Frankie Rhodes and Harry Styles are completely in love. With a fresh engagement, and plans for Frankie to move into Harry's apartment at the end of next month, they both feel as if this is truly the beginning of the rest of their lives together.
So, what happens after an incident causes Harry to end up in the hospital, and when he wakes, he has no recollection of the last two years of his life?
• A short story.
• First chapter coming June 20th.
• Told in Dual POV between both Harry and Frankie.
• Will have medical lingo throughout, but please remember, this is a work of fiction, so some things may be exaggerated to fit the plot.
• This story will touch on some triggering things: an incident resulting in injury, cheating (not between our main characters) and traumatic memories of said incident.
• Please see below for faceclaims of the main characters of the story.
Frankie Rhodes and Harry Styles are completely in love. With a fresh engagement, and plans for Frankie to move into Harry's apartment at the end of next month, they both feel as if this is truly the beginning of the rest of their lives together.
So, what happens after an incident causes Harry to end up in the hospital, and when he wakes, he has no recollection of the last two years of his life?
• A short story.
• First chapter coming June 20th.
• Told in Dual POV between both Harry and Frankie.
• Will have medical lingo throughout, but please remember, this is a work of fiction, so some things may be exaggerated to fit the plot.
• This story will touch on some triggering things: an incident resulting in injury, cheating (not between our main characters) and traumatic memories of said incident.
• Please see below for faceclaims of the main characters of the story.
I think I’m going to create a specific taglist for this story, so if you’d like to be included in that, please comment below! ❤️ So excited to share this story with you all 🥹
Frankie Rhodes and Harry Styles are completely in love. With a fresh engagement, and plans for Frankie to move into Harry's apartment at the end of next month, they both feel as if this is truly the beginning of the rest of their lives together.
So, what happens after an incident causes Harry to end up in the hospital, and when he wakes, he has no recollection of the last two years of his life?
• A short story.
• First chapter coming June 20th.
• Told in Dual POV between both Harry and Frankie.
• Will have medical lingo throughout, but please remember, this is a work of fiction, so some things may be exaggerated to fit the plot.
• This story will touch on some triggering things: an incident resulting in injury, cheating (not between our main characters) and traumatic memories of said incident.
• Please see below for faceclaims of the main characters of the story.
Frankie Rhodes and Harry Styles are completely in love. With a fresh engagement, and plans for Frankie to move into Harry's apartment at the end of next month, they both feel as if this is truly the beginning of the rest of their lives together.
So, what happens after an incident causes Harry to end up in the hospital, and when he wakes, he has no recollection of the last two years of his life?
• A short story.
• First chapter coming June 20th.
• Told in Dual POV between both Harry and Frankie.
• Will have medical lingo throughout, but please remember, this is a work of fiction, so some things may be exaggerated to fit the plot.
• This story will touch on some triggering things: an incident resulting in injury, cheating (not between our main characters) and traumatic memories of said incident.
• Please see below for faceclaims of the main characters of the story.
Frankie Rhodes and Harry Styles are completely in love. With a fresh engagement, and plans for Frankie to move into Harry's apartment at the end of next month, they both feel as if this is truly the beginning of the rest of their lives together.
So, what happens after an incident causes Harry to end up in the hospital, and when he wakes, he has no recollection of the last two years of his life?
• A short story.
• First chapter coming June 20th.
• Told in Dual POV between both Harry and Frankie.
• Will have medical lingo throughout, but please remember, this is a work of fiction, so some things may be exaggerated to fit the plot.
• This story will touch on some triggering things: an incident resulting in injury, cheating (not between our main characters) and traumatic memories of said incident.
• Please see below for faceclaims of the main characters of the story.
"There's a lot of taboos around exploring physical intimacy with people you admire and love without people, especially in western culture, who are like "Oh they're fucking, they're doing this" and so I was always frustrated by these kinds of notions and especially with Connor who I love dearly. No matter what people think, I'm always gonna just physically express my love." Hudson Williams x SiriusXM
"It's really enlightening about the culture of how men and man-on-man affection is received because you don't see that a lot. It's a taboo for men to be friends and grab each other a certain way or hold hands. And me and Hudson being in such a sexual circumstance with one another it's really interesting to watch people sexualize our very amicable signs of affection. That just shows where the culture is still at in a way like, "Oh, these two men..." just because we're really comfortable with each other and we love each other, we've been through the craziest experiences together, we're on this crazy rollercoaster together, if I have my hand on his leg as we're sitting down doing a press thing because he's my best buddy and I love him, and we have that level of comfort. It's just interesting that that instantly gets turned into, "They're more than friends." Connor Storrie x Variety
Hiiii my lovebugs! Here is the last part of a better fit. I love writing this and Idk what that says about me lol but I hope you enjoyed this little three parter. It was out of my comfort zone and I think I need to do that sometimes because I ended up loving the end result!
Part Two
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warnings- toeing the line of emotional cheating (Y/N w H), C!ckolding, degrading of Y/N's partner, soft Dom!Harry, smut, manhandling
Y/N just wanted to be close to him. As close as he could get, because she couldn’t crawl into his skin as much as it seemed tempting to, and she could feel him throbbing against her skin. All it would take is a bit of a shift and he’d be inside of her.
“You can have me.” His smile was overly fond, like he was completely endeared by her before he pressed a kiss back to her lips. “Let me get the condom on, okay? Just a quick moment.”
She nodded, her eyes flickering down to his crotch where his hard cock was still straining against his boxers. The thought of him inside her made her worked up even before she had been in this situation, but to have him so close and promising she could have it? She felt light headed, giddy. The nerves from before that had lingered were all but gone as she watched Harry quickly rise to his feet and peel his boxers down, freeing his cock properly.
She’d known it. Every time people had said he had the energy to be hung, she had agreed, but seeing it was something else. Thick and hard, with a slight curve to the left and ruddy tip, it was perfect. Before seeing his she wasn’t sure one could be considered such, but it was exactly what she would have wanted. It felt silly to be gawking the way she was, but seeing his proud smirk as he noticed it made it a whole lot better.
“Not what you’re used to?”
“No. It’s better.” She swallowed the lump in her throat as she listened to him bark out a laugh.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He grabbed a condom from the nightstand where she had left it and rolled it on swiftly before settling back between her legs. His hands gently pushed her thighs apart wider, giving them a soft squeeze before taking himself in his hand, giving a few strokes with a little hiss from behind his teeth. “How do you want it? Like this?”
“Can I be on top? At first?” She requested it as she sat up, her elbows digging into the bed. “Just… You’re big. I want to feel it like that first, and then… You can do whatever you want to me.”
"Oh, I like that plan, baby.” He rumbled, shifting to lie back against the pillows while guiding her up with him and settling her atop him. “Get comfortable. Take your time. I want you to feel good.” His hands settled on her hips as she straddled him, her wet heat pressing against the tip of his cock. "Ride it slow. Get used to to it.”
The position change gave her a little bit of perceived control, and she appreciated it. He was definitely the biggest she’d ever taken before and it was slightly intimidating to know all of him was would inside of her, so she let herself take her time to breath as she settled over him, feeling the tip brush against her clit.
It felt like a defining moment as she felt his hands gently stroke up her hips and settle at her waist, eyes locked on her. He didn’t let his gaze stray from her, a little encouraging nod making her let out a little sigh.
His cock was hot in her hand as she guided him to her entrance, feeling the tip nudge against her still-sensitive cunt, rubbing it over her to get him wet. She was plenty soaked, embarrassingly so, over her inner thighs and down to her ass, so she had forgone anything extra yet- but she wasn’t sure she’d need it for him.
Another first. A Harry exclusive.
Letting out a shaky breath, she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch. The stretch of him was intense-far fuller than what she was used to, especially in the last few months- and she had to stop midways to catch her breath. “Jesus, you’re big.” She repeated in a giggle, looking down to his form laid back against her pillows. It wasn’t just his cock, but all of him. He was big in every way that counted, in his arms and his hands, his chest, his personality. All of it laid out for her on display gave her the understanding of why he’d wanted to see her splayed out for him.
It was quite a view.
He was a steady presence, strong hands fallen back to her hips to help guide her the way she needed. No pushing, just reassurance as he ;et her take it at her pace. "There you go, sweetheart. That's it." His voice was low, patient, his thumbs rubbing back and forth against her skin. "I've got you. Just take your time. I’m here as long as you’ll let me have you.”
Her throat felt thick as she heard him say it. It felt like it had a double meaning, one she didn’t have the bandwidth to process right now, but it was filed away for later. She could only hope that's what it meant, anyway.
Slowly, she pressed herself down further, letting the stretch consume her as she took more and more of him. His hands squeezed reassuringly against her hips, encouraging her to move at her own pace as she finally felt his thighs against her ass. It was a long moment where she just breathed through the feeling of being so completely full to the brim, letting her head drop down as her hands settled on his chest.
“God, baby. You’re so beautiful.” His voice was hoarse as he looked up at her, letting his hands roam. Harry wasn’t in a rush. He seemed content just sitting here with her on top of him, soaking it all up- while she soaked him. “I know it’s a lot to take. Just sit for second and then I want you to grind yourself on me a little bit. Get used to what it feels like to have a real cock inside you.”
She nodded, her hips shifting experimentally as the pressure slowly shifted from borderline overwhelming to growing pleasurable, his hand guiding her as she started to roll them against him. A light moan escaped her lips as she found a rhythm, the shift of him against her making her breathe a little harder. Slow, gentle, grinding herself against him as she found the pleasure in it.
"There you go. That's it, sweetheart." His fingers dug slightly into her hips, anchoring her as she found her footing, slowly rolling in his lap. “You feel so good. Just like this, feeling you wrapped around me.” His words were quiet but she could hear them clearly as she leaned her weight into her palms. Splayed out against his chest and the tattoos on them, he didn’t seem bothered by it at all- if anything, she could see his eyes flutter when her nails lightly dug into his skin in return.
“It’s like… Like it’s in my stomach.” Her voice was slightly strained, feeling the slick of herself start to rub into the spot right above is cock. Getting him wet, pubic hair and all, she felt the slip of it making it easier to nudge her clit and the sensitivity making her hips stutter.
