Summary: You are his son's tutor, it couldn't have been more innocent. That is, until you set your sights on what you want and go above and beyond to get it. OR Harry is oblivious and thinks you want his son except what you want is right in front of you.
WC: 3.8k
Warnings: friend's dad!Harry, smut with plot, 18+, oral (male receiving), age gap
It never should have gone this far. It was a simple crush, a little fantasy. A girl could hope, but you never thought it would get so far. You didn’t actually think you’d have an affair with your friend's dad.
It started very harmlessly. A peer of yours needed help in physics, and you happened to be acing the class. You told him you would help him out a few times a week, just until he gets his grades up. Real tutors are too expensive to waste money on when a friend is willing to help anyway.
The first day the two of you were to meet, your friend, Chase, suggested you come over to his house. It was right after school, so you caught a ride with him instead of taking the bus.
The two of you worked for a few hours figuring out g force and tension until he had a decent grip on his homework. You were gonna go crazy if you had to explain another problem to him, plus you had homework of your own to catch up on when you got home.
You were about to call it a night when the front door you had walked through hours prior opened once more. You looked up from the dining table since the house was a pretty open concept and an older man walked through the door. He must be Chase’s dad. He walked to the kitchen not noticing the two of you and set his belonging down on the island.
That’s when he looked up and finally saw you two. “Chase, I didn't know you had company over.” he said surprised.
“This is my…tutor.” he introduces “We were just working on homework.
“Would you like to stay for dinner?” Mr. Styles asks.
The question catches you off guard. You were looking forward to going home and getting some work done. However, there was something so compelling about him that made you want to stay.
You saw it when he walked in but you tried to ignore it — he was an attractive man. You didn’t necessarily have a thing for older men, but there was a reason why you hadn’t dated any of the boys in your grade seriously.
You contemplated his question for a minute: Would you like to stay and eat dinner with your friend's hot father or go home and make yourself ramen noodles and do homework?
The answer was simple: “I’d love to stay, if you’d have me.” you smiled. The last part of your sentence, extra intentional.
“Great, we’re having my famous Greek chicken.” he smiled, rolling up his sleeves, leaning against the island.
You definitely saw it here. The way he rolled up his white dress shirt to his elbows exposing some tattoos. His arms were attractive and you wondered where else on his body he was hiding ink. His fitted white dress shirt and slacks were a staple office outfit, but you found yourself wondering what he looked like underneath.
You stopped yourself from staring too long and went back to focusing on Chase’s problem. You watched as his face contorted as he thought deeply about the physics in front of him. You took in his features, they were very similar to his fathers, but also very different. He had chestnut brown hair rather than his fathers mocha brown hair. They both had the same eyes, but Chase lacked the glimmer his father’s eyes had. Chase was lankier than his built father.
The differences didn’t stop at physical differences. Mr. Styles had confidence that lacked in his son. He also had a very distinct charisma that was missing from his spawn. Biology can be strong but personality can’t be passed down.
The two of you finished his assignment and packed up your books and notes. You decided to ask Chase’s dad if he needed any help in the kitchen.
When you walked through the doorway you were met with his back facing you. He leaned over the stove, his back muscles visible through his shirt and they moved every time he added something to the pan. If you weren’t hungry before you sure are now.
You walked up behind him, a little too close to be casual and asked, “Is there anything I can do to help Mr. Styles?” He turned around, your faces just inches from each other.
“You can call me Harry, and I don’t suppose there’s anything you need to do. You’re a guest, you should be relaxing.” he assured you.
“Well Harry,” you start testing out his name. “My mother always said you should help the host, so I think I’d be much more relaxed here with you.” you speak honestly. It’s true what your mother said and you do like helping out in the kitchen, but the way you said it was a little flirty, but only if Harry took it that way.
“Your mother seems like a kind lady. If you insist on helping, you can set the table. The plates are in the cupboard right above the dishwasher.” he pointed out to you, before going back to mixing ingredients on the stove.
“Speaking of mothers, can I ask where Chase’s mom is tonight?” you press. She hasn’t shown up and the three of you were nearly ready for dinner. Surely she has to be around, this house is huge and way too big for just the two of them. However you only saw pictures of Chase on the walls, no images of a woman.
He pauses his actions on the stove and turns so he can speak to you while you set the table. “His mother and I are…separated.” He admits. He doesn’t seem upset or angered by it, just content.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sorry for asking about that.” you apologize.
“It’s alright. It happened when Chase was little. She wasn’t fit to be a mother and we weren’t the right fit for each other.” he explains.
“So it’s just been the two of you?” you ask another personal question trying to understand why the gorgeous, tattooed man who was making you dinner is still single.
“Yeah it’s just us. Chase has always been my number one priority with work close after. That doesn’t leave much time for dating.” He answers honestly.
“Well you’ve done a good job with Chase if that means anything from me.” You tell him trying to lighten up the situation.
“Thank you. It means a lot actually.” He answers.
The silence lingers for a minute, the two of you not adding more to the conversation. Then the oven goes off reminding the two of you to join reality.
The food was ready and you were about to eat.
“I’m gonna go wash up before we eat.” You announce to him.
“The bathroom is down the hall.” He directs.
You make your way to where he pointed and even the bathroom is as luxurious as the rest of the house. Everything is in order not a hair out of place. You want to peak into his medicine cabinet but you know you’ll just find a confirmation of how perfect this man is.
You catch your reflection in the mirror as you scrub your hands together.
You can’t be doing this. You think to yourself. You can’t be crushing on your friends dad.
You splash some water in your face and head back to the kitchen to eat dinner.
That’s when you hear some voices speaking in the kitchen.
“I think she’ll be good for you. You found a smart one…a kind one. Keep her.” a deep voice said. Harry.
“I know, Dad, but she only sees me as a friend.” the other voice says, defeated.
“Good luck, son.” Harry says giving him a pat on the back.
That’s your cue to renter the room.
“Everything looks lovely.” you compliment, sitting opposite of Harry at the kitchen table.
You can’t believe what you overheard walking in. Chase has a thing for you and you totally have a thing for his dad. How much more fucked up can this get.
You have to get your true intentions across somehow during this dinner. You don’t want anything else with Chase and he needs to know it.
The three of you eat in mostly silence. You trained your eyes on your plate not wanting to look at either of the men across from you for too long.
There were moments of chatter where the two of them would ask you a question and you would answer it as politely as possible.
After a few beats, Chase speaks up, “So are you seeing someone.” he tries to ask nonchalantly.
For the last twenty minutes, you have been unintentionally making flirty eyes at his dad and he wants to ask you this question.
Sitting there looking at Chase after he voiced his question, you only had one thought. You only want one of these men and it’s not him.
“At the moment I am not.” you look up at the two of them. “I’m keeping my options…open.” you continue, your foot trailing from your side of the table to the other.
“So there’s no one you have your eye on?” Chase pushes.
At this point you have to commit. Your foot grazes just above Harry’s ankle. An action so slight that it could have been a mistake. That is until you drag it further up his leg gauging a reaction.
“Y’know, now that you mention it, there may be a guy.” you admit keeping your eyes trained on Harry who is trying to focus on eating his chicken.
“Really?” Chase asks, more excited this time.
Your foot is still touching the outside of Harry’s thigh under the table. You move it one last time over the top of his toned thigh and almost to his crotch.
“Really?” Harry sputters, trying not to draw attention to what you were doing.
His face was flushed and he looked adorable.
The rest of dinner went as nice as it could. Just a little small talk from the three of you.
You helped Harry dry the dishes. Anything to spend some more time with him. You were too nervous to do anything else bold, just the two of you alone.
When the two of you finished, you didn’t want to leave his presence. His house was warm and inviting. His food was some of the best you’ve had. Everything about him was inviting.
“I didn’t see a car in the driveway. Did you need a ride home?” He speaks up.
“That would be great. Thank you.” You tell him, wiping your hands on the towel.
The two of you climb into his black Range Rover. He opened your door first, of course.
Some soft rock is playing in the background, but the rest of the ride is silent besides you telling him directions.
He hasn’t dared bring up what you did at dinner, so maybe the feeling isn’t reciprocated. You weren’t really expecting it to be anyway.
Within a few minutes, the two of you pull up to your house. The front light was on and your dads car was in the driveway.
“Well this is me. Thank you Mr. Styles for dinner and for driving me.” you tell him reaching for your backpack.
“No problem.” she assures you.
When you reach for the doorhandle, he stops you. “Hey wait a minute-“
You stop why you're doing to look at him waiting for what he has to say.
“I don’t know if it’s my place or if you want to hear this from me, but… I think Chase really likes you. I think you’d be good for each other.” He says honestly.
You can’t help but let out a small laugh. There’s no way this was happening. The guy you want is telling you straight to your face that you’d be good for his son.
“What’s funny? What’s wrong?” He questions your reaction.
You laugh again, trying to think of something to say. “Did I say something wrong?” He asks.
“Y-You’re fine — nothing's wrong.” You assure him. “Well besides maybe your eyes. I can’t believe you think I'm into him.”
“Of course I thought you were into him. You came to our house, you were too nervous to look at him, you were buttering up to me.” He lists. For a moment you can almost see where he is coming from.
“We came to your house because it was easier, I wasn’t nervous to look at him, I was busy looking at you. In case you forgot, I was literally playing footsie with you at dinner. Who does that when they like someone’s son?” You explain your side of things.
“So you admit it? You were doing that to me on purpose. I thought I was going crazy and you were trying to get Chase's attention.” He confronts you, raising his eyebrows.
He drags a hand over his face. “How is this happening right now?” He says to no one but himself.
He's flustered. You did this to him. This is the longest the two of you have been alone and the truth is starting to come out.
He’s across from you running his hand over his face, but all you’re looking at are his lips. They’re a nice shade of pink but you’re sure they’d turn red if you bit them. They look soft and you wonder if they’ve kissed anyone recently.
“Are you serious right now?” His voice breaks you from your thoughts. “You’re staring at my lips right now.”
“I-I wasn’t-“ you stammer at getting caught.
“This isn’t right you know.” He says at you, his voice serious.
“I know but I can’t help who I’m drawn to.” you sheepishly admit to him. It sounds worse when you say it out loud.
“No, it’s not right that I feel the same way.” He almost whispers.
You look up at him through your eyelashes, previously feeling too nervous to look at him at all since getting caught.
“You what?” You ask him leaning closer. The only thing between the two of you is the center console.
“Don’t make me say it again.” he breathes, leaning closer.
“No one else has to know.” Is all you have to tell him.
The next thing you know he is leaning forward closing the gap between you. Your noses brush and you're eager for connection.
He’s hesitant, but his lashes flutter and the feeling you’ve wanted all night is finally here. His lips on your lips.
At first it’s delicate, like he might break you if he pushes too far.
He pulls away and you don’t read any regret on his face. You pull him back in by his neck, this time you taking the lead and kissing him deeper. The hand that was on his neck gets lost on his hair. The other one trailing down his body until it brushes the part of him you want the most.
You pull away this time to catch your breath. The two of you are breathing heavily in the front seat of Harry’s Range Rover. You hope it’s too dark out or that your windows are tinted so no one can see what is happening inside.
Despite the darkness you see Harry’s chest rising and falling, his hair slightly messy, and his lips glistening from what you had just done. You’re sure you look the same way at this point.
Once he regains his composure, Harry is the first to speak. “We probably shouldn’t have done that.” He admits to you.
You know how badly you were affecting him. You saw his erection through his slacks. He was just giving you a way out.
“Yeah…” you trail unsure of what to say. “Goodnight Harry. Thanks again for everything.” You tell him. You hop out of his car, body still tingling with excitement. What a rush tonight was.
You make your way quietly to your bedroom, careful to not get stopped by one of your parents. You try and finish your homework but the image of Harry giving into you in the car is too strong in your brain. Instead you opt for getting yourself off over and over to the thought of him with your fingers before falling asleep.
——-
The next day was Saturday. You don’t have school. You know the Soccer team practices on Saturday mornings, so you know Chase will be there this morning.
You head downstairs and tell your Dad you have tutoring again today and he tells you that you can use his car.
The next thing you know, you are pulling up to the same house you were at after school yesterday.
With a slight nervousness, you knock at the door. Within seconds, the door is swinging open to reveal Harry. He stands there with a look of surprise on his face wearing a fitted shirt and some sweatpants. Much different than his work attire from last night.
“Hello.” he greets, unsure what to say “Chase isn’t home at the moment.” he says scratching his neck.
“I know he’s at practice this morning. I came here to see you.”
“Me? Why would you be here to see me?” He pushes, acting oblivious to your intentions.
“I came to finish what we started last night.” you tell him.
He pulls you inside by your wrist, pinning you to the door. Your eyes search each other to make sure everything is okay before he is leaning down and attaching his lips to yours again.
“Y’okay with this?” he asks into the kiss.
“Yes” you respond but it comes out more like a moan.
“You’re driving me crazy.” he confesses to you.
The kiss is more eager today than it was last night. The two of you are completely alone and could do anything you wanted.
The two of you are breathing deeply into each other, the kisses getting sloppy. You take this opportunity to shuffle with his waistband and the tie on his joggers. He grunts in response to your actions.
You take one hand and palm him over his pants. He feels bigger than you expected, his size shocking you. You can’t wait to see it.
He moans into your mouth at the action. You take the opportunity to pull away and kneel down. You roll the top of his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. A small dribble of wetness leaks through th fabric driving you feral. You grin him over the thin cotton making him wince.
“Are- Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks you. You don’t know how many times you have to tell him that you want him. Instead you just rub your nose over his clothed dick and mouth some kisses over the fabric.
He gets the hint “Go on then. Take it out.” He commands. And so you do.
His dick is everything you thought it would be. Not that you thought of it much, just a few times last night…and this morning. He was big, like you predicted. You couldn’t help wonder how he tasted.
You look up at him for assurance and just know what to do next. You’ve done this before but never with someone so big or confident. You just hoped you would be good enough for him. He probably has lots of experience.
You start kissing up and down his length. One hand resting near his balls, another directing him into your mouth. It’s slow and sensual, like you are trying to get used to him. Like you are warming up to take him in your mouth. You lick a strip from his base to his tip, and when you reach the top you decide to take him in your mouth. You only go about halfway to get the feel of him.
You bob up and down, careful not to take too much. You have a hand on what doesn’t quite fit in your mouth. You must be doing a good job because above you, Harry, is biting down on his lip and tilting his head back.
“That feel good, Mr. Styles?” You don’t know why you opted to address him that way; it just felt right in the moment. It must have felt right for him too because he shifted his hips up and grunted in response.
“Feels good. Y’Perfect.” He compliments through his breaths. He tilts his head back up to see you better. The image of you on your knees in front of him is something he can never forget. The compliments from the older man above you is something you will never forget.
You pull back a little tatsing the pre cum on his slit. You’re taking your time, trying to give him the best you can.
“What happened sweetheart, you were doing so well.” He eggs on.
“S’just so big.’ you moan.
You put your mouth back on his length, this time taking him further. You feel his hands find your head gently pressing down to push you deeper. You sputter a little and he lets up on his grip. You detach from him again your saliva leaving a string.
You go right back to business taking him down your throat.
“Slow down. M’gonna cum,” He warns you.
“I hope so.” you breath into him.
“Don’t want to finish like this, need to feel you.” He whines.
“Could do both.” You shrug, keeping your hands working on him.
He doesn’t respond to your suggestion knowing he’s going to come undone from your mouth and hands any second now.
You increase your speed knowing whats coming. “I’m close.” He pants.
His cock is covered in your saliva, the veins protruding, just begging to have a release.
“Come in my mouth.” you beg him. He doesn't double check, the confirmation one time being enough for him
Almost as soon as you ask for it, he is releasing into your mouth. The warm cum spurting into your mouth and dripping off your lip.
When he comes to, he joins you on the floor taking in your fucked face with the cum spilling out. He takes two fingers and gathers the white liquid on the corner of your mouth and directs his fingers into your mouth.
“Open,” he commands and so you do.
You suck all the cum off his fingers making sure to swirl your tongue around them to get every last drop.
“Good girl.” He compliments, helping you stand up.
He pulls on his sweats omitting his boxers this time. “How are you feeling?” He checks with you. “Wobbly.” Is all you can say.
The next thing you know he is picking you up and setting you on the couch.
“How ‘bout I start some tea. Then we can get you cleaned up.” He suggest
“I’d like that.” You reply, sinking into the sofa as your mind runs through todays events.
Summary: You are his son's tutor, it couldn't have been more innocent. That is, until you set your sights on what you want and go above and beyond to get it. OR Harry is oblivious and thinks you want his son except what you want is right in front of you.
WC: 3.8k
Warnings: friend's dad!Harry, smut with plot, 18+, oral (male receiving), age gap
It never should have gone this far. It was a simple crush, a little fantasy. A girl could hope, but you never thought it would get so far. You didn’t actually think you’d have an affair with your friend's dad.
It started very harmlessly. A peer of yours needed help in physics, and you happened to be acing the class. You told him you would help him out a few times a week, just until he gets his grades up. Real tutors are too expensive to waste money on when a friend is willing to help anyway.
The first day the two of you were to meet, your friend, Chase, suggested you come over to his house. It was right after school, so you caught a ride with him instead of taking the bus.
The two of you worked for a few hours figuring out g force and tension until he had a decent grip on his homework. You were gonna go crazy if you had to explain another problem to him, plus you had homework of your own to catch up on when you got home.
You were about to call it a night when the front door you had walked through hours prior opened once more. You looked up from the dining table since the house was a pretty open concept and an older man walked through the door. He must be Chase’s dad. He walked to the kitchen not noticing the two of you and set his belonging down on the island.
That’s when he looked up and finally saw you two. “Chase, I didn't know you had company over.” he said surprised.
“This is my…tutor.” he introduces “We were just working on homework.
“Would you like to stay for dinner?” Mr. Styles asks.
The question catches you off guard. You were looking forward to going home and getting some work done. However, there was something so compelling about him that made you want to stay.
You saw it when he walked in but you tried to ignore it — he was an attractive man. You didn’t necessarily have a thing for older men, but there was a reason why you hadn’t dated any of the boys in your grade seriously.
You contemplated his question for a minute: Would you like to stay and eat dinner with your friend's hot father or go home and make yourself ramen noodles and do homework?
The answer was simple: “I’d love to stay, if you’d have me.” you smiled. The last part of your sentence, extra intentional.
“Great, we’re having my famous Greek chicken.” he smiled, rolling up his sleeves, leaning against the island.
You definitely saw it here. The way he rolled up his white dress shirt to his elbows exposing some tattoos. His arms were attractive and you wondered where else on his body he was hiding ink. His fitted white dress shirt and slacks were a staple office outfit, but you found yourself wondering what he looked like underneath.
You stopped yourself from staring too long and went back to focusing on Chase’s problem. You watched as his face contorted as he thought deeply about the physics in front of him. You took in his features, they were very similar to his fathers, but also very different. He had chestnut brown hair rather than his fathers mocha brown hair. They both had the same eyes, but Chase lacked the glimmer his father’s eyes had. Chase was lankier than his built father.
The differences didn’t stop at physical differences. Mr. Styles had confidence that lacked in his son. He also had a very distinct charisma that was missing from his spawn. Biology can be strong but personality can’t be passed down.
The two of you finished his assignment and packed up your books and notes. You decided to ask Chase’s dad if he needed any help in the kitchen.
When you walked through the doorway you were met with his back facing you. He leaned over the stove, his back muscles visible through his shirt and they moved every time he added something to the pan. If you weren’t hungry before you sure are now.
