall as she breathed heavily.

His little minx was insatiable and provoked him further by trying to fuck herself on his cock as she bit her bottom lip. He could faintly hear her whimpering ‘Daddy’ under her breath.

He wanted to slap her knowing how much she liked it but something else distracted him. He looked down to where they were connected noticing the mix of her wetness with his precum. He pulled out slowly, moaning at the loss of contact and his cock that is painted in white.

Harry tried to breathe in and out to avoid cumming. Not only did she cream on his cock, but her cunt was pulsating as if she was asking for his cock to slide in again.

“Pathetic. Creamed all over me.” Her inner thighs were coated with wetness, and she didn’t close her legs—not even a bit. She knew that she should always keep them spread for him.

He flipped her on her stomach effortlessly and she immediately arched her back, presenting her ass to him. “What a good fuckdoll.” He slapped her cheeks and placed his tip at her entrance before sinking into her warmth again.

Her walls pulled him back in as if she were some sort of seductress that made him addicted to her. Harry balanced himself and focused on the fast thrusts instead of her extremely warm cunt.

“Fucking insatiable aren’t you?” He grunted with his eyes fixed on his cock entering her pussy and coming out all creamy as her ass jiggled.

Y/n’s muffled moans were all she could offer. With her face smushed in the pillow and brain turned off, she was in fucking heaven.

The arch of her back had him rolling his head backward as his hips rotated forward, going deeper and harder.

“That’s it slut. Take my fucking cock.” He gritted his teeth, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pulling it backward before wrapping a hand around her neck and lifting her body to his chest.

She was completely gone. She could only look at him with teary eyes that begged him to claim her.

Deeper, harder, faster.

“D—d…”

“Good fuckdolls keep their mouth shut.” He tightened his grip on her jaw, tapping on her mouth to open it up before spitting inside.

“Swallow.” If the warmth of her cunt didn’t kill him, it was going to be her face. So needy, compliant, and dizzy from pleasure.

Their bodies were glued to each other, skin to skin with her back to his chest as he thrusted inside her while panting in her ear.

He was supporting both of their bodies seeing as she could do nothing but whine. His arm was secured around her torso with her hand clinging to his bicep. The clenching of her walls around his cock was always the hardest for him. She’d rile him on trying to milk his cum, taking every drop.

“You wanna cum?” He panted against the back of her neck knowing how her body acts when she’s reaching her orgasm.

She gave him a weak nod, clinging harder to his bicep as she laid her head on his shoulder. They didn’t always cum together, but when they did, the euphoria was unmatched. Harry had been holding himself back ever since he sunk into her, just to feel her shake and pulsate around him as he spilled his cum into her.

“C’mon minx, give it to me.” His tongue left a broad lick on her neck with a harsh bite. It wasn’t her clit that got her off—her sensitive spot was her neck, whether Harry choked her or sucked on her skin—she was a goner.

“H—Harry” Her nails dug into his skin as she looked up at him with sweet eyes and shaky legs.

How could he resist laying his lips on hers as he stilled his hips to empty himself inside her?

She was shuddering—even with their skin glued together. Her sweet moans made his cock twitch inside her, already hungry for more. Her orgasm hit her hard, clouding her vision and thoughts. The feeling of his cum spiling inside her with her pussy clenching to take it inside was the only thing she felt and wanted to feel.

“Fuck. That’s it, take every drop my lo—minx.” His eyes fluttered open at his word slip up.

His eyes furrowed in confusion and immediately glanced at her face which seemed to be too occupied with cumming. His chest heaved as he swiped his hand across her face, moving her sweaty hair strands away before kissing her temple.

“Talk to me, are you okay?” He angled her face towards him to examine her expression.

“Yes.” A hazy smile was planted across her face making him chuckle.

“Mhmm. I’m going to pull out now and carry you to the bathroom so you can pee.” He gave her a heads up while rubbing her cheeks.

Once she nodded at him, he began pulling out slowly, wincing at being separated from her warmth—something that she reciprocated. Harry tried to avoid looking down—he really did, but it was too tempting.

His creamy load dripped out of her pussy, sliding down her legs, and the more she clenched, the more came out.

“Fucking hell.” He muttered under his breath, swiping his finger across her pussy and gathering his cum before tasting it.

Y/n’s whine echoed in his ear. She sported an angry look on her face that disappeared once he signalled for her to open her mouth. He spat the residue of what he tasted inside of her mouth, enjoying the faint moans that spilled from her.

“C’mon let’s clean you up.” He carried her effortlessly to the bathroom before giving her privacy and heading back to the room to change the sheets.

Who knew that changing bed sheets would make him irritated? He let out a huff, finishing the last touch right as she came out of the bathroom.

She was dressed in nothing but a plain white shirt that barely reached her thighs.

“Hm I love my bed.” She smiled as she climbed the mattress, giving Harry a show.

“Y/n.” He spoke rigidly.

“Yeah?” She glanced up innocently at him as she relaxed under the duvet.

“I was supposed to clean you up…and where are your panties?” He questioned her as he joined her on the bed—nude.

“You can wake me up at night, make a mess then clean me.” She taunted him, switching to the side and giving him a view of the shirt riding up her ass.

He got under the covers, situating himself properly so that he was attached to her.

“Is that what you want little minx? Hmm?” His fingers caressed her skin slowly starting from her arm, down to her legs.

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll see.” He nibbled on before earlobe as she dosed off to sleep. She loved sleeping after sex and Harry knew that, but it was almost 1 in the morning and she needed rest.

Harry dared to let his hand dip in her hair, giving her head scratches as she slept peacefully. He didn’t realize what he was doing until she stirred in her sleep making him pull his hand away.

His eyes furrowed in confusion as he stared at her sleeping face. First the word slip up and now he’s playing with her hair.

What the fuck was going on with him?

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gucciforasushirestaurant · 5 months

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Kinkmas 🎄 № 1: Cockwarming

summary: you kinda (not really) bet harry to ‘no nut november’ and its finally december 1st.

word count: 2.8k

reading time: 11 min

content warnings: 18+,cockwarming (obviously), teasing, grinding, brief fingering, fluff, clingy reader (and harry tbh), desperate, passionate p in v sex, pet names (baby, lovie).

a/n: Welcome to Kinkmas!

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You had told Harry it was a childish idea. But one thing about Harry, he was stubborn and hard-headed, and if you'd told him not to do something he was going to do anyway….well, he'd just commit to it ten times harder. And that's precisely what he did with No Nut November.

He'd brought up the idea of participating directly after the two of you had some particularly mindblowing Halloween sex. You were giggling, wrapped up in one another, Halloween costume in pieces, still basking in your orgasm glow when you'd off-handedly joked how you couldn't believe you'd gone so long without sex like you'd grown accustomed to with Harry. He'd agreed, joking that he'd 'implode' without having you at least four times a week. Which led to you challenging him, lovingly calling him pussy whipped, and saying he couldn't last two days without you before he came begging for it. You know, because you've seen it before. His record was actually three days.

But still, if you think about it too hard, you'd realize that this, No Nut November, not having had sex with your boyfriend in a month, nonsense is all your own fault. You challenged him, and he swore to No Nut November because he's….Harry, meaning he also committed you to it as well, and now here you are. In bed, counting down the hours until December 1st. Literally. Minute by minute. And hour by hour. You've been trying to distract yourself with a book for the last hour, but you've not retained any of the words your eyes have been scanning despite flipping the pages. All you can think about is how Harry's barely touched you outside of light caresses and feather-light pecks to your lips. For. The. Last. Month. The material you were reading is by no means helping. All the talk of groaping, nipping, and ravishing. They seemed to be the only words you could pay any attention to.

While you have made your disdain for Harry's unnecessary commitment known, Harry has seemed to be unphased by it all. It was your favorite thing about him and your biggest pet peeve. He was always so nonchalant. About everything, except you! Usually, at least, but much to your surprise, he's been able to contain himself and even turned down your many attempts to break his silly vow early this month. You were disappointed, and it may have led to an even deeper conversation that the two of you needed to have when it came to your relationship with sex and your sex life. And while you were grateful that this silly bet could be a vehicle for you to have that conversation, you were ready for it to all be done. You looked over at the clock on Harry's bedside table.

One more hour. Forty-five minutes, to be exact.

