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Lone Wolf

Warmth was something you shouldn’t live without, but he did for quite some time. Power at fingertips would never replace what was missing but when you were a leader, sometimes it’s all you have to go off of. The croons of howls echoing off the trees become home.

Until you get hit with it. Everything you’ve been waiting for, plopped into your lap and you everything falls into place. Or so it should. Love, lust, everything in between. A soul mate granted by mother moon and the fates watching behind a screen.

Welcome to Lone Wolf.

This is a werewolf story, using pack dynamics and references to Greek mythology as well! Any questions please leave them in our ask box!

Warnings: this is a werewolf story. It includes talking past abuse, mental illness, fantasy worlds, violence both in reference and occurring, torture, jealousy, blood, primal instincts. Smut is graphic and includes breeding, talk of heat and rut, knotting, possessive and primal behavior, exhibitionism, blood, hair pulling, spanking, BDSM elements, Dom/Sub elements, etc. this is a fantasy world so things that may not be acceptable in the real world may happen and be acceptable there. If you can’t handle that, kindly choose another series of our to read!

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1. Birch

2. Wisteria*

3. Maple*

4. Elm

5. Fir*

6. TBD

[erodasfishtacos]

Werewolf!H One Shots

What’s Mine: Three times Harry’s seen her before they’ve gotten together.🔥

Until The End if Time: They were always meant for each other but were so absolutely blind to how permanently they were intwined. 🔥

Lavender Bubbles & Blueberry Pancakes: Harry taking care of his mate after a long night out. 🔥

Cant Live This Life Without You: When YN encounters a rouge wolf, Harry doesn’t know how to handle himself

[erodasfishtacos]

Werewolf!H One Shots

What’s Mine: Three times Harry’s seen her before they’ve gotten together.🔥

Until The End if Time: They were always meant for each other but were so absolutely blind to how permanently they were intwined. 🔥

Lavender Bubbles & Blueberry Pancakes: Harry taking care of his mate after a long night out. 🔥

Cant Live This Life Without You: When YN encounters a rouge wolf, Harry doesn’t know how to handle himself

[esnyshire]

amateur: the epilogue

summary: In the last chapter of amateur I decided to take a different route and make it a filler chapter. mostly because i wanted to continue on my story with Harry and Love. Here we learn more about them together and get a front row seat of what goes on in their daily life. Things get personal and promises are made.

warning: very short, cute fluff, plans for the future, things are moving fast, Harry freaks out a little

wc: 1.7k

Harry insisted I come to his house. He said he has very big, life changing news. With his frequent meetings at Sterlings office, they've had plenty of time to discuss the many possible career opportunities they can do together. Harry recently got asked by Sterling to manage him for the foreseeable future. At first, I was confused. What could he possibly need a manager for?

Immediately after hearing Harry sing and getting all the information in full detail, it's something I see working out and strongly encouraged. Sterling sure does have an amazing eye for talent. Him picking up on that has me jumping for joy. The prospect of him having his dream come true is going to be worth all the effort he's already started putting in.

When I get to the front door I pick up the spare key Harry leaves for me from under the doormat. It's mostly quiet when I enter, aside from a small voice that echoes through the living room. Harry is humming quietly to himself but it's beautiful nonetheless. Ever since I found out that he can sing, I ask him every chance I get to serenade me. He always gets so shy. I find it so precious. The past three month has been mainly us getting to know each other more. Cute things mostly. I've noticed when he eats, he sticks his tongue out a little before putting the food in his mouth. It makes me giggle every time I see his little tongue jab out to reach the spoon. Oh, and for some odd reason when he sleeps on his back, he sleeps talks. it's not even normal conversation either, it's just a bunch of demands. The kicker is that if I don't listen it'll cause a chain reaction of being manhandled, him will force me on top of his chest and knock right out like nothing even happened. To make it all worse he's a literal portable heater. I stopped wearing pajamas to sleep because of him. It's just too hot. He's an avid hater for mornings, which is fine by me cause I do too. But, his true love is breakfast in bed. "Can't go wrong with some sunny side up eggs, with two sausages and a stack of pancakes." He says.

We've also discussed the basics of any human being. My allergies being the first question he asked, which threw me for a loop.

*Three Week Ago*

"What are you allergic to, other than cats?"

"That's a long list," I say, widening my eyes and scuffing a little. "Cats as you know, when I get scratched by them the cut swells up so much and itches pretty bad. Their saliva causes me to mildly rash up in the area. Same with dogs. I'm severely allergic to bunnies. Grass, trees, mildly allergic to kiwis but I still eat them, and pineapples." I finish off, grabbing one finger for every one thing I name.

I don't notice how quiet it's been while I'm trying to think if I'm missing anything until I've already blurted out the last thing. "Oh, and peanut butter, mildly!" I've lived with these minuscule imperfections for majority of my life, all my food allergies came as age crept up on me. I look up at Harry when I finish, hyper-focused on the floor trying to get all the information out. He looks like he's seen a ghost.

"Why would you eat or be around things you are allergic to?! Are you mad?! Love, please tell me you're joking?" His voice is jumpy and his eyes are bulging out in shock.

"Mildly, Harry. I won't die from these things. Well, the bunny maybe." I joke, trying to lighten up the mood. My statement only causes him to freak out even more.

"Do you not care about your life?"

"Mildly," I laugh at my own joke. "It's fine though. I'm usually cautious when I eat things I'm mildly allergic to. In terms of my allergies to animals, I love them. I can withstand sneezing to have a life companion." I say with a smile.

Harry's face visibly relaxes, he's been trying hard to understand why I have Finnegan if I'm so obviously allergic to her. My love for Finnegan goes far beyond my comfortability, he's finally starting to understand.

"I know bee, it's just still a shock that you put your body through allergic reactions for things you want to enjoy. It makes me nervous." The use of the new nickname he gave me, causes a tight-lipped smile to form on my face. He rubs the back of his neck, awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

"Oh! Dust, can't forget dust." I say loudly. Harry groans, smacking his hand against his forehead in frustration. "So, any siblings?"

*

We continue to learn new things about each other, and I'm happy as can be that he wants to share things about himself with me. It's a nice feeling being so close to someone, it's still not something I'm used to but it's gets easier everyday. I walk through his house, following the sound of his voice. I finally make my way to the kitchen and he's stood by the stove, wooden spoon in hand. No music is playing, just the taps of his bare feet and his melodic humming.

I walk around the kitchen island, trying not to make myself too noticeable. I don't want to scare him from continuing. My arms snake around his torso, pressing my palms against his chest. My head softly lands on his back, and my ear is pressed firmly to his spine. His heart picks up in rhythm, not expecting me to be behind him. The humming stops immediately.

"Don't stop, keep going," I whisper, giving back the quiet I took away.

"I'll sing for you in a minute, come here." He pulls my arms away from him and turns to me.

He grabs my face softly and stares into my eyes. He strokes the pads of his thumbs on the apple of my cheeks, analyzing my face so intensely I start to worry if the big news is bad. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just missed you. How's my busy busy bee?"

"I missed you too, I'm here," I say, reaching out to clutch his shirt. I never feel close enough when I'm with him, "I've been really good, I have a couple of auditions coming up! Sterling's been throwing them at me left and right, but I don't mind. If getting experience is what I need to help my career, I'll do it." I feel so silly always having a smile all the time, but it's him. Everything about him and my new life has me smiling from ear to ear. Harry's is obviously a good omen in my life and I'm grateful. I breathe his scent in as I talk with him, he smells of sunflower seeds and sunblock. The scent has become a comfort smell for me since we started dating. "So, tell me. What's the big news?" I take a step backward towards the island and jump up. Harry moves in between my dangling legs.

"Remember how I told you Sterling wants to manage me?" He looks at me for my answer, I nod. "Well, he's found a recording company that's interested in my music!"

"No fucking way, that's amazing!" I pull him into a big wet kiss. I continue my kiss train, planting another on his nose, then his cheek, and the other immediately after. I manage to kiss every part of his face before he's in a fit of giggles over my affection.

"Yeah, he said they want to meet up with me and discuss a few things but they have a contract made already! They want me to make an album!" Excitement is laced in his words. I could burst with happiness for him. This is something he's wanted but always felt like it was too late for him. He once told me how he was pushing forty and just couldn't see anyone being interested in helping him with his music career so late in the game. When Sterling first showed interest he brushed it off, not even trying to get his hopes up. The only reason he went along with it at first, was because I kept nagging him about it with Sterling one night at dinner.

"You're doing it, right?!" My hands swing out beside me in question as I yell out to him.

"I think so."

"Why not a solid yes? What's stopping you?" Questions fall from my mouth. I can't understand why he didn't just say yes.

"You."

"Me? Why me? What did I do?" My confusion only grows.

"We only started talking a month ago, but I feel the need to speak to you before I make any decisions."

I feeling seen in this joyous moment. His dream comes true and he's worried about what I think about it. He makes my body feel like silly putty when he does things like this. "That's very thoughtful of you, Harry. It means a lot, but you didn't stop me from taking the job at The Garden or any of the auditions that have been thrown at me. It would be beyond wrong of me to get in the way. What kind of person would that make me?" His eyes are stuck on my face as I talk.

"You have to say yes, Harry."

"But-"

"No buts. You are so talented. You deserve this! This is your dream, you gave me mine. Follow yours or you'll regret it for the rest of your life." I push my feelings out. I want him to know this is okay and that I'll support him no matter what.

"Okay, okay fine. I will. I'll text Sterling when I'm done with dinner." He childishly rolls his eyes.

"You're making dinner?"

"Yeah, it's a special night. Plus, I wanted to do something for you." He shyly smiles down at my thighs.

"Aw, sweetness! It's your special night, I'll take over for you."

"You sure?" He asks.

"Yes, but before I do, promise me something?"

"What is it?"

"When you get all famous don't you forget about me, okay?"

He laughs at me, tightening his grip on my thighs. He nods and presses a small kiss to my lips.

"I could never forget you, I promise."

Amateur

36 y/o lifeguard enjoys some locker room fun with Love a dominant 23 y/o

[esnyshire]

amateur pt. 5

summary: In part five of amateur, we continue on with the date between Harry and Love and see how the night leads. Finally some actual private time.

warning: some light spanking, nicknames, horrible dad (joke(s)) humor, finally some private, simple, laying down on the bed sex, needy sex, a battle between the dom, the music I picked for these chaps rockkkkk, some good ole smut

wc: 4.2k

♫ What You Want by Mase

The night sky is pitch black, the only light we have is the moon illuminating our surroundings. Harry wasted no time in leaving the club after I met who I needed to meet and brought me to a food truck. The entire ride consisted of nothing but full-on foodie commentary. I didn't interrupt him not once, taking in all his words. I'm not used to him talking so much, so I give him center stage and he takes it gladly.

He said they make the best rice and lamb he's ever tasted, but he reminded me that it's with little knowledge of food from around the world so his words hold little to no importance. I still listened to him ramble on about it though. I'm sitting on the top of his car, the heat emitting from the hood of the car warming my body on this particularly cold summer night. My tiny plastic bowl is filled to the brim with white rice and lamb chunks, so greasy and hot you can see the steam above it. Harry is shoving spoonfuls of food in his mouth, scarfing it down like he hasn't eaten all day. He loves this food truck food. A giggle leaves my lips as I look down at my food.

"I'm already full, and I've barely scratched the surface. Were they trying to feed a village with my order?" I laugh as I force the spoon into my mouth.

"That's the beauty of this truck! That's exactly why I love it. It's cheap and good quality for a lot of food. I almost always have leftovers." He smile is bright and his cheeks are full with food like a cute hungry hamster. "But you shouldn't force yourself to eat Love, you'll get sick." He puts his foot down and grabs mine out of my hands. He flips the top on and seals it closed.

"C'mon, let me take you home. It's getting late." He says putting all the food away in the bag. It was close to two o'clock, the date only just started and it's already ending. I don't want to leave him yet. It was like he could read my mind cause the next thing he said made me appreciate how attentive he really is. "Unless you'd like to come to my place. Spend the night with me?" He asks, smirking at me with his one dimple on display.

"I'd like that."

"Great." He nods, holding out his hand for me. He helps me off and in the car.

*

"I've always wanted to go camping,  to see the stars, and hear the animals at night." He watches the road, speaking out.

We've gone down every rabbit hole of conversation. Changing topics every couple of seconds, rambling on about whatever comes to mind. It's nice to know I can speak to someone like this, it's always so hard making friends. Nobody my age relates to me. It's a lot harder than it looks, being alone all the time. So, being with Harry tonight is something I'm not used to. I am enjoying myself though.

"Oh god, no I hate bugs. Imagine all the bugs." I cringe at the thought of having to go camping. "Don't make me do it." I plead.

"Oh, you're coming. I can't go by myself. What will happen when I don't have you to throw at the bears to save myself!" He emphasizes.

"Ouch! I thought what we had was special!" I gasp at his joke.

"I'll mourn you, don't stress. Everyone will know you for your bravery."

"But, I'm too pretty to die!" I yell in ear as he drives.

"Hm, it's a pity. Your beauty would go to waste." He peeks at me through his peripheral vision.

"A compliment and a promise to sacrifice me in one go! You sure know how to charm a lady." I quip.

"It's a gift."

The car goes silent, aside from the music playing.

♫ So Fresh, So Clean by Outkast.

He taps the steering wheel, in his world. He speaks into silence.

"I don't know much about you. Tell me a few things I'd never know unless you told me specifically."

"Uh, let me think." I actually have to think about this. I've never had a partner ask me questions about my life. It's usually just sex and then they're out the door.

"Nothing is off limits" he says quickly.

"Well, my name is Amor Morales. But I go by Love. But, you knew that already." I giggle a little at the obvious. "I live by myself. I've had Finnegan since I was thirteen." I continue with little facts about myself, filling him in on things from my life. He listens, nodding and humming in response.

"I've always been clumsy! It's not cute." I cover my face, red after explaining to him how I fell in front of a train station full of strangers.

"I've missed a lot." He lazily smiles, shaking his head.

"Oh, what part did you miss?"

The light turns red and the car slows down. He takes his hand off the wheel and lays it on his thighs, turning his torso to face me.

"Have you ever met someone, and realized you've gone through life completely wrong?" He asks, squinting his eyes. He sounds like he's asking himself the question as well. I don't hesitate with my answer, wanting nothing more than for him to know I feel the same way.

"Yeah, you."

"You're only twenty-three, Love." He deadpans.

"Exactly, yet I feel like it's been completely wrong up until two days ago."

The light turns green, but he doesn't drive. He just stares at me, like what is in front of him isn't real. I hope he knows I feel the same way. The rest of the drive is silent and to my surprise, Harry's house is only around the block from mine. I've passed his house more times than I can even count.

He parks in his driveway, collecting all the food and walking to his door. "There's a key under the doormat, can you open the door for me?" He asks politely, whispering slightly. It's pretty late and sound echoes off of the houses very easily in this neighborhood. Of course, he's polite in that way. The last thing I need is rumors of us stumbling home at three in the morning. I grab the key and open the door, letting myself in first to hold the door.

"Make yourself at home, I'll go put the food in the fridge."

"Okay, I'll be here." I take slow steps into the living room, looking at everything in view.

It's big. Bigger than my house that's for sure. His walls are the nicest cream color, with one brown accent wall. There are pictures framed everywhere, cute little kids running around on the grass. People laughing, drinking and eating together. The family in these photos looks so happy, I can't help but question why Harry isn't in any of them.

There's no sign of life in the living room. No flowers, no pets. Not even fruits are displayed on his dining room table.

His house is so clean and prim, I didn't expect anything different, honestly. He holds himself on such a high pedestal, between his neatly decorated nails every two weeks and his constantly trimmed hair i shouldn't have doubted it in the first place.

♫ Can We by SWV

I don't hear him come into the living, the only thing signaling he's near is his chest against my head. He hovers over me, reaching for my hair and pulling it to the side. My neck is empty aside from my chain, he guides his hand along my shoulder, leaving a hot trail of goosebumps up to my jaw.

I close my eyes in bliss, feeling like the room is closing in on me. Every time I've been with him it's been in public or the locker room. The risk of being caught was the whole reason it felt so good but being here in his house with only him, ignites a fire in my stomach. He's slow with his touches, his face is inches from my skin. His hot breath fans over my neck, causing me to take a sharp breath in.