You walked up behind him, a little too close to be casual and asked, “Is there anything I can do to help Mr. Styles?” He turned around, your faces just inches from each other.
“You can call me Harry, and I don’t suppose there’s anything you need to do. You’re a guest, you should be relaxing.” he assured you.
“Well Harry,” you start testing out his name. “My mother always said you should help the host, so I think I’d be much more relaxed here with you.” you speak honestly. It’s true what your mother said and you do like helping out in the kitchen, but the way you said it was a little flirty, but only if Harry took it that way.
“Your mother seems like a kind lady. If you insist on helping, you can set the table. The plates are in the cupboard right above the dishwasher.” he pointed out to you, before going back to mixing ingredients on the stove.
“Speaking of mothers, can I ask where Chase’s mom is tonight?” you press. She hasn’t shown up and the three of you were nearly ready for dinner. Surely she has to be around, this house is huge and way too big for just the two of them. However you only saw pictures of Chase on the walls, no images of a woman.
He pauses his actions on the stove and turns so he can speak to you while you set the table. “His mother and I are…separated.” He admits. He doesn’t seem upset or angered by it, just content.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sorry for asking about that.” you apologize.
“It’s alright. It happened when Chase was little. She wasn’t fit to be a mother and we weren’t the right fit for each other.” he explains.
“So it’s just been the two of you?” you ask another personal question trying to understand why the gorgeous, tattooed man who was making you dinner is still single.
“Yeah it’s just us. Chase has always been my number one priority with work close after. That doesn’t leave much time for dating.” He answers honestly.
“Well you’ve done a good job with Chase if that means anything from me.” You tell him trying to lighten up the situation.
“Thank you. It means a lot actually.” He answers.
The silence lingers for a minute, the two of you not adding more to the conversation. Then the oven goes off reminding the two of you to join reality.
The food was ready and you were about to eat.
“I’m gonna go wash up before we eat.” You announce to him.
“The bathroom is down the hall.” He directs.
You make your way to where he pointed and even the bathroom is as luxurious as the rest of the house. Everything is in order not a hair out of place. You want to peak into his medicine cabinet but you know you’ll just find a confirmation of how perfect this man is.
You catch your reflection in the mirror as you scrub your hands together.
You can’t be doing this. You think to yourself. You can’t be crushing on your friends dad.
You splash some water in your face and head back to the kitchen to eat dinner.
That’s when you hear some voices speaking in the kitchen.
“I think she’ll be good for you. You found a smart one…a kind one. Keep her.” a deep voice said. Harry.
“I know, Dad, but she only sees me as a friend.” the other voice says, defeated.
“Good luck, son.” Harry says giving him a pat on the back.
That’s your cue to renter the room.
“Everything looks lovely.” you compliment, sitting opposite of Harry at the kitchen table.
You can’t believe what you overheard walking in. Chase has a thing for you and you totally have a thing for his dad. How much more fucked up can this get.
You have to get your true intentions across somehow during this dinner. You don’t want anything else with Chase and he needs to know it.
The three of you eat in mostly silence. You trained your eyes on your plate not wanting to look at either of the men across from you for too long.
There were moments of chatter where the two of them would ask you a question and you would answer it as politely as possible.
After a few beats, Chase speaks up, “So are you seeing someone.” he tries to ask nonchalantly.
For the last twenty minutes, you have been unintentionally making flirty eyes at his dad and he wants to ask you this question.
Sitting there looking at Chase after he voiced his question, you only had one thought. You only want one of these men and it’s not him.
“At the moment I am not.” you look up at the two of them. “I’m keeping my options…open.” you continue, your foot trailing from your side of the table to the other.
“So there’s no one you have your eye on?” Chase pushes.
At this point you have to commit. Your foot grazes just above Harry’s ankle. An action so slight that it could have been a mistake. That is until you drag it further up his leg gauging a reaction.
“Y’know, now that you mention it, there may be a guy.” you admit keeping your eyes trained on Harry who is trying to focus on eating his chicken.
“Really?” Chase asks, more excited this time.
Your foot is still touching the outside of Harry’s thigh under the table. You move it one last time over the top of his toned thigh and almost to his crotch.
“Really?” Harry sputters, trying not to draw attention to what you were doing.
His face was flushed and he looked adorable.
The rest of dinner went as nice as it could. Just a little small talk from the three of you.
You helped Harry dry the dishes. Anything to spend some more time with him. You were too nervous to do anything else bold, just the two of you alone.
When the two of you finished, you didn’t want to leave his presence. His house was warm and inviting. His food was some of the best you’ve had. Everything about him was inviting.
“I didn’t see a car in the driveway. Did you need a ride home?” He speaks up.
“That would be great. Thank you.” You tell him, wiping your hands on the towel.
The two of you climb into his black Range Rover. He opened your door first, of course.
Some soft rock is playing in the background, but the rest of the ride is silent besides you telling him directions.
He hasn’t dared bring up what you did at dinner, so maybe the feeling isn’t reciprocated. You weren’t really expecting it to be anyway.
Within a few minutes, the two of you pull up to your house. The front light was on and your dads car was in the driveway.
“Well this is me. Thank you Mr. Styles for dinner and for driving me.” you tell him reaching for your backpack.
“No problem.” she assures you.
When you reach for the doorhandle, he stops you. “Hey wait a minute-“
You stop why you're doing to look at him waiting for what he has to say.
“I don’t know if it’s my place or if you want to hear this from me, but… I think Chase really likes you. I think you’d be good for each other.” He says honestly.
You can’t help but let out a small laugh. There’s no way this was happening. The guy you want is telling you straight to your face that you’d be good for his son.
“What’s funny? What’s wrong?” He questions your reaction.
You laugh again, trying to think of something to say. “Did I say something wrong?” He asks.
“Y-You’re fine — nothing's wrong.” You assure him. “Well besides maybe your eyes. I can’t believe you think I'm into him.”
“Of course I thought you were into him. You came to our house, you were too nervous to look at him, you were buttering up to me.” He lists. For a moment you can almost see where he is coming from.
“We came to your house because it was easier, I wasn’t nervous to look at him, I was busy looking at you. In case you forgot, I was literally playing footsie with you at dinner. Who does that when they like someone’s son?” You explain your side of things.
“So you admit it? You were doing that to me on purpose. I thought I was going crazy and you were trying to get Chase's attention.” He confronts you, raising his eyebrows.
He drags a hand over his face. “How is this happening right now?” He says to no one but himself.
He's flustered. You did this to him. This is the longest the two of you have been alone and the truth is starting to come out.
He’s across from you running his hand over his face, but all you’re looking at are his lips. They’re a nice shade of pink but you’re sure they’d turn red if you bit them. They look soft and you wonder if they’ve kissed anyone recently.
“Are you serious right now?” His voice breaks you from your thoughts. “You’re staring at my lips right now.”
“I-I wasn’t-“ you stammer at getting caught.
“This isn’t right you know.” He says at you, his voice serious.
“I know but I can’t help who I’m drawn to.” you sheepishly admit to him. It sounds worse when you say it out loud.
“No, it’s not right that I feel the same way.” He almost whispers.
You look up at him through your eyelashes, previously feeling too nervous to look at him at all since getting caught.
“You what?” You ask him leaning closer. The only thing between the two of you is the center console.
“Don’t make me say it again.” he breathes, leaning closer.
“No one else has to know.” Is all you have to tell him.
The next thing you know he is leaning forward closing the gap between you. Your noses brush and you're eager for connection.
He’s hesitant, but his lashes flutter and the feeling you’ve wanted all night is finally here. His lips on your lips.
At first it’s delicate, like he might break you if he pushes too far.
He pulls away and you don’t read any regret on his face. You pull him back in by his neck, this time you taking the lead and kissing him deeper. The hand that was on his neck gets lost on his hair. The other one trailing down his body until it brushes the part of him you want the most.
You pull away this time to catch your breath. The two of you are breathing heavily in the front seat of Harry’s Range Rover. You hope it’s too dark out or that your windows are tinted so no one can see what is happening inside.
Despite the darkness you see Harry’s chest rising and falling, his hair slightly messy, and his lips glistening from what you had just done. You’re sure you look the same way at this point.
Once he regains his composure, Harry is the first to speak. “We probably shouldn’t have done that.” He admits to you.
You know how badly you were affecting him. You saw his erection through his slacks. He was just giving you a way out.
“Yeah…” you trail unsure of what to say. “Goodnight Harry. Thanks again for everything.” You tell him. You hop out of his car, body still tingling with excitement. What a rush tonight was.
You make your way quietly to your bedroom, careful to not get stopped by one of your parents. You try and finish your homework but the image of Harry giving into you in the car is too strong in your brain. Instead you opt for getting yourself off over and over to the thought of him with your fingers before falling asleep.
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The next day was Saturday. You don’t have school. You know the Soccer team practices on Saturday mornings, so you know Chase will be there this morning.
You head downstairs and tell your Dad you have tutoring again today and he tells you that you can use his car.
The next thing you know, you are pulling up to the same house you were at after school yesterday.
With a slight nervousness, you knock at the door. Within seconds, the door is swinging open to reveal Harry. He stands there with a look of surprise on his face wearing a fitted shirt and some sweatpants. Much different than his work attire from last night.
“Hello.” he greets, unsure what to say “Chase isn’t home at the moment.” he says scratching his neck.
“I know he’s at practice this morning. I came here to see you.”
“Me? Why would you be here to see me?” He pushes, acting oblivious to your intentions.
“I came to finish what we started last night.” you tell him.
He pulls you inside by your wrist, pinning you to the door. Your eyes search each other to make sure everything is okay before he is leaning down and attaching his lips to yours again.
“Y’okay with this?” he asks into the kiss.
“Yes” you respond but it comes out more like a moan.
“You’re driving me crazy.” he confesses to you.
The kiss is more eager today than it was last night. The two of you are completely alone and could do anything you wanted.
The two of you are breathing deeply into each other, the kisses getting sloppy. You take this opportunity to shuffle with his waistband and the tie on his joggers. He grunts in response to your actions.
You take one hand and palm him over his pants. He feels bigger than you expected, his size shocking you. You can’t wait to see it.
He moans into your mouth at the action. You take the opportunity to pull away and kneel down. You roll the top of his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. A small dribble of wetness leaks through th fabric driving you feral. You grin him over the thin cotton making him wince.
“Are- Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks you. You don’t know how many times you have to tell him that you want him. Instead you just rub your nose over his clothed dick and mouth some kisses over the fabric.
He gets the hint “Go on then. Take it out.” He commands. And so you do.
His dick is everything you thought it would be. Not that you thought of it much, just a few times last night…and this morning. He was big, like you predicted. You couldn’t help wonder how he tasted.
You look up at him for assurance and just know what to do next. You’ve done this before but never with someone so big or confident. You just hoped you would be good enough for him. He probably has lots of experience.
You start kissing up and down his length. One hand resting near his balls, another directing him into your mouth. It’s slow and sensual, like you are trying to get used to him. Like you are warming up to take him in your mouth. You lick a strip from his base to his tip, and when you reach the top you decide to take him in your mouth. You only go about halfway to get the feel of him.
You bob up and down, careful not to take too much. You have a hand on what doesn’t quite fit in your mouth. You must be doing a good job because above you, Harry, is biting down on his lip and tilting his head back.
“That feel good, Mr. Styles?” You don’t know why you opted to address him that way; it just felt right in the moment. It must have felt right for him too because he shifted his hips up and grunted in response.
“Feels good. Y’Perfect.” He compliments through his breaths. He tilts his head back up to see you better. The image of you on your knees in front of him is something he can never forget. The compliments from the older man above you is something you will never forget.
You pull back a little tatsing the pre cum on his slit. You’re taking your time, trying to give him the best you can.
“What happened sweetheart, you were doing so well.” He eggs on.
“S’just so big.’ you moan.
You put your mouth back on his length, this time taking him further. You feel his hands find your head gently pressing down to push you deeper. You sputter a little and he lets up on his grip. You detach from him again your saliva leaving a string.
You go right back to business taking him down your throat.
“Slow down. M’gonna cum,” He warns you.
“I hope so.” you breath into him.
“Don’t want to finish like this, need to feel you.” He whines.
“Could do both.” You shrug, keeping your hands working on him.
He doesn’t respond to your suggestion knowing he’s going to come undone from your mouth and hands any second now.
You increase your speed knowing whats coming. “I’m close.” He pants.
His cock is covered in your saliva, the veins protruding, just begging to have a release.
“Come in my mouth.” you beg him. He doesn't double check, the confirmation one time being enough for him
Almost as soon as you ask for it, he is releasing into your mouth. The warm cum spurting into your mouth and dripping off your lip.
When he comes to, he joins you on the floor taking in your fucked face with the cum spilling out. He takes two fingers and gathers the white liquid on the corner of your mouth and directs his fingers into your mouth.
“Open,” he commands and so you do.
You suck all the cum off his fingers making sure to swirl your tongue around them to get every last drop.
“Good girl.” He compliments, helping you stand up.
He pulls on his sweats omitting his boxers this time. “How are you feeling?” He checks with you. “Wobbly.” Is all you can say.
The next thing you know he is picking you up and setting you on the couch.
“How ‘bout I start some tea. Then we can get you cleaned up.” He suggest
“I’d like that.” You reply, sinking into the sofa as your mind runs through todays events.
hi everyone i just wanted to say thank you for the support on my last one shot, it’s very appreciated.
I wrote that blurb in a few hours the other night when I couldn’t sleep. I wasn’t even going to post it because it was barely finished and not proofread. However, thanks for reading it really has gotten me more motivated to write recently :)
To everyone, Harry was sweet. As a friend, brother, and neighbor, he was a kind young man. He was a polite actor, singer, and songwriter.
It doesn’t matter what aspect of his life it was; there was nothing but praise for Harry Styles. He gets the best reviews from critics for his music, and fans always rave about his concerts, and his co-stars have nothing but nice things to say about him on set.
To an outsider, it would be sickening to hear of all the great things he does and how naturally he does them. It seems like everyone has a story about how sweet Styles is. He even helped a fan parallel park their car once. It sounds insane.
He had manners, which is becoming increasingly uncommon in men. He was naturally funny and could compliment just about anyone with complete sincerity. He was everything anyone wanted in a man.
If you could “build a boy”, it is highly likely that the perfect product would be Harry. It’s too bad that this is the side that everyone gets from him. No one else would ever guess the dirty things he whispers in your ear while making love or the downright mean things he wants to do to you.
The two personas were so contradictory. He was as mean as he was sweet, but that part was only for you.
Bystanders would have never guessed that he had this side to him. Behind his smile lies a cruel man.
None of them would guess that he demands you come at least once before he can get off. They don’t know how many times he has come home angry from work and bent you over the kitchen table and restrained you with his belt - not even bothering to get to the bedroom.
There was one time in particular that you remember being fooled by his charm. It was one of the first times the two of you were intimate together. You knew he was rough, and it only excited you. It was something you would have never guessed when the sultry words dripped from his tongue: “I’d take you right here in front of all these people, but I don’t like to share” he whispered at the party you met.
That night you went home with him, so interested in the man he revealed himself to be rather than the man you had heard about prior.
The two of you had just met, but he was all over you in the back of the cab. When you made it inside, your clothes were strewn across the floor in minutes. He wasted no time getting what he wanted - and what he wanted was you.
The guy who had been singing about treating people with kindness on stage the night before was plotting the dirtiest things to do to you. When he met eyes with you across the bar the sweetness seeped off of him and was replaced by the man that stood before you.
He was in a hurry to explore every inch of you. The words he spoke sent shivers down your spine, “You gonna be a good girl and let me get you off? Gonna have you squirming round my head.” he hummed into your kisses. They were rough and needy.
The two of you somehow made it to the bedroom that night, and he pushed you down against the mattress and placed his warm thick fingers around your throat. “You gonna be good? I know you want it rough,” he spoke. No words came out of your mouth.
“ ‘m gonna need an answer, little doe, or I can’t fuck you, dumb.”
His vulgar words struck a chord. “I need it so bad, please.” He pushed down harder on your windpipe “Good.”
He hovered over you just taking you all in. He kissed deeply in the area round your neck where his hand recently had occupancy. Then he moved down to your breasts which he toyed with like no other man you met.
Usually, the men you slept with were less experienced and only cared about their own pleasure, but the man who was undressed before you knew how to take care of you. He pinched and flicked your nipples until the pain and pleasure just came out as a mix of sounds from your gut.
You knew the moans fed his ego the way he would speed up the lapping of his tongue in your breasts when he gave the que.
Everything about it was filthy. He was eager and desperate to get you off, so he ventured down to your thighs where he peppered tiny bites and kisses. He knew you were dripping for him, but didn’t want to dive in just yet.
He was in it for the love of the game. He knew he could make you come, but he was just having fun with it.
“Can’t wait to get a taste.” He mouthed into your thighs. The he pulled back to get a better look at you spread out before him. It was a gorgeous sight, one he hoped to see again even after tonight was over.
Right after he teased it, he brought one finger slowly down from the top of your clit, to your enterance and right back up again. The motion made you eager for more. Then he took that same finger and pushed it deep inside your hole.
When he pulled it out, it was glistening with your juice and he brought it up to his mouth that allegedly was as sweet as candy and swirled his tongue desperately around the digit.
He made himself moan the way the action turned him on. It was so simple, but the thought of you coming undone had swarmed his brain.
He repeated the action a few times, sliding his figer in and out of you. He liked to see your tight hole swallow his large finger. The look of it made his pants tighten.
He imagines his cock next at your entrace and the way it would look taking something that big.
He then leaned back in to get another taste of your clit, this time directly with his mouth.
It latched on and sucked you like he was on one mission - to make you come. He kind of was. His wet lips and tongue gilded all over your clit and folds. There was no space left untouvhed or unsatisfied.
The act was making your stomach swell with fire. No one had ever made you feel this way from head and you wondered if this is what you were missing out on the whole time.
Your head tilted back with pleasure as he continued to devour your cunt. He was so dedicated that you wondered if he even took a second to breath.
He did eventually come up for air and whisper words of encouragement to you. Words you couldn’t process fully because your core was on fire.
He went back down to finish you off. His hands digging into your thighs like leverage to get deeper into your warmth. And it worked his tongue was working overtime inside of you and his fingers grazed your clit making your legs shake.
“Shit, Harry, I’m gonna -” you warn him. He doesn’t let up at your words.
“I’m gonna cum, Oh my..--” you try and get out, but he is too fast and too aggressive taking you.
He is absolutely ravenous groaning into your pussy. When your back arched up, you caught him grinding himself into the mattress. Eating you out had an adverse affect on his cock.
He mutters something into you that could have sounded like “Come for me.” but you couldnt’ make it out from the ringing in your ears and the sounds of your own panting.
The next thing you know, your orgaasm crashed into you and down your body, the warmth heating you. It knocked the wind out of your chest first. Then it made your core tighten and legs wrap around Harry’s head.
He relentlessly lapped up everything he could before you tried to physically push him away.
“Too much. Too sensitive” You whined and he just grinned.
He grinned the same grin that the fans claim comes from the sweetest man alive. If only they knew what he had just done to you. If only they knew that oicture perfect face was covered in your come.
If only they knew that sweet perfect man was asking, “You still think you can take me inside you?”
To everyone, Harry was sweet. As a friend, brother, and neighbor, he was a kind young man. He was a polite actor, singer, and songwriter.
It doesn’t matter what aspect of his life it was; there was nothing but praise for Harry Styles. He gets the best reviews from critics for his music, and fans always rave about his concerts, and his co-stars have nothing but nice things to say about him on set.
