This is not my first time writing, I have a book on Wattpad called Grapejuice Blues if you’d like to check it out! As for the tumblr community I am new, got promoted from ghost reader. This is going to me a mess of my brain put into mildly understandable words;) I have some good things cooking so bare either me as I navigate it all. Im here to have fun and it’s not that serious, be kind. Let me know if you guys want to see anything in my anon or any questions.
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Read ❃ WARNINGS ✪ from the story Grapejuice Blues ☮︎ HS by babyhnyharry with 6,866 reads. peace, cult, hippie. Welcome...
Summary: Where a tense Harry gives riding lessons to some you would have never expected. When jealousy takes over, Harry reassures you of his love. Based on this ask.
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: 18+, angst, smut, oral sex (female recieving),
A/N: i have been dying to do some cowboyrry so here you guys go! and if anyone is wondering, i am totally picturing harry with his current mullet cause duh. please let me know what you think! love you guys the most!
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“Harry!” You squeal as Harry peppers kisses all over your face, his fingers tickling up your sides.
“Hmm, what?” He manages to get out between kisses, a smile painted on his face. You plant your hands on his chest and try to push him away.
Harry had woken up in an excellent mood this morning, full of smiles and love. He had clung to you since the moment you woke up, laying constant kisses on your lips and now all over your face.
He ran his hands up your bare stomach under his shirt that you were wearing, his kisses slowing just slightly.
“Baby,” You push at his chest, giggling.
Harry pulled away with a cheeky smile on his face, resting his forehead against yours. He looked into your eyes and there was that look he always gave you that made you blush.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, honey.” He went to take another kiss from you, which would have probably led to much more than a kiss, when his phone buzzed, pulling a groan from him.
He buried his face in your neck, mumbling, “Don’t wanna go.”
You thread your fingers through his hair, pulling his face back so you can look at him. “Lessons?” You ask, a frown appearing on your face. Normally Harry loved giving riding lessons.
Ever since you met Harry four years ago, he’s lived in the same place, doing the same thing. Harry grew up on his family’s ranch, and never left. Once he got old enough, his dad let him start running the horse riding lessons because that was exactly what Harry loved to do. He still hadn’t taught you, but that’s because you had never really asked him. It just wasn’t something that you felt the need to do, ride a horse that is.
You didn’t grow up here like Harry did. You grew up in a city about two hours from the ranch. You and Harry met on a random Sunday at a grocery store when he was visiting family. The moment you met him you knew you had to see him again. And of course you did, you were persistent.
Now, four years later, he was your best friend as well as your husband. You both live on the ranch in a sweet little farmhouse that he and his dad built together.
But the point was, Harry loved giving riding lessons on the ranch, so you couldn’t quite figure out why he sounded so against it today.
Harry nodded and placed a kiss on your nose before climbing off your bed. He had dressed himself earlier, so all he had to do was tug on his boots. He grabbed his cowboy hat from the side table, placed it on his head, and came over to your side of the bed to lean over you.
“I’ll be home for lunch, honey,” he says before giving you one last kiss, then grabbing his phone to check the message he got earlier.
As soon as his eyes hit his phone his body tenses, but he moves past it as if nothing happened, sticking his phone in the back pocket of his jeans.
“I love you,” You call out as he starts to make his way out of the bedroom.
He looks back over his shoulder and puts on a fake smile, nothing like the one he wore earlier, saying, “Love you more,” before leaving the room.
What the hell was up with him?
You tried not to think too much about it, getting a shower and getting ready before making your way to the main farm house on the ranch where Harry’s parents lived.
As soon as you stepped in, you could smell the delicious breakfast that you knew Ronnie, Harry’s mother and your mother in law, prepared.
You turned the corner to the kitchen and saw the spread of breakfast foods across the kitchen island. Pancakes with blueberries and ones with chocolate chips, fried potatoes, bacon, and everything else you could imagine. Your favorite was her hand squeezed orange juice that she made you a new jug of each week.
“Ronnie, you really do know the way to my heart,” you say and watch as she turns around, smile bright just like Harry’s.
She held out a full plate in your direction, “Good morning, sweet pea.”
