pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader
characters: harry castillo, fem!reader, stevie, and lucy
content warning(s): slight angst, reader insecurities, comparing herself to lucy, implied smut (no details in this one y'all), mainly fluff i promise!!!, no use of y/n, no physical description of reader.
word count: 5.1k
a/n: happy friday everyone! originally, i had plans to make lucy really mean and bitchy, but then rewatched the movie and realized that she wasn't like that at all (i know, a lot of people didn't like her lol). this won't be the last we see of lucy though... hope y'all enjoy and hope everyone has a wonderful holidays! <33
part 13. - part 15. | series masterlist.
You saw her first.
Met her gaze.
Then, you reached out and touched Harry’s arm. It was gentle, but he turned to you with a smile on his face. He hadn’t seen her yet—focused on making sure he didn’t wake Stevie.
But then he saw the look on your face.
Saw the way your brows were pulled together.
Eyes soft, but filled with so much concern—with so much uncertainty.
Then, he followed your gaze.
His heart stopped.
His jaw tightened.
And his hold around Stevie tightened even further.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Not your fault.” Then, you gently took Stevie from him—albeit with much difficulty since she was holding onto him so tight.
“Should we wait for you upstairs?” You asked, holding Stevie to you as she squirmed in your arms.
Harry shook his head and began rubbing Stevie’s back to calm her down, noticing that the little girl began to settle down in your arms. “Wait for me here?” He suggested.
“Okay, baby,” you whispered.
Harry reached up and cupped your cheek, thumb lightly brushing along your skin as he kissed your forehead. “Won’t be long.”
You nodded and pulled your lower lip between your teeth.
Harry sighed and leaned in, lips near your ear as he whispered. “No one else matters to me but you and Stevie, baby.”
Then, he pulled away and turned around to walk towards Lucy.
You sighed to yourself and sat down at one of the couches with Stevie still fast asleep in your arms.
“What are you doing here?” Harry asked, keeping a mindful distance between himself and Lucy.
“I just wanted to talk, to catch up. We didn’t get much of a chance to at Charlotte’s baby shower,” she answered. “But I see that you’re busy and now’s not a good time,” she continued, looking over his shoulder at you and Stevie.
“What do you want, Lucy?” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “You can’t just show up here.”
Lucy sighed, arms crossed over her chest. She kept looking between you and Harry, but couldn’t help but also notice the little girl in your arms. She would be lying if she said that this could have been her—she could have been living in this place with Harry if only she had chosen him.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said. “I really just wanted to catch up.”
“You could’ve called.”
“Right.”
“What’s going on, Lucy?”
“I just—I wanted to see if coming back would cause feelings to come up again,” she sighed.
“It didn’t for me,” Harry said.
Lucy’s eyes softened. She looked up at him and nodded.
“Yeah, I see that.”
“Listen,” he sighed. “You told me that love had to be on the table, that love should be easy. At the time, I had no clue what that meant. Had no idea if I would ever know what that felt like,” Harry continued, glancing over his shoulder at you and Stevie. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. “But I do now.”
Lucy nodded. “I’m happy for you, Harry.” She whispered, eyes dropping down to her feet. “Really.”
“And whatever’s going on with you and John, you’ll figure it out,” he reassured.
Lucy sighed. “Maybe, maybe not. I’m thinking we might not be as compatible as I thought we were.”
“Money isn’t everything,” he said. “It shouldn’t be everything.”
“That’s easy for you to say.” She laughed dryly. “Look around you, Harry. You live in a penthouse that no one else can afford. Of course it doesn’t mean anything to you.”
Harry shook his head and brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “It doesn’t,” he repeated. “As long as I have them both, I don’t care where we are.”
Lucy bit her lower lip and sighed. “Well, I guess you won’t ever have to know what that feels like, huh? Living paycheck to paycheck, unsure if you’re going to pay rent on time.”
“I guess not,” he sighed. “And I know I’m fortunate to be where I am, but if I had to struggle through things like that, if I had to worry about money, I’d want to do it by her side,” Harry finished, referring to you as he glanced over his shoulder to see you whispering to Stevie who had begun waking up. “Because I know even on my bad days, she’s going to love me. Just as I’ll love her on her bad days.”
“And her daughter?”
“What about her?”
“She isn’t technically yours.”
“Doesn’t mean I love her any less,” Harry responded.
“You really do love her,” she pointed out.
“In ways that I never thought was possible,” he smiled. “I really wish you the best, Lucy, but we both know that our relationship was built out of convenience. You didn’t love me, and that’s okay. I don’t think I loved you either,” Harry explained. “But you knew that.”
Lucy smiled. “The unicorn found his match.”
He chuckled and then turned to face you now, eyes softening as he watched Stevie scramble out of your arms as she looked around for him. “Guess so.” Then, he glanced at Lucy and continued, “You can’t come here unannounced anymore, okay? It’s not fair to John and it’s not fair to her.”
She nodded and then gently reached out to rest a hand on his forearm. Her blue eyes shimmered as she looked at him—memories of their time spent together flashing before her. “Right. Well, I suppose I’ll see you around?”
“Sure,” he said, beginning to walk away from Lucy and now towards Stevie. “Take care, Lucy.”
Stevie wiggled her way out of your arms and began walking towards Harry, her arms reaching up for him. Harry scooped her up without hesitation, cheek resting against the side of her head.
“Sorry, honey,” he whispered. “Didn’t want to wake you.”
She yawned and looked around. “That’s okay, Harry. Is this your place?”
“Well, it’s the lobby,” he smiled.
“And that woman? Is she your friend?” Stevie asked, looking over his shoulder at Lucy.
“Yeah, honey. She is.”
Stevie nodded and then lifted her hand to wave at Lucy, a small smile lining the little girl’s lips. Lucy was taken aback and she straightened up and waved back.
“She looks sad,” Stevie pointed out.
Harry looked over his shoulder to glance at Lucy before he continued walking towards you. “She’ll be okay.”
You stood up and walked towards Harry, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Everything okay?”
“It is now,” he smiled. “Ready to go upstairs?”
“We’re going to your place?” Stevie asked, grinning.
“Yeah. Figured we can hang out here, if that’s okay.”
“Yes!” She giggled.
You looked at Lucy and then gently rested a hand on his arm. “I’ll meet you both upstairs?”
Harry furrowed a brow.
Stevie nodded.
“She’s sad, mama.”
Harry sighed. “Baby, it’s not—”
“I’ll be okay,” you interrupted softly. “Stevie, be good for Harry, okay? I’ll see you both up there in a minute.”
Harry’s eyes stayed on you. He reached out and cupped your cheek, biting his lower lip. “We can wait for you.”
“No no, it’s okay,” you smiled reassuringly. “I mean, look at this one. She’s practically jumping in excitement to see your place,” you teased, causing Stevie to giggle and bury her face against Harry’s neck.
Harry nodded and then kissed your forehead. He turned on his heel and began walking towards the elevators when Stevie lifted her head from Harry’s shoulder to look at Lucy.
“Hi!”
Lucy smiled. “Hello.”
“I’ll see you around, Lucy.” Harry said, stepping into the elevators with Stevie.
You approached Lucy first.
She moved her hand to grip the strap of her bag that was draped over her shoulder.
You smiled first.
The corner of her lips lifted just slightly.
Despite the faux confidence you were displaying, you couldn’t help but feel insecure from just standing in front of her.
She was so well put together.
Dressed just as nicely as the people that would hang in Harry’s circle.
Tall.
Slim.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume she was a model.
And it looked like she came from money too.
You were so completely different than she was.
You’d only ever dress as nicely as she would if the situation called for it.
Standing in front of Lucy unsettled you.
Insecure thoughts filled your mind.
Because now that you were standing so close to her, you had to wonder what Harry saw in you.
Because Lucy was beautiful.
In a way that just fit so perfectly with him.
“Hello,” she said first.
“You’re Lucy,” you replied.
“Guilty.” She smiled. “And you’re the girlfriend.”
“That I am,” you answered with a smile of your own.
“I’m sorry for coming here,” she said softly. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
You stared at her and tried to sense if she was being honest. You couldn’t tell. She kept her smile. She remained eye contact.
This was a woman with confidence.
“Do you still—” You sighed quietly. “Do you still have feelings for Harry?”
She didn’t answer right away.
Just kept staring at you.
Still smiling.
Then, she blinked and shook her head immediately.
“No.”
“No?”
She laughed quietly.
It didn’t sit right with you.
Then, you continued.
“Then why show up here?”
She cleared her throat and her smile dropped just slightly. She shrugged a shoulder and answered, “Wanted to catch up with an old friend.”
Your jaw tightened. You never were a jealous person, but with Harry, it was different. He was different than any man you had ever been with.
“Okay,” you said.
“Okay?”
“He’s a grown man,” you reasoned. “And I don’t have time to play games like that,” you answered.
“You’re compatible,” she said, catching you off guard.
“I’m sorry, what?”
Then, Lucy looked at you from top to bottom—like she was analyzing you and it made you uncomfortable.
Her smile broadened. “You and Harry, you’re compatible. How much do you make a year?”
“Excuse me?”
She laughed quietly. “Sorry, I see how that comes across. I’m a matchmaker.”
“That’s a thing?” You asked, narrowing your eyes slightly.
“I’m the reason his brother’s married to Charlotte. They both used my services. I believe Harry did too.”
Your jaw tightened and more thoughts of insecurity filled your mind. Harry had been with women who were more of a match than you. He’d gone on dates with women that would fit into his circle, that would be comfortable at his extravagant family parties, that was used to this kind of life.
“So, what? You’re the in person Tinder? Match people together in hopes they get married?”
Lucy shrugged. “Sort of. The company is very elite. People have to have a lot of money to become a member.”
“And Harry? He was a member?”
She nodded. “I wasn’t working at the time, but my colleague mentioned it didn’t work out.”
“Right.”
“Can I tell you something? From one woman to another?”
Your eyes narrowed. “Depends what it is.”
“About Harry.”
You didn’t answer right away. You knew that you’d believe Harry over her, but still, it intrigued you—whatever she had to say.
“Sure,” you answered.
“He moves fast. Falls fast,” Lucy began. “And if he’s serious about you—which it seems like he is—then he’s already planning for your future. Marriage. Kids. Everything,” she continued. “And he’s obviously not getting any younger—”
“Thank you, Lucy,” you interrupted. You knew all of this already, had conversations with him about your future together. You weren’t sure why she was telling you all of these things.
“All I’m saying is… he’s never been in love before.”
“Until now,” you corrected.
Her smile faltered.
“Until now,” she repeated. “You must really have made an impression on him.”
“For the record, I don’t make a lot of money. I’m not rich—I’m not even in the same fucking tax bracket as he is and probably you too, but money isn’t the reason why I’m with him,” you said. “In fact, it’s one of the reasons why I’ve been so hesitant.”
“Hesitant? Why would his money make you hesitant? You’re lucky—”
“Money isn’t everything,” you interrupted.
“But it makes things easier,” she sighed. Lucy’s mind drifted to John momentarily, her thumb gently running over her ring finger.
“Sure, of course it does,” you said softly. “But at the end of the day, I’d rather be with someone who’s going to be there for me when shit gets bad, who’s going to choose me every single day… someone who won’t give up on me when things get hard.” Your mind drifted to Harry and a small smile lined your lips as you continued.
“And that is so much more valuable than money. Because finding someone to grow old with, someone to laugh with, someone to come home to? That shit is hard.” You took a step back, already yearning to be with Harry and Stevie. “Anyone can make money, Lucy, but finding someone to go through life together? That’s the real thing.”
Lucy couldn’t help but feel tears sting her eyes. She had come back to see if she could force herself into feeling things for Harry the way she felt about John. She had been blinded by the fact that John wasn’t ever going to make as much money as Harry, or even her for that matter. She wanted someone to take care of her in the way that Harry had—in that materialistic way.
“Harry’s lucky to have you,” Lucy finally said.
“Yeah?” You smiled.
Lucy nodded. “You’re real. There’s not a lot of that here.”
“Maybe you’re just hanging around the wrong kinds of people then,” you replied.
“Maybe,” she whispered. “Well, I better get going. I won’t be dropping here unannounced again. But I do want to say thank you.”
“Thank me? For what?”
Lucy smiled. “For reminding me why I chose my husband in the first place.”
“You’re married,” you said.
“I am,” she sighed. “Going through a rough patch and coming here… seeing Harry… it was a mistake.”
Then, you asked. “Did you love him?”
Lucy shook her head once. “Not in the way I love my husband—someone who I know will love me on my bad days, someone I can go through life with.”
You felt relief.
You smiled.
“Hold him close,” you advised. “And whatever you’re going through, remind yourself why you chose him—why you said yes to marry him. Relationships aren’t always going to be rainbows and sunshine, Lucy. It's in the dark moments where the relationship truly grows. But if you can get through that? Well, everything else will seem easy in comparison.”
Lucy nodded, reaching in her bag for her card. Then, she handed it to you. A small red card with her name and phone number on one side and the other to reveal Adore’s Matchmaking Services.
“If you ever need a change of scenery, we’d be happy to have you,” she said. “I’m trying to rebrand this company and I think having you on board would be great.”
“I’ll think about it,” you answered, looking down at the card. “It was nice meeting you, Lucy.”
“Likewise,” she smiled, walking away and towards the entrance of the lobby. You looked over your shoulder at her, biting the inside of your cheek as you glanced back down at the business card in hand.
Adore’s Matchmaking Services
You shook your head and pocketed the card, walking to the elevators to meet with Harry and Stevie.
When the elevator doors opened and you walked into Harry’s penthouse, you immediately heard laughter coming from both Harry and Stevie. You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you opened the front door, but seeing Stevie chase Harry down the hall as he ran away from her warmed your heart.
“I’m gonna get you!” Stevie giggled, arms outreached as Harry ran towards the living room.
You shut the door behind you and locked it, taking your shoes off as you followed them both. Harry turned around and opened his arms, catching Stevie when she jumped into them. They both fell back on the sofa, giggling echoing throughout his entire home.
“You got me,” he chuckled, holding her tightly. “I think you were peeking.”
“I was not!” Stevie giggled, shaking her head. “You just don’t know how to hide!”
“I do too!”
Stevie collapsed into him and erupted into a fit of laughter. “Silly Harry.”
“Silly Stevie,” he repeated with a grin.
Then, he looked up when he heard your quiet footsteps. Harry’s eyes softened as he stood up with Stevie in his arms.
“Mama!”
You walked towards them, head resting against Harry’s arm as you reached up to cup Stevie’s cheek. “Playing hide and seek without me?”
Stevie nodded. “Harry isn’t so good at hiding.”
Harry pouted, gently poking her side as the little girl giggled. “I think she was peeking,” he teased.
“Or maybe I’m just really good at the game,” she grinned.
“That might be it,” Harry chuckled. He looked over at you and kissed your cheek, using one arm to wrap around your waist. “You okay?”
“Never better,” you answered.
“Mama, look at how big this place is. It’s crazy!”
“Feels lonely when it’s just me,” Harry smiled. “But it feels so much better having you both here.”
“We should come by everyday!” Stevie suggested. “Right, mama?”
“I don’t know, baby…”
“Well, what about sleepovers then?”
Harry smiled. “Well, if we have sleepovers, I think you’ll have to have your own room right?”
You bit your lower lip and then looked at Harry.
“As long as that’s okay,” he added.
Stevie looked at you. Hope filled her eyes.
“That’s okay with me,” you answered. “If that’s okay with Stevie.”
“Um… yes!”
“Great,” Harry smiled. “You’ll have to help me decorate your room then.”
She grinned, her head nodding rapidly as excitement filled her. “Can I have a desk?”
“Of course,” he smiled.
“And a nightlight?”
“Anything you want, sweetheart.”
Stevie smiled.
You couldn’t take your eyes off Harry. You thought back to your conversation with Lucy.
You wanted someone who was going to be there for you when shit got bad—because it would, life happens.
You wanted someone who was going to choose you and Stevie every day.
You wanted someone who was going to show up for you…
Someone who wouldn’t give up on you when things got hard.
You wanted someone to go through this life with.
And you wanted Harry.
Stevie squirmed out of Harry’s grasp to walk towards the couch again, climbing onto it and grabbing the remote to turn the television on. Harry smiled and then looked down at you, his free hand coming up to rest on your cheek.
“Talk about it later?” He asked.
You nodded. “We’ll talk about it later. Maybe once she goes down for an actual nap,” you laughed quietly.
“And her having her own room here? You sure that’s okay?”
You smiled and leaned in to pec his lips lightly. “I want to build something beautiful with you, Harry,” you confessed. “I’m done being scared.”
Harry’s smile grew.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you whispered.
After finishing one movie in the living room, Stevie was fast asleep on the couch between both you and Harry. He had his arm draped over the back of the couch, hand gently massaging your shoulder. He looked over at you and smiled, tilting his head.
“You think she’s comfortable?” He whispered.
You smiled, leaning against his touch. “Oh, I’d say she’s very comfortable.”
“Let me grab her a pillow and blanket,” he suggested, gently lifting her head from his lap as he stood up from the couch. “I’ll be back, baby.”
After a few minutes, Harry came back with a large pillow and a dark blanket. He leaned down to kiss your forehead before setting the pillow on the couch and gently lifting Stevie’s head to rest atop of it. He draped the blanket over her and watched her snuggle into it immediately, a small smile lining his lips.
“Can we talk?” He whispered, his hand reaching out for your own.
You nodded and slid your hand into his, standing up from the couch carefully as another movie played in the background. You followed Harry into the kitchen and away from the living room, sitting at one of the bar stools at his kitchen counter.
“Hey,” he said, resting both of his hands at either side of you on the counter. He was caging you in and he leaned down, gently brushing his nose against yours.
“Hey,” you smiled, arms coming up to wrap loosely around his neck.
“So… Your talk with Lucy? How’d that go?”
“Well, she offered me a job.”
“What?” He asked, brows furrowing. “At Adore?”
You nodded.
“What did you say?”
“Told her I’d think about it.”
“And will you?”
You shrugged, gently playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “I don’t know. A matchmaking service? Didn’t even know those existed, at least in person.”
“It’s not for everyone,” he commented.
“Not for you?” You asked, biting your lower lip. “She told me you tried it out for a bit.”
Harry nodded, standing upright. “I did.”
“And how’d it go?”
“Well, I’m with you,” he chuckled. “So it didn't go well.”
“She said she’s trying to rebrand the company,” you whispered. “Said that I’d bring something different.”
“I think you’d be great at it,” he said honestly. “But I don’t think it’s something you should consider.”
“Why not?”
Harry sighed, moving to sit down next to you as he gently pulled your barstool closer to him. His legs were spread apart, keeping you seated between them as he looked at you. “Because the people who sign up for that service are looking for things that are unrealistic.”
“Were you looking for things that were unrealistic?”
“No,” he shook his head. “But the women I went on dates with, yeah.” Harry reached up and gently cupped your cheek, head tilting. “If you’re really considering it though, baby, I’ll support it. I just want you to be happy.”
“Well,” you said softly, leaning in closer. “I don’t think I’d like working for a woman you were about to propose to anyway.”
He rolled his eyes playfully and leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours. “Good,” Harry whispered. “Because she’s in my past… same with Adore. I’m looking ahead now.”
“Oh yeah?” You smiled, carding your fingers through his hair. “And what do you see?”
“You,” Harry whispered, lightly pecking your lips. “Me,” he continued, moving his lips to your jawline. “And Stevie,” he finished, lips moving to brush against your ear.
“You don’t have any more ex-girlfriends that are going to just show up, do you?” You teased, letting out a quiet giggle when you felt him gently bite down on the side of your neck.
“No, baby,” he answered. “And if they do, you’re all I care about,” Harry reassured. “You and Stevie.”
“You’re really sure about me,” you smiled.
Harry pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, nodding instantly. “Yeah, baby,” he answered. “More than you know.”
You leaned in and pecked his lips, lingering for a moment when you pulled away. “Got about an hour before Stevie wakes up, I think.”
Harry arched his brow, pulled back to look at you from top to bottom. He licked his lower lip and nodded, standing up from the barstool. “Got something in mind?”
“Maybe,” you smiled.
He moved his hands to your hips, gripping it tightly as he gently tugged you towards the edge of the barstool. Harry spread your legs apart and stepped between them, pressing himself against you. “Think you can stay quiet for me?”
You cleared your throat and nodded, staring up at him as your hands moved to rest on his chest. “I’ll try.”
“And if you’re unable to?”
“Then, I guess you’ll just have to cover my mouth,” you smirked, biting your lower lip.
Harry growled. He felt his manhood twitch inside of his jeans, slowly becoming harder beneath the fabric. He kept his eyes focused on yours, rolling his hips into your own as his hands moved underneath your shirt. “God, you get me all riled up so easily,” he whispered.
You let out a strained whimper, staring up at him. “Time’s ticking, Harry.”
“You sure we have an hour?”
“About, yeah,” you laughed quietly.
“Well, I guess we better get a move on then, huh?” He grinned, pulling away and gently tugging you to your feet.
When it was time for both you and Stevie to go home, Harry first wanted to show Stevie the room he wanted to redecorate just for her. He opened the door and turned the light on—currently, it was serving as a guest bedroom with minimal decorations, but he knew it’d be perfect for Stevie.
“This room is so big!” Stevie said, stepping inside of it as she looked around with wide eyes. “And this will be for me?”
Harry nodded, one arm draped around your shoulders as you both stood at the doorway. “Yeah, if you want.”
She nodded, looking back at the both of you. Her eyes moved to you for a moment and you smiled, pulling away from Harry so that you could walk towards her. You kneeled down in front of her, taking her small hands into your own.
“If this is too much, baby, you let me know, okay?”
Stevie bit her lower lip and then looked over your shoulder at Harry. He was staring at her with soft eyes and his hands on his hips.
“And if it’s too much, Stevie, I promise I won’t be mad,” he reassured her.
“I love it,” Stevie finally said.
You smiled.
Harry grinned. He stepped into the room and walked towards the both of you, kneeling down in front of her as well.
“And it’ll be right across me and your mom’s room too,” he said softly. “Maybe this weekend, after our breakfast on Saturday, we can go to the store and get you some things so we can start decorating?”
You leaned against him and felt Stevie release your hands only to wrap her arms around Harry. She buried her face against the side of his neck and nodded. “And I’ll have a bedtime here too?”
You laughed quietly and Harry chuckled.
“Baby, you’ll have a bedtime no matter where we are. Do you not have a bedtime when you’re with grandma and grandpa?”
Her head lifted off Harry’s shoulder and her eyes widened slightly. “Umm…”
“Well, that’s good to know,” you shook your head, a small smile lining your lips.
“But I don’t stay up too late! I promise,” she reasoned.
“Uh huh,” you said softly, eyes narrowing teasingly.
Harry smiled and then gently pulled back from Stevie to look into her eyes. “You happy, honey?”
“The happiest,” she answered. “Are you happy, Harry?”
He looked at her and then looked at you. “I’m very happy, Stevie.”
“And mama? Are you happy too?”
You nodded, reaching up to cup her cheek. “Yeah, baby. I’m really happy.”
“Good,” she said, one arm reaching out to wrap around your neck too. She pulled the both of you closer and the side of your head rested against Harry’s. “I love you both,” she sighed contentedly.
Harry felt his heart race faster as his arm tightened around her and the other moved to wrap around your waist.
You gently kissed her cheek, whispering into her ear. “My sweet girl.”
She smiled and then pulled away from the both of you, her tiny hands now resting on her hips. “I can’t wait to make this my room.” Stevie said, looking around the room as she imagined what it’d look like and what type of decorations she would have.
“I can’t wait too. It’ll be fun. Getting to decorate together,” Harry said, standing up and gently taking your hand to help you up as well.
You laced your fingers with his own and then reached out for Stevie. “In the meantime, we gotta head home, baby.”
She nodded and then took your hand in her own. “Thank you for playing hooky with me,” she said, looking up at you and at Harry.
“Had a good day?” He asked with a smile.
“The best day,” she grinned.
Back at your apartment, both you and Harry tucked Stevie into bed. She was already getting sleepy during the car ride, so once she was in her bed, her eyes had already fallen shut.
“Good night, Stevie girl,” Harry whispered, kissing the crown of her head.
“Night night, Harry,” she mumbled sleepily. “See you soon, okay?”
“Of course, honey. Sweet dreams.”
You kissed her cheek and whispered, “I love you, baby.”
“Love you, mama,” she said quietly. “Thank you for today.”
You stood up and followed Harry out of her bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind you. Harry led you into your bedroom across the hall, gently shutting the door as he turned the lights on. He sat down on the edge of your mattress and pulled you to him, his arms snaking around your frame.
“Hard for me to leave,” he whispered, staring up at you as he rested his chin on your abdomen.
You smiled, running your fingers through his hair as you looked down at him. “Gonna miss you.”
“It’s been a great weekend,” Harry said softly. “And a great day.”
“I think I’ll have a hard time falling asleep,” you confessed.
“Guess you’ll just have to move in pretty soon then, huh?” He teased.
You bit your lower lip. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Harry smiled.
“Maybe,” you repeated.
“Tease,” he chuckled. “You have a key to my place,” Harry said softly. “So, whenever you want to come over…”
“I know,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I’d give you a key to mine, but I don’t think we’ll be staying here for too long anyway.”
His eyes lit up. “I like the sound of that,” Harry smiled. “The sooner you’re both with me, the better.”
“Good night, Harry,” you whispered.
He stood up, arms wrapping around your frame as he gently pecked your lips. “Good night, baby.”
“See you soon?”
Harry nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? I have work.”
He smiled. “Then I’ll be there for lunch.”
“Are you sure? You might be busy and—”
“I’ll be there,” he interrupted softly.
“Okay, baby,” you smiled. “Let me walk you to the door.”
You opened your bedroom door and led him down the hall to your front door. Harry kept a tight hold on your hand and opened the door slowly, stepping out with you. He turned and looked down at you, lightly pecking your lips.
“I love you,” he whispered. “Good night, baby.”
You grinned. You knew that you’d never get tired of hearing him say those words.
summary: stevie tells you what's bothering her. harry confesses. and you finally let go and allow life to lead you where you're supposed to go.
pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader
characters: harry castillo and fem!reader, stevie
content warning(s): slight angst, conversations about being a single parent, stevie asking about her biological dad, stevie's mature for her age (she's 5), talks of the future, no use of y/n.
word count: 4.3k
a/n: ok, i loved writing stevie's POV here and enjoyed exploring her side of things, especially after what she said in the last chapter. we're really moving fast here now guys and it's only a matter of time before we get to their bigger milestones. in the meantime... enjoy and stay tuned for what happens next <333
part 12. - part 14. | series masterlist.
You couldn’t sleep that night. Even with Harry sleeping next to you, you couldn’t sleep. Stevie’s words repeated in your mind.
I wish you were my dad.
It shouldn’t have affected you as much as it did, but it just showed you just how mature Stevie was becoming—how much more observant she was.
