Characters- Hardin Scott x Reader
Warning: This will include smut, gentle at first but then leading into Hardin becoming a f*****g animal ;)
Description- The reader babysits Hardinâs little brother Smith whilst he sneaks out to a party whilst Vance and Kimberly go out to dinner. This becomes a regular occurrence and Hardin starts staying at home more and more with the reader instead of sneaking out to frat parties, Hardin clearly developing something for the Reader.
Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as I pull up into the Vanceâs driveway. I pulled the black hood of my sweatshirt over my head as I get out my car into the drizzly rain. I come here to babysit for one of my dads friends. Little Smith is adorable and never any trouble so I don't mind the fact that I don't get paid.
I ring the doorbell and soon the door opens and Vance tells me to come in with a smile on his face.
"Smith is upstairs getting changed into his pjs. Any problems just phone myself and Kimberly." He says as he puts on his coat. Kimberly gives me a small smile before they head out.
I hear someone cough obnoxiously loud and I turn round and see Hardin. My breath catches in my throat as I see that he has no shirt on. I try not to stare for too long and am quick to look elsewhere.
âIâm going out. Donât wait upâ His British accent is thick and I feel myself giving him a rather quiet response and a nod.
âOkay..âHardinâs family and mine have been good friends for years, meaning that we knew each other fairling well, though me and Hardin have only ever shared brief conversation.
I take my coat off and hang it up on the rack near the door just as Smith comes down the stairs.
âY/N" he yells as he runs and hugs me making me chuckle and hug him back.
"Missed me?" I chuckle making him nod with a smile.
"Where are you going?" He asks Hardin as he puts his shoes on.
"Oh.. okay" he whispers with a frown.
I notice and act upon it, rubbing Smithâs shoulders comfortingly as I kneel down to his level.
âDoesnât mean that we canât have fun, right? How about you go wait in the kitchen and Iâll be there in a sec to make us some popcorn?â I watch as the adorable smile begins to rise back on to his features. It was the most heartwarming thing.
He darts to the kitchen and I giggle softly to myself before I bravely turn yo Hardin. As intimidating as the boy is I needed to say something.
âI get that youâre a pretty miserable person but that has nothing to do with Smith, okay? No need to be so cold towards him.â I cross my arms over my chest and try not to stare at the exposed skin of abdomen and chest- letâs not forget his arms..
His jaw clenches and his eyes darken as he stares at me, a small smirk on his lips âNo one asked.â ... that was it? Thatâs all he said. I shrug off his dry response and I roll my eyes before I walk into the kitchen and see smith sitting on a stool with his arms propped up on the kitchen counter. I give him a smile before I head to the cupboard and grab a pack of popcorn and put it in the microwave. When it's ready I put it into a bowl and we head into the living area where Hardin stands putting on his jacket.
"What do you want to watch ?" I ask the little boy. He sits silently for a moment as he thinks about it.
âThe Lion King!â He squeals and I nod my head, grinning softly.
âGood choice, Little guy!â I switch on the animated version of âThe Lion Kingâ and watch as Hardin storms off, like our happiness somewhat offended him.
I try not to think about it too much and let my fingers wriggle into the bowl of warm popcorn, taking some and dropping the carnals into my mouth individually.
A couple of hours pass and Smith falls asleep on the couch. I throw a blanket over him and tidy up the mess that we had made, I fill the kitchen sink with hot, soapy water and plop all the dirty dishes into it.
Just I beginning cleaning the dishes I hear the door slam shut and I jump, startled. I quickly dry my hands on a nearby tea towel and rush to the door to see a drunk Hardin standing there, leaning against the doorframe, obviously drunk.
âHardin..? Are you alright?â I ask as softly as I could. His head shoots up at the sound of my voice and he scoffs.
âLook at you. Coming over here with your cute clothes and your stupid manners! Think youâre better than me huh, y/n?â The words role off his tongue like venom and I stand there doe eyed.
âNo.. of course I donât think that, can we please talk about this somewhere else? Smith is asleep..â I take a step towards him and he puts his finger and shakes it, telling me ânoâ.
âWhy not talk here, hmm? God, y/n!â He rushes out loudly.
âHardin.. youâre drunk, come on.â I grab his arm and lead him upstairs, he stumbles and trips multiple times but we make it in the end.
We make it to his room and I sit him down on his bed. He just stares at me with these cold eyes and I can't help but feel intimidated.
"You should get some rest before Vance gets home." I say which makes him roll his eyes and get up from the bed.
"I need more beer." He says. I block him from leaving.
"Donât you think you've had enough?â I say, still standing my ground.