My body has a mind of its own and goes limp. It's a different feeling than I'm used to, an indescribable head rush. I'm going to tip over any second. No one has ever gotten me to lose my train of thought this easily, I can barely think of what I want to do. I just want him to touch me more.

"Would you like a drink? I have wine." He says, removing his body from my vicinity.

"I'm good, can you touch me?" My words are rushed as I take his hands from behind me, placing them back around me. My fingers slip into his as I guide them up to my torso and my breasts. I grip around his hand, directing him to grope me as freely as he wants.

My head falls back on him, enjoying every feeling I'm getting from his hands. They're large and his cold rings brush against my warm stomach, a soft moan slips from my lips.

"Of course." He says in my ear, I hold in a scoff as I roll my eyes. He's loving this right now. How I'm acting is submissive. Normally I would be reluctant, but seeing him try to take over makes me enjoy it even more. I can hear the smile in his words.

"Oh god, thank you," I say, not intending to thank him, but I do.

"Can I kiss you," He asks. His voice so deep, my core involuntarily clenches from his salacious words. I already feel my composure start to dissolve. Quicker than I want it to.

I don't answer, I turn around in his arms and attach my lips to his. They are soft and the smell of him wafts through my nostrils causing me to sigh into the kiss. Just the simple request to touch me has me reeling, I've never been one to care too much about consent. Especially for something so innocent as a kiss. He begins to touch me, rubbing my arms gently as his lips move against mine. The kiss is so mind numbingly slow, I feel like the air is being sucked from my lungs. He slides his hands to my waist, pulling me closer into his body.

His hands travel up my back, rubbing and clawing against the thin fabric of my top. He plays with the hem of my crop top, silently requesting to take it off. I break the kiss, momentarily allowing him to lift my shirt over my head. He mindlessly throws it behind him, pushing his body into mine the second his hands become free. My now bare chest is firmly against his. His heart is beating so fast, I feel the thump of it. His heart matches the speed of my own.

"Don't be nervous, I'll take care of you," I say against his lips, playing with the hairs behind his ears.

He nods slowly, keeping his attention on my face. He kisses me again, my lips envelop him completely as he hoists me up by my thighs.

"My beautiful boy. Tell me what you want."

"Touch me."

I do as he asks, rubbing my fingers under the hem of his shirt, slowly walking my fingers up his torso. My hands feel over his moth tattoo, taking in every curve and line on his skin. My eyes are closed as I continue my journey around his body. I search for the buttons to his shirt, unbuttoning them as I make my way up. Sliding my hands towards his hips, an eruption of goosebumps perk up all over his skin. I make my way to his shoulders, sliding the fabric off. My lips land on his chest as I pepper small kisses all over, leaving small wet spots as I move to his nipple. I breathe softly against his skin, causing his nipple to harden. I slowly lick on his nipple, and a sneaky gasp falls from his lips. His entire demeanor changes when I start a wet trail with my tongue, going down his torso. I'm slow with my travel to the place I want him so badly, the eye contact between us only driving me to show him exactly how much I've needed this all day.

Right when I go to reach for the hem of his pants two large hands grab my own, he pulls me up to stand and then lifts me off the floor and into his arms. A squeal leaves my lips as I go flying up to his face. My legs go around his waist as I try to steady my breathing. The laugh that leaves Harry's lips echoing off the tall walls around us, it's rich and contagious. I slowly join in with laughter, eating up every ounce of his perfect smile. Our smiles slowly fade as I stare at him with his head back, still delirious from his laughing fit. He looks at me through hooded eyes, so drunk off the feelings coursing through us both.

"Can we go upstairs?" I take initiative, not wanting Harry's shy attitude to get the best of him.

He had his fun experimenting, but I know he wants me to take the lead tonight. Watching him let his guard down, It's one of my new favorite things to do.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I grab his throat, putting pressure in the right places.

He doesn't answer, letting out a big exhale of breath. His grip on my thighs loosens, causing me to tighten them around his waist to keep myself up.

His eyes begin to flutter, just as I yank his face closer to me.

I grit my teeth in annoyance, "I asked you a fucking question, Harry. Answer me."

"Love. Y-yes, Love." He stutters from the lack of oxygen going to his brain, "Please." He begs.

I grab his jaw and speak into his ear. "Get upstairs, now."

He holds me for dear life on his hip, speed walking to the steps, with every step he takes a huff of breath escapes his lips. He's impatient after the first half of steps and proceeds to skip up the rest of the way up. We enter his bedroom, having no time to look around. He throws me on the bed, quickly getting on top. His lips attached to my chest, kissing and sucking. My most sensitive area is my nipples. They're tender and pink, ready to be in between his teeth. The excitement in me only grows when he flips me over, so I'm on top of him. Willingly giving power over him, he doesn't realize what he's just done.

My beautiful boy.

He goes for his pants, rushing with his buckle to get it undone. I smack his hand away, he looks at me stunned by my actions.

He conflicts with himself, unsure if he should be mad or turned on with me smacking him. The smack was light, nothing to cause any bruises. A small tint of red begins to show, which causes me to bite my lower lip in satisfaction. Every time I touch him, it's like he's constantly thinking about if he likes what I did or not.

"You like that, baby?"

He nods.

"Wanna try it with me?"

His eyes widen, I grab his hand and bring it to my face. He palms my cheek as I look at him. It's a small reassurance, that I'm here and everything will be fine.

"You can say no. Only if you want to." I make sure he knows he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want.

"I do," he timidly says, "where?"

"People pick differently, my ass, my thighs, my hands, even my face even." Im still sat on his dick, rubbing dangerously close to my core. The second I said my face, I felt him twitch against me.

"Let's play it safe, smack my ass whenever you want. Okay?" He nods quickly.

I shake my head, smiling down at him. I grab one of his shoulders and guide him back up to me. My fingers slip in his hair as I take a handful and pull. He hisses as I bring his face to mine.

"Use your words, my dirty boy."

"Okay." He says.

"Safe." He whispers.

"Yeah." He's dazed, barely comprehending his babbling.

I push him back down onto the bed and climb off of him, opening his buckle and unbuttoning his pants. I struggle to get his pants off but eventually, they come sliding off. He's so hard, it's like a tent in his boxers. I can't help but feel bad, I rub on his erection feeling him throb across my hand. A pained moan comes from his throat, as his hips buck off the mattress. His hands instinctively grab hold of the sheets. Anything to keep his grounded. Chills erupt all over my arms from excitement, feeling overcome with the need to get him to come.

I peel his boxers off his body, in no mood to take my time anymore. My hands are sweating and my mind is racing with all the things I can do to him. He's patiently waiting for me to do something, anything to ease his pained pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me," I say, the air around us is warm and overwhelmingly smells like him. I want to scream with how wound up I am. "Take off my skirt, please. Just rip it off."

He looks at me in confusion, I dig my nails into the skin on his chest. I plead with him through my eyes, not able to verbally explain why I need his help. I'm going crazy. He winces at the pain, but his body betrays him as his mouth flies open and a gruntled moan escapes his lips. He quickly grips the slit near my legs and pulls apart the skirt, the loud tear just makes me clench even harder. I hear my heart beating so loudly in my ears, i feel so needy for him to fuck me already.

I sit on my knees, hovering over him as I grab hold of his dick. His head is pink and sensitive, I start to pump with one hand, my other on his chest holding myself up.

He's breathless, looking down at my body above him. His hands reach out for me but he snatches them back to his head, gripping his hair so hard. He slides his hands to the back of his head resting on them like a pillow.

"Oh god." He says, frantically looking down at my hand and back up to my face.

I take my free hand and slide my thong to the side, "Do you have a condom?" I ask.

"N-no, I haven't needed them." He is not coherent as he speaks.

"My beautiful boy, I need you to pay attention, or I can't do anything with you." I sternly say, making it known I can't continue if he doesn't cooperate.

His eyes flutter open, looking up at me. "I'm here, Love." He seems more awake which makes me smile. I press a kiss to his chest.

"Good boy," I say, kissing down his chest. "Now, tell me, am I allowed to fuck you raw? My last checkup was three weeks ago and I'm on birth control."

He nods. "I'm okay with that." He breathes out. "Please, please just fuck me." He pants, grabbing at my arm to continue stroking him.

"So needy." I giggle at him. "Anything for you."

I grab his hard cock and direct his tip to my clit, slowly sliding him between my lips. From the contact, my jaw practically unhinges due to the pleasure that throbs through my lower half.

"Fuck, Harry." I slowly slide his tip in my entrance, no longer wanting to tease him and drag this on. I push myself down on his dick, sliding down with ease. It sounds wet and he feels so deep inside me, my eyes shut closed with pleasure. I make my way back up, only to forcefully push myself down again. I keep a steady pace, bouncing on him. He watches with wide eyes, seeing himself disappear inside me. This position is good, but not good enough.

I quickly sit up, turning around and getting back on my knees. I'm now facing away from him, with my ass in his face. I look over my shoulder, only to see him blankly staring.

"Cowgirl." I calmly say. I take hold of him and sink down.

"Oh my fucking god!" He yells, being taken off guard with the new angle. I bounce my ass, wasting no time in building up in speed. My strokes are short and deliberate. I look back over my shoulder, his eyes are squeezed shut and his curls are all over his forehead. He looks breathtaking.

I take one of my hands and begin to rub my clit, my vagina clenches around his dick as I run fast pace circles directly on the nerve I know so well.

"Talk to me, Harry," I say in between gasps.

"You- you feel so good." He grunts, holding my hips and pulling me onto his dick. My movements turn rough as my ass slams against his groin.

"Such a good boy, what's- oh god, what's my name?" It's becoming harder and harder to talk.

"Love, fuck. It's love, just love." He moans out. "Only you."

"That's right, now spank me."

I don't even have to repeat myself because right when the words leave my lips his hand comes cracking down my left ass cheek.

Oh, yes! Just like that. Again." I force my voice out. Another smack echos through the room. A pleasured moan crawls out of my throat.

"Harder." I grit out, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck me until I can't walk anymore. This time, it's with a heavy hand. He smacks the same cheeks in the same spot, causing my back to arch from the pain. It feels so good and travels to my core as I continue to throw my ass on his dick.

I'm so dazed in the moment, I don't realize he's lifted me off of him, and he's now on his knees. My back is to him as he grabs my neck and pulls me into his chest. A gasp leaves my lips from his harsh movement, still throbbing from his constant pounding into my pussy.

"Living up to the dirty boy nickname I see, want to fuck me from behind?" I smirk at his eagerness to take over.

"Dirty boy, yeah." He deliriously says, putting his tip at my entrance and slamming into me.

"Oh fuck!"

His grip on my neck tightens as he fucks me, i guide his other hand to my clit, and move his fingers in a side to side motion. He's rough in all the right ways and quick with the snap of his hip. It's just how I've always wanted it. He's holding my neck in the exact right places, my head starts to go fuzzy as I feel the build start-up in my lower abdomen. All the air is being sucked out of me, I feel his balls slap against my wet skin, making a heavenly sound.

"Mm, you like it rough?" I ask, barely able to get a word out.

He doesn't answer, so I clench around him. He hunches onto me, a grunt leaves his lips as I kegel around him again.

"Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop that, Love." He sounds panicked.

When my name leaves his lips, the build-up to my orgasm skips steps and starts to tip over quicker than expected.

"Harry, fuck I'm close."

He continues his ferocious movements on my clit and thrusts into me so rough, I know I won't be able to walk. I smile at the thought.

"Come with me, Love."

As if he commanded it, my orgasm breaks through its threshold and hits me like a tidal wave. My voice gets caught in my throat as I try to scream out. Harry cums right after me, twitching above me. Mumbling out my name repeatedly, to the point where he has no voice left in him. He collapses on me, no longer able to keep himself up. The room is hot and smells like sex, the sheets are stuck to our skin as we come down from our highs. He eventually comes to and lifts himself up and out of me. He falls next to me with a thud, looking at me with a face I can only describe as pleased. He smiles at me. I giggle when he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

"That wasn't very amateur of you." He takes in my words, shaking his head in confusion. Suddenly he realizes and bursts into a fit of laughter. I join in right after, his contagious laugh bringing it out of me.

And to think this is my same shy lifeguard.

[esnyshire]

I should go out more, half of my inspiration comes from New York. I live here and never go out to just sit and write.

[mr-styles]

Harry with a fan recently!

[avatar-anna]

Sugar & Spice

What if y/n was Harry's tour chef and harry has a huge ass crush on her so he would be like the first one seated for y/ns food and he would always compliment her

i was wondering if you could do one where the reader asked him to come over for comfort (maybe her bf cheated idk) and after she stops feeling so bad they have a moment and end up kissing and then their feelings get all confused??

"Make something that would make someone fall in love with you."

Your heart still thundered at the words, the soft request that felt like a demand caressing your thoughts and sending chills down your spine. Pastel anticipation stirred within your belly as you kept an eye on the saucepan in front of you.

The apartment was rich with the smell of spices. Harry had asked for a dish, but you were about to serve him a full-course meal, all teeming with flavor and color, the smell of everything fusing together in your kitchen and leaking throughout the rest of the apartment in a cuisine symphony. Even the pan full of molten chocolate permeated the room, the hint of chili you added to it cutting through the richness.

An arm snaked around your waist, the other reaching to sneak a taste of the chocolate sauce in front of you, a searing kiss to the back of your neck trying to act as a distraction. But when you were in the kitchen, you had laser-sharp focus. You smacked the hand away playfully, but not without intention.

"How much longer?" Harry asked, nipping at your jaw.

The breath on your neck, the lips on your skin, the hand on your waist sent you leaning into him, but not without the aftershock of surprise.

You were his tour caterer, his employee, and while the two of you had grown quite close since Live on Tour began, you were just friends. Harry was always first in line when dinner was being served and sometimes helped clean up when he could. He joined you on small excursions to farmer's markets to buy fresh ingredients and listened to you go on and on about the value of farm-fresh, locally sourced produce.

Food, cooking, creating, they were all things that cultivated your passion, one you could talk about for ages, if given the chance. Not many did, even your boyfriend's eyes glazed over if you talked about a new way to prepare cauliflower for too long. But Harry was always willing to listen and even peppered you with questions that you were more than happy to answer.

You became fast friends. You cooked for him during the day and talked and laughed over a bottle of wine and bread and cheese at night after his shows, riding out his adrenaline until he eventually walked you back to your hotel room or tour bus, depending on where you were traveling. Harry was a good friend, a great one even, one you knew you would cherish far beyond this tour.

Until tonight, where the jury was still out on the status of said friendship.

Because tonight something...changed.

Harry's show was in your hometown, and as such, you invited your boyfriend to come to the show. Being on the road for long months on end didn't make maintaining a relationship easy, and things had become strained, but tonight was meant to be an olive branch. You were excited to see your boyfriend after being away from him for so long, had gushed to Harry about how you were going to make his favorite meal and sleep soundly in your bed instead of a hotel room or bus bunk.

But before any of that could happen, your boyfriend admitted to having cheated on you while you were gone.

You were a wreck. You knew things between you and your boyfriend weren't great, but you never imagined that he would cheat. His confession swept the ground out from beneath you, blindsiding you in a way that manifested in calm confusion as you told him things were over between the two of you. But when he left and you were alone in the tour venue's kitchen, you could feel the breakdown coming. So instead of going to Harry's show, as you normally did, you went straight to the apartment you hadn't seen in months. Harry came shortly after the concert was over.

Having been in a relationship, and never considering yourself the cheating type, you never saw Harry as anything more than a friend. He was lovely, and oh so sweet, and very, very handsome. He was interested in your work and made you laugh and enjoyed talking to you as much as you liked talking to him. But he was your boss, and a celebrity, and you had a boyfriend. It was pretty cut and dry.

When he arrived on your doorstep, you were wrapped in a blanket, only the center of your face poking out of it. Harry cuddled up next to you on the couch and let you cry and rant and cry some more. He kissed the top of your head and wiped your nose with the sleeve of his tour sweatshirt. And despite your red, puffy eyes, despite the tears hanging off the tips of your lashes, Harry leaned in, nudged his nose against yours in a way that had you leaning in too, and you let him kiss you.

It was startling. Not that Harry was a good kisser, that seemed like a given. No, what was startling was how much you enjoyed it, how tender the slide of his mouth against yours was. He was gentle, like he was trying to be respectful of the fact that you'd broken up with your boyfriend mere hours ago. But the flash of your boyfriend's face behind your eyelids had you pulling away from him in an instant.