And you knew that this would eventually come up anyway, especially now that she was in school and seeing her friends have both parents. You thought maybe it wouldn’t affect her yet, that maybe she’d still be your little girl who only cared about what she had—you, your parents, your friends at work.
But meeting Harry had changed everything.
“You’re not sleeping,” Harry whispered, arms tightening around you.
“Neither are you.”
“That’s because I can practically hear you thinking,” he teased.
You sighed and then sat up, turning on the light at your nightstand. “I keep thinking about what she said.”
Harry bit his lower lip and sat up with you, pulling you into his arms as you both leaned back against the headboard of your bed frame. “Wanna talk about it?”
You looked up at him. “I don’t know.”
He nodded, kissed your temple and just held you. “Okay,” he whispered. “Whatever you need, I’m right here.”
You leaned against him as you stared straight ahead. Hearing Stevie say those words to Harry terrified you.
Mainly because you realized that Stevie was just as invested as you are.
And the possibility of this not working out with Harry would not only break your heart, but it’d break Stevie’s too.
“She wishes you were her dad,” you finally said quietly.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Can I be honest with you?”
You looked up at him.
“It made me feel… all warm inside,” Harry confessed. “Made me feel happy.”
Your brows furrowed. “We’ve only been together for over a month, Harry.”
He shrugged. “I know that.”
“What if this doesn’t work out?” You whispered hesitantly. “I’m not saying it won’t, but what if?”
“I don’t know,” he answered. “But what I do know is that it’d break my fucking heart if it doesn’t.”
You sighed. “It’d break mine too,” you whispered. “I just—what if we aren’t as lucky as my parents, or your parents? What if we don’t ever get that type of love story like they did?”
Harry bit his lower lip. He had been thinking of that possibility before even meeting you. He had come to terms with the fact that he might not have a great love story like his parents, but then he met you.
And everything changed.
“But what if we do have a love story like they did?” Harry asked, gently taking your hands in his. “What if this does work out?”
You nodded slowly and looked down at your hands, feeling his thumbs brush against your own. “She wishes you were her dad,” you whispered again.
“Does that bother you?” Harry asked hesitantly. “Because it doesn’t bother me, baby.”
“No,” you answered. “It doesn’t bother me, but I just—” you sighed quietly and looked up at him. “She’s probably been thinking about this since starting school and I could’ve—I could’ve had conversations about it with her. I could’ve—”
“Hey hey,” Harry said quietly, gently pulling you into his arms when he noticed the tears pooling in your eyes. “You’re doing all that you can do, baby.”
“Meeting you, getting into a relationship with you…” you mumbled, burying your face against his chest. “She probably thinks that this is it. We’re going to be together forever and we’ll be this big happy family, but it’s still so early and we’re still so new,” you rambled, feeling Harry slowly pull back to look down at you.
“You’re overthinking,” he whispered, hand coming up to rest on your cheek. “But if she is thinking that, then I think she’d be right.”
“What?”
“I think we are going to be together forever and I think we will be a big happy family,” he said confidently.
“Harry…”
“What? That not what you want?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying.”
“So, you agree?” The corner of his lips curled upwards.
“The last time I put my all in a relationship, it backfired,” you confessed.
“Me too,” he said.
You sighed.
He pulled you closer.
“What do you want to do?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” you answered.
“Do you want me to leave?”
You shook your head and wrapped your arms around him, slowly climbing onto his lap. “No.”
“Okay,” he nodded, arms coming to wrap loosely around your waist as he leaned back against your headboard with you on your lap.
“Will you be honest with me?” You asked, biting your lower lip. “About anything—about everything. If you’re uncomfortable or if something’s bothering you, I just—I want to know. Especially if it has to do with us, or with Stevie.”
Harry sighed and leaned in to rest his forehead against yours. He shut his eyes for a moment and tightened his arms around your waist. “I’m always going to be honest with you,” he whispered. “But nothing about you or Stevie will ever make me uncomfortable.”
“I get that, but I just want us to be honest with each other. I don’t—I don’t want the kind of relationship that I had with Dylan.”
“Stevie’s dad?”
You nodded.
“Okay, baby,” Harry said. “But I want you to know that I don’t have time to play games, nor do I want to. I’m too old for that. I want a life partner,” he whispered. “And I want that with you, baby.”
“If we’re moving too fast, I need you to let me know—”
“Why waste time?” He interrupted softly. Harry thought back to his conversation with your parents as he pulled back to look at you. “I know it’s only been a little over a month, but I think I love you.”
Your lips parted as tears filled your eyes again. “Harry…”
One of his hands came up to your cheek. His thumb brushed lightly along your skin and moved down to your jawline as his eyes stared deeply into yours.
“I don’t want to waste time,” he confessed. “I’ve done a lot of that already in my life. You and Stevie, baby—you’re both the only sure thing in my life. I look at you both and I see so many wonderful moments together,” he smiled. “Dropping her off at school, celebrating holidays together…”
“What else?” You asked, arms tightening around him as you pulled him closer until both your chests were firmly against one another.
Harry’s smile grew.
“I see you both moving in, whether that’s at my penthouse or somewhere else,” he continued. “I see you walking down that aisle, baby, and Stevie’s our flower girl and she loves it,” he bit his lower lip and then moved his hand from your cheek down to your stomach. “I see you pregnant and carrying our baby,” he confessed. “I want to spend every moment of my life with you and Stevie.”
You nodded slowly, taking his hand from your belly and bringing it to your lips. Gently, you lightly pressed your lips to his knuckles as you stared at him. “You love me?”
He chuckled quietly and tightened the arm around your waist, slowly rolling you into your back as he settled himself above you. “Yeah, baby. I think I do.”
“Don’t break my heart,” you whispered, releasing his hand to cup his cheeks. “Okay?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said quietly. “But don’t break mine either, and we got a deal.”
“I would never,” you confessed.
“Good.”
“And Harry?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I think I love you too.”
His brows slowly shot upwards.
Harry’s lips parted.
“Y—you love me too?”
You nodded slowly, thumbs brushing along his jawline. “Yeah.”
“Dream come true,” Harry whispered.
You smiled and then leaned up to peck his lips. “Thank you for letting me talk to you about this, about all of it.”
“Communication’s important to me,” Harry admitted. “I want you to be able to tell me anything.”
You nodded. “I want that too.”
“So, when are you gonna move in?” Harry teased.
“Let me talk with Stevie first and then go from there?”
He nodded and then pecked your lips. “I want you both comfortable,” he whispered. “You know where I stand now, so we move at a pace that works for you and for Stevie.”
That following morning, you were woken up by Stevie climbing into bed with both you and Harry. She nuzzled herself between the both of you, a small contented smile on her lips at the sound of Harry’s quiet snores.
You turned on your side, arm draping over your little girl as you pulled her to you gently.
“You’re awake early,” you whispered.
Stevie nodded and wrapped her arms around you. “Harry did sleep over.”
“He did,” you stroked her hair away from her face and kissed the tip of her nose. “Hey, baby?”
“Yeah, mama?”
“Do you remember what you said last night?”
Stevie furrowed a brow and then nodded, burying her face against the crook of your neck. “Yes.”
“Did you mean it?”
She nodded.
“Have you been thinking a lot about this, baby? Even before Harry?”
Stevie nodded again.
You sighed as then held her firmly against your chest, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “How about we play hooky today?”
She gasped and pulled back to look down at you. “Really?”
You smiled. “If you want to.”
“You don’t have to work?”
“We’ll both play hooky.”
Stevie nodded and then looked over her shoulder at Harry who was still snoring, lying on his back with his arm draped over his eyes. “Okay, mama.”
“But we have to talk about last night, okay?”
She sighed quietly. “Okay.”
“I love you, baby,” you said quietly. “How about you go and get ready for the day? I’ll get up soon and make breakfast.”
Stevie nodded and then pulled away from you to turn around. She looked up at Harry and then wrapped her tiny arms around his arm, nuzzling her face into him. With a quiet sigh, she kissed his cheek before she scrambled away from the bed.
You watched her walk out of your room and into her bathroom, sighing quietly to yourself. Glancing at Harry, you gently shook him awake—conversations from last night still lingering in your mind.
Harry confessed how he really felt about you.
You told him how you really felt about him too.
This just all seemed too good to be true, but you didn’t want to overthink anymore. You didn’t want to sabotage something that could end up changing your entire life just because you were scared.
When you saw Harry slowly wake up, a quiet groan leaving his lips, you smiled to yourself and gently moved closer to him. A hand moved to rest on his chest as his eyes began to flutter open.
“Morning,” he whispered. “What time is it?”
“Pretty early.”
“Gotta get Stevie ready for school?” Harry asked, moving his arm to wrap around you.
You shook your head, but couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach. You leaned up and kissed his cheek abruptly, causing him to smile immediately.
“What?” He asked.
“Stevie and I are playing hooky today,” you answered.
His brows shot up. “Can I join?”
“Don’t you have a lot of work?”
Harry shrugged. “I make my own hours, baby. Besides, I think my mom wouldn’t mind me spending more time with you and Stevie.”
“Well, in that case…” you whispered, propping yourself up on your forearm as you looked down at him. “How about you come and help me make breakfast?”
He grinned. “Pancakes?”
“Oh, Stevie will love that.” You laughed quietly. “And some eggs and bacon.”
“Of course, we can’t forget that,” he teased, gently pulling you back down so that he could wrap his arms around you. “Really love waking up next to you,” he whispered.
“Me too,” you smiled, burying your face against the side of his neck. “We should get up. Stevie’s gonna be running back in here any second.”
Harry smiled to himself, arms tightening around your frame as he began placing light kisses along the side of your neck and along your jawline. You started giggling quietly, the feel of his facial hair beginning to tickle you.
“God, I love that sound,” he chuckled, pulling away from you before you got too loud.
“Thought you loved the sound of something else,” you whispered quietly.
“Oh, definitely that too,” Harry smirked. “But I love hearing you laugh.”
You smiled, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you looked up at him. “Okay, we really gotta get up.”
“Okay, baby,” Harry chuckled, releasing his hold on you as he stood up from your bed and gently tugged on your hand to pull you up with him. When you stood up and collided into his chest, Harry’s free hand moved to rest on your hip as he looked down at you. “Too early to tell you what I told you last night?”
“What did you tell me last night?” You asked teasingly, biting your lower lip.
“I love you.”
You let out a shaky breath, arms loosely wrapping around his neck. “You’re making my heart beat really fast.”
“Yeah?” He smiled.
“Yeah.”
“Nervous?”
You shook your head.
“Happy,” you answered.
Harry’s hand came up to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear. He leaned in, rested his forehead against yours and lightly pecked your lips. “Good.”
Suddenly, you both heard the quiet pitter patter of Stevie’s feet against the hardwood floor. Slowly, you turned to see her standing at the doorway with her hands resting on her hips, grinning up at the both of you.
“Breakfast time!”
You let go of Harry and nodded, turning to face your little girl. “That’s right, breakfast time.”
“Pancakes?” Harry asked, following you out of your room and scooping Stevie into his arms.
“And eggs and bacon!” She giggled, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck loosely. “Are you staying, Harry?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned. “If that’s okay with you.”
“Yes!” She said excitedly, looking up at him as he followed you to the kitchen. “Will you play hooky too?”
“If you want me to,” he smiled.
“Yes, please,” she nodded. “Maybe we can watch more movies?”
“I think that’s a good plan,” Harry smiled. “So, you wanna help me make some pancakes, honey?”
Stevie nodded excitedly. “Can I stir?”
You smiled to yourself, gathering the ingredients to make pancakes and setting it on the counter. You listened to them speak amongst one another and felt your heart race even faster. It was a glimpse into a future that you wanted for yourself—for Stevie.
Harry left only after breakfast and after helping you and Stevie clean up, promising your little girl that he was going to be back once he had taken a shower and brushed his teeth (that made her giggle).
Now that you and Stevie were alone, you pulled her into your arms as you leaned back against the couch. She was playing with your hair nervously and you knew where her mind had drifted, so you gently took her hands and kissed the back of it.
“You know you can tell me anything, right, Stevie?”
She nodded, but she still didn’t make eye contact with you. Instead, her gaze was focused on your hands and her lower lip was pulled between her teeth.
Stevie felt tears sting her eyes, so she brought up one hand to wipe it away. She couldn’t look at you—for some reason, she felt embarrassed. She didn’t want you to think that you weren’t enough for her because that wasn’t the case at all, but seeing other kids at school with other parents while she only had you started to make her curious.
“Baby,” you whispered, biting your lower lip. You brought one of your hands up to stroke her hair away from her face, head tilting to the side. “I just want to understand what you’re thinking. You’re not in trouble, okay?”
“I don’t want to make you sad,” she finally said.
“Sad?” You asked quietly. “Stevie, baby, you can never make me sad.”
She looked up at you with her mouth formed in a pout, lower lip jutting out slightly. “You don’t talk about him,” she whispered. “And I didn’t want to ask because what if it makes you sad?”
“Oh, baby,” you sighed, cupping her cheek. “I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I’m sorry that I made you feel like you can’t talk to me about it, about him.”
“C—Can you tell me about him?”
You bit your lower lip. You knew that you had to tread lightly, but you also didn’t want to lie to her either. “Yeah, baby. What do you want to know?”
“Did he love you?” Stevie whispered, eyes now moving back to her hands. “Did he love me?”
Tears pooled around your eyes as you pulled her closer. “Stevie…”
She looked up and slowly, the tears began to trickle down her cheeks. “No lying, remember?”
“He was scared, baby,” you said quietly. “He knew how important it was to be a parent and he thought—he was afraid that he wouldn’t be good at it.”
She nodded slowly, trying to hold back her tears but they just kept falling. She wiped them away with the back of her hand, keeping eyes downwards.
“But he was funny,” you smiled. “And he loved dancing.”
“Like me?” Stevie asked.
You nodded. “Like you, baby.”
“Does it make you sad?”
You shook your head immediately, hooked a finger under her chin so that she was looking at you. “Not one bit.”
“W—Why?”
“Because I have you,” you answered instantly. “And I love our life together. I love our pizza nights. I love our daily walks through Central Park and dancing with you whenever we hear music,” you smiled, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I love you, Stevie, and just because your dad isn’t here doesn’t mean that you’re any less loved.”
“Like what Harry said,” she whispered.
“Exactly like what Harry said last night,” you nodded.
“Does it make you sad that I said I wished he was my dad?” Stevie asked.
You shook your head. “It just made me sad because I didn’t think you were thinking of any of that. I just—I want you happy, Stevie.”
“I am happy.”
“But you feel like you’re missing something.”
She nodded. “I just see all my other friends and their daddies and I don’t—I don’t have one.”
“You know,” you said softly. “Families will look different for everyone, baby.”
“What do you mean?”
“Some families will have two mommies, some will have two daddies,” you explained. “And some families will only have one mommy or one daddy, but that doesn’t make the family any less whole.”
Stevie nodded, biting her lower lip as she moved her arms around your neck. “But I do mean it. I do wish Harry was my dad.”
“I know, baby,” you whispered.
“Do you think that scared him?”
You shook your head. “I think that made him really happy,” you answered.
“Really?”
“Yeah, baby,” you smiled.
Stevie nodded and then kissed your cheek, sighing quietly as she rested her head against your shoulder. “Thank you for talking with me, mama.”
“I just want you to be able to tell me anything that’s on your mind, okay?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“I love you,” you said, holding her tightly and kissing her cheek. “You ready for a day of fun?”
“I love you too, mama.” She smiled and looked up at you. “And of course I’m ready.”
It was about an hour later by the time Harry came back to your apartment. Though, this time, he was holding a small bouquet of flowers for Stevie. When she opened the door and looked up at him, she was grinning.
“Harry!”
“Hi, honey,” he smiled, only stepping into your apartment once Stevie opened the door further for him.
“Those are pretty,” she said.
“Oh good,” Harry said softly, kneeling down in front of her once she closed the door. “Because they’re for you.”
“For me?”
“All for you, honey.”
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as her eyes had fallen shut. Harry used his free arm to hold her close to him, gently rubbing her back.
“That mean you like it?”
“I love it,” she answered, pulling away to look at him. “Mama’s still getting ready. Can you help me put these in my room?”
“How about we put it in some water first and then we put it in your room?” Harry asked.
“Ooh, you’re smart.” Stevie giggled, taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen. She grabbed her stool and reached for a glass, filling it with sink water and then setting it on the counter.
Harry chuckled to himself and then unwrapped the flowers, placing it into the glass of water that she had gotten for him and gently fluffed the flowers out to make it look more fuller.
“Beautiful,” he grinned.
“So colorful!” Stevie climbed off the stool and then ran down the hall to lead Harry into her room. He followed her closely and then stepped into her room, glancing over his shoulder to see you walk across your own bedroom from your closet to the bathroom.
“Okay, Stevie, where should we put these?”
“On my nightstand, please,” Stevie answered. “That way, when I go to sleep, it’s right next to me.”
Harry smiled to himself and then kneeled down to carefully place the flowers on her nightstand. She looked over at him and grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck suddenly.
“Thank you, Harry.”
“Of course, honey,” he whispered. “You feeling better?”
She nodded.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, anything,” Harry answered.
“When I said I wished you were my dad last night,” she whispered, pulling away from him to look down at her feet. “Did that make you happy?”
Harry looked up at her. He smiled and then gently took her tiny hands in his. “It did,” he answered honestly.
“I did mean it, you know,” she said.
“I know you did, Stevie, and you know what, that’s okay,” he reassured. “What you’re feeling, the questions you have… I hope you know that it’s okay.”
“What if I get sad thinking about it?” Stevie asked.
Harry bit his lower lip. “I think it’s okay to be sad sometimes,” he answered. “But you know, your mama loves you so much.”
She nodded. “Do you—Do you think one day you could love my mama too?” Then, she quickly looked up at him before moving her gaze back down to her feet. “Do you think you could love me too?”
“Oh, Stevie,” Harry whispered. “I think that day might come sooner than you think,” he confessed.
“Really?”
He nodded, gently touching her cheek so that she could look at him. His deep brown eyes softened as he tilted his head to look at her. “I think it’s hard not to love you or your momma, honey.”
Stevie smiled, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks as she collided into his chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she hugged him tightly to her. Stevie knew that she was loved by you and by her grandparents, but there was something about the possibility of knowing that someone else could love her that made her emotional.
It wasn’t that she wanted her biological dad.
Stevie just wanted to know that she could be loved by someone else other than you or her grandparents.
“Thank you for coming into our lives, Harry,” she whispered, voice shaky.
“I should be thanking you and your mom.” he said quietly, gently rubbing her back. “Because you both have changed my life.”
Stevie pulled back to look at him.
You were standing at the doorway, arms crossed over your chest as you watched them with loving eyes.
“Really?” Stevie asked.
Harry’s gaze flickered over to you briefly before he focused his attention back on Stevie. “Really,” he smiled. “I mean, no one else can give me Stevie cuddles.”
She giggled, burying her face back against the crook of his neck as her arms tightened around him.
Harry held her tight.
He looked up at you and smiled.
Then, he mouthed silently.
I love you.
After lunch and walking through New York, Stevie had fallen asleep in Harry’s arms in the car. You looked over at him and smiled, reaching for his free hand to lace his fingers with yours.
“Thank you for a great morning,” you said softly.
“Anytime, baby.”
“You sure you don’t have to work?”
Harry shook his head. “You and Stevie are my priority,” he answered. “Work can wait.”
“Well, she’s going to be knocked out for at least a couple of hours.”
“Should we go back to your place?”
You bit your lower lip and shrugged. “We’re closer to yours, right?”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, we can spend the rest of the day at my place. I can drop you both off later tonight.”
“She’s going to freak out,” you laughed quietly. “When she sees your penthouse, Stevie’s going to be shocked.”
“I was thinking,” Harry smiled. “Maybe you both could leave a few things at my place and I can leave a few things at yours?”
“Oh?” You asked, looking up at him as Stevie curled further against his arms. “Thinking we’re going to do more sleepovers?”
Harry nodded, chuckling quietly. “I’m counting on it.”
You smiled and rested your head on his cheek as his driver began making his way to Harry’s penthouse instead. You felt Harry lean down to kiss the crown of your head as you squeezed his hand.
summary: harry meets your parents after an amazing weekend with you.
pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader
characters: harry castillo and fem!reader, stevie and reader's parents (mom = maria, dad = jay)
content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv, creampie, oral (m receiving), doggystyle, spanking, dirty talk, light choking, harry calls you his good girl, reader/harry insecurities, talks of the future / past relationships, they in love y'all, stevie insecurities, mentions of having a single parent, no use of y/n.
word count: 9.3k
a/n: WOOO - two updates in one week?! lol and this is 9k words??? not only is it filled with smut, but there's an equal amount of fluff and angst between the three characters (reader, harry, and stevie). we're moving fast, but honestly, when you know, you just know right??? anyway, i'm gonna stop yapping now. all of your ideas and messages have made me smile and i truly try to implement some of the ideas into the story <33 hope y'all enjoy!
part 11. - part 13. | series masterlist.
The following morning, you were in the kitchen with Harry, cooking breakfast together. Music was playing in the background as you stood side by side with him—you cooking the eggs, him cooking the pancakes. He was barefoot, dressed in only a t-shirt and boxer briefs while you had only one of his shirts on.
The last two nights with him had been amazing.
The sex—it wasn’t like anything you ever felt before and neither of you could get enough of each other. You were sure that you both had little love bites scattered along each other’s bodies, serving as a reminder of the last forty-eight hours.
But it wasn’t only the sex that made this weekend memorable.
It was the small moments you had with him.
The conversations you shared.
The quiet laughter and looks of longing you exchanged.
You knew it was going to be hard to leave him tonight, to go back to your apartment without having him near you. It surprised you at how easy it was to fall asleep next to him and how excited you were to wake up in his arms.
You didn’t think that you’d get into a serious relationship after Stevie’s dad. You had decided when he left you while pregnant that you didn’t want to rely on anyone else, that you just wanted it to be you and Stevie.
But Harry—he changed it all.
He gave you hope for a future that you longed for, a future that you have always wanted to give Stevie.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Harry asked, arm wrapping around you from behind once he finished flipping the pancakes.
You leaned back against him and turned off the stovetop. “Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“This, you,” you whispered, moving one arm over his and lacing your fingers with his own against your belly. “Thinking that it’s going to be hard falling asleep tonight.”
Harry smiled, turned his head to kiss the side of your neck lightly. “I was just thinking that too. This place is going to feel a bit more lonely, empty without you here."
“I’m sure you can entertain yourself,” you teased, leaning back against him and resting your head on his shoulder to expose more of your neck.
“Won’t be the same,” he whispered, continuing to line more soft and light kisses along your neck. “Everywhere I look, all I’ll think about is you.”
Slowly, you turned in his arms and looked up at him. You just stared, lips curling upwards as you took in every inch of his face. You reached up, let your finger run down the bridge of his nose and across his cheek down to his jaw. Harry tilted his head and moved both hands to your hips.
“What?” He whispered.
“You’re just,” you answered quietly. “So handsome.”
He bit his lower lip. Harry felt his cheeks heat up. “What?”
“You’re so handsome,” you repeated.
He smiled and leaned his forehead against yours. “Keep complimenting me and see where it gets you, baby.”
“Hopefully with me on top of you,” you teased.
Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Hmm,” he growled lowly, reaching around to squeeze your bare ass into his palm. “Let’s eat breakfast first before you start talking like that.”
You rolled your eyes and let out a playful laugh. “Says the one who talks so dirty when we’re having sex.”
“You saying you don’t like it?” Harry asked, biting his lower lip. “Because if you’re asking me, I think you really fucking like it. You just get… wetter and you get tighter too.”
You gasped quietly. “I do like it,” you answered.
“Good,” he said, lightly pecking your lips. “I knew you did.”
Gently, you pushed against his chest and watched him stumble back with a quiet chuckle and a proud smirk on his lips. “Whatever,” you said with a smile, taking the plates of food. “Come on, let’s go eat.”
After breakfast, both you and Harry had walked back into his bedroom. Neither of you bothered to clean up, especially not when his hand started to run along your upper thigh.
Harry had his arms wrapped around you from behind, lining kisses along the side of your neck as he felt you roll your hips back into him. He was already painfully hard—towards the end of breakfast, he started imagining you on all fours, ready and waiting for him.
“On borrowed time now,” you whispered, one hand moving up to rest on the back of his neck as he continued to pepper kisses along your skin. “And we have dinner with my parents tonight.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I can’t wait.”
Harry moved one hand underneath the shirt you were wearing and brought it up to your breast, beginning to massage it into the pit of his palm. He pushed his hips into your own from behind and heard a quiet whimper leave your lips.
When you reached his bed, Harry used his free hand to gently bend you over. You bit your lower lip and pulled the shirt over your head before you moved onto the mattress. Slowly, you looked over your shoulder at him, now fully propped up on all fours.
“You want me like this?” You asked, licking your lower up.
Harry nodded, eyes moving slowly from your bare back down to your ass. He watched you stick it out even further for him and he stepped forward, hands reaching out to gently pull down your panties. He noticed your slickness immediately and carefully pulled it off from you. He spread your cheeks apart and growled at the sight of your sex.
“Fuck,” he whispered. Harry leaned down and ran his tongue along the length of your sex, growling to himself at the taste of you. God, he was going to have fucking withdrawals from not being able to taste you whenever he wanted to. “What were you thinking about that got you this fucking wet, hm?”
“N—nothing,” you gasped, feeling another swipe of his tongue. Your hands fisted the sheets, eyes falling shut.
“Liar,” Harry chuckled. “Come on, baby. Tell me.” He stood back up and moved one hand between your legs, running the pads of his fingers within your wet folds.
“God,” you moaned. “I—I was just thinking—fuck,” you whimpered, feeling two of his thick fingers slide into you. “I was just thinking of you.”
“That’s it?” Harry smirked, two of his fingers thrusted fully into your depths. “Just thinking of me got you this fucking wet?” He curled his fingers and watched your back arch. “Because you’re fucking soaked, baby.”
“Harry,” your hands gripped his sheets even tighter, toes curling at the way his fingers moved inside of you. “Fuck—I was thinking of riding you!”
Harry grinned and then began pumping his fingers in and out of your depths rapidly. You were so fucking wet that the squelching sounds of his fingers thrusting into you filled his bedroom. “Good girl,” he whispered, leaning over you as he whispered into your ear.
He felt you tighten even further at his words.
Harry smirked proudly.
“Oh, you like that? Like being called a good girl, hm?” Harry asked, pushing his pajama pants down his legs as he kicked them to the side.
“Yes,” you moaned, collapsing into his mattress as your walls tightened abruptly around his fingers.
Harry suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, coating his length with your slickness. He heard you whimper in protest, but he gripped the base of his manhood and slid inside of you from behind.
“Fuck me,” you gasped, your forehead resting against the mattress as you felt his girth stretch your walls. The way he pushed inside of you every time you had sex always left you speechless.
Harry was by far the biggest you’d ever been with.