The stretch of him made her feel owned, marked in a way she hadn’t even known she wanted until this moment. Her inner walls fluttered around him, adjusting to his girth as his hands held her steady, thumbs brushing over the dimples of her lower back. "That's right," he rumbled, voice thick with pleasure. "Take your time, baby. Learn how you like it." His hips lifted subtly, just enough to grind up into her when she rolled down, hitting a spot that made her vision blur.
"Oh fuck." She whimpered, her hips twitching as she found the spot. It was like heaven, his cock head pressing against something inside of her that had her toes curling. "Harry..." She moaned his name, her body wracking with a shudder as she found herself grinding down on him harder, chasing the feeling. "Shit."
“Already? Found that spot so easily… I thought I’d have to work harder to find it.” It was a surprise for both of them. “Think you just needed my cock right up there, didn’t you?” The tone was smug as he looked between them, seeing her move, stretched around the girth of him, feeling the clench of her cunt around him.
“Mhm… I needed it so badly.” Y/N nodded, nails digging back into his chest as she found the spot again. It was so simple, grinding on his dick, but it felt better than anything she’d had in months. The ease of how their bodies worked together made her feel the heat all over her, especially when he lifted his hips again and let the tip nudge that spot again. “Oh fuck, that’s what I needed. I need to be f-fucked right, I knew you could do it. I knew it.”
"I know, honey. S’alight. I’m here now to take care of it." He cooed, hips lifting again to punctuate his point, making her gasp as he hit that spot perfectly. "Knew you needed a real man to take care of you. To fuck you like you deserve. Like you've been craving." His voice dropped, possessive in the way that had her head spinning.
It was a repeated theme. Y/N shouldn’t love it as much as she did, the way he was looking at her, the way he was talking about her like she was his now, but she didn’t stop it. Maybe she should. Maybe it would be good to reset those boundaries- but if she didn’t want them, and there was no safe word being used… Was there a point?
"Now look at you, riding my dick like it's the only thing keeping you together." He gripped her hips with a firm hold, guiding her movements with more certainty now that she had found her footing, watching every little reaction. It felt like she was being studied- she had a feeling she was- but it was to her benefit. Harry was finding exactly how she liked it and giving her what she needed. “You don’t need to keep it together though. You can fall apart with me. I’ll take care of you.”
Y/N whimpered, her body already responding to his words. The way he was speaking to her, the way he was handling her- it was like she was a completely different person. One that needed this kind of attention, one that needed to be praised and taken care of in this way. “H…” She moaned his nickname, feeling the stretch of him inside of her as she ground down onto him again. “Fuck me like I deserve.”
Was it possible to be cockdrunk when she had only been on it for a few minutes? It was a mystery, but it felt like it. Picking herself up and dropping down, even just a little more had her wanting more. There was more he could give her and she could feel that he was holding it all back.
There would always be appreciation in the care that he took for her to adjust but now that she could take it, she wanted to take it. “Please? I can take it. I promise, I can- I want it.” Begging wasn’t something she really did, but it came out of her mouth anyway. It felt amazing even just like this, the slow shallow bounces and deep grinds, but she remembered just how easily he had picked her up. He trained in the gym, he used his body for work, and she wanted to feel him use it on her.
“Baby- Sweet girl, you don’t have to beg. As pretty as it sounds-“ His hips pushed up into her, the motion sending him into her as he pulled her down. “As much as I love hearing your voice, I’ll give you what you want. Hold on t’me.”
Y/N didn’t have time to respond when a corded arm pulled her to his chest, shifting his knees up and pinning her to him. Cheek pressed against his slightly sweaty shoulder, a gasp escaped her as he thrust up into her. Heavy, deep, enough to knock the breath out of her. “Oh, fuck.” Her voice was a deep groan, feeling it again, and again. One arm latched over her back, keeping her pressed to him as he fucked up into her, she felt every little bit of him.
"There we go, beautiful girl." He murmured against her ear, feeling her tighten around him with each deep thrust. It was messy. Sticky. The squelch of her was audible as he took her, obvious to how much she was loving it. "Taking my cock so well. So fucking perfect for me." His other hand snaked down to grope her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. Selfish in his handling, he indulged in what he wanted, too. Her ass had always been a weak spot.
"You like this better, baby? Need it faster, deeper?" He demonstrated with another powerful push that had her crying out, her nails digging into his shoulder.
“Just like that. Don’t stop that. Keep it.” Her voice was slurred as she felt her eyes close, letting him take over. The feeling was so full, so thorough that it left nothing to be desired. No wishing for a little bit to the side, or just a little more- what he was giving her was perfect.
"Good girl. Let me know what you need. I’m right here. You’re what I’m here for.”
Not for Devon’s pleasure. The other man was in the corner, hand wrapped around his cock as he watched Harry fuck deep into his girlfriend. He got off on it just as much as he knew he would, but that wasn’t either of their focus.
No, it was clear that Harry only gave a fuck about Y/N. He liked showing off, he liked that the man who had neglected her would know by the end of this that Y/N deserved better, and he wasn’t afraid to voice the fact that he knew he was better for her.
"Yes- yes, Harry. Just like that." Her voice came out broken, whiny as his thrusts pounded into her. Her thighs squeezed around his hips, body jolting with each hit to that spot that had her seeing white. "I need it- I need it like this. Don't stop, please don't stop. I need you."
"Never. Have no plans to stop, sweetheart." He bit down on her shoulder, the feeling of his teeth making her cry out, grabbing at the pillow next to his head. The sting of the pain melded into hot pleasure, a sticky shot up to her stomach as her pussy pulsed on top of him. “M’yours until you’re done with me.”
He meant it, too. The way he gripped her body, the way he marked her skin, the way he fucked into her like he was trying to brand her- and it all spoke to a level of possessiveness that she hadn't expected from him. But god, did it feel good. Every thrust, every bite, every growled word in her ear pushed her higher and higher until she was a mess of moans and whimpers, her entire body trembling with the heated pleasure shooting through it.
It was when he turned them over, laying her out that his words dropped just for her to hear.
Y/N had squeaked at the change of position but it had been quick enough that he’d only pulled out momentarily, a moan melting her into the bed under her as her legs wrapped around his hips. She needed him close, feeling the pants of his breath as he kissed her hard. The taste of her was still on his tongue. She could smell it on him in a way that was primal and heady, the desire to give, give, give and own making it hard to do anything but give right back to him.
There was a whine when he pulled away from the kiss, but the sloppy kisses down to her ear as slowed the pace of his fucking and gave it a bit harder hard her distracted. That was until his lips met her ear.
“Wish I wasn’t wearing this condom.” He mumbled, breath hot and heavy against her. “Wish I was fucking you bare. He’s never gotten to do that, has he?”
No, he hadn’t.
No one had, and that had been by design. But in the moment, having Harry without a barrier sounded like the best thing ever. If he wanted that, she would give it to him. In a way that was slightly irrational and definitely irresponsible, she would give it up to him in an instant and likely wouldn’t regret it.
Now that he’d put the idea in her head, that’s what she wanted.
“Do it. Take it off.” She goaded, loosening her legs slightly around his hips. “You can do it. No one else has but I want it. I want to feel it.” Her voice was whiny, pleading for it, but he responded with a pained groan.
“No. Can’t… Not when you’re not mine yet.” He nipped the lobe of her ear, pushing all the way in and staying there to make her squirm from the depth and fullness she had from his body as close as it could get. “When you’re mine; when there’s no one else around, you can have it all. As much as I want to show that pathetic little fuck that I can fuck you better, the fist time I take you raw s’when you belong to me.”
Y/N would have believed someone if they told her what she’d heard was out of a dream, but her sex hazed, needy brain wanted it. She was gagging for it, really. Just feeling the differences of it all, feeling how he handled her, it made her want to give herself to him.
“Harry, please?” Her plea only made him shake his head, pulling back to thrust again. “I want… you said you’d give me what I want.”
Was she bratty? Yeah, a little bit, but when he dangled that in front of her and made her want it so bad she could cry, it felt appropriate.
“And I will. But you need to be mine properly first.” He pulled from her ear and gave her a kiss that was far sweeter than the environment called for. “We can talk about that later. But right now m’gonna make you cum on my cock, run you a bath and let you sleep for a little bit after. Take care of you the way you need.”
And God knew she needed it.
The conversation was closed for now, it seemed, but the fucking wasn’t. The kiss he finished with was filthy, pushing her legs further up his hips and let himself in deeper as she moaned against his mouth.
It was the best sex she’d ever had.
Y/N was being fucked by the friend her boyfriend had supposedly hated while he was watching and she couldn’t think about anything other than the fact that she couldn’t only do this once. She couldn’t just settle for this.
One single taste had shown her who the better fit was.
“Oh, I felt that.” He crooned, loud enough for his voice to carry. “You’re about to cum on my cock. Listen to that wet little pussy, how messy she gets for me.” His nose nudged hers as he pulled back slightly, looking over to the side.
She didn’t need to look to know that he was looking at her boyfriend.
“Tell me you love this cock, baby.”
Y/N did. She really, really loved how it felt inside of her and how he used it, so the response was immediate. “I love your cock, Harry.” She bleated, hands running up his shoulder blades. “So much.”
“Yeah? Am I the best you’ve ever had?” He was goading Devon, using the humiliation he clearly liked to prove a point- but the answer was obvious.
“Yeah, it’s… You’re the best. So good. It fits the best, I’ve never felt so good.” She wanted to stroke his ego and it was working by the way his hips stuttered.
“I’ll always take care of this cunt. It’s mine- You’re mine now, aren’t you, beautiful girl?” He looked back at her, sweat dripping down his brow. It was hard to talk with how close she was, her legs tight right back around his hips as he adjusted just enough to hit where she needed. Clit brushing his stomach, cock as deep as she could get it, it had never been this intense.
“Yours.” She gasped, the flood of heat starting to roll over her body again. “Oh my god, it’s yours if you- if you want it, it’s so much better, I… I’m gonna cum, H.” Wild eyes met his dark ones, the feral grin returning to his face.
