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AU HARRY STYLES
too much wine
Camilla and Fallon's girls night takes a steamy turn as they discuss relationships and desires over wine. With Camilla's guidance, Fallon explores her attraction to women, leading to a passionate encounter witnessed by Camilla's fiancé, Harry. Their night of passion brings them closer together, blurring boundaries and igniting newfound desires.
riding lessons
Where a tense Harry gives riding lessons to some you would have never expected. When jealousy takes over, Harry reassures you of his love.
crystal
Harry, a serious journalist, is taken to Club Chrome and becomes captivated by a dancer named Clara, known on stage as Crystal. Despite feeling out of place, Harry's flirtation leads to a deep connection and an invitation to walk her home. Their chemistry intensifies, revealing a side of Harry that contrasts with his usual nature.
strip
A focused CEO Y/N clashes with an unprofessional but alluring Harry Styles, their heated partnership testing patience and stirring unexpected tension.
the man who hung the moon
A ball reunites Y/N with her best friend's brother and childhood love, Harry, sparking unresolved tension, longing, and desire.
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the man who hung the moon (viscount!harry x debutante!reader)
Summary: A ball reunites Y/N with her best friend's brother and childhood love, Harry, sparking unresolved tension, longing, and desire.
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: 18+, angst, smut, oral sex (female receiving)
A/N: hey guys, i know it's been a long while, but i wanted to come back in honor of bridgerton returning and take a stab at @jarofstyles prompt challenge. hope you all enjoy!
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“Blue is truly your color, is it not, Miss. Y/L/N?” The dressmaker smooths her hands down your dress after making all of her final changes. You suck in a breath and nod, watching yourself in the mirror.
“I suppose so.” You straighten your spine, jutting out your collar bones, and elongating your neck. “But it’s not truly my color, is it? It’s just their favorite.” You show a faux smile to yourself in the mirror as Cordelia grabs your gloves.
“Well, it’s of their favor for an obvious reason, darling.” She takes your right hand and begins slipping on the satin gloves. “Compliments you splendidly.”
You snicker, “That’s quite enough flattery, Cordelia,” She finishes sliding on your last glove, “Mama will make sure you’re paid plenty.” The modiste gains a flush to her face as she now stares at the floor.
You step down from the platform where she had you stand, placing your hands on your hips, looking at Cordelia. “I do wish that you could attend these balls with me.” You do pity the fact that the sole reason for everyone’s wonderful attire may not attend the events herself. She smiles and shakes her head.
“I believe it is not my scene. I’d stand no chance at a ball with the ton.” Cordelia holds an arm out for you to hold as she begins to escort you from the dressing room.
You scoff, “Oh, nonsense,” You gesture to your outfit then to her, “This is your doing, you should be able to accompany me to parade the fact.” She gives you a sad smile before opening the door.
“I admire you, Miss. Y/L/N, I truly do. Now run along,” Cordelia motions her hand out the door, “You’ve got a ball to attend and Lady Y/L/N shall not like it if you are late.”
You shake your head, “No, she shall not.” You give Cordelia a quick hug before a wave goodbye and skipping to your carriage that awaits you. The door is opened for you and there awaits your mother with a smile.
She reaches forward to grab your gloved hand, “Oh, Y/N, this is wonderful.” Your mother loved every bit of the courting season. From seeing her daughters in their stunning gowns to watching them enter their womanhood. It was her most favorite time of the year.
You, however, weren’t very fond of it. But you wouldn’t ruin it for your mother. So, you nodded with a smile in response, “Yes, Cordelia did quite a good job, didn’t she, mama?” Your mother nods her head in an excitement that warms your heart.
“Oh yes, dear, she just gets better every time.” The smile on your mama’s face is exactly what made all of this worth it. Because otherwise you would have no problem with the ton referring to you as some sort of spinster. And unfortunately, they might start referring to you that way because so far this season, you’ve sent away all of your suitors. Of course, it didn’t make your mama all that happy, but she learned to appreciate every bit of your surrender.
You sit back in the carriage, resting your hands in your lap as you stare out the window. Your mother clears her throat, gathering your attention again.
“Alexandra’s brother is back from his ventures.” She says. Alexandra is your best friend and the daughter of your mother’s best friend, so of course you knew that Viscount Styles had returned. You want to laugh in your mother’s face because you know exactly what has brought this upon her. But you don’t snicker, you just hum.
“Oh, is he?” You could feel your mother’s gaze all about the side of your face, trying to gouge any reaction. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t get one.
“He is.” She reached across the carriage to grab your hand. “As I heard it, he’s looking to finally settle down.” The look in your mother’s eyes was so innocent and hopeful that it made you feel guilty. You and Harry, Viscount Styles, used to have a silly connection when you were in your younger years. Him being the older brother of your best friend added a certain charm to him, you supposed. If you had not known him so well, you might really pursue him. But you knew who and how Harry was, and you couldn’t be sure that you would be the one to change that.
“Well, I suppose he should be.” You dropped your mothers hand as the carriage drew to a stop and the doors opened. You climbed out of the vehicle and waited for your mother, looping your arm through hers. “Ready?”
She nodded, “If you are.”
Stepping into the palace, there was an immediate jump in noise, a large crowd chatter amongst each other and participating in some waltzing. You and your mother had only taken one step into the room before you had a man stumbling over to you. A suitor that had made you particularly nauseous. Lord Livingston, Duke of Hampshire, was 40 years your elder and not what you were looking for… whatsoever.
Lord Livingston grabbed your hand immediately, placing a kiss upon it with his brutally dry lips. You tried not to wince as he acted, instead bowing to him, considering his royalty.
“Miss. Y/L/N, how stunning you look tonight.” You painted a smile on your face, as not to displease your mother as she stood beside you.
“Lord Livingston, it’s always a pleasure.” Except it never was. It made you think most terrible thoughts, such as had his late wife died of natural causes, or had she killed herself? You chanced a glance at your mother and she gave you a guilty smile.
“Why don’t you give Lord Livingston your first dance?” She pushed at your back, pushing you closer to him. It was at this moment you wished you didn’t love your mama as much as you did because if it weren’t for that alone, Lord Livingston would not be anywhere near you.
But still you gritted your teeth in a smile, muttering, “Sounds delightful,” following him to the dance floor. You observed him as you followed behind. The man wore a powdered toupee that was so obviously faux, and had a hunch where his nose pointed to his toes. You hoped that years from now you would look back on these days and be grateful you went through this to find the one you love. If that was possible.
A ballad began and you grabbed the duke’s hand, waltzing to the beat with him. He was unbearably slow. It seemed that every suitor so far could never match your tempo, which was truly infuriating. In fact, only one man had ever matched your tempo in your 18 years of living. The same man who taught you.
Livingston stuck his nose in your neck and sniffed, “You smell so lovely.” You felt bile rise in your throat. The duke and his hot breath on your neck was starting to make you spiral.