You were single technically, but it still didn't feel right; no matter how much you might've liked the kiss, no matter how much Harry seemed to enjoy it as well. You hid from Harry in your room. Not because you were hung up on your boyfriend, but because it felt so right to kiss Harry. And that thought filled you with panic and guilt.

Harry was still there when you eventually stepped out of your room, willing to listen as he always was, but you didn't say anything, just walked over to the kitchen and asked if he was hungry.

There were words left unsaid between the two of you, but both of you seemed content to ignore them for now, though when Harry murmured, "Make a dish that you would use to seduce someone. Make them fall in love with you," it was clear how he felt. He put himself out there, waiting to see if you would accept the advances or reject them.

And now he was wrapped around you, kissing you like he'd been doing it for years.

"Mmm. The peach and burrata salad is done, the fried duck wings just need a glaze, the rice should be done any minute now, the chocolate needs just a little more—"

"Okay, so you need more time. Can I help you set the table, at least?" he said, huffing out a laugh.

You could only manage a nod and a quick murmur of where he could find what he needed. Your eyes stayed on the food cooking in front of you, but you heard every noise Harry made as he moved through your kitchen.

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Somehow you ended up on Harry's lap, a homemade churro doused in cinnamon and sugar and dipped in chocolate poised toward his mouth. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he took a bite, the crunch a harsh sound as he closed his eyes and moaned at the taste.

The sound had you blushing. You knew it was because of the food, and if you looked past the bashfulness, you would be proud that your cooking skills elicited such a reaction.

You could've made something fancy, something that would've shown off your culinary skills in a way that catering to everyone on tour didn't give you the opportunity to do. But when you began rooting around the kitchen, your hands automatically went for the rice cooker, and things just kind of went from there.

The appetizers were unique, you supposed. Fried duck wings with a lemon glaze and a mixed green salad with burrata cheese, peach slices, and a number of other colorful things that brought it to life. But the main course was fairly simple, still full of flavor, but simple. Chicken and rice and beans, almost the exact same recipe you'd grown up with. Harry asked for something that would make someone fall in love with you, and you figured there was no better way to do that than the root, the catalyst, for your love of the kitchen.

Harry marveled at all of it, listening as he normally did when you talked about knife techniques, and cooking times, and flavor profiles. You talked, perhaps to cover up your nerves, as you plated and served everything, and when you went to sit across from him, Harry gently grabbed you by the waist, and now here you were.

Harry's fingers grazed your arm in lazy circles, over the tattoos inked on your skin. They were all over your arms and abdomen, a passion you had that was almost as strong as your love for cooking. It was the first commonality you shared with Harry when you said hello after serving him and the rest of the crew the first meal of the tour. Both of you were busy at the time and couldn't discuss tattoos at length the way both of you seemed to want to, but Harry stopped by during lunch the next day, and the two of you talked over shrimp fried rice you'd whipped up.

"This...This shouldn't be this good," Harry finally managed to say.

It took a moment to find your voice, Harry's voice low in a way that made you suppress a shiver. But you said despite your dry mouth, "I'm glad you like it."

"And—And is it spicy? The chocolate? It's subtle, but I swear it's there."

"Chili powder. Just a little," you said with a nod.

"Oh. Well, don't let me eat all of it. Here," he said, offering the dessert in his hand to you.

You eyed the plate on the table that had three more churros on it and a bowl filled nearly to the brim with chocolate sauce, then back to him with raised eyebrows. Harry had the decency to blush, but he didn't back away or lower his hand. So, with a confidence that you didn't know you had or knew where it came from, you took a bite, just like he had.

You could feel Harry's eyes on you, which was alarming seeing as there wasn't really a sexy way to eat something so messy. Not that you were trying to be sexy, but Harry's gaze practically lit you on fire. You didn't want to be unappealing in front of him. He didn't seem to notice or care, though, just kept his eyes on you.

"You have something on your—"

He finished his sentence by reaching up to brush something away from the corner of your mouth. At least that's what you thought he was trying to do. But when his thumb grazed your skin, something warm, warmer than the heat of his skin, smeared over your lips. Chocolate.

Eyes widened, you opened your mouth to ask what he was doing, but he spoke first.

"I'll get it."

But instead of using his hand, he slid his mouth over yours.

You became as molten as the chocolate you made to dip the churros in, the kiss heating you from the inside. The first kiss you shared earlier in the evening had been tentative, curious. This one was pure heat as Harry licked over your bottom lip, sweeping up the chocolate on it that he'd placed there, and when you opened up for him, it lingered on his tongue along with the wine you picked out to go with dinner.

Harry barely gave you any time to gasp. He kissed you like he was starved, his kiss bruising in a way that had you pulling him tighter rather than pulling back, taking those curls that were just as soft as you thought they would be and gripping them tight between your fingers. His hands were warm beneath the thin material of your t-shirt, tracing the tattoo just above your belly button that spanned across your abdomen with the pads of his fingers. Angel, it read in big, bold script. Some people found it appalling, others intriguing or striking. You never really cared what people thought of your tattoos. Until you felt Harry's stare burning into your stomach every time your shirt rode up tonight to reveal bits and pieces of it tonight, that is.

"What—What are we doing?" you managed to breathe.

One of his hands had grazed your neck, leaving a trail of chocolate sauce in their wake, and Harry was now doing his best to clean it with his tongue. His other hand rose dangerously close to just below your breast, the anticipation of his touch making you shudder, but it also made a seed of hesitation take root in your mind.

Harry paused and faced you again, though his nose nearly touched yours. "I...I don't know," he said, and while that only made the seed grow, you appreciated his honesty. "I like how I feel when I'm around you. And I know it's messy with the tour and your—with your ex-boyfriend and everything, but...I don't know. I don't like shying away from a good feeling."

That's exactly what it was. Messy. What happened if things progressed from here and didn't work out? You had a job to do, you worked for Harry. You might have been able to acknowledge that good feeling Harry was talking about—a complete understatement, "good" didn't seem to do whatever was forming between the two of you justice—but you weren't sure it was worth possibly losing your job or compromising your raw emotions over. He might've been able to chase his feelings, but you couldn't.

"I—I would never fire you, or anything like that," he said, seeming to read your thoughts as they flitted through your mind. "And I'll respect your decision, whatever it is. I won't even bring it up again if you don't want me to."

The sincerity in his voice told you that Harry was telling the truth, and you knew him well enough that you believed him. You didn't know if it was just the heat of the moment for him, or if he'd secretly been harboring feelings, or if it was something else, and you couldn't even begin to untangle everything getting jumbled up in your heart.

But you could see the promise in Harry's eyes, the green in them clear as you had this conversation. The promise that he would make it worth your while, should you decide to go through with...whatever it was he was proposing.

Your apartment was so quiet, you swore you could hear his heartbeat thumping in time with yours. With shallow breath and shaking hands, you cupped his cheek. Your hand was rough with calluses, cuts, and scars from your time as a chef. Knife technique that developed over time and oil that bubbled a little too excitedly in the fryer; some of the pads of your fingers were even a little numb from touching hot food with your bare hands.

Harry didn't shy away from the roughness, though. Not as you caressed his cheekbone with your thumb and stood up from where you'd been perched on his lap. For a moment, his eyes left yours to gaze downward at what he thought was rejection, but when he heard the soft thud of you clothes hitting the floor, he looked up, drinking in every inch of skin you offered to him.

In just a pair of plain cotton underwear—the thick sheaths of your hair covering your chest and revealing only tiny glimpses of your skin and the tattoos inked on it—you picked up the bowl of melted chocolate off the table. Your eyes never once left his as you backed away toward your bedroom, an invitation held in them.

From the look on his face as he took in your near-nakedness, you thought Harry might've crawled. But, almost as if in a trance, he stood from his seat and followed you, taking your face in his hands and kissing you for all you were worth as he shut the door to your room with a definitive slam.

[esnyshire]

amateur pt. 4

summary: In part four of amateur, Harry and Love go out on a date. They bump into some familiar faces and some not so familiar. Do they mesh together in a public setting? Or is the chemistry purely from lust.

warning: first date jitters, soft harry, the i would do anything for you Harry, may be my cleanest chapter yet, bitchy old woman

wc: 4.5k

♫ Somethings Got A Hold On Me by Etta James

A knock on the door stops my frantic running back and forth.

"Crap, shit, fuck me!" I stumble over my words as I hop on one leg, fiddling with the straps on my ankle. I had two hours to get ready and that still wasn't enough time.

I decided on a nice two-piece set, it had a muddy orange and yellow tie-dye pattern. A singular flower sits in the middle of each piece. It's low-waisted and shows off a lot more skin than I intended. I decided to wear my double-plated name chain, 'Amor' is written in cursive lettering. She's tiny, cute, and doesn't take away from the outfit. I rush to open the door, not wanting him to wait outside any longer.

"Hey, you're here!"

"I wouldn't miss this for," His eyes fell to every part of my body, covered and uncovered. "you look... wow."

My face heats up, most likely turning three shades gradually. His presence alone is enough to cause uncontrollable heat to seep to the top of my cheeks, I don't think I can handle such compliments. To distract me I take in his outfit, trying to figure out where we are going and if by some chance the clues to that are in his outfit.

"It's not too much, right? You told me center of attention, I just didn't know how much attention I was dressing for. I can change, you know what I'll ch-"

I don't get to finish my sentence, cause I'm interrupted with a hand to my waist and a tug to the nape of my neck. Our lips crash together in a rush, they're soft and so inviting. I feel the room begin to spin, which only makes me smile into the kiss.

In my twenty-three years of living, I have never had a kiss make me feel like I was falling but in the best way possible. It's the soft, slow pecks that are making me weak in the knees, his hands roam my body with no shame. I've lost all my breath trying to keep up with his feverish kissing.

I slide my hands into his hair, lifting myself on the tip of my toes. I'm still nowhere near his height even with heels on, but he has no problem helping me out. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me the rest of the way.

He breaks the kiss, "Who knew you could be so self-conscious?" He smiles down at me, pushing my body into his. We can't get any closer.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, pretty boy. I may have submitted to you but I'm still in control here." My face is so close to his as I speak, I smell the mint gum he has under his tongue. My lips linger, teasing and ghosting over his.

"But, you sound so sexy when you beg me to touch you." He's more confident with his words, and I don't mind finding out how far he'll go with this.

"I was begging, yes, but who was on their knees?"

Silence surrounds us as he from what I can see thinks about what to say, and just like I expected his confident act comes to a screeching stop when he opens his mouth, intending to say something but nothing comes out.

I let him come to his realization as I loosen my grip around his neck and slide down his body. My heels clack on the floor, momentarily breaking his concentration.

"I'm gonna go get my purse, hold tight." I tap his chest, quickly leaving the door entrance. "Come in!"

I skip steps rushing up to my room, quickly grabbing my phone purse and keys, the jingle of my keys causes my cat to come shuffling out of my closet, nails scratching at my marble floor. I bolt out my bedroom door, trying to keep up with my drift queen of a cat. She charged down the steps, and onto the couch, jumping from one cushion to the next.

She doesn't even hesitate when she leaps in Harry's direction in the middle of the living room. She clings to his pants and climbs her way up to his body, aiming for a seat on his shoulder.

"Ow, ow ow!" Harry yells, most likely feeling her nails claw into him.

"Finnegan!" I yell, stumbling down the rest of my steps, ready to yank my demon of a cat off of Harry.

"So, you're a cat person?" He questions me, a smirk permanently displayed on his lips.

"You're not?"

"I am, you just don't seem like the type to own a cat."

"I'm offended that you would even think that." I scoff, genuinely taking offense. Cat people are the best people.

He pets Finnegan who's still sat on his shoulder, purring so loud I'm starting to grow jealous. Am I jealous cause he's touching her and not me or jealous she gets to climb him like a tree and I don't?

"Someone's got the right idea," I whisper to myself, watching Finnegan rub her entire body across Harry's head.

"Hm? What was that?" He asks barely paying any attention to me, absorbed in the hypnosis my cat is succeeding in.

"Nothing, c'mon that's enough for tonight." I step forward giving Fin access to my shoulders, she jumps down from Harry landing delicately on me. I hold my arms out giving her a bridge to the sofa and she walks across, not even being phased.

"Okay, we can go now." I inhale deeply, feeling a tickle in the back of my nose. I freeze in my spot, arms out like I'm hugging a huge balloon, taking small intakes of air.

Right when I think I'm in the clear, the flood gates open and I sneeze. I'm not one for normal sneezes, no. I sneeze consecutively, and my record of sneezes is currently at twelve in one sitting. It's loud and high-pitched, sounds like a guinea pig excited for food.

"Are you allergic to cats?!" He's instantly frantic, looking at me with worry on his face. "Why do you own a cat if you're allergic?"

"I love cats," I say honestly, I don't care if I'm allergic. He couldn't say anything, he was just loving her. You can't help but love them, they're the best things we humans have.

"Oh, so you're crazy. Good to know." He laughs, shaking his head in disapproval. "Let's go, we've got places to be!"

"Places? As in more than one?"

"Yes, Love. More than one." At this point, he knows what saying my name does to me, and I can't help but laugh, he's subtly antagonizing me.

"Keep it up." I look at him through my lashes.

"Oh, I will."

I stifle a laugh at his tone of voice, he's admitting to acting out to get a rise out of me. Tonight is going to be very interesting.

"Ven aca, carino." I take his hand in mine and walk to the car.

The ride is lengthy but the view is amazing. I see from the size of the buildings and the abundance of traffic that's accumulated around the car that we are headed to the city. Living in New York has never meant much to me considering I was born here. Everyone loves it but the people who live here.

The streets are dirty, the people are loud and they don't know how to fucking walk. I truly wouldn't wish the city transit on my worst enemy.

The people are bustling, music is blaring from every direction. Someone's fighting a bird, the lady in the car next to us is yelling so loud and it doesn't help that I hear the person on the other line. I avoid direct eye contact from my side of the car, seeming to have fallen into the trap that is Harry.

He's tapping along to the song quietly playing as background music, the windows are down and his top is up. The light turns green and the view that I'm given nearly knocks my breath away.

His skin is illuminating from the various jumbo screens surrounding us, it looks like we are in a room with a bunch of lights. I'm seeing him in a completely different light.

No, seriously.

The sun was always so blinding when we would meet at the pool, and then in the stuffy locker room, there was barely any good lighting. This whole time I've seen a half-ass version to my eyes.

He's gorgeous, I'm finding myself speechless and I always have something to say.

♫ The Stripper by David Rose

The sound of a specific song claws it's way into my ears. My interest is peaked when I hear feather fan music, more popularly known as burlesque type music.

It's my favorite music to dance to. It's a true talent what those women do, it would be nothing but an honor to go out to watch them dance.

We turn down the corner, the same direction of the music and I begin to fidget in my seat from the anticipation. I could kiss him for how grateful I am, I don't even know for sure if that's where he's taking me but I might scream.

"We are here." He says nonchalantly, not taking his eyes off the street ahead. I know he can see my excitement practically oozing off of me, his smile says it all.

"Get the fuck out of here," I say slapping my tights, turning them a nice tinge of pink.

"Does that mean I did well?"

"Well?! You did fucking awesome!" I squeal, no longer caring how childish I look right now. I've wanted to go to a burlesque show since I learned how to walk in heels. That was at the brilliant age of five.

Harry parks the car, flips the top, and slides out. He runs to my door, opening it and holding his hand out for me to grab. If he keeps doing this my heart is going to combust, it's the bare minimum but I haven't been treated like a lady in god knows how long and my shriveled up heart can't take all this unraveling he's effortlessly doing.

When we get inside, the soft lights above us do nothing in comparison to the ones just a few feet outside the building. I don't expect much though, we did come to a nook in New York for a burlesque show. The only seats available are in the front row, confusing me a bit. Who wouldn't want to sit in the front row? There's way more space than I thought there would be, and a lot more people to hold in. We weave our way through, quickly sitting at our table.

"I wonder why no one wants to sit upfront?" I whisper to Harry who's sitting next to me. The circle tables provided for us are useless to people like Harry and me, needing to be close in proximity.

"You'll see why." He says expectantly. I side-eye him, he sounds cryptic and I don't know how to feel about this.

The lights flicker, a voice from the loudspeaker shrieks throughout the room. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Glad you could join us. Make yourselves comfortable, fifteen minutes till the first act!"