Harry was still in the bathroom, going through his nightly routine and trying to get a grip himself. Harry had been strong for 29 days, nearly 30 days. He could make it one more night. But, as Harry wraps the floss around his fingers, he tries to remember why he agreed to do this in the first place. To prove a point, he's sure. What point? He couldn't think of anything else but you to think of a decent answer. But he's noticed. How you've been huffing around the house all month, but especially today, hoping he'd break on the last day and give you what you've been desperate for. How you've been glancing at the clock every forty-five minutes since the sunset. How -

"Harry, come to bed, will you?" your voice carries into the en suite from the bedroom. He can't help but smirk. You've been slightly whiny all day, all week, really, and he found it so fucking endearing. Knowing that you were just as desperate for him as he was for you. You'd deny it, but this arrangement the past month has been a fun challenge for you. He knows how much you enjoy being teased, and this month has been nothing if not one giant tease.

So, not wanting to drag out your misery any longer, Harry rushes through the rest of his routine and comes to the doorway, leaning against it, smiling at you and your book, cuddled under the covers.

"How's the book?" He asks. He always asks.

"Meh. It's okay, not as good as the first one." You rush out, place your bookmark, and close the pages. You put it on your bedside table, turning off your light, leaving only the lamp on Harry's bedside table to illuminate the room. You pat his spot next to him, a slight pout on your lips when he doesn't budge from his spot leaning against the doorframe. "Harry….come on, bedtime. I'm exhausted."

"Alright," he chuckles, pushing off the doorframe, "you just remember that." He says, peeping the cute set you'd decided to go to sleep in tonight. It was a silk baby blue, matching set that you'd just bought on a Cyber Monday sale. You figured it'd be the perfect thing to wear to break your temporary celibacy.

"Remember what?" you question oh too innocently, through a yawn, your eyes already closed.

"It's bedtime. Emphasis on bed." He flicks off the lamp on his bedside table and slides into bed in his spot behind you. You notice it after a few moments once he's comfortably tucked behind you, an arm around your waist. And you can't help the proud smirk that creeps onto your face.

Your plan worked!

You knew that the new set you'd put on, plus a few pouts, would get him hard…..he was almost too easy. So you allow yourself to wiggle around, to 'get more comfortable,' and be positive that you'd feel a grip around your hip, telling you to "be still, and go to sleep." It had happened so many nights this month, but not tonight. His tight grip is there tonight, but it's encouraging your movements. You let out a short gasp, biting your lower lip when you feel Harry's lips on the back of your neck.

"I thought it was bedtime." you tease.

"It is. I just…..I was thinking…" he mumbles between kisses to your neck and shoulder and nibbles your earlobe.

"...yes.."

"What if I just slip inside. That's not cheating, is it?"

"It's the last day." you giggle, wanting so badly to give him a taste of his own medicine but quickly losing any remnants of self-control with his lips doing wonders on your neck.

"Exactly, it would suck to come all this way to lose on a technicality, wouldn't it? So what do you think, Lovie? Did we still finish the challenge if I just - put it inside ya? Just missed you wrapped around me, baby." Now it's Harry who's whining, hand tight on your hip, grinding your ass down into his hardening cock.

You have half a mind to turn him down. After all the struggle you've been through this month, just for him to want to give in on the last day? But he feels so good pressed against you, and his lips are so soft pressed against that spot on your neck that gets you every time. His voice grounds you back down to earth before you can get too lost in the feeling.

"Baby…"

"This was your idea," you say earnestly.

"You dared me."

"I did no such -" Just then, he nipped at your neck before sucking on the sensitive skin under your ear, "No, I didn't. You're just a brat." you giggle, throwing the nickname right back at him…for once.

He pinches your side with a groan. "Don't be mean. I'm in need here, baby. Come on." He continues his work on your neck, shoulder, anywhere he can reach. After a few moments, though, he's had enough and taps at your hip, signaling you to turn over. You allow him to flip you on your other side, facing him, his lips instantly catching yours. He slots his throat between your thighs, bringing your hips to grind down onto the flexed muscle of his thigh. You can't help but let out a moan of relief that slips from your lips into Harry's mouth, which he swallows for you happily.

You allow your hands to twist into his curls at the nape of his neck, racking your nails down his scalp, pulling him closer. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you press yourself even further into him, your hips moving on their own accord now.

"You sure you want to - wanna give up." you taunt, nipping at his bottom lip.

"I. don't care. Need you. Please."

In that moment, you realize that all he needed to do was beg. All he ever needs to do is beg, and you are absolute putty in his hands.

You pull back from his lips just a few centimeters, leaning your forehead on his. But Harry was starved, chasing after your lips with his, nipping at your lips.

"Please, baby."

It was unnecessary, now. Harry's begging. You were already going to give him what he wanted, but the prayer rolling off his lips still makes your stomach flip.

"S'not cheating." you rush out before crashing your lips to his once again, eating his moans.

Suddenly, the two of you are a mess of limbs, trying to rid each other of your clothes. Granted, it was just your silk sleep set and his boxers, but the two of you refusing to separate lips made things much more difficult. Once you were both rid of the barriers, Harry rolled on top of you, burying himself in your shoulder, running his nose up your neck, nipping his way up, and moving his hips into yours. He lets out a hiss as his tip nudges at your clit, wet with your arousal from grinding down on his thigh.

"Fuck, baby." he takes his hand from your hip, snaking it between you two, "Gotta get you ready for me, okay?" He moans, leaning his forehead on hears, with a sweet peck to the pout that's made its way to your lips when you realize what he is doing.

"Harry - just -"

"It's been a month. You're not changing my mind, hey. Look at me." He says, nudging his nose to yours, "I'm right here. You just relax and take what I give you. Got it?" when you nod, without a word, he slips one of his thick fingers inside. "Got it?"

"Mhm. yeah. Sorry." you moan, curling yourself into Harry's neck.

"It's okay. Just relax; gotta fit me in there, yeah?" Harry coos at you, skillfully working his finger in and out of you. "Talk to me, baby. Missed you too much."

"Missed you too, Harry -" You force yourself away from him enough to turn your head towards him to capture his lips in a searing kiss. "Missed you so much, you have no idea." you plead, "Please, more." You whimper, rolling your hips into his hand, and he obliges, slowly pushing in a second digit.

"What do we say?"

"Thank you," you whine out, rolling your head back on your pillow, allowing Harry the room to mark up your neck like he's been waiting for all month.

"And, Lovie?"

"Hmm." you hum, blinking up at Harry.

"No coming," he smirked down at you, one hand between your legs and his other arm propping himself up on his elbow. You huff at him but nod your understanding, turning yourself into his neck for comfort while his fingers work you open. "There, you go, baby." He coos as he feels you relax on his fingers, making him want to add a third just for…safety. And he does, enjoying the cute noises bubbling up your throat with each drag of his fingers. "You're doing so good, baby. You think you're ready for me?"

You nod frantically, rolling your hips up into his hand to convince him. "Yes, always ready. Please."

He plants a deep kiss on your lips, pulling his fingers out of you, swallowing your moan in protest. He pulls away, licking his fingers clean, before maneuvering himself back, hovering over you. Harry grabs ahold of himself at the base, allowing you to roll your hips up, your clit rubbing up and down the tip of his cock.

"Shhh, baby. I'm gonna give it to you but remember, I'm just - fuck - just filling you up, okay. Gotta stay still, I'm okay?" He huffs, nipping at your jaw, placing kisses anywhere he can reach.

"Yes. Please, Harry, just -"

"Stay still, baby," he smirked, holding your hip into the mattress. When he's satisfied with your limited wiggling, he slowly runs his tip up and down your folds a few times, lining himself up before slowly pushing inside, inch by inch. "Oh, Lovie." he groans into your mouth, "Missed you so much." he licks at your bottom lip, begging for entrance, wanting to be wholly consumed with you, and you allow him to be. When he's fully seated inside, you tighten your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being so full. The heaviness of him, how deep he was. It was heavenly. You enjoy his lips, kissing, and his teeth nibbling, his voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Enjoying the feeling of Harry. And with his lips working magic all over? You weren't sure how much longer you could just allow him to be in you without him being in you.

"Harry," you whine, "Please move."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can," you grumble, shifting your hips up to meet his, just for him to hold you back down.