You swallowed whatever had risen in your throat and smiled, “Thank you.” His hand cruised up and down your waist as you danced painstakingly slow and everything about the moment was making you feel sick. You looked around the room searching for any possible way out. Should you ask him to get you a drink? Should you say you were feeling ill? It wouldn’t be a lie. However, before you had any longer to plot your escape, a hand landed on Lord Livingston’s shoulder.
“Duke,” spoke a voice above you, “Would it be okay if I stole Miss. Y/L/N for a dance of my own?” You knew that voice well.
You looked up and saw none other than Viscount Styles, towering above both you and the duke. The breath nearly left your lungs as you saw him. He looked older, more mature, but in a way that made your stomach swirl. His once short locks now met his shoulders. Everything about his new look sent a wave of unwanted chills through your body.
Lord Livingston grinned, “Ah, Viscount Styles. Back from France I see.” He passed your hand to Harry’s. When your hands connected, a spark twinkled. “She’s all yours.”
Harry bowed his head to the duke before he turned back to you. You were both thankful and anxious at his presence. He could sense this, you suppose, because rather quickly, one of his silly smirks graced his face.
“Y/N,” He whispered as he put you both in the proper position to start a waltz.
“Harry,” You avoided his eye contact and straightened your spine. The orchestra begins and just as you remembered, you and the pesky Viscount fall into a familiar rhythm. You hear him chuckle just slightly over the music. “What’s so funny, Styles?”
He smirks and shakes his head, “Just feels like we’re kids again, doesn’t it?” He spins you and pulls you against his chest. “Remember the first time I taught you and Lexi to dance. She stumbled over her feet, still does. But you, you picked it up right away.”
You felt a flush rise to your cheeks. However, you decided to disregard his statement. “How was France?”
“Relaxing.” He spoke as you both moved in sync. “Had no obligations or pressure,” He paused for a second before speaking again, “I think you would have liked it.” You would have loved it. But how would he have known that? But instead of asking him this, you just chuckle.
“Get away from all of this? Who wouldn’t?” You meant for the question to be lighthearted, but the way that he looked into your eyes after you spoke made your stomach jump. His fingers lightly tickled your lower back.
“I think most everyone here would like to stay right where they are. We’ve always been different.” This was very true. While Alexandra was your very best friend and you went to her for everything, you and Harry always had more similar interests. You both would spend your days in either your backyard or theirs, navigating your way through the croquet hoops in the lawn while Lexi played piano inside. Sometimes you both would get distracted with the bugs in the gardening, trying to collect as many as you could. You would try to bring them inside to show your parents and your mothers would just laugh and shoo you away.
It never bothered you that you and your best friend had differing interests, you were just glad that you did have someone to engage in your favorite activities with. Besides, on the days you would stay in and paint, which you loved to do, it would have a wonderful backtrack of Lexi’s newly learned ballad.
You let a smile slip. “Yes, we have. Grub and worm collectors.” He chuckled and pulled you closer to him as you danced. You two were finally looking each other in the eye and the warmth in your body felt just as it used to when you were young and giddy.
Harry removes you from your little daze as he asks, “Do you still paint?” And while you know the answer to the question, the fact that he remembered at all mixed with just the smell of him made you feel woozy.
You swallowed the saliva in your mouth, nodding. “Yeah, all the time.” You were careful not to misstep as the music began to gain speed and felt yourself begin to perspire.
He leans in beside your ear, so as not to speak over the music, “While I was in the countryside, these lovely folk let me stay in their home. The view from my bedroom,” He paused and you could feel the smile on his face, “Y/N, you would have been in heaven. It’s all I could think of every morning when I looked out. How you would have painted the scene so well.” The thought made your face heat and butterflies flutter against your rib cage.
You pulled back so you could get a proper look at his face. “You thought of me?” You say just over a whisper.
He smiled and lifted his shoulder in a shrug, saying “Hard not to,” as if it was the most simple thing in the world.
But then you began to think about the fact that he never wrote and it made you wonder if he really did miss you, or if this was just some charming facade. You could feel your face curl in confusion and Harry laughed. “What?”
You shook your head, “Just haven’t seen or heard from you in quite some time. Hard to believe you thought about me out in the countryside of France.” Your voice had somewhat of a sour tone to it, and you couldn’t understand why.
The music slowed and the ballad came to a stop. You took a step away and bowed, “Thank you for the dance.” You quickly turned to move toward wherever you could get something to quench your thirst, but your wrist was caught and you were turned back.
“Well,” Harry said as he pulled you back to him. “Did you think about me?”
You felt your chest rise and fall in deep breaths. Nothing within your soul felt like you could lie to the Viscount. So you whispered to him the truth. “Everyday.”
This time he didn’t smirk or grin, he just nodded and brushed a hair off your shoulder, face still as stone. “Very well.” Then he dropped your wrist and left you alone on the dance floor, probably off to a new conquest that would take the bait and end up in his bed by dark.
You stood there, squeezing your hands in fists then letting them go. But in the midst of your sadness and fury, there was a tap to your shoulder. You spun to see none other than your best friend. You painted a smile on your face.
“Hi,” She offered you a flute of something, and you took it from her, sipping it down in a second. She laughed, “Quite thirsty?”
You sighed and nodded, “Parched.” Once you had come to your senses, it occurred to you that you had rudely not greeted Lexi yet. You wrapped your arms around your best friend. “I missed you dearly.”
This, again, made her laugh. “It’s been only a day, Y/N.”
You sighed, “And oh, a day it’s been.” Grabbing her free hand, you asked, “And how pesky has it been having your brother back in the house?”
Alexandra shrugged, setting her glass down on the nearest table. “Honestly? Not bad at all. It’s as if he picked up some manners on his travels. Goes to bed early, really only drinks tea before bed, and you know how he normally reaches for-”
“Whiskey.” You finished, nodding. As much as you had wanted to think that Harry had not changed one bit, it seemed that most signs were pointing to quite the opposite. Most of them, anyway.
However, when you looked over Lexi’s shoulder, there was the viscount, smirking at the words of another lady. You would marry Harry in a second if you knew he’d truly changed. But deep down, you knew he could never shake the person that he was. The countryside of France wasn’t that powerful.
“Y/N” You snapped out of it, bringing your attention back to Alexandra. “You alright?”
You painted a smile on your face and nodded. “Yes, my apologies, it’s just so warm in here I can hardly think. I’m going to grab some fresh air, perhaps out in the garden.”
Lexi’s face seemed to be one of confusion as you turned and tried your best to find your way out of the ballroom. You slipped out of a side door in the lobby, leading yourself out to a balcony of sorts. You find yourself curling over the railing, letting out a deep sigh as you rest your head in your hands.
Why was it that you let the boy, now man, burrow so deeply under your skin? You wished you could understand it, find a way to stop it. When you were a little girl, you looked at Harry like he hung the moon, at least that’s what your mama said. And as much as you wanted that to change as you grew older, the longing only grew stronger. Now, you looked at him like he was friends with the stars and connected to the planets, like he controlled the solar system. That was the problem. Because to him you were just a person on earth, so far below the night sky.