“Morning,” You took the play from her and sat at the island, digging in. And then of course you got to thinking about Harry’s strange mood this morning and it had your stomach turning all over again. So, you asked your mother in law, “Do you know who Harry’s giving lessons to today?”
She hummed, shaking her head, “M’not sure. Why’re you asking?” She sets a full plate in the microwave, for Chris, Harry’s father, before coming to sit and eat her own breakfast with you.
You shrug, “He just didn’t seem too excited to get out there today is all.”
Ronnie got a confused pout on her face. “Well, if anyone could figure it out, it’d be you, Y/n.”
You nod and stab at the pancake on your plate, hoping it was nothing major.
Later on, as the clock struck twelve, you began to wonder where Harry was as lunch sat on the counter. So you took a trip out to the training ring. Sometimes Harry got so enthralled with the horses that he wouldn’t realize the time had passed. Other times, he and Chris would take their horses down the trails for an afternoon stroll. Either way, this wasn’t unusual for Harry.
The ring wasn’t too far from their house, about a five minute walk. Chris and Ronnie had gifted you both a four wheeler last Christmas to travel the ranch with, but you enjoyed taking in the scenery.
As you approached the arena, you watched as Harry rode his horse, Kalli, beside someone else who you could tell was riding, Milo. Milo was patient, so he was often used for lessons.
You stepped a touch closer, trying to see who the student was. It was definitely a woman, but her face was turned away from your view so you couldn’t tell.
You couldn’t see how Harry was feeling as Kalli trotted along. The both of them rounded the ring and you finally caught sight of her face. Ada.
After being with Harry for four years, being married for almost one, nothing really sparked jealousy within you anymore. But as you caught sight of his ex riding beside him, your stomach slightly dropped.
Ada lived in the same town as you guys, so it was almost guaranteed to come across her a few times in a year. You’d never really acknowledge her, but the two of you had no bad blood. Harry never talked extremely horrible about her, only that their relationship had always been quite… miserable.
So why was he giving her lessons? And why hadn’t Harry told you?
She laughed beside him and he cracked a slight smile before they started making their way toward the stalls, which were in your direction. You were quick to move out of sight, not wanting to make a big deal of this. So, you headed back to the house and tried to shake the enormous feelings that were piling in your gut.
Harry had never taught you how to ride, but now he had taught Ada. Why did that bother you so much? Harry didn’t even like Ada, afterall, he married you. But did he wish you had more enthusiasm when it came to riding? You loved the horses like they were your own children, you just never wanted to ride them, that was Harry’s thing.
Your lip quivered, but you shook your head, stepping back into your home, heading straight for the kitchen. You took a deep breath as you sat at the table and painted on a smile, beginning to eat your lunch.
The front door clicked as it shut, his voice ringing through the house as he called, “Honey?”
“Lunch is ready!” You controlled the shake in your voice as you shouted.
Harry walked through the doorway, sweat soaking through the collar of his t-shirt. He smiled at you as he crossed the kitchen. He approached you from behind your chair, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.
He sat across from you where his food sat, removing his hat from his head, sitting it on the table. You cleared your throat, “How were the lessons?”
You stared down at your plate as he answered. “Yeah, they were fine. Got to see Willow again. She gets better everytime I see her.”
Willow was the daughter of a friend of his, he’d been giving her lessons since she was five. But you weren’t really hoping to hear about Willow.
You hummed, “Anyone new?”
Harry forked some food into his mouth. “One new student today.”
“Sounds exciting.” You say, not meeting his gaze.
“Is everything okay?” He asks. Yeah, everythings great, just the fact that your new student is your ex.
You look up, nodding, “Yup, think I’m just tired.”
He pouted slightly, taking your plate. “Well, go up and take a nap, honey. I’ll clean all this up. Gotta head out to tidy up the stalls then I’ll come back right back to you.”
Harry came over to place a kiss on your lips, whispering, “I love you,” before staring over to the sink.
You padded up the stairs, going along with the whole nap idea. Except you could nap. All you could do was roll around the bed and shut your eyes, picturing them riding together.
You groaned and stared up at the ceiling. For once in your life, you had all the motivation in the world to go out to the stalls and saddle one of the horses. That was never something you wanted to do before. You had no idea why. Maybe you were scared or maybe you were just self aware. But now you wanted to, or you thought so.