"Stay still," he begs, now because he's losing his resolve and his slow ability not to finish inside you, with the way you're wrapped around him, rolling your hips and squeezing - but he's made it far. He can't give up now, not when he's so close - god, is he already tight? Just from being buried in you for a couple of minutes? You are quite literally fluttering around him, but still, he shouldn't -

"No. Harry, look. You can move - look." you insist, turning your attention to the alarm clock on his bedside table.

12:02 AM

In blinking red numbers.

"This stupid bet is over, please, Harry - oh."

He only hesitated a split second, trying to wrap his mind around what his eyes were seeing. But once it clicked. It clicked. And his hips seemed to be on autopilot, the way they slowly and sloppily rolled against yours, quickly coming up with a pace that worked magic for you both as he ground his pelvis into your clit.

"Fuck, baby - you feel so fucking good." He moans, leaning his forehead against yours, your head cradled between his forearms. "I missed you so much."

"I missed - I missed you too." you barely get the words out before you feel it creeping up on you, the tightening in your belling and tingling at the base of your spine. "I'm -"

"I know, baby, me too. Shit." He hisses, kissing down your neck, speeding up his hips. You wrap your fingers in his hair, giving it an encouraging tug that you know he always appreciates. To which he groans in your neck, and you revel in it. You're so close that your skin starts to prick with heat, and all you can sense is Harry. "Come with me. Please, Lovie." Harry begs, so you do.

You come with a bright white light flash behind your lids, your eyes snap shut, and you hold onto Harry as he holds onto you, groaning into the juncture between your shoulder and neck, biting his own lip.

A few moments later, you're still on cloud nine. You're floating, weightless, as Harry cleans up the mess between your legs, not before admiring at first, though.

"You are such a freak." you giggle, swatting Harry away and closing your knees together. "Clean me up or let me do it, but please don't -."

"Don't, what? I like seeing the mess I've made." He smirks. You roll your eyes as he opens your legs and begins work cleaning you up.

"Thank you," you murmur through a yawn. Already drawing the covers over you. Harry cleans himself off, tossing the rag on the floor to the foot of the bed, promising to put it away in the morning.

"Sorry, by the way. Didn't mean to make the first time we had sex in a month a quicky." he chuckles, climbing into bed with your wrapping himself around your naked form. "I don't know what I expected to happen, though. Don't let me do that again." He sighs, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"Never."

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tpwkwriter · 4 months

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Can we get y/n as a total book worm and Harry just finding it so adorable and loving that about her and teasing her and recreating cute scenes from romance books with her

Head in a book

I wish I could say I was a bookworm but in fact the only things I read are on tumblr🥲

Warnings: slight cursing, mentions of book tok😭fluffy as!!☁️

Pairing: Harry x quiet!y/n

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Y/n appreciated a quiet life, the small moments were a huge thing to her, the smell of freshly baked bread, picking flowers, watching the stars n all.

So when her boyfriend is the most biggest popstar, surrounded by loud music, screaming fans, and flashy cameras, everyone thought the couple wouldn’t work out, oh how they were so wrong.

After loud music, flashy lights, the screams and chants of millions of fans, Harry learnt that quiet and peaceful moments were better shared with y/n, he didn’t just love her, he adored her and everything she did.

She was the quiet rain in the darkest of nights.

It was a common occasion that Harry would come home to y/n absolutely nose deep in a book on the sofa, he loved watching the way she would get totally immersed in the story and endorsed on the character’s behaviour and thinking process.

Well tonight was no different, the time neared 6:45pm and Harry was out of the studio relatively early, he walked into there shared home, before he could look around he could sense something wasn’t right, the lights were all off, normally y/n would have various candle scents lingering in the atmosphere and the sound of her playlist would be faintly heard in the background.

He toed off his shoes and released his belongings by the door (making a mental note to clean it up later)

And walked through to there shared living room, y/n was bundled on the sofa with a grey faux blanket covering her, her hoodies hood was covering her hair and her eyes looked red and defeated.

Alarm bells are immediately going off in Harry’s mind, and he’s quick to act.

“Hey you, what’s happening?” He asked gently asked, swiftly sitting down next to her, leaning back and gently tapping her arm enough to signal ‘come here’

“Harry? Didn’t even hear you come home” she said voice a little wobbly, she joined his side, lounging her legs across his lap and resting her head on his chest.

“S’okay, what happened my love?” He asked softly into her hair, allowing his hand to slowly trace gentle circles on her back.

“Well” she started

“You know the book i was close to finishing?” She sniffs.

Harry begins to slightly relax at the fact it may not be as serious as he anticipated.

“I do m’love” he smiled

“Well because, it wasn’t a good ending at all” she begins to tear up again and snuggle her head further into his chest.

He mainly chuckles out of relief that it wasn’t anything ‘real’ and ‘serious’ he continues to hold her and press kisses to her hairline.

“I’m sorry to hear that m’love, wanna speak about it?” He’d gently ask.

As she begins to tell him the tragedy of the protagonists death and the failing love story between characters, even if truthfully Harry had no idea, he loved listening and taking in what she had to say.

“It sounds like such a beautiful story though my love” he said, trying to amp the spirits up.

“Mhmm” shes hum against him, the rest of the night was filled with cuddles and a lazy dinner together.

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It was a few weeks later and now y/n had got on to some new books, she was never without one.

One evening when y/n was sitting up reading in bed, and Harry was in there shared en suite getting ready for bed, y/n had an idea, that would send not only her but many girls around the world into a frenzy.

Before he finished up she sent up her phone discreetly on her beside table and began to work her magic.

“Harry!” She called

Lucky for her, timing was great, he emerged from the bathroom and was about to head out to the bed.

“Stay right there mister” she smirked

A confused smile crossed his face, at her instructions but he did as she said.

“Babe-?” He chuckled lowly.

“I’ve just been reading here” she said holding up her book

“And it says here: “with arms holding him up he leant against the doorframe admiring the girl in-front of him” “ she recites from the paper.

Rolling his eyes already knowing what she was gonna request.

“So if you could please, show me your best doorframe lean, I’d be very happy” she smiled as she put the book in her lap and leaned back against the headboard.

His famous smirk flashes at the girl

“Y’want me, to lean against the doorframe?” He chuckles.

“Basically, but like- in a really romantic and heroic way, y’know” she giggles.

Y/n can practically see Harry think of how he’s gonna do this.

“M’kay, I need you to c’mere then” he calmly requests.

“Harry, just do it!!” She blushes, she’s also thinking of how thankful she is for the 5 minute feature on TikTok!

“Will, just come here” he laughs, he walks over and takes both of her hands and guides her to the place he wants which is right by the doorframe but far enough.

When satisfied with were the both at, harrys left arm lifts up and due to his height sits just above the top door frame, already y/n found her self flustered, and with his right hand he held her face and pulled her in for a sweet kiss on her lips, while still holding the “doorframe leaning position”

She pulls away flustered and blushed up,

“You did not just do that” she laughs as she stares at him.

“No Harry, I know the fuck you did not do that” she states, her eyes still wide and her mouth curling up into a big smile.

The smirk of satisfaction crawled up on his face as he managed to to fluster up his girl, despite nearly 5 years of being together.

Remembering the iPhone camera pointing in there direction, she quickly turned on her heels to stop it, at the realisation of she’s been filming them hits Harry and it’s now his time to go red.

“You cheeky thing” he says going up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, he kept his chin on her shoulder as they watched the video they just made together, sharing laughs and smiles.

“Fuck sake” he smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple and getting into his side of the bed.

She presses post and couldn’t wait to see what everyone had to say tomorrow, she joined in the bed next to him.

“Safe to say girls are gonna be having a field day with that one” she laughs.

“Where did you learn that stunt from anyway?” She giggled leaning in to his side.

“Well baby” he started.

“When your girlfriend is obsessed with books and romance novels you do learn a few tricks along the way, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t read a few of your stuff” he nonchalantly pointed out.

Her eyes light up again.

“Really? You have?” She excitedly asked

“Mmmhmm, I got say y’got good taste” he shrugs.

“If you want recommendations just say”

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Late Night Talking. On Film.

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chaashni · 2 years

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Deals

A drunk, mindless deal with your boyfriend gets you a lot more than you had bargained for.

Warnings: Smut. Smut. Smut. College AU. Dom/Sub dynamics. This is bdsm. Spanking. Pain kink. Punishments. Bad marks. Harry is a good bf. Also a damn good dom. Tying up. Vibrations. Mocking. Condescension. Lemme know if I missed something.