And damn, did it feel good.
“I am,” he chuckled, pushing his hips forward until he filled you to the hilt. Harry’s hands moved to grip your hips tightly, eyes fluttering at the feel of your tight walls surrounding his length. He pulled back slowly—only a few inches—before he thrust back inside. “So fucking wet,” he growled.
“Harry, god,” you whimpered, pushing back against him and silently urging him to pick up the speed. He was going too slow, too careful, and you didn’t want that.
You wanted fast.
You wanted rough.
Harry smirked and reached for your hands, holding them in place against your lower back. You squirmed against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he just tightened his hold around your wrists. Then, he pulled you upright with your back now flush against his chest as his free hand came around to cover your breast. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered into your ear. “I know you want something, so tell me.”
“Please,” you moaned, rolling your hips. He hadn’t moved, just remained completely inside of you and you needed more. “Harry…”
“I’m not even asking you to beg,” he teased. “But I do like the sound of you saying please like a good fucking girl.” Harry gently nipped at your earlobe and delivered a harsh thrust, causing a loud moan to escape your lips.
“Want it rough,” you mumbled. “Want it fast.” You tried to squirm your hands free, but his grip tightened. Then, you said—much louder and with more confidence, “Want you to fucking wreck me, Harry.”
Harry cleared his throat and moved his hand from your breast up to your neck. His thumb brushed against your throat as he breathed into your ear. “Oh yeah?” He whispered. “Want me to fucking show you who you belong to, hm? Because this—” he growled, hand moving from your neck down your chest and abdomen until it settled between your legs. The pads of his fingers began circling your clit, feeling your body immediately react to his touch. “This fucking pussy is mine.”
You didn’t even have a chance to reply, because he started pounding into you just like you asked. He was grunting in your ear with each thrust and his fingers continued to circle your clit. He wasn’t letting up, especially when you began to squirm when your body started to tremble.
“F—fuck, Harry, ohgod,” you tilted your head back, head resting against his shoulder. You managed to break your hands free from his grip and placed them on the mattress instead. Harry smirked to himself and moved both hands to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he watched his length disappear in your depths repeatedly.
“God, look at you,” he groaned. “Fucking dripping for me, baby.” Harry licked his lower lip as he noticed his manhood glistening with your arousal. “Take every fucking inch,” Harry growled, sliding into you fully before he pulled out to his tip, only to thrust back in. “Like a good fucking girl,” he continued.
Harry’s thrusts were rough. You felt your body jerk forward with every push inside of you and you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. You leaned down and pressed your cheek into the mattress, your ass still in the air for him to push into you. When you felt his hand come down and smack your ass, you gasped and felt your tummy flutter as you neared closer and closer to the edge.
“Harry!” You gasped, feeling every throbbing inch of his length slide along your walls with ease. You could feel your arousal drip down the inside of your thighs with how fucking wet you were and Harry—god, the words that came out of his mouth were fucking dirty and you loved every second of it.
“Yeah, baby,” he groaned, eyes falling shut as he continued to smack your ass, gripping the flesh of it afterwards. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby? Fucking come for me,” Harry growled.
Something possessive and animalistic tipped him over the edge. Maybe it was because he knew he wouldn’t be able to have you in his arms again tonight or wake up next to you after an amazing last two days, but Harry wanted you to feel every inch of him long after he was finished. His hips slammed into yours repeatedly, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filtered his entire bedroom. He was never going to be able to step foot inside of her without thinking of you.
You reached back and tried to push him away, especially when you felt your walls tighten around his length. You couldn’t handle it anymore—the sheer pleasure running through your entire body. “Harry, fuck,” you moaned, tips of your fingers touching his lower abdomen.
Harry shook his head and pulled out of you abruptly. He grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back, tugging you towards him as he settled himself between your legs. Then, he slid back inside of you without warning, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.
“Want me to stop?” He asked, hips slamming into yours. Harry tightened his grip around your wrists as he hovered above you, his free hand coming up to your throat once more. “I told you to come for me, didn’t I?”
“Y—Yes, you did, fuck,” you gasped, feeling his hand tighten just slightly around your throat. “Was just too much and—”
Harry clicked his tongue, pulled out to his tip before he slid back inside of you again. He repeated this motion repeatedly, watched how your eyes fluttered and how you were trying so hard to keep them open. “Come for me,” he repeated.
You nodded, squirming once more against him but you were completely at your mercy. You never really did have a sex life quite like this before. Harry was awakening something inside of you that you weren’t aware even existed. You wrapped your legs around his hips—this time, bringing him closer instead of pushing him away and Harry grinned.
“Good girl,” he smirked, feeling the pit of his stomach tighten. He didn’t know how long he could hold on because he felt your walls tighten around him and your back arch upwards, signaling that you had finally come. “Fuck yes,” he continued, moving his hand from your throat to your hip.
“Inside,” you panted. “Come inside,” you said, tightening your legs around him once you locked your ankles together.
Harry nodded, his hips stuttering until he finally released inside of you. He tilted his head back and released his grip around your wrists once he finally reached his own climax. He continued to deliver lazy thrusts, ensuring that every last drop of his come was inside of your depths.
Slowly, Harry pulled out completely with a groan. Then, he looked down and watched his come trickle out of you. Growling, Harry gripped the base of his length and gathered his come on the mushroom tip of his manhood before he thrust back inside of you.
“Making sure you keep in every last drop,” Harry whimpered, nose brushing with yours as he pulled back out.
You bit your lower lip and looked down between your legs. “I like that,” you whispered.
“Yeah?” He smiled, moving to sit next to you as he collected you into his arms once he laid down. “Like knowing that you’re so full of me?”
You nodded, staring up at him as you curled against him. “I think I’m still going to feel you drip outside of me all day,” you laughed.
Harry licked his lower lip and looked down at you, kissing the tip of your nose. “I like the sound of that.”
“Me too,” you smiled. “I like knowing that I’ve got you inside of me… kind of.”
He laughed quietly and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against him. “Gonna be hard to go to sleep tonight,” Harry confessed. “We’ve only had two nights together, but I don’t know. I like having you next to me.”
You looked up at him, hand resting on his chest. “I will miss sleeping in this big bed. I’m going back to a queen.”
Harry shook his head and smiled. “Oh, so you’re just gonna miss the size of my bed, is that it?”
You nodded. “Oh, that’s exactly it.”
Harry smiled and turned on his side to face you, his arms around your frame as he brushed your cheek with the bridge of his nose. “And here I thought you were going to miss me.”
“Eh,” you teased, looking over at him. “Maybe.” You held his gaze and your lips curled upwards. “No no, I’m going to miss you,” you corrected. “I mean, who else is going to cuddle with me when I get cold in the middle of the night?”
Harry sighed. “Guess you’ll just have to freeze then,” he teased.
You laughed and shook your head, turning to kiss his cheek. “You excited to meet my parents tonight?”
Harry nodded. “I am,” he answered. “They seem very nice on the phone, but I’m just excited to get to know more about you.”
You smiled and then moved your gaze down his naked body until you noticed the scars on his legs. Slowly, you reached down and ran your fingertips across it gently. He flinched at your touch and when you looked back up at him, his brows were furrowed.
“You don’t have to tell me,” you said first. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
Harry shook his head and gently moved a hand to your cheek. “Promise me you won’t judge me?”
You tilted your head and then moved to your side to face him as well. “I promise.”
“Well,” he sighed. “They’re scars from my leg lengthening surgery.”
Your eyes widened slightly. “You’re what?”
Harry bit his lower lip nervously, dropped his hand from your cheek and looked away. “I’m originally 5’6, but with this surgery, I’m now six feet tall.”
You cleared your throat. “Did—Why—” you stammered, shaking your head before continuing, “Was being shorter than six feet bad?” You asked innocently.
“My brother and I—We noticed the opportunities and respect men would receive if they were of a certain height,” he answered. “We weren’t getting that much luck with women, our partners at the firm didn’t take us very seriously, so… we had the money to do the surgery and decided why not? What did we have to lose?”
“Did it hurt?” You asked, hand moving back down to his leg.
Harry nodded. “Yeah, hurt like hell. They had to break our legs in order to add six inches, but I don’t regret it. After recovery, the way people viewed us—it was like a switch. It’s crazy, isn’t it? How something like that changes someone’s perspective?”
You nodded and then looked back up at him, eyes soft. “Well, I’m sorry.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry you felt the need to do that,” you reasoned. “But I also can’t blame you either. If you have the money to change your life, why not do it, right?”
Harry nodded. “Does—Does that make you look at me any differently?” He asked honestly, hesitantly.
You shook your head and watched relief flash across his features. “It just—it makes me sad to think that you had to go through that.”
Harry felt his heart race faster.
Felt his stomach flutter with butterflies.
No one really understood his reasoning behind it. Lucy was the closest one, but her reassurance didn’t feel as genuine as yours did. Because while you understood his reason for the surgery, you added an extra layer of realness to it.
You didn’t look at his things as personal gain.
Didn’t see him as something materialistic.
You just saw him.
Wholeheartedly him.
“So, you’re telling me if I was 5’6, we’d still be here?” Harry asked.
You nodded and gently pushed his shoulder for him to lie back down. You straddled his hips and grabbed his hands, now pinning them above his head as you ran your palms against his own. “That’s exactly what I’m saying… unless, you were an entirely different person at 5’6,” you laughed quietly.
Harry looked up at you and smiled. “You amaze me, do you know that?”
You smiled. “What can I say? I’m pretty great,” you teased.
Harry laughed and then laced his fingers with your own. “You really are, baby.”
Harry was sitting at his bed, watching you pack your small duffle bag with a sigh. He reached for your hand and pulled you to him, spreading his legs for you to stand between them.
“Hm?” You asked, moving your hands to his hair. “I’m almost done.”
Harry nodded and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning forward to rest his chin on your abdomen as he stared up at you. “Is it weird if I said I’m a bit sad?” He chuckled.
You ran your hands through his hair, biting your lower lip. “Not weird at all. I’m a bit sad too.”
“Well, you know that you’re always welcome here. You and Stevie.”
“I know.”
“And if you ever want to just come over,” Harry said, reaching into his pocket and handing you a key. “You can come over anytime.”
“Is this a key to your penthouse?” You asked, taking the key from him as your free hand moved to his shoulder. “To your place?”
Harry nodded. “Is that okay?”
“I should be asking you that.”
“Well, I’m giving it to you, so it’s obviously okay with me.”
“Harry…”
He stood up and wrapped his arms tight around your frame. “You know where I stand in all of this,” he whispered. “I want it all. I want everything.”
“Everything?” You asked, staring up at him.
Harry nodded slowly and pecked your lips. “Everything.”
You smiled and then reached up to rest a hand on his cheek. “Okay,” you whispered.
“Okay,” he repeated. “Ready to go?”
“Was thinking we can spend some time together at my place before we meet up with my parents and Stevie,” you said quietly, moving a hand down his chest. “Is that okay?”
Harry smiled. “More than okay,” he answered. “I’ve got all these nice memories of you here in my bedroom… would love to give you some nice memories of your own at your place.”
He leaned in and kissed your forehead before he grabbed your duffle bag on one hand and reached for your hand in the other. He laced his fingers with yours immediately and led you out of his bedroom and down the hall.
“Literally, if you and Stevie ever just want to stop by, you’re more than welcome to,” he said.
“What if you’re at work?”
He smiled. “I wouldn’t mind coming home to the both of you,” he answered honestly.
“Stevie would be shocked at how big your place is,” you laughed quietly.
“You mean, like how you were?”
You rolled your eyes. “It is a really big place.”
“But it’s never felt like home. Not until you stepped foot in here,” he smiled, entering the elevator with you and pressing the button to bring you both down to the first floor.
“Sweet talker,” you teased.
Harry chuckled. “You like it.”
“Oh, I do,” you smiled, leaning up and pecking his lips. “As much as I love your dirty talk.”
“You know,” Harry said, keeping a tight hold on your hand. “I’ve never been that vocal during sex. You just—you bring out a side of me that makes me want to talk like that, that makes me want to make you feel so good.”
“You do,” you whispered, keeping your eyes locked on his. “And I still feel you inside of me.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed and released your hand to reach around, squeezing your ass. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” you smiled. “Trying to keep it inside but it’s just so much.”
He tightened his jaw and shook his head. “Want to get me all riled up, huh?”
You smirked and nodded, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. “Yes.”
The elevator doors opened and he led you outside, reaching for your hand quickly. “Come on. Let’s go before I take you back upstairs and put you over my fucking knee.”
You gasped, following him closely. “What does that mean?”
“You know what it means,” Harry answered.
“Gonna spank me?” You giggled. “I’m not being a good girl, am I?”
Harry turned around and faced you. His eyes had darkened with lust as he gripped the handle of your duffle bag. “I’ll make sure to correct you,” he threatened playfully. “I’ll make sure you be a good girl for me again.”
“But it’s fun when I’m bad.”
Harry chuckled. “Testing me, baby. I’d take you right here where you fucking stand. I don’t care who watches.”
Your lips parted.
You felt a sudden rush of wetness between your legs.
Harry smirked. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
You shook your head.
“What? Can’t talk now?” Harry leaned in, brushed his nose with yours and whispered. “Don’t worry. I’ll still put you over my knee when we get to your place. Let’s go.”
By the time you and Harry got to your apartment, you noticed the drastic difference of size. It was significantly smaller than Harry’s and when you looked at him once he removed his shoes, the look that you were expecting wasn’t on his face at all.
Instead, he was gazing at you lovingly.
“What?”
“My place is small.”
Harry shook his head. “It’s home.” Then, he took your hand and led you down the hall to your bedroom. Kicking the door open, he set your duffle bag down before he sat on the edge of your mattress. Then, he patted his lap and nodded to you.
“What?”
“I said I’d put you over my knee, didn’t I?”
“You’re serious.”
Harry nodded. “Take off your clothes.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
His eyes narrowed. He noticed the smile curling on your lips.
“Fine,” you laughed quietly. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” You pulled your shirt over your head and undid your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You glanced at Harry and watched his hand move to the center of his pants, noticing his bulge from beneath the fabric as he squeezed himself.
Then, you pushed your leggings down with your panties, kicking them off to the side as you stood bare and naked before him. You bit your lower lip and his intense gaze softened at the sight of you.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered. Harry reached for your hand and pulled you to him. You stood between his legs and felt his free hand run up your leg lightly, causing a shiver to run through you. Suddenly, he tugged your hand and you fell over his lap. Instantly, you felt his hardened length against you and you whimpered, squirming against him.
“This okay?” Harry asked, one hand beginning to caress both of your ass cheeks. He bit his lower lip, squeezing them together and pulling them apart slowly as he looked down at your glistening sex.
“Yes,” you answered, pushing your ass further into the air for him. “Harry…”
“So, you just like to tease me, that it?” Harry asked, bringing one hand down your ass as the slap echoed through your room and down the hall. “Like to get me all hot and bothered in public when you know I can’t do anything about it?”
You nodded, whimpering and gasping with each slap. “Maybe,” you answered. “M—Maybe I like to be punished.”
Harry growled.
Another slap.
“Oh baby, that’s not a good girl, is it?”
You shook your head. “No, ohfuck,” you moaned, feeling one of his fingers slide into your depths. You were already so fucking wet that his thick finger slid into you so easily.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” Harry groaned, pulling his finger out to see it glistening. He brought it to his lips and sucked your arousal off his finger, growling at your taste. Suddenly, he tossed you roughly onto your bed as you remained on your stomach. You looked over your shoulder at him and watched him push his jeans down his legs. When his length sprang free, you licked your lower lip and pushed your ass towards him.
He was stroking himself at the sight of you, eyes locked with yours as his free hand came down once more to smack your ass. He could see how sensitive you were becoming—every smack causing you to flinch.
Harry surprised you by sliding inside of you abruptly. A loud moan escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion and despite being so wet, there was still a slight painful stretch to accommodate his girth. Just as you were about to push back against him, Harry pulled out of you and looked down at himself.
His length was glistening with your fucking arousal.
“Turn around,” he said.
You listened.
Turned on all fours until you were facing him.
“Gonna be a good girl for me from now on?” Harry asked.
You nodded.
He stepped up to you and cupped your cheek, running his thumb along your lower lip. “Prove it.”
You grinned and then stood from the bed to gently push him back until he was sitting at the edge. As he was about to open his mouth to ask what you were doing, you dropped immediately to your knees and crawled in front of him.
Harry felt his breath catch in his throat.
“Will you come in my mouth?” You asked.
Harry cleared his throat.
“I’ll be a good girl and swallow it all,” you finished.
“Fuck,” Harry whispered.
“Please?” You asked, batting your eyelashes up at him.
“Now, how can I say no when you’re asking so nicely?” Harry smiled, nodding down towards you. He moved his hands to the edge of the mattress, head tilting back when he felt your soft hands wrap around his throbbing girth. His grip on the mattress tightened, especially when he felt your lips wrap around his tip. “Mmm,” he whispered, looking down at you.
You slowly stroked the base of his length as your mouth wrapped around his tip, lapping his precome. You kept your eyes on his and leaned into his touch once you felt one of his hands move to your hair, holding it away from your face. You took more of him into your mouth, feeling the grip he had on your hair tighten even further.
Harry kept his eyes on you, watching his length disappear further into your mouth. When he felt the tip of his manhood hit the back of your throat followed by a quiet gag from you, he pulled back just slightly.
But you—fuck, you kept going.
And he smiled.
Something must have come over you because you began to bob your head up and down his length. You couldn’t fit him entirely in your mouth, but damn did you try. You relaxed your throat when you felt him hit the back of it.
“Fuck, baby, fuck,” he moaned, tilting his head back. Harry shut his eyes tightly when he felt you hollow your cheeks. Your tongue swirled around him, making sure to run over his sensitive tip when you pulled back only to take more of him.
You pulled away from with a quiet pop and licked your lips, staring up at him as your hand stroked his base quickly. “Gonna come in my mouth?”
Harry nodded. “I’ll fucking come wherever you tell me to, baby,” he answered breathlessly.
“Good,” you grinned, lowering your head once more.
Harry’s hips lifted off the mattress impatiently, feeling your mouth and hand around him was enough to slowly push him over the edge. Abruptly, Harry thrust up and felt himself hit the back of your throat again.
You gagged loudly but continued bobbing your head. You knew he was close and god, he looked so beautiful like this.
At your mercy.
Head tilted back.
Neck exposed.
Chest heaving.
And his fucking cock in your mouth.
“Baby, I’m c—coming,” he stammered, ropes of his come shooting in your mouth and down your throat.
You swallowed eagerly.
Didn’t miss a beat.
You continued to stroke the base of him, moving your mouth around his tip and sucking every last drop he could give you.
Harry shivered.
His body trembled.
He opened his eyes and looked down at you, watching you run your tongue along the underside of his length before focusing on the head of his manhood once more.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
When you finally pulled back, you smiled and licked your lips. “Yum.”
Then, what you did next caught him by surprise.
You lowered yourself and pressed light kisses along the side of his legs. Right on his scars.
“Would’ve still fallen in love with you if you were 5’6,” you whispered.
Harry was speechless. He felt like he could have proposed to you right there.
Because it was at that moment Harry knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
He wanted the ups and the downs.
He wanted the good times, the bad times—he wanted it all.
You were his person.
Because you loved him for him.
He pulled you to him and fell back onto your bed with you next to him, pulling you close into his arms as he pressed his forehead against yours. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do,” he whispered.
“Good,” you said with a smile. “I don’t want anyone but me to make you feel like this,” you reached up and cupped his cheek. “Because Harry?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want everything with you too.”
He smiled. “Really?”
“And I know we’re moving fast, but—you… you feel like the person I’ve been missing.”
Harry tilted his head and gently pecked your lips. “I just might have to spend the night here.”
You laughed quietly, arms wrapping around his neck as you both remained on your sides. “Stevie would actually be happy if you slept over.”
“And you? Would her momma be happy?”
“Oh, she already is,” you answered.
Harry smiled. “I know we didn’t really get a chance to talk about it,” he said softly. “But you can ask me anything.”
You furrowed a brow.
“About the woman at the party?” You asked.
Harry nodded. “Lucy.”
“Lucy,” you repeated. “Did you love her?”
Harry shook his head instantly. “I thought I did. Thought I knew what love was,” he whispered.
“But you were going to propose to her…”
“I just thought—she and I were so compatible. She checked all of my boxes. I checked all of hers.”
“Then what was the problem?”
“We didn’t love each other,” he answered. “And love—I learned it had to be on the table. That type of commitment? I realized that I want something that my parents have. I want to be gray and old and still look at my wife like we’ve fallen in love all over again, and I want that. With you.”
“Harry…”
“And I see that future with you,” he interrupted quietly. His hand came up to your cheek, brushing his thumb across your skin.
“But Lucy… she’s back.”
Harry shrugged. “Don’t care. I don’t want her.”
“But she just—she fits in your world.”
“I don’t want someone who’s going to fit in my world,” he sighed. “I want someone who I’m excited to come home to. I want someone who’s going to love me on days when I don’t love myself,” he continued, remembering his mother’s words. “I want someone who’s going to kiss my scars and tell me that she would’ve fallen in love with me anyway—six feet or shorter,” he smiled. “I want you, and I don’t want anyone else.”
“I just don’t want to disappoint you,” you whispered. “I know it feels really good right now, but what if it doesn’t anymore? What if you realize that this—me—it’s no longer what you want?”
“What if you realize it’s no longer what you want?” Harry asked instead.
“I wouldn’t.”
“How do you know?”
You sighed. “Okay, I see your point.”
“I just don’t want you to worry about Lucy.”
“Hard not to,” you confessed. “A proposal is a big commitment.”
“I know. I wasn’t—I wasn’t thinking,” he sighed. “I never loved her.”
“Okay,” you said. “Okay.”
Harry lied on his back and collected you into his arms. He felt your cheek rest on his chest as he reached for your blanket to drape over your bodies. “Wanna take a nap before we need to head out tonight?”
You nodded and curled against him, arm draping over his midsection. You leaned up and kissed his cheek, watching his head turn to look down at you.
“Thank you for the past couple of nights, Harry.”
He smiled. “There’s more where that comes from, baby. I plan to spend the rest of my days with you,” he whispered, eyes falling shut.
After a few hours, both you and Harry approached the restaurant and noticed Stevie and your parents walking to the front as well. You let go of Harry’s hand and gently ran over to your little girl who had turned around and noticed the both of you immediately.
“Mama!” Stevie ran towards you and jumped into your arms, giggling when she felt your kisses. “I missed you.”
“Oh baby,” you smiled, your arms tightening around her frame. “I missed you too.”
Harry walked closer and gently rested a hand on your lower back, smiling down at Stevie. “Hey you.”
“Harry!” she exclaimed, turning in your arms to give him a hug and you laughed, handing her over to him.
Harry quickly took her in his arms, kissing the crown of her head. “I missed you too,” she said.
Harry smiled and looked down at her, bringing a hand to gently tap her nose. “Missed you too, honey.”
“Did you and mama have a good time?” She asked.
You looked at Harry.
Harry glanced over at you.
Both of you smiled and nodded.
“We did,” Harry answered. “But I think we both missed our Saturday breakfast with you.”
Stevie giggled. “I know, I missed it too, but grandma and grandpa made up for it.”
Harry laughed quietly and looked up, noticing your parents standing nearby with a small smile on their lips. He watched you walk over to them, hugging them tightly and kissing their cheeks. He couldn’t help but watch the close relationship you had with the both of them.
“Mom, dad, this is Harry,” you introduced.
Harry smiled, reaching one hand out for them to shake. Your mother caught him by surprise and pulled him into a hug. “Oh, enough with the formalities,” she teased.
You smiled and then took Stevie from Harry’s arms, holding her close against your chest as you watched Harry then turn your dad.
Your dad was shorter than Harry, but built much thicker. He reached a hand out for Harry, which he accepted without hesitation. Watching them both shake hands, you narrowed your eyes and watched your dad look at Harry from top to bottom before he glanced over at you.
“Harry,” he said.
“Hello, sir.”
“Thought we established you call me Jay,” he replied.
“Right, Jay, sorry,” Harry chuckled nervously.
“Dad…”
Slowly, your dad released Harry’s hand and then a small smile lined his lips. “I’m only teasing you, Harry. We’ve already heard great things about you from Stevie, long before you and my daughter became an item.”
“Dad,” you repeated.
“What?”
“Okay, can we just go inside now and eat? I’m hungry,” Stevie said, squirming in your arms before you set her down on her feet.
“Lead the way, little lady,” Harry chuckled, opening the door to the restaurant for them.
You were the last one to go through the door and reached over to rest a hand on his chest. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Harry reassured. “You’re just their little girl,” he whispered. “I’m pretty sure I’d act the same way if it was Stevie.”
“You saying you’d want to be around for when Stevie introduces her first boyfriend?”
Harry smiled. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying. As long as you’ll have me.”
“Well, I think it’d be nice knowing I won’t have to do it alone,” you admitted.
Stevie interrupted your brief moment and reached for Harry’s hand, looking up at him with a broad grin. “This is a nice place, Harry.”
“I heard they make delicious pizookies.”
“P—Pizookies? What is that?”
Harry’s eyes widened in surprise. “They’re a deep dish cookie with ice cream on top. They’re like this big,” he said, releasing her hand momentarily to show her the size of a normal plate.
“That big of a cookie?!” She asked excitedly.
“Hey hey,” you said. “Dinner first.”
Harry looked over at you and then back down at Stevie, winking in her direction. “Gotta listen to momma.”
She sighed dramatically. “And then pizookies?”
You nodded.
Harry grinned.
“Then pizookies, honey.” Harry led you all to the hostess, telling the young woman at the counter that the reservation was under his name. He was talking to Stevie while the hostess excused herself to check on the table, which gave your parents enough time to walk over to you.
You felt your mom’s arm wrap around your frame and you smiled, leaning into her. “Hi mom.”
“You look happy,” she smiled.
“I am,” you admitted. “Really happy.”
“He’s really cute,” she laughed.
“Right?” you smiled. “I’m a sucker for those eyes of his.”
“And his dimple?” Your mom grinned.
“Okay, hey, I’m right here,” your dad laughed. “But I have to admit, he is a good looking man, honey.”
“I really like him,” you told them. “Nothing like Dylan,” you whispered. “With Harry, it’s just—it’s easy.”
“I don’t think we’ve ever seen you like this,” your dad said.
Your mom nodded in agreement. “Not even with Dylan.”
“Do you think—Do you think it’s too soon to be falling in love? I mean, it’s been like a month.”
Your parents looked at each other and then shook their heads. “When you know, honey, why waste any time? I told your mother I loved her two months into our relationship. Asked her to marry me four months later.”
“Said yes immediately,” your mom smiled. “Because when I saw him, I saw my future,” she looked over at your dad with loving eyes. “So, we didn’t waste time. We knew we were it for each other.”
You nodded, biting your lower lip. “Yeah… Well, you guys are lucky.”
