Summary: “You and Harry are very bad at being exes, and this wedding you’re both invited to really doesn’t help…”
Wc: 1.7k
Warnings: smut, very light choking, sub/dom dynamics (it switches!), jealousy, toxicity, cheating, tiny bit of nipple play
A/N: I found this blurb from a while ago sitting in my drafts and it was simply too freaky not to share, so I hope you enjoy! I’m working up a taglist, so if you want to be informed whenever I post a new blurb/one shot/etc, let me know!
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"This is bad."
Harry knew he was doomed the moment he said it, but saying the words was at least proof that he tried to restrain yourself. Though, from the moment he had seen you at the wedding tonight, he was already sold.
Growing up in a town where everyone knows each other had its pros and cons. Pros, the community felt like a large family. Cons, everyone knew about your dating life.
When you and Harry got together seven years ago, it was the talk of the town. For the longest time, your parents had (not so) secretly talked to each other about how nice it would be if you and Harry were to get together. The spark had been there since Harry's family moved a few houses down the street years ago. It was only in the last year of college that he finally dared to ask you on a date. The rest was history, until your relationship became history. Then it was all just tragedy.
About a year and a half ago, you guys had called it quits. You'd gotten a terrific job in another city, and the late nights and mixed schedules didn't do well for your and Harry's relationship. It was a mutual decision, and it had pained the both of you immensely. Harry never wanted to lose you, but it felt impossible to mix your lives in a way that was feasible for the both of you. Harry had offered to move with you, but you didn't want him to leave his life behind for you. You'd suggested moving back, but he wouldn't hear of it.
The relationship ended with Harry's words which you held onto dearly:
"If it's meant to be, we'll find our way back to each other."
Since then, you had in fact found your way back multiple times. There had been instances, parties or other functions, the both of you attended. More often than not, and by that you actually meant always, you'd end up in bed with each other. There was a magnetic pull that kept drawing him back to you, and vice versa. Sometimes, you were the first to cave, but most of the time it was him.
Tonight, was the first time it was perfectly mutual.
One of your high school friends, Sally, was getting married, and the both of you had been invited to the wedding. Harry had been dating someone new for the past few months. Her name was Sandra and he'd met her through a friend. She was nice, and fun, and Harry really wanted to try and make this work. Though, the second he saw you in that pink bridesmaids dress, he deeply regretted the decision.
You were furious, even though you had no leg to stand on. Still, you felt territorial over Harry. You hadn't even brought a date.
After the ceremony, Harry tried to go up to you, but you dodged his every attempt. You were annoyed with him and his date, and so you began shamelessly flirting with one of the groomsmen. It was incredibly toxic behavior, and you were aware, but it made Harry stare at you, and you couldn't rob yourself of that buzz.
When you went to the bathroom at one point, you hadn't even noticed Harry following you until you heard another pair of footsteps on the cobblestones. From that moment, both you and Harry knew there was a huge chance you'd end up with your legs spread for him, and that he definitely wouldn't be able to resist.
"This is very bad." Harry repeated as he stroked his cock over your entrance. Your heart was going a million miles an hour. You were sprawled out on the couch of a salon that had no locked door. Downstairs, there were loads of people chattering, but in this grand room, the only thing that echoed were their shaky breaths. You'd been bad before, what was one more time?
"We can stop, if you want to. I can go downstairs, find that groomsman—"
As soon as the words had left your mouth, Harry pushed himself into you. He swiftly clasped his hand to your mouth, muffling the moan that always escaped you when he got inside you. You loved that he anticipated that, you loved that he knew you.
This wasn't really a moment for slow, torturous sex. None of the events at which you hooked up were. Over the past two years, the both of you had mastered the art of the quick fuck. But something about this time was different. Harry was drawing it out.
"You're not going anywhere." He growled. His pace was slower than usual, but his thrusts were more intense. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in the pleasure, fingers moving down to your clit. Wrapping your legs around him, you tried to soak up every second of the immense pleasure he was always able to bring you. You knew each other right to the last detail. For example, you knew how much he liked his hair pulled.
"Fuck I missed you." He blurted out as your hand clasped onto the locks at the back of his head. He grabbed onto your hips to pull you closer as he screwed you into the couch. You opened your eyes, nearly drooling at the sight of his flexed muscles that peeked through his unbuttoned dress shirt.
"What did you miss about me?" You pried, needing the ego boost. Harry was too kind not to share all his thoughts with you, especially during sex. You had him wrapped around your finger.