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"Let's make a deal then" faint traces of smoke blew out from Harry's lips, dusting your face softly as the stench intoxicated you even futher. Your hands clung to his shoulders, his arms resting on your hips and keeping you tethered to his body. Your drunken body didn't have much coordination, almost entirely resting your weight on him, your fingers itching towards the bandana wrapped around his forehead as you puckered up your lips, asking for a kiss.

"We're not having any deals. C'mon, let's take you home." Harry relented, dropping his lips over yours and smooching some of your lipgloss off, the cigarette in his breath making you drowsier. You pushed him away suddenly, swaying before settling yourself and squaring your back in an attempt to reach in level with your lanky boyfriend's eyes, pouting and kicking at a stone when you realized you couldn't.

"We're having a deal. You're a chicken." You screeched sloppily, not paying any heed to the fact that you were super close to your dorm building and the wardens could come and shout at you any second. You were too drunk and your boyfriend too damn cocky for his own good.

Harry chuckled, pushing his hands into his pockets and leaning into your space as you blinked and tried to recoordinate yourself, the sudden sweep with which he crowded your personal space leaving you a little intimidated. It didn't help that the dim lights around seemed to converge into the crystal pools that were his eyes and -fuck- you must be too damn drunk if you were thinking of that.

The hand resting on your shoulder travelled across your collarbones, sliding your tresses back and cuffing around your nape, his grip firm and grounding. Your squirming stopped, a faint cloud of lust beginning to coagulate in your eyes and in the pits of your stomach, your sweaty fingers suddenly itching to slide down your boyfriend's v-line. Were you supposed to be striking a deal moments back? You couldn't care less.

Apparently, Harry was interested now. Still cupping your neck, he drew you closer to his face, his thumb moving up to your lips and ghosting over its curve, resting on your cupid's bow. Slow as he could, he slid the pad of it down, the tip of his smoke dusted finger dipping into your mouth before he pulled your lower lip down, breathing out some smoke directly into your mouth.

"How much have you studied for tomorrow's test, huh?" He questions, an eyebrow raising up as he leans closer, the ends of his curls tickling the sides of your face. You blink, a little confused, before your eyes light up.

"A lot-" you state confidently. "Syllabus wise at least. I had these chapters under my belt from the start." You didn't know why you felt the need to add that, but Harry chuckled, almost scorningly, and your eyebrows crumbled in confusion, pushing at his chest.

"What?" You pouted, your words loud enough to make you wince. Harry remained unbothered, too used to your drunken antics to act surprised.

"Practice baby, have you practiced?"

You blinked, stepping back defensively. "I don't need to. I'm smart enough."

Harry chuckles, bringing another cigarette to his mouth and tucking it between his lips. He signalled to your pockets, a silent demand for you to pull out the lighter he had handed you. You rolled your eyes and clicked it open, lighting the roll for him. "Getting cocky isn't gonna get you anywhere." You chided, shuffling the lighter in your hands.

Your boyfriend just watched you with a piercing stare, each second igniting you a little more. Harry took a deep drag, pulling out the cigarette, his smoke laced words whispered right over your face. "And being a smartass isn't getting you the scores."

"Wanna bet?"

"Ofcourse."

"You know I've been preparing this for longer than you " You cocked an eyebrow at your suddenly dismissive boyfriend like he was a little too sure he would win this easily. It unnerved you a little but you weren't phased. He could win. In his dreams.

"Alright. We'll see how much you get after all this partying." He slung an arm around your waist, sweeping you over in the direction of the dorms.

"Wait wait wait." You staggered to a stop, pulling Harry to a sudden halt with you. You stumbled for a second, your boyfriend flipping you both around so his shoulder hit the compound wall instead of yours.

"Careful woman," he huffed, blowing out some smoke as he flexed his arm. "What happened now?"

"What do I get when I win?"

The exasperated crease melted to a conniving smirk. His hand wrapped around your throat, flipping you around again and backing you up against the wall by your neck, a wicked smirk on his face. "You get to use me. All you want."

And just like that, you were mirroring his smile.

"But if I win," he placed the cigarette between your lips, his thumb digging into your chin as you took in a controlled puff, your pussy wet and needy. "I get to do whatever I want with ya."

It was all too easy for you to agree. What would he do, tie you with his bandana? Pull you into one of the classrooms and bend you over a teacher's desk? Fuck you with his fingers when you were in a frat party? Been there. Done that. And you were certain you would win, so you did not bother much. You were too busy ripping off his jacket and tee, unzipping the chain of his tight pants as you both stumbled up the stairs, your bra pulled out from under your shirt, your body already marked with his bruises.

You should have probably thought the bet through.

Ofcourse, being a smartass isn't always enough. Being a oversmart-ass and striking a bet on something as unpredictable as exam scores wasn't your brightest moment, but now it was done.

You were fucked.

You rubbed a drop of sweat lining over your brow- you need to relax- this was a class test, these scores do not affect your credit scores. You huffed, shutting your laptop and glaring at the desk like it had done something seriously wrong to you. You dared not look at your boyfriend, who had been sitting by your side all through this while, his score clearly more than yours.

Talk about being fucked.

Having exhausted your stock of mental pep talk, you had shamefully turned to your boyfriend, a pout etched in your lips and a frown cemented in your eyes, ready to acknowledge that- fuck- you should be partying a little less and focussing a lot more on your classes.

Harry's hands stopped you before you got a word out, strong hands wrapping flush around your waist and pulling you snug to his torso, the droning voice of your professor be damned. You pressed your fingertips onto the fluffy material of his sweater, burrowing your neck into his chest as he cradled you delicately, no signs of mocking or contempt anywhere in his body language. He muttered some sweet nothings into your ear all through the class, promising you this wouldn't affect your credits and that you would be doing better soon. After class he brought you a big tub of ice cream sundae, and he even let you steal his bandana, smiling that sweet dopey smile when you littered kisses all over his face and chin, holding him like he grounded you.

He definitely did. You sometimes wondered what you would do without Harry. In your current predicament, you would probably be sitting in your dorm room, your face pressed to your pillow, your frustrated screams diffused into the fluffy material of your blankets, your tears dripping all over. Maybe you would turn into the sinister cat lady with a wine addiction and body traps littered all over your garden ten years earlier than normal, if you didn't have your sweet sweet boyfriend. Snorting, you decided you would cook him some nice pasta as a thank you for saving you from that, his apartment building just in sight.

It was still some minutes to five thirty, the time he had called you over so you both could study and just hang, and you were proud of yourself for making it in time- oh, even better- earlier than usual. So you skipped up the steps, cheerfully greeting the cranky middle aged dilf who was smoking a joint in the gallery, determined to fix this grand mess you had made out of your academics.

You had totally forgotten about that damned bet you had made under the expense of drunk bravery. Because you were an idiot, who lived a little too much in the moment. The whole premise of 'you can do whatever you want to do to me' had completely slipped your mind till you found your boyfriend sitting on the soft, tattooed arms crossed behins his head and legs propped on the table which had endured more than enough if the two of you already, cigarette in hand, the annoying smug look all over his face.

That's when you knew this wouldn't be one of your regular 'study sessions'.

Cause however kinky and risque you might be, you cannot classify being bent over someone's lap, naked and reciting answers with a stinging ass while being casually degraded as 'normal'.

Clearly, when you had stepped it, you should have known. Harry didn't look like he was in the mood to fuck around, and as determined as you felt, you were also under this cocoon of love and warmth he had showered you with all through the afternoon.

So the first command of "strip" had you blinking, confused almost. Harry watery smile, the throb of that vein down his neck, that pulled you out of the momentary 'dumb-drop' you had descended into, your mind rolling back to that night, your smug words and that bet ringing fresh. Harry's sultry words rang in your ears as you, much to your chagarin, follwed his command just the next instant, his sweetened accent housing the sultriness that had you tremble, knowing he would use you plenty tonight.

"Don't make me repeat myself again, baby girl. Strip. Do it slow. I want to be nice and hard when you're bent over my lap."

And here you were. All your clothes folded and kept in Harry's bedroom- the little freak would 't ket you kick them aside, when you wwere all naked and throbbing between your thighs in anticipation, he asked you to fold them up and walk over to the other side of the apartment, to place it in his bed.

"Would be easier for you to find 'em, babygirl."

Fuck him.