“Honey,” your mom said. “The way you look at him, the way he looks at you, even the way he looks at Stevie… that’s love.”
“You don’t even know him,” you whispered.
“I think your dad and I have a pretty good judgment on character,” she answered. “We never liked Dylan—”
“Okay,” you interrupted.
“All we’re saying, honey,” your dad said, gently reaching up to cup your cheek. “If you look at him and you see a future worth having, then what do you have to lose?”
“My heart could be broken. Stevie’s heart could be broken.”
“Yeah,” he said. “But what if you don’t even take that chance? Then, you’ll never know.”
“He gave me a key to his penthouse,” you confessed.
Your mom smiled.
Your dad glanced at Harry.
Before either of them could reply, Harry walked towards the three of you and smiled. “Our table’s ready.”
Halfway through dinner, you realized just how normal this all seemed—how easy it was for Harry to slip into your family. He was talking with your parents with such ease, navigating conversations about himself, but also asking questions about them as well. Stevie—of course—wanted to sit next to him, his arm draped around the back of her chair with her leaning against him.
You smiled to yourself and felt tears sting your eyes at the sight of it all. This was something you always dreamed about when you were younger.
Having a child, but being with someone who got along with your parents as well as Harry did.
“Private equity sounds boring, doesn’t it?” your dad teased.
“Oh, it is,” Harry laughed. “But it’s a family business and my mom—she built it all on her own.”
“Are you close with your parents, Harry?” your mom asked.
He nodded. “Yeah, I’m close with both of them, but I like to think I’m closer with my mom,” he answered.
“Are they—Are they still together?”
Harry grinned. “Very much so,” he laughed quietly. “They were a real example of what a loving marriage is. Even to this day, my dad still looks at her like he’s fallen in love all over again,” Harry smiled to himself. “And my mom—she’s his rock.”
You smiled and reached over to rest a hand on his forearm.
Your parents looked at each other and smiled, your dad reaching over for her hand. “Sounds like us,” your dad said.
“I see that,” Harry said softly. “We—we’re fortunate enough that we both got a glimpse of what a loving marriage is,” he continued, glancing at you and then back at your parents.
“Do you want to be married, Harry?” your mom asked.
“Mom…”
He looked at you, bit his lower lip and then glanced back at your mom. “Yeah. As a kid, I used to dream about having a family—being a husband, taking care of my wife and kids. Something I saw my parents do growing up, you know?”
“You should marry mama,” Stevie chimed in, grinning. “Then, we can be a family!”
Your parents chuckled.
You felt heat rise in your cheeks.
“You know, that’s a really great idea,” Harry commented, looking down at Stevie. “You think she’d say yes if I do?”
Stevie nodded excitedly.
“I’m right here,” you added.
“Oh,” Harry said with feigning surprise. “I totally didn’t see you there.”
“Ha ha,” you laughed.
Your parents watched the both of you interact and smiled to themselves.
Stevie giggled.
Harry smiled and leaned over to kiss your cheek.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you smiled. Slowly, you stood up from your chair and motioned towards the bathrooms down the hall and then turned to your mom and Stevie. “Do either of you need to go?”
Both of them shook their heads.
You nodded and then excused yourself from the table, not realizing that Harry’s eyes were watching you all the way until you disappeared into the hall.
“Harry, can we get pizookies now?” Stevie asked, sitting up on her knees as she pushed her plate aside.
“How about we wait for your mom? I’m sure she’s going to want some too,” he reasoned.
Stevie nodded and then reached over for a french fry that was on his plate, grinning up at him as he laughed quietly. “These are good,” she said.
“You want some?” Harry smiled, gently pushing his plate towards her.
“Yes, please,” she smiled, dipping a few french fries into ketchup.
“I thought you wanted mac and cheese,” he laughed. “I didn’t know you wanted fries too. I could have gotten you that as well.”
Stevie giggled. “I did want mac and cheese… until I saw your fries.”
“You’re silly,” Harry teased.
She smiled. “Thank you for sharing, Harry. Do you want some of my mac and cheese?” She leaned over and grabbed a spoonful of the mac and cheese, bringing it up towards him as she gazed at him with hopeful eyes.
“Sure,” Harry chuckled, gently taking the spoon from her and bringing it to his lips. “Mmm, you know, I think I want mac and cheese. Wanna trade?”
Stevie’s eyes lit up. “Can we?”
“Yeah, honey,” he smiled. “Here,” he said softly, taking her plate and putting it in front of him and setting his plate down in front of her. “That okay?”
“Perfect,” she nodded.
Your mom smiled at the both of them, quietly chiming in. “You’re good with her.”
Harry shrugged, smiling down at Stevie before he turned his attention to your mom. “She makes it easy,” he replied.
“I’m guessing you don’t have any kids of your own?” Your dad asked.
Harry shook his head. “No,” he answered. “Thought I would have at least one by now, but you know… Life has a way of saying otherwise.”
Your mother reached out and rested a hand on Harry’s. He looked up at her and smiled, taking note of the same color eyes that you had and his gaze softened.
Kindness ran deep in this family, he thought.
“Can I give you some advice, Harry?”
Harry nodded. “Of course.”
“Don’t waste any time,” she said.
“And it’s never too early,” your dad chimed in. “I asked her to marry me four months into our relationship,” he smiled. “It was the best decision in my life.” Your parents looked at each other with a smile and your dad leaned in to kiss your mom’s temple.
Harry smiled. “Okay,” he nodded. “Okay.”
After dinner, you hugged your parents goodbye as they had to drive back home. Harry pulled them both into a hug as well, catching you by surprise at how your parents were eager to return the gesture. Your mom had even reached up to cup his cheek, smiling knowingly at him.
“Bye grandma,” Stevie said. “Bye grandpa. Thank you for a great weekend,” she grinned, kissing their cheeks.
“Bye, sweetpea. See you next month, okay?” your grandpa said.
Stevie nodded and waved, “Love you!”
When your parents drove off, Harry picked Stevie up into his arms and held your hand in his. “So, guess we gotta head home,” you said.
Stevie sighed. “But I only got to hang out with Harry for a little bit.”
“Baby, you have school tomorrow.”
Stevie pouted and then buried her face against Harry’s neck, her tiny arms wrapped around him. “Honey,” Harry said quietly. “Stevie…”
She shook her head and kept her face buried.
You sighed. “Baby,” you said, running a hand along her back.
“It’s not fair,” she mumbled. “You got to hang out with Harry.”
You bit your lower lip and then looked up at him.
Harry knew what you were going to say and he nodded, smiling softly.
“Well,” he whispered. “What if we had a sleepover?”
Stevie lifted her head immediately and brought a hand up to wipe her eyes. “Really?”
“But only if you go to bed on time,” you reasoned.
She nodded, looking between you and Harry. “I promise, I promise!”
“Then, I guess it’s a sleepover,” Harry smiled.
It had taken about half an hour to get back to your apartment and Stevie was bubbling with excitement. When you unlocked the door, Stevie kicked off her shoes and tugged on Harry’s hand to lead him towards the couch.
“Stevie!” you said, closing the front door behind you. “Baby, where do we put our shoes?”
Stevie sighed and nodded, running back to her shoes and placing them on the shoe rack near the door. “Sorry, mama.”
“That’s okay, baby. I know you’re excited, but we still have to remember where our things go, okay?”
She nodded and then turned to Harry. “Can we watch a movie?”
Harry turned to you. “Can we?”
“Only one movie and then it’s bedtime,” you said. “But can you change into your pajamas first and brush your teeth, Stevie?”
“Okay, mama,” she answered. Then, Stevie looked up at Harry and pointed to the couch. “Go and sit there. Don’t go anywhere!” She turned on her heel and then ran down the hall and to her bathroom, both you and Harry hearing the soft patter of her bare feet against the wooden floors.
You looked up at Harry and sighed, resting your forehead against his chest. You felt his arms wrap around you as he kissed your cheek. “Should I go and change into my pajamas and brush my teeth too?” he teased.
You rolled your eyes. “You can’t. You don’t have a change of clothes and you don’t have a toothbrush.”
“Guess we’ll have to change that,” he smiled. “You know, for next time.”
You looked up at him and smiled. “For next time.”
“I had a great time at dinner today,” Harry said. “Your parents are great.”
“They didn’t ask too many questions while I was in the bathroom, did they?”
He shook his head. “Not at all,” he answered. “They love you a lot, you know that?”
“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’m pretty lucky.”
“How do you think our parents would get along if they met?” Harry asked.
“I think they’d get along really well actually,” you laughed quietly.
“I think so too,” Harry smiled. “So, movie? What are we watching?”
“Probably Lilo & Stitch,” you answered. “I promised Stevie we’d watch that the next time we have a movie night.”
“Ooh, that’s a good one.”
“Harry?”
“Yeah, baby?”
You bit your lower lip. “Just—Just wanted to tell you again that I’m so deeply in love with you.”
Harry grinned, wrapped his arm around your waist and pecked your lips. “I’m deeply in love with you too, baby.”
Halfway through the movie, Stevie was sitting down between you and Harry, staring at the television with droopy eyes. You glanced over at her, watched her begin to doze off and you smiled, pulling her into your arms and onto your lap. She curled against you and Harry smiled, pulling the both of you close to his chest.
“Harry,” Stevie mumbled.
“Yeah, honey?”
“I’m kind of like Lilo.”
You furrowed a brow.
“How so?”
“Well, Lilo doesn’t have a mom or dad,” she yawned. “I’m kind of like her because I don’t have a dad.”
You looked up at Harry.
His eyes softened instantly.
Then, he reached down and gently pushed her hair back and away from her face. “That doesn’t make you any less loved, sweetheart.”
“I wish,” she whispered sleepily, already beginning to fall asleep. “I wish you were my dad.”
You felt your heart break as tears filled your eyes. “Okay,” you whispered. “Time for bed.” You stood up with her in your arms and led her down the hallway and into her bedroom with Harry trailing behind you quietly.
Gently, you set her down onto her bed and tucked her in, kissing her temple lightly before you stood back up. You turned on her nightlight and then shut the door behind you, looking up at Harry who had his arms extended out for you.
“Come here,” he whispered.
You nodded and then walked towards him, burying your face against his chest as you felt his arms wrap around you. “She wishes she had a dad,” you mumbled, feeling him lead you into your bedroom. You shut the door behind you and sighed.
Harry’s arms tightened around you. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to say anything. He just held you and let you talk it out.
“I mean, I knew it was going to come up eventually, but…” you pulled away from him only to wipe your eyes. “I just didn’t expect it so soon.”
Harry reached out for you again. One hand rested on your hip and the other came up to gently wipe your tears.
You looked up at him and sighed. “That probably didn’t put you in a good position either.”
He shook his head. “If you or Stevie ever gives me the chance of being her father,” Harry whispered. “I’d do everything in my power to make sure that that little girl knows she’s loved, that I’d never leave her, that being a dad to her would be the greatest privilege in my life.”
Tears pooled in your eyes again.
“Harry…”
“Just like how I’d spend every second of the day telling her mom how much I love her,” he confessed quietly. “How I’d do everything in my power to make sure her mom knows how much she means to me,” he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. “How I’d never leave her too,” he added, lightly pecking your lips. “And how much she’s changed my life.”
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he moved his arms to wrap around your waist. He buried his face against your neck and held you flush against him, your parents' words repeating in his mind.
summary: you and harry spend your first weekend with each other.
pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader
characters: harry castillo and fem!reader, brief cameo from our girl stevie and reader's parents (mom = maria, dad = jay)
content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv, dirty talk (harry's a fucking menace !!!), breeding kink, missionary, cowgirl, oral sex (m and f receiving), these two will not be leaving harry's penthouse for the entire weekend btw 🫣, shower sex, standing doggystyle, no use of y/n.
word count: 6.2k
a/n: ok, so i said this was gonna be posted on friday, but i've been receiving so many lovely messages about this story and the anticipation of this chapter, so i figured... why not release it early??? <3 anyway, this chapter and the next one will be all about harry and reader's first weekend spent with each other which means TONS. OF. SEX. hope y'all enjoyed <33 (also to DT anon🤐🔥 - ty for your messages and brainstorming with me on horny!harry🫶)
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Harry hadn’t slept for long.
His manhood stirred awake.
And so did he.
Especially when he felt you push back against him.
He was spooning you from behind, completely bare and naked from earlier events. Even when he was asleep, Harry was dreaming of you.
His arm tightened around your frame.
His hand splayed against your lower abdomen, gently pulling you back flush against him.
It was dark in his bedroom now, after having blown out all of the candles.
So, he used his touch to memorize every inch of you. Harry’s lips hovered near your ear and he breathed quietly as his hand slowly moved upwards.
You whimpered sleepily and turned to lie on your back.
Harry stayed on his side, but propped his head up on one hand. Slowly, he lowered the white satin sheet to reveal more of your body. He continued to move his hand up, thumb brushing on the underside of your breast.
He could make out the way your lips parted.
Could feel the way your nipples hardened when his thumb brushed against it lightly.
Harry bit his lower lip and slowly began to massage one of your breasts into the pit of his palm, your body reacting to his touch immediately. You moaned quietly, back arching slightly.
When your hand gently reached over to rest on his chest, Harry’s movements ceased. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest and slowly, he watched your eyes flutter open.
God, you were so beautiful. Everything felt so right in his world—he never did think he would ever feel this way about anyone.
“Harry,” you said sleepily, eyes gazing down at where his hand was still placed over your breast. You bit your lower lip, squeezing your legs out of habit before you looked back up at him. “What time is it?”
“Late,” he answered, slowly beginning to massage your breast again.
You moaned.
He continued and slowly moved to settle himself between your legs. Harry could feel your warmth against him, felt the head of his manhood brush against your slit.
You were wet.
He grinned.
“Been dreaming about me?” Harry asked, his free hand holding himself up.
“Always,” you answered, eyes fluttering when he pinched your nipple. “Harry…”
“I did tell you that I was gonna have you more than once,” he whispered, lowering himself until his lips brushed against yours.
You nodded, pursing your lips to peck his own. “Then have your way with me,” you smiled.
“Yeah?” Harry grinned.
“Yes,” you answered breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his hips. You opened yourself up more for him and Harry growled lowly under his breath at the bare feel of you.
“Condom,” he whispered.
You shook your head. “I just—I want to feel all of you,” you said quietly. “Just the tip and then—”
“Fuck me,” Harry interrupted. He moved his hand from your breast to grasp onto the base of his hardened length. Harry nodded and ran his tip agonizingly slow along the length of your sex. He felt how wet you already were and when he notched himself at your opening, Harry moved his gaze downwards. “Watch,” he said huskily.
You looked down, biting your lower lip as your chest heaved up and down slowly in anticipation. When he slowly pushed into you, you watched the way the head of manhood disappeared inside of you. Both you and Harry watched his length disappear further inside of you, quiet moans escaping both of your lips.
He felt so much bigger—it was like you could feel every throbbing vein on his girthy manhood slide against your walls. You knew it wasn’t safe to have sex without protection, but fuck did it feel good.
Harry slowly looked away to look back up at you. When your eyes locked with his, he smiled, leaned down and gently pecked your lips.
“Feels fucking good,” he whispered, pushing his hips forward until he filled you to the hilt. “Fuck,” Harry groaned, pulling his hips back enough to thrust back into you. God, you felt amazing. Harry was always safe with his past partners, not wanting to risk the possibility of having a child with someone that he wasn’t sure about.
But with you? Fuck, Harry wanted to fill you up.
Wanted to watch his come seep outside of you.
The thought of coming inside of you caused him to deliver a hard thrust—the way your walls sucked him in caused a low groan to escape his lips.
“H—Harry,” you moaned, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned. “So fucking tight, baby,” Harry continued, his hips slowly rolling into yours. “So fucking wet,” Harry shut his eyes as he reveled in the feel of your walls tightening around him. “Mine, fucking mine, you hear me?”
“Y—Yes,” you gasped, ankles locking at his lower back once more. “All yours, fuck…”
Harry abruptly pulled out of you, gasping to himself when he leaned back against his calves. He opened his eyes to look down at himself—painfully hard and glistening with your arousal.
“W—What? Why did you stop?”
“Condom,” he reasoned.
You shook your head, propped yourself up and then slowly pushed him onto his back. You straddled his waist and reached down to grasp onto his base, slowly beginning to lower yourself onto his length. “Just pull out later,” you whispered, eyes locked with his.
Harry’s lips parted as his hands darted out to grip your hips. God, you felt tighter this way—watching the way you slid down onto him was enough for him to abruptly thrust upwards. When he felt your warmth surround him once more, he groaned and his fingertips dug into your hips roughly. “Thinking I don’t wanna pull out…” he admitted, watching your breasts bounce with every thrust upwards. “Thinking I want to fill this perfect fucking pussy with my come…”
“Harry!” you moaned, head tilting back as you reached back to brace yourself on his thighs.
Harry felt a sudden rush of wetness. He smirked and moved his hands from your hips to your ass, gripping it tightly as he continued to push his hips into you. “Oh, you fucking like that, don’t you? Like the idea of me filling you up, huh?”
You nodded and collapsed on top of him. He was driving up into you so roughly, hitting that spongy sweet spot that pushed you closer and closer over the edge.
You couldn’t even focus on anything else but the way he felt inside of you. Your moans mixed in with the sound of his skin slapping against yours. “H—Harry, I’m close, fuck, please…”
“Please?” Harry growled, rolling you onto your back as he thrust into you roughly. He remained still for a moment, one hand coming up to rest over your throat as he looked down at you. “Begging me to let you come, that it?”
You shook your head.
“No?” Harry pulled his hips back to his tip and thrust all the way back inside.
You gasped.
“B—Begging you to not stop,” you whimpered, slowly moving your legs to place over his shoulders.
Harry smirked and nodded, beginning to pound into you repeatedly. The way this new position felt—it was like he could thrust into you deeper. He moved his hand from your throat to his mattress, bracing himself as he felt the tightness in the pit of his stomach.
He knew he was close.
And fuck, he knew you were too.
“Can you feel tightening around me,” Harry whispered breathlessly. His thrusts were becoming sloppier, more erratic and he felt his breath catch in his throat.
“Oh fuckfuckfuck, I’m c—coming…” you moaned aloud, moving your legs back to wrap around his hips. Harry groaned at the feel of you and suddenly pulled out right in time to come onto your abdomen. He stroked himself a few more times, his body trembling as he breathed heavily.
“Fuck,” he moaned, slowly reaching over to turn on the light on the nightstand. He noticed his come glistening on your body and he bit his lower lip, having the sudden urge to thrust back into you.
But he refrained.
You reached down and wiped a stripe of his come onto your finger before you lifted it to your lips, sucking his release off of it. He watched you with parted lips, curling upwards.
God, he was so deeply in love with you.
“Yum,” you giggled.
“Naughty,” Harry chuckled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to attack you.”
“Oh, I was already having a dream about you,” you teased. “Guess you made my dream come true,” you smiled.
“Corny,” Harry laughed.
“But you like it.”
He smiled. “I do,” he whispered. “I really do.”
The following morning, Harry surprised you with breakfast in bed. You had woken up quietly, satin sheets tangled between your legs as you laid on your abdomen.
Last night was perfect.
The middle of the night was perfect too.
But even as you woke up, you couldn’t help the feeling in the pit of your stomach. The sound of your heart beating filled your ears as you remembered what he confessed last night.
In the rain.
Then, you remembered what you told him.
It terrified you—just how strongly you felt for each other already.
You watched him come into the bedroom with a tray of food, dressed in a pair of sleep pants that hung low on his hips. Your eyes gazed at his bare upper half, biting your lower lip at his tanned skin, the broadness of his shoulders, the hardness of his chest, the softness of his tummy.
Harry was fucking perfect.
“Morning,” he smiled, setting the tray on the bed before he walked over to you.
You immediately sat up and went to cover your mouth, bringing the sheet gently to cover your bare body.
“What?” Harry asked.
“I didn’t brush my teeth,” you mumbled. “Let me brush my teeth and—”
Harry laughed quietly, gently reached for your wrist and pulled your hand down. Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, smiling immediately. “Don’t care,” he mumbled.
You smiled and then pecked his lips repeatedly, feeling one of his hands also tug down the sheet. “Did you make me breakfast?” You asked, pulling away slowly.
Harry nodded, but his gaze dropped lower when he watched the sheet settle around your hips instead. The sunlight shone through his large windows, giving him such a clear view of your naked chest. He licked his lower lip, felt his length twitch beneath his pants.
“I did,” he whispered. “But I’m thinking I want to have a different kind of breakfast.”
“Oh?”
Harry nodded. “You go eat,” he mumbled, standing from the bed to place the tray next to you. Then, he walked back to the edge of the bed and tugged the sheet right off, leaving you fully exposed for him. He growled at the sight and he climbed onto the mattress, feeling it dip with his weight before he settled himself onto his abdomen. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
“Harry,” you whimpered quietly. “I won’t be able to eat breakfast—”
“Try,” he interrupted. “I know you can at least do that.”
You nodded and then spread your legs slowly, watching him crawl towards you until his face was between your legs. He stared up at you with a grin, one hand coming up to run up your leg and to your thigh, massaging it gently.
“Made you pancakes,” he whispered, inhaling sharply at your scent. “Made you coffee,” Harry continued, his hand moving from your thigh and towards the center of your sex. His thumb brushed against your clit as he watched you gasp quietly at the sudden touch. “Got you a bowl of fruit too.”
“T—Thank you,” you answered, eyes fluttering when you felt his thumb repeatedly brush against your bundle of nerves lightly.
He smiled and then slowly began to apply more pressure to your clit, circling it slowly as he watched your facial expressions contort into silent pleasure as you reached for your cup of coffee. When he watched you take a sip, Harry grinned proudly and then leaned down, peppering light kisses on your inner thigh.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
You hadn’t expected those two words to leave his lips.
And you certainly didn’t expect the way it made you feel too.
You were already breathing heavily, your hips rolling slightly against the mattress when you felt his lips inch closer and closer to your sex. You reached for a small piece of a strawberry, taking a careful bite out of it as you kept your eyes locked with his.
“Good?” He asked.
“Depends on what you’re asking.”
Harry smirked. “The fruit, baby.”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s good.”
“Good,” he grinned. “Gonna eat my breakfast now.”
Then, Harry flattened his tongue and then licked a stripe up your sex until he reached your bundle of nerves. He stared up at you, wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked slowly, gently. You were so fucking wet already and he impatiently rolled his hips into the mattres.
You gasped loudly, one hand moving down to his hair as you tried to take a bite out of the pancakes he made you. It was hard—focusing on eating while he was practically eating you out.
The moan that left your lips was because of two things—the first bite of the pancakes and the feel of two of his fingers sliding into your wet and tight heat.
His fingers pumped into you slowly, but the feel of his tongue sucking on your clit caused you to drop your fork on the plate abruptly. He was taking his time, savoring the taste of you despite the throbbing erection pressing into his mattress.
Harry smirked at your reaction and pulled back slowly, pulling his fingers from you as well. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on it with a quiet groan—your arousal glistening on his fingers.
“Oh, baby, you only had one bite,” he chuckled, nodding towards the pancakes. “Need more syrup?”
You bit your lower lip and shook your head. “I can’t focus. I can’t do it.”
“Yeah, you can baby,” Harry reassured. “Just imagine that I’m not here.”
“Really hard to do that when you have your fingers inside of me and your mouth on my clit,” you answered.
Harry chuckled. “Got quite a mouth on you this morning.” He stood up and grabbed the tray to set on the nightstand before he climbed back atop of you. “I’ll make it quick. I still want you to eat breakfast.”
Then, he lowered his head back between your legs. Harry kept your legs spread open for him, hands holding them apart on your inner thighs. He began lapping at your wetness, tongue slipping inside you repeatedly. God, it was like he was having his own fucking feast.
You moaned loudly, both hands moving to his hair now. Harry smirked up at you, groaning against your sex. He could feel your arousal dripping down his chin and it only fueled him further.
He could have spent the rest of his days like this.
“Harry!” You moaned, back arching as you tried to squirm away from him.
Harry grunted lowly and moved his mouth back to your clit, sucking on it instantly as he rolled your bundle of nerves with his tongue. He thrust two of his thick fingers inside of you and began pumping them in and out of you quickly. His free arm draped over your hips, keeping you still and preventing you from moving away.
God, the way you tasted and the sounds of his fingers thrusting inside of you was fucking amazing. Harry felt like he could have come right there. The feel of your hands gripping his hair just urged him on and the squelching sounds of his fingers continuing to pump inside of you echoing his large bedroom.
He looked up at you, watched how your lips formed an ‘o’ shape once another loud moan escaped you. Your walls tightened around his fingers and he curled them inside of you, tongue sucking at your clit with enough pressure to tip you over the edge.
Your walls tightened.
Your body trembled.
Your eyes shut tight.
Fuck, you had come three times in the last ten hours or so and you were already exhausted.
Even if you had just woken up that morning.
Harry slowed his movements, pulled his mouth away from you as he watched his fingers slide out of you. It was shining with your slickness and he grinned, bringing it to his lips once more.
When you opened your eyes to watch him, your chest was heaving rapidly. “You’re a menace,” you laughed quietly.
Harry smirked, climbed further up the bed until he was hovering above you.
Eye to eye.
Inches from your lips touching.
“Can’t help myself around you,” Harry confessed. He pressed his hips into yours. “One look at you and I get so fucking hard.”
“Harry,” you whimpered. “I’m sensitive.”
He smirked proudly. “That’s okay,” he nodded. “Figured we both could use a bit of a break.”
“Well, this says otherwise,” you teased as you lowered your hand into his pants and wrapped your hand around his girth.
Harry’s eyes fluttered. He was throbbing and your touch provided the relief he had been seeking all morning. “You need to eat breakfast,” he whispered.
“But you didn’t—”
He smiled, his own hand coming up to your cheek. “Don’t worry about me, baby. I can assure you, I’m gonna have you so many more times throughout this weekend and today is only starting.”
Your eyes glimmered with excitement.
With anticipation.
“Promise?”
Harry chuckled, “I promise, baby. Besides, I want to see you on all fours when I fuck you from behind,” he whispered, lips brushing against your own. “I can be patient.”
You bit your lower lip. “Unbelievable.”
He smiled and then slowly pulled away, reaching for the tray once more. “Eat up, baby.”
Later that morning, your phone rang and immediately, you grabbed it from Harry’s coffee table and sat back against the sofa. He walked into the living room and smiled at you, sitting down next to you as his arm draped over the back of his couch.
You leaned against him and then clicked the button to answer the call, keeping your arm outstretched so that the phone would face the both of you.
Then, you both heard her voice.
Saw her smiling face.
“Mama! Harry!”
“Hey, baby,” you smiled.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Harry grinned.
“Today’s Saturday,” she said.
Harry nodded. “Don’t worry, Stevie. We didn’t go and get pancakes without you.”
Her eyes lit up. Her smile broadened.
“Promise?”
You laughed quietly and leaned against Harry. “We promise, baby. It won’t be the same if you weren’t there.”