"Hey, uh would you like to order some drinks?"

"Oh, yea. I'll have a martini." I say this, remembering that the conversation of age never came up between us.

"So, you're the drinking age." He quips. "That's good to know." He smiled sheepishly. There's no sign of discomfort or embarrassment, just a funny realization. I'm just glad he's fine with my age and not turned off from the low number under my belt.

"So, you're okay with me being younger?" I ask, genuinely surprised he's taking this so easily.

"You're legal, I see no problem. But your drinking choice is questionable." He makes a joke, discreetly breaking the ice. He's a lot more attentive when it's just me and him alone. I enjoy him talking.

"Harry, is that you?" We are interpreted by a voice behind us. It sounds vaguely familiar, I can't put my finger on it. My assumptions on who it is are cut short when a tall slim figure comes into view.

The first thing my eyes go to is her chest, it's decorated in pearls, slightly tanned. Painfully red. I can just feel the throbbing of her skin from the sweltering heat. It's the women I used to sit with at the pool.

"Yeah?" He turns his head, "Oh, Mrs. Bradshaw. Back for some more I see!" He smiles, truly pleased she's shown her presence for what I'm assuming is the second time in a short amount of time.

"Why of course! You've given me and the girls a place to hang out, and I have to say Harry, wonderful taste!"

I listen in on the conversation going on around me, giving them my undivided attention. The only thing is I look like I'm spacing out cause I'm frozen staring directly at the empty stage in front of me. I'm on the verge of zoning out. It's not that I don't care about the conversation, it's just I've never been one for interacting with people. I always say crude and crass things one like myself shouldn't be so confident saying it in front of others.

Harry doesn't seem to mind my quietness as he continues his conversation with the lady.

He goes to introduce me. "Mrs. Bradshaw this is-"

"Oh look at that, they're coming this way!" Her words are dragging along the floor, probably from all the drinks she's consumed while being here. A sworn of bees they sound like, calling out his name. Each lady starts their tangent over the excitement they have about the facility.

Harry seems to be a regular here or comes here often enough to give this place a recommendation. In my own world, spacing out I feel someone tap my shoulder. It's the lady who told me she saw Harry and I leaving the locker room.

"Hiya, toots." She nudges me. "What happened to no one knowing." Her knowing smile would normally annoying the absolute fuck out of me if it was anyone else, but she seems more tolerable than the rest of her group.

"You've seen what he looks like," I chuckle. "It's not an easy thing to do."

"Can't really ignore it, now can you."

"Definitely not." She smiles and rests her hand on my shoulder. She winks and silently departs from our table.

"I see you've brought a friend," my thoughts are interrupted by a voice next to Harry. She knows she saw me when she first came up to us, she's doing a shit job at pretending she didn't.

Her use of the word friend fuels my anger, first, she ignores me completely, then when Harry tries to introduce me she skips over me like I'm a piece of gum on the floor. I'm trying my hardest to stay calm, not wanting to ruin the night. Plus, I want to watch the show.

"I wouldn't use the word 'friend'. My name is Love, but Harry calls me Amor." I remember when he told me what he said to the ladies of Kings County, basking in the lead up to their stunned faces.

"This is who I was telling you about the other day." He sounds elated that he can show me off, not even caring how mind-boggling mad they'll all be for the rest of the night with the new information they just learned.

I don't stick out my hand for her to shake, looking straight into her eyes with a small smile.

"How wonderful, Harry." She clasps her hands together, holding them close to her chest.

"We were just going to order drinks. So, if you ladies don't mind, I'd love to get back to my hotter than the sun date!" I wink at her, throwing in her little nickname for Harry. A stifled laugh gets stuck in Harry's throat, failing miserably to hide his true feelings about this whole situation.

One by one they silently leave, filing into the booth in the back. Shame. What a waste of an experience. Why does no one want to sit upfront? Harry orders us drinks, his hand never leaving my thigh even as he speaks to the waitress to keep his tab open. The music cuts out, the lights dim and a new track starts.

♫ Show Me How You Burlesque by Christine Aguilera

"I know this, oh my god."

"The dance or the song?" He asks way too fast for my liking.

"Both, why?"

He ignores my question. He brings his hand to his face, sticking his pointer and middle finger from each hand into the corners of his mouth and blowing so hard. The sound that leaves his lips causes me to flinch at the volume, instinctively my hands go to cover my ears. My attention goes back to Harry who is now crazily pointing at me while looking across the room. I flutter my eyes between Harry and who he's communicating with.

A flock of feathers and fishnet stockings comes barreling in my direction, the beautiful women have their hands out reaching for me, bright smiles and smirks are all I see. This is the first time I can say I truly feel intimidated. I grab the first hand I see, not prepared to be peeled away from Harry's grasp and towards the stairs to the stage. The panic I get before getting on a stage courses through my body, the excitement of being put on the spot. It's all so exhilarating. I look at Harry, my arm forcibly being pulled from the socket. He gives me two thumbs up.

I rolled my eyes, now understanding why no one was sitting upfront. They like bringing people up on stage. The only difference is they have no idea how much I've wanted to get up here and dance since I entered.

"We say, hey, here come the ladies about to give a little show"

They sing out to me, crouching around me. Like they're waiting for something. I'm about a hundred percent sure Harry sat us in the interactive section of the show. I can only guess they're waiting for me. The thing is mc I've had this dance engraved in my brain since I was eight. It comes to me like muscle memory. My shoulders begin to sway as I catch onto the beat, the girls sway along with me, their show faces on ten, hyping me up with their mimicked moves. As if I'm a part of their show they get into formation, all in spots and ques going around me while I dance in the middle. The woman all dance around me, twirling in their beautiful costumes. Dancing has always been the best way I communicate, my body always doing enough talking for me. Being on stage isn't a foreign feeling, I strive for a career where I can dance, wear banging ass outfits and not have a care in the world with who's watching.

Right now the only feeling I have is happy. My feet are quick as my body fluidly follows closely behind. My emotions are strong and my chest is heaving, adrenaline pumps through my veins. This is the best feeling. I watch Harry, watch me from the stage. He's snapping and moving in his seat. His genuine smile as he watches me on stage has my stomach in knots and my cheeks ache from smiling so hard. I just want to kiss him. He doesn't even realize how much of a dream this was for me, him giving it to me and enjoying my excitement makes me feel things I haven't felt ever.The music is so extremely loud, and the energy is at an all time high. I don't even register the crowd cheering and yelling in my direction. The song comes to its end and they incorporate seating me where they snatched me from. Cooing at me and showering me with compliments in my ear, all their words swirling around my head. Filling me up to the brim with an ego boost I did not need.

I'm gonna be riding this high for the rest of the night and my happiness only brings my attention straight to Harry who is smiling so adoringly at me. I shake my head, pulling his face towards mine, his lips crash onto mine. The second his lips touch, The exhale I let out sounds borderline pornographic. I give no fucks if someone can hear me, hell I don't even care if they see. The kiss is quick, nowhere near enough for us both. We take in deep breaths, our faces only a fraction away from each other.

"Having fun?" He asks. A big smirk adorns his face knowing I kissed him because I am so happy about what just happened.

"Not as much fun as I'll be having with you later, but this is a close second." I involuntarily looked at his lips, then back to his eyes.

He noticeable gulps, choking on nothing. He pats his chest a couple of times, holding back a laugh I know he wants to let out. He always reacts this way, and I can't bring myself to mind. It's endearing and unintentionally sexy.

Our drinks came while I was on stage, so I grabbed my glass and sip from the tiny red straw. I try my hardest to hide my smile, not wanting to mock his amateur behavior. He speaks in my ear, guiding me through our night. We stay for four more dances, which leads me to three drinks into the night. Nowhere near enough to get me drunk, but enough to lower my inhibitions.

Next on the itinerary is a club, the night is young. It was only ten o'clock.

♫ You Make Me Wanna by Usher

The conversation is flowing naturally and I don't think I have laughed so much in my life. Between the flirty words we exchange, he has yet to break physical contact with me. His pointer will softly rub at my knee, or he'll run his fingertips up and down my thigh, talking softly and tenderly. The eye contact is becoming so heavy, I want nothing more than to take him home and have my way with him.

He's effortlessly beautiful, I feel the need to hold my breath so I don't ruin him somehow. Out of the blue, Harry grabs my hand and guides me out of the building. He's quick with his steps as he leads me to the car.

"Can you drive?" I ask.

"Yes, I only had one drink." He assured me.

He proceeds to buckle me in, "to ease the mind."

It doesn't take long to reach our second location, the music is unbelievably loud and the crowd of people at the front of the club bursts my social balloon.

"We aren't staying here long, I may not know you well, but I know enough to know this isn't your crowd." He takes in my face, I'm terrible at hiding my distaste for things. "There's someone who wants to meet you."

"It's a little early to be meeting the parents, don't you think?" I quip, too proud of myself for that joke.

"I- no, what? Ha! No, that's not what I-"

"I was joking, don't shit yourself!" I laugh at his now pale face.

We walk through the room, all the way to the VIP section of the club. A bouncer is near the velvet rope, keeping people from getting in. We walk through the small group of people, being let in immediately. I don't say anything, waiting for some type of context clues with the situation at hand. I get nothing. I recognize nobody, I don't even know who Harry would know that I just so happen to know too? Other than the women in our neighborhood.

"Harry!" I turn my head at the sound of his name, being met with a tall, dark-skinned man. His face is kind and full of life, he seems genuinely excited to be here. "Just the person I was looking for.

"I've been getting videos, texts, and phone calls for the past hour, did you bring her with you?" He asks, looking around Harry's vicinity. I giggled at his face, eyebrows lifted, eyes frantically looking for this woman. I'm tucked away behind Harry, holding his hand tightly. I peek from behind him, smiling softly.

"Videos of what?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me. "Also, who's her?"

"He's talking about you." He pulls me from behind him, wrapping his arm around my body. "This is who wants to meet you. Love, this is Sterling Ford"

"Good evening Mr. Ford,"

"Please, call me Sterling!" He laughs. "I like her!"

He stares at Harry, taking his arm and pulling him into a hug.

"Like isn't a good enough word, old friend."

Old friend? Now this interaction makes a little more sense.

"You've caused a big stir at The Garden." He says as if I'm supposed to know what he is saying. I give him a look, tilting my head in question.

"He owns the burlesque joint we just left." He says casually.

"Yes, and I texted Harry right after I heard about your performance. Everyone loved it!" He yells over the music in the club. "Would you like to work for me?"

"What?"

"Just say yes!"

"Yes."

"No, I need a ye- wait. Yes?"

"Yes." I don't even hesitate to say yes, it's my dream job. This can open so many doors for me, dancing every night and getting paid for it? I'm already drooling from how pleasant that sounds.

"Great! I'll get your number from Harry, we can work something out as soon as my schedule clears up. Except for a call from me within the week." He reaches out for my hand and I gladly take it.

"Thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me!" I firmly shake his hand.

"No, kid. Thank you, we haven't gotten that much positive feedback in a while! You could be my ticket to fame." He takes his hands and glides them across the air, like he can see the stars as he speaks. He sucks his teeth and shakes his head, his phone rings breaking his train of thought. "Money calls!" He walks away without another sound, his lips move a million miles a minute as he walks away to take his call.

"What the fuck just happened."

"Exactly what should have happened." He watches me stare at him in shock. I can't stop the giggle that leaves my lips, not believing I just got my dream job from simply enjoying my night out with Harry.

"Thank you, Harry." I look up at him, only now grasping how this was all his doing.

"Don't thank me. Your dancing did all the talking." What he says causes me to stop in track, I smile at his words.

At this moment, I now realize that Harry understands me. Weirdly, these past two days have been astronomically better with him in my life. I find myself wanting him around more and more.

[esnyshire]

amateur PT. 3

summary: In part three of amateur we finally get to hear what goes on in Harry’s head. With a twist of course. Submitting is the last thing on his mind.

warning: nervous Harry, public sexual conduct, the support from Love, first time oral exploration, dom moments, Harry tries hard

wc: 4.8k

HARRY P.O.V

For the entirety of my shift, Love has been teasing me. Her soft touches all over my body, lingering in dangerous areas. I am being publicly tortured. I'm so wound up from her watching me earlier in the locker room and now her in that bikini is doing nothing to help calm me down.

Every move she makes is calculated, and she does it with a smile on her face. She's antagonizing me. She plays it off well, nobody noticing how seductive she's becoming as time passes in this crowded pool. Her skin is hot from the sun as it glides against my own, it's addictive the way she touches me. I never want her to stop, she makes me feel like I'm being slowly dragged to hell for all the nasty things I've daydreamed about doing with her while simultaneously ascending to heaven with how beautiful she is.

I'm still on shift, so I have to focus on the resident children swimming. Love is a constant distraction, I lose sight of her for a fragment of a second only to feel her swimming between my legs, grabbing my thighs and leaving soft nibbles on my skin.

At this point I want her to take me away from all these people and take advantage of me, to use me and abuse me. I'm entranced with the way she talks, so confident and unapologetic.

She's like a waterfall, pushing and flowing down the rough edges of the rocks, filling up every crevice and crack. Ive never wanted someone as much as I want her. Her words weave their way into every corner of my brain, taking over every one of my senses. Leaving no room for anyone else.

In the short amount time getting to know Love, I've noticed she barely talks to people. I'm also very aware she never actually spoke to the women she sat with all the times. It's humorous to have knowledge of what they've spoken of me so freely in front of her. Seeing us interact for two days straight must be a big shock to them. I haven't noticed because I can't even concentrate on anything else but Love. She is at the forefront of my mind, night and day. Her plush lips are softly brushing against each other as her words leave her mouth, while she converses with her friends. Her long dirty blonde hair is draped over her back as small droplets drip front the ends of it, leaving wet marks on the top of her exposed ass. She has a glow to her, her new tan accentuating her toned dancer body.

That's one new thing I've learned about her, she's a dancer and a damn good one. I also learned that she has a dance partner.

I'm not mad cause he's male, that would be childish of me. I'm more focused on him touching her, and her enjoying it. I don't think I can give her what she wants, I don't have it in me to take the lead. I can't even imagine me doing the things she's done to me, I think I would pass out from the pressure of it all. I want to, so badly that it physically hurts me to know someone can please her in ways I can't.

I barely know her and already can't stand the thought of someone getting her the way I have, a tight burning feeling forms in the middle of my chest just thinking about it. She's enigmatic to the point where I find myself ready to show her exactly what I want to do to her, and I've never taken control of anything in my life.

I watch her walk around mingling, smiling, and laughing with her friends. I can't help but wonder if she would ever let me take control if I decided to. She seems to be dominant, in almost every aspect of her life. Even though I'm on the clock I've been watching attentively. Her friends rely on her a lot, to keep the conversation going, or else they would be lost. Wherever she goes they follow.

It's mesmerizing.

The pool closes in five minutes, which means I get to be alone with her again.

I need to prepare myself for Love. I never know what she's going to do or say. My palms are sweaty and my heart is beating so fast I feel it could jump out from my chest. I have no control over my body as I make my way to the lockers. My  legs begin to go numb, it's like millions of needles are poking me with every step I take. I search for her in the crowd of people leaving, when my eyes land on her rage boils in my stomach. She is hugging her partner.

He wraps his arms around her waist and hoists her off her feet, a squeal leaves her lips as she smiles the biggest smile I've seen since I met her. I don't normally get mad so easily, but seeing her be playful and touchy with someone else only makes me want to take control even more. I need to show her that I'm willing to do certain things. I turn around before she can see I'm watching and make my way to the lockers.

It's normal, I remind myself. It's okay that I'm not experienced. She's okay with it, she finds a thrill in my willingness to give her the reins. I don't think she would've continued with her cat and mouse game if she wasn't okay with the answers I gave to her questions the first day she came into the locker room.

The turmoil within myself suddenly disappears, it wouldn't hurt to try something new with her, I feel comfortable. I remind myself how crazy I sound considering I just met this woman. But it's true and I'm not running from it. That doesn't come easily from me either, to trust someone so quickly the way I have with Love.

Love, what have you done to me?

I fumble with the lock to my locker and slow down my breathing. My mouth dries instantly when my ears register the slow creak of the door. I hear the pads of her feet lightly hit the floor as she makes her way to me. I lean my head against the cold metal and take a deep breath in. I don't know if I should be nervous or mad.