You straightened your body and looked out at the vast field. It would make for a spectacular game of croquet, you thought. You don’t hear it, too deep in thought while staring into the abyss, but the door opens and closes. Before you can stop it, a body leans over the railing beside you. You knew who it was, you could feel it.
“How can I assist you, Viscount?” You voice, sight still set straight towards the forest.
His hand slides across the rail to yours, brushing against it. When he speaks, it’s soft, but sure. “You can marry me.”
Your spine freezes and you take a small breath, finally turning to look at him. The viscount, of course, is already looking at you, nostrils flared and his eyes giving you a look that made your stomach feel as if it caged butterflies. You stared at him for a long moment, wondering if the words had truly escaped his mouth. Waiting long enough with the thought that maybe he would take them back, say he did not mean them. Surely he didn’t mean them. But the longer you waited, the longer he stayed still and persistent.
You let out a breathy laugh, looking away from him, because if you looked into his eyes any longer you would say yes. “That is ridiculous.”
Harry slides closer to you, “Is it?”
You shake your head and pull away from the railing, “Yes, Harry, it is completely foolish and I will not marry you.” You have to laugh again. “You don’t want me and you never will.” You turn, making a start towards the door, “Now, if you’ll excuse me-”
His hand grasps your forearm, pulling you back to him. You gasp, his eyes wilder than before, having a way about them that made you feel completely exposed. Almost as if he was about to yell at you like a father, or punish you like you were a child. Puffs of air began to leave his lips and his brows became furrowed as he leaned close to you.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” Harry spoke quietly, hand dropping your wrist and eyes wandering down to your lips. “You have no clue how mad you make me, how badly I yearn to touch you. To hear the sounds you’d make for me. I’ve been keeping it to myself for your benefit, but holding my tongue I can no longer. Not when I long to taste you on it.” The step forward was tentative but not shy, hand reaching out to your throat as knuckles dragged over the skin, feeling the pulse fluttering like the butterflies that were once caged in your stomach. “Just let me have you. Even if it’s just once.”
Your jaw began to clench, because how fitting was this? But how good did it feel to be wanted? To be so rawly craved and desired.
His hand snaked up to cup your jaw. When you looked at him you realized this was all you had ever wanted, but everything that you could never have. Your eyes closed and your head shook slowly in his hold.
“No, no, no, no,” You whispered repeatedly. You should’ve pulled away from his touch, but you could only feel yourself drifting closer to him until eventually you’re whispering “no” and planting your lips on his anyway.
You wrapped your arms around the viscount’s neck and his dropped to the lower sliver of your back, pulling you impossibly closer. You had never kissed another before but you imagined that they didn’t all feel like this. All the stars that Harry had hung in the sky had now been placed between the two of you.
Harry moved you both until your back touched the cold brick of the house. A noise rose from your throat as you kissed him as best you could. You wanted to kiss him so well he would never think of any of the women before you. That you would be his soul want and need.
He pulled away from your lips, swiftly moving to make a path of pecks down your neck and to the neckline of your dress. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you watched him, your eyes blown wide as he looked up at you.
“You’ll marry me, won’t you?” He whispers as he lowers down to his knees. His hands slide up your bare legs, the bottom of your dress climbing higher with his hands. His lips begin peppering kisses on your thighs. “You love me, don’t you?”
You didn’t answer, instead tried to swallow the sounds that attempted to leave your mouth as he drug your drawers down your legs. He stuck them inside his jacket and his head disappeared beneath your shift.
“Oh-” Your hand left his hair to cover your mouth as you felt his tongue prod at your wetness. The sensation felt so strange, but so good. You had to imagine he knew what he was capable of, he knew how good he was. Harry licked a strip up your arousal before dipping it inside of you as nose nudged at your clit. You knew that the hand over your mouth did nothing to conceal the noises that were flowing from your mouth, but you didn’t have enough care inside of you.
Harry’s mouth detached from you as he pulled his head out from under your dress and pushed a finger inside of you. You threw your head against the wall, not even being able to process that pain that it caused.
“That’s it,” He whispered as he stared at you, almost entranced, “My wife.” You didn’t need to speak the words, he knew you. You’d be his bride without question.
“Harry,” You whined, your hips bucking against his hand. You had never felt pleasure like this and it began to crawl all over your body and infect your veins.
“Just feel it, darling.” He encouraged with the addition of another finger, his other hand traveling under to rub at your nerves.
Your eyes squeezed shut as you shook your head, feeling the pressure build. “I- I don’t-”
And before you could even understand what was happening, sparks traveled throughout your body and your legs became weak and shaky. Constant mutters of his name flowed out of your mouth as he held you up and worked you through the high. When you began to shiver at the feeling, Harry pulled away and straightened your dress, then taking his fingers and sliding them against his tongue.
The viscount stood and his hand returned to its previous spot on your jaw and as you looked at the man who hung the moon you couldn’t help but let the words fall from your lips.
Summary: A focused CEO Y/N clashes with an unprofessional but alluring Harry Styles, their heated partnership testing patience and stirring unexpected tension.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: nothing much, angsty
A/N: hey guys.... it's been a while. the writing bug bit me tonight, so you guys have the start to a new series that i will hopefully finish. i know that there's no smut, but hoping you guys will still love it. more to come in up coming parts!
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You stomp quickly through the halls of the office, your folder tucked in the crease of your arm against your body. At the sound of your heels clicking, everyone stiffens in their seats and people in passing move to the side of the hallway, out of your way. On a regular basis, your employees weren’t threatened by you like this. But when the click of your heels went up an octave, they all knew to stay out of your lane.
When you stepped into your assistant Heather’s office, she must not have picked up on the cues considering she began by greeting you with a, “Good morning, Y/N! All good this morning?”
You ignore her greeting and cut straight to the chase, “Do you have any idea where he is?” Heather’s face drops and surely her stomach too. You look down at your watch and up at her again, “It’s quarter ‘til 10. He was meant to be here 45 minutes ago.”
Your assistant immediately reaches for her telephone, pressing it against her ear as she types in the sequence of numbers. Heather sits there for a second as the phone rings, biting her lip until you hear a faint click and someone speaks. “Hi Abby, yes, this is Heather Rossi, Y/N Y/L/N’s assistant, and I was just calling to check in about Y/N and Mr. Styles’ meeting this morning. It was meant to start approximately 45 minutes ago, but we still have no signs of Mr. Styles.” You lean against the door frame, possibly looking like a cartoon character with steam spewing from your ears.
Heather nods as she listens to the person on the opposite end. “A miscommunication, I understand.” You roll your eyes and scoff. Heather gives you an apologetic look. “Will you excuse me for a moment while I talk to Miss. Y/L/N?” She puts the call on hold before looking up to you. “Are we rescheduling or will you still take him?”
You sigh and shake your head, “We have to take him today. We’re under a strict schedule, there’s no time for rescheduling.” Heather nods and picks up the call again.