“Besides, who’s gonna help me eat all the pancakes? We both know your momma likes the crepes more,” he teased.
Stevie giggled, shaking her head. “Okay, okay. Can we go next week?”
“Of course, honey,” Harry said.
“Did you eat already, baby?” You asked.
Stevie nodded. “Grandma and grandpa made me scrambled eggs and I had some fruit too!”
“Mmm, yummy,” you smiled. “You being good?”
Stevie scoffed playfully. “Duh, of course, mama.”
Then, you saw your mother come into view. Your eyes widened and immediately you looked over at Harry who was already bringing a hand up to wave.
“Hello,” he said softly.
“You must be Harry,” she smiled.
“That’d be me,” he chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Call me Maria,” your mother said. “You know, my daughter didn’t say you were this cute.”
Harry looked down at you and smiled, his eyes glimmering with so much adoration for you. “Oh, she didn’t?”
You rolled your eyes, burying your face into your hand in embarrassment. “Mom!”
Stevie and your mother giggled. Then, you heard your dad’s voice.
“Is it that Harry fella?”
Harry chuckled to himself and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. “Hello, sir.”
“Sir?” Your father chuckled. “Call me Jay.”
Harry nodded. “Jay, nice to meet you.”
“You taking care of my little girl, Harry?”
You shook your head. “Oh my god.”
Harry laughed and then kissed your temple. “Trying my best. She doesn’t let me take care of her sometimes.”
“That’s my mama!” Stevie chimed in.
You looked up at Harry, but he was grinning and obviously amused by the entire situation. You couldn’t believe this was the first time he was meeting your parents—on a fucking FaceTime call.
“Okay, okay, can I talk to my daughter now?” You teased.
Your parents laughed quietly and nodded. “We love you, honey. Harry, nice meeting you. Hope we can meet in person too.”
“I’d love that,” he said honestly. “If you want to join us for dinner tomorrow—”
“We’d love to,” your mother smiled.
You looked up at Harry and he just glanced at you with a wink. “Alright, perfect. I’ll make some reservations. Stevie, I’ll talk to you later tonight, okay sweetheart?”
“Okay, Harry, I can’t wait.”
He kissed your temple and then left you on the sofa to give you and Stevie some alone time.
“Stevie, baby…”
“Yeah, mama?”
“Miss you,” you sighed.
“Miss you too, mama,” she said with a sigh as well. “Did you and Harry have a nice time at the party yesterday?”
You nodded. “It was nice, yeah,” you answered. “What did you do with grandma and grandpa last night?”
“We watched Wall-E and had popcorn after dinner,” she grinned. “And today, we’re going to the mall.”
“Oh, the mall, huh?”
Stevie nodded. “Mhm, they promised me a toy.”
“You know you’re spoiled,” you laughed quietly.
Stevie giggled, shaking her head. “I’m not asking for a toy. They said they wanted to get me one.”
“Oh, they did, did they?”
She nodded. “Yes… and how rude would it be if I said no?”
You laughed quietly and shook your head, staring at your phone and the little girl on your screen with loving eyes. “I really miss you, baby.”
“I miss you too, mama. Are you having fun with Harry?”
“I am, baby.”
“I knew he would make you happy,” she giggled. “And I already know you make him happy.”
“How old are you again?” You teased.
Stevie giggled, staring at you from the phone. “Mama?”
“Yes, baby.”
“I like seeing you happy,” she said honestly. “And I really like Harry.”
You bit your lower lip and smiled to yourself, sighing quietly. “I wish you were here, baby, I’d scoop you up and give you a hug.”
She giggled, “You’re silly.”
“I love you.”
She smiled. “I love you too, mama.”
Harry stepped back into the living room, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you talk to Stevie. He was staring at you with a smile, eyes taking in every inch of your frame and he started thinking about the possibility of having Stevie over too.
“Can you tell Harry I said bye?” Harry heard Stevie say. He smiled to himself and walked back over to you, taking a seat back next to you. “Harry!”
“You have a good day today, okay, honey?”
She nodded. “You too, Harry. I’m excited to see you tomorrow.”
Harry smiled. “I’m excited to see you tomorrow too. I miss my Stevie cuddles.”
She grinned broadly. Her eyes glimmered with such excitement. “I miss my Harry hugs too,” Stevie giggled.
You bit your lower lip and watched the two of them interact—how easy it was for them both to slip into such a normal relationship.
“Okay, I gotta go now! Love you, mama! See you, Harry!”
Then, the call ended and you set your phone aside.
You looked up at Harry and bit your lower lip, arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you slowly moved to straddle his hips against the couch. “You met my parents.”
“I did,” he smiled, hands now resting on your hips. “And you met mine.”
“We’re moving fast.”
“Are we?” Harry chuckled. “I think we aren’t moving fast enough.”
“Oh?”
He nodded, biting his lower lip as he felt you roll your hips slowly. “But I don’t want to scare you away.”
“You could never,” you whispered, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his. “I mean, we both confessed last night.”
“The next step then is for you to move in,” he grinned.
You stopped moving.
Moved your hands to rest on the back of the couch.
You kept your eyes locked with his.
He was still grinning.
“You’re serious.”
Harry nodded. “I want it all—I want everything with you, but…”
“But?”
“I want to make sure that you’re comfortable. I’m a patient man, baby,” he reassured. “But I just want to let you know where I stand.”
“You’re really sure…”
“I am,” he answered. “We’ll just take it day by day,” Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist and standing up from the couch. You wrapped your legs around him and locked your ankles together as your arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders. “And right now… I’m thinking we should go and take a shower together.”
You smiled, biting your lower lip. “Oh, good idea. Gotta save water.”
“I don’t know if we’ll be saving water…” He grinned, tilting his head upwards to begin peppering kisses along the side of your neck.
You gasped at the feel of his lips and moved one hand to the back of his head, carding your fingers through his hair. “H—Harry…”
“Yeah, gonna take my time with you,” he growled, gently biting down against the side of your neck and sucking on it afterwards as he walked you towards the bathroom.
Harry ran the loofah over your naked body carefully, watching the suds bubble on your soft skin. He bit his lower lip and reached down with his free hand to begin stroking himself at the sight of you. The water was running down your body and you tilted your head back, eyes shut, and hair stroked back.
He stepped closer, ran the loofah over your breasts. You whimpered and reached down to wrap a hand around his manhood. It was warm and hard in your hand and you smiled to yourself, slowly opening your eyes to look at him.
“Clean?” you asked.
He nodded, eyes fluttering at the feel of your hand stroking him so slowly. “Clean,” he confirmed.
“Let me thank you,” you smiled and moved to kneel down in front of him. You looked up at him, licking your lower lip in anticipation as one of his hands moved into your hair.
“You look real fucking pretty like this,” he growled.
“Oh yeah?” you asked, leaning forward to gently wrap your lips around his tip. You tasted his precome immediately and lapped it with your tongue, keeping your eyes on him without breaking the gaze. You watched the way his eyes fluttered and the way he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.
“Yeah, baby,” Harry groaned. He pushed his hips forward for you to take more of him inside of your mouth. “Fuck, that feels good…”
You began to stroke the base of his length as you took more of him, tongue flattening on the underside of his manhood. Harry moved from your hair to your cheek, thumb lightly brushing against it as he watched you grin with his fucking manhood inside of your mouth. “Naughty,” he moaned.
You winked and then moved your hands to his hips, beginning to bob your head. Harry’s eyes fell shut and he moved his hand from your cheek to your shoulder, gripping it tightly. “Fuck, baby,” he had to pull away from you abruptly, his length leaving your lips with a quiet pop!
You licked your lips and stared up at him, hands resting on your thighs as you grinned. “You never let me finish.”
Harry’s eyes opened and he looked back down at you. “You want me to finish?”
You nodded. “Want you to come in my mouth.”
He growled and then reached down to help you stand back up to your feet. Harry gripped your arm gently and turned you around, pushing you against the glass door of his shower. He kicked your feet apart and stepped up to you, hand wrapping around his length as he ran the head of his member along your slickened heat. “Can’t be saying things like that,” he whispered, leaning over you.
“No? Why not?” you gasped, feeling his tip slide into you before he pulled out. You looked over your shoulder at him, hands resting against the glass door as you looked at him.
“Because,” Harry whispered, repeating the same motion of sliding into you fully only to pull out completely. “I’d come wherever you want me to,” he added.
“Even inside?” You asked, biting your lower lip.
Harry’s eyes widened as he looked at you. “Serious?” His heart stammered in excitement. “You’d let me do that?”
You nodded and reached back to pull him back into you. “I trust you.”
“Fuck me,” he groaned, sliding into you as he moved one hand to your hip. Harry’s lips rested against the shell of your ear, grunting quietly as he began to thrust into you slowly. “Gonna fill you up, baby, gonna watch my fucking come drip down your legs.”
“Harry,” you moaned, eyes falling shut as you turned to rest your forehead against the glass door. The idea of him filling you up excited you and even though you knew it was reckless, you couldn’t help but imagine what it’d feel like to walk around the rest of the day with his come still spilling out of you.
His hand gripped your hip tightly as he pulled his hips back and thrust back into you, filling you to the hilt with each push inside. Harry felt like you were made for him—how easily it was that your body fit against him, or how eager you sucked him back inside greedily. It was like your body was craving him just as much as he was.
“Gonna come so deep inside of you that you’ll feel me for the rest of the day,” Harry groaned, nipping at your ear as his thrusts picked up in speed. The sound of skin slapping against skin radiated throughout his entire bathroom and it mixed in with your loud moans—it sounded fucking angelic. “That’s it, baby, fuck yes,” he growled, leaning back when he watched you slowly begin to push back against him.
“Fuck,” you moaned, eyes shut tight as you braced yourself against the screen door. You bounced back into him and you gasped in surprise when you felt one of his hands come down to smack your ass.
“Oh fuck,” Harry groaned. “You like that, huh? Want me to fucking mark you up, hm?” He delivered another harsh slap, feeling you push back against him eagerly.
“Harry, baby,” you panted breathlessly, legs beginning to tremble as you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck me…”
Harry bit his lower lip and watched your ass jiggle with every push back against him. He moved both hands to your hips and suddenly began to hammer into you, the water from the shower still running down your bodies. He leaned over you, lips hovering near your ear as he grunted lowly. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby. Can’t get enough of this fucking sweet pussy,” he growled. “Gonna spend the rest of the weekend buried inside of you. Fuck, you feel what you do to me?”
Harry’s hips rolled up into you and your walls tightened even further around his length as you finally reached your orgasm. You collapsed against the glass door, but Harry moved his hands from your hips to wrap around you, bringing you flush against him. His hips pounded into yours relentlessly, the feel of your walls so tight around him helping push him over the edge.
“B—baby, I’m gonna come, fuck,” Harry groaned, suddenly pulling out as he stroked himself a few more times before coming onto your ass. He lowered his gaze, watched his come slowly wash away from your ass with the help of the water running down your bodies. “Fuck,” he moaned.
When you turned around, you looked up at Harry and moved your hands to his chest. You stepped up to him and gently pecked his lips, pulling away slowly. “You didn’t come inside of me.”
Harry chuckled, moving a hand to your waist. “Wasn’t sure if you really meant it…”
“I did.”
“Really?”
You nodded. “I have an IUD, Harry.”
He blinked.
You laughed quietly. “But if you don’t want to—”
“No no, I do. I really fucking do,” Harry interrupted. “The idea of coming inside of you just—it excites me, but I also want to make sure that it’s really what you want.”
“The IUD is very effective,” you said quietly. “The likelihood of getting pregnant is… it’s slim.”
Harry nodded, moving his hand from your hip to your cheek. “Wouldn’t mind getting you pregnant,” he teased.
You bit your lower lip and let a small smile line your lips. “We really aren’t doing things the right way, are we?”
Harry chuckled. “Nope, but it feels right with you. Everything about it—it just feels right.”
“So in love with you,” you grinned. “You have no idea.”
Harry felt his heart skip a beat.
His arms moved to tighten around you as he pulled you flush against him.
“I think I have an idea,” he smiled. “I’ve never been happier, baby.”
You smiled and then leaned over to turn the water off, gently reaching up to push his hair back and away from his face. “How about we get out of the shower and dry off?”
“Sounds like a good idea,” he chuckled. “Spend the rest of the day in bed?”
You nodded, lightly pecking his lips. “As long as I get to wear your shirt.”
“It’d be better if you’re wearing nothing.”
You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled away from him to open the glass door. “We both know that if I’m naked, you’re gonna be all over me.”
Harry bit his lower lip and then reached down to slap your ass lightly. You gasped and looked over his shoulder at him. “So, what’s the issue with that?” He laughed.
“You’re ridiculous,” you smiled, stepping out of the shower and handing him one towel before you took one for yourself.
“Not ridiculous,” he said, stepping out of the shower and beginning to dry off. “Just a man who’s so deeply in love with you.”
Harry wrapped the towel around his waist and then slapped your ass once more, winking in your direction before he led you out of the bathroom and towards his closet.
Later that night, both you and Harry were eating pizza in bed, laughing amongst one another. It had been a very eventful day—neither of you left his penthouse, too engrossed in each other to even bother leaving. You had lost count how many times you came and despite the sensitivity you felt between your legs, you still wanted more.
Still yearned for more of him.
“Okay, dream wedding—go,” you told him, sitting cross-legged across from him. He was wearing striped pajama pants and a dark t-shirt and you were only wearing one of his old shirts and a pair of panties. Being here like this with him felt like any other night and it surprised you at how easy it was to slip into this kind of domesticated routine.
“Hmm,” Harry said, taking a bite of his pizza slice before he set it down and wiped his mouth. “I’d want a small wedding.”
“Really?” You asked, smiling. “Surprising.”
“Why? Because my family likes to throw really big parties?” He teased.
“That’s exactly why,” you laughed quietly. “I don’t know. Just figured you’d want a big wedding, that’s all.”
Harry shook his head with a smile. “The only people I’d want at my wedding are people that I love and care about,” he answered. “People that know the real me. What about you?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “I think I kind of gave up hope that I’d ever get married a long time ago.”
Harry tilted his head and reached out to rest a hand over yours. He ran his thumb across the back of your hand and stared directly into your eyes. “I did too.”
“And… do you still? You asked hesitantly.
Harry smiled.
His brown eyes twinkled as he stared at you.
Then, he answered. “I think I’m feeling much more hopeful now than ever before.”
The heat rose in your cheeks.
You slowly moved to straddle his hips, hands coming up to rest on his cheeks.
“Funny,” you whispered. “Because just until recently, the idea of getting married… it excites me.”
“Really?” Harry asked, eyebrows shooting up in anticipation. “Is it because—”
“Yeah,” you interrupted. “Because when I look at you, I see a happy life, Harry.”
He smiled and then slowly rolled you onto your back. Harry moved both hands to rest on the mattress at either side of you and leaned down to brush his nose with yours. Quietly, he said. “And when I look at you, I see my future, baby.”
summary: you meet harry's family and unexpected guest makes an appearance.
pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader
characters: harry castillo, fem!reader, harry's family (lourdes = mom, daniel = dad), brief cameo from lucy
content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ MDNI), protected piv, slow and sensual, missionary, cowgirl, light dirty talk, reader's insecurities coming back, self-conscious about harry's money, family dynamics, brief discussions about past relationships, no use of y/n.
word count: 7k
a/n: alright y'all, THE TIME IS FINALLY HERE!!! wanted to post this one a day early bc i have been dreaming about writing this chapter ever since i created the outline for this story. btw, had to name harry's mom after my great-grandma who was a strong ass woman who taught me to never judge a book by its cover and to lead with my heart, always. ALSO, please listen to this song when you get to the smut scene bc honestly every time i listened to it, all i could think about was harry and reader and their first time together. i know this story has been all fluff, but we are entering angst territory, so buckle in. hope y'all enjoy <3
part 9. - part 11. | series masterlist.
song: by your side by sade
“So, it’s just me and you this weekend?” Harry asked over the phone.
“Yup,” you answered excitedly. “My parents have Stevie for the weekend, so I’m all yours.”
“And you’re still okay with spending the weekend with me?”
“Of course,” you replied, packing a small bag of extra clothes and toiletries. “And you’re still fine with taking me as your date to your brother’s baby shower?”
“They can’t wait to meet you, baby,” he smiled to himself. “My mother especially.”
“I’m nervous,” you laughed quietly. “What if they don’t expect someone like me?”
“They won’t expect someone like you,” he said. “Because you’re better than anyone I’ve ever brought home for them to meet.”
You zipped up your duffle bag and then set it down, lying back on your bed as you stared up at the ceiling. In just a few hours, Harry would pick you up to get ready at his place for his brother’s baby shower.
You had bought a sleek black dress that you planned to return and heels that were way out of budget just for this party. You wanted to fit in, wanted to feel like you belonged in Harry’s circle. Even when you tried on the dress and the heels, it didn’t feel like it was entirely you. You looked good—you knew that for sure—but it didn’t feel like the same person was looking back at you.
“You’re just saying that,” you finally said. Since the last time you had seen him, you remembered what he said.
I think I’m in love with you.
You didn’t know if it was because it was the heat of the moment or if he really meant it, but you didn’t dare bring it up.
Because if he didn’t mean it, you knew that there would be a small piece of you that would be disappointed.
Because if you were being honest with yourself, you were falling so fast for him.
“No, I mean it, baby.” He said softly. “Besides, after the baby shower, it’ll just be me and you the rest of the weekend.”
“Yeah?” You asked.
“Yeah, baby, and I can’t wait to fall asleep with you next to me,” he smiled. “And I can’t wait for you to be the first thing I wake up to.”
“Okay, okay, get over here and pick me up already,” you laughed quietly. “I’ll be ready by the time you get here.”
“Okay, baby,” he said. “I’ll see you soon.”
By the time Harry had come by to pick you up, you were staring at yourself in the mirror. You had purchased a sleeveless black mid-length polka dot dress with a boat neckline and black heels to go with it. It was modest enough but still showcased your curves, but even as you felt good in the dress and heels, you couldn’t help but the feeling that lingered in the pit of your stomach and the questions that began to fill your thoughts.
Was it fancy enough?
Would you stand out?
Would you even belong?
You had felt so out of place at dinner with Harry, so you began to wonder if you’d also feel out of place at a family party.
Because if you did, then there was no way this was going to work.
You heard the ring of your doorbell and you walked out of your bedroom and down the hall, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor. When you opened the front door to see him standing on the other side with a large grin and a fancy tuxedo, you smiled and all of the noise inside your head quieted.
All that mattered was him.
“Hi,” you said quietly.
“Hey,” he smiled, stepping forward to wrap his arms around your waist. “You look amazing.”
“Is it okay?” You asked, your arms snaking around his neck. “It’s enough, right?”
“Baby, you could be wearing a t-shirt and jeans and it’d be enough,” he whispered, leaning down to peck your lips. Slowly, Harry pulled away to take your hand and twirl you in front of him.
“You know what I mean,” you said.
“I know,” he nodded, gently pulling you back to him. “You look great. It’s more than enough.”
“Oh, I also bought a gift for your brother and his wife,” you smiled, pecking his lips before you left his arms to retrieve the small gift bag on your kitchen counter. “It’s a keepsake memory book,” you said softly. “To document the first five years of the baby’s life. My mom gave me one when I found out I was having Stevie and I’ve documented everything ever since. Do you think it’s okay?”
Harry bit his lower lip and reached down to cup your cheek. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “I think the gift is perfect.”
“It’s not extravagant or anything, but… memories are priceless. I go through Stevie’s book all the time and—”
“It’s perfect, baby,” Harry repeated. “They’re gonna love it.”
“You think so?” You asked, staring up at him with hopefully eyes. “Because if not, I’m sure I can—”
Harry interrupted you by pressing his lips firmly against yours. One hand moved to your hip as he smiled against your lips, slowly beginning to move his own with yours. “It’s fine,” he mumbled. “The gift is perfect, baby,” he repeated, slowly pulling away. “Now, let’s go to this party before I decide we can’t make it.”
You laughed quietly and then pulled back to look at him from top to bottom. “So, I’m spending the night this weekend.”
“You are,” he smirked. “And I’ve got so many things I wanna do to you,” Harry winked. “Let’s just get through this party and then it’s me and you for the rest of the weekend.”
You nodded and then moved your hands to the lapel of his suit jacket. Slowly, you leaned up and pecked his lips. “If I’m being honest, I’m a bit nervous.”
“For the party?”
You nodded. “To meet your family.”
“They’re gonna love you,” he whispered reassuringly. “Because they’ll see how happy you make me.”
“But what if… what if I don’t fit in?”
Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Fit in?”
“Baby,” you sighed. “You’re… you’re rich and well, I’m not. My family parties don’t require dress codes,” you whispered.
Harry nodded, biting his lower lip as his hands moved to rest on your hips. “I get it,” he sighed. “But all I care about tonight is you. If you’re feeling uncomfortable, just let me know and we can leave.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“But it’s your family—”
“And they’ll understand,” he interrupted softly.
“Okay,” you nodded. “But I’m going to try and not let it get to me.”
Harry smiled and then pecked your lips lightly, pulling away slowly. “Come on, let’s get going.”
You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you certainly wasn’t expecting a rented out ballroom for a baby shower. Harry made sure to keep a tight hold on your hand, keeping you close to his side as you both walked in. It was extravagant, too fucking extravagant. You remembered your own baby shower all those years ago and it certainly didn’t look like this.
“Let’s put the gift on the table,” he whispered, leading you towards a table where there was already an overflow of gifts. Even the wrapping and gift bags that other people used looked fancy in comparison to yours.
“I know it’s a baby shower, but I’m sure there’s a bar somewhere?” You asked, looking up at Harry.
“Yeah, baby, come on.” Harry released your hand only to rest his own on your lower back. It was grounding—his touch. Because as you looked around and smiled politely, you couldn’t help but the lingering feeling in the pit of your stomach.
You didn’t belong here.
It was like you could hear and see people’s judgement when they looked at you.
You didn’t belong alongside Harry.
Even under all the makeup and the clothes and heels that you were wearing, it seemed like everyone seemed to look past it.
Like they could see who you really were.
“Can we get two glasses of wine, please?” Harry asked the bartender. He turned to you and then gently reached up to rest a hand on your cheek. “Relax, baby.”
You looked up at him, lower lip pulled between your teeth. “Trying to.”
“People are looking at you because of how fucking gorgeous you are,” he reassured. “Trust me. If any judgment is being passed, it’s on me.”
You shook your head. “You’re ridiculous. That’s not true at all.”
“It is true,” he whispered. “They’re probably thinking… What is that woman doing with someone like him? Surely, she can do better…”
You rolled your eyes and then gently moved your hands to his chest. “Not true,” you repeated.
Harry smiled. “Well, that's what I’m thinking.”
You smiled to yourself and then leaned up to peck his lips. He knew just the right words to say to calm you down, to quiet the noise in your head.
“Two glasses of wine, Mr. Castillo,” the bartender interrupted quietly. He slid the two glasses across the counter and Harry took one to hand to you gently.
“Here’s to you and me, baby.”
You smiled, clinking your glass with his and taking a small sip. You leaned into him afterwards, feeling his arm wrap around your waist.
Harry couldn’t stop staring at you. He used to hate his family parties, hated having to say hello to people he only saw at these things. He hated having to put up a facade, but with you by his side, he felt more at ease—felt like he could truly be himself. He didn’t even notice the looks he was receiving because all he could focus on was you.
He hadn’t seen his parents yet, hadn’t seen his brother or his sister-in-law, but he was already counting down the minutes until you both were able to leave and go back to his penthouse.
Harry was eagerly excited for what was going to happen this weekend. He knew you had been trying to work with his schedule, but he kept telling you that he wanted your first time with him to be perfect. He had it all planned out. There were going to be roses scattered on the floor of his penthouse that led to his room, candles lit up all around, and he’d spend the rest of the night catering to you.
Showing you how much you already meant to him.
And he kept thinking back to the fact that he already let it slip.
I think I’m in love with you.
Because the truth was, Harry didn’t think he was in love with you.
He already knew he was.
But you hadn’t brought it up, hadn’t said it back, but Harry didn’t want to push you. He could say it was because it was the heat of the moment, but he knew it was more than that.
He was in love with you, so goddamn deeply in love with you.
“I can’t believe there’s a dance floor and a band,” you smiled. “My baby shower wasn’t anything like this.”
Harry chuckled. “My parents like to go all out,” he confessed. “But I wouldn’t have minded something more intimate.”
“So,” you whispered. “Where are your parents?”
Suddenly, you felt a hand on your upper back that didn’t belong to Harry. You turned slowly and gazed upon an older looking couple with kind eyes and a warm smile.
“Speaking of them,” Harry chuckled, releasing his hold on you to give his mother a hug and kiss and the same to his father. “Mom, dad,” he said softly, pulling away and immediately pulling you back to his side. “This is my girlfriend,” he grinned, saying your name as he looked down at you.
“Ah,” his mother smiled. “The woman who captured my son’s heart,” she teased, gently pulling you into a hug. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“Mrs. Castillo,” you smiled, returning the hug and immediately feeling at ease with her nearby. “It’s nice to meet you too.”
“We’ve heard a lot about you,” his father grinned knowingly, winking in your direction. “But please, call us Lourdes and Daniel.”
You nodded and then said, “All good things, I hope.” .
Lourdes nodded. “All good things,” she reassured with a smile. “Harry tells us that you have a little one of your own?”
You grinned. Talking about Stevie always put you at ease, always managed to calm you down. With Harry’s hand on your lower back, you let out a breath. “I do, her name’s Stevie.”
“Stevie?” Daniel asked.
“Big fan of Stevie Wonder,” you laughed.
“That’s so sweet,” Lourdes said with a smile. “My husband loves Otis Redding, isn’t that right, honey?”
Daniel chuckled with a nod. “That’s right, baby,” he smiled, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
Harry grinned. “We actually danced to one of his songs on our date,” he said, looking down at you as if he was reminiscing about that moment.
“Ah, These Arms of Mine?” Daniel chuckled.
“That’s the one,” you smiled, leaning against Harry.
Lourdes looked between the both of you with a knowing look. She hadn’t ever seen Harry like this—so deeply in love with a longing gaze in his eyes. “How old is Stevie?”
“She’s five,” you answered. “In kindergarten.”
Harry nodded. “And she’s a firecracker,” he laughed.
“That she is,” you smiled. “Likes to ask tons of questions.”
Lourdes and Daniel looked at each other and then back at both you and Harry with a smile. “We hope to meet her someday,” Lourdes said softly.
You nodded, smiling over at her. “I think she’d love that.”
Harry felt like he was floating on a cloud. Everything was going so smoothly and he watched how you were easily conversing with his parents, laughing amongst each other like you had done this so many times before. He caught his mother’s gaze and she winked, causing heat to rise in his cheeks.
Harry knew that his mother was aware of just how strongly he felt for you.
“So, tell us,” Daniel said. “What do you do?”