Maybe both.

Most definitely both.

I feel her hands run down my back, sliding to my sides and wrapping her arms around my torso. She's warm and her skin is so soft, a weird contrast considering she was in the cold chlorine water that should have made her skin cool and dry. She's an enigma, in all aspects. I can't get my head around her giving me the time of day, she's the polar opposite of me. She needs someone who can match her in every way possible and I'm so obviously not that.

Before I can think too hard about what I'm doing I reach for her left arm that is tightly wrapped around me and pull her to stand in front of me, she is taken off guard by my swift movement. Although I'm nervous and feel like I might pass out I smile a little, seeing a little bit of me in her right now. The look on her face pushes me to continue with my dominance. I take both her wrists and lift them above her head. I hold both wrists in one hand and pushing them against the locker. A rush of pressure surges through my body and goes straight to my dick. This feels amazing and I've barely done anything. I lick my lips, getting ready to speak, " I feel like you're doing all this on purpose"

"Wha-"

"I wasn't finished speaking." I cut her off as I bring my lips close to her neck, ghosting them on the cartilage of her ear.

"You walk around my pool, all confident and sexy. You suck me off in the locker room then act as if nothing happened. Is it that easy for you? Teasing me like that and you just walk away fine." I say putting some base in my voice, trying to hide the nervous shutters forming in my chest. I'm out of my depths here but this feels way too good to stop now.

"It's not easy," The tone in her voice is condescending, letting me know I was wrong in my thinking. "You are a sight, you know that Harry?"

She pushed her back off the locker, hands remaining confined behind her as her breasts press firmly against my chest. "Every time I leave this locker room, I'm dripping for you, my dirty boy." She smiles as she finishes her sentence, pleased with her new nickname for me.

"How come you never told me?" My curiosity gets the best of me and I start to slip into my submissive behavior as she tries to take control again.

"It was for you to enjoy, not me. You needed it more." A thin layer of water coats her eyes like she's in pain being constricted the way I have her. I stare into her eyes as my fingers glide across her bare skin to her breasts.

I circle the pads of my fingers around her right nipple, teasing her with small pinches. I flatten my palm on her chest and harshly push her back against the locker. A small gasp escaped her lips, from the contact of the cold metal. I politely push aside her bikini top exposing her hard nipple and squeeze lightly to get a reaction out of her. Her back arches and her mouth falls open in the most perfect O shape, I feel my cock twitch. He's begging me to stuff her, but I've got to be patient. I have plans for Love. I lean forward and attach my greedy mouth to her rock hard nipple. I suckle like I'm being fed the last supper. I remove my mouth and look into her foggy eyes.

"I appreciate your kindness," I say under my breath. "But I can't forget about your needs just cause I haven't done much before I met you." She looks at me with wide eyes, noticeably surprised. "It's my turn to take control, that's okay with you?" She takes in my face and slowly nods. My lips quirk up, knowing the words that are about to leave my mouth will hold so much irony.

"Use your words, Love," I steal the same exact words she's said to me every time I couldn't get my mouth to work.

She'll never fully realizes how hard it is for me to speak. I was pretty much a mute for most of my childhood and some teen years, only when I got proper speech therapy did I speak. Even then it was hard for me to actively participate in conversations. The day she approached me on my chair, I knew she was making her way to me before she even got halfway around the pool. I have been admiring her since she first came to the pool, in the same spot with the same expressionless face.

"Yes," she rushes out, "Please."

I don't know what I'm doing, or if what I'm doing is correct. I just go with it. I bend down just enough that our lips are in reaching distance and I waste no time in connecting them. The kiss is passionate and hot, like I've starved her just so that in this moment she can devour me to her heart's content. Her lips taste of cherry and lemon chapstick, if she was a candy my lips would be puckered and my eyes would be squeezed shut tight. I'd take the temporary pain and wait for the savory taste of her soft-centered core.

Just from the way she eagerly gave in to my request has my dick throbbing in my swimming trunks. I'm brought back to reality when I hear a small whimper leave the back of Love's throat.

Her hair is a frizzy mess, while her cheeks are a beautiful shade of deep red. I snake my hand up to the back of her neck and comb my fingers through her scalp, I close my fist on the hair between my fingers and pull her lips away from mine. Just from the way she focuses on my face, my legs feel weak. It takes all my willpower not to fall to my knees and let her do what she wants. But I need to do this, for me and Love.

I let go of her hands that are confined above her head and pull her into my body. My hands explore all over her, gripping and kneading at her soft skin. She's so beautiful, I swear I've imagined her. That none of this is happening and I'm just having a very nice dream.

I slowly drag my hand down her back, while I tighten my other in her hair pulling her back to my lips. I take a handful of her ass and lift her off from the floor. She wraps her legs around my hips and pushes her lips so hard on mine I feel like all the breath in my chest has been knocked out of me. I'm being overstimulated, all I can focus about is her body pressed to mine. I've never been challenged sexually before. To be with someone who waits on you to make a move. It's foreign and maddening knowing I have to initiate everything.

I can do this.

I push her against the locker, and my lips leave hers for the second time. The look on her face shows she's not pleased but doesn't say anything to protest.

"I've never been good with words," my hand smooths the skin on her back, and her breasts push up against me. I roll my eyes, it's seriously infuriating going this slow but it feels good to be in control. I want to drag this out a bit, it's something Love would do. "but you make me want to learn every word imaginable so I can describe to you how I feel right now," I whisper out, my eyes roam over her face.

"You make me talk during times I normally wouldn't even be able to form a sentence, you've pushed me so far off the edge. I can't believe I'm even doing this." I speak some truth in the moment, hoping to calm myself down with all the doubts swarming my head.

"That's what I wanted," she nudges her nose against mine. "I knew you had it in you. Now, why don't you show me what you can do, my sweet boy." The innocent nickname slides off her tongue with ease and the switch from dirty to sweet has my skin crawl with excitement.

I bring my hand to her chest and slowly inch up to her neck, grabbing her jaw, I bring my face close to hers. Her hot breath fans over my lips as I wait for a signal to continue. She lifts her chin and grabs my wrist, guiding it to her neck. I watch her intensively as she takes my thumb and middle finger, placing them over two prominent veins. She places her hand over mine and begins to put pressure on my two fingers. Her veins plump up, seeming to cut off the circulation to her head. It's then that I realize she's teaching me how to choke her the proper way. My eyes widen. Looking directly to hers, she nods in understanding that this is something that I'm not used to. I've never put my hand around a woman's neck before and I most definitely didn't know it was something that was done during sex.

This just reminds me again that there are more experienced people who can handle this type of pressure and power. They would relish this feeling and not want to cower in a corner just how I want to right now. A beautiful woman is clinging to my body and I can't get this feeling of uncertainty off my chest. I try to push all my thoughts to the side and enjoy everything happening to my body.

Her eyes are reassuring, calming the panic that started to form in my gut. I continue my actions by loosening my hand from her hair. Guiding my hands to her hip bones, I massage her skin. I rub my pointer finger over her center, through the thick fabric of her bikini. A whimper leaves her lips as I begin to draw circles on her clit. Her back arches from my slow tantalizing motions, I can't take my eyes off her body.

I yank her by her neck, so quickly her hair flies forward over her face. She inhales harshly, in bliss with my newfound toughness.

"I want your pretty lips on mine," I say proudly. She smiles at my request and leans in. I stop her movements by putting more pressure on her neck. We are centimeters away from each other and I feel like I'm going to suffocate. I don't know how much more I can handle, I push through though. "Other lips, Love." The smirk on my face grows as her smile begins to fade.

This is exactly what she wanted, and she's going to get it. I keep reminding myself to continue. She likes it, she wants this just as much as I do.

"Have you done this before?"

"No, but there's a first for everything. Yeah?"

Her body goes limp around mine, stumbling as she lands on two feet. My hands feel every inch of skin she allows me to, grabbing and rubbing as I make my way to my knees. I kiss every part that comes in contact with my lips. Savoring every flip of my stomach her soft skin brings me.

I'm now looking up at her, the difference in our height normally is comical. Now having the roles reversed I can't imagine being so confident while someone towers over me like a tree.

"Don't be shy, take them off." She whispers out.

I harshly gulp, and bring my hands to the strings of her bikini bottoms and pull slowly as I hold eye contact with her. As she looks down at me I can't help but smile at her, although I'm the one on my knees I'm still in control.

She's letting me keep control. I'm thankful. I am.

But, I feel like I'm drowning.

Oh god, help me.

"You okay?"

I feel like the only reason she's asking me that is because I physically look like I'm losing the ability to breathe. My face feels hot and my hands are shaking. It's no secret anymore that I'm nervous, I'm not hiding it as well as I think I am. I'm not okay at all. She can't know that, that will only give her back the power I so eagerly pushed on myself.

"Don't worry about me Love," I puff out my chest just a little to hide my nervousness as I reach for her hips. "Just put that pretty little pussy on my face."

My head takes a spot between her legs, kissing at her pelvic bone. I leave wet kisses everywhere else but where I know she needs me most. It's fun teasing her, hearing her whines and whimpers. Just when I place a sloppy kiss on the top of her clit, a soft exhale of air comes from the depths of her chest. My tongue darts out and slowly trace circles around her clit.

I pucker my lips around her and suck on her like a lollipop, her hand shoots to my head weaving her fingers through my hair. She grips my hair and pushes me to her center, pressing my nose against her soft pillowy skin.

She's trying to suffocate me with her pussy, and I can't seem to complain. It would be a wonderful way to die.

"Oh." She cries out softly.

Her breathing is heavy, pants coming from her like she's struggling to fill her lungs. As her legs begin to shake I grab hold of her ass in a way to give her a seat to leave back on. Her hips start to grind against my face as I pick up the pace of my tongue, lapping and slurping up every drop of her. I detach my mouth from her clit, her warm legs no longer squishing my face with comfort.

"What's my name, Love?" I look up, her eyes are hooded and glossed over. I soon slip into a comfortable state, feeling way too buzzed with adrenaline to even think about how nervous I was just a few minutes ago.

She hasn't even been talking like she usually does, so bravely speaking in times like this is her specialty. Hearing nothing from her causes a pang of worry to course through my body.

"Are you o-"

"Harry, please don't stop," she breathily lets out rushed words. Her voice is strained like she's been holding in a scream for ages.

"Touch me, I need you to touch me."

I keep eye contact with her as I bring my hand to her center, my middle and ring finger find her clit and I begin to rub on her nub ever so softly. She's so wet, her cum is already dripping down her legs.

My mouth begins to salivate just from the sight of her sweet nectar. I slide my fingers to her entrance and slowly push in, my face takes its place back between her legs.

As I look up from my position, on my knees, admiring the beautiful women who's stood above me. Writhing in pleasure, mouth agape, and to add the cherry on top she's a mesmerizing shade of red. Her hair is a frizzy mess and she's groping her breast in a way to occupy her needy hands.

The small glimpse of her I get in this moment causes a moan to leave my lips, straight onto her clit. My eyes roll to the back of my head as goosebumps erupt all over my body. She's so fucking beautiful, I know I've said I might pass out but I think now I'm most definitely going to pass out.

The vibration of my moan causes her to arch her back, her pussy clenches on my fingers in quick spurts. As I glide my fingers up, I feel a quarter-sized lump on the inner wall of her vagina. I slowly press my two fingers against it, which elicits a loud moan to leave her chest.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She squeezes her breasts unbelievably hard and I feel myself twitch in my trunks. Good god.

I take note and continue my movements, quickening my pace with my fingers along with my mouth.

Her legs are weak and noise is constantly flowing from her mouth, each sound from her teaches me things I never knew were possible. She's so reactive and without words helping me, just watching her come undone has me throbbing. I can feel my pre-cum soaking the front of my trunks.

I find the courage to speak, "You look so beautiful from down here." I wait for her reply. "Fuck, you're so hot." My fingers continue their tantalizing movements

"I know exactly what you mean," she stops mid-sentence, a gasp leaving her soft pink lips. "why do you think I love doing it to you?"

Through all her pleasure she finds the strength to smirk at me, biting her bottom lip as she softly giggles only to be stifled by a moan.

"Let go for me, Amor."

I latched back onto her clit, sucking and circling. I try and spell my name with my tongue, first and last. I close my eyes enjoying her taste and smell. How soft her skin feels on my face, how her pussy juice is slowly dripping down my jaw and neck, coating my mustache in her clear shiny cum. I can just imagine it glistening like a freshly cleaned diamond as she looks down at me.

She grabs onto my shoulders, roughly digging her nails into my skin. She's hunched over me, gasping for air as she reaches her high.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, that feels so good!" She yells at me.

"Just like that baby, shit!" She praises.

"Oh god, oh god. Fucking hell!" She pleads.

It's like all the words she was trying to get out this whole time let loose once she did, a never-ending damn flow of water spewing out of her mouth. I let her ride out her high, flicking my tongue over her now engorged clit. I slowly slide my fingers out and looking at my hand. It's covered in her juices.

I take my hand to my mouth and suck at the two fingers I just had in her. Licking everything up, staring at her the entire time. I stand to my towering height and grab her face and force our mouths together.

The kiss is rough, lips are smushed and wet from the leftovers on my face. I'd give up all my riches just to kiss her whenever I'd like. She sighs into the kiss and her body goes limp, if I wasn't practically holding her up I'd do the same thing.

We separate from the kiss, panting from the lack of oxygen due to our recklessness, I'd much rather kiss her than breath.

"You sure you've never done this before?" She lazily smiles, a cackle leaves her small body as her chest jumps up from laughter.

I shake my head smiling down at the floor, "Yeah, I'm sure."

I unlock my locker and grab a fresh towel and clean her up to the best of my ability. I chuck the towel in the laundry bin and grab her bikini from the floor. I slip it in between her legs, covering her core. I grab the strings and tie a small bow, then proceed to do the same for the other side. My movements are slow and when I finish I gently brush the pads of my fingers across her hip. My touches are delicate and deliberate, I want nothing from her. If anything I want to do more for her.

"How about we get out of here, and go out tonight? I've only ever seen you in a bikini, your dancing clothes, and well, naked." I chuckle at the thought of skipping so many steps when finally having sex with someone. It's not usually oral? And never the first day you meet?

Right?

"I'd like that a lot. Plus, I get to dress up for you." Her eyes focus on my lips then on my eyes, then back to my lips.

My cheeks heat up, just as my chest inflates with a big gasp of air. The thought of her dressing up for me causes butterflies to form in my stomach. Tickling my insides so much I feel the need to squirm.

"Great. I'll pick you up. How does 9 sound?" I timidly ask, trying not to show how excited I am to see her a second time in a day. She makes me feel good, the best I've felt in a while.

"Ok, but you have to walk me to my car."

Perfect, I want to kiss her.

"Let's get dressed, Love."

I quickly get dressed and grab my bag, locking my locker and the pool. We make small talk as we walk to the parking lot, exchanging numbers and her address.

"Are you gonna tell me where we are going?" She asks expectantly.

"I think I'd like to keep that a secret if you don't mind?" As we get to her car the sunset beside us leaves a shadow across half of her face, the glow from her light brown eyes knocking the breath out of me. The highlights in her hair glow from the sun cascading off her.

I can't help but admire Love.

"How am I supposed to know how to dress?" She quirks her eyebrow up at me. I giggle at her silly face and turn to face her.

I stroke her cheek with my hand and speak, "it's not fancy," I can't help but enjoy this adrenaline rush that's still coursing through me. "Wear something that will make you the center of attention."

"That's easy."

[esnyshire]

amateur PT. 2

summary: In part two of amateur, Love visits Harry at the pool again. This time she gets a front row seat to some self-gratification.

warning: some humiliation, masturbation, public sexual conduct, and voyeurism, this was lightly edited

wc: 2.8k

♫ Bam Bam by Sister Nancy

There was no chance in making it to the pool early today, my dance coach called for an emergency team meeting. Something about a co-captain breaking her leg. Which called for a whole new formation for our choreography. I try not disappoint anyone in my life, and although dance is my life I still felt guilty for leaving Harry hanging. In order to make everyone happy I decided to invite a couple of dance friends to the pool, and by a couple I mean the whole dance class.

A big stereo follows behind me blasting music so loud I feel the floor tremble every step I take. The pool is usually filled with neighboring residents, so seeing a groups of strangers enter gets them staring.