"Now for the rules of tonight," he started, large hands running down the curve of your back, slowly feeling up your ass as you adjusted your position, your hands pressed to the cold floor as Harry remained perched at the edge of the couch. "We'd be going through the paper- every single question." His hands cupped your jaw, thumb caressing your lower lip, smearing your saliva all over your mouth when you attempted to suck on it. "You attended the discussion didn't ya? Let's see how much attention you pay that day."

Fuck. Does he really expect you to remember that?

Definitely not. Which is why you were here in the first place.

"If you get it right, babygirl," your boyfriend continued, hand sliding between the crack of your ass and hovering right over your weepy cunt, a long finger diving through your folds as you closed your eyes and moaned, "you get rewarded."

The darkening of his voice got a chill jolt down your spine, your nerves flaring. "And if you get 'em wrong," the hand landing on your oussy shouldn't have shocked you so much but you grunted out in disbelief, staggering forward only to be held in place by his arms. "You get punished."

And thats where it all began. Hands which caressed your cunt and backside as he read out the questions from his laptop, your inability to answer getting you harsh smacks on your backside, each mistake costing you five spanks and a ton of degradation, each tut leaving you squirming for more."

"Question 3, wasn't it the easiest in the whole paper?" His hand lands on the curve where your ass meets your thigh, sending you forward before its pair laced around your throat, tilting your head up so he could look into your teary eyes, his smug face and condescending glare leaving you whimpering.

"What is it that you know here, baby?" He squeezed the sides of your neck, hand landing on your ass again. "What do you say now?"

"Uggh," you whimpered, heaving before mumbling out, "sorry daddy. I didn't know."

"You didn't?" He narrows his eyes fake sympathy bleeding through his words as his hand landed on the same asscheek twice, the other going to knead your breasts before taking its place back around your throat, the tips of his fingers pressing to the underside of your jaw. "That makes you such a bad little girl," he murmurs, brushing his lips tenderly on the side of your head as he landed the remaining two spanks for this particular question, grabbing theat cheek harshly till you rolled out the words he had instructed you to repeat after each five spanks.

"Thank you for punishing me, daddy. Would- fuck-" he probed your hole a little, leaving you cursing him out and clenching around nothing the very next second. "Make sure to prepare the next time."

That dark chuckle had you trembling right at the edge, a burning backside and bruised throat only aggravating your horniess as you tried to rub against his thigh, his ring covered hands trailing all over your skin, mapping you, tracing every dip and crevice, every stretch mark and line. He grabbed your hair, twirling it around his fist and pulling a silent command for you to pucker up your lips, blowing smoke right into your mouth and kissing you deeply right after.

He pulled you up, scooping you in his arms and kissing you softly, caressing your breasts and neck before he grabbed them harshly again, the softness diffusing from his tone to a more ardent, serious one.

"You see that mirror there, baby girl?" He pointed it out for you, pinching and twisting your nipple while his lips ran over your, words slowly whispered into the shell of it like you were some dumb baby who needed everything explained in details. "You'll go over there, spread your legs and wait for daddy. Is that okay, babygirl?"

"Are you fucking insane?" You actually whined out, shaking your head in a no. Your ass was on fire, how could he expect you to sit that way?

His eyes darkened, the hold on your nipple loosening before he was pulling away, face schooled into a frustrating neutral. What? Wouldn't he do something? Or would he leave you high and dry for the rest of the evening, just ask you to-

The hand crashing against your cheek got you face snapped to the side, a burning sting forming there and flowing all the way down your neck, one of Harry's hands around your throat, the other buried in your hair, his furious eyes burning right into yours. "What did you just say, babygirl?" His words holding so much condescension and meanness he had you trembling and your pussy dripping out right on his thigh.

"Sorry daddy- fuck-" you whimpered, grinding on his pants, your breathing low. "Didn't mean that?"

"Oh really?" He mocked, pressing his fingers into your jugular, angry red lips biting over your earlobe.

"Didn't. Sorry,"

"But you meant to get wet- drip all over m' thigh like a drooly lil' kitten, didn't ya?" The hold on your hair tightened, pulling you backwards, your eyes snapping open. "Didn't ya?" Harry seethed, jaw clenched, eyes full of darkened lust as he watched you get off on his thigh.

"Yeah I did," you moaned, throwing your head back, rocking your hips and taking all the friction you could, his thighs soaked and your legs quivering as his lips danced all over your neck, sucking those bruising marks.

"What's your colour?" This was Harry. The timbre of his voice changed, care and caution dripped into his velvety words as you humped his leg, so so close to what you needed from the moment he had asked you to strip and give him a show.

"Green. Fucking green." You sobbed out, arching your back as you almost tipped over the edge, and the next instant you were being picked up and pinned to the couch, your annoyed yelp falling on deaf ears as you faced Harry's shit eating smirk.

"Then be a good girl and go sit your ass in front of the mirror." He caressed your face that he had slapped, pushing a thumb into your mouth before you could let out the curses dancing on the tip of your tongue, absolutely furious for your robbed orgasm.

And that's how you got in here, in front of the mirror, Harry's bandana wrapped around your wrists, which he had twisted behind your back, your breasts thrust out and thighs spread open, ass burning and pussy dripping.

The worst part was you could see just how horny and needy you were, and so could Harry, who was sitting on the couch right behind you and completing his fucking assignment- what an idiot?

Curse you for being so needy and enamored by this fucking moron.

He finished fairly quickly though- something told you he didn't even have anything to do in there, he just wanted you to remain frustrated and needy, and drip down on the floor for him. Harry walked over to you, eyes on your reflection, his hands rising and clamping over your shoulder, sliding down your bound hands to your waistline, curling over your stomach and descending down to your pussy. He cupped it torturously slow, his fingers just grazing your dripping folds, scooping up some of your slick on his palm.

The palm, which came back up embarrassingly set with your juices, was then held right below your face, Harry's silent command ringing in your ears. Face heated up and pussy gushing, you pressed the flat of your tongue on his palm, lapping up your own juices and licking it clean.

"Good girl," he kissed your neck, cupping your boobs from behind, traces of his fingers branded on your skin as he began kneading and pinching again, tipping you backwards so your raw cunt was raised from the ground, even more visible and humiliating. "Isn't that difficult to learn, isn't it baby?"

You moaned, throwing your head back over his shoulder. The tell tale hum of your vibrator, the one which you had left at his place the last time you were here, had you snapping your eyes back open, gasping as he rolled it over your nipples. Fuck.

"Been a really good girl today," Harry bit your shoulder, tracing a circle over the area close to your nipple, leaving you squirming in his hold. "Daddy's impressed"

You moaned, jutting your hips out, doing whatever to have him give you attention you needed, where you needed it most.

"I know, I know, baby." The vibrator buzzed its way down your torso, hovering torturously close to your clit when he smacked your inner thigh. "On your knees, babygirl."

Harry really, really was gonna toy with you all night long. Almost breaking into frustrated tears, you got into the position he wanted you in, looking at him imploringly, hoping he takes mercy on you and gives you what you want.

Which he did. The vibrator skimming through your folds at its highest setting had you barrelling forward, Harry's hold on the bandana wrapped around your wrists keeping you steady as you shrieked in pleasure, clamouring down on the toy and clenching, your juices lubricating you enough to take the toy in without any hesitation. Your boyfriend teased you nipples as he thrust the vibrator inside you, its tip circling around your clit menacingly before he was plunging it inside again, your moans breaking into incoherent mixtures of "harder" and "right there", the pleasure building up to a hugh you had been chasing all through the night, through the strenuous foreplay and Harry's skilled fingers. With a scream you came all over, dripping all over Harry's palm and the toy as you slumped against him, heaving heavily.

"Nah nah nah," Harry's hands patted your face, lightly rousing you when you were close to drifting off. "You still got those six other answers you need to be rewarded for."

You looked on, confused, gasping when you felt his erection press all the way up your back when he stood up, the boner he was sporting tight against his pants as he turned you around, your hands still bound behind your back, your thighs still quivering, your head a little mussed up.

"First you're gonna help daddy out." He caressed your face, hand slowly wrapping around your throat and guiding you to his pants.

"Then I'm gonna do whatever I want with you. We only got started."

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The Bet

A Harry Holland mini series

Part 2 (when players fall)

Warnings: some cursing (idk) smut.