"Youâre not the boss of me. Youâre here to take care of Smith, not me." He gently grabs my shoulders and moves me.
âHardin, no!â I shout slightly and grab his wrist, dragging him back into the room.
âGo to bed. Now.â I slowly shuffle him back to the bed and let him flop onto it.
âYou, Y/n l/n, are very bossy...â he glares at me, his eyebrows scrunching as he slowly dozes off, allowing me to vacate back downstairs.
Sighing I head into the kitchen to finish off the dishes. About half an hour later Vance and Kimberly arrive home.
"Everything okay?" Vance asks.
"Yeah, everything was great" I reply.
"Good to hear. You head off home now, sweetheart and we will see you next week." He chirps.
I grab my coat and head out after saying goodbye to Vance and Kimberly. I arrive at my house an hour later and change into pjs and head straight to bed.
I pull up into Vances driveway and I see Hardins car parked. I perk a brow, confused as to why he was still home. Inside I could hear loud screeches of laugher and the place reeked of weed..
As I walk in there is no sign of Kimberly or Vance, and Iâm assuming that Smith was hiding up the stairs in his room.
As I walk into the living room my jaw drops as I stand there in complete shock.. I knew Hardin was an asshole but not this much of an asshole.
Sat on the couch was Hardin and this girl, her hair dyed pink at the tips. Two boys sat across from them and in the corner was a blonde girl and a brunette, her tips also dyed hot pink.
âHardin..?â I say awfully softly, it was near enough a whisper but his head shoots up at the sound of my voice, his arm immediately unwrapping from around the girl, his face dropping.
"What's going on?" I ask him. The girl beside him snorts.
"What do you think?" She says with a smug smirk on her face.
"I invited a few friends round. Itâs not a big deal." He shrugs, eyeing me intensely.
"Where's smith?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Upstairs." Was his reply. Blunt..
"You invited your friends round with booze and- and weed! with you little brother in the house? How much of an asshole are you??" I say anger boiling inside of me.
"Woah someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." One of the boys speak.
âY/n, outside.. I want a word.â Hardin barks out his command and I stare at him blankly.
âNow, y/n!â He shouts slightly which makes me flinch and listen, walking out of the room and into a more quiet and private place.
I stand quietly as I look at Hardin, trying my best to ignore the pissed off expression on his face.
âCould you not do this right now? Itâs my fucking house.â He stalks closer to me and I feel my heart beat quicken slightly.
âHardin.. I know it is, itâs just Smith. Heâs Uhm heâs upstairs and this isnât appropriate..â I stutter out, cursing at myself for doing so.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes âif youâre that bothered go upstairs with him, I donât care.â
I shake my head slightly and sigh âalright, if this is what you really want.â I sluggishly walk up the stairs and hear little footsteps run towards me.
âY/n! Thank god youâre here!â He wraps his arms around my legs and I giggle, goosebumps rising on my skin.
âWhy is it so cold up here..?â I ask curiously as I glance into each room, the windows all open.
âOh, I had to open them. It smells funny.â And at that sentence I furrow my brows angrily.
âSmith, go to your room. Iâll be back in a minute.â I shoo him away and storm downstairs and straight into the living room.
âGet out.â I stare intensely at everyone in the room and Hardin narrows his eyes at me, piercing into my very soul.
âWhat was that, y/n?â He asks, almost giving me a chance to change what I just said.. as intimidating as it was I wasnât backing down, not this time.
âI said, get the fuck out.â I speak demandingly, I wasnât letting Smith be exposed to this shit!!
The girl perched next to Hardin goes to protest against me but he stops her with a whisper, lookin to the rest of his âgroupâ he gives them a angry nod.
âIâll handle this. See you guys later, yeah?â He clenches his jaw tightly as he looks me up and down and everyone leaves with groans and grumbles.
"What the fuck y/n?!â Hardin says anger evident in his tone.
"What?" I ask completely unbothered.
"Why the fuck did you do that!" He shouts.
"Because they shouldn't have been here, Hardin! Thatâs why!!" I reply.
"Youâre Smiths babysitter not mine! You don't have the right to throw people out my house." He says.
"Exactly. I'm Smiths babysitter so it's my responsibility to make sure he feels safe in his own home. Therefore I had to throw out your girlfriend and your friends." I say.
âMolly is not my fucking girlfriend and Smith was perfectly safe!â He growls out lowly, even more furious.
"Sure looked like it when you were all over her. And well he didn't feel safe. Poor little boy was shaking from the cold! He looked so tired but obviously getting laid is more important to you." I say, trying to not shout.