To an outsider, it would be sickening to hear of all the great things he does and how naturally he does them. It seems like everyone has a story about how sweet Styles is. He even helped a fan parallel park their car once. It sounds insane.
He had manners, which is becoming increasingly uncommon in men. He was naturally funny and could compliment just about anyone with complete sincerity. He was everything anyone wanted in a man.
If you could “build a boy”, it is highly likely that the perfect product would be Harry. It’s too bad that this is the side that everyone gets from him. No one else would ever guess the dirty things he whispers in your ear while making love or the downright mean things he wants to do to you.
The two personas were so contradictory. He was as mean as he was sweet, but that part was only for you.
Bystanders would have never guessed that he had this side to him. Behind his smile lies a cruel man.
None of them would guess that he demands you come at least once before he can get off. They don’t know how many times he has come home angry from work and bent you over the kitchen table and restrained you with his belt - not even bothering to get to the bedroom.
There was one time in particular that you remember being fooled by his charm. It was one of the first times the two of you were intimate together. You knew he was rough, and it only excited you. It was something you would have never guessed when the sultry words dripped from his tongue: “I’d take you right here in front of all these people, but I don’t like to share” he whispered at the party you met.
That night you went home with him, so interested in the man he revealed himself to be rather than the man you had heard about prior.
The two of you had just met, but he was all over you in the back of the cab. When you made it inside, your clothes were strewn across the floor in minutes. He wasted no time getting what he wanted - and what he wanted was you.
The guy who had been singing about treating people with kindness on stage the night before was plotting the dirtiest things to do to you. When he met eyes with you across the bar the sweetness seeped off of him and was replaced by the man that stood before you.
He was in a hurry to explore every inch of you. The words he spoke sent shivers down your spine, “You gonna be a good girl and let me get you off? Gonna have you squirming round my head.” he hummed into your kisses. They were rough and needy.
The two of you somehow made it to the bedroom that night, and he pushed you down against the mattress and placed his warm thick fingers around your throat. “You gonna be good? I know you want it rough,” he spoke. No words came out of your mouth.
“ ‘m gonna need an answer, little doe, or I can’t fuck you, dumb.”
His vulgar words struck a chord. “I need it so bad, please.” He pushed down harder on your windpipe “Good.”
He hovered over you just taking you all in. He kissed deeply in the area round your neck where his hand recently had occupancy. Then he moved down to your breasts which he toyed with like no other man you met.
Usually, the men you slept with were less experienced and only cared about their own pleasure, but the man who was undressed before you knew how to take care of you. He pinched and flicked your nipples until the pain and pleasure just came out as a mix of sounds from your gut.
You knew the moans fed his ego the way he would speed up the lapping of his tongue in your breasts when he gave the que.
Everything about it was filthy. He was eager and desperate to get you off, so he ventured down to your thighs where he peppered tiny bites and kisses. He knew you were dripping for him, but didn’t want to dive in just yet.
He was in it for the love of the game. He knew he could make you come, but he was just having fun with it.
“Can’t wait to get a taste.” He mouthed into your thighs. The he pulled back to get a better look at you spread out before him. It was a gorgeous sight, one he hoped to see again even after tonight was over.
Right after he teased it, he brought one finger slowly down from the top of your clit, to your enterance and right back up again. The motion made you eager for more. Then he took that same finger and pushed it deep inside your hole.
When he pulled it out, it was glistening with your juice and he brought it up to his mouth that allegedly was as sweet as candy and swirled his tongue desperately around the digit.
He made himself moan the way the action turned him on. It was so simple, but the thought of you coming undone had swarmed his brain.
He repeated the action a few times, sliding his figer in and out of you. He liked to see your tight hole swallow his large finger. The look of it made his pants tighten.
He imagines his cock next at your entrace and the way it would look taking something that big.
He then leaned back in to get another taste of your clit, this time directly with his mouth.
It latched on and sucked you like he was on one mission - to make you come. He kind of was. His wet lips and tongue gilded all over your clit and folds. There was no space left untouvhed or unsatisfied.
The act was making your stomach swell with fire. No one had ever made you feel this way from head and you wondered if this is what you were missing out on the whole time.
Your head tilted back with pleasure as he continued to devour your cunt. He was so dedicated that you wondered if he even took a second to breath.
He did eventually come up for air and whisper words of encouragement to you. Words you couldn’t process fully because your core was on fire.
He went back down to finish you off. His hands digging into your thighs like leverage to get deeper into your warmth. And it worked his tongue was working overtime inside of you and his fingers grazed your clit making your legs shake.
“Shit, Harry, I’m gonna -” you warn him. He doesn’t let up at your words.
“I’m gonna cum, Oh my..--” you try and get out, but he is too fast and too aggressive taking you.
He is absolutely ravenous groaning into your pussy. When your back arched up, you caught him grinding himself into the mattress. Eating you out had an adverse affect on his cock.
He mutters something into you that could have sounded like “Come for me.” but you couldnt’ make it out from the ringing in your ears and the sounds of your own panting.
The next thing you know, your orgaasm crashed into you and down your body, the warmth heating you. It knocked the wind out of your chest first. Then it made your core tighten and legs wrap around Harry’s head.
He relentlessly lapped up everything he could before you tried to physically push him away.
“Too much. Too sensitive” You whined and he just grinned.
He grinned the same grin that the fans claim comes from the sweetest man alive. If only they knew what he had just done to you. If only they knew that oicture perfect face was covered in your come.
If only they knew that sweet perfect man was asking, “You still think you can take me inside you?”
summary: While at work, Harry starts a game he’s not sure he’ll win. The two of you face the consequences when he gets home.
wc: 5.1k
warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, choking, slight cockwarming, a little angst
It all started with a text. You were at home in the middle of putting groceries away when you heard your phone buzz. Summoned by the sound of the vibration of the device on the counter, you shut the door to the refrigerator to walk back and look at your phone, which you had left on the counter. Your screen was lit up, flashing the background of you and your long-term boyfriend with wide grins during the holiday season last year. The image warms your heart. Your eyes then scan to see what the notification was that interrupted your chore, and it appears to be none other than your boyfriend.
Glad that he had time to send you a message during his busy day, you swipe to see its contents. You expect it to be something casual or sweet, like a message he sends every once in a while when he thinks of you at the office. However, this one was different. This wasn’t the typical check-in or mushy phrase. It was one question that made your blood rush to your cheeks.
Glowing on your phone was a one-line message: “Have you been a good girl?” You read it over about ten times to make sure this is real. The two of you aren’t strangers to dirty talk or suggestive phrases, but it was always reserved for face-to-face conversations. You wondered what caused him to distract himself in such a manner. It’s not like you instigated this with a text or a picture. It was all by himself, and you wanted to get to the bottom of it.
You do think about that a lot. What would it be like to send him a salacious image or video while he's all professional and in public? The thrill is what you find most appealing, especially since he can’t do anything until he gets home. The thoughts take over your brain, making your body temperature rise.
In a way, he beat you to it with a subtle display of voyerism. While it’s not very explicit, it was still a scandalous act that he couldn’t necessarily act on in public. You imagine what his thought process was like, sending those few words, and if he had something else planned.
Have you been a good girl?
It’s a simple question, but that doesn’t make answering it any harder. There were a few ways you could go about this. Immediately, you wanted to text back and tell him how good you’ve been waiting for him at home. You hope that that response will make him happy and in a generous mood when he gets home. You could also choose to escalate the situation a little more, show him that you can be the exact opposite of good.
You lean against the kitchen counter, phone in hand, weighing your options. Your lip is trapped between your teeth, giving your body something to focus on while your mind races.
After a few moments, you settle on something that could possibly rile him up, but nothing too much for him. You simply write back “You’ll have to see for yourself.”. It was demanding and inviting. You imagine him sitting in his office, working on a project, when he gets the response from you. You hope it makes him smile and his eyebrow quirk in surprise.
You wait anxiously for his reply, not knowing if it is going to come soon, later, or even at all. For all you know, he could be stuck in a meeting, getting all heated up by this interaction. While nothing too naughty has gone down, you know the two of you are getting off on the anticipation of it all already. There's no way he would start something like this just to leave you high and dry when he gets home. You picture the possibility of him in a boardroom with a big round table filled with many higher-up executives. The only difference between him and them is that he is trying to contain the strain that is slowly becoming tighter in his pants at the thought of you.
He must have gotten busy at work because he never answered your last text. In your mind, you were thinking of ways to continue this flirty game, but you couldn’t if he wasn’t going to play along. Maybe this was his plan all along: to start something that would make your mind run all day. When he didn’t respond for three hours, you concluded that he wasn’t going to at all.
Going on with your day, you started cooking dinner with the groceries you bought earlier. It was nothing special, just a pasta dish, but it was a favorite of you and your boyfriend. Music was playing softly in the background as you sliced up tomatoes while the noodles cooked. You sing lowly to the tune in the background, your body working pretty much on autopilot.
The only thing to break you out of the monotonous action was another buzz on your phone once again. Immediately, you wonder if it's Harry and wipe your hands on your apron and rush to turn and look at your screen, which previously had the recipe pulled up. As you had hoped, Harry finally responded to you. When you go to see what he said, you notice that in place of a worded message, he attached only a picture.
When you click on the picture, you are more thankful than ever that you are alone in your own home. Your screen is lit up with a picture of your boyfriend, but not a normal picture. Instead, it’s of his lower half. He is sitting at what you assume is his desk, not that it matters much to you. What you are most focused on is the fact that you have an image of his body sitting down, his gray dress pants creasing. There’s something else unusual about it all; there's a very familiar imprint in his pants. As if that wasn’t enough to make your brain spiral, his large, ring-covered, tattooed hand is cupping the infracture.
This was a new one for your relationship. You don’t hate it at all, actually. You keep looking back at the image, a little shocked that he took this step. It’s nothing too raunchy like he's sending you nudes from the office, but nonetheless, he’s incredibly hard at work and sent you proof.
To be frank, it was affecting you. He probably hoped it would, but you’re sure he couldn’t guess your next move. Earlier, you were reserved and sent a tame message, but he ignored you and then proceeded to tease you. You know he likes his games, and you were gonna play along. This time you are going to give him something to answer to.
Without thinking twice, you open your camera, pull your shirt down a little, which was easy because it was an extremely loose-fitting shirt, and snap a picture of your breasts. Like his, it wasn't complete nudity; you sent him just a picture of your bra, basically, but it would still do the trick. It was a pretty good picture if you do say so yourself, the angle made your chest look bigger than normal, and you were wearing one of your favorite bras, which coincidentally is one that Harry bought for you during an anniversary.
You set your phone down almost immediately after hitting send. First, you had to make sure about four times that you sent it to Harry and not your whole family by accident. After that, you put your phone face down and try to resume making dinner. Of course, though, you couldn’t focus on the task and nearly cut your finger off.
You two were not known for being tame when it came to affection. You each had plenty of kinks that complemented each other, but you never explored this subtle sense of voyerism. To others, it seems very controlled, but to you, it would be exciting and new. You couldn’t wait to see what kind of mood Harry was in today. You were dying to know what incited his little game today.
You look at the clock and notice that there's about ten minutes left on the dish that's baking, which is perfect because Harry is usually home in fifteen or so minutes. You were desperate to see him at this point. He never answered your text…again. Whenever he's having a slow day and gets to chat with you, he's attentive and talkative, the exact opposite of what he's been like today.
There was no way to distract yourself anymore; he was going to be home any second now. You were beyond anxious to see what he had in store. That’s when you saw him pull up in the driveway, solidifying the events that were about to occur. He steps out of the vehicle looking just as good as he had when leaving the house this morning. You never get tired of seeing him in a suit. He looks hot in his fitted suits, which you know he spends a fortune getting tailored to fit him just right. So worth it.
Before you are ready, he is opening the door that you are waiting behind to greet him.
He enters with a smile, “Hi darling. How was your day?” he asks, leaning in to kiss you on your cheek.
You’re slightly taken aback by his sweet nature. “I- It was good. Didn’t do tons today, got some grocery shopping done,” you tell him. You invoke the same lighthearted tone that he had, not giving in until he does.
It’s not like you expected him to barrel in and start ripping your clothes off, but you figured he would have a certain attitude to him. One that was completely different than the one he was adopting right now.
Neither of you is drawing attention to the elephant in the room. In fact, the two of you are so calm, there isn’t even anything that needs to be addressed or feels awkward.
“It smells lovely in here,” he compliments, walking with you towards the dining room, which is a daily routine for you two. It all just seems very normal.
He pulls out your chair for you, and you sit staring at him as he walks to the opposite head of the table where you placed his plate for him. “ Thanks, I know you like this dish,” you explain.
He’s then sitting in his own chair, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, his suit jacket on the back of the chair. “You always go out of your way for me. I appreciate it,” he compliments. He’s always been a nice guy and nice to you, but something was weird. You can’t place it, but you know you’re not making it up.
When the two of you are settled in your spots, you pick up your silverware and begin to eat like normal. “So how was work today?” you ask him.
“Oh, you know, it’s the same old. I was put on a new project today.” He starts, picking at the food on his plate, “It’s with some new guys and all they’ve done so far is piss me off..s’just frustrating,” he breathes out. He works very hard, and you know it. He’s the Vice President of his company, and he takes the title seriously since he’s had to work so hard to get there.
“I'm sorry to hear that, honey,” you tell him honestly. “Maybe we should take it easy and relax tonight,” you suggest to him. You tell him this for two reasons. The first being allowing him to finish what he started earlier with the texts. If you suggest relaxing and he has something else in mind, he should speak up and let you know. The second reason is that you truly do think he needs to protect his mental well-being at work, and you genuinely care for him.
He looks up at you through his eyebrows from the other end of the table, halting all his other movements. He looks upset at the idea, so you egg him on. “I’m pretty tired too, so we can just... chill,” you say, this time making direct eye contact with him.
He scoffs, “Okay, yeah, if that’s what you want, it’s fine with me.” he agrees. Going back to moving food around on his plate. His words are kind, but he has a new attitude. He’s mad, but more disappointed, it seems. If he wants you after what he pulled today, he is going to have to work for it.
The two of you finish your meal in pretty much silence. With Harry, silence can be casual, the two of you so comfortable with each other that you dont feel like you have to fill the space with noise, but this wasn’t the typical silence. This was the lack of any sound, any rambling, teasing, or jokes that the two of you fall into. It felt heavier, more serious. If it goes on much longer, you might break with how concerning it’s becoming.
The two of you finish up and and Harry stands up from the table, making the table screech loudly against the floor. The two of you lock eyes at the loud noise. “Sorry,” is all he spits out.
You look up to him with a tight-lipped smile, trying not to anger him.
The two of you are standing at the sink, in silence once again. You wash the dishes as he dries them. The silence is weirding you out a little, so you give in, “How long do you have to work with those new guys?” you ask him, staring at the white plate you’re sitting under the water.
“Should be about two or so months,” he recalls for you.
“Oh. Well, I think you’ll do great,” you try and reassure him, picking up the next spoon to wash.
“Can we not…talk about work right now?” He asks, turning his head to look at you, but you're focused on the dishes still.
“Okay, what would you rather-” he cuts you off as soon as you're looking at him with a kiss. The sudden action made you drop the silverware in your hand back into the sink.
The first kiss was short, like he was testing the waters, but he went back for a second one as soon as you kissed him back. This one was deeper than the last, so much so that his body was now pushing your back against the counter with the sink.
He pulls away for a second to catch his breath, so you step in, “What was that for?” you ask, acting like it had nothing to do with earlier events. “I've just missed you all day.” He admits looking back at you.
“Is that why you were sending messages earlier?” you ask innocently. “You know it’s not very professional to be hard at work, Mr. Styles,” you reprimand him, adding a nickname that you know will get him worked up.
“You keep me sane, so I was thinking about you. Just had to let you know that I was.” He admits, and it has you heating up again. He leans back down to kiss your neck, pushing you further against the cool metal around the sink.
His breathing picks up as he kisses you with more passion than before. This is exactly what you were hoping to happen ever since that first text this morning, and you were beyond glad that he finally did something about it.
His leg finds itself slotted between yours, and he has one hand snaked around your back and the other one on the counter, keeping the two of you stable. This was escalating quickly, and you had been thinking about finally getting his cock for hours. You reach your hand down to his belt to get his pants off, but he shuts it down instantly. He pulls you up with the hand that was on your back, and using his other hand to swat yours away from the belt. “Not yet. Upstairs.” That's all he can say breathlessly. He looks at me like he's considering throwing his words away and finishing this right here in the kitchen. He wins his own internal battle and is basically pulling you up the stairs to your room. As soon as you're through the threshold, he's shutting the door and pinning you to it. He plants a few quick kisses on your lips before he snaps out of it again. It’s clear now that he had a plan, but your effect on him is tempting.
“Bed now.” He grunts at you, freeing you from his grasp against the wooden door. You immediately oblige, walking over to your king bed. “All fours.” He adds before slowly taking you towards the bed.
The two of you are fully clothed still, doing nothing more than making out, a lot. Your mind is a little fuzzy, you just know you need him to do something, and to do it fast before you take care of it yourself.
You're on the bed waiting for further instruction from him, almost whining in anticipation. Only Hecana has this effect on you. You catch his look as he towers over you and know he has been waiting for this just as desperately as you have.
He gets on the bed behind you, immediately feeling the bed dip in displacement. Anxiously, you look back at him to get a feel for what he is about to do. As soon as he catches you looking over your shoulder, he smiles at you. This one has some sort of menacing undertone, and he gathers your hair out of your face so you can see him clearly. “Such a pretty thing,” he tells you, putting the handful of hair over your other shoulder.
“What a pretty girl,” he repeats, combing through your hair and leaning into your mouth again. “Too bad you couldn’t have been a good girl as I asked earlier,” he grits, pulling the handful of hair back so you’re even closer to him now. You can feel his breath on you, no, but also the throbbing in your scalp, which is only turning you on more.
“Please do something,” you strain, trying to look at him from the angle he pulled you back. “I'll be good p-promise.” you pant. Honestly, you’re not even sure what you are saying; you are just so needy for him that you will say anything to get him to pleasure you.
“You promise?” he repeated. “How cute,” he tells you, releasing your hair from his grip, so you were face down, looking at the mattress.
“Don’t make a promise you can keep, love, you should know this by now,” he reminds you, his fingers finding the seam of your pants with one hand. “ I hope you mean it,” he taunts again, his other hand flattly finding your pussy over your pants and rubbing it teasingly. The unexpected contact has you sharply inhaling.
You don’t get much affirmation from him because almost as soon as soon as he started, he is pulling his hands away. They don’t go far because his large, warm hands are working their way under your shirt and up your sides to cup both of your boobs. He leans over your back to the two of you are touching and kisses up and down the side of your neck as his hands massage your chest. He takes his time sucking your skin and rolling your nipples between his fingertips until you could almost cry from the stimulation. You know it's hard on him, too, because you can feel him pressing against your ass in this position. He stops abruptly, yanking you back again, so you are sitting on your knees, your butt touching your feet.
With him behind you like this, it is kind of hard to predict his next move. He gathers your shirt and pulls it over your head, discarding it somewhere next to the bed on the ground. Neither of you cares about the article of clothing in this moment. His hands travel against your body once more until they find your back, and he unclasps your bra, having it fall down your arms. He takes it off properly, discarding it in the same direction as your shirt.
He takes your breasts into his hands again, leaning in as close to your ear as he can and muttering something to you about how perfect your skin feels on his. You can’t really think straight, too impatient for his next move. Harry pulls himself back, knowing he can’t hold back from you much longer.
