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A/N: It's been 2 years since I've updated this story and now it's close to all I think about. It's gonna be so fun to write because I have shit planned for you and Harry with the split tongue. I hope you enjoy it. reread part one of VS and the VS one shots if you want to follow this chapter better, but if not, soon it's not gonna be hard to know what's going on even if you didn't read those. Reblog it if you like it. tell me about what you like and dislike. I'm a whore for feedback and messages about what I write. 👹👹👹👹
Warnings: this chapter in particular doesn't have much warning besides talk about unprotected sex.
WC: 2.3k (short sweet juicy)
Your fingers drummed on the table as you sipped your frozen margarita. Though the alcohol had a burn, the chill of the drink soothed your throat that was surprisingly sore from the lewd noises that escaped you in the back seat of your car and the flavor of it quickly washed away the taste of yourself from having your own panties stuffed into your mouth as a gag. You’d decided pulling your hair back in a haphazard ponytail was better than keeping it in it’s freshly fucked state in front of Gianna and though she didn’t question it, you were too sure that she knew something was up. You were half an hour late after all.
“You’re sure everything’s good?” She asked you around a mouthful of her food. You really did find it deplorable when people talked with their mouth full.
“More than good. I uh… I was just running some errands and time got away from me. Sorry I was late.”
Gianna nodded in understanding. “I get that. Dealing with Kamiah my day is barely ever my own. Time always gets away from me. Every time I look theres something new. If it’s not a broken arm it’s a school project-”
As Gia spoke you could feel yourself begin to dissociate. She was the only friend that you’d kept up with from your home town that had a child…She was honestly your only friend so naturally you felt bad when your brain made you do everything but pay attention to what she had to say. You at least owed her that much for standing by your side in spite of what she knew.
Nodding your head and taking another cooling sip from your glass, you pretended to feign some kind of interest. It’s not that she was a mother and you didn’t appreciate that, but it was definitely something that you couldn’t exactly relate to. Even though you were the same age, you ‘d definitely felt as if having a kid put Gia into the category of a different type of adult.
“So it’s nice that he’s decided to finally step up to the fucking plate as a co-parent and dad and actually help me out more you know? It gives us time like this to hang out.”
“Yeah that has to be difficult. Definitely glad for you that he’s helping out more. Men are…such trash.” You’d chimed in only catching that last half of her conversation and made a mental note to try to pay better attention. If you’d planned on keeping the only friend you’d had, you knew that the two cent add ins on things and people in her life outside of yourself would have to be expanded on eventually.
When your waiter brought your taco dinner to sit in front of you, you’d grabbed one of the three before the plate could even hit the table. If there were three things that Harry was good at it was his tattooing, piercing, making you cum, and drawing up a huge appetite from what could only be described as a sex olympics. You’d almost finished the first of 3 in two bites before Gia interjected.
“Well damn. I know you like the food here but I didn’t know we were doing a mukbang.”
Finishing your mango margarita you licked the tajin and chamoy off the side of the rim before lifting the empty glass and signaling for the waiter to bring you another. Picking up a napkin to wipe the side of your mouth was all that you could do before swallowing your food to respond while Gia laughed.
“Sorry, I haven’t really eaten all day... You know what, no. Why am I apologizing to you? Fuck off, Gianna.” You chuckled out a laugh yourself as a new margarita was placed in front of you and the old glass was removed from the table.
“What errands were you running before you got here? A 4k?” Gianna sipped her water as she watched you take a sip of your replenished drink. You’d never told her that you admired her will power since she’d been sober, but you definitely did. You always found it amazing that anytime the two of you would go anywhere and you’d have a drink in each fist that Gia would be fully content sipping her water and enjoying her time still. Never tempted. You felt as though sometimes you’d see her staring longingly at the way that the is would melt in your whiskey sours, but her will power was always strong. She did it for her daughter…Maybe thats the reason that she was so hell bound on sharing news on her every day?
“No I..I like…I had a date, okay? A meet up.” You picked up your second taco and grinned, knowing the reaction the news you’d just spilled would pull.
“Who?!” Gianna leaned in closer to you with her eyes wide and an impatient look about her.
“Mmm. Do I tell you. I don’t know if I should.
“You absolutely tell me. You wouldn’t have brought it up if you weren’t at least thinking about sharing that part.”
She had a point.
“It was a Serpent tongued asshole that you’re familiar with I think…Fuck. That tongue.”
A change in Gia’s expression was light, but highly evident. The corners of her mouth fell slowly from being tuned upward to a fine line, tightlipped grin before she caught what she’d done. You learned to watch peoples expression when you shared certain information with them. In your opinion it let you know who you could and couldn’t trust.
“M-my boss? You and Harry-”
“The first time was actually when you set me up to get my tattoo by him. I was actually pretty thankful that you didn’t show after that appointment. Not that I don’t love you, but- What? Do you not approve?”
“No, no, no, no, no- I mean of course I do, but I’m just in shock.” Gianna spoke quickly as she stammered over her words. Was it a lie, or genuine surprise? “Like he hasn’t said anything. You haven’t said anything until now. Why didn’t anyone say anything?” The thick plastic cup of water raised to Gianna’s lips as she took the black straw in her mouth and began to chew it.
“Don’t know really. I didn’t want to like, upset you? Or anything.”
“No I’m not upset why would I be? I mean I just don’t want anything to go wrong between the two of you and then I get put out a job-”
“I mean I don’t think you would. It’s not like we’re serious or like exclusive right now. Just fucking.”
She nodded her head before laughing what felt to be a genuine laugh and you sipped your drink again.
“So the first time was at the tattoo shop?” Gia looked at you with a grin on her face but something about the inflection of her tone made you feel as if she was perhaps…jealous?