You bit your lower lip. Suddenly, you felt very self-conscious about what you did for a living. A manager at a diner seemed way too simple for a family who owned their own business empire.
“I—I’m a manager at a diner,” you said quietly. “It’s nothing like owning your own business, but—”
Lourdes smiled softly. She reached out and touched your forearm. “You don’t need to explain yourself to us, honey. We know the value of hard work. Own business or not,” she reasoned. “Besides, I bet your diner has amazing milkshakes.”
“It does!” Harry said with a grin.
You laughed quietly, feeling more and more at ease. You had assumed that they would be very judgmental, very materialistic, but they were the complete opposite.
“Well, I do love a good milkshake,” Daniel grinned.
“Not with your blood sugar,” Lourdes chuckled.
“Oh come on, once in a while wouldn’t hurt.”
“Milkshakes are better shared anyway,” you smiled.
Daniel chuckled and then held Lourdes closer to his side. “Yeah, that’s right. See, baby. We can share a milkshake.”
“And play Otis Redding in the back,” you added with a quiet giggle.
Lourdes grinned, looking at you and then back at Daniel. “It’d be like old times…”
“I know that’s right,” he smiled.
“Okay,” Harry chuckled. He had always seen the look of love shared between his parents, but it just felt more amplified now, especially with you by his side. “Maybe take it down a notch, yeah?”
“Oh come on,” Daniel laughed. “I just love your mother.”
Lourdes grinned, kissing his cheek. “He’s a sweet talker, this one.”
“Ah, so I know where Harry gets it from then,” you teased.
Harry smiled and leaned down to kiss your temple. You leaned back against his chest as his arm snaked around your waist from behind.
“I like you,” Daniel chuckled. “You’re gonna keep my boy on his toes.”
Lourdes smiled. “I think she already is,” she whispered.
You bit your lower lip and then looked up at Harry, surprised to see him already gazing down at you. “Thank you for letting me come, by the way. It’s an amazing party.”
“But it’s all a bit too much, isn’t it?” Lourdes chuckled, glancing around. “My baby shower was never this extravagant.”
“Mine neither,” you smiled. “But it’s still a beautiful party.”
“Thank you,” Lourdes smiled. “Well let you two go and catch up later. It was really nice meeting you, honey.”
You nodded and then pulled away from Harry to give her a hug and his father as well.
Harry moved to hug his mother, hearing her quietly whisper into his ear.
“She’s beautiful, honey. She’s amazing too.”
Harry pulled back and looked down at her. “Right?”
“And you’re in love,” Lourdes said quietly, reaching up to cup her cheek.
“I am,” he nodded, his eyes gazing at you lovingly. “I really am.”
Later that night, you were feeling more comfortable. You had already met Harry’s brother and his sister-in-law and they also surprised you at how down to earth they were too. You had made assumptions about these people that turned out to be completely wrong.
You were beginning to feel like you could finally fit in Harry’s circle. Even if you did come from a different background, it was a relief at how easy it was to talk with his family.
But it wasn’t until another woman—a woman who looked like she belonged in this type of circle of people—approached Harry. You had been at the bar, leaning against the counter. You told Harry that you’d get the drinks this time, to give him a moment to catch up with other family members that he hadn’t gotten a chance with yet.
But when you saw her walk towards him with effortless confidence, you felt your stomach drop. All eyes turned to her, but it wasn’t like they were judging her either. It was like she captured the room’s attention.
And she knew it too.
You saw the way she rested her hand on his shoulder—how familiar it all seemed. He looked surprised to see her, but he still leaned in to kiss her cheek with his hand on her waist. It seemed too normal, like they had done this before.
It wasn’t until Harry’s brother sauntered to you that you stood upright and cleared your throat.
“You doing okay?” He followed your gaze and let out a sigh.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” you answered. “How about you?”
“These parties tire me out,” he laughed quietly. “I would’ve loved to have a smaller party than this, but Charlotte… well, she wanted something bigger.”
“Well, she is the one that’s going to have to push a baby outside of her,” you smiled.
“Guess you’re right,” he chuckled. He noticed the way you hadn’t taken your eyes off Harry and the other woman. “You know who that is?”
You shook your head. “A friend?”
“Ex,” he whispered. “Ex-girlfriend.”
“Oh,” you said quietly. “That’s nice that they’re still friends…”
“I mean, they did end things amicably, but still,” his brother shrugged. “I’m surprised honestly. Harry was gonna propose to her.”
You cleared your throat and finally tore your gaze away from them to look up at Harry’s brother. “What?”
“Shit,” he sighed. “You didn’t know.”
You shook your head.
“They weren’t really serious—”
“He was going to propose to her,” you interrupted quietly. “That seems pretty serious to me.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” he shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” you said.
“If it means anything…” he said softly, hand reaching out to rest on your forearm reassuringly. “I’ve never seen my brother look at a woman the way he looks at you. Not even Lucy.”
Lucy.
You didn’t know what Harry and Lucy were talking about, but even she was getting too close to him for comfort. It wasn’t until he pointed in your direction that you felt both of their eyes on you.
Her smile seemed forced.
But you returned one of your own.
You felt the walls closing in on you. Lucy was staring at you from top to bottom, like she was analyzing you and it was just too much. Lucy was the type of woman that Harry was supposed to be with. She fit in his crowd more than you did, so you excused yourself from his brother and left the counter of the bar.
You needed to leave. It felt too good to be true.
This felt too good to be true.
Harry felt too good to be true.
Better to part ways now than later.
So, you kept walking… and walking until you saw the doors that would lead you to the front of the building. You didn’t even bother to get your coat—you just wanted to go home.
You felt tears sting your eyes because reality started to settle in. You wouldn’t have ever fit into Harry’s world. Lucy, on the other hand, would have fit perfectly.
And you weren’t usually the jealous type either, but there was something in the way she was looking at you that made you feel uncomfortable.
So, you left. You stepped outside.
Harry should’ve known that Lucy was going to be here. After all, Charlotte was her former client and a success story for Adore. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised to see her though. The last time he had seen her was her wedding with John, but now, she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.
And she was looking at him with the same look when they were together.
“Harry,” she smiled, hand on the lapel of his jacket. “You look good.”
“Lucy,” he repeated. “You’re here.” He leaned in when she gave a light kiss on his cheek and his hand darted out to her hip out of habit.
She nodded and glanced around the room. “Can’t believe Charlotte’s pregnant.”
“Yeah, well,” he shrugged. “Guess that’s what happens when you get married, right?”
“You look good,” she repeated, her eyes taking him in. “Heard you tried Adore’s services.”
“Yeah, didn’t work out,” Harry replied, pulling back slightly. In the back of his mind, he was already thinking of you.
“You should’ve been my client,” she laughed confidently. “I would’ve paired you well with someone… perfect for you.”
Harry chuckled dryly. “Right. And you? You and John doing well?”
She shrugged, looked down at her hands before she looked back up at him. “On a break,” Lucy said. “Trying to figure some things out.”
“Kind of too late for that, isn’t it?” Harry said, moving his hands into his pockets. “I mean, you married the guy.”
Lucy sighed. “We’re figuring things out,” she repeated. “Are you—are you seeing someone?”
Harry nodded instantly. A smile lined his lips. He scanned the crowd before his eyes settled on you at the bar. He pointed in your direction, but noticed the look on your face.
“Yeah, that’s her,” he replied.
Lucy turned. Harry watched her eye you up and down and it didn’t take long before you turned on your heel. Harry’s brother shrugged his shoulders, mouthed I’m sorry before he understood how it must have looked.
“She’s… different,” Lucy said. “Is she compatible?”
“Yes, she is,” Harry spat. “And love’s on the table because it’s easy with her,” he continued, referencing back to their last conversation before Lucy broke it off. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—”
“Harry—”
“You made your choice, Lucy,” Harry interrupted. “And besides, proposing to you would have been a mistake. We’re compatible, but we’re not meant for each other.”
Then, he walked away from Lucy.
And walked towards your direction.
When he got to the bar, he got a glimpse of you walking towards the entrance. He sighed and heard his brother say, “I told her you were going to propose. I’m sorry. I didn’t know—”
“It’s okay,” Harry replied. “It’s not your fault. I should’ve told her.”
“Go,” he said, nodding his head. “Go and get her, Harry.”
“Tell Charlotte we’re sorry we had to leave so soon,” Harry sighed, already beginning to walk away.
“You’re in love, man,” his brother grinned. “You don’t even have to apologize.”
It was raining.
But by the time you stepped outside, you immediately soaked, wearing a dress that you now couldn’t return and heels that were way too expensive.
But you didn’t care about any of that.
You just wanted to get home, just wanted to leave this fucking party that you had no business attending.
You didn’t even hear him come after you, but Harry ran outside, his black and white suit immediately becoming wet from the rain that was pouring down. He reached out for you, hand gently touching your arm, but you pulled away.
He hated the look you gave him when you turned around.
“Baby—”
“Stop,” you shook your head. “Just—I’m going to go home.”
“Baby,” Harry repeated. He didn’t care if it was raining, didn’t care if he was wet. “Let me take you home then. It’s fucking raining and you’re going to get sick.”
“Lucy, huh?” You asked, staring up at him. “I know we haven’t gotten to that part of our relationship, but I’ve told you about Stevie’s dad and you didn’t even tell me about her!”
“Because there’s nothing to tell. She is nothing to me,” Harry reasoned. “Someone from my past that no longer means anything. I was just telling her about you and—”
“You were going to propose to her, Harry!” You interrupted. “That seems pretty damn serious to me!”
“It was going to be a mistake,” he whispered. “Proposing to her would have been a fucking mistake. Baby, please, you’re going to get sick and—” he repeated only to be interrupted by you.
“Why haven’t we had sex, Harry?” You asked, tears trickling down your cheeks. “I tried to make my schedule work with yours. There have been so many moments where it could have happened, but—”
“I just want it perfect,” he sighed. “For you.”
You reached up to wipe your eyes, despite the rain that was coming down. You stroked your wet hair back and away from your face as you looked up at him. “You keep saying you want it to be perfect, Harry, but I don’t need it! I don’t want perfect. God, I just fucking want you!”
Harry stared at you. Even in the rain, you looked like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He stepped closer to you and let out a breath of relief when you didn’t step back. Slowly, he reached out and touched your arm. “I’m in love with you,” he confessed. With his free hand, he stroked his hair back away from his face. “And it fucking scares me because for once, I know what it feels like and I don’t want to lose it. Don’t want to lose you.”
You stared up at him, lower lip quivering. “Harry, don’t—”
He stepped closer, both hands now on your hips. “Proposing to Lucy would have been a mistake,” he repeated. “I just thought it was something I had to do because we were compatible—on paper. The way I feel about you, baby… I’ve never felt it for anyone else in my life.”
“You don’t mean that…”
“I do,” he whispered. “And I know it’s too soon, but fuck, baby,” Harry said quietly, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours with the rain coming down on the both of you. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, all I’ve ever dreamed about.”
You felt your breath catch in your throat. He was serious. The look in his eyes told you that much. Then, you leaned in and pressed your lips firmly against him.
No one else mattered.
Because you were in love with him too.
You wouldn’t have reacted the way you did if you weren’t.
“Take me home,” you mumbled.
“Okay, I’ll take you home and—”
“Take me back to your place,” you corrected.
Harry pulled back to look down at you, deep brown eyes searching for any hesitation in yours. When he didn’t find it, he nodded and cupped your cheek. “Anything you want, baby.”
By the time you both made it up to Harry’s penthouse, you were both dripping wet. You widened your eyes, noticed the scattered rose petals that led down his long hallway and into his bedroom.
You looked at him and he was smiling, reaching for your hand.
“I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “I ruined everything and—”
“You didn’t ruin anything,” he reassured. “Now, how about we get you out of these clothes?”
You nodded, placing your hand in his and allowing him to lead you down the hallway. Anticipation hammered in your chest in tandem with the beat of your heart. You were moments away from solidifying your relationship with Harry and all of a sudden, you felt nervous.
Harry led you inside his bedroom where you noticed the rose petals on his bed and the lit up candles that surrounded the area. It was so fucking intimate… and so fucking perfect.
“Harry,” you whispered, tears brimming your eyes. No one had ever done something like this before—no one had ever made you feel this special.
He took your hand and lifted it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “I know,” he whispered. “Too much?”
You shook your head. “It’s perfect,” you said quietly. “So fucking perfect.”
Harry grinned like he had accomplished something he was working towards his entire life. He pulled you to him, one hand resting your hip and the other on your cheek. “Let me run a bath for you, okay? I bet you’re freezing.”
You nodded, but your entire body was warm and humming with anticipation. You followed him into his bathroom and watched him run the bathtub with water. It wasn’t until it was filled mostly halfway that he extended a hand out for you.
You nodded and walked towards him, undoing the straps on your heels before you turned around. “Help unzip?” You asked, biting your lower lip as you looked over your shoulder at him.
Harry nodded and stepped closer to you, slowly unzipping your dress as his fingertips grazed your newly exposed skin. When the dress was completely unzipped, you let it fall to your ankles before you turned around to face him.
Harry stared at you intensely. Eyes moving from top to bottom, bottom to top. He was memorizing every inch of your body to memory and he reached around slowly to undo the clasp of your bra.
You let it fall down your arms as you kept your eyes solely focused on him. You tucked your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and lowered it down your legs, now standing in front of him completely bare for him.
Harry cleared his throat and began undressing too, his eyes never leaving yours. It wasn’t until he stepped out of pants and boxers that you finally looked down.
He was hard.
So fucking hard and you bit your lower lip.
Harry unbuttoned his white shirt, tugged his bowtie undone and then stepped closer. His hands moved to your hips as you both stood in front of each other naked and vulnerable.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Perfect,” he continued, leaning down to pepper kisses along your collarbone.
You whimpered quietly and moved your hands to his bare chest, feeling the hardened muscles underneath your touch.
Harry moved to rest his forehead against yours and breathed quietly, hands tightening around your hips. He tried so hard to ignore his throbbing manhood that brushed against your lower abdomen, so fucking close to where he wanted you. Slowly, he pulled away and stepped into the tub and lowered himself before motioning for you to climb inside as well.
You nodded and stepped in, the warmth of the water providing a relaxing sensation that filled every inch of you. You leaned back against his chest, felt his hardened manhood against your back. But despite the tension that filled the air, you were relaxed.
This was so much more than you ever expected. He leaned down, pressed his lips lightly on your bare shoulder as his arms wrapped around you from behind.
“My parents love you,” he whispered.
“They’re great,” you said quietly, tilting your head back against his shoulder as you shut your eyes.
Harry smiled to himself and reached for the soap, beginning to lather it onto your skin. You sighed contentedly against him and he leaned down to kiss the shell of your ear, his hands coming over your breasts. You gasped quietly when he began to massage the suds against you, feeling your nipples harden against his touch.
“I meant it, you know,” Harry said, one hand dipping lower. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” Underwater, Harry’s hand lowered until it was between your legs, pads of his fingertips slowly beginning to rub circles against your clit.
You gasped, moved one hand underneath to grasp his forearm. “Harry,” you whimpered.
“Yeah, baby?” He asked, lips hovering near your ear and breath blowing against it. “Feel good?”
“Feels great,” you moaned quietly.
“Good,” he whispered huskily, gently nipping at your earlobe as he continued to apply pressure against your bundle of nerves until one finger slid into your depths. He growled against your ear, one hand coming up to massage your breast into the pit of his palm. “Been dreaming about this,” he confessed. “Been dreaming about you.”
“This is p—perfect,” you whimpered, hips arching upwards as you felt his finger move in and out of you slowly. “You’re perfect, Harry,” you gasped.
Harry smiled and then slowly pulled his hand away from you. He watched you turn around in his lap, your own hands coming underneath the water to begin stroking his length. The water in the tub tipped over onto the tiled floor, but he didn’t care.
He just wanted you.
Now.
And for the rest of his life.
After half an hour, both you and Harry stepped out of the tub and dried off with towels that were nearby. Then, he led you into his bedroom and set you down against the edge of his mattress. The candles were the perfect amount of light to illuminate just you and him. He watched you scramble backwards until you were lying in the middle of the bed. He climbed on top of you slowly, both hands coming down to rest on either side of your head as he settled himself between your legs.
Neither of you broke the gaze. You kept your eyes locked with his and your mouth parted when you finally felt the head of his manhood brush against you. You gasped, one hand coming up to his chest and around his neck.
“Condom,” you whispered.
Harry nodded and pulled back to reach in his nightstand. He grabbed a condom and tore it open, slowly lowering the latex onto his manhood. He watched your eyes linger downwards and he smiled, grasping the base of his length.
He ran the head of his manhood along the slit of your opening, biting his lower lip at the feel of you against him. He had been looking forward to this for so long and now that it was here, Harry didn’t want to rush it.
He looked around the room then back at you.
You belonged here.
With him.
You had been the one that was missing in his life.
Because Harry meant it.
It was easy with you.
It had always been.
“Harry?” You said quietly, propping yourself up on your forearms.
“Yeah, baby?” He asked, notching himself at your entrance.
Not yet quite pushing in.
But waiting.
Lingering.
“I’m in love with you too,” you confessed. “And it scares me because if you break my heart… I don’t think I’d ever fully recover.”
Harry felt the butterflies in the pit of his stomach.
Felt his heart beat out of his chest.
Then, he smiled.
And he slowly pushed inside of you.
Eyes still locked with yours.
“I wouldn’t ever dream of breaking your heart,” he whispered, one hand on your hip now and the other coming up to cup your cheek as he continued to push inside of you.
You nodded, lips parting at the stretch of his manhood. You hadn’t been with anyone since Stevie’s dad and that was more than five years ago. The way Harry felt inside of you, throbbing warmth beginning to move in and out of you slowly—it was like he was made to do this with you.
Because even with the slight pressure and pain that you felt when he pushed into you fully, you couldn’t help but feel like this was where you belonged all along.
With him.
You lied back, gently taking him with you as you felt his body press against yours. Harry’s hips continued to roll against you, the feel of his throbbing manhood inside of you causing you to finally break the gaze to shut your eyes.
Quiet moans left your lips and mixed with his hushed groans.
Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The way your face scrunched up in pleasure that he was causing. And the way you felt around him? It was fucking perfect.
You were so tight around him, sucking him in with every thrust he delivered.
“Fuck,” he groaned, forehead resting against yours. “You were fucking made for me,” he whispered.
You gasped, arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you held him firmly against you. Harry’s thrusts were slow and deep, like he was fucking you slowly into his mattress. You felt so full of him, even when he pulled out, he didn’t give you much of a break before he thrust back into you.
“Gonna spend the entire night—” he groaned, burying his face against your neck. “The entire fucking weekend worshipping you,” Harry promised, hands coming down to grip your hips. He delivered a hard thrust, filling you to the hilt before he pulled his hips back. “God, you feel so fucking good around me,” he continued, thrusting back into you.
Your nails dug into his back, your ankles locking together at his lower back. You felt the pressure build in the pit of your stomach. Harry’s lips began to pepper kisses along the side of your neck and down to your collarbone. You knew he was close too—his thrusts becoming more sporadic and rough.
Slowly, you rolled him onto his back and ground your hips into him. His hands moved to your hips as he stared up at you with wide eyes, surprised at the change in position. You smiled, hands moving to his chest to brace yourself as you began to roll your hips forward and backwards.
Harry groaned—not only at the feel of you, but at the sight of you on top of him. You were fucking gorgeous, like a dream, and he was the luckiest man alive. The way you were using him to chase your own release was nothing like he’d ever seen before.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, gripping your hips and guiding you along his length. “Fuck, you look amazing.”
You moaned, tilting your head back as you continued to roll your hips. Slowly, you began to bounce along his length with his guidance, feeling every inch of his throbbing manhood slide against your walls.
Harry whimpered at the sight of you. Suddenly, he sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face buried against your chest. You continued to roll your hips, feeling yourself slide further onto him.
This was just as intimate.
Just as close.
Bodies pressed against one another.
Shallow breaths becoming one.
“Harry,” you moaned aloud. “I—I’m close, I’m gonna—”
“Yeah,” he growled, rolling his hips up into you. “Come for me, baby,” he cooed, moving his lips around one of your nipples to suckle on.
He felt the pit of his stomach tighten.
Felt himself get closer and closer to the edge of release.
“H—Harry!” you moaned, your hips ceasing its movements entirely as you tossed your head back. Your walls tightened even further around him as your body trembled slightly against him.
Harry held you to him and then rolled you onto your back, giving himself a chance to thrust into you repeatedly. It was sloppy, quick and short because after a few more thrusts, Harry felt the pressure unfold.
His hips stuttered.
His body shook.
He came into the condom as he remained inside of you.
The warmth and tightness of your walls made him groan when he slowly pulled out.
Harry looked down, pulled the condom off his manhood and tied it at the end. He leaned over, tossed it into the trash before pulling you into his arms.
He was breathing heavily.
You were looking at him with a small smile.
“Worth the wait,” he chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“Definitely worth the wait,” you repeated.
“I hope you’re able to take a nap,” Harry smiled, eyes gazing down at your bare front and back up. “Because the night is far from over.”
You grinned. “Promise?”
Harry nodded. “Oh, I promise because I’m thinking I’d love to see you on top of me again.”
You felt the heat in your cheeks as you stared up at him. “It did feel good…”
“It felt great and you looked amazing.”
You smiled and leaned up to peck his lips. “Harry?”
“Hmm?”
“Wherever this leads us,” you whispered. “I’m all in too.”
He smiled to himself. He felt relief flood his veins.
Because for once in his life, Harry was hopeful.
And for the first time, Harry was in love.
However, what you and Harry failed to notice when you both left the baby shower, was Lucy watching the both of you with arms crossed over her chest.
summary: harry takes you and stevie out to breakfast, and you both tell your little girl the news.
pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader
characters: harry castillo, fem!reader, and her daughter stevie
content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ MDNI), dirty talk via facetime, fluff, flirting, harry just slips into being such a girl dad, harry calls stevie honey and sweetheart/sweetie, both reader and harry are smitten, no use of y/n.
word count: 5k
a/n: thank y'all for waiting!! i know this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but work's been kinda crazy lately. anyway, i'm gonna stop yapping about my life and say that this chapter was sooo much fun to write! and that last line??? 😮💨 hope y'all enjoy! <33
part 8. - part 10. | series masterlist.
“Mama,” Stevie said, snuggling closer to you in bed. It was the night before your breakfast with Harry and she wouldn’t stop talking about how excited she was. While you were excited to see Harry again after such an amazing night spent with him, you were just a bit nervous to tell Stevie the news of your relationship with Harry.
“Yes, baby?” You asked, holding her in your arms as you both laid there with your television playing quietly in the back.
“I can’t wait until tomorrow,” she sighed impatiently. “I wish it was tomorrow already.”
“Well,” you smiled, gently stroking her hair back away from her face. “If you go to sleep now, you’ll wake up the next morning and it’d be time for breakfast.”
She sighed again. “But I’m not sleepy…”
“Give it a few more minutes and—”
“Can you call Harry?” Stevie interrupted, sitting up. “I want to say good night.”
“Baby, he’s probably busy.”
She pouted, stared at you with pleading eyes. “Please.”
You sighed and then reached for your phone on the nightstand. You were surprised to see a text from Harry saying he was excited for tomorrow. You smiled to yourself and then sent him a reply, telling him that you were just as excited too and that Stevie wanted to call him.
He replied immediately and said that he’d be happy to talk to her. Then, you handed your phone to Stevie when you pressed the button to FaceTime him. She took it eagerly and grinned when Harry appeared on the screen.
This had become a routine for Stevie. Every night before bed, she would have a brief call with Harry.
“I was wondering when you’d call,” Harry teased with a quiet laugh.
Stevie giggled and snuggled closer to you. She was holding the phone in a way where he could see the both of you and he smiled to himself.
“I’m excited for breakfast tomorrow,” she said. “Are we going to get pancakes?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. We’ll get whatever else you want too,” he answered softly.
“Really?” Stevie grinned, eyes widening in excitement as she now began to imagine the other variety of sweets she could have. She glanced over at you and found you smiling. “I can, mama?”
“Yeah, baby. I mean, we’re gonna have to go to the park or something afterwards.”
“Oooh! Harry, will you come with us to the park after breakfast?”
Harry chuckled quietly and nodded. “Yeah, Stevie. I’ll be there.”
She sighed contentedly and yawned, handing you the phone. “I’m excited.”
“Looking a little sleepy there,” you whispered to Stevie and she nodded.
“I think I just needed to talk to Harry,” she smiled.
Harry smiled to himself. “Good night, Stevie. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
“Night night,” she whispered. “I hope you have good dreams, Harry.”
“You too, honey,” he answered.
You tucked her in your bed and watched her snuggle into your sheets. Slowly, you climbed out and left your bedroom to walk into the kitchen with Harry still on the phone. Once out of earshot and away from your bedroom, you lifted the phone to look at him.
“Hey,” you smiled.
“Hey, baby.”
“Thanks for calling her,” you said softly, grabbing a glass to fill with water. “She was fighting it,” you laughed quietly.
“I think I’ve also gotten used to our brief phone calls at night,” he smiled.
“She loves talking to you,” you said.
“I love talking to her,” Harry answered softly. “As much as I love talking to her mama.”
“Oh, just talking to her mama?” You teased, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Amongst other things,” Harry grinned. “But I don’t think that’s an appropriate conversation.”
“No?” You bit your lower lip and then took a sip of your water before setting it down. “I think it’d be an interesting conversation.”
Harry cleared his throat as he watched you move from your kitchen to the couch in your living room. He hadn’t stopped thinking about you since the dinner and the events that followed shortly after, so he felt his manhood stirred beneath his boxers as he looked at you.
When Harry heard you turn the television on, he finally let out a quiet groan as he looked at you. “Okay, then how about you tell me, baby.”
“Tell you what?” You asked innocently.
“Oh baby, we both know you’re fucking naughty.” Harry chuckled. “Don’t play that innocent card with me.”
You bit your lower lip, biting back a smile as you stared at him through the screen. “Guess you bring that side out of me.”
“Oh, I do? I’m the reason you’re naughty?” Harry said, a hint of pride in his voice. “I like that…and I’ve been thinking about you, baby.”
“Yeah?”
Harry nodded. “Yeah. Can’t help but look at my bed and imagine you lying in it.”
You could feel the heat in your cheeks and you could feel the throbbing between your legs. It was a reminder of the night you shared just a few days ago and you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it—about him—ever since.
“Your bed is really comfy,” you finally replied.
Harry chuckled. “I’d hope so and I can’t wait until I get you back in here.”
“Harry…” you whispered, lower lip pulled between your teeth.
“Yeah, baby? Getting wet, hm?”
Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “Stop. No. I’m not.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Prove it.”
That shut you up real fast.
Harry stared at you with a smirk. “Thought so. Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna get another taste soon.”
“You can’t talk like that when you’re not nearby,” you pouted.
“Why not, baby? Hm?” He was grinning.