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You were sitting on his bed with a textbook in front of you when he came through the door holding more snacks than the two of you could ever finish. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "Are you trying to fatten me up for winter?" You wondered as you stole the pack of gummy candies from him.

"Quite possibly," he chuckled as he settled back into his computer chair. "Ok hit me," he said.

"What is the-"

"I can't remember, we have to play the game again," he told you.

"We're not playing the game again," you laughed.

"But I almost won last time," he argued with raised brows.

"Harry you were literally naked with the textbook covering your junk while I still had on a majority of my clothes," you pointed out, "you were in no way close to winning," you chuckled.

He rolled his eyes at you, "I've been studying though, I'm pretty sure I can get you naked this time," he teased with a wink.

"Harry!" You warned with a giggle right as there was a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" Harry called before the door opened. Harrison stood in the doorway in a pair of board shorts.

"We're going in the hottub if the two of you would like to join," he offered. "Unless you're too busy getting naked again," he chuckled as he shot Harry a look.

"Hey, I underestimated my knowledge, I have been studying!" He demanded.

You chuckled as you climbed from the bed grabbing your bag, "I should be getting home anyway," you told Harry.

His mouth fell open as he stared at you, "do you have to? You could just stay, wouldn't be our first sleepover," he waggled his eyebrows at you.

"I don't have clothes," you said simply.

"Haz has some of Siennas you could borrow, right?" Harry asked.

Harrison nodded from the doorway, "yeah you guys are around the same size," he told you.

"I don't know-"

"Come on, I don't want my best friend to leave me," Harry whined.

You knew you should say no. That would be the smartest, staying with Harry was like everything else you seemed to do with Harry was a recipe for disaster. "Fine," you sighed, ignoring everything in you that was screaming no.

Being around Harry was easy, he had become your best friend in the months the two of you had been hanging out. "Do you want me to sleep on the floor?" You asked as you stepped out of his bathroom in one of his shirts and a pair of his sweats.

"Why would I want you to sleep on the floor?" He wondered as he stared at you.

You shrugged as you rounded the side of his bed before sliding into the empty spot next to him. "I don't know, but it's your bed so I was just checking," you chuckled.

"Obviously, I want you next to me, so I can cuddle you in the middle of the night and blame it on being asleep," Harry teased.

You couldn't help but laugh at that, "I knew it!" You announced, "your a closet cuddler,"

Harry rolled his eyes at you before reaching over to tickle your side, effectively rendering you useless as you squirmed and laughed. "Okay! Okay!" You giggled as Harry finally quit.

"You know what I've been thinking about?" Harry asked you after a few minutes.

"Hmm?" You wondered.

"The first time I took you to our spot," he said.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat. "You think about that?" You asked, you looked at Harry laying next to you who had a grin on his face.

"All the time," he admitted.

"Why?" You asked breathlessly.

"Because I've never seen anything more beautiful than you when you came," Harry told you.

You felt your whole body ignite, suddenly the room was twenty degrees hotter and holding a lot more expectations than before.

"Do you ever think about it?" Harry wondered.

You couldn't speak, because you couldn't trust the words that would come from your mouth so you just nodded.

"Sometimes," Harry began, "I wonder if it was that easy to get you to fall apart on my thigh, how easy it would be if I used my fingers," he whispered, "or my tongue," he added after a second.

You whimpered at the idea. An audible whimper.

Harry's brows raised as he stared at you . "Would you like that y/n?" He Wondered. "Would you like to have my tongue lapping at your folds and working you over until you shattered?" He asked.

You were trying so hard to keep it together, knowing that crossing this line with Harry, again, would not be good for either of you.

"Or maybe you want my fingers pumping in and out of your tight little pussy while my tongue circles your nipples," he whispered.

You bit your bottom lip as a moan escaped you, but it was to no avail, because Harry had definitely heard it.

There was no way he hadn't.

"Dirty talk turns you on," Harry stated with a grin. You wanted to punch him, and get that smug smirk right off his face, but he wasn't wrong, his dirty talk was turning you on.

"You know," he began, "I had my first wrapped around my cock last night, right where you're laying, and the whole time I pumped it thinking about the face you made when you came on my thigh," he whispered closer to your ear than before.

That one made you gasp. The idea of him pleasuring himself to you. Fuck. That was hot. You finally managed to get out words. "you did?" You Wonder.

Harry chuckled, "every night since it happened," he admitted.

The next words that left your mouth shocked even you. "Can I watch?"

Harry's breathing halted as he stared at you, not sure if you were being serious or not. "You want to watch?" He wondered.

"You saw me come apart," you whispered, "I want to see you come apart, it's only fair," you told him.

Harry was at a loss of words. You had quite literally flipped his own game on him and he wasn't sure how to feel. On one hand it was extremely hot, and on the other it was a little intimidating. "What if I could make both of us fall apart at the same time?" He wondered.

"Oh yeah? How?" You challenged.

Harry was already hard from talking dirty to you, but the idea of anything else had blood flowing straight to his groin. "Come here," he said as he helped you up and to straddle him. Immediately as you settled your core on him you could feel how affected he was feeling.

"Harry," you warned. You weren't sure where he was taking this, and you were most definitely not ready to have sex with him if that's where his head was, hell you had never even kissed him.

"No touching," he assured you as his hands settled on your hips, "I'll stop if you want me to," he told you.

You nodded, "I don't want you to," you whispered.

He nodded before grabbing your hips and helping you grind onto his hard length. You knew that your arousal had seeped through not only your panties, but also Harry's sweats and you were sure that he could probably feel it only wearing a pair of briefs.

It was hot, so fucking hot. And there was something that made it hotter by the fact that the two of you weren't actually doing anything more than acting like horny teenagers.

"Fuck," Harry groaned.

You glanced down at him to see the pure lust written all over his face, and you could tell he was close to losing it, but so were you.

"The fact that you're in my clothes makes this so much hotter," Harry admitted.

You chuckled as you felt the same feeling from the last time the two of you had done something like this wash over you, but this time you couldn't squeeze your thighs together so your back arched.

"That's it pretty girl," Harry whispered, "come for me," and oh God did you, and he followed closely behind with a grunt.

You let your head fall forward to the crook of his neck as you stayed on top of him.

"How was that?" He asked as he rubbed your back.

"Good," you mumbled sleepily.

He chuckled before rolling the two of you over and pulling you into his arms. "Go to sleep pretty girl," he whispered, so you did, with a stomach full of butterflies and the memy of him calling you 'pretty girl' fresh in your mind.

As the weeks went on you and Harry became closer and closer. At some point Harry forgot all together about that stupid bet and the time he was spending with you was because he wanted to, not far any other reason. Tom had been busy recently and so he hadn't had time to bring it up until one afternoon when Harry was walking through the living room on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water.

"How's your progress on the bet we made?" Tom called, stopping Harry dead in his tracks.

"What?" He asked as he turned to face his brother.

Tom shrugged, "you guys are spending every minute together, surely she's in love with you already," Tom said.

Now the thing about Harry was, he was competitive, he didn't like to give up at a challenge, and he was not one to quit. So when he said what he did next everyone was shocked.

"I don't want bragging rights," Harry announced, "you win mate," he held out his hand to Tom who stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"What?" Tom wondered.

"I don't care about the stupid bet anymore, no point in it," Harry said with a smile before heading to the kitchen where he had originally been going.

"Holy shit!" Tom shouted. "You love her," Harry stopped as the words registered in his mind.

Love.

Harry didn't love.

Love was dangerous.

Love was scary.

But there was no other word that could describe the way he felt.

Harry loved you.

With every fiber of his being, and the six months you guys had spent together, even just as friends had been the best of his life. So if that's how love felt, that Harry wanted to love you everyday for the rest of his life. "I fucking love her," Harry confirmed with a smile and a shake of his head.

There was a collective round of hoots and hollers from around the room as the boys teased Harry for his new found feelings.

Nothing could take this high from him.

"Where are we going?" You asked as you went to pull the blindfold off of your eyes that Harry had secured there.

"Stop trying to ruin the surprise," Harry scolded as he grabbed your hand and brought it down with his, but he didn't let go, instead he intertwined his fingers with yours.

"Well, if you're taking me somewhere to kill me, I just want you to know you will be the first suspect," you told him matter of factly.

"Oh really?" He chuckled, "and why is that?"

"It's always the love interest," you said as you leaned back in the chair relaxing since you couldn't see anything.