“Yeah, so we’re going to need for Mr. Styles to come in today. Scheduling is tight and there is really no time for rescheduling.” She pauses for a second as she hears Abby’s response. “Asap would be great. Perfect, thank you.” When Heather hangs up the phone, she gives you a roll of the eye. “20 minutes.” She sighs.
You groan and decide that you might as well take a seat in her office. “This guy is actually creeping onto my last nerve.”
Normal people would just tell you to get rid of him, and it has crossed your mind plenty of times, but it just wouldn’t be good for your company. Aurelia, your clothing brand, thrived when he was wearing your clothes, unfortunately. His first advertisement boosted your sales by almost 50%. It felt almost insulting, but you couldn’t really deny that it was rewarding. And of course his assistant came running back to you. Whatever was good for your company, was even better for him.
However, while this partnership was very important to his team, modeling was not his top priority. In fact, it was probably last on his personal list. On a normal day, he was a music artist. He’d show up to proposals in wrinkled button ups and sunglasses to shadow his hangovers. Overall, he showed no respect for you or your brand for that matter. So, it seemed to you that he was treating this partnership as extra spending money. It infuriated you.
Heather nods, “Mine as well. I mean, he could at least try and take the whole thing more seriously.”
“Tell me about it,” You lay your folder down on her desk and sit back in the guest chair in front of it. “Abby’s always like, ‘He really appreciates this opportunity,’ with that sweet smile. And while I appreciate excitement, I don’t appreciate lies.” Heather snorts out a laugh before picking up the coffee mug in front of her, handing it to you.
“I think you might need this more than I do.” You accept it and take a large sip, feeling the warmth travel down your body. “I’ll make sure I stock up on some tequila next time.” That cracks a good laugh out of you.
While most CEO’s look down upon their assistants, You praise yours. Heather is an angel sent from above, and most of the time, her work is harder than yours is. She keeps everything on track, aside from Styles' shenanigans which you can’t blame her for, and does it like it’s nothing. She’s the real lady boss.
“Okay, well let me get down there and prepare for their arrival,” You scoop up your folder and take the mug of coffee with you. “And would you consider coming down to teach Abby how reminders work in online calendars? She’s driving me up the wall.”
She laughs, “I’ll be there.” You exit the office with somewhat less of a temper, giving everyone a good morning as you pass, despite you not having one. When you make your way down to the lobby, You watch as a petite woman with icy blonde hair and lash extensions enters through the doors. Abby. And the man you were supposed to see over an hour ago following close behind.
Harry Styles.
“Good Morning! I’m so sorry for our tardiness.” Abby clatters near you, grabbing your shoulder as she apologizes. You remove her hand, painting on a smile.
“That’s alright, Heather’s gonna set up a joint online calendar with you today, so there are no more misunderstandings.” On your part, you want to say. You peak around her to see Harry with his head buried in his phone. You clear your throat and his head lifts. “Harry.” You say, your neck is stiff and your nose is tilted.
“Y/N.” He’s dressed in ripped jeans and a loose t-shirt that contains a few holes, as well as glasses that you’ve seen him in one or two times. He slides his phone into his back pocket. “What are ya dressing me up in today?”
“Ah, there’s that excitement of your’s I would have loved to have over an hour ago.” You state as you start walking in the direction of your dressing room. You can feel his eye’s roll from behind you, but you continue on with a firm click of your heels.
When you reach the room, Heather happens to already be there, looking up from her phone as you approach. “Good morning, everyone.” She walks straight toward Harry and Abby. “Nice to see you again, Harry. Abby, would you like to join me up in my office? I think we should go over some of the future meetings and shoots we have so there are no confusions.” Abby nods and you have to try hard to hold back a laugh. You would say poor Abby, but sympathy left you a long time ago.
After their departure, you turn to Harry, who is on his phone yet again, “Harry.” You call his name, but this time you don’t worry about layering on any nice tones. If you aren’t stern with Harry, your words fly right over him. He looks up and raises his brows. “Okay so listen. This project that we're working on is moving fast and on schedule. Which means I need you here when you’re supposed to be and doing what you’re supposed to be. An album with no release date can wait, a line with a hard launch date cannot.”
You raise your brows, looking for a reply. Harry huffs out a laugh and, “Yes, ma’am.” At least he’s paying attention.
“Great.” You turn and grab some of the pieces you created, specifically with him in mind.
While he never seems too interested in his part of Aurelia, Harry is known in the media for his style. He’s been seen on the cover of multiple fashion magazines, which is where you first caught sight of him. So while his interests in Aurelia were low, he didn’t mind fashion.
“While I get these ready for you, remind me of the name of this collection, the one that you are the “partner” for.” Yeah, you just air quoted him.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the dressing room. “HA HA HA.”
“Exactly, which is a very you name, and not a very Aurelia name. But if you really sell it, everyone will love it.” You pull a ringer tee off of the rack that displays a moody teddy bear, quite similar to Harry right now, with a line of his lyrics. You look over to Harry who’s still fully clothed, raising your brows. When he raises his back, you groan, “Strip.”
He smirks and pulls his shirt over his head, “Geez, take me to dinner first.” When his abdomen flashes in front of your eyes, you scold yourself mentally for spending a little extra time perusing the creases of his body with your eyeballs. You quickly shake the thoughts from your head and hand him the shirt, not missing the sly grin on his face, signaling that he most definitely caught you gawking.
Harry slips on the shirt and walks over to stand in front of the full body mirror, brushing his hands down the shirt. You walk over behind him, just barely being able to look over his shoulder in your heels to see his reflection in the mirror. You pull at one of the sleeves to even out the shirt on his shoulders, your stomach twisting slightly, making you pull away rather quickly. When you look back into the mirror, Harry’s no longer looking at himself, but he’s looking you in the eyes.
“Look good?” He asks, the tone of his voice being deep, adding a rasp to it that gives you goosebumps. Judging by the way he asks, he knows it looks good, he just wants to hear you say it. You nod, but he pushes further with a, “Hmm?”
You bristle and straighten your shoulders, pulling yourself from the daze you fell into. “Yes, it looks exactly as I imagined.” Strutting over to the rack, you pluck out a pale yellow pair of slacks to pair with the shirt. When you look back over to Harry, he’s just staring back at you, so you raise a brow.
“Strip?” He asks, and you nod, rolling your eyes.
“You act like you’re new here, Styles.” He reaches for the button of his jeans, shrugging,
“Just in a daze today.” That makes two of us, you thought. As he discarded his jeans you couldn’t help but be drawn to watch below his torso. This man annoyed you on the regular, but something about him today spiked your blood. You had to be ovulating, it was the only explanation. Something about the way that those ferns pointed right to a place you’d never thought about before today, had your lady bits in a frenzy. But that was quickly shut down as he tugged on the pair of pants you had given him, covering the tattoos you were fantasizing about following like they were a huge neon sign that read ‘suck my cock!’ What the hell was wrong with you?
You cleared your throat and began helping him tuck the shirt into the trousers. You can feel as he sucks in a breath and his abdomen caves in, making your stomach turn. When you’re finished, you lean back and take him in, tilting your head to the side.