“Because… you’re not here to do anything about it,” you whispered. “And the way you talk just… it does things to me.”
“Aw, baby. I wish I was there,” he said softly. “The things you do to me too…” his voice lowered, quiet, almost to a whisper which made you bring your phone closer. “Gets me so fucking hard, like right now.”
You gasped, pulled the phone back to look at him. It was clear that one hand was between his legs and when he squeezed, you noticed the muscles in his forearm flexing. “Right now?”
Harry nodded and then panned the camera down to his lower half. He was wearing boxer briefs and it was clearly obvious that he was hard from the prominent bulge beneath the fabric.
“Harry…” you whimpered quietly.
“Okay, okay,” he whispered, panning the camera back to his face. Harry smiled and then said softly. “We should probably stop.”
You nodded in agreement. “As much as I don’t want to, I think you’re right.”
“Our moment will come,” he said confidently. “The wait will be worth it.”
“Oh, I have no doubt,” you answered. You watched him move to lie down on his white sheets and all you could imagine was lying next to him and how it felt like to fall asleep and wake up beside him.
“Baby?”
“Yeah, Harry?”
“Good night,” he smiled. “As excited as I am to see Stevie, I’m just as excited to see you too.”
You smiled to yourself and nodded. “Sweet dreams, Harry.”
“Oh, I’ll have some good ones, I know that for sure.” He chuckled. “Night, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Harry had picked both you and Stevie up for breakfast that morning. He had to tell himself that he couldn’t hold your hand, couldn’t kiss you, couldn’t make comments that would give away the news that you both wanted to share with Stevie.
And it was hard. It was so fucking hard because you were right there and all he wanted to do was reach over and take your hand in his.
But he didn’t.
He refrained.
Harry had smiled to himself when he watched you set up Stevie’s booster seat in the backseat of his car. It was just another glimpse into a life that he had always dreamed of. Once you had set up her booster seat, Stevie eagerly climbed into Harry’s car like she had done this so many times before and buckled her own seatbelt.
“All ready for pancakes!” She said excitedly, giving you both a thumbs up and a broad grin.
You smiled and then closed her door before reaching out for Harry’s hand. It wasn’t visible to Stevie since her door was already shut, which gave Harry just enough to gently squeeze your hand in his.
“You know, we’re going to have to go to the park or something after breakfast. She’s gonna have way too much sugar,” you said softly.
Harry nodded as his eyes glanced down at your lips. “That’s fine with me. The more time I get to spend with the both of you, the better.”
“I really want to kiss you,” you whispered.
“Me too, baby. Just a little longer,” he reasoned.
You nodded in agreement and then followed him around the car. At the passenger side, Harry held open your door and waited until you were seated inside to shut it for you. You looked over your shoulder at Stevie and she was beaming, watching the both of you so carefully.
It was in that moment that you realized telling Stevie about your relationship with Harry was going to be a good thing.
Because you wanted her to see what it was like to have someone care for you the way that Harry did—how sweet, kind, and gentle he was.
You wanted to give her the same childhood that your parents had given you—a front row view to a healthy and loving relationship that she could witness.
After about twenty minutes, Harry pulled up to the breakfast restaurant that he had taken you to a couple of weeks ago. He had stepped out of the car and walked to open Stevie’s door first, seeing her already unbuckle herself out of her booster seat.
“Ready for some pancakes?” He asked with a smile.
Stevie nodded and then wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck. He gently pulled her into his arms and shut the door behind him as he walked around to your side.
“I’m ready! Can we also get orange juice?”
“Yeah, honey,” he smiled. “Whatever you want.”
Stevie watched you climb out of the car and then gave you a look. You furrowed a brow and looked between her and Harry, feeling a warmth in your chest at the way they both looked so natural.
“What?” You asked.
“Harry said I could get whatever I wanted,” she answered.
You narrowed your eyes at her and then walked towards the both of them. Reaching out, you began tickling her sides and she erupted into a fit of laughter. Stevie was squirming against Harry, burying her face against his neck as he held onto her tightly.
“You’re lucky you got some backup,” you teased, pulling away from her. “And you’re lucky you’re cute.”
Stevie was catching her breath, quietly giggling as she leaned against Harry. “Okay, okay. Can we go and get pancakes now?”
Harry chuckled and nodded, leading you both inside. Stevie’s eyes gazed around the restaurant in amazement, still holding onto Harry as he led you both to the table in the back.
The same table that you had sat in on your first date with him. Harry held out a chair for you with one hand, waiting for you to sit down before he pushed it in.
“Alright, Stevie. Where do you wanna sit?” Harry asked.
“Next to you, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Harry smiled, setting Stevie down in the chair next to his. When he sat down though, he glanced across the table from you and felt his heart race when your eyes met his.
You were smiling and Harry wanted so badly to just reach out for your hand.
Ant—the same waiter as last time—came by with a knowing grin. He didn’t say anything though, just gave you a subtle wink before turning his attention to Harry.
“Morning, Ant, can we get the works and two cups of coffee?” Harry smiled.
“Sure thing, boss. And who’s this little lady here?” He smiled, looking down at Stevie.
“This is—” You began.
“I’m Stevie!” She interrupted enthusiastically.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Stevie. I’m Ant—you need anything, just give me a holler, okay?”
Stevie nodded with a grin. “Okay, Ant! Thank you!”
When he turned to leave the table, Stevie leaned into Harry’s arm and smiled. “Thank you for taking me and my mama here, Harry.”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
“Is this the place you and your mom go to?”
He nodded. “It is and you’re gonna love their pancakes.”
“Is that her favorite?”
Harry shook his head with a chuckle. “It’s actually the crepes, but the pancakes are my favorite.”
Stevie grinned. “Then I think it’s going to be my favorite too.”
Harry moved an arm to wrap around Stevie and she snuggled closer to his side, staring up at him with a grin. You watched how easy it was for the both of them to slip into this type of relationship, into this type of bond. It made your chest squeeze with hope that this could become much more serious than you ever planned.
Because Harry was everything you ever hoped for.
He was exactly the type of man you always dreamed about.
And it terrified you because even with the hope you felt, you couldn’t help but think about what if it didn’t work out.
You thought you would be able to handle it if it were to ever get that way.
But you knew that it’d break your heart, just as it would break Stevie’s.
Ant pulled you out of your thoughts to set down the cups of coffee and the pitcher of orange juice, along with a bowl of fruit. Stevie thanked him immediately and sat up on her knees as she looked at the table with excited eyes.
“Mama, can you pour me some orange juice, please?”
“Yeah, baby. Of course. Harry, would you like some too?”
“Yeah, baby,” Harry said.
It slipped.
You widened your eyes.
Harry cleared his throat.
Stevie was already grinning.
“I mean—”
You shook your head, set the pitcher of orange juice down and then reached for Harry’s hand.
“Stevie, baby… We have something to tell you,” you said softly.
Harry nodded, turned to look down at the little girl who was staring at the both of you with an excited, but knowing look.
“Me and Harry, we’re—”
“Together!” she interrupted. “Finally.”
“Finally?” Harry asked, confused.
Stevie nodded, sipping her orange juice so casually. “I saw you kiss,” she said with a giggle.
“You what?” You asked with wide eyes. “What? When?”
“Pizza night,” she answered. “You thought I was asleep,” she giggled.
“Sneaky,” Harry chuckled. Then, he looked at you. “I told you she knew.”
You bit your lower lip and reached out for her hand. “Baby?”
“Yeah, mama?”
“Is this okay? Are you okay?”
She nodded and then leaned against Harry. “I’m okay, mama. I’m happy. Are you happy?”
“Yeah, baby, I’m really happy.” You answered, glancing at Harry with a small smile.
Stevie looked up at Harry with a grin. “And are you happy, Harry?”
He nodded and gently tapped the tip of your nose with his free hand. “The happiest I’ve ever been, honey.”
“This really is the best day,” she sighed happily. “It’s like we’re a family!”
You looked at Harry.
He glanced at you with a grin.
His response surprised you and made your heart race even faster.
“Yeah, honey. It’s like we’re a family.”
After finally telling Stevie the news, it was like a relief off your shoulders and Harry’s. He was more affectionate now—holding your hand across the table, staring at you with loving eyes as you talked. Every minute that he spent with the both of you, the more Harry found himself falling for you.
And he was falling fast.
Harry heard you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, hand extending out for Stevie as well which she happily took. He smiled to himself, nodding towards the both of you as he watched you walk down the hall towards the bathrooms. He let out a contented sigh, smiling down at the table as he felt the warmth blossoming in his chest.
He thought back to Stevie’s words.
It’s like we’re a family.
It was everything he ever wanted and Harry realized that every relationship of his never worked out because life was waiting to bring you two together.
Because all he could see was you.
Moving into his penthouse.
Walking down the aisle.
Exchanging vows.
Pregnant with his child.
God, Harry wanted this to work out. He knew that he’d do everything in his power to make sure it did because he knew that if he were to ever lose you or Stevie, it’d break him.
And he was sure that there wouldn’t be a way to come back from it either.
After a few minutes, Stevie came running down the hall with a broad grin as she climbed back into her seat next to him.
“Thank you for breakfast, Harry,” she said. “Can we come back again?”
Harry nodded with a smile. “Of course, Stevie. Maybe we can make this a Saturday thing, huh?”
She grinned and nodded excitedly. “Can we do that?”
“Yeah, honey,” he smiled. “We’ll do this every Saturday morning.”
She reached out and wrapped her arms around him, eyes falling shut once she felt his arms gently wrap around her. Stevie had begun wondering why some of her friends and other kids had both a mother and father and why she didn’t, but she never really did ask you about her father. It made her sad sometimes though, why she didn’t have a father like the other kids.
In her mind, she began making up stories about what he was like.
Maybe he was in the military and was just away all the time.
Maybe something happened to him before she was born and that was why she couldn’t meet him.
But sometimes, she wondered if maybe her father just didn’t want to meet her and that made her even more sad—crushed her heart.
But then she met Harry.
And for once in her life, Stevie was hopeful that you and Harry would have a happily ever after.
Because then it would mean she would too.
“Harry?”
“Yeah, honey?” Harry asked, pulling back just slightly to see Stevie with her eyes glistening and tears pooling around them. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I’m just happy,” she whispered, bringing a hand up to wipe her eyes. “I’m so happy you’re in our lives.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Harry smiled, kissed her cheek and then hugged her tighter to him. “I’m happy I’ve got you and your mom too,” he whispered.
Her small arms tightened around him and her face buried into the crook of his neck. Harry looked up when he saw you approach the table. You were smiling at the both of them and Harry nodded towards the vacant chair next to him.
Once you sat down, Harry moved one arm to the back of your chair and leaned over to kiss your temple. He shut his eyes and reveled in the moment—Stevie in his arms and you to his left. He hadn’t ever felt this happy before, this content, this hopeful.
“So, we ready for the park?” You asked, your hand coming up to gently rub Stevie’s back.
She pulled back and looked down at you with a nod. “I’m ready.”
You noticed her tears and immediately, you sat upright and leaned forward. “Baby, what’s the matter?”
Stevie shook her head and then rested her cheek against Harry’s shoulder as she kept her eyes on you. “Nothing, mama. I’m just happy.”
“Oh, baby,” you smiled, hand coming up to her cheek. “I love you, okay?”
Stevie nodded. “I love you too, mama. Now, can we go to the park?”
Harry chuckled. “Yeah, honey. How about we walk?”
“Sounds like a plan,” you agreed. Slowly, you stood up from the chair and then extended your arms out for Stevie. Your little girl shook her head and just snuggled further against Harry, causing a quiet laugh to escape your lips.
“You got her?” You asked.
Harry nodded and set enough cash on the table before he reached for your hand. “Always,” he answered.
Once at the park, Harry finally set Stevie down and she quickly ran to one of the playgrounds. You led him towards a park bench where you both could still see Stevie and sat down, gently tugging him down with you. His arm draped around your shoulders and you leaned against his side, finally leaning up to peck his lips.
“Thank you for breakfast, baby,” you whispered.
Harry smiled, hand rubbing your back gently. “Me and Stevie decided that this is going to be a weekly occurrence.”
“Oh?”
He nodded. “Yup, Saturday breakfast. So, we’ll do this again next week… and the week after that… and the week after that,” he grinned, pecking your lips repeatedly.
“You sure you won’t get tired of me?” you teased.
Harry chuckled and then looked into your eyes. His free hand came up to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear as he shook his head. “Never, baby. And I know it hasn’t been long, but—whatever this is, whatever it becomes, I’m all in.”
“Me too,” you admitted. “I want to give Stevie what my parents gave me, what your parents gave you.”
Harry smiled. “We will, baby,” he said confidently. “We will.”
“If you want,” you whispered, biting your lower lip. “You can come back to the apartment.”
Harry’s eyes flickered in excitement. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “It’s not as big as your penthouse—”
“Don’t care about the size of it,” he interrupted. “As long as you and Stevie are there, I’m happy.”
You smiled and then pecked his lips once more. “I’m pretty sure Stevie’s going to take a nap by the time we get home, so…”
“So?” he asked, brow arching upwards.
“So, I’m thinking we could… You know.”
Harry chuckled. “Oh, I’m planning on it.”
Just as you were about to say something, you both heard Stevie call Harry’s name. She was at the top of the slide, beckoning him over. Harry looked down at you briefly and you nodded, kissing his cheek. “I’ll be right here.”
“Was hoping she’d ask me to play with her,” Harry chuckled, standing from the bench. “Be back, baby.” Then, he turned on his heel and jogged over to Stevie, standing at the end of the slide with a large grin on his lips.
You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched them lovingly. Stevie slid down the slide and into Harry’s arms and he immediately picked her up into his arms. Her laughter was all you could hear as he placed her atop of his shoulders and jogged towards the slides again.
When you watched them both slide down the slide—with Stevie on Harry’s lap and giggling—you realized that you were beginning to fall for him. Hard. He held Stevie so protectively and so gently too. He looked at her like she was his own, like he had been part of your lives from the beginning.
Once they both were at the bottom of the slide, Stevie climbed off and tugged on Harry’s hand to lead him to the monkey bars. You watched him hoist her up and carefully stood next to her just in case she fell. You weren’t sure what they were talking about, but they were both laughing. When Stevie lost her grip, Harry caught her in his arms.
You smiled immediately and you took your phone out to take a picture of both of them, knowing that Stevie and Harry would enjoy the picture later.
Harry held Stevie in his arms, her giggles filling his ears.
“Okay, okay, your turn!”
“Oh, my turn? If I fall, you gonna catch me?” Harry teased.
Stevie giggled, shaking her head. “No silly. You’d crush me.”
“Ouch,” Harry laughed, setting her down.
“Besides, you’re taller than me! You can just let go and you’ll touch the ground.”
“Ah, you’re so smart,” Harry winked, jumping upwards to wrap his hands around the monkey bars. Slowly, he began progressing forward, a large grin on his lips as he focused on reaching the end. He missed one of the bars and ended up tripping over his feet once he landed.
Stevie giggled and ran over to him, reaching for his hand to keep him steady. “That was good! You’re so strong.”
“I’d sure hope so,” he laughed, squeezing her hand gently. “What’s next?”
“Can we go to the swings?”
Harry nodded. “Of course, lead the way, honey.”
Stevie smiled, jogging over to the swings with Harry trailing behind you. Once she sat on one of the swings, Harry came up behind her and gently pushed her. She held onto the bars of the swing as she moved her legs outward and inward to gain momentum.
It wasn’t until you walked over to them that Stevie grinned and looked over her shoulder to see you stand next to Harry, his free arm coming up to wrap around your shoulders. You leaned against his side, one arm coming up to wrap around his lower back and rest on his hip.
“Having a good time?” He whispered, continuing to push Stevie when she got closer.
“The best time,” you answered, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “You and Stevie—like two peas in a pod.”
Harry smiled, held you closer. “She’s got me wrapped around her little finger, baby.”
“Oh, she knows it too,” you laughed quietly, resting your head against his side. “She’s going to be so tired after this. I’d be surprised if she doesn’t nap on the way home.”
“The way home,” Harry repeated. “I like the sound of that.”
You bit your lower lip and looked up at him, gently pecking his lips. “Me too,” you whispered. “I like the idea of you coming home with us.”
Harry felt his stomach flip, felt his heart race even faster. “You got me wrapped around your finger too,” he whispered.
“Good,” you smiled.
Harry laughed quietly and shook his head, seeing the swing slowly come to a stop. Stevie hopped off the seat and turned around to look up at the both of you, grinning with happiness and joy written across her features.
“Okay, mama, your turn!”
You laughed quietly and then sat on the same swing that Stevie had been sitting on, but instead of letting her sit on the swing next to you, you pulled her onto your lap. Harry leaned down and kissed your cheek before gently tapping the tip of Stevie’s nose.
“Alright, buckle in,” he smiled. “Let’s see how much air time you both can get.” Then, he gently pushed against your back as both you and Stevie giggled to each other.
After a few minutes and a few more pushes, both you and Stevie were swinging pretty well with the momentum. Harry took this moment to walk around so that he could take a picture of the both of you. Stevie immediately grinned at the camera and you did the same, but instead you were staring at Harry instead of at the phone that he was holding.
You were it.
In that moment, Harry knew that he wanted this life.
With you and with Stevie.
After about an hour, Harry walked into your apartment with Stevie quietly snoring in his arms. He chuckled to himself, following you down the hallway to her bedroom. He set her down gently, kissing the crown of her head before he placed the blanket on top of her.
“See you later, sweetie,” he whispered, gently stroking her hair back. Stevie grumbled and then snuggled further into her pillow. He smiled to himself and stood up quietly, following you out of her bedroom and into your own across the hall.
Harry removed his jacket and climbed into your bed with you, immediately pulling you into his arms. Your bed was much smaller than his own, but he didn’t mind it. It gave him all the more reason to bring you closer to him. He felt you rest your cheek against his chest and your arm drape over his midsection. Slowly, he leaned down and captured your lips.
You gasped in response. The arm over midsection moved further up his chest until your hand rested against his cheek, immediately returning the kiss.
Harry began moving his lips with your own, one hand coming down to your hip and pulling you atop of him. He parted his lips, felt your tongue flicker against his own and he groaned. His hands gripped your hips tightly when he felt you roll against him.
“Mmm,” he murmured against your lips, one hand moving underneath your shirt. “Might not be a good idea to do anything—”
“Bathroom,” you interrupted, pulling away from his lips. Slowly, you climbed off his lap and off your bed to the bathroom connected to your bedroom. You turned the light on and bit your lower lip, leaning against the door frame as you pulled your shirt over your head.
Harry sat up immediately, watched you begin to disrobe in front of him at a distance. He stood up from your bed and began walking towards you, hand coming out to rest on your hip. “Think you can stay quiet for me, baby?” He whispered, backing you into your bathroom as he quietly shut the door behind him.
“You might have to cover my mouth,” you teased, licking your lower lip.
Harry brought a hand up to your cheek and felt you take his thumb into your mouth. “Fucking naughty,” he growled. “Want me to choke you while I’m at it too?”
You gasped, the hand on your hip lowering between your legs where you were throbbing painfully. “Yes,” you answered breathlessly.
“God,” he groaned, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. “I think I’m in love with you,” he blurted out, instantly pressing his lips against yours.
summary: harry takes you out for dinner and the experience isn't anything like you've ever had before.
pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader
characters: harry castillo, fem!reader, brief cameo from her daughter stevie
content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ MDNI), reader still self-conscious about just how rich harry is, both reader/harry has insecurities, flirting, making out, lingering touches, handjob, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), these two taking it slow-ish, no use of y/n.
word count: 7.6k
a/n: probably the longest chapter yet??? anyway, thank y’all for being patient with me. I know I was slacking on posting this and technically not posted on Friday, but I appreciate every single one of you! also sorry lol I’m just edging y’all at this point. as always, hope y’all enjoy <33
part 7. - part 9. | series masterlist.
song: these arms of mine by otis redding
The date was fast approaching, but you and Harry had spent a lot of time together before then. He worked his schedule around your availability—one of the luxuries of being a partner in his parents’ firm. There were a couple of days where you only had a few hours to spare and Harry didn’t waste one second.
The feelings he had for you were becoming stronger after each time he spent with you.
You consumed his thoughts, his dreams. It wasn’t like anything he ever felt before. It made him realize just how much of a blessing in disguise it was that Lucy broke it off with him, how the blind dates coordinated by Adore never worked out.
You were the person that showed him a life that he yearned for.
A life that he dreamt about.
A life that he craved.
He wanted the busy mornings where you were running late to get Stevie to school.
He wanted the late nights where the three of you would spend watching movies on his couch.
He wanted holidays where both your families would blend in with each other, celebrating important dates together.
But more importantly, he wanted the quiet comfort of knowing that he was with someone who loved him in ways that he never thought was possible.
He wanted someone that he could plan the future with.
Someone to laugh with.
Someone to talk about his day with.
Someone to come home to.
Someone to grow old with.
And he wanted it with you.
Because Harry knew that this could become something greater than what either of you expected it to be.
Because when he was around you, Harry didn’t feel like he had to uphold this image of himself—something he was so used to doing.
With you, he truly felt like he could be someone he worked so hard to bury.
Someone who liked to sing and dance in the car.
Someone who liked making jokes—even if they don’t make you laugh, he knew that Stevie enjoyed it.
Someone who was capable of opening their hearts and being vulnerable.
Harry always thought love was the most difficult and the most challenging thing in the world. Since getting his leg lengthening surgery, he thought he was finally going to settle down.
But it didn’t happen.
Women wanted him for his money. They never really wanted to get to know more about him—what he liked, what he didn’t like, what his interests were.
Men just wanted to be his friend so that he could eventually give a good word. Not only being successful in his own right, it helped when his last name was known to be one of the biggest branches of private equity in the city.
He was tired of putting up a facade for people who cared less about him if he were to have died the next day.
Harry wanted something else, something more intimate and deep.
Something more real.
And you gave that to him. Showed him that being goofy wasn’t something to hide, especially if it caused him to smile and laugh more.
With you, it was effortless. There wasn’t a weight on his shoulders. You made him feel untouchable because you showed him a life that he had forgotten.
A life where money wasn’t the main source of everything he encountered and people he met.
Harry just wanted a quiet life.
With you and with Stevie.
You didn’t tell Stevie that you were going out to dinner with Harry. It wasn’t that you wanted to lie to her, but you also knew that you didn’t want to get her hopes up either. Your relationship with Harry was still new, despite the strong feelings that began to develop overtime.
You had babysitters in the past to look after Stevie, but never because you had to go on a date. You didn’t even know what to wear and a part of you was just a bit nervous about it.
Harry was rich. Insanely fucking rich.
You just knew that he would take you some place where you wouldn’t even be able to afford and that terrified you. How could someone like you deserve to be in a place like that?
You heard Stevie’s small steps running down the hall and into your bedroom. She was already wearing her pajamas as she climbed onto your bed, crossed her legs and looked up at you with a grin.
“Hi, baby,” you said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. You were still in your robe, hair damp and wet as you walked back to your closet. “Wanna help mama pick an outfit?”
She nodded immediately and scrambled off the bed with a large grin on her lips. She put a finger to her lips in thought as she stared up at your closet and then back at you.
“Are you going to a nice place with your friends?” She asked.
“I think so, baby.”
“Okay, so something nice,” she giggled. “I think maybe something with color, mama.”
“Why not a black dress?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest as you looked at your closet with Stevie standing almost identically to you.
“Because that’s no fun!” Stevie then walked to a red wine-colored dress and grinned. “I like this one.”
You bit your lower lip and then walked over to the dress, taking it from the closet to look at it. You had purchased this dress without ever having the chance to wear it—it still had the tag on it too. It was a long-sleeved, midi-styled dress with a velvety fabric. It wasn’t until you turned it around that you remembered that the dress was backless, exposed in a V-shape down to your lower back.
“You think it’d be okay?” You asked Stevie. She was already nodding, grinning up excitedly.
“Yes and then you should put your hair up in a bun, that’ll look cute too.”
You laughed quietly and shook your head, setting the dress on the bed before you pulled Stevie into your arms. “How do you know all these things?”
Stevie shrugged, her arms wrapping around your shoulders. “Because I have style, duh.”
“Oh, right,” you nodded. “How could I have forgotten?”
“Silly mama,” she giggled. “Will you be back late?”
You nodded and moved a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. “I won’t be out too late though.”
“Okay,” Stevie nodded, kissing your cheek and then buried her face against your neck. “I hope you have fun, mama.”
“Thank you, baby,” you smiled, shutting your eyes as you rested your cheek at the crown of her head. You swayed with her in your arms and held her close, one hand coming up to rub her back.
“Oh,” you whispered, feeling her pull back to look at you. “I forgot to tell you.”
“Yeah?” She asked, eagerness and hopefulness written across her features.
“Harry said he wanted to take us out for breakfast this weekend,” you said with a smile.
“He did?!”
“Yeah,” you laughed quietly. “He wants to take you to that place he mentioned he and his mom go to.”
Stevie nodded excitedly, the grin on her face only becoming bigger by the second. “With the good pancakes?”
“That’s right, baby.”
“And he said he wants to take the both of us?”
You laughed quietly and nodded. “Yes, baby.”
She let out a contented sigh and then kissed your cheek. “Mama, do you like Harry?”
You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded. “Yeah, Stevie. He’s a nice man.”
“I mean, do you like him like him?”
You laughed quietly. “What does that mean? Like him like him?”
“You know,” Stevie began. “When you just want to hang out with him all the time, give each other gifts and hugs!”
You nodded slowly and then kissed the tip of her nose. “Maybe,” you whispered.
“I think he likes you likes you, mama. He’s always smiling when he’s looking at you, did you know that?”
“Maybe he’s just happy,” you reasoned.
“Yeah, because he’s with you.”
You laughed quietly and began tickling her sides as she squirmed in your arms. “Why are you so observant for a five year old, huh?”
Stevie giggled, her laughter dying down once you stopped tickling her. “I don’t know,” she smiled, looking into your eyes.
“You’re too smart,” you said softly. “And I love you.”
“I love you too, mama. Can I call Harry while you get ready?”
You bit your lower lip and then set her down on your bed. You reached for your phone and sent Harry a text to let him know that you were getting ready and Stevie wanted to give him a call.
He read the message immediately, but instead of replying, he called instead. You smiled to yourself, handing Stevie your phone. You watched the little girl’s eyes light up once she saw Harry’s picture and immediately grabbed your phone to answer the call.
“Harry!”
“Hi, sweetheart,” he smiled.
You let the two of them talk, walking into your bathroom to start applying a light amount of makeup. You heard how animated Stevie was in the other room, followed by the sound of laughter from Harry.
You could hear Stevie telling Harry all about her day at school and you glanced over to see her lying down on her tummy on your bed as she continued to talk to him. You smiled to yourself and then began doing your hair—a sleek bun, per Stevie’s recommendation.
“You have a babysitter tonight?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, my mama’s going out with some friends for their birthday.”
“That sounds like a lot of fun,” he said.