"Ladies." I make my presence known. My friends crowd around me at the empty picnic table. Everyone settles in and i scope the area for the one person I've been thinking about since I left the pool the other day, my lifeguard. Except when I look, the chair is empty. He's not here.

It's silly of me to be so excited to see Harry, but this is the most fun I've had in a while and seeing him for a second day in a row doesn't sound too bad.

"Harry's on break, babygirl." The use of his name directs me to behind me. She's alone.

"What makes you think I'm looking for him, ma'am?"

"Ma'am? Oh baby cut the shit, I saw you leave with him out that locker yesterday." She points to the lockers and chuckles.

I look over and see a sign hung on the door that says 'on lunch'.

I swallow my pride and apologize "I'm sorry for lying, I just don't want anyone to know."

"I don't see why, but no worries darlin'." She chews her gum loudly, silently judging me. She even snickers at me as she reads her magazine. I thank her and make my way to the lockers.

When i open the door and focus on his back in the corner of the room, goosebumps erupt on my skin and my cheeks flare up from the heat. His beautiful skin is a shade darker from when I last saw him. I find myself dazed in his looks. What throws me off the most is his hand, gripping the wall above his head. Heavy, uncontrolled breathing catches my ear. His soft moans are music to my ears. His tricep is shaking violently and his head slowly falls back. My eyes scour his body and land on the band of his trunks that are pulled down slightly. Just enough to show the top of his ass crack.

My stomach flips at the thought of him choosing such a public area to do this in. He doesn't seem like the type to do something like this, where he can easily get caught. I can only hope that what happened yesterday between us, has given him enough courage to want to try new things.

I can teach him a lot. He wouldn't know what to do with all the information I could give to him. How to touch a woman the proper way, to listen and pick up on what they like or dislike. How rough he should be. Just how good it feels to be soft with someone, and sexy when needed. My imagination of the endless possibilities are interrupted, the softest of moans I've ever heard leaves his pretty lips. It's over before it starts and he sounds so salacious my palms begin to sweat.

My thighs squeeze together from arousal. I feel my breathing become shallow as I watch him touch himself, unaware that I'm in the locker room with him.

A moan sneaks it's way up my throat as I witness his hand violently stroke his dick, he buckles under the pleasure. He immediately tucks himself back into his pants and pushes himself off the wall. His face is red and the sweat from his hard work is evident on his forehead. Loose strands of hair stick to his skin, he may have concealed himself but his heavy breathing is a dead giveaway.

I've had my fair share of both men and woman, but Harry is simply the most beautiful man I've ever seen. My body screams for him to touch me.

He visibly relaxes when he sees it's just me. I'm no better than a man cause for the first time since entering I see Harry in his whole glory and choke on my spit when I see the bulge in his pants. He's so hard you can see it throbbing through his trunks. I don't think my legs can clench anymore harder than they already are.

Fuck, I love those swimming trunks.

"Don't stop now, I was just starting to enjoy the show,"

"I- I was just-" I smile at him as he stumbles over his words.

"Keep going," I encourage him.

His eyes widen at my request, not expecting me to ask him to touch himself again. "What?"

I lift my chin at him. "Go on."

He hesitates, but eventually he brings his hand to his chest, his palm covers majority of his moth tattoo. My mouth waters at the idea of him performing self-gratification. He begins his voyage to the spot I'm dying for him touch. His teases the elastic of his trunks, finding the courage to continue. I inhale sharply when he does, not realizing I was holding my breath in the first place. He lowers them and his cock springs out, hitting him on his stomach.

The head of his cock is a deep pink, the same color as his lips. He's swollen and crying out for help, oozing with pre-cum. My nails dig so hard into my palms, I might break skin. I grab my clothes, i need to ground myself. I'm open to try anything just so I don't pass the fuck out. He takes hold of himself and begins to stroke at a speed so slow, I feel my ears start to ring from the pressure in my head. His eyes are low and glossed over with a look of pure lust. I'm fully dressed but I feel completely naked. The way he's looking at me, I feel like I should be naked.

Then an idea pops into my mind. The only thing harder than standing while masturbating is speaking. So, I begin my interrogation.

"Why are you touching yourself at work?"

His eyebrows scrunch and his nose crinkles as the question leaves my lips. He doesn't answer so I continue my parade of questions.

"Did something rile you up? You just couldn't wait to take care of yourself after work?" I focus on his face as I ask my question, to see if he tells the truth or not.

He nods to my questions. I smirk. "You know that's not what I want." I quirk my eyebrows at him, putting my hands on my hips. "I want you to use your words for me."

I don't have it in me to just stand here and not do anything anymore. He keeps stroking himself as his eyelids flutter close, excitement and anger coil in my stomach as he ignores my question.

"Use your damn words." The venom in my voice grabs his attention.

"Yes, oh god yes I couldn't hold out any longer."

"Was it someone at the pool?" I don't want to think of someone else making him feel the way I do. I look away, embarrassed that if his answer is yes I'll be crushed.

"W- What? No," He stops touching himself to answer my question. "Are you jealous?"

My head whips back up to look at him. He has a smirk on his face, it's obvious I've piqued his interest with this conversation.

"If I was, so what," I state harshly. I don't like where this is going.

"That's so hot." He whispers under his breath, giving my body a once-over. I suddenly get a wave of shyness that washes over me and I begin to blush, heat creeping up on my face.

I ignore his statement. "What was it then?"

"You," His hand begins to pick back up speed, roughly stroking his dick. I was the reason why he's so worked up. I feel bold enough that I might strip right now and fuck him against the lockers.

"I can't stop thinking about you on your knees." His words have my legs clenching against each other. I bring my hands to my hair and comb through my curls, trying to calm myself down. I'm so excited i don't think I can form sentences. The room feels cloudy, I can't handle it anymore.

"I'm gonna change in here if that's okay with you." I take my bag from my shoulder and sift through it. He stops stroking and looks at my bag and back to my face.

"Nobody told you to stop," I set my bag down next to my feet. I place my bathing suit on top of my bag. He nods his head and picks back up where he left off. I slowly lift my shirt above my head and tossing it to the side.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Love." He moans. I've barely pulled my pants halfway down my ass when I stop in my tracks. The way my name rolls off his tongue sparks a fire in my stomach I haven't felt in a while.

A smile forms on my lips as I twist around and push my pants down so he can get a view of my bare behind. Wearing a thong was the best idea.

"What my name, pretty boy?" I say as my pants slide down my legs, landing around my ankles.

"Love, I'm close Love." It's like he knows I don't want him to come just yet. He's breathless and holding on just for me. I want to suck the soul out of this man.

"Don't cum until I'm done getting dressed," I unhook my bra with one hand and step out my pants. I'm standing across the locker room, in front of Harry in just a thong. The room is hot and our breathing is erratic. My legs are weak and I'm sure his are worse than mine, but that doesn't stop him from his frantic hand movements. If I open my legs i know I'll see a trail of my cum down the inside of my thighs from how worked up he's gotten me. I've only been watching him touch himself for less than ten minutes and I'm already a wet mess.

"You missed me, baby?" I tease.

"Yes." I turn back around to throw my bra in his direction.

"Yes, what?" My breath is shallow as I speak. He grunts in frustration.

"Love, please. I can't take it anymore." He moans each word.

I slip my thong down, not breaking eye contact with Harry as I glide my hands seductively down my legs. I take my time putting on each piece and tying each knot. I touch and tickle my way up and down my body as I watch him lose himself across the room. When the last piece of fabric leaves my fingers with a hard snap to my hip, his body curled into itself and he shivers in pleasure. I finally let the words I know he's ready to beg for leave my lips.

"Come for me Harry, you're such a good boy for waiting for me." My voice is soft and strained from the constant throbbing in between my legs. I could cry from how intense it feels.

His entire body trembles from his orgasm, giving him a full-body workout. His knees buckle and his jaw drops in pleasure.

"Look at me," I demand.

The cum from his orgasm falls to the floor inches away from his bare feet. It's when he connects his eyes with mine that he lets out a beautiful sound, a mix between a greedy moan and a cry for help. I give in to my need to kiss him and notice his eyes start to water. I rush to his corner of the room and crash my lips to his. It's hard and rushed, the familiar taste of sunscreen makes me smile into the kiss. I've missing the way his lips taste even as I kiss him at this moment. I never want it to end.

He wraps his arm around my body and lifts me, standing up straight. He squeezes me, cutting off airflow. I moan into his mouth as I feel his dick rub on my pussy through my bikini. He chuckles as he breaks the kiss.

My legs dangle, he still hasn't let me down. Our noses touch, and his warm breath is fanning over my lips as he speaks. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you."

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I was going to come earlier but I had an emergency," I'm just happy to know I wasn't the only one waiting to see the other.

"That's not what I meant, but better late than never." He sets me down on my feet, towering over my body. His stare is intense and inviting, I want to lock him in my room and never let him leave. He's just so delicious to look at.

I smile at his double meaning, "I brought some friends with me, didn't really want to sit with your fans today." I smirk at him.

"Please don't remind me, they've been asking me all day if I have a girlfriend." His cheeks flush a shade of pink I can only describe as the sweetest taffy pink.

"Yeah? And what did you say?" I lift my right hand to touch his nipple, rubbing and pinching lightly.

"Mm I said I like this curly-headed blonde girl," Me asking him how the conversation went is my jealousy getting in the way. My chest shakes with anger that they decided to talk to him only after I spoke to him. Before this they would just sit, watch Harry and gossip about people from the neighborhood. "I told them, her name was Amor." He rolls the r in my name with emphasis.

I get distracted when he says my name, now he's saying it in Spanish? Dear God save me. I love it.

"I want you to put my stuff in your locker, gives me a reason to see you after your shift." I don't give him the option to say no. I need to see him away from everyone and not in some locker room.

"Okay."

"Okay, what?" I smile at him, knowing he'll give me what I want.

"Okay, Love." I grab his face and give him a quick peck to the lips and hand him my bag

I grab his chin and sneak a quick kiss. "I'll see you outside."

I make my way back to the pool and hear one of my fav grove songs we dance to to warm up at practice is playing. From my peripheral vision, I see Harry take his seat. I'm swiftly grabbed by my dance partner, he moves my hips with his hands as my body rolls with his. Spinning and grinding I lose myself in the music, enjoying every movement. He twirls me around and brings me back into his body, controlling where my body goes. He's holding my body so close to his I can smell his cologne.

He loosens his grip and lifts me up, finishing the dance. We laugh and cheer talking amongst our crew. When my eyes meet my lifeguard the smile I had on quickly leaves when I take in an angry face. His jaw is clenched and his nostrils are flared. He does nothing to hide his distaste for what just happened. I wouldn't say I'm scared or feel guilty. If anything, it turns me on. He's always so shy and quiet, seeing him so angry makes me want to act out even more now.

I'll explain that it's nothing more than years of friendship and trust from being dance partners. I leave my friends and do the only thing I know that will get him to smile. I can't stop the smirk that is plastered on my face, déjà vu hitting me like a ton of bricks as I walk around the pool.

I finally see the white wood of the chair. I tap the ankle of the beautiful lifeguard I've enjoyed in more ways than one, his eyes are already on me when I look for his, and a giggle escapes my lips before I can even get the words to form in my mouth.

"Harry?" Hopefully he'll catch on.

"Yes?" Irritation is laced in his voice. I only smile harder.

"Would you like to swim with me? A race perhaps?" My eyebrows lift as I squeak out the last of my sentence.

His face changes, all anger subsiding. He examines my face before a toothless smile appears on his face. Then a full-on smirk graces his beautifully aged face. "Of course, Love."

[esnyshire]

Split

summary: Ms. Tegan Peach Burn is the CEO of Bruiser & Burn Law Associates. As her and her team search for the missing pieces to their current case, a heated argument turns steamy very quickly. Mr. Styles, one of Ms. Burns student lawyers has a thirst for second chair, a short tempter and lacks control over his urges.

warning: boss/employee dynamic, dirty talk, some degrading, hardcore fucking, rage sex, harry is a teasing little prick, Tegan likes it nasty rough

wc: 5.4k

♫ Stay Awake by Dishwalla

The hard stomps of my boss' heels echo off the walls of the law firm, she makes herself known in the most nerve-racking way. It reminds me of that immediate panic I'd get when hearing keys or heels coming down the hall at school. You knew, when you weren't supposed to be doing something but you still somehow ended up there. That's the exact way everyone feels who works with Ms. Burn when those elevator doors ding.

My coworkers all scramble to make themselves presentable, collecting the stacks of evidence we dug up for the trail. These last few days have been tortious. She's been over-working us, sporadically allowing breaks, expecting us to stay unethical hours at the office, and trying any tactic to get things moving quicker. She's been rather emotional over this case and has taken it out on everyone in the firm.

Law school had taken a big portion of my sanity years ago, and it feels like she picked up on that and is breathing down my back more than the rest of the team. she sees how desperate I am to be second chair and dangles it in my face to get at me. I'm the first one in the office and the last one to lock up. Everyone knows I deserve it. I work hard, I never complain and she's no fucking picnic. Her assistants quit every week, and she picks me to take the load off her back every time.

The majority of my coworkers won't even try to work with her. They would much rather be with anyone else in the firm. How I see it, if you want to be the best you have to learn from the best. Ms. Burn is just that, my best option.

Tegan is one of a kind. She's what everyone wants. A way out. A second chance. An opportunity.

She's smart, callous, and determined. The first woman to rank in the top three for best lawyer in the Continental U.S.

An elite. In more ways than one.

At least I think.

With every click of her heels, my mind slips further into panic mode, trying to decipher in the way she walks if she's in one of her moods or not. The food I just scarfed down, threatens its way back up my esophagus. I swallow harshly leaning back in my chair, debating on if I should attempt to run through the tempered glass window and plummet to my eighty-seven-story death.

"I just finished up with Mrs. Stein," Ms. Burn barely walks into the room, wasting no time to start working. "We are missing something, I can't put my finger on it! I looked over every file trying to come up with something that isn't right but goddamn, this case is fucking me right now." Her raunchy statement goes under the radar. Everyone is so used to her, they barely flinch. "The maid, the doorman, his wife, the daughter, his estranged son, along with the death certificate of the estranged son's mother. Every single fucking witness statement!" Tegan thrashes her briefcase out in front of her, struggling to get her arm out of the sleeve of her pea coat. She rambles on like she's the only one in the room. Her eyebrows crease and her anxious lip biting begins.

It's safe to say that although I am very much afraid of my boss, I am also extremely turned on whenever she yells. Since the start of my career at Bruiser & Burn Law Associates, she's had me pitched in my slacks. Even after years of seeing how wicked she is, it did nothing to hinder my attraction for her. Her temper is what fuels my interest. I'm constantly wondering if she's just as temperamental in bed as she is in the office. Whether her tongue is as witty when she's tied up and pinned to the bed. Fantasies flash in my mind every day since working with her, I'm not happy about it one bit. I want to hate her. She makes my life hell. The drop of her suitcase snaps me back to reality.

"We have the murder weapon, two prints. His wife's and the maid. How can I miss som-" she pauses and looks around the room, quickly becoming irritated. "Why haven't any of you figured this out yet!?"

"If you haven't found it yet, how do you expect them to? Tegan- I mean Ms. Burn I thi-" I begin to say, but I'm cut off by her yelling.

"I refuse to have the judge and jury believe his wife murdered him all for money, after all, we've..." she covers her mouth and looks away, gathering herself before she speaks again. But I speak before she does.

"You're right," I say. "Someone's lying." The bile in my throat from holding down my vomit is still fresh as it burns its way down.

"What are you implying Styles?" She scoffs. She always questions my thinking, just cause she can.

"I was simply saying-" she interrupts me again. Right about now I'd be screaming back, and putting up a fight. Anything to get her to shut the fuck up. Her words cuts like knives but those soft pretty lips look like they can do no wrong...

God.

"I don't care what you were saying, I care about my client. I care about how she's being falsely accused of murdering her fucking husband!" Her face turns pink and her voice picks up an octave.

The only fucked up part about this is she's basically a dark cloud that looms over her own office. This case has her exploding with feelings. She suffocates us, shoveling her pent-up anger on my back and drowning us all in the process. But God is she sexy and on any day before today, you would've heard me express my dislike for her. Except right now, I can't get the visual of her legs wrapped around my neck out of my damn head.

"You'll give a fuck about what I'm saying when you find out your little widow is hiding something from you!" My jaw tightens, instinctively stopping myself from speaking anymore.