“Something’s missing.” Don’t get it twisted, he still looked near delectable, which was infuriating, but it needed something more. You watch as he looks past you to the rack.
“That.” You follow his eyes to the plaid green overcoat that hangs at the end of the clothing rack. As soon as you saw it, you gasped.
“Exactly,” You rush toward the piece, pulling it off of the hanger and walking it over to him. He pulled it over his arms and joy burst throughout your chest. You clapped a little to yourself out of pure satisfaction.
Harry smirks at your excitement, stating, “I know what I’m doing, sometimes.”
Blinded by happiness, you rush forward and run your hands down his coat covered arms smiling. “This is sooo good.” Key moments like this were the reason that you loved this job. When an outfit just made sense, it meant everything to you. But then you realize that you’re feeling up your brand partner, and pull away immediately. Harry huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. Cocky bastard.
Turning a shade of pink, you pull out your phone from the inside of your blazer, pulling up your camera to capture the outfit. Harry sticks his hands in the pockets of the slacks and stares at you with this sexy straight face smolder. God damn ovulation. You snap the photo and quickly put your phone away.
“Okay, on to the next.”
—
You needed to get him out of your office as soon as possible. Something in the air had turned you into a cat in heat, feeling like you were going to hump his leg any second now. It was such a strange sensation. One minute you wanted to punch his face, the next you wanted to sit on it. What a predicament.
Harry snapped in front of your face. “Hello?”
Your shoulders tightened up and you blinked a few times. “Huh?” Sorry, I was too busy focusing on the fact you were standing in front of me in just a pair of briefs that hug your package quite nicely.
“Is that all for today?” He smirked as he looked you in the eye, his gaze then traveling up and down your body. You planted your hands on your hips and tried to give him an unimpressed look, though you were definitely impressed by the size of that- Oh my god, what is happening?
You nodded and gestured your hands to his original outfit. “Yeah, put some clothes on please.”
“I don’t know,” He said slyly, stalking closer to you, like a predator to its prey, “I’m starting to think you like them better off me.” I definitely am- No! You gave him a stern look and squinted your eyes.
“Styles, that is highly inappropriate. Please put your clothes on.” Crossing your arms, you made your way to the door of the room. “Get here on time next time.” You reach for the door handle to exit the room but as you do, his fingers grasp your wrist tightly and spin you around, pulling you close to him.
He shakes his head, with a panty dropping expression. “I don’t think I will.” He whispers. You grit your teeth and huff through your nose. This brings another one of those god damned smirks to his face. “Not if you're gonna continue to be a brat like this.” His hand reaches up to thread through your hair before pulling it tight to cock your head up to look at him. “You gonna keep being a brat?”
Your nostril flared and your panties became drenched. It has to be ovulation time. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He chuckled degradingly, “Oh, please. Like you aren’t crossing your fucking legs right now.” Harry leans in beside your ear. “Need some relief, don’t you?” His teeth nipped and your ear and you felt a shiver run down your spine. But then a knock came to the door and you ripped away from him, also probably ripping out a few strands of hair at the same time. A moment later, Abby burst through the door.
She smiled, “Oh good, you’re done. You have a studio session in an hour, so we better get going.” Oh, so she could keep track of the studio sessions, but not this? Makes you feel wonderful.
You straightened your posture and nodded to Harry. “See you in a few days.”
A fucking smirk and you squeezed your thighs together. “Can’t wait.”
This is my fourth month doing this, and honestly it's so much fun. I love going back at the end of the month and remembering all the amazing work I've read. I love getting to hopefully help promote writers. I love seeing for myself how much I'm reading and from who. I hope you all keep enjoying this as well.
The list:
In order I reblogged, not order written
Multiple writing from the same author are listed together
(but I tried to read from as many different authors as I could this month)
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Writers: Please put word counts, thanks!
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@jawllines
where have u beeeeeen i havent seen u on my dash in so long !!
i know and im so sorry! im currently at my second niall concert of the week so life’s been busy! i swear that i will get something to you in the next few days! ive got hockeyrry for yall!
In love with crystal!! I’m excited to see where you’ll take this story!! Are you thinking short story? Or a full fledged fic?
im so glad you loved it! i was thinking of making it a short little series, something i’d come back to every now and again if everyone likes it enough!
Summary: Harry, a serious journalist, is taken to Club Chrome and becomes captivated by a dancer named Clara, known on stage as Crystal. Despite feeling out of place, Harry's flirtation leads to a deep connection and an invitation to walk her home. Their chemistry intensifies, revealing a side of Harry that contrasts with his usual nature.
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving)
A/N: i know this isn't harry x reader but it was something that i really loved writing and i hope that you guys enjoy reading it. it isn't something that i've ever read before so i hope that you love it. let me know if you enjoy this because i'm thinking about making it a series.
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April 10, 1962
I step into Club Chrome and immediately I feel a heat rush over me. People crowd everywhere around and Will nudges at my back to push me further in.
“C’mon, man,” He takes a grab at my shoulder and directs me toward the bar, “I needed a drink yesterday.” Will wears his shirt barely buttoned and his corduroy flares tight to his thighs. His hair looks like he hasn’t styled it in a week. I look down at my brown suit and tie with my quaffed hair. I’m completely in the wrong environment. I follow William to the bar, not aching for a drink in the slightest.
“Let me get two Old Fashioneds.” He slaps his money on the bar top and turns to watch the stage, or hanging platform rather.
The lights blare on the high stage, twinkling against the dancers. Do You Love Me by The Contours is the soundtrack to the three dancers' moves. Two of the girls stay in cages as they dance to the beat, while one of the girls remains free swaying her hips devilishly. She wears a silver bodysuit with glittery fringe dangling against the very tops of her thighs. She’s electric as she grabs one of the bars of the other girl's cages, slowly dropping her body down it.
William slaps my side. “What a fox, am I right?” He points to where she shimmies in her knee high gogo boots. Will hands me a drink, “You’re welcome, stud.”
My brows pull together in confusion. “And what exactly would I be thanking you for?”
“Getting your ass out here tonight.”
5 HOURS AGO
Sighing, I stretch against the office chair and drop my pen on my desk. I grab my mug and take a sip of my coffee, trying to find any motivation in the world.
At 7:30, I hear my apartment door slam shut, shortly followed by the yell of my best friend.
“Har?!”
“In the office, like every other time, Will!” His footsteps track toward the room until he’s standing at my doorway. He sees my notebook on my desk and that I’m still in my work clothes, his expression automatically dropping.
“Does work turn you on or something?” He shakes his head. “‘Cause I just don’t get your constant need to fuck your social life over.”
I turn my back to him, “Some people like to pay their rent, unlike you William.”
“Oh, my rent’s paid, Harold,” Not my name, “The ladies pay real nice.” He winks at me.
“Even better, “ I smile with sarcasm, “You’re a whore and a jobless loser.” Sadly, this doesn’t even discourage him, instead he just smirks.