The two of you are both kneeling on the bed, you in front of him. He gently taps your ass as a signal to get back on all fours now that he has taken the materials off of your top half. He has also unbuttoned his white dress shirt, not taking it off just yet, too enamored with keeping you in check. When you are back in the position he wants you in, he spends no time taking your pants off, leaving you in just your panties. Immediately, he can smell your arousal.
“Someone has been waiting for this,” he teases, running his finger over your clothed slit. His finger is dirty despite the covering. You try and answer him in any sense, but he pulls your underwear to the side and rubs a finger around your labia, making your only response a pleasured moan.
He pulls back, and you’re suddenly aware of how exposed you actually are in front of him, waiting for his cues. You are unsure of what he is doing behind you until you hear the wet noise of what has to be him sucking on his coated fingers.
At this point, you are just aching for more, so you beg, “Harry, I need more, please.” It wasn’t supposed to come out so desperate, but you just couldn’t help yourself.
“So needy,” he speaks aloud. Your wish has been granted, though, because almost immediately, he was gliding two fingers actually inside of you. For the first time of the night, the teasing was at bay, and you were finally getting something more than a kiss or a grope from him. He pulls them in and out, gently at first. You are so wet that his fingers going in and out of you are making foul noises that are turning the two of you on even more. You know this because both of you are letting out breathy moans at the sound of the motion.
“That's what I like to hear,” he comments. Everything about it is so salacious that he cannot help himself from picking up the pace and fucking his fingers in and out of you at a quicker speed. Watching them sink in and out of you is making all the blood rush to his dick. HE was trying to get you to come once before, truly fucking you, but right now he's not so sure he can.
His only reassurance is the way you are falling apart in his fingers. You can barely hold yourself up, reaching for support in the headboard. He knows that you are on the edge because he can feel his finger graze and curl against the rough patch inside of you.
“Oh, I think I-” you try and warn him “I'm gonna cum”. You spit out, trying to warn him that you were going to orgasm from just his hands.
Apparently, it was just what he wanted because he pushes his two fingers inside of you with such passion that it has you squeezing your walls around them. That's how he knows to keep going.
You just scream out mercilessly because you are about to release onto his hand any moment. If you could think at all in this moment, you would wonder why he hasn’t even touched himself at all, still trapped inside his pants. Instead, you can’t focus on anything but your orgasm.
Within moments, it's all hitting you. Your stomach clenches along with almost every muscle in your body, and your head shoots up to try and get a glimpse of Harry as the wave crashes through you.
He keeps working on you as you realize what happened and come down from it. As soon as you can catch your breath, it's being taken away from you because Harry decided he had to clean you up with his tongue.
His mouth feels warm against you, and it's leaving no part of you untouched as he licks from your opening up to your clit over and over, trying to get every last drop.
Once he is sure he got every last drop, you think he is done with you, but as soon as you have enough strength to turn around and look at him, he pushes your head back down into the pillows. This is going to make for a long night.
That's when you hear the familiar sound of his belt buckle and the sound of his pants unzipping right after. Youknoww he must be straining himself after being so worked up all day. The things you would do to get a taste of him right now, but you know, with his dominant side showing, he will not give up control easily.
He shuffles behind you on the bed while you wait as patiently as you can. You can feel your arousal threatening to drip onto the bed at this point. His two hands grab your as, staying to get closer to you and line up your two bodies. You know it’s coming, but the intrusion of his cock is almost too much for your sensitive pussy. To make matters worse, he’s taking his time, trying to stretch you out as much as possible. The twinge of pain is enough for you to try and put weight into your arms, but you dont have much strength to hold it up.
He’s finally inside of you, filling you up and muttering to you about how tight you are and how good you feel around him. He’s wanted this all day, and it is finally happening. His attention moves to your struggle, and he instructs you to hold onto the headboard again for support. It’s foreshadowing for the way he is about to pound into you.
When you finally grip the wood in front of you, he whispers, “There’s my good girl finally listening to me”.
His hands are combing through your messy hair again when he gets an idea. He slows his movements for a second, edging you again, to reach beside him and grab the belt that was on his body minutes before. He holds it in front of you so you aren’t caught off guard. Your eyes widen, but you know you have to give him a verbal response since he can’t see you.
“Harry, yes, oh my- please choke me,” you announce to him. That's the green light for him to wrap the material around your windpipe and pull up. He pulls it so tight that you guys can almost see each other again.
Seeing you like this is making him primal and even more eager for a release. He increases his tempo, feeling every inch of you as he goes in and out.
“I think I'm gonna…” You trail, hoping Harry gets what you mean.
“No. Not yet,” he pants. “Hold it for me,” he asks between breaths.
He’s not evil, so he knows that you’re at your breaking point, this being your second orgasm. So, he probs one foot up flat on the bed, his other one still in the kneeling position on the bed. This angle allows him to get even deeper and to really hammer into you.
It only takes a few thrusts in this new positon for the tears to well up in your eyes. The groans coming out of Harry’s mouth are so familiar, and you know he is close to without even saying anything.
“Together?” he asks you again, and you agree. With this agreement, his hand that is not holding the belt falls flat onto your clit. He lazily rubs circles around it until the two of you can’t take it anymore and you both announce your impending orgasms.
It happens so fast, but also in slow motion. This being your second one of the night, you were shocked that you could hold off so long, but when it finally overcame you, it was even stronger than the last. With the added stimulation of the belt and his hand to your clit you were a goner.
You spasmed around Harry’s cock, letting him know that he could release into you. You could feel him sink and twitch inside of you, his warm cum filling you up.
Your two sweaty bodies tried to take in everything that just happened, but you were pretty much at a loss. That was one of the best orgasms of your life, but you’re not sure if you should tell Harry or if that will just boost his already huge ego.
With a lot of panting and trying to catch his breath, Harry comes down to cuddle next to your collapsed body, not having enough energy to pull out of your warm cunt just yet.
The two of you spent a minute trying to get back to normal by spooning in the bed you just destroyed, still connected.
Harry wipes your teary eyes and rests his chin on your shoulder, giving you affirmations of how beautiful you are and reminding you how much he loves you.
After a few minutes, the two of you are finally back on Earth, completely infatuated with each other again, even after the experience you just had. You’re pressing little kisses all over Harry’s face, which makes him laugh. You know you have to get up soon and get ready for bed, and also finish cleaning up the kitchen, but you can't bring yourself to yet.
Like he can read your mind, Harry speaks up, “We should get you cleaned up”. You groan in response, not wanting to move from his embrace.
“I don’t wanna,” you whine like a child. Harry just narrows his eyes at you, and you know it won’t work on him this time. “Why don’t we sit here and unpack what had you all weird today?” you say instead.
“I wasn't being weird,” he objects.
“Ye, you were. Your emotions were more scattered than mine during my period.” You remind him.
“Whatever,” he says, kissing your nose. “Was just frustrated s’all,” he admits.
After talking for a while, he finally pulls out of you, making you squirm, and you both agree to get into the shower. You only gave in because he said he would do a facemask with you afterwards.
A/N this was a draft and it’s very obvious where I picked it up. Thanks for reading and sorry about not updating. Also if you see this lmk what you think!! also this want proofread at all so i’m sorry.
summary: While at work, Harry starts a game he’s not sure he’ll win. The two of you face the consequences when he gets home.
wc: 5.1k
warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, choking, slight cockwarming, a little angst
It all started with a text. You were at home in the middle of putting groceries away when you heard your phone buzz. Summoned by the sound of the vibration of the device on the counter, you shut the door to the refrigerator to walk back and look at your phone, which you had left on the counter. Your screen was lit up, flashing the background of you and your long-term boyfriend with wide grins during the holiday season last year. The image warms your heart. Your eyes then scan to see what the notification was that interrupted your chore, and it appears to be none other than your boyfriend.
Glad that he had time to send you a message during his busy day, you swipe to see its contents. You expect it to be something casual or sweet, like a message he sends every once in a while when he thinks of you at the office. However, this one was different. This wasn’t the typical check-in or mushy phrase. It was one question that made your blood rush to your cheeks.
Glowing on your phone was a one-line message: “Have you been a good girl?” You read it over about ten times to make sure this is real. The two of you aren’t strangers to dirty talk or suggestive phrases, but it was always reserved for face-to-face conversations. You wondered what caused him to distract himself in such a manner. It’s not like you instigated this with a text or a picture. It was all by himself, and you wanted to get to the bottom of it.
You do think about that a lot. What would it be like to send him a salacious image or video while he's all professional and in public? The thrill is what you find most appealing, especially since he can’t do anything until he gets home. The thoughts take over your brain, making your body temperature rise.
In a way, he beat you to it with a subtle display of voyerism. While it’s not very explicit, it was still a scandalous act that he couldn’t necessarily act on in public. You imagine what his thought process was like, sending those few words, and if he had something else planned.
Have you been a good girl?
It’s a simple question, but that doesn’t make answering it any harder. There were a few ways you could go about this. Immediately, you wanted to text back and tell him how good you’ve been waiting for him at home. You hope that that response will make him happy and in a generous mood when he gets home. You could also choose to escalate the situation a little more, show him that you can be the exact opposite of good.
You lean against the kitchen counter, phone in hand, weighing your options. Your lip is trapped between your teeth, giving your body something to focus on while your mind races.
After a few moments, you settle on something that could possibly rile him up, but nothing too much for him. You simply write back “You’ll have to see for yourself.”. It was demanding and inviting. You imagine him sitting in his office, working on a project, when he gets the response from you. You hope it makes him smile and his eyebrow quirk in surprise.
You wait anxiously for his reply, not knowing if it is going to come soon, later, or even at all. For all you know, he could be stuck in a meeting, getting all heated up by this interaction. While nothing too naughty has gone down, you know the two of you are getting off on the anticipation of it all already. There's no way he would start something like this just to leave you high and dry when he gets home. You picture the possibility of him in a boardroom with a big round table filled with many higher-up executives. The only difference between him and them is that he is trying to contain the strain that is slowly becoming tighter in his pants at the thought of you.
He must have gotten busy at work because he never answered your last text. In your mind, you were thinking of ways to continue this flirty game, but you couldn’t if he wasn’t going to play along. Maybe this was his plan all along: to start something that would make your mind run all day. When he didn’t respond for three hours, you concluded that he wasn’t going to at all.
Going on with your day, you started cooking dinner with the groceries you bought earlier. It was nothing special, just a pasta dish, but it was a favorite of you and your boyfriend. Music was playing softly in the background as you sliced up tomatoes while the noodles cooked. You sing lowly to the tune in the background, your body working pretty much on autopilot.
The only thing to break you out of the monotonous action was another buzz on your phone once again. Immediately, you wonder if it's Harry and wipe your hands on your apron and rush to turn and look at your screen, which previously had the recipe pulled up. As you had hoped, Harry finally responded to you. When you go to see what he said, you notice that in place of a worded message, he attached only a picture.
When you click on the picture, you are more thankful than ever that you are alone in your own home. Your screen is lit up with a picture of your boyfriend, but not a normal picture. Instead, it’s of his lower half. He is sitting at what you assume is his desk, not that it matters much to you. What you are most focused on is the fact that you have an image of his body sitting down, his gray dress pants creasing. There’s something else unusual about it all; there's a very familiar imprint in his pants. As if that wasn’t enough to make your brain spiral, his large, ring-covered, tattooed hand is cupping the infracture.
This was a new one for your relationship. You don’t hate it at all, actually. You keep looking back at the image, a little shocked that he took this step. It’s nothing too raunchy like he's sending you nudes from the office, but nonetheless, he’s incredibly hard at work and sent you proof.
To be frank, it was affecting you. He probably hoped it would, but you’re sure he couldn’t guess your next move. Earlier, you were reserved and sent a tame message, but he ignored you and then proceeded to tease you. You know he likes his games, and you were gonna play along. This time you are going to give him something to answer to.
Without thinking twice, you open your camera, pull your shirt down a little, which was easy because it was an extremely loose-fitting shirt, and snap a picture of your breasts. Like his, it wasn't complete nudity; you sent him just a picture of your bra, basically, but it would still do the trick. It was a pretty good picture if you do say so yourself, the angle made your chest look bigger than normal, and you were wearing one of your favorite bras, which coincidentally is one that Harry bought for you during an anniversary.
You set your phone down almost immediately after hitting send. First, you had to make sure about four times that you sent it to Harry and not your whole family by accident. After that, you put your phone face down and try to resume making dinner. Of course, though, you couldn’t focus on the task and nearly cut your finger off.
You two were not known for being tame when it came to affection. You each had plenty of kinks that complemented each other, but you never explored this subtle sense of voyerism. To others, it seems very controlled, but to you, it would be exciting and new. You couldn’t wait to see what kind of mood Harry was in today. You were dying to know what incited his little game today.
You look at the clock and notice that there's about ten minutes left on the dish that's baking, which is perfect because Harry is usually home in fifteen or so minutes. You were desperate to see him at this point. He never answered your text…again. Whenever he's having a slow day and gets to chat with you, he's attentive and talkative, the exact opposite of what he's been like today.
There was no way to distract yourself anymore; he was going to be home any second now. You were beyond anxious to see what he had in store. That’s when you saw him pull up in the driveway, solidifying the events that were about to occur. He steps out of the vehicle looking just as good as he had when leaving the house this morning. You never get tired of seeing him in a suit. He looks hot in his fitted suits, which you know he spends a fortune getting tailored to fit him just right. So worth it.
Before you are ready, he is opening the door that you are waiting behind to greet him.
He enters with a smile, “Hi darling. How was your day?” he asks, leaning in to kiss you on your cheek.
You’re slightly taken aback by his sweet nature. “I- It was good. Didn’t do tons today, got some grocery shopping done,” you tell him. You invoke the same lighthearted tone that he had, not giving in until he does.
It’s not like you expected him to barrel in and start ripping your clothes off, but you figured he would have a certain attitude to him. One that was completely different than the one he was adopting right now.
Neither of you is drawing attention to the elephant in the room. In fact, the two of you are so calm, there isn’t even anything that needs to be addressed or feels awkward.
“It smells lovely in here,” he compliments, walking with you towards the dining room, which is a daily routine for you two. It all just seems very normal.
He pulls out your chair for you, and you sit staring at him as he walks to the opposite head of the table where you placed his plate for him. “ Thanks, I know you like this dish,” you explain.
He’s then sitting in his own chair, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, his suit jacket on the back of the chair. “You always go out of your way for me. I appreciate it,” he compliments. He’s always been a nice guy and nice to you, but something was weird. You can’t place it, but you know you’re not making it up.
When the two of you are settled in your spots, you pick up your silverware and begin to eat like normal. “So how was work today?” you ask him.
“Oh, you know, it’s the same old. I was put on a new project today.” He starts, picking at the food on his plate, “It’s with some new guys and all they’ve done so far is piss me off..s’just frustrating,” he breathes out. He works very hard, and you know it. He’s the Vice President of his company, and he takes the title seriously since he’s had to work so hard to get there.
“I'm sorry to hear that, honey,” you tell him honestly. “Maybe we should take it easy and relax tonight,” you suggest to him. You tell him this for two reasons. The first being allowing him to finish what he started earlier with the texts. If you suggest relaxing and he has something else in mind, he should speak up and let you know. The second reason is that you truly do think he needs to protect his mental well-being at work, and you genuinely care for him.
He looks up at you through his eyebrows from the other end of the table, halting all his other movements. He looks upset at the idea, so you egg him on. “I’m pretty tired too, so we can just... chill,” you say, this time making direct eye contact with him.
He scoffs, “Okay, yeah, if that’s what you want, it’s fine with me.” he agrees. Going back to moving food around on his plate. His words are kind, but he has a new attitude. He’s mad, but more disappointed, it seems. If he wants you after what he pulled today, he is going to have to work for it.
The two of you finish your meal in pretty much silence. With Harry, silence can be casual, the two of you so comfortable with each other that you dont feel like you have to fill the space with noise, but this wasn’t the typical silence. This was the lack of any sound, any rambling, teasing, or jokes that the two of you fall into. It felt heavier, more serious. If it goes on much longer, you might break with how concerning it’s becoming.
The two of you finish up and and Harry stands up from the table, making the table screech loudly against the floor. The two of you lock eyes at the loud noise. “Sorry,” is all he spits out.
You look up to him with a tight-lipped smile, trying not to anger him.
The two of you are standing at the sink, in silence once again. You wash the dishes as he dries them. The silence is weirding you out a little, so you give in, “How long do you have to work with those new guys?” you ask him, staring at the white plate you’re sitting under the water.
“Should be about two or so months,” he recalls for you.
“Oh. Well, I think you’ll do great,” you try and reassure him, picking up the next spoon to wash.
“Can we not…talk about work right now?” He asks, turning his head to look at you, but you're focused on the dishes still.
“Okay, what would you rather-” he cuts you off as soon as you're looking at him with a kiss. The sudden action made you drop the silverware in your hand back into the sink.
The first kiss was short, like he was testing the waters, but he went back for a second one as soon as you kissed him back. This one was deeper than the last, so much so that his body was now pushing your back against the counter with the sink.
He pulls away for a second to catch his breath, so you step in, “What was that for?” you ask, acting like it had nothing to do with earlier events. “I've just missed you all day.” He admits looking back at you.
“Is that why you were sending messages earlier?” you ask innocently. “You know it’s not very professional to be hard at work, Mr. Styles,” you reprimand him, adding a nickname that you know will get him worked up.
“You keep me sane, so I was thinking about you. Just had to let you know that I was.” He admits, and it has you heating up again. He leans back down to kiss your neck, pushing you further against the cool metal around the sink.
His breathing picks up as he kisses you with more passion than before. This is exactly what you were hoping to happen ever since that first text this morning, and you were beyond glad that he finally did something about it.
His leg finds itself slotted between yours, and he has one hand snaked around your back and the other one on the counter, keeping the two of you stable. This was escalating quickly, and you had been thinking about finally getting his cock for hours. You reach your hand down to his belt to get his pants off, but he shuts it down instantly. He pulls you up with the hand that was on your back, and using his other hand to swat yours away from the belt. “Not yet. Upstairs.” That's all he can say breathlessly. He looks at me like he's considering throwing his words away and finishing this right here in the kitchen. He wins his own internal battle and is basically pulling you up the stairs to your room. As soon as you're through the threshold, he's shutting the door and pinning you to it. He plants a few quick kisses on your lips before he snaps out of it again. It’s clear now that he had a plan, but your effect on him is tempting.
“Bed now.” He grunts at you, freeing you from his grasp against the wooden door. You immediately oblige, walking over to your king bed. “All fours.” He adds before slowly taking you towards the bed.
The two of you are fully clothed still, doing nothing more than making out, a lot. Your mind is a little fuzzy, you just know you need him to do something, and to do it fast before you take care of it yourself.
You're on the bed waiting for further instruction from him, almost whining in anticipation. Only Hecana has this effect on you. You catch his look as he towers over you and know he has been waiting for this just as desperately as you have.
He gets on the bed behind you, immediately feeling the bed dip in displacement. Anxiously, you look back at him to get a feel for what he is about to do. As soon as he catches you looking over your shoulder, he smiles at you. This one has some sort of menacing undertone, and he gathers your hair out of your face so you can see him clearly. “Such a pretty thing,” he tells you, putting the handful of hair over your other shoulder.
“What a pretty girl,” he repeats, combing through your hair and leaning into your mouth again. “Too bad you couldn’t have been a good girl as I asked earlier,” he grits, pulling the handful of hair back so you’re even closer to him now. You can feel his breath on you, no, but also the throbbing in your scalp, which is only turning you on more.