“Go on, baby. Give it t’me. Show me it’s mine. I’ll never leave you without orgasms, never make someone else fuck you to give you what you need. I’ll take such good care of you. Let it all go.”
It was enough that she screamed. Silent at first, gurgling into a groan as she arched her back off the now damp with sweat duvet cover, clawing at his back as she sobbed out his name. The way it had rushed over her like a sudden storm after the clouds turned dark shouldn’t have been a surprise but it was, body shuddering as she felt his body grow tense on top of hers.
The snarl was a sound she’d never heard from him, head dipping into her throat as his hips bucked and cock pulsed as he filled the condom. Arms shaking a little as he lowered himself and snuck one under her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace as he pumped himself into her a few more times before stilling, she felt her toes cramp from how hard they’d curled.
The panting was loud. The smell of sex permeating the room. His body sticky and sweaty on top of hers, holding her as close as she could get, there was nowhere else she’d rather be.
Her body was lax underneath him. The feeling was unfamiliar, but all she could focus on was Harry as he pulled himself from her neck and kissed her again, saying her name a few times before she gave him what sounded to be a drunken giggle, pouting her lips for another kiss.
He said something, looking off to his left, but Y/N wasn’t paying attention to that. Her pout remained, watching him change his expression to tight and irritated before it lightened, the sound of a door clicking shut making her refocus back onto the man.
“Hi.” The girl grinned up at him, pushing his sweaty hair from his face. It got a smile from him, the dimple returning to his cheek enough of a temptation to poke. “You’re so cute. S’not fair.”
His chuffed laugh was quiet as he shook his head, pulling his arm from around her and reaching off to the side. “First time I’ve been called that after making someone orgasm so hard they cried.” The sound of her water bottle being popped open was what alerted her to the top being pushed to her mouth. “Drink for me, sweetheart.”
She hadn’t been able to tell the difference between tears or sweat, but for the first time, that was a good thing.
Y/N did what she was told, only dribbling a little when he pulled it away. “I feel so tingly.” The admission was met with a hum as his thumb brushed the water from dripping all the way down her cheek. “Think you fucked me dumb, maybe.”
“No. You’re not dumb.” Harry mumbled, pushing the hair from her face in return. The strands were longer, making her sputter when she realized she had a little in her mouth but he didn’t miss a beat as he tucked it behind her ear. “Just a bit overwhelmed, is all. But I’m going to take care of you. I have t’pull out and it’s going to be a little uncomfortable but I need to get you cleaned up. Okay?”
“Do y’have to? I want you to stay in.” Her frown was enough to make him want to stay in and she could see it, but he stuck with his response.
“Next time. You’re gonna have to wee too, but I’ll give you some time to find your legs before that.”
Harry was right about it being uncomfortable, but she tried to be brave and only winced without the hiss she wanted to let out. “I know. M’sorry.” He soothed her with a kiss between her brows before standing off the bed, wavering only for a second before finding his footing. “You defintely fucked me dumb though, baby. Christ.”
A hand ran over his face as he looked her over for a moment, splayed out on the bed before he cursed to himself, forcing himself to look away and pull the condom off. “You stay seated, Miss. I’ll be right back.”
It didn’t take him long to return, a warm, wet cloth in hand that he tenderly swiped over her swollen pussy. It made her hiss this time but he whispered his apologies, cleaning her up in a strangely chaste way. Sweet. “You said that I’m bigger than I’m used to, so I knew you’d be a bit uncomfortable later.”
The reminder had her thinking of Devon.
Truthfully? Besides Harry talking about himself being better (which was very true) and the strange interruption they’d had after he’d eaten her out, she had forgotten he was there. That had been her own goal, really, but she hadn’t expected to be as lost into Harry as she had gotten.
The way she had gotten so into Harry’s possessive remarks and the way she had liked the idea of being owned by the other man while her boyfriend watched wasn’t boding well for what she had thought could have been their relationship. It had been an attempt to fix it, maybe, but she had known going into this that she was possibly, definitely, far too excited to have Harry inside of her.
To explore that connection was a gift- but now she knew that it had become more than that. It was palpable in the way he was treating her even now.
It was strange to feel like his reminder was a cloud over her, but her frown was enough to make Harry pull her back to him. “Hey. Don’t know where you went, but you’re needed here.” The words were lighthearted and enough to make her smile, thanking him when he placed the cloth to the side and settled himself in beside her. “Come here. I need a snuggle.”
Y/N knew that they’d need to talk about what it all meant soon. His proclamations of what they could do once she was really his weren’t something that she thought to be just dirty talk- but for now, she was just going to enjoy this. Sitting in the afterglow of getting what she needed for all this time, the bubble of curiosity finally popped.
Being pulled into his arms, her sigh was satisfied as her face nuzzled into his chest and his fingers ran down the length of her bare back, the sound of the front door closing making her relax. Another thing she wouldn’t have to face today, even if it was cowardly to be thankful for it.
All she could think of now was that the man holding her was a much better fit.
Ok so.... This is filthy, as we knew it would be. I have had a ton of fun writing this, just so you know <3 I dint expect you guys to love the first part as much as you did! Thank you so much for the feedback I love you!!!
Part One
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Warnings: C!ckolding, Cheatingish elements, definite emotional cheating (Y/N w H), oral sex, biting, slight overstim, degrading of Y/N's partner, possessive!Harry, kind of asshole!Harry (not to Y/N), soft!Dom Harry, condescending talk, he's filthy
Preparing to fuck someone in front of your boyfriend was surprisingly easy.
Then again, it was likely because it was for Harry.
As nervous as she was, the excitement outweighed it. Being comfortable around him was natural, but knowing that he was just as eager to do this as she was had soothed a lot of the initial nerves she had anticipated when Devon had first brought it up.
She’d laid down the law to him when he had come over earlier. He sat in the living room while she finished primping for Harry’s arrival, but her mind wasn’t on him at all.
That should have been a sign that this wasn’t going to work out well, at least for her boyfriend, but Y/N was selfishly choosing to ignore it.
Lathering on vanilla cashmere lotion (and trying to ignore what the hell cashmere even smelled like) she had her hair pulled out of her face and her favorite matching set on. It was cliche, red lace, but it made her feel undeniably sexy. It wasn’t something she had worn for Devon before, something she’d gotten for herself before they’d even begun their relationship, but an occasion like this felt like the right time to have it out.
The dress she’d pulled over it was flimsy, likely able to pass as a swimsuit cover up rather than a proper piece of clothing to run to the shops, but she knew she wouldn’t have it on long. Harry could be patient, but based on the texts she had gotten this morning, he lacked it in this specific area.
A flush washed over her chest as she remembered exactly what he had said.
Harry 🥊: On the chance of being a bit inappprpiate you can tell me to fuck off, but I was barely able to sleep last night. I was thinking about finally being able to get my hands on you. I’ve waited a while, and as much as I want to take my time, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.
Harry 🥊: so if I come across as greedy, I am. I’m not sure if this is a one and done situation, and selfishly I’m hoping your boyfriend likes it so I can keep doing it.
Y/N: we haven’t even done it yet and you’re already wanting more?
Harry 🥊: I have no doubt in my mind that I’ll want it all, but I’ll settle for whatever you give me.
He sounded… hungry, in those texts, and it thrilled her in ways it shouldn’t. Y/N wasn’t afraid to admit to herself that seeing him act so eager had been a shift for her in what she realized she wanted. No one had ever talked to her like that, but she wanted more of it.
Blowing out a slow breath through her lips, she smoothed the rest of the lotion on her forearms before reaching for her perfume and doing a light spritz. It was something she read on the internet that was supposed to make your perfume scent stay on better, apparently, and she wanted to smell good for him, especially when he was going to be so close to him.
It hadn’t been uncommon in the past for him to comment on how he liked her perfume and that she always smelled good. Harry always noticed the little things that she changed up. The hair cuts, the new necklace, the new lip stain, and she liked that he had attention to detail so it made it a lot more fun to get ready to do this. He’d appreciate it in ways it hadn’t been in a while.
It wasn’t that Devon was an awful boyfriend. He ticked the boxes most were supposed to tick when it came to boyfriends. Flowers sometimes, paid for dinners, good morning and good night text messages, compliments at the right time, all of those things people deemed super important. Saying he was a bad boyfriend was simply not factual- but she wanted more.
Comparing him to Harry was unfair considering he was a very unique specimen of mankind, but she wouldn’t say she wasn’t doing it now that the offer had been made.
Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself to push the thought away as she headed out of the bedroom and into the hallway. The soft padding of her house shoes on the floor was the only sound in the house besides the TV droning on in the living room. She could see the back of Devon’s head from where she stood, his attention solely focused on what was playing on the TV. She knew he was nervous because he had told her as much- hell, she definitely was too- but he seemed content to wait until Harry arrived to say anything else.
The doorbell rang just as Y/N was about to open her mouth to say something to him. Her heart leapt into her throat, both excitement and nerves that she had tried to push away flooding right back into her system as Devon shot up from the couch far too eagerly.
Before she could even process it or tell him to let her answer it, her boyfriend was yanking the door open and there he stood, taller and slightly irritated in expression.
Harry.
He looked... good.
Better than good.
It was never a surprise when people thought Harry was attractive. There was a running joke that everyone in their friend group ended up with a brief crush on him regardless of their orientation, simply because he was just… Harry. Tall and built in the way that showed he was more than just active, with broad shoulders and a lithe body littered with ink.
He was a gorgeous man and that was a fact. Pretty, even, with long lashes and light green eyes that reminded her of the ocean on a slightly cloudy day. His jaw was defined and so were his cheeks, and she had liked to tease him that the reason they were so defined was because he was always clenching his jaw. Usually that was enough to get him to smile for her and expose the devastating dimples in his cheeks and his teeth that reminded her slightly of a bunny.
It was the energy he held, though, that attracted people the most. When his appearance was the draw, the way he carried himself was the main attraction. Harry was real. He was blunt, not cruel, but honest in a way that tended to shock people but kind enough to keep them around.