“Being a man of the night, while uncommon, is still a job, Harry.” Yeah, my best friend’s a prostitute. Where have I gone wrong? “Besides the point, you need to get out of that chair and go somewhere that exercises your sex life.”
“I’m not practicing your lewd ways, Will.” I drink the rest of my coffee. “And even if I did want to leave the house, I’m not going because I need sex.” Sex wouldn’t hurt.
Will scoffs, “Well, then get your ass up for a drink, you look tense.” I grind my teeth. It’s not respectable to punch your best friend, it’s not respectable to punch your best friend.
“If I go, will you shut up?” A smirk paints his face again. Impossible. He nods quickly. I point past the doorway. “Fine, but get out.”
“Perfect, I’ll be here at midnight.” He slaps his own ass before leaving.
“Jesus Christ.”
NOW
“Whatever,” I scoff. I take a sip of the drink and feel the burn down my throat. I don’t fancy drinking, but I suppose some whiskey won’t hurt. Drifting closer to the stage, I leave Will behind. If I’m here against my will, I’m at least gonna try and enjoy it.
The lady on the stage’s eyes scan the crowd while everyone continues to dance and pay no mind to the beauty of the women on the platform. But when she finally meets my eyes, there’s a spark and my stomach drops. A wicked smile graces her face and she tiptoes herself to the edge of the platform.
She shouts down from her spot, “And who might you be?!” The corner of my mouth ticks up.
“Harry!” I yell up to her. She stops her dancing, which saddens me a bit, but she begins talking to me instead.
“You new around these parts, Harry?! Don’t think I’ve seen ya before!” I can’t stop focusing on the way the light bounces off her incredible body suit. She sits herself on the edge of the platform, coming closer so that we don’t have to shout.
“No,” I admit, “This just isn’t my scene.”
She laughs. “Baby, this is anyone’s scene once you’ve had a few drinks.” She extends her hand out to me. “Clara, but everyone here knows me as Crystal.”
I take her hand in mine and shake it. “Like Clara Bow.” Her smile twinkles.
“Exactly.”
I point to her fellow dancers beside her. “How come they don’t put you in a cage?” This sinister smirk spreads across her face at my question.
“Nobody puts Crystal in a cage.” Just the way she says it sparks something within me, making me want to reach forward and pull her off that stage and take her home. Clara runs her hands across the bedazzled fringe that covers her thighs. “How could I shimmer behind bars?”
“That’s a good question.” I reach and grab the heel of her white boot. “I guess we’ll never know.”
She smiles. “I like you, Harry.” Clara pokes my dimple that makes a rare appearance. “You’re different from these other fellas.”
“Oh yeah?” I hand my drink to her and let her take a sip of it. She hums and nods. “And how’s that?”
“Well, for starters, most of them are the fuzz and they’re all trying to cheat on their wives.” Then her eyebrows raise. “Please say you aren’t married,” Clara grabs my hand, “don’t be all show and no go, Harry.”
I raise my left hand and wiggle my bare ring finger. “Nothing to worry about.” She lets out a sigh of relief.
“Phew,” Clara pretends to wipe sweat from her brow, “I didn’t want to have to shoot you down.” I chuckle and she sets my drink down beside her on the stage. “What do ya say we cut outta here?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be dancing?” She places her hands on my shoulders, beginning to slide off of the high stage. I grab her waist and bring her safely to the ground.
“They won’t mind.” She grabs my hand and starts pulling me further into the club. At some point, I lock eyes with Will and he sees Clara, offering me a wink. When I look back at her, Clara’s blinding me with a smile as she pulls me. “Hurry! Hurry!”
“Why in such a hurry?!” My shoulders keep knocking against others as we finally approach this door in the back of the club.
“Time is of the essence, Harry!” She pushes the door open and the cold air outside slaps us. Clara finally quits her pulling and lets the door shut behind us, leaving us outside. She reaches her hands up to grab my face, pointing it down toward her. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet, Harry?”
My breath catches in my throat. I rest my hands on her hips and press my forehead to hers. “Wasn’t sure you wanted me to.”
“Of course I want you to.” She presses her lips to mine and my tense body automatically relaxes. I pull her in closer by her waist and she wraps her arms around my neck. Her lips taste like cherries, making me groan.
“Taste so good.” I growl as her tongue skates across my lips, getting access to my mouth. She moans against my lips and I feel the sound in my cock. I try to gently back her up against the brick wall of the building, lifting her leg to wrap around my waist as I grind my hips forward. Clara gasps at the feeling, pulling away from the kiss. She has that sweet as sin smile on her face again.
“We shouldn’t do this out here.” She pushes at my chest before sneaking around me and walking forward along the sidewalk. “Now be a gentleman and walk me home, Harry.” Clara looks back over her shoulder. “Maybe you’ll get lucky.”
I jog up to her and wrap my arm around her shoulder as we continue to walk in the cold night. In return, she wraps her arm around my waist.
“So what does a man like you do for work, Harry?” I notice how she likes to say my name at the end of every sentence. It makes me smile.
“I’m a journalist.” When she looks up at me, Clara gives me an amused look. “I know, go ahead. Call me a square. Will does all the time.”
She shakes her head. “No, you aren’t a square. It just makes perfect sense.” She leans to press a quick kiss on my shoulder. “Who’s Will?”
“The bane of my existence.” Her brows scrunch in confusion. I offer her a smirk. “Kidding. Unfortunately, William’s my best friend.”
Clara giggles beside me. “And what does Will do that’s so much more exciting than journalism?”
I clear my throat, not expecting her to ask that question. “He’s, um, a… man of the night per say.” My cheeks burn as if I’m talking of myself. Her brows rise a touch before she bursts out in laughter at the color of my cheeks I assume.
“Why so flustered, Harry?” I watch as she shivers just a touch. I peel my suit jacket off of my shoulders and drape it over hers before holding her again as we walk.
“Not sure.” I look down and her beauty strikes me in the gut. “You just make me so nervous.”
When she tips her head up to catch my eyes again, something in her gaze digs so deep into my soul. “Well, you make me feel brand new.”
“Brand new?” Clara nods. “In what way?” She stops walking and turns to face me.
“No part of you seems to be bothered by my work.” Her dancing.
“That’s because I’m not.” I grab her cheek and bring my nose to hers. “Your dancing amazes me.” Her eyes sparkle.
“That.” She emphasizes. “You’ve just made me brand new.” Clara pecks me quickly before looking past my shoulder. “This is mine.”
I turn around and try my hardest to not let my jaw drop at the house before me. No, the mansion in front of me.
“Yeah, trust me, I get it.” I look back at her and she nods at my expression.
“This place is…”
“I know.” She looks down at her feet. “I live alone.” She pulls my arm to follow her up her driveway. Clara sighs. “Daddy doesn’t really approve of my work, so he pays for me to live somewhere separate.”
“You live alone?” I could never live in a place like this all on my own. Too much of everything and not enough people. She nods softly.
“Yeah, it has its ups and downs.” When we reach the front door she turns back to me and presses her lips to mine quickly in a soft manner before turning back to lead me inside. I feel a flush on my face at her gesture.