“Please do something,” you strain, trying to look at him from the angle he pulled you back. “I'll be good p-promise.” you pant. Honestly, you’re not even sure what you are saying; you are just so needy for him that you will say anything to get him to pleasure you.
“You promise?” he repeated. “How cute,” he tells you, releasing your hair from his grip, so you were face down, looking at the mattress.
“Don’t make a promise you can keep, love, you should know this by now,” he reminds you, his fingers finding the seam of your pants with one hand. “ I hope you mean it,” he taunts again, his other hand flattly finding your pussy over your pants and rubbing it teasingly. The unexpected contact has you sharply inhaling.
You don’t get much affirmation from him because almost as soon as soon as he started, he is pulling his hands away. They don’t go far because his large, warm hands are working their way under your shirt and up your sides to cup both of your boobs. He leans over your back to the two of you are touching and kisses up and down the side of your neck as his hands massage your chest. He takes his time sucking your skin and rolling your nipples between his fingertips until you could almost cry from the stimulation. You know it's hard on him, too, because you can feel him pressing against your ass in this position. He stops abruptly, yanking you back again, so you are sitting on your knees, your butt touching your feet.
With him behind you like this, it is kind of hard to predict his next move. He gathers your shirt and pulls it over your head, discarding it somewhere next to the bed on the ground. Neither of you cares about the article of clothing in this moment. His hands travel against your body once more until they find your back, and he unclasps your bra, having it fall down your arms. He takes it off properly, discarding it in the same direction as your shirt.
He takes your breasts into his hands again, leaning in as close to your ear as he can and muttering something to you about how perfect your skin feels on his. You can’t really think straight, too impatient for his next move. Harry pulls himself back, knowing he can’t hold back from you much longer.
The two of you are both kneeling on the bed, you in front of him. He gently taps your ass as a signal to get back on all fours now that he has taken the materials off of your top half. He has also unbuttoned his white dress shirt, not taking it off just yet, too enamored with keeping you in check. When you are back in the position he wants you in, he spends no time taking your pants off, leaving you in just your panties. Immediately, he can smell your arousal.
“Someone has been waiting for this,” he teases, running his finger over your clothed slit. His finger is dirty despite the covering. You try and answer him in any sense, but he pulls your underwear to the side and rubs a finger around your labia, making your only response a pleasured moan.
He pulls back, and you’re suddenly aware of how exposed you actually are in front of him, waiting for his cues. You are unsure of what he is doing behind you until you hear the wet noise of what has to be him sucking on his coated fingers.
At this point, you are just aching for more, so you beg, “Harry, I need more, please.” It wasn’t supposed to come out so desperate, but you just couldn’t help yourself.
“So needy,” he speaks aloud. Your wish has been granted, though, because almost immediately, he was gliding two fingers actually inside of you. For the first time of the night, the teasing was at bay, and you were finally getting something more than a kiss or a grope from him. He pulls them in and out, gently at first. You are so wet that his fingers going in and out of you are making foul noises that are turning the two of you on even more. You know this because both of you are letting out breathy moans at the sound of the motion.
“That's what I like to hear,” he comments. Everything about it is so salacious that he cannot help himself from picking up the pace and fucking his fingers in and out of you at a quicker speed. Watching them sink in and out of you is making all the blood rush to his dick. HE was trying to get you to come once before, truly fucking you, but right now he's not so sure he can.
His only reassurance is the way you are falling apart in his fingers. You can barely hold yourself up, reaching for support in the headboard. He knows that you are on the edge because he can feel his finger graze and curl against the rough patch inside of you.
“Oh, I think I-” you try and warn him “I'm gonna cum”. You spit out, trying to warn him that you were going to orgasm from just his hands.
Apparently, it was just what he wanted because he pushes his two fingers inside of you with such passion that it has you squeezing your walls around them. That's how he knows to keep going.
You just scream out mercilessly because you are about to release onto his hand any moment. If you could think at all in this moment, you would wonder why he hasn’t even touched himself at all, still trapped inside his pants. Instead, you can’t focus on anything but your orgasm.
Within moments, it's all hitting you. Your stomach clenches along with almost every muscle in your body, and your head shoots up to try and get a glimpse of Harry as the wave crashes through you.
He keeps working on you as you realize what happened and come down from it. As soon as you can catch your breath, it's being taken away from you because Harry decided he had to clean you up with his tongue.
His mouth feels warm against you, and it's leaving no part of you untouched as he licks from your opening up to your clit over and over, trying to get every last drop.
Once he is sure he got every last drop, you think he is done with you, but as soon as you have enough strength to turn around and look at him, he pushes your head back down into the pillows. This is going to make for a long night.
That's when you hear the familiar sound of his belt buckle and the sound of his pants unzipping right after. Youknoww he must be straining himself after being so worked up all day. The things you would do to get a taste of him right now, but you know, with his dominant side showing, he will not give up control easily.
He shuffles behind you on the bed while you wait as patiently as you can. You can feel your arousal threatening to drip onto the bed at this point. His two hands grab your as, staying to get closer to you and line up your two bodies. You know it’s coming, but the intrusion of his cock is almost too much for your sensitive pussy. To make matters worse, he’s taking his time, trying to stretch you out as much as possible. The twinge of pain is enough for you to try and put weight into your arms, but you dont have much strength to hold it up.
He’s finally inside of you, filling you up and muttering to you about how tight you are and how good you feel around him. He’s wanted this all day, and it is finally happening. His attention moves to your struggle, and he instructs you to hold onto the headboard again for support. It’s foreshadowing for the way he is about to pound into you.
When you finally grip the wood in front of you, he whispers, “There’s my good girl finally listening to me”.
His hands are combing through your messy hair again when he gets an idea. He slows his movements for a second, edging you again, to reach beside him and grab the belt that was on his body minutes before. He holds it in front of you so you aren’t caught off guard. Your eyes widen, but you know you have to give him a verbal response since he can’t see you.
“Harry, yes, oh my- please choke me,” you announce to him. That's the green light for him to wrap the material around your windpipe and pull up. He pulls it so tight that you guys can almost see each other again.
Seeing you like this is making him primal and even more eager for a release. He increases his tempo, feeling every inch of you as he goes in and out.
“I think I'm gonna…” You trail, hoping Harry gets what you mean.
“No. Not yet,” he pants. “Hold it for me,” he asks between breaths.
He’s not evil, so he knows that you’re at your breaking point, this being your second orgasm. So, he probs one foot up flat on the bed, his other one still in the kneeling position on the bed. This angle allows him to get even deeper and to really hammer into you.
It only takes a few thrusts in this new positon for the tears to well up in your eyes. The groans coming out of Harry’s mouth are so familiar, and you know he is close to without even saying anything.
“Together?” he asks you again, and you agree. With this agreement, his hand that is not holding the belt falls flat onto your clit. He lazily rubs circles around it until the two of you can’t take it anymore and you both announce your impending orgasms.
It happens so fast, but also in slow motion. This being your second one of the night, you were shocked that you could hold off so long, but when it finally overcame you, it was even stronger than the last. With the added stimulation of the belt and his hand to your clit you were a goner.
You spasmed around Harry’s cock, letting him know that he could release into you. You could feel him sink and twitch inside of you, his warm cum filling you up.
Your two sweaty bodies tried to take in everything that just happened, but you were pretty much at a loss. That was one of the best orgasms of your life, but you’re not sure if you should tell Harry or if that will just boost his already huge ego.
With a lot of panting and trying to catch his breath, Harry comes down to cuddle next to your collapsed body, not having enough energy to pull out of your warm cunt just yet.
The two of you spent a minute trying to get back to normal by spooning in the bed you just destroyed, still connected.
Harry wipes your teary eyes and rests his chin on your shoulder, giving you affirmations of how beautiful you are and reminding you how much he loves you.
After a few minutes, the two of you are finally back on Earth, completely infatuated with each other again, even after the experience you just had. You’re pressing little kisses all over Harry’s face, which makes him laugh. You know you have to get up soon and get ready for bed, and also finish cleaning up the kitchen, but you can't bring yourself to yet.
Like he can read your mind, Harry speaks up, “We should get you cleaned up”. You groan in response, not wanting to move from his embrace.
“I don’t wanna,” you whine like a child. Harry just narrows his eyes at you, and you know it won’t work on him this time. “Why don’t we sit here and unpack what had you all weird today?” you say instead.
“I wasn't being weird,” he objects.
“Ye, you were. Your emotions were more scattered than mine during my period.” You remind him.
“Whatever,” he says, kissing your nose. “Was just frustrated s’all,” he admits.
After talking for a while, he finally pulls out of you, making you squirm, and you both agree to get into the shower. You only gave in because he said he would do a facemask with you afterwards.
A/N this was a draft and it’s very obvious where I picked it up. Thanks for reading and sorry about not updating. Also if you see this lmk what you think!! also this want proofread at all so i’m sorry.
summary: While at work, Harry starts a game he’s not sure he’ll win. The two of you face the consequences when he gets home.
wc: 5.1k
warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, choking, slight cockwarming, a little angst
It all started with a text. You were at home in the middle of putting groceries away when you heard your phone buzz. Summoned by the sound of the vibration of the device on the counter, you shut the door to the refrigerator to walk back and look at your phone, which you had left on the counter. Your screen was lit up, flashing the background of you and your long-term boyfriend with wide grins during the holiday season last year. The image warms your heart. Your eyes then scan to see what the notification was that interrupted your chore, and it appears to be none other than your boyfriend.
Glad that he had time to send you a message during his busy day, you swipe to see its contents. You expect it to be something casual or sweet, like a message he sends every once in a while when he thinks of you at the office. However, this one was different. This wasn’t the typical check-in or mushy phrase. It was one question that made your blood rush to your cheeks.
Glowing on your phone was a one-line message: “Have you been a good girl?” You read it over about ten times to make sure this is real. The two of you aren’t strangers to dirty talk or suggestive phrases, but it was always reserved for face-to-face conversations. You wondered what caused him to distract himself in such a manner. It’s not like you instigated this with a text or a picture. It was all by himself, and you wanted to get to the bottom of it.
You do think about that a lot. What would it be like to send him a salacious image or video while he's all professional and in public? The thrill is what you find most appealing, especially since he can’t do anything until he gets home. The thoughts take over your brain, making your body temperature rise.
In a way, he beat you to it with a subtle display of voyerism. While it’s not very explicit, it was still a scandalous act that he couldn’t necessarily act on in public. You imagine what his thought process was like, sending those few words, and if he had something else planned.
Have you been a good girl?
It’s a simple question, but that doesn’t make answering it any harder. There were a few ways you could go about this. Immediately, you wanted to text back and tell him how good you’ve been waiting for him at home. You hope that that response will make him happy and in a generous mood when he gets home. You could also choose to escalate the situation a little more, show him that you can be the exact opposite of good.
You lean against the kitchen counter, phone in hand, weighing your options. Your lip is trapped between your teeth, giving your body something to focus on while your mind races.
After a few moments, you settle on something that could possibly rile him up, but nothing too much for him. You simply write back “You’ll have to see for yourself.”. It was demanding and inviting. You imagine him sitting in his office, working on a project, when he gets the response from you. You hope it makes him smile and his eyebrow quirk in surprise.
You wait anxiously for his reply, not knowing if it is going to come soon, later, or even at all. For all you know, he could be stuck in a meeting, getting all heated up by this interaction. While nothing too naughty has gone down, you know the two of you are getting off on the anticipation of it all already. There's no way he would start something like this just to leave you high and dry when he gets home. You picture the possibility of him in a boardroom with a big round table filled with many higher-up executives. The only difference between him and them is that he is trying to contain the strain that is slowly becoming tighter in his pants at the thought of you.
He must have gotten busy at work because he never answered your last text. In your mind, you were thinking of ways to continue this flirty game, but you couldn’t if he wasn’t going to play along. Maybe this was his plan all along: to start something that would make your mind run all day. When he didn’t respond for three hours, you concluded that he wasn’t going to at all.
Going on with your day, you started cooking dinner with the groceries you bought earlier. It was nothing special, just a pasta dish, but it was a favorite of you and your boyfriend. Music was playing softly in the background as you sliced up tomatoes while the noodles cooked. You sing lowly to the tune in the background, your body working pretty much on autopilot.
The only thing to break you out of the monotonous action was another buzz on your phone once again. Immediately, you wonder if it's Harry and wipe your hands on your apron and rush to turn and look at your screen, which previously had the recipe pulled up. As you had hoped, Harry finally responded to you. When you go to see what he said, you notice that in place of a worded message, he attached only a picture.
When you click on the picture, you are more thankful than ever that you are alone in your own home. Your screen is lit up with a picture of your boyfriend, but not a normal picture. Instead, it’s of his lower half. He is sitting at what you assume is his desk, not that it matters much to you. What you are most focused on is the fact that you have an image of his body sitting down, his gray dress pants creasing. There’s something else unusual about it all; there's a very familiar imprint in his pants. As if that wasn’t enough to make your brain spiral, his large, ring-covered, tattooed hand is cupping the infracture.
This was a new one for your relationship. You don’t hate it at all, actually. You keep looking back at the image, a little shocked that he took this step. It’s nothing too raunchy like he's sending you nudes from the office, but nonetheless, he’s incredibly hard at work and sent you proof.
To be frank, it was affecting you. He probably hoped it would, but you’re sure he couldn’t guess your next move. Earlier, you were reserved and sent a tame message, but he ignored you and then proceeded to tease you. You know he likes his games, and you were gonna play along. This time you are going to give him something to answer to.
Without thinking twice, you open your camera, pull your shirt down a little, which was easy because it was an extremely loose-fitting shirt, and snap a picture of your breasts. Like his, it wasn't complete nudity; you sent him just a picture of your bra, basically, but it would still do the trick. It was a pretty good picture if you do say so yourself, the angle made your chest look bigger than normal, and you were wearing one of your favorite bras, which coincidentally is one that Harry bought for you during an anniversary.
You set your phone down almost immediately after hitting send. First, you had to make sure about four times that you sent it to Harry and not your whole family by accident. After that, you put your phone face down and try to resume making dinner. Of course, though, you couldn’t focus on the task and nearly cut your finger off.
You two were not known for being tame when it came to affection. You each had plenty of kinks that complemented each other, but you never explored this subtle sense of voyerism. To others, it seems very controlled, but to you, it would be exciting and new. You couldn’t wait to see what kind of mood Harry was in today. You were dying to know what incited his little game today.
You look at the clock and notice that there's about ten minutes left on the dish that's baking, which is perfect because Harry is usually home in fifteen or so minutes. You were desperate to see him at this point. He never answered your text…again. Whenever he's having a slow day and gets to chat with you, he's attentive and talkative, the exact opposite of what he's been like today.
There was no way to distract yourself anymore; he was going to be home any second now. You were beyond anxious to see what he had in store. That’s when you saw him pull up in the driveway, solidifying the events that were about to occur. He steps out of the vehicle looking just as good as he had when leaving the house this morning. You never get tired of seeing him in a suit. He looks hot in his fitted suits, which you know he spends a fortune getting tailored to fit him just right. So worth it.
Before you are ready, he is opening the door that you are waiting behind to greet him.
He enters with a smile, “Hi darling. How was your day?” he asks, leaning in to kiss you on your cheek.
You’re slightly taken aback by his sweet nature. “I- It was good. Didn’t do tons today, got some grocery shopping done,” you tell him. You invoke the same lighthearted tone that he had, not giving in until he does.
It’s not like you expected him to barrel in and start ripping your clothes off, but you figured he would have a certain attitude to him. One that was completely different than the one he was adopting right now.
Neither of you is drawing attention to the elephant in the room. In fact, the two of you are so calm, there isn’t even anything that needs to be addressed or feels awkward.
“It smells lovely in here,” he compliments, walking with you towards the dining room, which is a daily routine for you two. It all just seems very normal.
He pulls out your chair for you, and you sit staring at him as he walks to the opposite head of the table where you placed his plate for him. “ Thanks, I know you like this dish,” you explain.
He’s then sitting in his own chair, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, his suit jacket on the back of the chair. “You always go out of your way for me. I appreciate it,” he compliments. He’s always been a nice guy and nice to you, but something was weird. You can’t place it, but you know you’re not making it up.
When the two of you are settled in your spots, you pick up your silverware and begin to eat like normal. “So how was work today?” you ask him.
“Oh, you know, it’s the same old. I was put on a new project today.” He starts, picking at the food on his plate, “It’s with some new guys and all they’ve done so far is piss me off..s’just frustrating,” he breathes out. He works very hard, and you know it. He’s the Vice President of his company, and he takes the title seriously since he’s had to work so hard to get there.
“I'm sorry to hear that, honey,” you tell him honestly. “Maybe we should take it easy and relax tonight,” you suggest to him. You tell him this for two reasons. The first being allowing him to finish what he started earlier with the texts. If you suggest relaxing and he has something else in mind, he should speak up and let you know. The second reason is that you truly do think he needs to protect his mental well-being at work, and you genuinely care for him.
He looks up at you through his eyebrows from the other end of the table, halting all his other movements. He looks upset at the idea, so you egg him on. “I’m pretty tired too, so we can just... chill,” you say, this time making direct eye contact with him.
He scoffs, “Okay, yeah, if that’s what you want, it’s fine with me.” he agrees. Going back to moving food around on his plate. His words are kind, but he has a new attitude. He’s mad, but more disappointed, it seems. If he wants you after what he pulled today, he is going to have to work for it.
The two of you finish your meal in pretty much silence. With Harry, silence can be casual, the two of you so comfortable with each other that you dont feel like you have to fill the space with noise, but this wasn’t the typical silence. This was the lack of any sound, any rambling, teasing, or jokes that the two of you fall into. It felt heavier, more serious. If it goes on much longer, you might break with how concerning it’s becoming.
The two of you finish up and and Harry stands up from the table, making the table screech loudly against the floor. The two of you lock eyes at the loud noise. “Sorry,” is all he spits out.
You look up to him with a tight-lipped smile, trying not to anger him.
The two of you are standing at the sink, in silence once again. You wash the dishes as he dries them. The silence is weirding you out a little, so you give in, “How long do you have to work with those new guys?” you ask him, staring at the white plate you’re sitting under the water.
“Should be about two or so months,” he recalls for you.
“Oh. Well, I think you’ll do great,” you try and reassure him, picking up the next spoon to wash.
“Can we not…talk about work right now?” He asks, turning his head to look at you, but you're focused on the dishes still.
“Okay, what would you rather-” he cuts you off as soon as you're looking at him with a kiss. The sudden action made you drop the silverware in your hand back into the sink.
The first kiss was short, like he was testing the waters, but he went back for a second one as soon as you kissed him back. This one was deeper than the last, so much so that his body was now pushing your back against the counter with the sink.
He pulls away for a second to catch his breath, so you step in, “What was that for?” you ask, acting like it had nothing to do with earlier events. “I've just missed you all day.” He admits looking back at you.
“Is that why you were sending messages earlier?” you ask innocently. “You know it’s not very professional to be hard at work, Mr. Styles,” you reprimand him, adding a nickname that you know will get him worked up.
“You keep me sane, so I was thinking about you. Just had to let you know that I was.” He admits, and it has you heating up again. He leans back down to kiss your neck, pushing you further against the cool metal around the sink.
His breathing picks up as he kisses you with more passion than before. This is exactly what you were hoping to happen ever since that first text this morning, and you were beyond glad that he finally did something about it.