He was a good person. Despite the somewhat intimidating aura he could hold and the job he chose to do, he was kind and actually gave a shit about the people around him, and that is what made people stick.
Y/N was one of them!
But now she knew the truth, and that did change things a little bit. Her interest hadn’t been one-sided and he had just been polite enough to back off so it didn’t cause any issues with her relationship.
Funny how that worked out.
His gaze was blank, borderline unimpressed as he looked down to see Devon on the other side of the door.
It was fascinating to see the shift when he caught sight of her.
That was something she wouldn’t have thought to look for before his open confession to being attracted to her, it seemed silly that she hadn’t caught it before. His change of expression was vastly softer, much more intrigued when he met her eye.
He caught her face first, seeing the light makeup she had put on. She’d kept it minimal considering she had a feeling it would sweat off (or cry, if she theorized correctly), but she liked the way she looked. Some mascara, a little highlight on her cheekbones and the tip of her nose and a rosy lip stain that deepened the color of her lips just a smidge, it wasn’t too different from her normal appearance.
There was a brief memory she had that had stuck with her when he had complimented a look like this that had amplified her confidence to choose that way to go with her makeup. It had been at a summer pool party of one of their mates who had gotten a condo in a place that had a communal pool and wanted to celebrate moving in where she had similar fears of makeup going everywhere, he had squinted at her in the summer sun and gently wiped a bit of her lemonade from her chin before telling her that she looked ‘very pretty’, letting the finger linger before pulling away.
Her skin had burned with the touch the rest of the night.
The approval was on his face as his lips tipped up, looking over Devon’s head even as the other man tried to greet him. But when his eyes dropped to her body, the second shift had goosebumps raised on her arms.
She’d never fully seen someone 's eyes actually darken before, but it was the best example she would have ever seen. His face falling slightly, jaw clenching tight, the vein in his neck showing before he relaxed it.
There was no explaining away the fact that she had gotten pretty just for him. In her black little dress that was a gauze like linen, a halter neck that tied with ribbon straps and tapered down to an empire waist with another tie back there to cinch it, she’d done it for his sake. The matching red set underneath the dress hadn’t even been exposed to him yet, but the thrill of it made her smile nervously.
“Hi.” She peeped, watching Harry half assed nod to Devon before crossing the threshold to her place and pushing past him.
Harry was usually confident, but the stride he had getting to her was determined. Like he knew exactly what he wanted as he maneuvered her living room, stopping right in front of her.
“Hi, sweetheart.” His voice lowered for her, a hand gingerly reaching for her waist. He’d stopped calling her that out loud when Devon had first made a fuss about their friendship, but it made its first appearance back.
Her heart thumped loudly in her chest at the term of endearment , her face flushing as his hand wrapped around her waist. It was warm and strong and she felt small compared to him. The heat from his palm spread through the thin fabric of her dress, making her skin tingle in a way it hadn’t before, a little shiver running down the length of her spine as she looked up at him.
"Hi back." She stuttered the repeated greeting, licking her suddenly dry lips.
His thumb moved in a slow stroke against the dip of her waist where he held her, his eyes dropping to watch the movement of her tongue before lifting back to her gaze. "You dressed for me." It wasn't a question. It was a statement that he already knew the answer to.
Y/N nodded her head. “I did, yeah.” It was hard to look away from him, even with the sudden shyness that she felt brewing. Harry was studying her and taking his time, the charged silence radiating off of them. He may have texted about being eager but he seemed to enjoy taking his time observing her, and that was more nerve inducing than the former.
Behind them, Devon cleared his throat awkwardly. "So... should we start?"
The energy shifted immediately. Harry's jaw flexed, his hand squeezing Y/N's waist just slightly before he glanced over his shoulder to the other man. The way he changed his expression so quickly had been a little shocking, but she didn’t say anything about it.
“I need you to understand something.” Harry turned himself and Y/N had to fight the sad noise in her throat from his touch disappearing from her. “If I’m being honest with you, I’m here for her. You were right- I’ve always wanted to have her. And now that she’s asked me to fuck her and go along with your little fantasy, so I’ll happily do it. But it isn’t for you, and I think you like it that way.”
Y/N could see that it was the truth. Where she had expected push back from him, Devon dropped his eyes and nodded rapidly. “Y-Yeah. Of course. Y/N told me the terms and I’ll just be in the corner. I’ll be quiet.”
“Good.” Harry grunted. “I’m going to pretend you aren’t here. I don’t want to hear anything from you unless it’s a safe word, and if you say that it’ll all stop.” Regardless if he wanted Y/N or not, Harry respected that. The word was his suggestion, actually, and Y/N knew that spoke to the type of guy he was. “I’m taking her to the bedroom. Keep it down when y’get off, yeah?”
Turning back to Y/N, his features softened just a tad before he reached for her hand. “C’mon. Show me your room. I’ve waited a little too long to see it like this.”
Her heart fluttered as she laced her fingers through his, the contrast between their hands making her feel delicate in a way that made her knees weak. Harry had some scarring to the knuckles, a bit of callusing to them. His palms were broad and fingers long as they curled around hers and pressed to the back of her hand, sliding between the spaces of hers like they belonged there.
Sure, she’d been close to Harry before. He’d hugged her, fixed her outfits when she almost had wardrobe malfunctions, and the aforementioned time he wiped her chin for her, but this time was different. Knowing what the end goal would be was exactly what had her nearly bouncing in her step.
Leading him down the hallway, she was acutely aware of his presence behind her, feeling his gaze on her as he followed with heavy footsteps. The bedroom door was already cracked open, pushing it open to reveal the space she had made especially cozy for this. Maybe it was a bit much, but she wasn’t sure what the end result would be. If this was a one and done she wanted it to be perfect, and taking into account that the environment definitely played a part, she made an effort. The sheets were fresh, her favorite scent diffuser was on with lavender and vanilla oil being puffed from the little spout, and the bedside lamp on as the only light. It felt wrong to use the ‘big light’ for something like this.
Somewhat dim lighting would help her forget about Devon’s presence too... And that was what she wanted.
“You’ve got a nice room. Changed it since I was in here.”
He was stirring the pot, knowing it sounded like they’d fucked around before but in reality it was when he had come over to help when she had gotten the flu. He’d been a massive help, showing up when other people were too afraid to catch it. He never did end up getting sick, even when she had coughed into his shirt when he’d given her a hug when he saw just how mopey she was from being sick and missing their group game night.
That’s just the sort of person he was.
Well… and the type that was goading her boyfriend, just a bit.
“Yeah, I moved the bed and dresser.” She turned to him but almost squeaked when she saw how close he was to her. Right at her back, she bumped into him before backing up a little bit with a nervous giggle that managed to escape. “Sorry! I didn’t expect you so close.”
His smile rose on his lip as he shook his head like he was endeared, lifting his hand up to curl over her jaw. It hadn’t been what she expected him to do, but she wasn’t complaining.
“You’re going to have to peel me off of you.” He mumbled, tapping his thumb under her chin. “I’ll be honest with you, sweetheart. I told you this morning that I was eager and I am, even more now that I’m in front of you. So I’m going to take over now, yeah? I know that’s what you want.” His eyes briefly drifted behind her, the tiniest smirk flashing on his lips before falling. “Know you’ve been neglected for a while. Let me take care of you.” Leaning his head down, he nudged her nose with his and hummed under his breath as he watched her eyes flutter. “Tell me you want that, and I’ll make it happen.”
“I want it.” Her voice was unfamiliar to herself, breathy and higher than normal when she responded, but she didn’t have the time to think about it.
As soon as he registered her words, he kissed her. His free hand fining her back and bringing her into him, he kept the grip on her face tender as his lips locked with hers, giving her bottom lip a little suck as he pulled back for just a second before going right back for more.
Her lips parted automatically, allowing him access to kiss her just as he wanted as she melted into his touch. Even something soft and borderline experimental had her body thrumming with want, and it spoke volumes to her to know that she felt so strongly just from a first kiss.
His thumb brushed against her jaw, tilting her head back as he deepened the kiss. She could taste the mild hint of coffee and mint on his tongue, holding back a mewl as his other hand splayed over her lower back. “Yeah. That’s what I knew you’d be for me.” Pecking her lips again he chuckled lightly, pulling back to press the pad of his thumb on her bottom lip until she suckled just a little bit on the tip of it. “So sweet and eager to please. Greedy. That’s what I like.”
When her hands grew minds of their own and decided to run down his torso, she could feel the slight tense of his abdomen- but she knew it wasn’t discomfort. She knew that he was aware of what it was she wanted to feel as her fingers reached the hem of his black tee shirt and lived true to her greedy description, sliding her hand against his bare stomach. Feeling the ridges of it, the soft of skin, the heat, she let out a happy sigh as he kissed her again. “Do you like what you feel?”
“Yeah.” Y/N had no problem admitting it as she gently scratched her fingers down the skin until she melt his belt. The hiss he let out through his teeth made her pause for a moment, but the miniscule shake of his head had her relaxing. “You’re gorgeous, Harry.”
It was a forbidden fantasy she’d had in the back of her brain since the dawn of their friendship. His body was insane, as was a direct show of how much care he put into it, but getting to feel the heated skin and the muscle that twitched underneath her fingertips felt like a reward for being good for so long. Keeping her head in straight and preventing herself from giving into temptation had paid off, even if it wasn’t in a way she had expected.
“Thank you. Such a sweet girl.” He murmured, the fond kiss pressed to her nose the last thing she expected. “But if you’re exploring, I think I am gonna explore some too. Let’s see what you’ve got underneath this.”
One tinged tucked into the loop at the back of her neck and pulled at the thin ribbon holding her top up slightly, and she felt the sag of the fabric immediately. With one smooth motion, he untied it completely, letting the halter top fall away and reveal the lace underneath.
His dark lashes lowered slowly as if savoring the sight, green eyes hot as he took a glance back to her eyes before letting them drop back again. He was eating her with them, dragging over her skin and the thing she’d picked out for him.