"Everything— fuck..." Harry cursed as you squeezed around his cock. "Your body, your face, your smile, these legs, these fucking tits."
A smile erupted from you. Harry's breathy ramblings warmed your heart and your pussy, and with a stark demand that you be on top, you began riding his cock after Harry sat down on the couch. His eyes shone as you tugged down the top of your dress, revealing your breasts.
"Touch me. Show me how much you missed me." You demanded, positioning yourself so you could bounce on his cock. It was only a split second before Harry's hands were your tits, and you moaned at the sloppy kisses he left all over your chest and neck.
"Fuck Harry, you're so good. You wanted it so bad, hmm?" You egged him on. It was such a pleasure to see him this way; worshipping every inch of your body.
"Yes baby." Harry nodded, slapping your ass. "Couldn't pass on this pussy, now could I?"
"Nah-ah, it wasn't about passing up. You just couldn't resist." You corrected him, rolling your hips into him, slowly opening the rest of his buttons to reveal that beloved butterfly tattoo he got upon your request.
"Don't act like you weren't gagging for it, babydoll." Harry argued, wrapping his hand around your throat. "Spend the entire night trying to find a replacement for me."
That ticked you off.
"You have a replacement downstairs and you still came looking for me." You dug your nails into his chest and began bouncing on his cock again. Harry cursed at your change of pace. "Knew nothing is better than me, didn't you?"
"Fuck baby, yes, yes..." Harry responded drowsily as you tried to pound yourself into him the best you could.
"Go on, then. Fuck me, and tell me there's no one like me." You said, exposing the one thing you truly wanted him to tell you. Seeing him with someone else was a blow to your ego. It was already satisfactory seeing him fall apart beneath you, but you needed the verbal affirmation.
You audibly gasped when he suddenly began fucking up into you. The bliss of his cock ramming into you overtook all your senses, and you couldn't do anything but clamp onto him as he spilled out the confession you wanted to hear.
"There's no one like you baby. No one comes close to his pussy. I fuck other girls and I think of you— shit." He began to ramble. "I close my eyes and imagine it's you baby, but it's never as good. Shit... tell me you think of me too."
"I think of you all the time Harry, you're the only one who makes me—" you are stopped in the middle of your sentence as Harry starts to pinch your nipples. You cry out in pleasure. "F–fuck! I'm gonna come!"
Holding onto his shoulders to keep your balance, you start orgasming around his cock as you say Harry's name in a muffled scream.
"Fuuucckkk, I love hearing you say my name." He drawled, continuing to massage your nipples as you felt his sperm shooting into you.
There wasn't much time to come down from the high, especially since you heard people walking up the steps. With the mixture of your and his cum dripping down your thigh, you adjusted your dress and put on your heels that had fallen off your feet somewhere in the middle of this hasty, wretched act. Then, a voice sounded from the hallway.
"Have you guys seen Harry?"
It was Harry's date, Sandra. You and Harry locked eyes, both a bit panicked. The sting of what the two of you had done prompted you to look down at the floor. It was always like this. In the moment itself, there was nothing but you and Harry, but the second it was over, the walls went back up and the shoulders turned cold. Harry felt terrible towards Sandra, not only because he had ditched her and fucked his ex behind her back, but also because he didn't want to return to Sandra at all. If he had it his way, Harry would be walking out the door with you on his arm, as his girlfriend.
But he knew you wouldn't budge. He knew you too well, so much that the thought of you not wanting him could hurt him like nothing else in this world.
And Harry was right, because you immediately headed for the bathroom without another word, and he knew he shouldn't follow...
Harry with his BBC Blue Peter Gold Badge in recognition of his musical career. July 2026
You can watch Shini surprise Harry with the Gold Blue Peter Badge and read him letters from Blue Peter viewers on Friday 10 July in a special episode of Blue Peter, filmed on location at Wimbledon Tennis Tournament on CBBC at 5pm. The episode will also be available on BBC iPlayer.
Gemma Styles: Impossible to express in a short speech what it’s like to watch @Harry_Styles complete his record breaking 12 night run in such spectacular fashion… not least because my legs were like jelly and I had to keep pausing to breathe. But as mollyjane_x said before I went on - we don’t often get the chance to be brave for the people we love. Imagine doing 12 unbelievable shows and then watching your big sister experience a full existential crisis at speaking for one minute. Honoured to be asked… and truly just glad I didn’t pass out. Love you H!
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