His leg finds itself slotted between yours, and he has one hand snaked around your back and the other one on the counter, keeping the two of you stable. This was escalating quickly, and you had been thinking about finally getting his cock for hours. You reach your hand down to his belt to get his pants off, but he shuts it down instantly. He pulls you up with the hand that was on your back, and using his other hand to swat yours away from the belt. “Not yet. Upstairs.” That's all he can say breathlessly. He looks at me like he's considering throwing his words away and finishing this right here in the kitchen. He wins his own internal battle and is basically pulling you up the stairs to your room. As soon as you're through the threshold, he's shutting the door and pinning you to it. He plants a few quick kisses on your lips before he snaps out of it again. It’s clear now that he had a plan, but your effect on him is tempting.
“Bed now.” He grunts at you, freeing you from his grasp against the wooden door. You immediately oblige, walking over to your king bed. “All fours.” He adds before slowly taking you towards the bed.
The two of you are fully clothed still, doing nothing more than making out, a lot. Your mind is a little fuzzy, you just know you need him to do something, and to do it fast before you take care of it yourself.
You're on the bed waiting for further instruction from him, almost whining in anticipation. Only Hecana has this effect on you. You catch his look as he towers over you and know he has been waiting for this just as desperately as you have.
He gets on the bed behind you, immediately feeling the bed dip in displacement. Anxiously, you look back at him to get a feel for what he is about to do. As soon as he catches you looking over your shoulder, he smiles at you. This one has some sort of menacing undertone, and he gathers your hair out of your face so you can see him clearly. “Such a pretty thing,” he tells you, putting the handful of hair over your other shoulder.
“What a pretty girl,” he repeats, combing through your hair and leaning into your mouth again. “Too bad you couldn’t have been a good girl as I asked earlier,” he grits, pulling the handful of hair back so you’re even closer to him now. You can feel his breath on you, no, but also the throbbing in your scalp, which is only turning you on more.
“Please do something,” you strain, trying to look at him from the angle he pulled you back. “I'll be good p-promise.” you pant. Honestly, you’re not even sure what you are saying; you are just so needy for him that you will say anything to get him to pleasure you.
“You promise?” he repeated. “How cute,” he tells you, releasing your hair from his grip, so you were face down, looking at the mattress.
“Don’t make a promise you can keep, love, you should know this by now,” he reminds you, his fingers finding the seam of your pants with one hand. “ I hope you mean it,” he taunts again, his other hand flattly finding your pussy over your pants and rubbing it teasingly. The unexpected contact has you sharply inhaling.
You don’t get much affirmation from him because almost as soon as soon as he started, he is pulling his hands away. They don’t go far because his large, warm hands are working their way under your shirt and up your sides to cup both of your boobs. He leans over your back to the two of you are touching and kisses up and down the side of your neck as his hands massage your chest. He takes his time sucking your skin and rolling your nipples between his fingertips until you could almost cry from the stimulation. You know it's hard on him, too, because you can feel him pressing against your ass in this position. He stops abruptly, yanking you back again, so you are sitting on your knees, your butt touching your feet.
With him behind you like this, it is kind of hard to predict his next move. He gathers your shirt and pulls it over your head, discarding it somewhere next to the bed on the ground. Neither of you cares about the article of clothing in this moment. His hands travel against your body once more until they find your back, and he unclasps your bra, having it fall down your arms. He takes it off properly, discarding it in the same direction as your shirt.
He takes your breasts into his hands again, leaning in as close to your ear as he can and muttering something to you about how perfect your skin feels on his. You can’t really think straight, too impatient for his next move. Harry pulls himself back, knowing he can’t hold back from you much longer.
The two of you are both kneeling on the bed, you in front of him. He gently taps your ass as a signal to get back on all fours now that he has taken the materials off of your top half. He has also unbuttoned his white dress shirt, not taking it off just yet, too enamored with keeping you in check. When you are back in the position he wants you in, he spends no time taking your pants off, leaving you in just your panties. Immediately, he can smell your arousal.
“Someone has been waiting for this,” he teases, running his finger over your clothed slit. His finger is dirty despite the covering. You try and answer him in any sense, but he pulls your underwear to the side and rubs a finger around your labia, making your only response a pleasured moan.
He pulls back, and you’re suddenly aware of how exposed you actually are in front of him, waiting for his cues. You are unsure of what he is doing behind you until you hear the wet noise of what has to be him sucking on his coated fingers.
At this point, you are just aching for more, so you beg, “Harry, I need more, please.” It wasn’t supposed to come out so desperate, but you just couldn’t help yourself.
“So needy,” he speaks aloud. Your wish has been granted, though, because almost immediately, he was gliding two fingers actually inside of you. For the first time of the night, the teasing was at bay, and you were finally getting something more than a kiss or a grope from him. He pulls them in and out, gently at first. You are so wet that his fingers going in and out of you are making foul noises that are turning the two of you on even more. You know this because both of you are letting out breathy moans at the sound of the motion.
“That's what I like to hear,” he comments. Everything about it is so salacious that he cannot help himself from picking up the pace and fucking his fingers in and out of you at a quicker speed. Watching them sink in and out of you is making all the blood rush to his dick. HE was trying to get you to come once before, truly fucking you, but right now he's not so sure he can.
His only reassurance is the way you are falling apart in his fingers. You can barely hold yourself up, reaching for support in the headboard. He knows that you are on the edge because he can feel his finger graze and curl against the rough patch inside of you.
“Oh, I think I-” you try and warn him “I'm gonna cum”. You spit out, trying to warn him that you were going to orgasm from just his hands.
Apparently, it was just what he wanted because he pushes his two fingers inside of you with such passion that it has you squeezing your walls around them. That's how he knows to keep going.
You just scream out mercilessly because you are about to release onto his hand any moment. If you could think at all in this moment, you would wonder why he hasn’t even touched himself at all, still trapped inside his pants. Instead, you can’t focus on anything but your orgasm.
Within moments, it's all hitting you. Your stomach clenches along with almost every muscle in your body, and your head shoots up to try and get a glimpse of Harry as the wave crashes through you.
He keeps working on you as you realize what happened and come down from it. As soon as you can catch your breath, it's being taken away from you because Harry decided he had to clean you up with his tongue.
His mouth feels warm against you, and it's leaving no part of you untouched as he licks from your opening up to your clit over and over, trying to get every last drop.
Once he is sure he got every last drop, you think he is done with you, but as soon as you have enough strength to turn around and look at him, he pushes your head back down into the pillows. This is going to make for a long night.
That's when you hear the familiar sound of his belt buckle and the sound of his pants unzipping right after. Youknoww he must be straining himself after being so worked up all day. The things you would do to get a taste of him right now, but you know, with his dominant side showing, he will not give up control easily.
He shuffles behind you on the bed while you wait as patiently as you can. You can feel your arousal threatening to drip onto the bed at this point. His two hands grab your as, staying to get closer to you and line up your two bodies. You know it’s coming, but the intrusion of his cock is almost too much for your sensitive pussy. To make matters worse, he’s taking his time, trying to stretch you out as much as possible. The twinge of pain is enough for you to try and put weight into your arms, but you dont have much strength to hold it up.
He’s finally inside of you, filling you up and muttering to you about how tight you are and how good you feel around him. He’s wanted this all day, and it is finally happening. His attention moves to your struggle, and he instructs you to hold onto the headboard again for support. It’s foreshadowing for the way he is about to pound into you.
When you finally grip the wood in front of you, he whispers, “There’s my good girl finally listening to me”.
His hands are combing through your messy hair again when he gets an idea. He slows his movements for a second, edging you again, to reach beside him and grab the belt that was on his body minutes before. He holds it in front of you so you aren’t caught off guard. Your eyes widen, but you know you have to give him a verbal response since he can’t see you.
“Harry, yes, oh my- please choke me,” you announce to him. That's the green light for him to wrap the material around your windpipe and pull up. He pulls it so tight that you guys can almost see each other again.
Seeing you like this is making him primal and even more eager for a release. He increases his tempo, feeling every inch of you as he goes in and out.
“I think I'm gonna…” You trail, hoping Harry gets what you mean.
“No. Not yet,” he pants. “Hold it for me,” he asks between breaths.
He’s not evil, so he knows that you’re at your breaking point, this being your second orgasm. So, he probs one foot up flat on the bed, his other one still in the kneeling position on the bed. This angle allows him to get even deeper and to really hammer into you.
It only takes a few thrusts in this new positon for the tears to well up in your eyes. The groans coming out of Harry’s mouth are so familiar, and you know he is close to without even saying anything.
“Together?” he asks you again, and you agree. With this agreement, his hand that is not holding the belt falls flat onto your clit. He lazily rubs circles around it until the two of you can’t take it anymore and you both announce your impending orgasms.
It happens so fast, but also in slow motion. This being your second one of the night, you were shocked that you could hold off so long, but when it finally overcame you, it was even stronger than the last. With the added stimulation of the belt and his hand to your clit you were a goner.
You spasmed around Harry’s cock, letting him know that he could release into you. You could feel him sink and twitch inside of you, his warm cum filling you up.
Your two sweaty bodies tried to take in everything that just happened, but you were pretty much at a loss. That was one of the best orgasms of your life, but you’re not sure if you should tell Harry or if that will just boost his already huge ego.
With a lot of panting and trying to catch his breath, Harry comes down to cuddle next to your collapsed body, not having enough energy to pull out of your warm cunt just yet.
The two of you spent a minute trying to get back to normal by spooning in the bed you just destroyed, still connected.
Harry wipes your teary eyes and rests his chin on your shoulder, giving you affirmations of how beautiful you are and reminding you how much he loves you.
After a few minutes, the two of you are finally back on Earth, completely infatuated with each other again, even after the experience you just had. You’re pressing little kisses all over Harry’s face, which makes him laugh. You know you have to get up soon and get ready for bed, and also finish cleaning up the kitchen, but you can't bring yourself to yet.
Like he can read your mind, Harry speaks up, “We should get you cleaned up”. You groan in response, not wanting to move from his embrace.
“I don’t wanna,” you whine like a child. Harry just narrows his eyes at you, and you know it won’t work on him this time. “Why don’t we sit here and unpack what had you all weird today?” you say instead.
“I wasn't being weird,” he objects.
“Ye, you were. Your emotions were more scattered than mine during my period.” You remind him.
“Whatever,” he says, kissing your nose. “Was just frustrated s’all,” he admits.
After talking for a while, he finally pulls out of you, making you squirm, and you both agree to get into the shower. You only gave in because he said he would do a facemask with you afterwards.
A/N this was a draft and it’s very obvious where I picked it up. Thanks for reading and sorry about not updating. Also if you see this lmk what you think!! also this want proofread at all so i’m sorry.
I’m writing a seasonal, cute, fluffy, au right now following Principal!Harry and Teacher!OC. The first few chapters are a WIP but i’m going to have some chapters out soon. Wondering if anyone is interested in this or if there’s any suggestions.
Summary: A continuation of the late night rendezvous with a mysterious (and hot) life guard.
wc: 3k
warnings: smut, f receiving, non-famous H
You were always very cautious. That is if “cautious” means sticking to such a rigid schedule that makes change impossible to seep through. Regardless, you don’t take spontaneous beach days when you have work piling up at home. You don’t lose track of your belongings and then trespass to retrieve them. You most certainly do not make out with a lifeguard you’ve known for maybe ten minutes in the guard shack - or maybe you do because that’s what led you to your current situation.
Spontaneity has never been a personality trait of yours but under the gaze of this fine young lifeguard, you were ready to take the world by storm. Or maybe just ready to take him. Despite every warning sign your body signaled you were still pressed against the granite countertop giving into this man.
The tension was brewing until it just snapped. You gave into him, completely by your own volition and you wouldn’t have it any other way. The first kiss between you two wasn’t awkward at all, he took control quickly as your lips intertwined. It felt right as if it was a puzzle piece meant to fit.
His hands were respectfully cupping your face with a fervor you had never seen before. The only time you disconnected was for a brief breath of air. Any other time, the two of you were trying to savor each other, or so it seemed to you.
The situation itself was so foreign to you. You aren’t one to make out with strangers - except this one. You do relationships not hookups or random kisses. Maybe that was one of your problems though and this seemed like such a gracious answer.
You leaned further back into your elbows to allow for his body to get closer and for him to take more control. You liked where this was going and weren’t afraid to make it known. Your body was asking for more even if your brain wasn’t on the same page yet.
He notices the change in your demeanor and pulls back quickly. “You okay?” He mumbles.
You nod your head in response. Your brain feels jumbled under his gaze but for certain you know you want him.
Your wordless response was clearly not enough for him because he checks in again. “Do you want to stop?” he asks with a little more conviction.
“No.” you breathe, wrapping your forearms around his neck to pull yourself into him. “I want this.” you reassure.
As if the words weren’t enough you kiss his neck until you find a crook that makes him hang his head back in pleasure.
He’s melting in your touch and it would be a lie to say it wasn’t boosting your ego.
“Y/N…you feel amazing.” He mutters. It only encourages you to kiss deeper into his supple skin until realization hits you.
“I don’t even know your name.” you pull back again, slightly out of breath this time. If anyone in your life knew what you were doing right now, they’d never let it go. That’s what makes it so exciting.
“You wanna know what you should be screaming out?” he flirtatiously questions. Any other time you would think that’s the cheesiest line but coming from his pink lips, it made your stomach churn.
“Tell me who’s gonna make me feel good.” You beg him.
“Good Girl.” he grins strategically ignoring your inquiry.”Let’s see how good you can be, then i’ll let you know.” He suggests. All you can do is bite your lips to conserve your expression. He still hasn’t answered your question but honestly this is way better. No one’s ever treated you like this and you never want it to end.
The dirty words you two shared were just the nail in the coffin that this is something the two of you wanted. He looked at you with more lust than you believed one person could hold.
He goes back to ravishing your mouth until he can no longer breathe. “On the counter.” He commands. Startled by his sudden control, you give into his idea. His hands gently grab at your waist and hoist you onto the countertop. From here, you were much taller than him looking onto his set of curls. You open your legs to let him in closer.
Due to the new change of position and height you have to bend down to get a taste of his lips. It’s like you can’t get enough, but he seems to have other plans. His hands have been rubbing up and down your thighs as the two of you make out. When they stop trailing your thighs and stop right at the button of your jean shorts, you know exactly where it’s heading.
You arch your hips up to let him know it’s okay and he takes note almost immediately. Within seconds, your shorts are on the floor completely discarded. You were left still in the bottoms of your swimsuit that you hadn’t changed from earlier. You would have changed if you knew this is where you were heading tonight. He doesn’t seem to care about your attire, just focused on getting a taste of you.
He moves his hand from your thighs to trace up and down your arms. He’s doing everything he can to get his skin on yours right now. Then he makes his boldest move yet and cups your breasts in his two large hands. The sensation is so good you almost moan.
You feel like he’s teasing you with how slow he’s moving. He’s taking his time to get to know your body. It’s…sweet. He left you with no shorts, too eager to explore the top half of your body again. You were overwhelming and he didn’t know what to take in first. He landed on your chest and mercilessly groped over the thin fabric. After the two of you couldn’t take the pace, he finally gave into what you had been waiting for. He gently lifted your shirt off your head and discarded it somewhere else in the room without a care.
The way this guy had you feeling with such subtle movements was insane. You were melting under his touch. He kissed down your neck until he was met with the fabric of your bikini top.
“Y’know I couldn’t keep my eyes off you in this earlier.” He admits. You blush at his confession. Him confirming that he had his eyes on you earlier just made you more eager.
“I look even better without it.” the words flirt off your lips.
He immediately takes this as a sign to untie the strings that hold the material up behind your neck. It’s falls right off of you leaving your top bare for the first time tonight.
“Absolutely gorgeous.” He mutters making your heart speed up. He’s marveling in your sight. He’s absolutely committed to making you feel good tonight. He trails his mouth to one of your breasts giving it subtle kisses. When he licks around your nipple you have to remind yourself this is real life and not a dream.
“Oh my god-“ you pant.
“This okay?” He muffles assurance. He could tell based on your response that you were probably enjoying this but he wanted to know for sure.
“Very…Very okay.” You stumble out.
You haven’t had these feelings under another persons control in longer than you can even remember. Maybe it was the secrecy that turned you on. Maybe the mystery of who this guy was standing between your legs. Or maybe it was the fact that even though you were secluded in the guard shack there was a possibility that someone could walk in on the two of you.
You had no time to dwell more on the situation because he was beginning to trail his way down your body. He gave careful attention to each inch of skin knowing he probably won’t see you again. He kissed your body with such aggression that it would probably leave marks tomorrow. What a good reminder that would be.
His mouth hovered near your thigh like he was unsure if he should give in right now. Your heat was just inches from him and the two of you were very aware. With all the composure he could muster, your partner stuck with soft kisses to your inner thighs. You swore he could tell how needy you were through the fabric that still laid over your core.
Time was the last thing you had a sense of right now but you were sure he was taking his time with you. When he slowly marked his way down one leg and back, he had to do the same with the other. You were seconds away from begging him to do something when he pulled back to take your bottoms off.
He looked at you reassuringly before he took the last of your clothes off. He took his own shirt off in solidarity knowing it could be awkward fully clothed while your partner is naked.
You know you saw him earlier shirtless on the beach but up close he looks even better. Earlier you had no idea you’d end up tangled up in this guy (I mean a girl can dream but the fact that it was happening seems wild).
He pulled your swimsuit bottoms down all the way past your ankles and the floor, leaving you exposed to him.
It sent a chill down your spine but you were more eager than anything.
“You were so right..you are stunning.” he raves taking in your body. You’re surprised you can even comprehend the compliment because of the anticipation coursing within you.
“Please do something.” You beg, which is strange considering you never beg. “I need you so bad.” you almost whine at him.
“I can tell. You’re soaked for me aren’t you, love?” he says not directly to you but to your pussy that is practically leaking into the granite. You’re glad you aren’t looking at each other because the word “love” has you with a silly expression on your face.
“I knew I was eager, but your somethin’ else” he says pretty much to himself, taking the image of you in.
You hear his words and snap back to reality. He was in front of you in his swim shorts with an extremely prominent hardness in his shorts. You smirk knowing you have the same effects on each other.
“Y/N I’ve never seen anyone like you.” He says more confidently this time.
His hands that had rested on your knees pushed your legs closer to your chest so he could get a closer look at your weeping cunt. Out of pure desire he takes one of his hands and rubs closer to your folds than he has ever gone before. Not yet giving in but tracing delicately up and down.
“Just want to taste you.” He admits.
“Please. Do it-“ you almost whine at him.
Just like that he gives in. His tongue that had been waiting for this moment licked one strip up from the bottom of your pussy to the top. Once he got the first taste, he moaned deeper into you. He knew once he started, he’d never want to end, and it was becoming extremely apparent.
He went back down to your hole prodding the area with his tongue trying to soak up as much of you as possible.
He was indulging in salacious moans like he couldn’t contain himself. “So, so good f’me.” he nuzzled into you.
“You gotta taste this.” he announced, pulling back reluctantly and coming up to face level with you. His eyes were wide and hair was tousled. You’ve never been with a man who enjoyed pleasuring someone else on this level. He hadn’t done too much yet but his appearance looked as if he had been ravaging you for hours.
You panted out a response to him and with no time he was reattaching his mouth to yours. It was filthy honestly, but you loved it. His mouth felt amazing on your core, but it was battling the feeling of him on your lips.
Almost naturally, his hand trailed to your pussy while his lips remained on you. They only disconnected when you instinctively pulled back when his fingers ran over your clit. He took this as a sign to go back to what he was doing before.