"Red lace, sweetheart? That’s why you asked for my favorite color?" His deep voice dropped lower, calloused fingers tracing the delicate embroidery along the top edge of the cup. He was delicate in his touch in a way she hadn’t expected. Gingerly stroking over her like she was a piece of art, fragile and delicate.
"Look at you, all packaged up like a damn present. All of this for me?" His gaze flickered between her face and her chest, thumb brushing a knuckle against her collarbone.
Even if he knew the answer, he wanted to hear it from her- and Y/N was in the business of making Harry feel good today.
“Yeah.” The admission was paired with a smile as she let her other hand wander behind his neck. “I wanted to give you something pretty to look at.”
“As long as you’re in the room, I have that. Doesn’t matter what you wear but… Fuck me, baby.” He swallowed, lifting his palm to cup her. “I love this. Love that you want t’dress up for me.”
His hand covered most of her, his fingers splaying out wide. The lace of her bra did little to hide her hardening nipple underneath as he gently squeezed her through the fabric, his brows furrowing just a little as he concentrated on the view. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch these. How many times I’ve imagined palming your pretty tits in my hands and feeling how soft they are. I used to wonder if they’d fit perfectly in my hands like this. Fucking perfect.” He growled, giving a harder squeeze before his other hand tugged down the cup.
“My god, Y/N.” His voice sounded pained as he let both of his hands dip into the cups, exposing her to him and the air. The contrast of the cool of the room and the heat of his hands made her gasp as he leaned into her ear, kissing the shell of it before rumbling just to her. “They’ve gotten me off so many times. One day, m’going to fuck them. Watch my load drip down them before I have you lick it up from my fingers, because I know you’re good and I know you will... But not today. Not yet.”
The filth that had come out of him was enough to make her moan. Whiny and soft she arched herself into his hands, her nipples gently squeezed between the spaces of his fingers and his mouth finding hers again.
This time it was hotter. The kiss more rushed as he went in tongue first, finding her own before suckling on the end of it. The need behind it was the thing getting her weak in the knees. To feel so desired was a new thing entirely.
The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it was such a contrast to the other experiences she’d had that it almost felt fake, in a way. Like something she’d read about on her kindle while crossing her thighs together and hope no one was reading over her shoulder instead of something feasible for her to experience.
His mouth left hers reluctantly, and she whined at the loss, but when his eyes roamed down to take in the rest of her, she was satisfied with the view she was getting in return.
Harry’s hands slid down her ribs, skimming over the fabric of the rest of her dress, taking his time to feel her on the way down. A soft hum vibrated through his chest as his fingers drifted to find the ribbon that tied at the small of her back, the one that kept the rest of the dress in place.
"I think I want this off. As much as this little dress is a tease, and I like it… I think you’ve teased me long enough.”
He knew she would know what he was talking about.
Because she did tease him sometimes. It was subtle enough for her to play off of need be, because she definitely wasn’t confident enough to full on go for it when it came to their friendship, but enough for him to shoot her a look and for her to smirk just a tiny bit before going back to what she was doing. A brush of a foot over his leg, letting her chest brush his arm, giving his arm a squeeze, all between the breaks in her relationships.
Very rarely, during.
“You can do whatever you want.” She let her fingers dip into the waistband of his pants, the tighter squeeze from the belt making it hard to go too far. The hair he had was strangely soft under her fiingertips, but the groan he let out was anything but.
“Yeah, I can. Cause you’re mine tonight, aren’t you baby?”
“Yes-Yeah. I am.” It nearly had her panting as one swift pull of the other ribbon had her dress falling to a heap on the floor and a rough string of curses left his mouth. Almost like it was too much for him, he leaned his head back and mouthed something that looked a lot like ‘Thank you’ to the sky before she met his eyes again.
His eyes raked over her body, from the red lace bra to the matching panties that barely covered anything of her ass, the matching set a true sight to behold. "Fuck me. Red everything?"
"Just for you." She admitted shyly, feeling the heat pool between her thighs at his hungry gaze on her. It was still so unfamiliar, but especially coming from the man in front of her. There had been caught glances that had her flushing before, but this was blatant. Raw. She could feel it lingering between them, heavy in a way that made her want to sink into the heat he was giving off. “You said it was your favorite and I wanted you to be happy.”
“You’ve done a very good job at making me happy, then. Such a nice girl, so considerate.” Harry stepped closer, his hands slowly reaching for her with an unhurried delicacy that had her shivering with anticipation. Fingers dragged slowly over her waist and down towards her hips before they reached for her waistband of the panties she had put on for him, taking a deep inhale as he dropped his head back to hers. "You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart. Can’t even get over it.” Dipping his hands under the band, he let it scrape against his knuckles. “Give me another kiss.”
That was a request she obliged happily to, lifting herself onto her tiptoes to press her lips against his.
The kiss it softer this time around. He was slower, taking his time and exploring her mouth at his leisure. He nipped at her bottom lip, sucking it gently into his mouth before releasing it with a soft pop. His hands, meanwhile, were pushing it further- slowly pushing into her panties, sliding around back to take her ass in both of his palms.
His lips moved slowly against hers, savoring her mouth like it was something precious as his hands explored her ass, squeezing over it as he pulled her into his body and let her feel his broad body against the softness of her own.
It felt good to be handled like that, with a slightly rougher grab of the ass with the contrast of the sweetness of the kiss. It was unexpected, almost, from the way he had been looking at her but honestly? Y/N should have known.
Harry always treated her with respect, keeping his touches light and gentle whenever he had the passing chance to lay his fingers on her, but having the mix of his hands greedily kneading at her ass like he had been dying to get a touch while he kissed her so slow and curious was enough to have her panting for more.
The kiss felt like it went on forever, just two sets of lips moving against each other and tongues occasionally brushing. It wasn’t rushed or sloppy in the way she sometimes imagined kissing him, but sweet and exploratory as he learned how she liked to kiss. He seemed to enjoy the way she liked to suck lightly on his upper lip when he pulled back just a little, making a noise in the back of his throat that sounded almost surprised before diving back in.
His left hand slipped further down, fingers tracing along the crease between her ass while his mouth finally left hers with a trail of wet kisses down her jaw to her neckThe wet print of his kiss exposed to the cool air in her room left the trail of goosebumps in their wake. It felt like he couldn’t decide what to do first, where to touch- and she didn’t mind it at all.
Feeling him all over her was a dream come true, even if it was a slightly guilty one.
"Always smell so good." He whispered against her pulse point, teeth gently scraping before sucking hard on the skin.
She gasped, her fingers digging into the back of his neck as she felt the sting of it with the soothing brush of his tongue following right afterwards. The heat between her legs throbbed, her head falling back as a whiny moan escaped her throat. It would leave a mark. there was no way it wouldn’t. The evidence of him being on her would be right there with her when she looked in the mirror, and it was hard not to feel worked up about it.
In a way, it was a claim. Harry had told her plainly that he didn’t care about Devon, that this would be about them- but when he mentioned a ‘next time’, she couldn’t deny the thrill it brought her.
She hadn’t even had him inside of her yet, but she knew it was going to be good.
His lips moved leisurely against her neck like he had all the time in the world to get to know the dips and bends of her, kissing and sucking softly as he whispered against her skin. "Want to make sure you have more of me even after tonight is over. I want to leave my mark on you, sweetheart. Want you to look in the mirror tomorrow and see where I've been." His words were low and husky, his breath hot against her skin as he continued to kiss and tongue over her skin. "Want you to remember me being here, being inside you."
Her thighs shook, a mewl leaving her as she pressed herself harder against him. The possessiveness of the words wrapped around her like a vice, squeezing something tight in her chest. Was it wrong of her to want it as much as she did? The answer was a likely yes. But getting to have her fantasy come to life right in front of her eyes, feel it all over her skin, it was too good to stop herself.
"I want that too." She admitted breathlessly, fingers tightening in his hair as she tilted her head farther back, giving him more access to her neck. The vulnerability of the moment made her heart race- not just because of what he was doing, but because of how he made her feel.
Desired. Needed. His.
Completely lost in the moment, she hadn't thought about Devon much at all since Harry had started touching her. The way his lips moved against her throat felt too good, too personal, and his words made her feel seen and desired in a way she hadn't felt in months.
When was the last time someone had wanted her like this? Really wanted her, not just going through the motions? Harry wasn't holding back or being polite- he was honest about what he liked and what he wanted, and god, she loved that about him.
Without warning, Harry's hands moved to her thighs, lifting her up effortlessly. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist with a bit of a wobble, a gasp escaping her lips as he carried her the rest of the way to the bed and laid her down gently on the soft sheets. His eyes never left her as he climbed onto the bed with her, hovering over her body. "Want to see you laid out for me," he murmured, his voice thick, obvious desire flaring in his face as he started pulling his shirt over his own head. "All spread out and pretty just for me."
So she did just that- lay there, breathless and waiting as Harry stripped his shirt off, revealing his inked torso to her view. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she let herself take in the sight of him above her. Harry’s broad shoulders, bare arms that had so easily lifted her and swelled with muscle that was just enough but not too much, the defined lines of his stomach, and the happy trail leading down into his jeans- fuck, he was beautiful, every inch of him. And he wanted her. He was hungry for her, eating her with his eyes as he flung his shirt to the side.
“Been thinking about this far longer than I should have.” His voice wasn’t quiet. Harry simply didn’t care about Devon’s suspicions being proven right because they were in the moment now. Getting what he wanted, seeing her splayed out in lingerie she’d picked out for him specifically, he had won. Even if it was only this one singular time, he’d won.
Y/N squeaked again as he grabbed her calves and hauled her closer, little effort needed to slide her over the bed. The act of manhandling so blatantly was a first, but she fucking loved it.
Despite the abrupt pull, his touch was tender on her skin as he spread her legs wide, positioning her exactly how he wanted her. She could feel the cool air hitting her most intimate areas through the thin lace of her panties, making her shiver. Harry's eyes were hooded as he took in the view, his thumbs hooking into the sides of her underwear.