"The love interest, huh? Though we were just friends," Harry teased with a big smile on his face.

"You know what I mean," you giggled, "do you know how many people think we're dating, or at least screwing?" You asked him.

"My guess is a lot," Harry chuckled as he squeezed your hand.

"Even Mal thinks something is going on," you told him.

"Maybe we should be," Harry said.

Your head shot towards him and dammit all to heck with the surprise. You ripped the blindfold from your eyes to stare at him. "Should what?!" You demanded.

"Damnit y/n/n, you're going to ruin the surprise," he complained.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "We should be dating? Or we should be screwing?" You asked, not letting his words go.

"Don't they go kind of hand in hand?" He wondered as he glanced over at you with a smirk.

You could tell he was just playing with you, so you rolled your eyes before swatting his chest. "You are the worst Harry Holland," you complained as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"You love me anyway," he said, and suddenly all the air had been sucked out of the car. Because you did love him anyway, so much so, but you weren't going to tell him that. So you just stayed quiet and fastened the blindfold back over your eyes so you wouldn't ruin his surprise.

A few agonizing minutes later you felt Harry put the car in park. "Can I look now?" You wondered.

"Hold on, I have a speech," he told you as he cleared his throat.

You rolled your eyes at that even if he couldn't see it.

"A few months ago I met a girl, I proceeded to punch her boyfriend, and give her her first orgasm." He chuckled before he played an applause sound with his phone. "I know, I know, please settle down," he told no one.

"You're an idiot," you giggled.

"I remember it like it was yesterday, how she told me that sex had been a letdown, like being exited for an amusement park ride, and ending up on the carousel, and no one likes the carousel," he cleared his throat again before reaching over and untieing the blindfold. "So I give you, a day to make up for shitty sex" he threw his hands forward and you followed his vision to see a plethora of rollercoasters and amusement park rides behind the gates you were parked by.

You stared at the park in awe, before turning back to Harry with a giant grin. "You brought me to an amusement park?" You demanded.

He flashed you a smile before nodding and pulling out a box from the back seat.

"I also got us matching shirts," he pulled one out and handed it to you with a smirk.

You couldn't help but laugh. "Boycott carousels?" You asked.

"I'm never letting you ride another carousel again, pretty girl," he told you with a wink.

You couldn't help the butterflies you felt every time he called you by that pet name. But it was enough to have you biting your lip and wishing things were different, wishing you had pushed your friendship a tad further, cause if you were being honest, you wanted so much more with Harry, you were just scared to trust anyone again.

You stripped off your shirt sliding your matching shirt on in its place before you walked hand in hand into the massive amusement park.

Harry purchased fast passes for the two of you so you wouldn't have to wait in line long and the two of you spent most of the day on various exciting rides before deciding to grab a bite to eat and look at some of the little vendors.

You decided on cordogs for food and walked up and down the countless isles of little tents with knick knacks and items for sale.

"Look at this," you told Harry holding up two bracelets with connecting hearts that's had the words 'best friends'

"That's cute," he chuckled as he grabbed it out of your hand, it was a childish looking bracelet and something you would never be caught wearing let alone Harry, but he took it up to the little old woman and purchased it before sliding the purple one onto his own wrist and the pink one onto yours. "Now you'll never forget who your best friend is," Harry told you before kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. It was all very domesticated, anyone passing by would assume the two of you were a couple, and you wished that were the case.

After all, neither of you had any one else, at least you didn't.

"Hey har," you mumbled.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"It may not be any of my business," you paused as you glanced up at his face, "but have you been seeing anyone recently?" you wondered.

He smiled down at you before shaking his head. "Nope, I only have eyes for one girl, and currently she's acting like a jealous girlfriend, and I'm not going to lie," he lowered his lips to your ear. "It's really sexy," he whispered, making you nearly moan.

"Stop!" You warned as you swatted his chest.

He placed his hand against your cheek turning your face up towards his. “Honestly pretty girl, if you haven't gathered that i'm all about you by now, i think you may be blind,” he told you.

You stared up at him waiting for what should happen next, it had been a waiting game for weeks, everytime you thought he would say screw it and just kiss you, he would always somehow restrain himself and turn away. He glanced down at your lips before smiling and going to turn away, but you were done waiting, if he wasn't going to do it, then god dammit you were.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back towards you slamming your lips to his in a tender kiss. He froze at first, but quickly reacted with his tongue at the seam of your lips seeking entrance.

It was the kiss, and the anticipation that had been leading up to it made it a million times better, you couldn't help but smile against his lips before pulling away.

He stared at you as you bit your bottom lip."what-"

"I've been waiting for weeks for you to kiss me," you explained, "figured I'd just do it myself," you told him with a shrug before walking off towards the carnival games.

But the time the two of you got back into town from the amusement park it was nearly two am and you decided to just stay with Harry at the frat house. As you pulled in Harry's phone began ringing and lit up with a girl's photo and name. He groaned before ignoring the call.

You glanced over at him curiously but didn't ask. "She's been calling me every night for the last few weeks," Harry explained. "We used to fool around, but I called it off right after we met," he told you.

You smiled at him and placed your hand over his. "You didn't need to tell me that," you told him.

"I know, but I don't want you thinking I'm fooling around, I meant what I said Y/n, I'm all about you," he leaned over the counsel and pressed his lips gently against yours. "Now let's get in and go to bed cause I am beat," he chuckled.

For the first time in a long time everything felt right, as it should, and you were happy. So happy.

There was a loud crash and then the distinct sound of yelling from downstairs that jolted Harry awake. He glanced over to see you still soundly asleep and curled into his side. If there was one thing he had learned about you in the last few months it was that you slept like a log.

There was some more yelling and another crash, and Harry decided he needed to go and check what was going on. He slipped out of bed silently and threw on a shirt before heading out of his room and down the stairs towards the noise.

Nothing could have prepared Harry for what he was about to walk into.

"I've been calling and texting and nothing," Olivia the girl who had called last night screamed at a terrified looking Harrison who was covering himself from the things she was throwing with a pillow.

"I don't know what to tell you Ollie, you know he doesn't date," Harrison reminded her.

"What the hell is going on?" Harry demanded.

Olivia turned towards Harry before narrowing her eyes. "You!" She seethed. "You think you can ghost me, when we had a deal?" She shouted.

Harry stared at her like she had two heads. "What deal?" Harry asked her.

"Don't act stupid Harry, when you call I come, when I call you come, it's been that way for years," she chuckled dryly.

"I only met you last spring," Harry pointed out, quickly ducking as the water bottle came flying towards him.

"Olivia," Harry said, "I told you this was done," Harry reminded her.

"You said and I quote ' 'let's just stop hooking up'' Olivia said.

Harry nodded, not really understanding her confusion. That seemed as straightforward as he could have been. "Yeah, that is what I said," Harry agreed.

"So I figured we were going to try dating!" Olivia shouted as she picked something else up to haul towards Harry.

"Harry doesn't date," Harrison said again.

"So why don't you want to keep hooking up?" She demanded.

"I'm with someone," Harry admitted.

"It's the girl from the bet isn't it?" Olivia demanded.

Harry felt his face drain of blood. How did she know that? "It is!" She yelled. She grabbed another thing and went to throw it but was quickly intercepted by Sam pinning her arms to the side.

"Enough," Sam demanded. "It's eight in the morning, people are sleeping and you don't need to be screaming," he huffed in frustration.

"Should I tell her? Or maybe I'll just show her the video I have, I'm sure that'll make her run for the hills, Holland," she hissed, not even acknowledging Sam.

"You don't have a video," Harry said, but he wasn't certain that that was the truth.

"Are you willing to try me?" She wondered. "Or maybe, maybe I'll just send it out to the entire student body, then she would be really embarrassed," she chuckled.

"You wouldn't," Harry demanded.

"Wouldn't I?" She cocked her head to the side, twisting out of Sam's grasp. "You're a real piece of shit Harry Holland," she hissed before turning and storming from the room.

All of the boys that had gathered in the room started after her, completely in shock at what had just happened.

"She doesn't have a video," Harry said, not sure of his words.

"I knew this was a bad idea," Sam sighed as he shook his head.

"She can't find out," Harry panicked, "she'll never talk to me again," he shook his head as all the possibilities raced through his head, none of which ended with you still talking to him.

"You have to tell her," Harrison said.

"It'll be worse coming from anyone other than you, especially if there is a video," Jeff, one of the roommates pointed out.