You slide off the bed and hop on one of four wheelers, zipping to the stalls where you hoped Harry would be.
“Baby?!” You call out as you park the wheeler, stepping to the stalls.
“Milo’s!” He yells back and you make your way there. When you get there, Harry’s brushing Milo with a smile on his face. “Hey, honey. That nap was fast.”
“Yeah, I’m rested and refreshed. Feeling better than ever.” Not. “Hey, uh,” Harry looks up from Milo, “Can I ask you something?”
He nods, his brows furrowing, “Course you can, Y/n, you know that.”
You clear your throat, nodding to yourself. “Great, good, well,” You shake out your hands that feel like they’re getting sweatier by the second, “I was, uh, wondering if you’d teach me how to… how to ride.”
Harry’s face pulls back, surprise written all over it. “Really?”
“Yeah.” You nod, taking the brush from his hands and placing it in the basket. “I want you to give me lessons.”
The furrowing of his brows returns yet again and your heart drops: He shakes his head in confusion. “Why?”
You frown and scoff. “Do I need a reason?”
“No, it’s just you’ve never asked me before-“
“Well, I am now,” You walk closer to him, whispering, “I want to learn how to fucking ride.”
Hurt spreads across his face as you spit the words. “Y/n, are you okay? What’s up w-“
Flashes of what you had seen earlier seep into your mind. Ada laughing beside Harry, him smiling, him not telling you.
Anger rushes over you as you bring your hands to his chest, pushing him back a few steps, yelling, “Just teach me how to ride, god dammit!”
Then, you’re stuck in place and so is Harry. You let out heavy breaths, your shoulders tight as your stomach turns. Silence fills the air as you both stand in front of each other. What had you just done?
Finally, the emotions that you’d buried deep down earlier had erupted and you look like an asshole. But you still felt hurt. But he was the only thing that ever healed the hurt inside of you. So, right in front of Harry, you broke down. A sob rushed out of your throat, tears falling as you stepped over to him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest.
Harry wraps his arms around you and slowly rubs his hand up and down your back trying to soothe you. “It’s okay, honey, you’re okay.” He laid kisses on top of your head as you cried out into his chest. That was something that you loved about Harry. He didn’t need to know what was wrong, only that if something was wrong, he wanted to fix it.
You cried out every single tear you could until his shirt was soaked and your face was drenched. He pulled your face away from his chest to get a good look at you. He stared into your eyes, hand cupping your cheek, asking, “What’s hurting you, honey?”
You bit your lip staring at him, debating whether or not you wanted to tell him. Of course, you wanted to tell him, but you didn’t know if it would make you sound like a crazy jealous wife. Because maybe you were in the wrong. What if this was just all in your own head? Wouldn’t you look stupid.
You took a deep breath, “I know you’re giving Ada lessons.”
Harry’s face morphed into an expression that you couldn’t read. His mouth dropped open a touch and you thought that maybe it was guilt that you saw.
“Y/n,” He shook his head, “I’m so sorry.” He was sorry? Did that mean he had done something? “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“No, it’s okay,” You try to fan your face to dry the tears on your cheeks. “I’m sorry I acted this way, it was stupid-”
Harry grabbed your face again, “Don’t you ever say that. It wasn’t stupid. I’m stupid. I’m so fucking stupid because I actually believed her.” Now, you were confused.
“What?” You asked. What the hell was going on right now?
Harry sighed and grabbed your hands. “I didn’t wanna teach her, but she came to me with this sob story,” Shaking his head, a look of disgust washed over his face. “Told me her dad said she needed lessons cause of she didn’t learn how to do something around their farm soon, he’d kick her out.”
A wave of relief crashed over you. You had no idea she still lived with her dad and you were assuming Harry didn’t either. Ada’s dad also had a farm, but it wasn’t nearly as big as the Style’s ranch.
Your shoulders dropped. “Oh.”
Harry nodded, “Yeah, accept he didn’t say that. She just made up the whole goddamn story as a way to get to me. I mean,” He motions behind him, “I’m sure you saw her out there. She knows how to ride a fucking horse. I feel so stupid.” He grabbed your face again. “You know she means nothing to me. Nothing else in the goddamn world means a thing to me if I don’t have you. You know that right?”