"Need t’get a look at you, sweet girl. Lift up," he commanded gently, but with no question about the fact he wanted her to listen. It was the juxtaposition of the dominance he held and the care that he felt for her, really, that had Y/N feeling like she was on fire. When she obeyed, he slowly pulled the lace down her legs and tossed it aside without breaking eye contact, murmuring a quiet ‘good girl’ under his breath before he broke it.
When he took a look beneath him and got a good look at her bare for him, she sure as hell didn’t expect the deep groan that came from him, nor the way he hung his head and ran his fingers up her thighs while looking down at her newly bared cunt, but she enjoyed every second of it. “Christ. M’never going to forget this.”
She felt heat creep up her neck and over her cheeks, a small, pleased smile playing on her lips despite her shyness. Being observed so intently was still new, but knowing it was Harry looking at her made her feel a lot better about it. Maybe she should feel a lot more intimidated than the little bit she did, but considering how blatant his approval was, the confidence was slowly spreading through her as he gave her another awed shake of the head.
Her hands moved to cover her stomach instinctively, but when Harry made a sound in the back of his throat, she caught herself and let them fall back down to the bed. “Thank you. Don’t want anything restricting my view.” Harry's eyes followed the movement as she laid her hands out flat against the duvet before they returned to her body, his gaze hot as he watched her squirm under his stare. "So pretty," he whispered, almost to himself. "Perfect. Don’t hide any of you from me. M’going to make sure you know just how much I like what I see.”
Fingers momentarily drifted from her skin to pop the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down and letting the fabric sag to reveal his boxers to her- and a sizable bulge hidden underneath. “Look what you’re doin’ to me, baby. Barely got to touch you yet and you’re making me ache. Just let me love on you a little more, let me be greedy, and then I’ll give you what you’ve been neglected of.”
Neglected. Not the first time he’d used the word but if she were honest? It did accurately represent what had happened. Her needs had been neglected and pushed to the side. Not thought of or considered. It wasn’t even just in this relationship, either, but knowing that he could very clearly see that and wanted to fix it was enough to make her appreciation for him feel ten times amplified.
The sight of his growing erection straining against the fabric of his boxers was blatant and she wanted to have a closer look, almost asking him to give it to her, but when he kicked his jeans aside and climbed back onto the bed, Y/N was distracted by his mouth crashing against hers once more. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, parting her legs further to settle himself between them like he owned the spot.
The slow moving from learning before was gone, indulgence taking its place.
The weight of him, the heat of his body covering hers from the cool air inside of the room, all of it had her shuddering as her hands raised back up to grab into him.
This time she was the greedy one, running her hands over the plane of his back and feeling the muscle she had admired time and time again. All of him pressed into her, making her feel small in ways she had been craving, it almost felt like too much.
“There y’go.” He hummed in approval as her nails ran over his skin, the blunt scratch making him shiver himself. “Touch me however you want. Take why you need. I’ll give it to you. That’s what you deserve.” His mouth pulled from hers, nudging her jaw up as his kisses started back down towards her throat.
He kissed down her throat again, like he was starving for the taste of her skin, his beard scratching lightly against her sensitive flesh in a way that made her breath hitch and her chest arch into him. She’d always wondered how it would feel to have him so close, his stubble on her enough to leave a burn, but he was seemingly hell bent on having every bit of her curiosity sated.
Y/N could feel every hard inch of him pressed against her weepy cunt, separated only by the thin fabric of his boxers. A dangerously thin barrier for how hot she felt for him, how wet even the concept of this experience had gotten her even before he had arrived. It was enough to have her roll her hips up against him without thought.
"Fuck, sweetheart." Harry groaned into her neck, hips pressing down into hers in response. “M’gonna get there and give your cunt what it needs, I promise. But I need to suck on these for a bit.” He ghosted his lips over the curve of her breast. “Just let me have it.”
One thing she should have expected was how thorough he was.
That was just the way Harry was with most things. He delved in deep to subjects he liked and wanted to become nearly expert in things that, even if it didn’t make sense to anyone else, he wanted to know. He’d done it by learning the meanings of what Victorian flowers meant, color symbolism, the history of Black Sabbath and The Beatles, and Mike Tyson’s top ten knockouts.
The man liked to know it all- and it made sense that sex was no different.
He didn't go straight for her nipples like she’d expected, but kissed around them instead. Taking the time to learn the swell of her breasts and the dip between with his mouth with sticky kisses with a slow, measured studying that had her breathing kicking up.
It was torturous in the best way, making her whine only to be shushed lovingly as he avoided the obvious spots she wanted him to pay attention to. Laying his lips along the underside of her breasts, nuzzling into them like he was trying to bury his face in them, humming softly against her skin, he wasn’t shy about his infatuation with them in the slightest.
“So soft.” His words were muffled by the skin itself but she could understand it.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing kisses around them, he slowly pressed his lips to each nipple in turn, tongue brushing out against the hardened buds. He took his time kissing them reverently before pulling one into his mouth with a soft suck that had her fingers curling back into his hair. The sensation of his warm mouth enveloping her somewhat overly sensitive nipple while his hand roamed over her and held the other while unattended had an uncharacteristic moan peeling from her throat, enough that she’d probably be embarrassed about it when she thought back to it- but right now it was the only proper answer.
“Harry…” His voice was a whine as she let her eyes flutter shut, brows furrowing as he pinched her unsuckled nipple with his index and thumb. “Shit.”
There was nothing polite about it after that. Feeling him take more of her into his mouth with a hum, sucking in a pattern he matched with his hand before he pulled back and switched with little care of the spit that followed in strings to the opposite one on his bottom lip, her pussy felt the throb that had her squirming again.
“More.” The request was breathy as she ran her fingers through his locks, feeling the waves slip through them. “Please, I… You’re killing me.”
He chuckled around her nipple, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. "I know, sweetheart," he murmured, releasing her with a pop before immediately replacing his mouth with fingers, giving the wet bud a little pinch. His other traced down her stomach, dipping lower and lower until he was finally palming over her cunt, his thumb pressing down on her clit just enough to make her jolt from the connection. "That's the point." He grinned wickedly up at her. “I don’t know how anyone can have access to this 24/7 and not be on top of you. Touching you, kissing you… You’re everything a man could want.”
Her thighs trembled as his thumb stroked back and forth across her clit with featherlight pressure- enough to send sparks shooting through her but not enough to get her off. Every word he said wrapped around her, making her feel that desire yet again. There was no doubt in her mind that Harry truly did want her, that he was craving her just as much as she craved him.
Considering the whole reason the relationship that had gotten her here had suffered, pushing her right into the arms of the very man who seemed to be such an issue seemed ironic, and maybe it was, but Devon was a far thought right now other than the fact that she was secretly grateful that they’d had that talk- because she wasn’t sure how else she’d get here.
As much as she was a confident woman, she had been afraid to push the boundaries with him even when she was single out of fear or hurting their friendship, but now she had him all over her, petting her, priming her for him to take, learning her body because he wanted to know the intricacies of her pleasure. All because her own boyfriend failed to get her off, pawning it off to a man everyone knew would be more than capable of doing it while he watched in the corner with his dick in his hand.
She arched her back slightly, pushing her chest up toward him as if offering herself completely, her breathing coming in short little gasps as she chased more of the touch, feeling the smile against her skin as he let his lips fall back against her tits.
"You're so responsive," he praised, leaning down to kiss the valley between them, inhaling heavily. “Jus’ makes me want more of that. It’s been a long time since someone’s pet you properly, hasn’t it baby?”
If Y/N didn’t like the slightly vindictive tone in his voice, she would have had a hard time showing it. Feeling her body react to him being irritated in her honor, to calling out the man responsible for her sexual frustration while also not paying him much mind was one of the hottest things she had ever gotten to experience. “Uh huh.” She nodded, letting her lashes flutter as he sucked a mark right at her upper belly, making his way down her body. “A really long time.”
Making a click with his tongue, he shook his head, nose rubbing against the softness of her belly as he did so. “Oh no, sweetheart. That’s not nice. That won’t do, not if I have anything to do with it.” His stubble scratched against the smooth skin almost making her giggle from the tickling of it. Truthfully she felt giddy already, but having the physical sensation make her jolt only heightened it. “Well, you’re in capable hands now. Why don’t you just lay back n’let me make you feel good, hm? Need t’get a taste of this pussy. My mouth’s watering for it.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he simply began leaving his line of soft kisses along her abdomen, tracing the curve of her hips with his hands and finding his spot with his head between her legs, nuzzling into the soft skin of her inner thighs as he transferred his attention down there to messily pepper kisses to the sensitive skin like he just couldn’t help himself. It had the desired effect, it seemed, from the satisfied hum he let out when her hands were tightening their grip onto his hair as he spread her legs open wider, exposing her completely to him.
His thumbs spread her open, revealing her properly to his hungry gaze. It was more than she had ever really been examined before, almost embarrassing if it wasn’t for the pained look of need on his features. Having someone face first with her pussy and looking at her like he couldn’t contain himself was a new experience for her but it did quite well for her ego, regardless of how much she sort of wanted to close her thighs and let out a squeak as she felt the kiss right over her mound. “Jesus Christ. Look at this pretty little thing.”
His hot breath fanned over her swollen cunt, making her thighs twitch. He wasn’t careful as he laid a sloppy kiss right to her exposed clit before pulling back to blow cool air against the wetness that had pooled there, the contrast nearly making her cry out.
"This was what I needed, baby. Thank you for giving it to me." He mumbled before dipping his tongue between her folds, licking a long stripe up to her clit and back down again, it was gloves off. His tongue was relentless.
Flicking, swirling, pressing, losing the control he had tried to keep a handle on.
He ate her like he was starving for it, his tongue pressing into her hole in a move that had her gasping in surprise, tasting her from the source before pulling back out to suck hard on her clit, the pressure making her eyes roll back. It was so much at once, enough to have her hips moving but not enough to have her aware if she was trying to push closer or try to pull away.
Harry wasn’t having any of that, though. Bracketing his forearms over her thighs to keep her still, his nose bumped against the soft, plushy mound above her cunt, breathing her in deeply as he used his thumbs to spread her open wider, giving him better access to devour her. He hummed against her pussy, the vibration sending static shocks through her as he started to suck and lick her, unashamed of just how messy and noisy it all was.