Harry shook his head as he fell to the couch in defeat, "I don't want to lose her," he sighed.

Tom sighed from the doorway before coming to sit beside him, "she's really done you in mate," Tom told him. Harry only nodded, not having any words. "Take her out for the day," Tom offered with a sad smile, "go and have a nice day, and when the time is right explain what happened and the fact that you called it off because you fell for her like a damn sap," Tom squeezed his brothers shoulder hoping he was somehow helping, especially since he was the one that got him into this mess in the first place.

Harry nodded, knowing they were right. He had to tell you. He just hoped you would forgive him.

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littlemisslipbalm · 2 years

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is there a part 2 to "sorry to bother you"?

Nope! Just a stand alone fic with an uncertain ending :) thanks for reading

#harry fics #sorry to bother you

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charlotlie · 9 months

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bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM

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harrysonlylover · 6 months

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At All Costs

Summary: The ruthless special agent reveals his other side when Y/n gets hurt in the field

Trope: Agent! Harry

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of physical violence, blood, mean harry, protective harry.

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The training facility was buzzing with agents who rushed back and forth in confusion and fear.

They’re not supposed to be gathered here, this is not where they meet up nor where they should be right now. But once the chief sends an order, no questions are asked.

They bumped into each other like scaredy cats and it was ironic considering all the strength training they were subjected to. The stamina and physical strength they yielded evaporated once he stepped into the room. He’s been stern since day one, only a fool would make eye contact with him or disobey his orders.

As the chief, authority, and discipline radiated off him but this time it was different. He appeared psychotic, murderous even.

No one wanted to stand before him and report what happened, the furrow between his eyebrows, and the clenching of his fists were enough to zip mouthes.

“What is this fucking shitshow?!” His furious voice echoed through the room as agents lowered their gaze to the ground.

It seemed like he was ready to rip off their heads one by one for the mess they made. His left hand was bandaged, showing a layer of blood beneath it. Sweat covered his forehead and his hair that used to be styled was now messy and all over his face.

His bulletproof vest was practically useless. No one would dare to aim their gun in his way; not even the enemy.

“Agent Styles, I—I c-an explain.” A voice sounded out in the back and everyone else moved to allow the ‘brave guy’ to come forward.

It wasn’t really about bravery. Agent Marks was in charge of assigning field agents and pairing them with each other. The order that was given to him by Agent Styles a few months ago regarding Y/n’s safety was heavily violated.

No one knew about the order except these two, and when Marks’ eyes met Harry’s raging ones; he realised he’d probably utter his last words right now.

“Explain what? How you fucked up and paired a little bitch that’s full of himself with Y/n?” He didn’t need to shout, the anger in his voice naturally made his tone higher and more violent.

“I’ll deal with him, sir.” Marks’ voice came out shaky. He tried to stand his ground but there was no escape from the humiliation he was being subjected to.

The room was completely silent. No one wished to breathe loudly, and they set their eyes everywhere except Styles’ direction.

“I already took care of him.” He spat, as drops of venom dripped with every word. His bandaged hand was proof of his deadly anger; let alone the traces of blood on his face and hands.

All agents and trainees in the room cursed their luck for being here at this time. No one expected this to happen and they definitely did not think Harry Styles was capable of caring for someone.

Agents got injured almost daily in the field. If it was a mess up, there would be a small lecture about it followed by intensive training but this? This incident turned Harry into a murderous man.

Y/n took a bullet in her left shoulder and was brought to the training facility since it was the nearest agents’ center. Her injury wouldn’t have allowed her to hold on till they reached the hospital, so Harry sent an order for the best medics to come here.

As soon as he heard the news, it was obvious that something was off. He’s a direct and stern chief, it takes him a few seconds to spew out orders for everyone. But once Y/n’s name was announced as the ‘fallen agent”, hell broke loose.

Stanley Browns was Y/n’s partner in this mission, they were given instructions to raid a drug cartel’s secret hideout, but when the mission went sideways Browns abandoned Y/n in the middle of being cornered by armed men.

It’s a miracle that she survived and managed to escape their trap, Harry’s heart clutched at the thought of her fighting for her life without him being there to help her.

Did she use one of his tricks that he taught her?

“Everyone out now!” A familiar voice shouted prompting everyone in the room to bump into each other as they fled away.

Harry was still standing, shooting daggers at Agent Marks who was already aware of the beating Stanley earned.

The news of how he almost met death spread faster than Y/n’s injury. A few agents found him after he ran away from the mission and handed him in to Harry who was seeing red at the time.

Over five men had to pull him away after he knocked Stanley unconscious. He just wouldn’t stop punching him, his face was unrecognizable and blood covered the ground beneath them. He may have survived, but will most likely never walk again. It took them a while to get Harry away from him as he kept shouting death promises.

The veins along his neck and forehead, his trembling hands, and his labored breaths were enough to make anyone avoid him. At this point, it was clear that Y/n’s injury was personal to him.

Zayn who ordered agents to leave signaled for Marks to do the same as Harry’s eyes darted to the hallway that led to the room Y/n is in.

“Go check on her.” Zayn’s hand patted Harry’s back who didn’t think twice before walking away.

The grip she had on him was insane, and he didn’t even realize it. He just acted on his first instincts when it came to her. There was nothing official between them, not even romantic gestures. It was simply angry sex.

Y/n had gotten into the program one year ago, she did not fear anyone, was full of herself, and challenged her superiors when she felt like it. At some point, Harry had to supervise her and he certainly didn’t like being talked back to.

Lectures and punishments didn’t work on her, he secretly admired her tough and cocky personality. It didn’t take him long to start admiring her body as well, and the rest was history.

No romantic feelings were involved, or so he thought. The fact that he almost killed a man for her did not really settle in. The same way he walked to the room she was in without thinking twice.

She was placed on a bed with medical cables attached to her body. Her shoulder was wrapped and Harry winced once he caught a glimpse of it.

He sat down on the chair next to the bed and buried his face in his hands. He couldn’t bear looking at her face that he searched for during training and stared at in secretive awe.

This should have never happened.

He didn’t want to think about her pain, how she might have wanted him to come for her, and he definitely did not wish to think about what would’ve happened if she wasn’t such a brave girl.

He had a reputation for being cold and strict, yet he felt like his throat was closing up because a girl who pushed his buttons was injured.

He might have gone a bit too far… but it’s nothing compared to the gestures he’s been doing recently, starting from ordering Marks to protect her.

“Don’t tell me you’ve gone all sad now.” Her voice made his head shoot upward only to find her forcing a weak smile.

He was up on his feet in a few seconds. “Are you in pain?”. He looked around like frantically for water and pain-killing pills.

“I already took some Harry.” Despite her injury, Harry’s actions were all she could hear about from the medics. Apparently, everyone was talking about it. The news was a natural pain relief, she never expected Harry to care for her in a million years. It was what she had secretly wished for, catching feelings for him was inevitable.

They were oblivious to the shift that occurred between them. More sex than usual, sleeping in each other’s bed and cuddling, sneaking between training, and most importantly kissing. Harry felt like a madman if he didn’t taste her lips for more than a day.

“I know what you did.”

“It was the right thing to do.” He replied automatically as he stared at her pale face.

“It’s always right or wrong for you.” She shook her head in disapproval.

“He caused this.” His hands gripped the bed rail tightly, he was once again reminded of his failure to protect her.

“Agents get injured all the time Harry.”

“You’re not any agent. You’re my fucking love.” His voice was shaky at the end and tears began to well up in his eyes.

Y/n gazed at him in shock, unable to process what he just confessed.

He loves her?

“I—“ He interrupted her by pressing his lips to her temple and cradling her face in his hands.

“Rest baby. I promise you this will never happen again. I’d rather die before it does.” He whispered , unbothered by showing his vulnerable side because he almost lost her.

“I can’t die without telling you that I love you.” Tears streamed down her face as he pressed one peck after the other to her lips.

“You also won’t have someone to disobey you during training.” She earned a vibrant chuckle from him that went straight through her heart. It was rare to see Harry Styles smiling and of course, it would be because of her.

“You know I only like it when you disobey me at certain times.”

“I guess my days of mischief are gone now.” She sighed dramatically as her fingertips held onto Harry’s.

“Oh no, how will you survive?”

“Kisses. Lots of them.”

“Then you will heal quickly little minx.”

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