âJealousy doesnât look good on you.â He says with a smirk. I laugh.
âI am not jealous.â I sqeak out.
âClearly.â He says with a eyeroll.
âIâm not jealous!â I shout.
âThen why did you look so disappointed when you saw me all over molly.â He says stepping closer.
âI wasnât disappointed. I was shocked. I didnât expect there to be people here drinking and smoking. I didnât even expect you to be here.â I say.
âWell Iâm not gonna be here for long. Iâm headed out.â He says.
âYou should tidy up this mess before you go because I definitely am not.â I snap ready to walk up stairs but Hardin grabs my wrist.
I spin around to meet him, our faces meer inches away from each otherâs âHardin.. youâre hurting me.â I whisper, my eyes flickering down to his lips and back to his eyes in which I get lost in immediately. So lost that I donât feel him let go of my wrist and place his hand on my waist gently.
He brings his free hand up to my face and strokes my cheek before running his thumb over my bottom lip, the gesture makes me want to shy away from him but I just flush a deep red instead.
He grips my jaw softly and brings his lips crashing down onto mine. My eyes fall shut and I let my hands wrap around his shoulders, gripping them as I keep myself as close to him as possible.
I want to pull away before I lose myself but I canât seem to. When we broke away after what seemed like hours he leaned in a little closer and put his forehead against mine, closing his eyes as he strokes my cheek.
"I've been wanting to do that for such a long time." He whispers and I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice.
âDo it again..â I look at him, parting my lips slightly as I let my fingers rake through his hair.
Without hesitation he collides his lips with mine, hooping his hands beneath my thighs and lifting me up, which makes me squeal slightly but not break the kiss.
He carries me upstairs and into his room and puts me back onto the ground whilst still kissing me slamming the door shut with his foot. The kiss starts to get more heated, Hardin kissing me deeper and squeezes my ass. I opened my mouth with a low moan my eyes falling shut with bliss.
He pulls his shirt over his head and pushes me hard onto the bed. Then he's all business, undoing my jeans and pulling them off. I know I should stop him but I don't. Instead I let him grab the end of my t-shirt and pull it up over my head until I'm laying in just my bra and my underwear.
He unbuckles his belt and drops his jeans to the floor along with his boxers before he slips on a comdom but I really wasnât paying attention to that. He places his arms at the side of my head and leans down to peck my lips sweetly a couple times before on of his hands moves to pull down my underwear.
I feel his tip at my entrance and my breathing starts to eradicate intensely, my body full of desire for him. My mouth lets out a moan in ecstasy as he finally pushes inside of me.
âOh god..â I whisper as I close my eyes only to reopen them to Hardin looking down at me, lust clouding his expression.
I let my fingers trace up his arm and I grip onto his shoulder gently, moaning out loudly every time he rocks himself back and forth into me.
âYouâve got to be quiet, sweetheartâ He chokes out just before he groans softly, I didnât even get a chance to stutter out a reply before his lips were on mine again. It seemed that he had wanted this for just as long as I did.
His thrusts increased in speed and force and it became unbearable to stay quiet, so he pulled out of me and flipped me around, pinning my hips to the mattress and pushing roughly into me once again. This time my moans muffled by the duvet cover.
With each thrust I have to bite my lip to keep my moans quiet but it was getting harder to do so as the pleasure was getting too much. Hardin struggled to keep his grunts quiet as he picked up his speed. I let out an animalistic moan as he hits the most sensitive spot, I crave for him to hit it again and he does. With every moan I let out his grunts become heavier and louder, thank god for the thick walls.
âI think Iâm going to come.. â I stutter out, I could feel Hardins smirk burning into the back of my head.
âYeah, baby? Mmmm gonna come for me like a good girl?â He leans down to whisper in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe which makes me squirm desperate for my release.
âYes yes yes..â I repeat profanities over and over, my mind swirling and my high approaching.
âIâm close too, darling..â he grunts out just before we both shakily finish at the same time.
I pant heavily and let my head fall into the pillows, Hardin collapsing beside me. I look too him sweetly, almost innocently and smile.
He pulls me close to him and I lay my head on his chest, allowing him to plant a loving kiss on my forehead. What a confusing guy I must admit..
âIâve been waiting for you for such a long time, y/n..â I tilt my head towards him, pecking his cheek.
âFunnily enough I have too.â And like a dream we both slowly drift off to sleep.. that is before we hear a panicked knock at Hardins room door.
âIs everyone okay? I heard screaming!â Smith shouts slightly and we both look at each other wide eyed.. letâs hope he doesnât say anything to Vance.
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