Shame wasn’t a word in his vocabulary, pulling back with a wolfish grin just enough to use his strength to hook his arms under her thighs and pull her into him. “Need more, sweet girl. Give it t’me. Let me taste it.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond before she was pulled to his mouth and her own was falling open.
His mouth connected with her cunt with a loud, mess, sucking hard enough that she could swear she felt the pull all the way in her stomach. His nose nuzzled into her, breathing hot against as he held her up to his mouth, but not minding his manners at all. She’d never seen this side of him- the side that was untethered and yearning, taking what he wanted with little second thought. It was like he had been set off his leash for the first time- and she had vastly underestimated just how much he had been holding back.
There was no denying that he had been wanting this just as badly as her with how he devoured her. He was a messy eater, his lips smacking and sucking loudly against her folds as he hummed in appreciation. The sound of his mouth on her was almost as erotic as the feeling of it, the wet noises filling the room along with her broken whimpers and moans. No holding back the sounds of his own enjoyment, freely expressing just how badly he had been wanting a taste.
Her head thrashed back against the pillows, a broken moan escaping her lips as her thighs trembled around his arms that tried to fight to break through the hold, completely unable to keep them still. The lash of his tongue against her clit made her back arch off the bed, her fingers twisting in his hair hard enough that it probably hurt, but he didn't seem to care. In fact, the harder she pulled, the happier he seemed to be with her. The feeling of her had to be the mix of his spit and more slick than she had ever known herself to make was making an embarrassing mess on the duvet but he wasn’t letting up, even when he had come up briefly to check on her.
Wet chin, wet mustache, glistening in the dim light of the bedroom, he murmured to her. “You alright, baby? Making such a nice mess for me to clean up.” Pursing his lips, her gasp was sharp as he spit over her cunt and used his tongue to spread it. “Love it like this. I can’t wait to feel it on my cock, but I need you to cum for me first.” His grin turned mean, something that was enough to have her clenching around nothing. “I know you need it, but I need it more. Breaks my heart to know you’ve been going without.”
"Harry-" Her voice came out strangled, almost desperate as he returned back to his place, finger nudging itself inside of her in a smooth press that turned into two. Longer and thicker than her own it was enough to nearly set her off. "Harry, please. I can't-" The words trailed off into a gasp as he sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing. “M’gonna. I’m so close.”
He didn’t pull off. If anything, he kept it right where he was at, looking up through his lashes to dare her to do it.
Y/N wasn’t one to back down from a date- especially when It felt this good to win.
It was a hot wash of pleasure that rolled over her, a relief that made her eyes well up as her body tensed, thighs shaking as she came harder than she ever had before, crying out into the air. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as he kept licking through her orgasm, not making any move to pull away or stop, just kept lapping at her as she came all over his face, reveling in the mess he’d made of them.
It didn’t take long for her to become too sensitive as he did his best to work her through it, clean her up with his tongue with a happy hum. Her hands ran clumsily through his hair and pushed him away weakly as the last shudder made its way through her. "Too much. No more, please." She gasped out, slightly breathless as she let her legs part from where they’d tried to close them despite his hold on her, knees falling open wide as she stared down at him with slightly bleary, wet eyes.
The sight was one that she was going to do her best to keep in her brain forever. His mouth was wet, his jaw shiny with her, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of herself for it. Feeling her gaze on him, he slowly licked his lips, thumb coming out to swipe along his mouth as he smiled right back up at her. “Thank you for that, sweetheart.” He slowly raised himself from the position to climb back over her, crowding her space. “Do you need a minute, hm? Want some water?”
It was bittersweet yet again, feeling the care that radiated off of him as he reached to the bedside table to grab the bottle she usually had set there and guided it to her mouth. “Slow sips. I know that was a lot.” He coaxed her into drinking a little bit, his other hand stroking the hair from her face.
Being treated like this in bed was new to her. She hadn’t had all bad partners, sure they’d check in on her, but knowing that Harry was hard as nails and resting against her thigh and still kept his attention on her and if she was okay and not about how quickly he could shove himself inside of her did something to her brain that made her feel a lot more emotional that she expected.
Tenderness was bleeding through every action as he pulled the bottle from her and let it close up, the relief of even just a few sips surprising her.
It only took a few words to pull her from the blissful, starry eyed trance she was in from staring up at the handsome man on top of her.
“Is she okay?”
It was Devon. On all other accounts it would be good to have him check in- to show he cared- but in this instance? It upset her. She had wanted to forget he was there, and his voice had made her drop from whatever high she had felt.
It was obvious Harry felt it. His gaze sharpened from the tender one that had regaled her own, jaw tight as he turned to glare at whatever corner the man was in. Y/N didn’t bother to turn her head. There was no doubt in her brain that Harry would take care of it.
“She’s fine. I’ve got her.” He barked. “Keep quiet. I don’t want to hear from you. When we’re done, let yourself into the living room and leave us.”
It was obvious that Y/N was more receptive to the dominance that Harry had and he had caught on right away, and aftercare was important in any relationship. Intimate- and something he didn’t want the other man in here for.
Whatever Devon’s response was, Y/N didn't pay any mind. Her focus went to his chest, the hanging necklace that she fiddled with and admired before she wrapped her arms around his neck, deciding she was done with him glaring at the other man.
The kiss she pulled him into surprised him, but Harry was quick with it. A soft sound of approval was hummed against her lips, nose nudging hers as he pulled back a little bit. “I’ve got you, sweet girl. What do you need?”
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warnings- Cuckolding, talk of kink, unhappy relationship, anxiety, what could be perceived as cheating*
*This is Y/N's BF's idea but this is also a H story so... we all know that he's the main star. There is some grey area here considering she and H have a connection (even unexplored) and she keeps this from him. Harry also DGAF about this boyfriend at all, so while this isn't cheating it's still adjacent so I wanted to put that disclaimer in.
Y/N wasn’t sure how to go about it.
When Devon had opened up about his particular, somewhat peculiar fantasy, she had tried her very best to be open minded. Speaking generally she was, in pretty much every way. She didn’t usually feel too much judgement from people when they spoke about kinks or things they were into.
Different strokes for different folks, right?
She tried to be open about what she liked, at least. They’d had a bit of a rocky relationship but Devon was trying and he was being more open. That’s what counted to her, and she had promised when they had decided to give it one more shot that she would give him the benefit of the doubt and be open to suggestions.
When they’d started the discussion about what they could do to improve their bedroom activities, Y/N had been going to suggest practice. Toys. More oral, because her orgasms were somewhat (very) lacking. It would have sounded mean to say in the way it truly was, but it had been a problem for them.
As sweet as Devon tried to be, he just… wasn’t hitting it. He was trying (she thinks?) but he wasn’t able to give her what she needed. She didn’t think she had to orgasm every single time but the tally marks were off.
It had become a point of resentment for her, washing his cum off her stomach while he fell asleep and she was just sore from lack of preparation and unfulfilled from lack of orgasm.
Everything was lacking.
She had avoided talking too much of her own current bedroom activities to her friends when they discussed it because, well… she didn’t have much to report on. It made that resentment grow. Sex wasn’t everything, but it was a good part of a relationship! It was intimacy, something meant to bond them closer, but Y/N only felt herself drift further apart when they had sex.
They’d almost called it quits when they had agreed to sit down and try and talk those things out. It had been hard to tell him that their sex life wasn’t giving her much of anything and he had obviously felt really embarrassed about it. She had seen him flush and the way he looked genuinely saddened, he’d apologized for being selfish, and that had been the beginning of them trying to patch it up.
Talking about their fantasies as they sat on her couch hadn’t been where she imagined her night to begin with when he had suggested a pizza and movie date, but she sure as hell hadn’t been prepared for him to tell her what he wanted.
“I want to watch you fuck someone else.”
The statement was rushed as Y/N’s eyes widened, pizza getting cold on her plate as she waited for him to laugh or say he was kidding- but all that followed was a nervous swallow and silence.
“I… What?” Y/N blinked rapidly as if she was going to wake up from a dream, but the vision remained the same. Her boyfriend looking red in the face as he wrung his hands together.
“I want to watch someone else fuck you. It’s my fantasy. I-I know it’s weird, but I’ve thought about it a lot. Especially after you said… I didn’t satisfy you. I want to see you feel good a-and see how they do it. I even know of who I’d want to see you fuck, if that’s something you’d ever be up for.”
The rambling had made her own face feel hot. He’d been thinking of this for a while, apparently. But he even had a person in mind? It went that far deep?
Y/N wasn’t sure, but she was curious.
“Okay… Sorry, I’m not judging you or seem like you need to be ashamed or anything. I just didn’t at all expect that.” Placing her paper plate on the coffee table, she raised the Diet Pepsi to her mouth to take a sip from the straw to give herself something to do other than stare.
“I know. I know it’s weird and that’s why I never wanted to tell you but I just, I’ve thought about it for ages and I want to see it, if that’s something you’re comfortable with.” Devon looked to his lap before meeting her eyes again.
“Who is it that you want to fuck me?” Y/N felt no need to beat around the bush at this point. She wanted to know what it was that he wanted so she could mentally go through it. Give him an answer.
If this was in any of her past relationships, it would likely be a ‘hell no’ off the bat. She was pretty much strictly monogamous, but… she couldn’t deny the prospect of having good sex didn’t appeal to her. It wasn’t cheating he wanted it and she wouldn’t lie and say she hadn’t fantasized about other people. It made her feel bad, but being as unfulfilled as she felt… it just happened.
Shifting in the cushion, Devon took a deep breath before muttering an all too familiar name. “Harry.”
If she thought she couldn’t be more shocked, she was wrong.
Harry was her friend. Her close friend of quite a few years that belonged to her core friend group, and a man that Devon had been resentful of since day one.
He’d tried to make her pick between the two of them in the past. The beginnings of their realtionship after a night out, he’d said Harry stared a bit too much and was too handsy- he really wasn’t, at least in her mind- and he wanted her to stop hanging around him so much or he wasn’t sure he could do it.