She stares, examining my face. Probably wondering if she imagined someone speaking down to her.

It's been very challenging to contain my secret urges , but I also don't hide my distaste for Tegan. it's almost impossible to keep my mouth shut and simultaneously hide the strong desire to shove my cock so far down her throat she won't be able to talk for a week.

I've worked for Tegan long enough to know that she does not do relationships. I know she has sex because they call here sometimes, asking for her but she just leaves them on hold and never gets back to them. They either get filtered or just hang up. Work is her life and I don't think she'd ever put anyone above it. Although I've been hiding my feelings towards Peach, I can't help but feel like today is the day it all gonna come rushing out.

God forgive me for what I'm about to do.

"Look who knows how to shut up." My whole body freezes, regretting my word vomit instantly. The battle happening within me has me not thinking so clearly. I need to get out of here.

"Everyone out!" She yells. Her fists are balled as she continues to stare at the floor. "Leave your shit where it is and get out. I don't need you anymore. Go home."

Instantly my palms begin to clam, I can't even get myself to look at her. I push myself off the chair and begin to make a b line for the elevator, I barely make it past the threshold.

"Not you. You're mine for the night. Sit." She walks around the table, reaching for one of today's evidence piles.

I finally get to courage to look her way, standing with a Manila folder. She flicks through the pages skimming over information. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I already feel this night is going to be filled with screaming.

With the last of her employees entering the elevator not far behind her, I feel the safety of a group dynamic diminish. The second we hear the ding of the closing doors, she lets me have it.

"How fucking dare you speak to me like that! In front of my firm?! At all?!" She shouts.

This was not how it was supposed to go. I just can't fucking stand her. She's all loud and powerful and I like that shit.

She riled me up! She fucking started it.

"I let you in my firm, I taught you, I still do?! I let you in on wonderful cases!" She points at me, her movements are so hard I feel free her finger pressed to my chest from 10 feet away.

"I-" I go to speak.

Bad idea. She hastily makes her way to where I'm standing. She pushes me into the chair and rests her palms on the armrests.

"Who said to speak." Her words sound more like a demand than a request.

"I own this," She waves her hand all around her, making sure I know what she means. "I've worked hard for it, I don't-"

"I never said you didn't work hard, you're just horrible at listening to people." I rush out my words, I feel myself growing frustrated.

Just breathe.

"You think people listened to me when I had something to say?! I'm a woman in a man's field." She scoffs, rolling her eyes like a little kid just stepped on her brand new white shoes. "I crawled my way to the top. Bloody nails and all to prove it!"

"I treat you the same way my father treated me when I worked for him."

"Disposable?"

"It's cause you are." she doesn't even hesitate to confirm my suspicions.

"You're not-"

"If I wanted to talk about my daddy issues with someone, it would be my therapist." With every word, a brick is added to her wall. "Call Mrs. Stein, tell her I need to speak with her." She sighs, handing me the folder. "I'll be organizing in the meantime."

I nod and make my way to the phone attached to the wall. I dial the numbers and wait.

"Stein's residence." A voice breaks the ringing.

"Hello Mrs. Stein? it's Mr. Styles from Bruiser & Burn Law Associates."

"Speaking. Is everything ok?"

" Yes, Mrs. Stein. I'm calling on behalf of your lawyer Ms. Burn. She has asked that you to come in and we can speak about some things involving the case."

"Right now?"

"Yes, that would be in your best-" The line goes dead. I feel the wire, making sure it's still incorrectly. Then the dial tone button.

I type the numbers again, trying to call back but the lights begin to dim around me, breaking my attention from the phone to the ceiling. The sound of the high-powered electric building hums loudly as it powers down.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I hear Tegan on a mission to the circuit breakers. I quickly follow behind her, wanting to know what's happening. Our last contact with the outside world gets severed when the light above the elevator begins to flicker until it can't any more.

"Shit, shit, shit." Tegan pulls at the root of her hair, panic slowly starts to settle in.

She runs past me, and into her office. She grabs her purse and shuffled through it until she finds what she needs. I go to speak but I'm interrupted by a yelp of happiness.

"Yes!" She clicks some buttons on her blackberry as she checks her phone book for a number.

"No, no, no!"

"What?" I run to her office and see her fiddling with her phone. I run to my office adjacent to hers and grab my phone.

I get the same realization when I read 'NO SERVICE' in bright blinking letters across my blackberry.

We are stuck.

"Fuck." I whisper to myself.

The creeping feeling from earlier comes back to me at full force. I'm alone with my bitch of a boss and I happen to want to fuck her brains out.

I can do this.

I just need to stay level-headed.

Hard isn't even the word to use for the amount of restraint I'm using to stop myself from doing the things I want to do.

"Looks like we're stuck here for the weekend." She's in the frame of my door with her stupid fucking calm demeanor.

"What do you mean the weekend?" The thought of being stuck in this building with Tegan for the next three days does not sound bearable.

All the privacy in the world, no interruptions, and no avoiding.

"Well, yeah. This building is electrically powered. Since we have no service and the backup generator hasn't kicked in yet. So, I'd say we are stuck until someone comes into work." she pauses with a fake tight-lipped smile.

"Want to eat leftover Pad Thai with me in my room?" She asks me, taking a look at her watch not even phased by our predicament.

"No, I don't want your- you were just freaking out, why the fuck are you so calm right now." I grab my hair and pull on the roots.

"I sleep here, it's no different-"

"Stop talk! Just stop talking!" I yell.

No different. Sure, absolutely none right? Except I'm here stuck with you and I'm a ticking sex bomb ready to blow.

"Would you calm down, it's not that ser-"

"Stop talking before I make you." The stunned look on her face tells me all I need to know.

Here we go.

"You don't know when to shut the fuck up do you?"

"I'm your boss."

"Like I could forget! You remind us every chance you get." I scoff. "You have the prettiest goddamn lips, but the downside to them is only vicious things come out of it."

"Mr. Styles! I'm giving you one chance to take back the things you've said tonight."

She puts on this boss-like act, trying to ignore the fact that my degrading words have her clamping her thighs together to get some type of relief.

"Shut the fuck up. You talk a lot you know that?" Her hand shoots up to her mouth to cover it. She hesitates, doing what she was told to do but questioning why she listened in the first place.

"I'm gonna talk this time and you're going to listen. Got that?"

She nods.

"Good girl."

Tegan P.O.V

What is happening?

I don't like this. Not one fucking bit.

He's my employee. I can't. The throbbing between my legs has me obediently obliging.

I've had my fantasies about Harry, I partially hired him because of how attractive he is. The only thing that stopped me from pursuing him was the mutually agreed hatred my employees have for me, he jumped right on the bandwagon.

"You are cold, stubborn, and a know it all." He lists things I've heard my whole life. "You don't know what teamwork is and for the life of me, I can't understand why you push everyone away." He's barely even started and he's already hit some nerves. I look down at my feet in disappointment."But you are the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on and I can't keep myself from getting hard when you yell at me."

"I-"

"What the fuck did I just say?" His voice is low, barely above a whisper.

"Fuck you! You can't just insult me and expect me not to say anything!"

"Oh, I was planning on it." His sadistic tone only turns me on more, goosebumps form all down my spine. No. I can't let this happen. The first thing I think to do is leave. So, that's exactly what I do. I can't go anywhere, but it's the effort that counts.

"Get back here." He demands.

"For what? So you can berate again? No thanks." I shuffle with the paper in front of me, needing something to distract myself with.

He walks up to my back, leaving no room for me to move. My hands fall flat on the stacks of files, my breathing stops and I feel like I could pass out. I've wanted this since his first day of working here. This shouldn't be happening but I can't control my body cause there's no oxygen coming to my brain. I'm a fucking vegetable and it's the worst timing because I need this. I'd also love to hear him moaning my name. Fuck me.

The cold fabric of his pants suit snakes its way between my legs. His thigh puts pressure on my ass and my whole body shivers from the soft touch of Harry's hand on my waist.

"What are you doing?" I'm so out of breath I can barely get the sentence out. It's getting harder to breathe, oh god.

"Do you want me to stop?" His voice is strained with a hint of curiosity.

No, why would I want that?

He slides his hand across my torso to the valley between my breasts, pulling my body into his. My head rolls back on his shoulder as my body falls into him. My mouth moves before my brain can process and that's the last of my sanity.

"Are you going to fuck me or what?"

"How do you like it Peach?"

"Peach?"

He quickly grabs me by my throat and puts a little pressure, just enough to feel that rush I love so much. Oh, so that's how we're playing this? I assumed he was pressed and prim.

"I gave you options, but I'm thinking now I should just show you how I like it. Sound good Peach?"

I smile a little at him using my middle name.

"Fantastic." I roll my eyes.

He turns me around and slams his lips to mine.

The kiss is sloppy and desperate. His hands roughly explore my body and I instinctively reach for his  hair. I slip my fingers through the short brown curly hair and tug on him to be closer to me.

I guide my hands down his back, taking off his suit. His hands make their way to my breast, groping and massaging my tender nipples through my bra. He harshly rips my shirt. Buttons fly across the office as I squeal in shock.

"I knew you were a dirty fucking lawyer." He breaks the kiss and goes for his belt.

My stomach flips in the excitement of this beautiful man stripping in front of me. "Shut up and take your cock out." He lets his pants fall to his feet and kicks them off. He walks to me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I gulp hard as I see his shirt pitch up a little, I look closer to see it's his dick, sticking so far out it's damn near stretching the fabric.

His hands glide up my thighs, causing goosebumps to travel to my already hardened nipples. "I'd like you to know one thing before I stuff your pretty little cunt." My breath hitches in my throat, I look him straight in the eyes and wait for him to continue. "I think about fucking you way more than I should" he whispers, lifting me to sit on the table. "I wonder how good your mouth feels." He takes his time in feeling my body, holding me close. Leaving wet and bruising kisses on my chest. Suckling softly as he travels up to my neck.

"I've fantasized you riding my dick, screaming my name. It'd do you some good to scream out of pleasure than out of anger, don't you think?" He chuckles in my ear. He snaps my bra strap on my skin and a small hiss escapes my lips. I can feel him smiling in the way he's breathing. My pelvis bucks against the table, trying to get some type of relief for my poor clit.

"Fuck." I speak out. I feel so dizzy. The whole office smells of Harry and I'm stuck on stupid. "Just fucking touch me."

"Oh don't worry sugar lips, I will." He grabs me by the back of my neck and presses our lips together. He wastes no time in ripping my skirt by the slit on the side, exposing my crotchless thong. He lifts my legs to his waist and goes to touch my swollen clit. What has him doing a double-take is the pink rubber oval ring sticking out of my vagina. Along with a shiny diamond butt plug to match.

"I thought you said you knew I was dirty?" He stares at my dripping core, not even listening. I laugh at him and spread my legs some more. Giving him full access to his watch party. "Harry?"

"C'mon baby, look up while you fuck me with your tongue." I feel myself growing impatient, feeling that small fire in my stomach grows.

Harry pulls my core up to his chest, just below his chin. His breath fans over my pussy and my head thumps against the table. I'm practically levitating with Harry using all his core strength to keep me level to his face. He licks a stripe up my wet lips. My mouth drops in pleasure, finally chipping away the ache that's formed rather quickly.

A moan slips from my lips. "Oh god."

"You can do better than that." He pushes his face down back to my cunt, sucking hard on my clit. My back arches and my fingers claw at my thighs.

"Fuck, that feels so good. Harry don't stop." I gasp for air. "More" He slips his middle finger in my soaking core, feeling my walls wrap around him. He curves his finger in subtle movements, allowing the slow build to burn its way through my body.

"You like that Peach? I've barely touched you and you're ready for me." He stifles a laugh and I groan in frustration. His silly little banter with himself has me feeling flustered.

"Please, cut the fucking shit," I yell in pleasure as he continues his fast finger motions. He takes his free hand and brings his thumb to my clit, circling until I'm crunching up towards him. He takes a second finger and enters me slowly this time. Barely allowing me to adjust.

"Oh fuck!" I moan with my jaw locked tight. So much is happening in such a short time, before I know it I'm coming all over his fingers.

"That's right, make a mess for me Peach. Tell me how you feel." He pressures me to speak.

"Don't stop!"

"Yes!"

"Lemme hear it, baby!" He grunts as he thrashes his hand in and out of my pussy, curving his fingers at just the right angle to make my toes curl in my stilettos.

"Harry!" I cry out, eyes rolling to the back of my head. My abs are sore and so are my legs, my body goes limp and he lays me on the table. He hovers over me kissing my damp skin. I haven't opened my eyes yet, they feel so heavy I barely have the strength to look up.

He takes his tongue and travels across my breasts and down my stomach.  I'm grabbed by my wrists and forcefully sat up. He tilts my chin up to look at him. "Look at me, Tegan."

My name coming out of his mouth had my eyes shooting open.

"Tell me to keep going." He demands.

"Keep doing." I rush out. He lifts my legs above his shoulder and whips out his cock, he positions himself at my entrance and slowly teases my hole. He sinks his tip in which elicits a grumble from the depths of Harry's chest. He teases his way in, barely moving an inch. I'm caught off guard when he slams himself in me, hitting my cervix one good time. Just to show he can.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good Peach," his voice is deep and slow. I've never heard him sound like this before. My pussy tightens around him at the nickname he's given me. "Fuck you 'till you can't walk anymore." He grabs me by my hair and pulls me to kiss him. His lips are soft and my brain is fuzzy I can't even put together a coherent sentence.

"Mhm." I moan.

He braces himself and thrusts into me again. This time it's fast and rough. With every slap of his balls against my ass, he fucks a small gasp of air out of me. From the harsh kisses to my lips, and the rough smacking of skin to my already bruised pussy I feel ready to cum again.

"Oh god, I'm close." I reach out to him, scratching at his arms and back. Trying to keep me from screaming out.

"Not so fast." He pulls out and flips me around. He spreads my legs with his foot and lifts me so I stand on my tiptoes. He places his hands on the crease of my arm and holds them behind my back. He's so hard he doesn't need hands to line himself up to my cunt. He slams into me the hardest he has tonight, grunting and heavy breathing are all that surround my ears and I'm falling further into hell because I have never felt dirtier. He licks up my back and blows a cold burst of air, blinding my senses temporarily.

"Harder." I barely get the word out.

"Gladly, now throw it back Peach or I'm going to stop" He pulls on my arms, thrusting deeper into me. My head falls foreword.

I open my eyes and see he's staring at me through the glass, sweat collects on his forehead from the workout he's putting in. His hair is stringy and his lips are red from biting them so much. He presses a wet kiss to my lips as he grabs my neck to bring me closer to him.

He bends his knees and slides back into me, from the new angle i feel a million different things, my body erupts in chills as a guttural sound escapes my body from being contorted in positions I'm not used to. I'm overstimulated, to say the least. I can't feel my feet and my head feels hot while my chest feels cold. I'm shaking consistently as he slowly pumps himself with my body.

"I'm not done with you yet." He speaks out into the room.

"I'd hope so." I giggle.

A smack echo off the walls of the office, immediately stinging begins on my right ass cheek. Adrenaline rushes through my body as he cracks down again on the same spot.

"Shit!" I screwed my eyes as my pussy clamps down again.

"I'm having so much fun seeing what's gets you off." He grunts. "How easy it is to make you cum."

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me!" I lose more of my resolve as I beg for him to do something. Crack. This time it's my left cheek.

That's gonna bruise.

"I love it when you yell at me." He pulls out and moans as he sees my juices dripping off him. He turns me around and slides two-finger across his dick, gathering some cum and shoving them in my mouth.

"Look how pretty you've made my cock." He tilts his head as he watches me suck on his fingers. "I wanna see you choke now." He pushes me down to my knees and I waste no time and shove him in my mouth. I moan at the taste of my juices mixed with his pre cum. "Show me what you got my Peach" he smiles down at me. I swirl my tongue around his tip, feeling him throb in my mouth. My eyes close in satisfaction. I push myself down on him, taking in every inch until I can't anymore. His tip is sensitive and thrusts forward accidentally causing me to choke. The small panic of not being able to breathe only encourages me to keep going. Bobbing my head at a speed that has my head feel light.