“Yeah. He said he doesn’t fuck clients often, but you know men and their lies. Maybe you can give me insight. What number am I really— that you know of anyway?”
“I don’t really think he does, Y/n. He really just comes in and goes to work. I haven’t heard him talk about anyone. Not on a serious level anyway. I’m sure he gets around, but I don’t know of anyone that he’s brung around.” Gianna pushed rice around her plate, no longer interested in the food, but more so the new topic at hand. You watched her intently as you continued your drink. Why was she so off?
“So you’ve fucked him, then?”
“What?”
“I’m sorry I know that sounded more like me stating fact than me asking. Have you and Harry, ever-”
“N-no, Y/n. What the fuck? He’s not my type. He doesn’t bring his girlfriends or conquests to his shop.” Gia laughed nervously as you tilted your head to the side. Was it guilt? Is she lying? Lying to you seemed to be the nights theme.
“Come on, Gianna. You don’t have to be into a person to fuck them, just slightly attracted to them, right? I’m not asking if you dated before. I’m not mad or anything. I just want to know if we are Eskimo sisters.” You chuckled to put your friend at ease before sitting back in your booth and grinning. Perhaps the rigidity of your posture made her feel threatened.
“No, Y/n. I’ve never fucked Harry.” Gianna finally put herself at ease and as a result so did you. You hadn’t realized how much you were actually relying on a truthful answer from her.
“Good, because I think I’m kind of starting to enjoy his company. It’s a shame how quickly that tends to happen after you get good dick.”
“Dear God.”
“So tell me about him. He really doesn’t have anyone else interested in him at the moment? He’s hardly virginal.” You’d gotten an odd feeling of flutters in your stomach as you thought about him. Certainly this was the crush stage and even though everything in you was telling you to tread lightly, somehow still you knew that you were quickly being catapulted into liking him more than you expected to so quickly. Taking out your phone you texted him again, solidifying your thoughts.
Did the security guard know?
You thought about the way the burly man dressed in all black made his way towards your parked car as you climbed back into the front seat. There’s no way that he didn’t know about what the two of you were doing in the back seat. Especially by the way that the condensation from the heat that you and Harry gave off fogged the car windows.
“I would’t say that people aren’t interested in him.”
“People?” You looked up from your phone intrigued by the statement.
“All sexes seem to take notice of Harry. He’s definitely mainstream attractive even if he is covered in tattoos. Women, men they/them, have all taken a shot. He just hasn’t really shown any interest in anyone…I mean, I guess, not until now with you. He’s always either working or distracted with something else.”
“Something else, or someone else?” You quirked your eyebrow hoping that she’d spill whatever it was that she knew about Harry. You didn’t want to obsess over him, but doesn’t everyone do this when they like someone? Try to figure them out. Their likes, their dislikes, things about them in general…
“If I knew I would tell you. I swear. He jokes with us we all talk to him, but mostly it’s about surface level shit. I don’t know much about him besides he moved here from England and his shop blew up one or two years after he got here…It’s always made me wonder because the shop isn’t like any other one I’ve worked at. He’s got state of the art shit in there that’s sought after and it’s fucking expensive.”
“Maybe he came with family money?” I questioned now even more interested than before.
“Maybe, but if he does he’s not telling us about it.”
H: Don’t know what he could have seen with the way you fogged up the windows 😏 I got fined for noise complaints. Apparently there was screaming coming from an old school mustang that was alarming the residents that were walking in the building.
You grinned from ear to ear.
“Maybe I’ll find out as I get to know him better.”
Both you and Gia paid for your food before saying your goodbyes and parting ways. Somehow it seemed darker than it was when you got to the restaurant. The drive home was long. It seemed that regardless of how late it was or how close the proximity of the restaurant to your house actually was, traffic still won out making what should be a 15 minute drive closer to 35 minutes.
Tossing your purse and keys on the couch was the first thing you did before making the way towards your bathroom to shower. The day felt exceedingly long, yet you were satiated with it; especially with how it ended the food, the drinks, the sex. Harry was taking up the spaces in your mind as quickly and fully as he filled the space between your legs. There was a nagging part of you that felt as if it would be best for you to pull back.
Calm down.
The rational part of your internal monolog repeated the two words in different tones of voice; sweetly when you felt butterflies, calmly when you felt anxious, and with stern warning when you began to see red. This time, the discernment was sweet. How could it be anything but when thinking of him?
When you turned on your shower and took off your clothes, your bottom lip drew quickly into your mouth. You tried your best to fight off another smile, but even when you’re naked you couldn’t help but think of him thanks to the tattoo drawn on your leg to stay forever, the body mod jewelry that gleamed in the light, and his dried cum that marked the inside of your thighs.
Chuckling to yourself, you closed your toilet seat and sat on it; waiting for the water of the shower to warm up to your liking. Though you didn’t text him a picture of his handy work like your first mind told you to, you did however google his name.
“Arrogant fuck.” You spoke outlaid to no one in particular. He probably loves that you can google him.
And google him you definitely could. Harry Styles, 29 owner and CEO of Scarred Styles. There were of course pictures of his work, but as you continued to scroll deeper you saw it all. Pictures of him leaving clubs after what appeared to be drunken nights out on the town with various celebrities whose tattoos he’s done; His famous instagram account with over 10 million followers; Pictures of him at fancy fashion shows sitting front row with big name celebrities, and of course his assumed net worth. But what shocked you most, what caught your eye the most, was the mug shot picture of his younger self.
I am obsessed with AI generating exactly what Harry's tattoo shop looks like in my head. Hope you liked it. I'll edit it later 🥹