Y/N had told him she wasn’t choosing between friends and a boyfriend and if he felt so strongly he could go- but he didn’t. He stayed, albeit unsettled and irritated whenever Harry was around.
She could tell he was intimidated by him though considering he barely ever talked to him. When asked about it, Y/N had told Harry that he was jealous and that he was unsure about their friendship but she hadn’t cared, and since then she had noticed he had been a tiny bit more distant.
Not enough to be worrisome but enough to let her know he was trying to be as respectful as he could. Because Harry was a good guy.
He was a professional MMA fighter, he had a good amount of tattoos and he was bigger than Devon in most ways, so she could see why he was intimidated. He wasn’t the most talkative person in the world, but he was kind and genuinely a wonderful friend. Y/N wouldn’t choose a relationship over a guy who had come with chicken soup when she had caught the flu after attending one of his fights, or who never minded picking up her drunk ramble calls, or who always made sure to walk on the outside of the sidewalk.
He was one of the good ones. And ironically? Someone Y/N had a teensy crush on whenever she was between relationships.
That should have been an automatic contender for her to say no. Harry was complicated both with Devon’s resentment in the past and her own feelings which were never disclosed to him- and never would be.
It was selfish and wrong but she didn’t want to have to stay completely away from him if Devon found out. It wasn’t like she’d ever act upon the feelings whilst in a relationship either. Y/N wasn’t a cheater.
This new opportunity was something else altogether. It was unexpected, yes, but maybe it was something she could potentially get behind.
“Harry?” She asked cautiously. “As in, my friend Harry? The… The one you hate?”
“I don’t hate him.” Devon rushed to say. “I never have. I just know… He likes you. I can tell. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said he was staring. He always sat near you or close enough to stare at least. And I know he’s like… bigger than me. More manly and all of that.” Clearing his throat he crossed his ankles, avoiding Y/N’s gaze. “And I wasn’t happy at the idea of him stealing you. But the more I thought about it the more I considered the both of you… together. That way. Where I can see. And it bloomed into wanting to actually see it.”
Y/N's chest feel tight at his admission, but it was her face that felt hot. Harry? Liked her? She had noticed that he stared sometimes but truthfully she hadn’t let herself daydream that he was properly looking at her. It was easier to always chalk it up to fleeting glances she happened to catch, nothing more. But Devon seemed certain both then and now.
"I..." She swallowed, lips opening for a moment before closing. It felt hard to believe this was a real conversation that they were having. "Harry wouldn't want that. We're just friends."
Devon scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him. "He'd want you. I've seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one's watching. You're the only person in this friend group he actually... softens around."
That wasn’t the first time she had heard that particular thing and Devon wasn’t the first one to point it out. Their friends had been convinced they’d get together one day but she hadn’t seen it happening. Quite a few of her girlfriends had told her that he was different around her and if she let herself observe it was true, but especially as of late she hadn’t let herself notice a thing.
Not when Devon appeared as self conscious about him as he had.
Now though, she wondered how much of that was true.
“Is this something you really want, Devon? It could potentially go bad. It could change us for the worst.” The caution had to be said, regardless if her body was thrumming at the idea of Harry taking her. She owed their relationship that much.
Who’s to say Devon would actually enjoy it? Sometimes fantasies were better off being fantasy- but she couldn’t deny that she liked the idea the longer she sat on it.
“Yes.” His answer was sure. “I’d like this. I-I’ll even ask him, if you want. If you give me his number. I’ll ask him and explain so you don’t have to. Or I’ll go see him in person.”
She hesitated, chewing on her lip. If Devon asked, she wouldn't have to face Harry and potentially ruin their friendship if he said no. That part was appealing, letting Devon handle the awkwardness. But if Harry said yes... If Harry actually agreed to this, then what? Would she be able to handle seeing him differently? Touching him differently? Having him inside her while Devon watched, getting to experience something she had been thinking about for ages with guilt that lingered, but with the full permission to indulge? The thought made her stomach clench.
It was complicated. Harry wasn’t a stranger. He was someone she saw on a monthly, if not weekly basis depending on the time of year. It had the potential to be awkward and messy and ruin what was left of the relationship she was trying to salvage… But it wasn’t something she wanted to pass up.
Was it selfish? Yes. But she hadn’t been the one to ask. It was what Devon wanted, and if he was handling the risk, he had to know what the potential outcome could be. There would always be risk in adding a third person to intimacy, but Y/N wanted to fucking cum, and she knew Harry could give it to her.
He just… had that energy about him.
"Okay.” Y/N nodded slowly, letting the reality set in. “Alright. Yeah. If you ask him, I’m willing to do it. But you know that fantasy may be different than the reality, right?” Her hand gently brushed his, giving him one last chance to back out. “You could hate watching.”
“I won’t.” Standing up quickly, he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. “I have to ask him now. If I don’t, I’ll chicken out. He works at the gym down on Fern, right?”
Y/N was surprised, honestly, watching Devon nearly vibrate as he grabbed his keys. The nerve was hard to gather she would imagine, but she didn’t think he’d ask him today.
“Uh, yeah, but I don’t know if that the best idea-“
“I’m going now or I’ll lose my confidence. Okay? I’ll set it all up. It’ll be good, I promise.”
Y/N watched the door close behind him with the words echoing in her head.
It would be good, alright. For her, at least.
——
It was 45 minutes later that she got a text from him.
Harry🥊: Do you really want to do this? Or do I need to fight your boyfriend for making shit up?
Y/N snorted, wiping her fingers on her pajama pants printed with kittens and flowers so she didn’t get butter from her popcorn on her phone. The streaks would drive her nuts.
The swirl of nerves hit her stomach as she typed out her response.
Y/N: He said it was his fantasy to watch you with me. I’m not opposed… sorry for such a shock. I tried to tell him not to go to your job.
Harry🥊: I need an overwhelming yes before I actually agree. I’m not doing it unless you really want to.
Harry🥊: Respectfully, I don’t give a fuck what he wants. I care about what you want and how you feel.
God. Y/N felt the heat between her legs already just reading his response. The way he talked had always been a bit blunt and to the point, but reading that he cared the most about her made her feel special in a way she hadn’t in a long while.
Y/N: it is an overwhelming yes :)
Y/N: I’d like to. Is that weird? I don’t want to make it weird for you.
Harry🥊: It’s not weird. I just never expected your sweaty boyfriend to come into my gym shaking and ask to talk to me privately before stumbling all over his words to tell me he wants me to fuck his girl.
Harry🥊: If you were my girlfriend there would be no way in fucking hell that I’d let anyone else touch you, but I suppose that’s just me.
Why? Why did he have to make her flush like that? Why did he make her so giddy as she stretched her legs out, abandoning her popcorn with her full attention on her phone as the little bubble popped back up to show he was typing.
Harry🥊: He’s always hated me, or I thought so. Never thought that he’d ask me that. But I suppose he had good reason to.
Y/N: Why? You didn’t do anything to deserve him hating you… You’re always polite.
Harry🥊: Well, he wasn’t wrong about me staring at you. Or wanting to touch you. And he really wasn’t wrong about me wanting to fuck his girlfriend, but that seems to work in both of our favors now. Doesn’t it?
Y/N let out a shaky breath, inhaling slowly through her nose as she looked at the message in disbelief.
So she hadn’t been imagining the energy between them. The vibe.
It shouldn’t excite her as much as it did, but she kicked her feet in the air as she rolled onto her stomach and let her fingers type out a message back. Risky, maybe, but testing the waters.
Y/N: Yeah, I think so. The feeling is mutual.
Y/N: I was surprised when he said he had someone in mind and he said you… but I was happy about it. Excited.
The bubble showing his typing came up and went back down again, like maybe he was typing and deleting. It made her a little nervous, wondering if confessing that was a little much- until she read his response.
Harry🥊: I am too. He told me that he had trouble getting you to cum, but I’m not going to have that problem with you.
Y/N: oh, you think so?
She could feel the throb between her legs as she squirmed, crossing her legs behind her as she felt her phone buzz again.
Harry🥊: I know so. Not just once, either. I’ll make sure it’s something you don’t forget.
Y/N: I’m sure he won’t, either.
Harry🥊: To put it bluntly, I don’t really care that much about him. He wants us to ignore him, and I plan on doing that, but not for him. My attention is going to be on you and I’m going to make you feel good. It’s not fair you’ve been going without and dealing with the shit he’s out you through.
Harry🥊: I can’t fix everything, but I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. Whenever you want. Just… let me know. I’ll make myself available for you.
Was this cheating? No. It wasn’t, because Devon wanted this to happen. He had looked overjoyed that she had agreed and ran off to ask Harry himself.
It did make her question herself for a moment because she was far more giggly and excited over the prospect of Harry. His hands on her, his voice in her ear, his body on top of hers… All of that was milking about in her brain as she shot off her text.
Y/N: I’d like to make this happen tomorrow if we can.
Harry🥊: Give me a time and I’ll be there. Just let me know of any limits you have, and safe words.
Y/N: Uh… I think I don’t want to be blindfolded. I don’t want to look at him when we’re doing it so I’ll find a way to keep him hidden from us. No rope for my hands, not when he’s watching. Besides that, don’t just like… shove it in my ass with no prep or anything.
Harry🥊: Christ, babe. I’d never do that.
Harry🥊: Don’t tell me if he’s ever tried that. Not yet. I’ll end up killing him.
Harry🥊: You okay with kissing? Spanking? Spit? A hand on the throat?
Y/N had to groan into her sweatshirt, loudly after letting herself think about it. His hands, she loved his hands and she wanted them everywhere. All the time. Letting herself imagine it, letting herself know it would be a reality… It was fucking her up.
Y/N: yes :) please.
Harry🥊: Polite. You’re cute.
Harry🥊: Okay. We’ll discuss more tomorrow. Tell your boyfriend we’ll see him then.
Okay friends, I have 3 pieces that I’ve been working on bit by bit to post, so I want to know which one you’d like first to help me prioritize them a bit.
Okay friends, I have 3 pieces that I’ve been working on bit by bit to post, so I want to know which one you’d like first to help me prioritize them a bit.