“What are the ups?” I ask, not seeing how it could possibly be enjoyable to live in a house this big all on my own.
A wicked smirk spread on her face. “I get to be as loud as I like and no one can hear.” She wiggles her brows in a suggestive gesture.
My cheeks heat as we enter the house and I have to stop myself from gasping. Above us is a large, glittering chandelier and around us is a space larger than my entire apartment.
But when I look back down to Clara, she’s looking up at me with the same expression.
“What?” I ask. She shakes her head with a smirk.
Taking a firm grip of my shirt, she pulls me into her. “Nothing. Now kiss me you hunk.”
And of course I can’t say no. I grab her chin harshly and pull her lips to smash into mine. Clara moans against my lips as I migrate my hands to her hips and then her ass, squeezing.
She sheds my suit jacket from her shoulders before running her hands all over my body, all while kissing me. Clara began pulling me toward the couch, pushing me onto it. Before I know it, she's climbing onto my lap and connecting our lips again.
Clara takes complete control over me, and I can’t say that I hate any of it. In fact, I think that it’s making my cock throb even more.
Her fingers work at the buttons of my shirt as she presses continuous searing kisses on my lips. As soon as she’s got it unbuttoned, she’s throwing it behind her. However, she pulls from the kiss, groaning, when she realizes I’ve got on an undershirt.
“Are you trying to kill me, Harry?” She giggles into my shoulder.
“Never,” I say, sitting back a bit to peel the tank top over my head, tossing it beside me. “Better?”
Clara bites her lip with a smile, nodding, “Much.” She runs her fingers over my abdomen, a darkness tinting her eyes. They run all the way up my chest until her fingers grab at my chin, tilting my head to look at her.
Her eyes are this intense shade of blue that I’m sure only exists in the deep depths of the ocean. They punch me in the gut, rendering me speechless.
Clara smirks at the look on my face, I’m sure. She then takes my hands and leads them to her back where there’s a zipper waiting for me.
“Be a doll and unzip me, would you?” I nod like a helpless puppy, running my fingers over her skin before reaching for the zipper and slowly trailing it down her spine.Once it’s down far enough, I slide my fingers to the straps, slipping them down her shoulders. Clara helps me out, tugging down the front of the bodysuit, rendering me speechless as her breasts come into view.
Her tits sit up nice in front of me, her nipples flushed and hard as I reach for them. “So pretty, baby,” I whisper as I pinch her nipple between my calloused thumb and pointer finger.
A sweet moan leaves her lips, making me yearn for more noises. I lean forward and bring my tongue to her chest, licking my way all around her one tit, still using my fingers to stimulate the other. My lips wrap around her nipple, sucking in hopes of hearing more of her pretty noises.
“Harry,” A gasp leaves her throat as she tangles her fingers in my hair.
“What is it, baby?” I tease before switching my mouth to her other nipple. Her hips have a mind of their own as they begin grinding against mine, causing me to groan against her. Clara uses her hands that are in my hair to pull me from her chest.
Taking them out of my curls, she uses her hands to push herself off of the couch, before pulling her bodysuit the rest of the way down her body and stepping out of it. My cock twitches as I get sight of her fully naked body, the only thing left on her body is her gogo boots.
I reach forward and grasp the back of her upper thigh, pulling her directly in front of the couch. She looks down with a genuine smile, her hands resting on the sides of my face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper.
She snickers, “Quite the language you’ve got there.”
I shrug, “Can’t contain myself around someone as stunning as yourself.”
It was sweet, if you wanted to know the truth. The way we sat here in this comfortable silence after meeting only an hour prior. Sweet and sultry.
Clara takes my hand and pulls me from the couch, before turning her back to me and leading me through her house. It gives me the perfect opportunity to lower my eyes to her perfectly rounded ass. The way she sways her hips as she walks leads me to believe she knows exactly what she’s doing. I can barely pay attention to where I’m going with that thing in my face.
“Right here,” Clara drags me out of my daze as we enter what I assume is her bedroom. It’s a spacious room with not much in it beside a large bed pressed against the wall, an armoire, and a side table. “It’s not much I know, but I don’t need much.”
I look at her with a smile, placing my hands on her hips, and pressing my forehead to hers. “You know, it’s funny that you say that, because neither do I. Just need you in this moment.” And because I’m too impatient, I lock my lips with hers and begin pushing us in the general vicinity of the bed. Eventually we make it there and Clara tips back as her calves hit the edge. She laughs and pulls from the kiss, pushing herself up the bed. I kick off my shoes and shed my trousers before following after her.
She rests back on her shoulders, her chest rising as she breathes deeply. I unzip her boots and throw them beside the bed. I sit on my knees and rest on my calves as I let my eyes run up and down her dancer body.
“Hey, baby?” The word makes my heart jump.
“Yeah?”
She drags her foot down my chest to my boxers that hold back my very evident erection. “M’feelin needy.”
I grab her ankle and crawl closer to her, wrapping her leg around my hip. I offer her a faux pout, “Need me do somethin’ about it, baby?”
Clara nods. I smirk and take her hips, lifting them up abruptly. She squeaks at the movement, soon moaning out as I plant my mouth directly on her sopping pussy. I drag my tongue up her folds, huffing out a laugh.
“Shoulda told me you were this wet, honey,” I mumble against her cunt. Her chin is dropped to her chest as she watches me lap at her arousal. Bringing my lips around her clit, I suck on it making her groan.
“Oh my g- goodness,” Her teeth chatter as she speaks out. The desperate tone in her voice makes me thrust my hips against the mattress, looking for friction of any kind. I notice her hips start to grind against my face, moving them to her liking.
Bringing my fingers to her center, I run them up and down her folds, hearing her gasp. “Want my fingers?”
She nods, insistently, “Mhm!” I press one into her slowly and her back lifts off the bed, arching.
“Yeah?” I give her a second one and she’s squealing into a moan. I allow my tongue to continue working on her nerves as I fuck my fingers into her. Her cheeks are flushing as her eyes begin to shut and god, is it a sight to see.
I curl my fingers inside of her and feel around for the spot within her that will drive her crazy. When Clara gasps out suddenly, I know I’ve found it.
Her legs begin to shake and her cunt squeezes my fingers like a vice. “Gonna cum, Clara?”
“Yes, Harry,” Her eyes wired shut, “Yes!”
“C’mon, baby,” I keep my fingers at their pace, my tongue flat over her clit so she can ride it herself.
She lets out a stretched out moan, her back arched beyond belief as her hips continue to grind against my face through her orgasm. It has got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Her cries only get louder as my fingers continue to fuck her through that high. When it becomes too much, she grabs my wrist, pushing my hand away.
I crawl up over her, softly kissing her cheek then down to her lips. “Feel good, baby?”
She nods and lifts her arms to pull my hips closer to her. “Very good.” Her sneaky fingers tug at the waistband of my briefs.
I pull my face back a touch. “What’re you up to, crazy?”