“I helped pick out her dress,” Stevie grinned. “Do you wanna see?”
You didn’t hear Harry reply right away, but you knew that he had to go along with the fact that you were going out with friends tonight and not with him.
“Sure,” he smiled.
Stevie grinned and then turned the camera onto the dress that laid on the bed. It didn’t reveal too much, just the color and it didn’t show the revealing back, but Harry smiled. Maybe a bit too much.
“Nice choice,” he chuckled.
“Thank you! Mama wanted to wear black, but that’s boring.”
“It is not!” You chimed in from the bathroom, coming back into your room.
Stevie held up the phone to you—still wrapped in your robe but your makeup and hair was already done. “Isn’t she pretty, Harry?”
“Absolutely,” Harry mumbled. “Gorgeous.”
Stevie grinned knowingly. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks.
“Alright, alright. I gotta get ready. Baby, you can talk to Harry outside, okay? Show him what you made in class today.”
Stevie nodded and climbed off your bed. “Ooh, okay!”
“Bye, Harry,” you called out.
“Bye, bab—bye,” he corrected himself, which you caught but luckily Stevie didn’t.
You smiled to yourself and then watched as Stevie walked into her own bedroom, still continuing to talk to Harry.
After an hour and a half, your babysitter had come by and was already sitting on the couch with Stevie. They were watching a movie with a bowl of popcorn, which Stevie was more than happy to snack on after her dinner.
You walked down the hallway—the deep red velvety dress clinging to every curve. Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor as you held your purse in one hand and your keys in the other. Stevie looked over the couch and grinned at the sight of you, scrambling off the couch to look up at you.
“You look so good, mama,” she grinned.
You leaned down to kiss her cheek, gently wiping the mark that your lipstick left. “Thank you for the recommendation, baby. You be good, okay? I’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Yes, mama.”
Your babysitter grinned up at you—a young, teenage girl that lived in the same building as you and Stevie. “Yeah, you’re going to turn heads, for sure.”
You laughed quietly, standing upright. “You think so?”
Both of them nodded and Stevie walked back to the couch to sit next to her.
“Have fun,” they both said.”
You smiled. “I’ll be back no later than ten,” you said softly. “Thank you again for watching her.”
“Of course. We’re gonna have a great time, aren’t we, Stevie?”
“Yup!” She agreed excitedly.
You laughed quietly and nodded. “Alright, I love you, Stevie.”
“I love you, mama!”
You knew Harry couldn’t pick you up at your front door, but you were still surprised to see the car parked at the curb across the street. He was standing there in the dark, a single pink tulip in hand. Once the front door was locked, you crossed the street carefully and finally got to see what he was wearing.
A black and white suit. Hair neatly—like always—slicked back, but his gaze was looking at every inch of your frame.
“You look…” Harry whispered, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Stevie picked the perfect dress.”
“You like?” You answered, slowly spinning around to give him a clear view of your back.
Harry’s lips parted when he noticed your exposed back, the deep V of your dress going down to your lower back. Slowly, he reached out, let his fingertips run down your soft and smooth skin and back up. “I love it. You look gorgeous, baby.”
You smiled and leaned up to peck his lips lightly. “You look really handsome too, Harry.”
He let out a breath and felt the heat in his cheeks. Harry leaned down and moved a hand to your hip, feeling the velvety fabric of your dress against his fingertips. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”
“Me too,” you admitted, biting your lower lip. Your relationship with Harry had shifted to something much more physical in the last week. He had seen parts of you naked, had watched you come, had caressed you and you felt every inch of his hardening length beneath his pants, felt his lips around your intimate areas.
But you hadn’t gone that extra step.
Sex was still something that you both haven’t done yet, but the tension always lingered whenever you two spent time together.
You were eager—hopeful—that tonight was going to be the night, even if you weren’t going to be spending the night with him. You still had to get back home to Stevie, but you just hoped that Harry had a plan. He said he wanted the moment to be perfect and what better moment than after a romantic dinner?
“You ready?” He asked, using his free hand to open the car door for you once you took the tulip from his grip.
“Yeah,” you nodded, sliding into the backseat and watching him slide in next to you. Once he shut the door, his driver pulled away from the curb and began driving to the restaurant that Harry had reservations for. You looked down at the tulip and smiled, gently touching the petals of the flower.
“So, how do you like this one?” Harry asked, glancing down at the tulip in your hands.
“I like it,” you answered. “Maybe better than the roses.”
Harry smiled. “Okay, so tulips are number one. Good to know.”
You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you scooted closer to him. You reached for his hand and held it in your own, looking up at him. “Thank you for this, for taking me out.”
Harry nodded, leaned down to kiss your temple lightly. “I’d take you anywhere, baby.”
“Well, where are we going tonight?”
“You’ll find out.”
“You’re not going to give me a hint?”
He shook his head and smiled. “Nope.”
“No fair,” you pouted playfully.
Harry hooked a finger under your chin and ran his thumb lightly along your lower lip. He leaned down and pecked your lips lightly. “Impatient, that’s what you are.”
“I’d argue and say I’m eager.”
He chuckled and pulled away from you, eyes glimmering as he stared at you. “Well, I guess we know where Stevie gets it then, huh?”
You narrowed your eyes and then laughed quietly. “You might be right.”
After about fifteen minutes, the car stopped and Harry climbed out. He extended a hand for you and led you into the building and towards the elevators. Once inside, he pressed the number that would take the both of you to the top. Now that he was able to get a good view of what you were wearing, Harry couldn’t help but feel his breath catch in his throat.
You were looking around the elevator, trying to get an idea of where he was taking you that you didn’t even notice his gaze on you.
Harry watched as you turned. His eyes looked at you from top to bottom, the dress clinging to every curve on your body and your exposed back showed him that you were likely not wearing a bra either. With a shaky breath, he stepped to you and wrapped one arm around your waist from behind as he leaned down to press his lips against the back of your bare shoulder.
“You really do look fucking good,” he whispered, hand resting on your stomach as he pulled you back against him. “It’s almost making me want to just take you back to my place and forget dinner,” he continued, teeth grazing your skin as he began peppering kisses from your shoulder to the side of your neck from behind.
“Harry,” you whimpered, eyes falling shut as tilted your head back against his shoulder. “I’m hungry.”
“For food or—” He teased, slowly turning you around to face him. Harry watched your eyes open slowly as his hand moved to rest on your lower back, thumb running along your skin.
You rolled your eyes playfully and gently pushed against his chest. The elevator doors opened and he chuckled, leading you out of the elevator and onto the top floor.
Your eyes widened at the sight. You were going to have dinner with a view. Everyone around you seemed unfazed by it—like this was just a regular dinner. You cleared your throat, allowing Harry to lead you to the hostess. Even the woman on the other side made you feel out of place. You reached for Harry’s hand and squeezed it tightly.
“Mr. Castillo, welcome.” She smiled professionally. “Your table is ready.”
“Great,” he replied with a smile.
The hostess led you both to a table near one of the ceiling-to-floor windows. It was dark, but the area was illuminated just enough with a few candles on the table. You looked out the window and cleared your throat—it was breathtaking. A view of the city from the top.
Harry held out your chair for you and waited until you sat down before he pushed it in. He moved around the table and sat down across from you.
“This is—” you whispered, looking around. Everyone was wearing black or white, or a very dark color to match the mood. Not only did you feel out of place, you felt like so many eyes were on you—like maybe other people were thinking the same thing as you. You didn’t belong here.
“Hey,” Harry whispered, reaching out to rest a hand over your own. “Eyes on me, baby.”
“This is a lot,” you admitted, looking up at Harry. “I’m not used to this.”
“I know,” he said softly, running his thumb across your knuckles. “I wanted to take you out… to one of those restaurants with four dollar signs on Yelp,” he teased, referencing back to the first time you met.
“Harry,” you shook your head. “You know I’m a simple woman. I would’ve been fine with a burger or a local taco shop or—”
“Let me take care of you,” he interrupted quietly. “I want to do this for you. I want to take you to these kinds of places… Will you let me?” he asked.
“Okay,” you nodded, biting your lower lip. “But can you sit next to me instead?”
Harry grinned and nodded. He stood up and moved his chair next to yours. Once he sat back down, one arm draped over the back of your seat as he leaned in to press a light kiss on your cheek. “I think I like this way better.”
You smiled and looked up at him. “I feel better when you’re next to me,” you replied. “I feel like everyone here keeps looking at me.”
Harry looked around, tightening his jaw at the sight of people’s eyes looking away from the both of you. “That’s because you’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered.
“No,” you shook your head. “It’s because I don’t belong in a place like this and they know it.”
Harry’s eyes softened and he gently reached up to cup your cheek, thumb lightly running along your cheek. “You belong here just like everyone else.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“Harry—”
“You think that just because you don’t make as much money as they do that you don’t deserve this kind of luxury?” Harry asked. “You have what money can never buy, baby.”
“And what’s that, hm?”
“Happiness,” he answered. “Even on your bad days, you find a way to be happy. You find joy in every little thing, baby,” Harry continued, leaning in to peck your lips. “And you’re unapologetically yourself.”
“Harry…”
“And seeing that… it makes me feel like I can be truly myself,” Harry admitted.
“This date just started and you’re already saying the right things,” you laughed quietly, leaning in to peck his lips. You reached up to gently run your thumb across his lips when you noticed your red lipstick on his mouth.
Harry smiled and then kissed your cheek. “I’m just telling you the truth. Now, let’s eat, yeah?”
You nodded, opened the menu and tried not to look at the price for each item. You cleared your throat, but Harry’s hand rubbed your upper back gently. The warmth of his palm against your bare back calmed you down, kept you grounded.
You and Harry were already on your third drink after about an hour and a half into dinner. You were much more comfortable now, laughing and leaning into him. He had removed his blazer to drape over the back of his chair when he felt himself getting a bit warm. He loved that you didn’t hold back, unafraid to eat in front of him. He was so used to being with women who ordered practically nothing that it was just a breath of fresh air when you told the waiter what you wanted.
Even the waiter was caught off guard, but there was a look of appreciation that was written across his features.
You didn’t have to be anyone else but you.
And Harry loved that.
He found himself getting lost in your eyes, in the sound of your laughter. You were telling him stories about Stevie and it was clear just how much you loved her and how much you loved being a mom. He knew that it couldn’t have been easy, but you never complained and you never mentioned Stevie’s father. Harry wondered what he looked like, what he did for a living, and how he could continue living his life knowing that he had a daughter. He couldn’t imagine ever doing that to someone.
You told him that one time, you had to leave work early because Stevie’s preschool had called you. It sounded urgent, sounded like something happened, but when you had gotten there, Stevie was sitting outside the room with a confused look on her face.
And a little boy who was crying next to her.
You explained how Stevie had gently shoved the little boy because he was bullying another kid. Stevie had seen it happen and stepped in immediately.
“She wasn’t even scared,” you told him, eyes watering. “When I asked her what happened, she just said that this kid was hurting someone else and no one was doing anything about it. It made her sad.”
“Wow,” Harry said softly. “What happened then? What did the school say?”
“I had to take her home. They didn’t tolerate the fact that she had shoved that little shit,” you shook your head. “We talked about it when we got home that day. She thought she did something wrong,” you sighed.
Harry shook his head, rubbing your arm gently. He urged you to continue.
“She said she was sorry that she pushed the other kid, but that she couldn’t just stand around and let him bully someone else. She said it wasn’t fair.”
“You’ve got a good kid, baby,” he whispered.
“I really do,” you smiled. “I treated her out to ice cream that night,” you laughed quietly. “I’d rather my kid stand up for someone who can’t than be the one to stand by and let it happen, you know? I mean, physical violence isn’t the answer, but—”
“Sometimes, it’s needed,” Harry interrupted. “You’re a good mom.”
You bit your lower lip and looked up at him. “You only see how I am now,” you said quietly. “I struggled a lot in the beginning.”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t need to see how you were before,” he whispered. “It sounds to me like you showed up for your little girl every day, even when it was tough for you. To me, that shows that you’re a good mom—a good person… It’s no wonder that Stevie has such a big heart. It’s because she got it from you.”
You leaned in and pecked his lips abruptly. When you pulled away, you stared into his eyes as you stayed close. “Harry…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m glad you were watching us that day in the park,” you teased.
“I was not watching you guys!” he laughed, shaking his head.
“Sure,” you rolled your eyes. “But honestly, I’m glad I saw you. I’m glad I walked up to you.”
“I’m glad you did too,” he whispered. “Because I wouldn’t have had the courage to talk to you first.”
“What?” You asked, biting your lower lip. “You’re you… and I’m just me.”
“You’re out of my league, baby,” Harry said, eyes glancing down at your lips.
“You’re ridiculous,” you giggled.
He smiled and leaned in to press his lips firmly against your own. He didn’t care that you were both at a restaurant. All that mattered to him was you. He felt your lips move against his, heard your quiet whimper. Before it could even progress, Harry pulled away and looked down at you.
“Ready to head out?” He asked.
You nodded. “Yeah.”
You and Harry had left the restaurant to walk around Central Park. It was cooler at night and Harry had draped his suit jacket around your shoulders to keep you warm. He kept his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to his side as you both continued to walk alongside each other. He didn’t want this night to end, but he knew that he had to bring you home in a couple of hours.
When he heard quiet music, Harry grinned and noticed the busker. He led you towards the sound and watched as your eyes widened in excitement. For a brief moment, he thought back to his blind date who had talked badly about someone who was performing on the streets. It left a sour taste in his mouth.
But when he felt you pull away from him to walk towards the busker to drop a five dollar bill inside, Harry felt his stomach do flips. He walked towards you and dropped another five dollar bill before leaning in to request a song from the busker.
The busker nodded with a grin and then began strumming his guitar in a different tune.
When the busker began singing, Harry extended a hand out for you. You smiled and took his hand, feeling him pull you flush against him as his other hand came around to rest on your lower back and your free hand moved to his shoulder.
These arms of mine
They are lonely
Lonely and feeling blue
These arms of mine
They are yearning
Yearning from wanting you
“Otis Redding, huh?” you whispered as you looked into his eyes and swayed with him.
Harry nodded and smiled. “Love his music, love this song. My dad would sing this song to my mom all the time,” he explained. “And my mom would cave and they’d start dancing together—in the living room, in the kitchen, in the backyard. Anywhere really.”
“That’s really sweet,” you smiled as he kept your joined hands against his chest and held you flush against him.
And if you
Would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be
“I always thought that I’d be married by now,” Harry confessed. “Or that I’d know what love really feels like because I had grown up watching my parents be so hopelessly in love with each other.”
“Me too,” you whispered. “I also grew up with my parents being so deeply in love with each other. I mean, my dad still looks at my mom like she’s the only person in the room,” you laughed quietly.
Harry smiled and leaned in to rest his forehead against yours. “I thought love was easy. Thought that I’d find the one like my parents did. Like my brother.”
You nodded in understanding and then moved your hand from his shoulder to his cheek for a brief moment. “Your story’s not finished, Harry. Just like mine isn’t either.”
These arms of mine
They are burning
Burning from wanting you
These arms of mine
They are wanting
Wanting to hold you
Harry stopped moving and let go of your hand to rest both of his own on your lower back. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips firmly against yours. When his eyes fell shut and all he could feel was the softness of your lips and his heart beating in his chest, he began to dream of a future with you.
The song faded in the background as he slowly moved his lips with your own, felt both your hands move to his hair that curled at the nape of his neck.
C'mon, c'mon, baby
Just be my little woman
Just be my lover, oh
I need me somebody
Somebody to treat me right, oh
Slowly, he pulled away and looked into your eyes. Your lips remained parted as he quietly asked, “We have a couple of hours left before I have to take you home, right?”
You nodded, biting your lower lip. “Yeah.”
“Great,” he smiled, gently pecking your lips. “Let’s go back to mine.”
By the time you and Harry entered his penthouse, you were quick to kick off your heels. Harry smiled, wrapped his arms around your waist and gently pushed your back against the wall. His hand moved from your cheek and down the side of your body.
His lips crashed against yours and a quiet moan left your lips. You had shrugged off his jacket and his hands moved to your back, his fingertips mapping every inch of your revealed skin. He parted his lips and welcomed your tongue and Harry lifted you off your feet to carry you down the hallway.
But as much as he wanted tonight to be the night, Harry didn’t feel like it was right.
Especially if he had to take you home in a couple of hours.
So, he pulled away and looked into your eyes. You were breathing heavily, pupils blown and filled with lust.
“I want to take my time with you,” Harry whispered. “And that’s not going to be tonight.”
“Harry…”
“I want it perfect,” he repeated.
“It is perfect. This has been perfect.”
“But it feels wrong to have sex and then take you home.” Harry said quietly, watching as your eyes gazed into his bedroom and back up at him. “When we have sex for the first time, I’m going to want you to spend the night.”
“W—Why?”
“Because I’m not only going to have you once and that’s it for the night,” he growled lowly. “I’m going to want to have you so many fucking times.”
You whimpered and then grabbed his hand to tug him into his bedroom. You couldn’t help but notice just how large his mattress was and the satin sheets that were atop of it too. You didn’t have enough time to admire his bedroom because your core was throbbing painfully, reminding you of the want and desire you were feeling for him.
“Then, let’s have a sneak peek.” You answered, gently pushing him down onto the bed. You watched as he propped himself at the edge, noticed the bulge in his black pants. Slowly, you reached behind you and lowered the zipper of your dress, letting the entire fabric fall to the floor. You watched his eyes widen at the sight of you. All you were wearing was a black lace thong and nothing else.
Harry groaned at the sight, reached down to squeeze himself before he watched you step in between his legs. His heart was racing, felt like it was beating out of his chest.
Then, you kneeled down in front of him.
He gasped quietly.
You reached out and gently ran your hands from his calves up to his thighs and back down. He shifted and then watched as you began to undo the button and zipper of his pants. He lifted his hips, felt you drag his pants down his legs until he kicked it off to the side.
“Harry,” you whispered, leaning forward as your lips hovered above his crotch. “Will you let me take care of you?” you teased.
Harry growled and then slowly pushed his boxers down his legs too. He watched your eyes widen at the reveal of his length. He grinned and then spit into the pit of his palm before he wrapped his hand around his throbbing girth.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered. “As long as you let me take care of you.”
You nodded eagerly and then slowly pushed his hand away. When you wrapped your hand around him though, you looked up and watched his eyes flutter. Harry groaned when you slowly began to stroke his manhood. Your soft hands tightened around him and he moaned quietly as he began to undo the buttons on his white dress shirt. Once all of the buttons were undone, he removed the shirt from his body and looked down at you.
He was going to commit this sight to memory—you on your knees, staring up at him with your hands wrapped around his length.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Harry couldn’t think when he watched you lean forward to wrap your lips around him. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back, a loud groan leaving his lips.
One hand moved to the back of your head, careful not to push you down onto him.
Despite every urge telling him to.
Both of your hands stroked his base as your mouth wrapped around his tip, your tongue expertly licking his precome and allowing the taste to settle on your tongue. You shifted on your knees and began to slowly bob your head, taking more of him into your mouth as you kept your eyes focused on him.
Harry hadn’t been with someone who actually enjoyed doing this to him and he certainly hadn’t been with someone who looked like they were about ready to devour him either. When he opened his eyes to look down at you, he groaned at the sight of you.
You were smiling.
Hands wrapped around his girth.
Mouth wrapped around him.
It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
And he could have come down your throat right there.
But he didn’t. Instead, Harry gently pulled away and shook his head. He stood up and gently set you down onto his bed. He watched as you propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at him from top to bottom. Your gaze lingered at his manhood and he grinned, moving one hand above your head as he slowly settled himself between your legs.
“Can I confess something?” He whispered.
“Always,” you answered as your legs wrapped around his waist.
“No one’s ever done that so enthusiastically before,” Harry admitted, lips gently brushing against yours.
“Sounds like you’ve been with some selfish women,” you laughed quietly. “I happen to like doing that a lot, so get used to it.”
He growled then reached down to gently run his fingertips along your clothed sex, watching your eyes flutter. “Something tells me you’re secretly naughty, baby. Am I right?”
“Guess you’ll find out—oh,” you moaned, hands moving to his shoulders and gripping it tightly when you felt him push your panties to the side so that he could feel your slick heat. Slowly, his middle finger teased your opening, his eyes focused on you.
“Oh, baby,” he grinned, his finger slowly sliding in your depths and back out. “Sucking me off like that got you wet, huh?”
You nodded, feeling him slowly move down your body until he was between your legs. His free hand held your panties to the side as he stared at your exposed sex—glistening with your arousal.
“Been wet,” you finally replied. “Since you picked me up.”
Harry groaned to himself and leaned forward as he slowly moved his finger in and out of you. You were sucking him in and it only made his manhood twitch with anticipation.
“Fucking naughty,” he smirked and leaned in to flick his tongue against your clit. You were soaking his sheets. Every time he pulled his finger out of you, it was glistening with your arousal. He released your panties to bring his hand up to cover your breast as two fingers from his other hand slid back inside of you.
A loud moan left your lips as your back arched. It had been too long—so fucking long since someone had touched you like this. You felt Harry’s fingers curl inside of you but it was the way his tongue felt against your clit that was bringing you closer to the edge.
He caressed your breast into the pit of his palm as his fingers moved in and out of you. Harry pulled back to look down at you—the once sleek bun now a mess, your eyes shut tight, your mouth parted, and your hands gripping his sheets tightly.
God, what a fucking sight.
He moved his hand from your breast to begin rubbing circles along your clit. His fingers were so fucking wet with your arousal and he looked down at himself momentarily, throbbing painfully.
“H—Harry, please,” you whimpered, feeling your body begin to tremble.
“I got you, baby. I got you,” he grinned.
Harry thrusted both fingers inside of you to the knuckle, curling them inside of your depths as his other hands began to circle your clit rapidly. He could feel your walls slowly begin to tighten around his fingers and he licked his lower lip and watched you come undone.
His name left your lips in a loud moan when you finally felt yourself come. It wasn’t anything like you’ve ever felt before. Harry continued to push his fingers inside of you to help you ride out your climax and when you finally came to, you were breathing heavily.
Harry pulled his fingers out of you and gathered your arousal to wrap around his length. He sat up and began stroking himself at the sight of you lying on your back on his bed, staring up at him with your breasts exposed for him and your wetness now along his manhood.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, feeling his lower abdomen begin to tighten. Harry felt you grab his free hand and guide it towards his breast. He grunted lowly and squeezed your breast as he continued to stroke himself. “Baby, I’m going to—fuck,” he felt the dam break and ropes of his come landed on your chest down to your lower abdomen.
Harry felt a shiver run through his body as his strokes came to a slow stop. He looked at you and bit his lower lip at the sight of his come on you. It shouldn’t have excited him as much as it did, but when he watched you reach down and wipe some of it off with your finger only to bring it to your lips, his manhood stirred.
“Mmmm,” you grinned, wrapping your lips around your finger to taste his come. “Yummy.”
“Yeah, you’re fucking naughty,” he chuckled, leaning down to peck your lips. “Wish you could stay like this.”
“Soon,” you nodded. “My parents will be watching Stevie again for the weekend, just not sure when.”
Harry nodded in understanding and then climbed off the bed to walk to his bathroom. For a brief moment, you caught sight of the scars on the side of his calves and wondered what they could have been. Maybe an accident when he was younger, you assumed. It didn’t feel right to ask him about it, especially not after that.
He came back into the main bedroom with a damp washcloth and slowly began to wipe his come off of your body. You smiled to yourself and then shimmied out of your panties, watching his mouth part.
“What—”
“Keep it,” you whispered. “I have something of yours and now you have something of mine.”
Harry chuckled and then felt you pull him back into bed. He collected you into his arms as he looked down at you, hand coming up to rest lightly on your cheek.
“I had a really great time tonight,” he said softly.
“I did too,” you answered. “I’m thinking that I really like you, Harry Castillo.”
Harry grinned and pecked your lips. “You think? Because I know I really like you, baby.”
You smiled and then buried your face against his neck as he pulled you close to him.
You felt like you belonged here. Not in his bed or this penthouse.
But with him. In his arms.
After an hour or so, Harry dropped you back off at your apartment. He had driven you instead, remained seated in the driver’s seat as he looked at you from top to bottom. He leaned over and pecked your lips.
“Thank you for tonight,” you whispered. “I can’t wait to see you again.”
“Me too, baby.” Harry smiled, hand squeezing your thigh gently. “I was meaning to ask you something…”
“Oh?” You asked, looking up at him.
“It might be too soon. It might not, but I figured I’d ask.”
“What?” You asked softly.
“My brother and his wife are having a baby. My family’s throwing a baby shower in a few weeks.”
“Congratulations to him and his wife,” you smiled. “But I’m not hearing a question.”
“Well, would you like to come?” Harry asked hesitantly. “As my date?”
You stared into his eyes and bit the inside of your cheek. “And I’ll be introduced…”
“As my girlfriend,” he whispered. “If that’s okay.”
You nodded and then leaned in to peck his lips. “I think I’d like that.”
Harry grinned as he looked at you with an excited look in your eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you smiled. “And if that’s the case, then maybe we should also tell Stevie?”
Harry nodded in agreement. “I think that’s a great idea.”
“This weekend? During breakfast?”
He smiled. “This weekend, during breakfast,” he repeated with a nod.
“Sounds like a plan then,” you said, hand coming up to run through his hair. “Let me know when you get home, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he smiled, leaning into your touch. “Good night, baby.”
“Good night, Harry.”
“It was a great night.”
You smiled and felt his hand on your thigh inch slightly higher. “Until next time then.”
“I promise,” he whispered. “The moment’s going to be perfect, baby.”
“Okay,” you nodded. “But just so you know, I don’t need perfect. I just need you.”
Harry smiled and pecked your lips. “You know the right things to say too.”
“Just telling you the truth,” you laughed quietly. “Okay, I really gotta go.”
“Alright, baby.” Harry said softly. “Good night,” he whispered. “Sweet dreams.”
“Oh, I’ll have sweet dreams alright,” you laughed, slowly pulling away and opening your side of the door. “Good night, Harry.”
When you climbed out and shut the door, Harry lowered the window and smiled to himself. “Still look beautiful, baby. Now, go on. Gotta make sure you get to your door and inside your apartment safely.”
You smiled to yourself and nodded, crossing the street and walking up the steps to your front door. You glanced over at him and waved, seeing him wave back. True to his word, he stayed in his car until you opened your front door to step inside.
When you shut the door, Harry drove away with a large grin on his face.
It had been one of the best nights he had in a long time.
And he was already counting down the days until he got to see you again.
When he made it home in about twenty minutes and took the elevator up to his penthouse, it felt quieter. Emptier. He bit his lower lip and then sent you a text saying he made it home.
You sent a reply immediately, saying that you were glad he was finally home. He wanted to respond and tell you that he missed you already, how his home felt so much lonelier than it usually did.
Instead, he replied to tell you good night.
You sent him a heart.
And he smiled.
Because Harry knew that he was falling for you already.
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