His mouth wasn’t gone from you long but that time passed made you all the more sensitive to the touch.
The way he went back down on you made the beginning feel like a warm up. His tongue was quick and his pace was unforgiving. You couldn’t control yourself at this point from screaming out, “Fuck- this feels…” oh my God “so good!”
He was not letting up; so fixated on your pleasure. That was…until he did. Honestly you are glad he did because you were going to cum embarrassingly fast.
“Tell me-“ he pants. “Tell me that ‘Harry’ makes you feel this way.”
“Harry?” “Oh God, Harry!” you groan trying not to squirm under his touch. The stranger finally revealed himself to you. This was probably the last personal aspect of the two of you at this point, but it was enlightening nonetheless. You now had a name for the face - the face devouring your cunt and covered in your arousel. What an ass holding out on you for so long, but you couldn’t care that much at the moment.
Your cries of pleasure encouraged him to give you more. He slipped two fingers in easily not needing to warm you up. He has been lapping at you for a while now (not that you’d ever complain about that). You were wetter than you think you’ve ever been before and it was at the mercy of his mouth. Your slick and his spit let him glide two long digits into your cunt.
You clenched at the intrusion as the length of his fingers slid easily in and out. He quickly added a third which is something you rarely even do alone. It was tight, but pleasurable.
Harry was on a mission to make you cum and as it seems, give you the best orgasm of your life.
His fingers curled inside you, grazing your most sensitive part. You could cry from
the pleasure, but instead you just whined out profanities that encouraged your partner.
His fingers and tongue worked as a perfect pair in sync. The whole scene was overwhelming. It was new, it was unreal, and it was never going to happen again.
As much as you were trying to savor this, you couldn’t delay the inevitable. “I’m-“ you can’t speak straight right now but you were certain of one thing “I’m gonna cum.” you warn.
The announcement didn’t have him let up at all. If anything he was more hungry knowing you were close, he wanted it. The sounds of his mouth on you were enough to almost put you over the edge. When he moved his fingers inside you, they squelched. He took the opportunity to slide his fingers back into you and find your g-spot once more.
“Harry I’m-“
“I know.” He pulls back to answer before going straight to your clit with his mouth. It didn’t take long in this position for you to unravel. Your fingers gripped his curls as you grinded your hips into him to get all the pressure you could. Your orgasm hits you intensely, making your whole body clench tightly from your eyes, to your cunt, to your toes. From deep in your chest you grunted out incomprehensible sentences as it overtook you.
You squeezed everything so tight it felt like jelly when you came down. You barely had any control of your limbs. You were glad Harry was holding tight to your legs because, if he hadn’t you’d have fallen right off the counter.
You were finally coming to your senses, chest heaving, when you realized Harry was not letting up. Most guys you knew avoided giving to women because of various reasons and would make it as quick as possible. Here Harry was though soaking in your orgasm. He was going much less reverently but still sucking and licking as much of your arousal as possible.
“That was amazing, Harry, really…wow.” you praise him. Your brain was too jumbled at the situation to even give a proper compliment.
He moves his head back grinning at your compliment. He rubs his hand through your sensitive folds, just mindlessly appreciating your pussy.
“C’mere…” you urge him “Let me make you feel as good as you made me?” You suggest to him.
He straightens up and gently releases your legs so you're sitting upright again on the countertop.
“Don’t worry about me, love.” he reassures you.
You find his eyes to attempt to find the true motive behind his words. When they lock you say, “You sure? You didn’t get anything from this.”
It was pretty true. He spent all this time focused on you. You knew he was hard under his shorts begging for attention.
You hop off the counter, very glad your legs let you do your more even with Harry. You grab his shoulder to get a good look at him.
“I want to show you.” you repeat to him, this time looking up at him with wide eyes.
He chuckles seeing right through your act.
“Don’t worry about me.” he shakes his head. “You gave me more than enough tonight.” He compliments, running a cupped hand over his mouth.
You notice a small glimmer of your arousal still coating his hands and in some sort of post orgasm state, you’re almost embarrassed. That is until when his hands finish passing over his chin, he sucks the coating off of each of his digits making sure you are looking at him enjoying himself.
When he finishes he looks at you completely normally, not like he just did the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and says “Maybe next time?”
Next time?
Maybe the beach wasn’t so bad after all. said you knew it could end like this, you would have taken a self care day weeks ago.
A/N: If you made it this far through my drunken unproofred blurb, thank you I appreciate you <3
will you be writing a part two to some perspective?
heyy! Short answer is yes i’m trying to this month. Long answer: I’ve been waffling on this because I don’t know if I want them to work it out like real people or if I just need an excuse to write some smut 😁…anyways…thank you for reading, it shocks me that someone would actually think about and enjoy my work. I appreciate you so much!!!
Summary: Your relaxing beach day turns stressful when you leave your bag at the beach. In your attempt to retrieve it after hours you run into the attractive life guard who saves the day.
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: Honestly none, just a cute blurb, fluff, super super minor angst, and some kissing
The last few weeks have been rough. Nothing out of the ordinary has been going on, but that was part of your problem. Life was taking on a monotonous toll that you couldn’t put up with for much longer until you burnt out.
Everyday you felt your temper getting shorter all across the board. At work you get fed up with coworkers asking stupid questions, you’re tired of your workload and no one stepping up, and you’re tired of the same schedule over and over every single day. It wasn’t just your work life either.
You didn’t feel like seeing family and friends unless you had to because it was just too much. You felt terrible that you felt like you had to put up a front with the people who should love you the most and love you unconditionally. But that was just your life recently.
You noticed your mental health decline pretty fast which is why you didn’t let it get too deep. You’ve been trying to take care of yourself but every day is just more tiring. You’re not trying to push people away, but that’s what it was looking like.
You needed a change before you just crashed suddenly. You couldn’t keep going down this path again, because who knows if there’s a way out. This was recognizable and you can fight it.
One day you were sitting on your couch watching old seasons of Love Island while stuffing your face with pretzels when you realized you needed to get off your ass. Change doesn’t happen unless you seek it out. That’s why you called up your sister for the first time in about two months of subconsciously ignoring her to ask her out to a beach day.
You were nervous trying to bring yourself to press on her contact. She’s texted you a few times and you’ve sent back short responses so she didn’t worry about you. Deep down though, you know she knew. They always know.
After almost no deliberation it was decided. The two of you were taking a well deserved beach day. The weekend was looking free for the two of you and it took no convincing for either party to fill it with this trip.Plus, with the plans being just days away it gave you really no time to back out
The weekend came after finishing another grueling week of work. With the beach on your mind, Friday took forever to pass. You were actually looking forward to the sister time coming up instead of thinking about plausible excuses to cancel.
Finally Saturday came and the two of you had parked in the beach lot and were walking to the shore. You sported a mesh beach bag on your shoulder and a sleek pair of sunglasses on your head. You walked to the sand in a mesh cover up not really covering anything under it. You wore a deep blue two piece cut perfect for your figure in which the color actually complimented your skin. Swimsuit shopping in this economy is the absolute worst so you were glad to find this number in your drawers.
The weather today was humid and warm. The sun was absolutely beaming which meant for a busy day at the beach. The two of you found what appears to be the only open spot near a lifeguard chair and claimed it with your towels and bag.
Despite the hundreds of people surrounding you, you felt serene. The waves crashed gently on the shore and the energy around you was spectacular. Everyone here was having fun and relaxing, it reminded you that it had been so long since you felt this way.
“Let’s go in.” Your sister suggests. “It’s way too hot to be standing out here”. With no hesitation you agree and the two of you walk towards the murky water.
Apprehensive at first, you finally let your body go and soak in the water. After you get last how cold and gross the water is, you can almost enjoy it. You do like the beach you had to remind yourself. “This is supposed to be relaxing” was another mantra you kept repeating. Eventually you got over yourself when the waves started to take you out of your thoughts.
Being here in the sun and ocean with your sister reminded you of how it was when you were kids. When did you grow up?
“Do you think there’s any sharks in here?” Your thoughts are interrupted by your sister who is splashing around next to you. She has a curious and shocked look on her face like she already knows the answer is yes.
“Try not to find out. I’m not saving you from a shark attack.” you answer truthfully. Now that she mentioned sharks it’s all you’ll be able to think about while you’re in the water.
“Rude.” She scoffs, giving you a playful splash. “Besides I trust the lifeguards more than you anyway” she huffs still faking anger.
“I’d hope so.” you mutter following her deeper in tot the water.
This really does remind you of old times, the two of you hanging out. It’s been so long since you two had a change to bond like this.
“Speaking of lifeguards…” she brings up again and you have no idea where she’s going with it. “I think that one has been looking at you for a while.” she grins.
Truth is, you saw it too. You were trying to ignore it thinking your ego was making you delusional, but if someone else sees it, it might be truly there.
“He’s not.” you quickly shut down despite now knowing it’s true. “If he was, it's because I look like I can’t swim.” you joke turning away to hide the inevitable blush creeping up your cheeks.
“Don’t play.” she scolds giving you a playful hit to the shoulder. “He’s checking you the fuck out.” She admits now looking in his direction to scope him out. “I’d let him save me any day.” she adds flirtatiously.
“Okay, that’s enough.” you cut off whatever other vile things that could come from her mouth. You finally get the courage to glance over towards the lifeguard chair and as expected his eyes scan over your direction and briefly lock with yours. It’s shot but also long enough for him to send you a quick smile of acknowledgement.
He looks away almost reluctantly to watch the rest of the swimmers. You can’t help but stay watching as you take in his features. He’s tanned from spending his days in the beach. His hair, like yours is pushed back with a pair of sunglasses.
“You might want to pick your jaw up before you start drooling.” Your sister appears behind you.
“Oh, shut up! This isn’t what it looks like. It’s nothing.” you defend unsuccessfully.
“Sure it is.”
“Whatever.”
The two of you don’t dwell on the hot lifeguard the rest of the day. Well, you still steal glances with him every once in a while, but she never brings it up. You guys have much more to catch up on. More important things to discuss.
You soak in the water until your skin looks like prunes and the saltwater hurts you throat and stings your eyes. Then you make your way back to your towels which you remember were placed dangerously close to the lifeguard stand.
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You really enjoyed the rest of the day at the beach. You and your sister caught up which was much needed and for the first time in forever you got to relax. The sand and the saltwater were a remedy for almost any problem in your life.
By the end of it you were exhausted and borderline dehydrated. So much so that you left your bag on the beach, or so you hoped, because you can’t find it anywhere. It had your wallet and change of clothes in it but you must have been distracted by something or someone when you left.
This is how you found yourself standing at the gangway at 11:30 at night trying to gain the courage to hope the gate. It was right near where you were early, but you couldn’t see it from here. You weren’t even sure it was there. You were sure that you weren’t supposed to be there and you could get in serious trouble if caught on this property after hours.
You would get it tomorrow but you have to be at work early and your sister has an early flight out in the morning to visit a friend across the country. It really was now or never.
The wooden gate looked very intimidating even though it was barely around four feet tall. It wasn’t the height rather the fear of what to do once you get over it. Is there security? Will someone see you? Can someone see you right now? The thoughts were flowing and spiraling.
Then you had enough of the panic in your head and just jumped over the obstacle and your feet landed firmly in the sand. If you weren’t scared shitless at the moment you’d applaud yourself for the athleticism.
You took a few hesitant steps down the soft sandy beach thinking about how terrible of an idea this is with every step. You were about to turn around out of apprehension when you spotted the gold zipper and knew immediately that you’d found you treasure. You were practically giddy that your belongings were just feet away.
You make your way over and bend down to secure the item in your hands when a voice makes you nearly jump out of your skin. “Hey what are you doing over there? The beach is closed!” The voice bellows.
Maybe it was your fight or flight kicking in because your immediate instinct was to flee the scene when you heard him. You didn’t even look back and clutched the bag to your chest and you scurried the direction that you came from. He was talking to you. There was no one else here to reprimand.
It’s almost like you believed if you ignored him, he wouldn’t pursue you. That was not the case as you heard his footsteps shuffling in the sand approaching you. In surrender you turn around to face your consequences. Your heart was beating from doing something out of your comfort zone and getting caught doing it. It was also beating because the voice that had been betraying you had been none other than the lifeguard from earlier.
If you weren’t embarrassed before, you sure were now. The hot lifeguard was stalking over in your direction and all you could do was stand in submission. When you first turn to get a glimpse at him, his face is hard but it slowly softens as he has the same revelation that you had - you remember each other.
A new emotion ignites within you that you can’t quite place. This stranger most definitely has the upper hand in this case, you’re on his turf. So what do you do? You could play dumb. You could be honest about what you’re doing. Or you can stand petrified in silence contemplating your next move like you’re doing right now.
He walks the short distance over to you while you struggle with your internal dilemma until your face to face. Under his gaze you break. “I know I shouldn’t be here but I left this here earlier…It’s just really important that I get this tonight or else i’d lose it - i’m so sorry.” you ramble.
He lets you finish making a fool of yourself before he answers, “Yeah I remember you. You were sitting right over there” He gestures across the sand to the tall lifeguard chair he had occupied earlier. “You were with another girl, right? Why’d you come back alone, that’s not safe.” He reprimands
“She’s waiting for me in the car.” you lie. You don’t owe this stranger anything, but you want to keep it as civil as possible in case he decides to call the police on you or something. The truth is your sister has no idea you went back tonight.
“I really shouldn’t keep her waiting anyway.” you insist.
Without another word you turn back around towards the street and open your bag for the first time to make sure everything is in there. It’s not. Your wallet is completely missing. What is wrong with people? With a groan you stop in your tracks riffling through the whole thing once more.
“Missing something?” The lifeguard speaks up almost as if he knows what’s happening.
“My wallet. It’s gone.” you admit more annoyed than anything at this point.
“I figured that’s what happened.” He assumes. “A lady brought one to the guard shack earlier, we can go get it.” He suggests.
How convenient. You have to admit it’s a little strange that this situation all panned out like this. You were supposed to sneak onto the beach, get your bag, and get out. Now you’re being told that you have to get your wallet from a guard shack that you don’t even know exists.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” you question turning back to look him in the eyes.
“I don’t lie.” He simply states.
“How do I know that’s not a lie?” you wonder aloud.
“You’re just gonna have to trust me and find out.” He shrugs.
There’s silence for a moment as I take in his words. What is even happening right now?
“Jeeze. Tough crowd.” He mutters. “It’s a black coach wallet, right?” he proves.
“Yes. With the cherry keychain.” You add hopeful of being reunited with your belongings.
“I just saw it when I was packing up.” He admits. “It’s right inside. I’ll go grab it.” He offers.
He must notice your relieved reaction because he smiles too at the look of pure joy on your face.
“It’s not far.” He assures.
“I’m coming with then.” You offer, trying to catch up since he already started trekking over.
When the two of you make it to the small wooden building, your apprehensive to go inside. The lifeguard has unlocked the door and turned on the light inside before you finally decide to come in as well. Sure enough it’s on a small counter that runs the length of the quaint space.
Almost immediately the man grabs it and extends it in your direction. “I believe this is yours Y/N Y/L/N?” He grins.
“How do you know my name?” You question furrowing your brows at the confrontation.
“I saw it on your ID. I was looking for a number to return it to.” He explains making you feel much at ease. “When I saw it was you…” He starts and then pauses licking his bottom lip nervously “When I saw it was you I got too shy to call. I wanted you to come by so I could see you again.” He admits bringing his eyes up to meet yours at the end of his confession.
Your heart melts for this stranger who is starting deep into your eyes. You're beyond flattered at what he just confessed to you. It was sweet and to be fair you were eyeing him up all day at the beach. He was attractive, there was no doubt. Now the two of you were alone in the guard shack with a strange tension brewing in the silence.
“I’m glad you were still here when I got here.” You confess in a whisper. That’s the truth. Deep down you wanted to meet this guy off duty.
“I’m glad you lost your wallet.” He shakes his head.
“I’m glad I lost it.” you retaliate leaning your back against the countertop.
He closes the gap between the two of you and opens his mouth to say something before pulling back. “We shouldn’t keep your friend waiting that long.” He remembers the lie you told him.
“She was never really here.” You confess almost breathlessly. You were too focused on the perfectly sculpted man standing in front of you to explain it was your sister and not your friend.You didn’t actually want to talk at all, you were focused on his pink lips and what they taste like.
“So then no one’s expecting you?” He wonders leaning in to brush the hair out of your face.
You shake your head no as a response too worried that your words will fail you in this situation. “Good because I really want to kiss you right now.”
“I really want to kiss you too right now.” you muster up.
Your faces are nearly touching at the moment. You can feel his breath when he threatens, “Then do it.”
And so you do. You make the first actual move and find his lips with yours. They’re everything you wanted them to be and more. At first they were soft until he deepened the kiss between the two of you taking control.
Reluctantly you pull back with a smile creeping up your face as you catch your breath. Coincidentally the lifeguard is sporting the same look as you. His cheeks flushed and hair a little tousled. It doesn’t stop him though from going back in and stealing another kiss.
A/N: I’ve been sitting on this a while unsure whether I wanted to post it at all. It’s out now because I finally decided to split it into two parts. get prepared because the next one gets a little steamy
summary: it’s Harry’s first time meeting the parents, but they’re terrible. Or you’ve always been insecure and Harry gets to the root of it. Very much matilda related.
word count: 3.3k
warnings: angst, harmful language, verbal abuse
You were nervous. You were nervous because today is the day you have been dreading ever since you met your boyfriend - the day he meets your parents. You have been putting it off for as long as possible, trying to talk about your parents as little as you could. The reality is, you didn’t have the best childhood, but you proclaim that it wasn’t their fault; they raised you the best they could. You guys still have what you would consider a normal relationship, that is, if you consider “a normal relationship” seeing each other twice a year, one being Christmas. As you grew up, you decided that you needed to distance yourself from them for the sake of your mental health, but you could never cut them off completely.
“You almost ready, baby?” Your boyfriend asks with a knock, peeking into the bathroom where you were getting ready. You were wearing a pair of blue jeans, a blouse, and a button-up cardigan, just putting the finishing touches on your makeup. You were very meticulous with your outfit, drawing on your parents' modest views. You were careful to choose a cardigan to make sure you weren’t “showing too much skin,” like your mom would say. You also made sure to do your makeup in your moms liking. You weren’t the kind of person to ever change yourself for others, but here you were doing exactly that for your parents. You convince yourself that this is different, you were not conforming to their ideals because you were scared, you were just being polite. Deep down, you knew that it shouldn’t be this way and you should be able to express yourself the way you want to the two people who were supposed to love you unconditionally. You chalk it up to a generational divide and look at yourself in the mirror one last time to apply the final coat of mascara.
“Finishing up now” you reply locking eyes with his reflection behind you. “Im gonna go pack up while you finish.” He responds mesmerized by your focus on your makeup. “You’re beautiful by the way” He adds taking a step forward to press a kiss to the top of your head, earning you a smile.
After you finish, you meet Harry downstairs by the door. He’s dressed in some trousers and a button up that was carefully vetted by you beforehand. “Do you think that you could drive us there, babe?” You ask while putting your shoes on. You were originally going to drive, but you have just been so nervous all day it’s making you feel sick and you are in no position to operate a vehicle. Harry without hesitation agrees, but inside he’s suddenly aware of your nerves. The two of you barely spoke all morning, but he assumed that you were just busy, turns out you just had a lot on your mind. Harry desperately wants to know what you’re thinking about, but decides against pestering you because he knows how complicated families can be.