Clara bites her lip, trying to hide her suspicious smile. “Wanna make you feel good.”
I grab her wrists and pin them above her hand, placing my lips beside her ear before whispering, “Oh, trust me, I’m gonna feel real good when my cock is drowning in your pussy.”
She gasps into my ear, but when I pull back to watch her face, she’s got a wicked smirk on. “Such naughty things you say.”
“I’m a journalist, baby.” I smile. “Wide vocabulary.”
I peel my briefs down my legs, kicking them from my feet. I sigh at the relieved feeling my cock experiences as it’s freed. When I look back up to Clara, she’s got wide eyes and blushed cheeks.
“I- I, uh,” She shakes her head, “I don’t know if that’s going to fit in, um, me.”
“It’s okay,” I bring my hand to my cock, giving it a few strokes with my that’s soaked in Clara’s arousal, “We’ll make it fit.”
She gulps in the way a cartoon character would, where you can watch the bump travel down her throat. I run my opposite hand up and down her hip.
“Relax, baby,” I kiss her cheek again.
Clara nods and brings her hand in front of her face, spitting on it, before wrapping it around my cock to join my own. A deep groan travels up my throat as she squeezes it slightly.
“Perfect,” I growl, “You’re perfect.”
She shakes her head, “Not a singular person is perfect,” Clara brings my tip to the mess of her wet cunt, dragging it through it, “But together, we could be perfect.”
She lines me up before I nudge my hips forward, slowly feeding my cock into the tightness of her pussy. Her jaw drops as she lets out a sound I haven’t heard from her yet.
“Fuck,” I whine out as I continue to slip into the wetness of her. Her arms reach up to rest on my abs while her legs wrap around my waist.
When I give her the last bit of my cock, submerging myself fully, her nails dig into my abdomen and her voice turns shaky, “Oh my- you’re so deep.”
I took a firm grasp of her hips and started to give her gentle thrust, not trying to overwhelm her too quickly. But, god, was it hard to hold back.
“You feel so good, baby,” I whisper beside her ear, “Nice and wet for me, squeezing me just right.”
Her face screws up in pleasure as she whines, “More, please.” And of course I can’t say no to her.
I pull my hips back until all that’s left inside her is the tip before thrusting back into her. She cries out, her hips grinding up to meet my thrusts. I move one of my hands to her ass cheek, giving it a tight squeeze as I give her harder thrusts.
Clara starts laying kisses on my neck, her tongue dragging against the spot beneath my ear, making me growl, “Driving me fuckin’ crazy.”
She giggles, quickly cut off by a moan, “Good, I like my men wild.”
“Yeah?” I tease, taking the back of her thigh to push her knee to her chest, putting us in a position that allows me to slide deeper. “Well, I like my women tight and dripping so I guess we’re both in luck.”
Her brows furrow as uses her fingers to tweak her nipples, moaning softly.
“Be loud, baby, wanna hear you.” I pick up the pace of my hips and she sure does let go. Her cries grow louder and longer, especially when I reach my thumb down to rub over her clit.
“Oh sh- shoot!” She shouts, squeezing her tits. I laugh at her choice of words.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” She nods desperately. “Won’t even swear while I’m inches deep in your pussy.”
She whimpers as I press my thumb firmer to her clit. She also clenches around me and I nearly cum right there. It’s then that I think about the fact that I’m fucking her bare. Fuck.
Clara’s walls continue to flutter around me, signaling to me that she’s going to cum again. So I keep my pace steady and keep pinching at her clit.
“I’m gonna-“ Her eyes squeeze shut and her fists clench beside her.
“Give it to me. And I want you screaming my name when you do.” And scream she does. We may be alone in this huge mansion but I’m sure someone miles away could hear how loud she’s being.
“Harry-“ Her thighs start to shake and I feel a certain feeling climb up my spine as my thrusts begin to lose rhythm. Her back arches as high as it can with her knee still to her chest as I continue to pound her through her high.
“That’s it, baby,” I talk her through, feeling as my high starts to make its way to the surface soon after hers. My chest rises and falls as I try to control how fast it comes on to me. But it has been months since the last time I had sex, and my hand can only get me so far.
When her orgasm recedes, I pull out of her, giving my cock the proper strokes as she lays there is a post-orgasmic bliss. “Where do you want my cum at, darling?” She’s a bit slow to answer, saying nothing, just opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. My cock twitches in my hand at the sight in front of me. “In your mouth?”
She nods with a smile on her face, tongue still out. I grab the back of her head and lean her face closer to my cock. She touches her tongue to my tip as I stroke it and something about the way she looks up at me with a sweet look in her eyes has me done for.
“Shit, Clara,” I groan as I shoot ropes of cum onto her tongue. She snickers as I do and it drives me insane. I milk out every last drop into her mouth and watch as she enjoys every bit of it. I tap off any last drops then pull away as I start to slowly soften. Clara closes her mouth and swallows my cum before smiling. I lazily lay my body on top of hers, burying my face in her neck.
She rubs her hands up and down my back, speaking up, “Harry?”
“Mhm?” I barely hum out.
“My leg’s starting to cramp. Could you move it please?” Oh, yeah. I still had her leg folded like a pretzel against her chest.
“Shit, yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t even think-” I pull away from her, an embarrassing flush coating my face as I let her leg down to hit the mattress. She gets a smitten smile on her face.
“It’s okay,” Clara reassures, “Don’t get all shy on me now, you’ve already done me in.” That is what I’m going to guess is her clean version of saying I’ve already fucked her.
“I know,” I put my face back in the crease of her neck and shoulder, “Just feel like such a square around you.”
She laughs, “Nothing about what you just did to me was square, Harry. And maybe I like squares. Did you ever think of that?” I shrug, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull myself closer to her.
“Explains why you brought me home.” She scoffs, but doesn’t continue the conversation any further. We bask in this comfortable silence for a good while. A romantic silence even. Clara has her hands in my hair, massaging my scalp, and I have my hands rubbing her hips. How come I’d never experienced this before? Every other time I’d been sexy with a lady, she’d kick me out immediately, embarrassed, I assumed. But Clara was in no rush for me to leave.
“I’d like to see you again, Harry.” She breaks the silence. “I’d like to see you a lot.”
I huff out a chuckle, assuming she’s joking until I hear no laugh from her end. I pull my face from her neck to look at her. “You serious?”
She bristles at my question. “Of course, I’m serious. I’m no jokester.”
My brows furrow, “Well, why’d you wanna see me again?”
She rolls her eyes as if it’s obvious, “Because I told you, you make me feel brand new. Like I-” She takes a deep breath, “Like I can be who I wanna be.” She bites her lip, getting visibly nervous.
“Shouldn’t everyone make you feel like that?” I ask.
“They should, but they don’t.” She frowns.
I close my mouth and stare into her eyes. I run my hand up to her cheek, brushing hair from her face. “Then, yes, I’ll see you again. I’ll see you a lot.”
A bright smile takes over her entire face as she plants a peck on my lips, “Cool.”