"Oh, yes." He vocalizes. "Tegan, mhm just like that." I'm so worked up I reach between my legs and begin to touch myself, wanting nothing more than to feel that so deserved orgasm. He opens his eyes to look at me in a disapproving way. He shakes his head and tisks at me. His finger sways in front of my face like I'm a cat that just knocked over the plants. He grabs my face and shoved his cock to the back of my throat. He violently fucks my mouth as his eyes squint tight and grind his teeth against his bottom lip.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He yells at me, barely able to keep his voice stable. He gives me no time to adjust to standing and bends me over. My hands are gripping my ankles and I can see him pressing his dick to my clit. He playfully glides his tip against my lips, collecting out juices and pumping his cock.

"Let me help you with that my Peach." His voice is soft, yet sounds like he's holding onto his last peace of rationality.

"Please."

He pushes himself in and stills for a second, trying not to cum from my constant clenching. It's beginning to hurt and I don't think I can manage to go any longer. I feel like I'm going to pass out. He holds me up with one arm across my torso, squeezing my hard nipple getting me to clench even hard than before. I cry out in pain as he continues his torturous mission. As he slides his fingers across my clit I feel my nails dig into my ankles. I'm trying to distract myself, need something to keep me from melting in his hands.

"Come on Tegan, let go." He comes in my ear. "I've got you Peach." His words are reassuring and make my body goes numb in pleasure.

"Harry, please." His fingers on my clit won't stop and his thrusts only get harder as I try to keep my balance.

"I wanna feel you wrap around my cock, your warm pretty pussy feels good. Oh god." He moans out his sentence.

He's in another world, gripping and pulling me into his body. It's an indescribable feeling that begins to pulse in my ears. The constant building in my stomach reaches its peak and I'm screaming my life away. Giving everything I've held back this whole time.

"Fuck me, Harry! I love it! Yes! Ah!"

"Harder?"

"Yes!"

"Anything for you, Ms. Burn."

"Oh my god!" My legs begin to cramp as the blood rushes to my head.

Harry twitches inside me no longer after.

"Peach. My Peach. Oh, Tegan. Yes! Fuck! " he doubles over in pleasure. We fall to the cold ground together, unable to catch out breaths as we ride our highs.

"That was..." I say.

"Yeah...that was..." he says.

"Yeah."

We look at each other and burst out in laughter. My mouth is so dry and the room is spinning, I don't even register the click of the emergency door opening, and footsteps approaching the office.

"Ms. Burn, Styles! Are you ok?" our co-worker comes rushing in, leaving no time to cover ourselves.

"Oh shit, sorry I heard yelling I thought you guys were... fighting." He looks around the room and falls on my breasts. Harry is quick to cover them.

"OI! Get the fuck out!" he points at him.

"Right, my bad." He focuses on the floor and walks backward. He bumps into the frame of the door. "The power will be back up shortly. Ms. Stein saved the day. She said the call went dead but she still showed up. When she did arrive the doors were locked and security couldn't get out. The electrician was called" He frantically says. "She's waiting for you down in the main hall." He rushes out the room, buying us some time to get dressed.

"Is my peach all pleased and bruised?" I roll my eyes and slap his ass, he jumps and uses the cluster of clothes to hide.

"Just peachy." I giggle out my words. "Bruised and peachy."

[knightchanges]

DEC 18, 2019

[esnyshire]

amateur

summary: 36 y/o lifeguard enjoys some locker room fun with Love a dominant 23 y/o

warning: age gap, foreplay, public sexual conduct, virginal adult

wc: 2.9k

♫ Do You Wanna Touch Me by Joan Jett

It's not a habit of mine to congregate with the neighborhood residents, but I've got the best excuse. Well, for one it's scorching hot, and the only logical thing to do is take a dip in the community pool. Then there's him.

The town's celebrity, we all know the saying. All women want him, all men want to be him. What I want is much simpler. I want to dominate him, own him if you will.

The woman fawn over him, having no idea of the rumors that have spread about him. How he's wet behind the ears, a thirty-three-year-old man who's barely been touched. He's the irresistible man we only dream of.

When he showed up for his shift at the pool, it was hard not to notice him introducing himself. So polite and sweet with the kids, and I couldn't just avoid acknowledging his presence. He never brought anyone home, didn't have friends, and kept to himself. He also never properly introduced himself to his neighbors when he moved in. He was a mystery... and everyone loves a good mystery. Since our community was so small, word got around quickly.

To top it all off, the women of the neighborhood caught wind that he is divorced. Which meant fair game for the bachelorettes. While they saw a man who was open to marriage, I saw a man starting over and needing a break.

I could give that to him.

The women of the county came to the pool every morning, finding a seat with the perfect view of the lifeguard. It was painfully obvious they weren't here to enjoy the amenities.

He sat in his chair, keeping a watchful eye. Barely noticing all the eyes on him. He ignored them. His trunks hug his waist, with a thin white string that hangs over his bulge, covered with orange fabric. He's leaned back, exposing two fern tattoos. His wrist hangs delicately off the armrest, showing off his freshly painted nails.

Yellow and pink.

It suits him. I find him more scrumptious than before when my eyes land on his matching pedicured toes. It's endearing, a new color every week. A man who can keep himself clean and pampered is my favorite kind. They're always willing to get tied up and teased just a little more than the rest.

I feel dirty admiring him, he's only doing his job and I can't find the will to look away. He blows his whistle with force, lips suctioning down on the thick plastic. They're so pink and plump, I fidget in my seat ferociously biting my lip. Trying to find some type of distraction from the throbbing in my lower region.

"He's hotter than the sun, I'm burnin' up." The woman fans herself as she gawks. The group of three burst into a fit of giggles, catching the attention of the man who sat on the lifeguard chair.

"The things I'd let him do to me... are unholy!" Another woman whispers. I knew nothing of them, but their age and that they live a short distance from my house. While they're all in their late forties, I'm barely in my mid twenties. Twenty-three was the new thirty.

I do not sit and talk about what I want to do, I get it. The only way to get things you're interested in is if you do something about it. Besides, listening to them talk about what they wish they could do is boring me to sleep. I set my glasses down, stand to my feet and turn my attention to them. "Ladies, I'd love to stay and listen to you talk about fucking him, but the only problem is you're all full of shit." They gasp at my choice of words. "Do you kiss your husbands with those mouths?" A smile creeps on my face when the group of woman cover their faces with their big hats in shame. When I catch his gaze following me as I walk away, my skin tingles with excitement. His eyes travel down to my legs and up my body to my face. He breaks eye contact immediately when he notices I'm watching.

I make my way to the lifeguard chair and tap his ankle. When he looks down at me his curls encompass his face, and a glop of sunscreen shields his nose.

"Yes?" He hovers over me.

"Would you like to swim? A little race?" I make my voice inviting. A full set of teeth make their debut, along with dimples I had no idea he had. He can't possibly get any more perfect. He nods in approval.

I don't wait for him but continue my way to the pool entrance. The water feels cool and my skin instantly feels relieved from the boiling sun. It's only when he speaks his first full sentence, I register he has an accent. "I'm not permitted to be in the pool on the job." He lets out a nervous laugh.

"There's a first for everything." I smile.

Up to our necks in the water, I grab ahold of him and push him against the wall of the pool. It's obvious he's nervous, from the slight chatter of his teeth to the pink rose of his cheeks. I can't stop the giggles that escape over his behavior. He intensively watches me examine his face.

"You seem nervous sweetness. I thought lifeguards did well under pressure." I try hard to break the ice. He stays quiet and continues to stare. "Do you want to touch?" His gaze frantically switches from my lips to my eyes, like my question interrupted his focus.

I swim around him, waiting for an answer I don't think I'll get. "What's your name?" I lap around him. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing just a stutter comes out. He must have forgotten his name.

"Uh-I-it's Harry."

"Not that you asked Harry," His breathing picks up speed, and I circle back around.

"My name is Amor. But you can call me Love."

His voice is barely audible. "Hello, Love."

My legs grow a mind of their own and wrap around his waist. He goes rigid under my touch when I pull his body into mine. My fingers migrate their way through his scalp, taking a small chunk of his luscious curls and grip harshly by the nape of his neck. My lips graze his ear coaxing a small moan to crawl its way out his throat.

"That won't be the last time I hear my name leave those pretty lips of yours." I take his earlobe in between my teeth and lightly nibble.

"You like when I do this, huh?" I lap my tongue around the shell of his ear. "I'll stop if you'd like." A growl comes from the depth of his gut.

"Mm, don't stop." I smile into his neck. "Please." The words barely leave Harry's mouth and I'm pulling away, losing all warmth I once had. He looks at me stunned and confused.

"We're swimming, remember?" I swim down to the bottom of the pool, pressing my back to the floor. I watch Harry use all his strength to get down to me. He floats over my body, attentively waiting for my next move. I jokingly tug on the strings of his trunks, fingers playing at the hem near his happy trail. Harry makes no moves to stop my advances so I continue. I snake my hand in his pants and a burst of air bubbles in the water.

He watches me, eyes wide with anticipation. Trying so hard to stay under, but alas his face is turning tomato red. I'm grabbing his face I harshly attach our lips, and slowly I blow air into his mouth.

Harry's lips are small and soft like silk, completely encased in mine. My tongue involuntarily darts out of my mouth to taste his bottom lip.

Sunscreen, chlorine, and sunflower seeds.

More air leaves his mouth from the feeling of my tongue. The shock on his face when I back away causes me to release the little bit of air I had left. He frantically pushes himself up to the surface and I follow him closely after.

A cackle leaves my lips as my head breaks the water, he simply smiles at my sudden burst of laughter and shortly joins in.

"You've got an audience." He looks in the direction I was previously sitting in. All eyes are on us, well really on Harry. I now know he is just as clueless as I thought.

"Aye Dios, you are oblivious."

"What do you mean?" He tilts his head in questioning.

"You're the talk of the town." I swipe some hair from his forehead.

If looks could kill I would be dead already. I wave passive-aggressively at them. A chuckle escapes Harry's lips as they awkwardly wave back.

"C'mon let's race," We swim to the end of the pool. "One lap, wall to wall. We meet back here." The smile etched on his face shows off his dimples. I take my index finger and place it in his dimple, Harry playfully swats my hand away.

"Winner gets a reward." He says. "On the count of three."

"One," I say.

"Two." He continues.

"Three."

An easy win if you ask me. I reach the wall first, pushing myself off as hard as my legs can take me. Harry closely follows behind. Halfway through my lap, I begin to panic. Since Harry's arms are longer, that'll give him the advantage. But just when I think I'm going to have to accept failure, my hand touches the wall. My head springs out and I scream in victory.

"I win! You know what that means?" Sulking in his loss he swims to me. There's no reason for him to be sad, although he didn't win, it's him who gets to finish first tonight.

"What?"

"I get my reward," I whisper to him.

"Fine, what is it you want." He fake pouts.

"I get to hear you say my name," I smirk. "over and over and over." He stares at my face like the answer to his prayers is written all over my face.

"Meet me in the locker room so I can get my reward," I make my way out of the pool, "Harry, don't keep me waiting." I sing out.

This is the time when I give him the option to back out, he is way out of his depths. It's written all over his face. I'm banking on him being curious enough to follow through. Everything I've done to get a reaction from him has been successful. Meaning the rumors are true, and that information makes me want him even more. The mental visual of him writhing in pleasure cause of something I did, is what drives me to do things I'd never think of doing with a stranger.

I silently wait for him, I found a locker has his name on it and cute stickers all over. As I examine his locker, the door slowly creaks open. I twist my body and lock eyes with him. My heart thumps heavily in my chest, the amount of courage it took for him to walk in after me.

"I- I don't normally do this." He says timidly.

"Do you want to?" I take his hand and bring him closer to me. "You can always say no." He nods his head quickly, I laugh at his eagerness.

"I have a few questions before we start." My eyes stay trained on his face, trying to see if there's a sign of second thoughts. He waits for my questions expectantly.

"You've been checked recently?" I bring my hands up to his biceps, slowly dragging my fingertips lightly up and down his arms.

"Of course." He's breathless, barely able to get the answer out. I distract him with my fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"You've had a blowjob, right?" He hesitates.

"No," he answers.

"No? Would you like one?" His eyes are locked on mine. It feels like minutes have passed when I finally get a small nod from him. It's not enough.

"I'm gonna need more from you," I smooth my hands down his pecs. "I need to hear 'Yes, Love'."

I pepper kisses all over his chest, suctioning at his wet skin. I take his left nipple in my mouth and place it between my teeth, lightly nibbling. A gruntled moan falls from his lips and his head falls back.

"Yes, Love."

"My beautiful boy, I love when you say my name." I hum, content with his reaction.

I get on my knees and pull on his trunks. His dick is bulging and begging to be freed. I rush to pull the wet fabric from his skin. He twitches when my thumb brushes against his pubic hair. I take him in my hand and slowly start to pump. I watch his head fall forward, mouth open in pleasure. My tongue quickly darts out to lick the pre-cum off his tip. Swirling my tongue around his dick, causes his hands to bunch up at his sides, not knowing what to do with them. A whimper leaves his lips as I plant several kisses along his shaft.

"Hands on your head." I stop pumping to take him all in my mouth, I push his tip to the back of my throat. I swallow harshly, squeezing his already throbbing dick.

Muttering of prayers to God can be heard as I go down on him, his words only fuel me more, I want to be sure he truly enjoys himself. After all, this isn't something he's done before. I want to make it memorable for him.

"Oh god, please... don't stop." He sounds like he's in pain, but the look on his face shows otherwise. Small beads of sweat have formed on his creased forehead, and the heat from outside warms the locker room to a toasty 95°. His skin is sticky and he's selfishly hiding his eyes from me, screwed shut so tightly he may be seeing stars. If he continues biting his bottom lip the way he is, he'll start to draw blood.

Getting to watch him like this has my body growing in a second heartbeat. But it's not about me right now. My hand softly massages his balls, he is enjoying this, and quite frankly so am I. A surge of pride flows through me when his knees buckle. I swallow around him again, trying to take as much of him in my mouth. My nose was only centimeters from his pubic hair.

His eyes flutter open and closed, teasing me with the sight of his beautiful eyes. I take my hand away from his balls and wrap both hands around his thick shaft. Pumping my mouth and suctioning on the tip of his dick. As I simultaneously pleasure him with my mouth and hands, I watch him fight to catch his breath. He looks stunning in his state of pure bliss.

"Love, I'm close." He moans. "Love, please." He begs, I'm not sure for what. I'll get on my knees every night, as long as he keeps saying my name like that.

I pull him closer by his hips and work my mouth around him, slurping up every bit he gives me. A trail of spit drips down my chin as I take him down my throat again. I can't stop the moan that leaves my mouth. His head falls forward as the moan from my pleasure vibrates around his dick.

"Love, Love, Love, Love, Love..." he trails off, serenading me with my name.

His twitching becomes more sloppy in my mouth, pre cum slips from his tip to my tongue. I pull away, gasping for air, and waste no time taking his balls in my mouth. Softly suckling on his sensitive area. I lick my way back up to his tip and take him in my mouth again. I think my cheeks out as a pump my hands at a quicker pace. He glided down my throat, making my eyes water. A grunt leaves his throat, so loud I'm pretty sure the people by the pool heard.

His body is ready to give up, so tired from standing and the constant pleasure I'm causing. He's in a daze, so close to the edge that he's unable to keep himself up. I watch as his knees shake and his eyes fight to stay open. His lips part open and his tongue lap his bottom lip as he smirks, releasing down my throat, coating my walls. A smile adorns his soft pink lips.

He looks freshly mouth fucked.

Harry takes me by surprise when he lifts me off my knees and kisses me aggressively. I relax into the kiss and bask in his softness. I slip my tongue out across his lips and he invites me in, tongues lapping over each other. There's no rush in the kiss, just us enjoying each other.

He breaks the kiss, "The pool is closing soon." He says forlornly. He grabs a clean towel from the bench and wipes it around my mouth.

"I know, you'll have to leave first. Don't want people thinking anything." I finish cleaning my face.

"Can't you wait for me?" He begs.

"Not tonight, I've got some things to handle," I state.

"Come back for me tomorrow." He smirks down at me.

"I only come here because of you, Harry." I quirk my eyebrows at him.

"Oh, is that right?" He kisses my lips one last time and pushes me out the door.

Being so wrapped up in the feeling of his lips, we forgot to leave the locker room separately.

Oh well.

[charmedbuffy]

phoebe + grabbing onto/hiding behind her sisters

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Charmed | Fashion | Tied Sleeves

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