To you, the drive felt gruesome. It was about an hour drive and each second made your nerves increase. You were trying not to show your stress to Harry, so you were suffering in silence. About twenty minutes in, you were borderline having a panic attack and that’s when you finally let it all out to Harry.
“Harry, I need to tell you something.” You begin trying to cover up your wavering voice. Harry has been waiting for this to all come out but wasn’t expecting it to happen like this. “Im scared.” Is all you can rush out before your tears well up in your eyes. The childlike outburst startles Harry as he’s struggling to keep his attention on the road now that you’re unveiling your emotions in front of him.
“Oh Y/N, darling, breathe, okay?” he reminds you with quick glances between your soft face and the road. “What’s wrong dear? What has you so shaken up.” he questions gently.
“I haven’t been honest with you” you start with a shaky breath. “A-About my family I mean.” You breathe deeply trying to figure out the best way to say this. “I haven’t told you a lot about my family I think, just that i’m an only child and I rarely see them, but there are reasons. Growing up, they were just really negative people and um you probably think I’m overreacting right now, but they actually really hurt me and..” you trail off so you can breathe. Harry has his eyes on the road at this point but his hand rests on your kneecap signaling to you that he’s here and listening. He remembers very short conversations about your family but he never prodded, but the way you’re talking has him nervous.
“They um they really hurt me when I was younger…not physically of course, but mentally and emotionally they would just tell me all these negative things and for most of my life, I believed them.” you confess toying with your fingers in your lap recalling the events. “I don’t know why I’m so messed up over it still, I’ve done a lot of thinking over the years and I know that they couldn’t help it.” you defend. Harry is stunned by your confession waiting to talk until you’ve finished but still rubbing shapes into your thigh as condolences.
“That’s all, I just wanted to warn you about it before we get there and um yeah” you finish with a big breath. Harry then looks over at you with the most understanding and pure face you’ve ever seen. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, baby.” is all he says at first like he’s trying to choose his next words carefully. “I will turn us around right now if that’s what you want, I hate to see you like this.” He offers.
You don’t want to turn around, you want to face it head on. You know inside that Harry probably feels guilty because it was his idea to see your parents. You’ve seen his a million times and spend almost every holiday with them. He thought he was doing a good thing by suggesting this visit. But right now he wants to do nothing more than turn the car around, get you home, show you how much he loves you, and keep you away from any harm.
Within minutes of your breakdown, you arrive at the destination you have been dreading. It all looks the same. It’s the same house with the long circle driveway. The landscaping is still perfect and the grass perfectly trimmed. From the outside it’s perfect. Harry carefully drives his range rover up the driveway and parks in front of the four car garage.
The two of you sit there for a second before Harry breaks the silence. “Are you completely sure you want to do this baby?” He confirms with you making sure to angle his body in a way where he can read your expression. “I’m sure. I need to do this. They still have some weird power over me and that ends now, I just need you here with me to do it.” you say softly bringing your intertwined hands to your lips to give his hand a soft kiss. “I love you.” you remind him. “I love you more, let’s do this.” he encourages.
Your heart is in your stomach as you open the car door, but you’ve gotten most of the nerves out during the drive. You’re just overreacting and everything will be fine you repeat to yourself as you find your hand in Harry’s as the two of you walk up the sidewalk to the front door. The shrubs are perfectly trimmed and the glow of a porch light gives just enough illumination. The two of you reach the doorway quicker than you would hope so you turn to each other and give a reassuring look.
You reach for the doorbell and press it delicately. “Let me handle them please.” you beg while waiting for the door. “I’ll do my best” he assures you, his face looking stoic and jaw clenched like he really means what he said.
Almost immediately the door swings open and you are greeted by none other than your mother. She looks the same to you, just with a bit more filler. She stands at a whopping 5’ 4 with her blond bob and manicured fingers. She’s wearing a blouse that flatters her and a disapproving look that you’ve grown accustomed to.
“You’re late again. Did you get lost?” are the first words out of her plump red lips.
“Nice to see you too mom” you greet sarcastically “We’re not late, just hit some traffic that’s all” you explain with no emotion to your voice as your mom faux welcomes the two of you in.
You’re then ushered into the entry way where your father comes strolling in. “Welcome home darling” he greets you with a smile that’s almost believable. “You must be Harry, the musician” he recalls. While your mother looks the exact same you can tell that your fathers age is catching up to him. He doesn’t hold up like he used to. Harry and your father shake hands before you’re led to the dining room.
Everything is moving fast but it also feels as if it’s moving at a snails pace. You’ve barely said a word to anyone since you’ve been here but you also feel like you were rushed into the dining room. This will be a painful night as most of the small talk has already been exhausted not even ten minutes into the dinner. You, Harry, and your father find your seats at the dining table while your mother brings out the food.
The table is long and oak. It’s much too big for the two of them that live there, but your mother always loved hosting parties. The walls are decorated sparsely with expensive one of a kind art and the classical family portrait.
Each of you are sat at a placemat set with more forks than you know what to do with. Your mom finally emerges from the kitchen holding a roast. She sets it on the table where you can get a good look at it and it doesn’t look half bad, i’m sure she hired a chef for this meal. You don’t remember a single time of your childhood where your mother was ever in the kitchen.
Everyone is sat down at the table soon after. Your father and mother sat at the respective head of the table and you and Harry next to each other on one side. Being next to him is the only thing that can calm you down right now.
“So, Y/N,” your mother begins the conversation. Everyone has food in their plate and you’d be lying if your mother wasn’t watching every food parcel that you added to your plate. Harry stiffens at the sound of her voice knowing that nothing good is going to come next. “You’re looking…thin. Are you stressed or finally on a diet?” She questions nonchalantly before sticking a bite of roast into her mouth.
Your blood goes cold. This has to be a new record of time where she hasn’t mentioned your weight but nonetheless she does. It doesn’t bother you as much as it used to. You have grown to love your body no matter what she has said to you. There has never been a time in your life where you have been necessarily overweight, but your mom seems to disagree.
Harry pretends not to notice the way your eyes subconsciously flick to your stomach or the way you tug on your shirt after her comment. When you don’t immediately respond to her harsh words, Harry steps in. “So what exactly do you guys do for a living since I’m pretty sure verbally abusing your daughter isn’t a full time job?” He asks with a smile but no facial expression can cover the hostility in his words and the clatter of silverware onto the table.
Your father, Robert, didn’t get Harry’s sarcasm and went on a tangent about whatever he does in finance. You still don’t know what he does but it was enough to keep a big roof over your head for your childhood. He has all this money but never offered to help put his only daughter through college or grad school or ever help out with her finances. For years she has been living on scraps while her parents lived in complete luxury and it sickened her.
“Enough work talk Robert” your mom cuts in. “Lets have Harry tell us about his little music gig instead” she offers.
Harry has no problem talking about himself in this situation despite how humble he usually is. He wants to do nothing more right now than to reach over the table and wipe the scowl off of your mothers face. Instead he decides to stay civil for now “It’s not very little, Linda” He starts as the vile words peel from his lips. He was raised with nothing but respect, unlike the people before him. However, the though of these people tormenting his favorite person make him loose all ability to control himself hence his hostility. He also doesn’t care what this two think of him, he’s only here for you.
“We’re actually in the middle of planning a stadium tour and a radio tour for next summer for the last album I put out.” He mentions before taking a bite of broccoli. Overcooked broccoli at that.
“That’s…nice. So what real work do you do?” she eggs on crossing her arms onto the table as if all respect in the room has gone out the window.
“I don’t know what you mean. Music is my full time job.” He replies refusing to prove himself anymore to this woman. He’s sold millions of records and won multiple grammys and if she doesn’t know that, it’s on her.
“How are the two of you affording anywhere decent to live?” Your father chimes in genuinely. “How does he support you when you have practically no income as a student in grad school? he continues shuffling food around his plate. He didn’t seem malicious at first but the topic of education is never a pleasant one between the two of you. He thinks your degree is useless and regardless refuses to help with tuition.
“We get by.” is all Harry says coldly. He hasn’t lasted long at this dinner but what could you expect from him.
“I’m just saying singing and prancing on stage doesn’t pay the mortgage or bills.” Robert huffs looking at his wife Linda across the table trying to get her on board.
“It’s doing just fine for us. And I get to help out with Y/N’s school loans. She’s almost earned her PhD.” He gloats trying to finally get some praise for his girlfriend, if these people were even capable of it.
“Most people drop out due to stress. I’m sure she’s next” Your father mutters and you can’t even lie about it, that one hurt you. You bite your cheek and think of literally anything to say to him but it doesn’t come. You’ve never been good at standing up for yourself on the spot. It only comes to you hours after when you're ruminating on the situation, what to say.
“I just don’t know how you put up with it. She’s so…dependent.” your mom chastises. What does that even mean, “so dependent”? Of course you relied on her for things as a child, you were a child. “And all the drama that she creates…Bless your heart for putting up with her and her projects.” she continues not letting up on the backhanded insults as she waves her fork through the air.
It’s like she was talking to herself, not directing her attention to anyone but the dazed state she was in during her rant. That’s is until she comes back down and looks right at you for one final dig “You know hun, not everyone needs a PhD to seem smart…some people are actually smart.” she adds with a pity smile.
Your father nods along with her words not once disagreeing. Somewhere in the ruckus Harry drew his over your and rested them on this thigh intertwined to keep you comforted in any way he could. He is boiling with rage at the way they talk to you but he told you he’d let you handle it and he’s already stepped out of line.
“This is bullshit.” Harry announces with his chair scraping back against the floor. He looks at you and offers a quick apology for what he’s about to do. “You two have done nothing but harass Y/N since she got her. She may put up with it, but I won’t. You’re rude and ungrateful for the amazing human being sat right in front of you. You guys told me that she’s lucky to be with me, but you have it wrong. Y/N is the lucky one for having survived you.” he exclaims at them. He means every word that’s been pent up all night. she is just seething with anger but didn’t want to let it all out in front of you.
Your parents look horrified as if no one has ever talked to them like that before, and it’s probably because no one has. They’re entitled and elitist and they get what they want. So, you finally muster up some courage to say an ounce of what you’ve always want to say “You guys don’t get to insult my work, my life, my boyfriend, and my looks and get away with it. You’re cruel and you always have been. I regret coming here tonight and thinking you’d be any different.” you blow up at them. In response they look at you disappointed for yelling at the dinner table.
“Y/N you’re almost thirty and still in school. You’re not married and you throw temper tantrums when things don’t go your way.” your father observes “you need to grow up, start acting like an adult” he advises with a scowl. “You should be more grateful for the life we’ve given you.” your mother adds and it is your final straw.”
You finally unleash everything into them. “Fuck both of you for the way you’ve treated me all these years. I kept coming back thinking I was the problem or that I could change to fit into your mold, but that was never the case, you’ll never be happy with me. After all of this you want gratitude? Well how’s this: I’m grateful that you taught me how to never treat my family.” you burst finally not caring what they think.
Harry was the first to move after the outburst. He pulled you out of the situation. He was on a mission and didn’t let go of your hand until the two of you were safe in the car.
There is an u spoken silence for a while until Harry breaks it “Are you okay he asks?” because it’s all he can do right now.
“No im not okay right now, but I will be be. I’m free if them forever now.” you admit. Saying it out loud feels so strange but you have all you need already right next to you.
“I just want to you to know that I love you the way you are and your perfect. I don’t think i’ll ever have the words to convince you but I’ll never stop trying.” He promises as he turns onto the familiar street where the two of you reside.
Summary: You’re late to a dinner date after being held up at work which results in a very public argument in a renowned restaurant. Or Harry can’t articulate his feelings and you make a few mistakes
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: None, just angst. You may hate this Harry after this one.
Late, late, late. You were late for meeting Harry for dinner. It’s not often that the two of you can fit time in to get a nice dinner, but you know Harry went above and beyond to get a reservation at one of the best restaurants in the city. If you remember correctly, it had a Michelin star.
As soon as your Uber pulled up in front of the brightly lit restaurant, you sprinted out of the car as if rushing now would take back the fact that you messed up badly.
It wasn't supposed to happen, but your boss asked you himself to stay and help since you were one of the only employees that knew the correct procedures. If you didn’t, it could end badly for the company and you knew you were in line for a promotion eventually and didn’t want to be on anyone's bad side.
Plus, even after you finished your duties, your boss cornered you before you could walk out and despite telling him that you had plans with your boyfriend, he didn’t get the hint and kept you up talking.
Despite all this, you tried your hardest to get to the restaurant because all you wanted after a long day was to be greeted by Harry and his warm smile and to unload to him about your day.
You see him all the way across the restaurant immediately and B-line towards him almost tripping three waiters in the process. He was sitting there nursing what appeared to be a whiskey with an empty glass next to it implying that this wasn't his first of the night. His composure didn’t change when he saw you, he only maintained a soft tight smile and looked at you as you barreled in. He was all dressed up in a suit with his ring-clad hands gripping his glass, the soft glow of restaurant lighting illuminating his stiff facial features.
“I know, I know, I know I'm late” You rush out going to greet him with a kiss. He turns his head at the last second, your peck landing on his cheek rather than his lips.
Weird.
It was weird and unusual behavior for Harry, but in his defense, he has been waiting for you to show up for nearly two hours now. He has been getting pity from the server who keeps checking up on him unsure that you would even show up even though he swore to her you would. Not that he cared what she or anyone here thought of him, but it was quite embarrassing. So he sent you a few messages, but you didn’t see any of them since you have been too focused on getting to the date rather than checking your phone. So he sat there for almost two hours contemplating what to say to you and trying not to let his anger boil up. All of it disappeared when he saw you in front of him apologizing, wearing a gorgeous baby blue dress, and frantically getting yourself seated to finally participate in the date.
“Again I am so super sorry about the timing, baby, I hope you havent been waiting too long. Drew asked me to stay and I needed the hours, but he just wouldn't stop talking.” You explain exasperated by the night you had.
Harry tenses a bit but immediately relaxes like it didn’t even happen at all. “Haven't been here long at all darling.” Lie. “Drew…?” Harry trails asking you to fill in more details.
“Yeah, Andrew, you met him at an event once or twice.” You remind him taking a sip of your water placed in front of you. “He is taller and skinny, you said he looked like Edward Cullen or something.”
“I knew who you were talking about. I just didn’t know that you stood me up for nearly two hours to talk to some other guy.” Harry scoffs not taking his eyes that are trained on the last bit of whiskey in his glass.
“I told you I’m sorry, babe, I just need the money and you know it” He was visibly upset and you knew why now. You let his snotty attitude slide for once this time because you know that you would be angry at him if he did the same to you. Except, he wouldn't do this to you so you feel even worse trying to explain yourself. “I won't do it to you ever again. It was a one-time thing I'm just trying to get enough money to move out like we planned,” you say looking for any physical response from him, but he keeps his eyes away from yours avoiding eye contact.
He looks up at you for what feels to be the first time of the night. If you didn’t know him better you wouldn’t notice the hurt written all over his face, but you knew him so well and it’s all you could pick up on. All of it vanished when he spoke.”I don’t even know why you’re still at that place. They treat you like shit and overwork you. They don’t even pay you a living wage either, you deserve so much more.” He says steadily like it’s something he rehearsed.
That kind of blatant outburst is out of the ordinary for Harry. He’s usually so sweet and always building you up and has never once said anything negative about your job even though, now that you think about it, you complain about it a lot.
You can’t even process words fast enough to create a response. Where was all of this coming from? You get that you messed up, but you didn’t do anything bad enough to warrant this attitude from Harry. Maybe he had a few too many whiskeys before you got here.
“I’m just saying-“ he starts. Here we go again. “If you just moved in with me, you could save the money and you wouldn’t have to deal with your roommate anymore. You know how I feel about you being around her.” He grumbles, throwing his hands up.
Oh so you guess everything is finally coming out. Is this how he really feels? You cross your arms over your chest feeling the hostility seething off of your boyfriend.
“She’s just going through a tough time…” you begin to defend. It’s true that when you two first started living together, everything was fine but it’s now on a sharp decline.
“We all have bad moments but this has been going on for at least six months. You say it yourself that she’s lazy, messy, and drunk half the time. She has a real problem and you’re not safe with her.” He pleads, regurgitating again what you’ve said to him. You mentally curse that he’s such a good listener.
“She’s fine and she’s my friend, Harry. You on the other hand, I don’t know who you are right now but I have a feeling it has something to do with how much you’ve had to drink tonight.” you boldly claim narrowing your icy eyes at him. If he wants to argue, then you can argue.
He tilts his head back to the ceiling and sharply inhales like he’s composing himself. “I’m just trying to say-“ he starts.
“I know damn well what you’re trying to say and you don’t need to say it again.” you cut in not allowing him to speak.
“Y/N please…” he exhales, leaning forward again on the table like he can’t get comfortable.
You can feel the tables around you starting to train their eyes on the two of you. Neither of you were particularly quiet but that’s what happens when you get angry. You begin to feel embarrassed more than anything. “Do we have to be doing this right here and right now?” you ask noticing the commotion and sinking into your seat.
“Would you like to wait until we got home? Because last time I checked you refused to live with me.” he says even louder this time making full eye contact so you know he meant it.
You fought tears because it was true. “You know how I grew up so you know how I am with money. I can’t afford to live in the town you’re in Harry. It way out of my price range.” you explain for what feels like the hundredth time.
Harry responds again, running a hand through his hair and his eyes growing larger in disbelief “I’ve told you so many times I would pay for it. Just pack up and move in please.” He begs like he has so many times before they had this conversation.
Suddenly a voice interrupts “So have we decided what we will be having tonight?” The server questions in an overly cheery voice. She has soft red ringlets of hair down to her shoulders and is wearing a name tag that says “Suzanne”. She either has no idea what she just walked in on or is a great actress.
Harry juts in immediately, “We’re still deciding.” and with that she puts her pen and pad of paper back into her apron “Let me know when you’re ready.”
The two of you were back alone and you could feel your blood beginning to boil. You hate fighting with Harry. The two of you have never fought like this especially not in public. He sat there with a scowl on his face and you matched anxiously biting your lip with a furrowed brow.Neither of you brave enough to break eye contact.
Harry is the first to speak again “Do you even know what day it is?” He asks with a scoff.
You assume it’s another jab at your long work weeks that prevent the two of you from seeing each other “Tuesday?…maybe Wednesday? I don’t know Harry.” you concede in defeat.
He pauses for a second and all the tension releases from his body, “It’s our anniversary.”
Our anniversary.
How could you forget. You feel like the worst girlfriend and the biggest idiot on Earth. It’s your two year anniversary and you ruined it by being late and then picking a fight. Your hands instinctively cup your mouth as you gasp.
“I’m so..I’m so sorry.” those are all the words you can find and you reach out to grab his hands from across the table, but he pulls them away. He throws his napkin down on the table and gives you a look of disappointment you’ll never forget.
“I don’t want this to be the memories I have of our anniversary, so i’m gonna go.” He says sternly standing up from the table. The chair beneath him scrapes the floor loudly drawing even more attention to the couple.
He reaches into his pocket for his wallet, throwing a few bills on the table for the drinks he had and giving you a few as well “Get a ride and text me when you get home. You know I love you right?” Love. The two of them know their love is stronger than one public spat.
He makes his way to the entrance of the building and slips his wallet back into his suit pocket. Briefly his hand makes contact with an object that he nearly forgot about. An engagement ring. He was going to propose to you tonight.
so um hey it’s been a minute but if I finish this piece tonight, it’s yours. An angsty (possibly smutty) one where basically you make a mistake and harry can’t articulate his feelings :(