“Of course, I do.” You pressed your forehead to his, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “But why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I don’t know.” He shakes his head, “Honey I wish I had a reason, but I don’t. God, I’m so fucking stupid.” He gave you a quick kiss. “Forgive me, baby.”
You nod. “You’re forgiven,” You wrap your arms around his neck, “But you’re still gonna have to make it up to me.”
Harry pulled his face back, a mischievous smirk planted on his face. “Right here?” He asked, gripping your hips and backing you up and out of Milo’s stall, before shutting the stall door.
“Harry…” You whispered. The dimples grew on his cheeks which you knew meant he was up to no good. “What are you doing?” You asked as he began trailing his lips down your neck.
“Shh, trying to make it up to my wife.” He slurred against your neck, as if he was drunk off of the feeling. You giggle at his tone but push him off.
He groans at you but you just roll your eyes. “Down boy, you’ll get what you want. But I don’t really feel like giving the horses a show.” You grab his hand and pull him from the stalls quickly, scanning the ranch for a secret hideaway.
Harry tugs you to the right, saying, “The barn.”
You shake your head quickly. “Your dad!” You whisper shout. What was he thinking?
“Is done for the day.” He finishes, dragging you over to the big red building. As soon as you get in, He pushes you up against the wall, his lips immediately pressed to yours and his hands feeling all over your sundress. His hands slip beneath the material, going straight for your ass, squeezing it.
His tongue slips across your lips, making its way into your mouth as your hands make their way up to his hair at his neck. Your fingers tangle in the curls as you moan against his mouth. You were feeling the effects of his actions already as your arousal began to soak your panties. He pulls away from the kiss, breathless and a lust drunk smile on his face. He pulls his cowboy hat from his head, setting it on yours.
“Hold this for me?” Harry starts to lower himself onto his knees. “Wanna have a taste of my sweet, sweet Honey.”
He lifts your dress up to your waist, looking for you to hold it. You do, grabbing the hem of your dress as a breeze blows over your legs. Harry kisses the inside of your thighs, trailing up to the very apex. You let out a small gasp, your stomach caving in as he pressed his lips over top of the center of your panties.
“Oh, baby,” He placed a long lick along your covered center, “So worked up.” He hooked his fingers into your underwear, sliding them down your legs. He tucked them in the back pocket of his jeans before lifting one of your legs and placing it on shoulder. He locked his eyes on yours as he latched his mouth onto your cunt.
“Oh my god,” You sigh as he slid a hand back to hold your ass, pushing your pussy further in his face. Harry wrapped his tongue around your clit, sucking at it, sending zaps of pleasure through your body. He groans against you, his tongue moving to fuck into you. Your head starts to lull back at the loads of satisfaction you’re feeling but he’s quick to reach up and pinch your thigh, getting your attention.
“Eyes on me,” He speaks sternly against you. You nod and watch as he drowns himself in your arousal, exploring every inch of your pussy. “Ya wear dresses like this more often and I’ll be on my knees forever.”
It was one of the simple sun dresses that you had in your closet. You had no idea that it drove him this crazy, but you made a mental note.
You started grinding your hips against his face feeling the tingles climb up your spine. Harry nodded and kept himself still, letting you decide what felt good. “That’s it, honey, take what you want.” So, you did. Your hands dropped the bottom of the dress that you had been holding, sticking your hands in his hair and pushing his face against you.
“Harry,” Your voice grabbing onto a high pitch noise as your high started to creep up on you. Your head dropped forward as you watched him, his hat that sat on your head dipped forward over your face.
“Go ‘head, honey, come for me.” He his nose rubbed at your clit while his tongue continued fucking into you, making you moan out and pull his curls.
And all of a sudden, you were being pushed over the cliff and your high washed over you. Your legs shook as he lapped up every drop of your arousal like a puppy. You hoped that you weren’t too loud, but you couldn’t help yourself as he began to suck at your clit again.
You yelped and yanked at his hair, shaking your hair, “Too sensitive.”
Harry chuckled as he removed your leg from his shoulder, rising off his knees. He placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Feel good, baby?”
You hummed and nodded. “Just like jelly.”
“Ready for some more?” He picked you up from your ass and wrapped your legs around his waist, jogging you both to the house, leaving you squealing.
Prompt: Harry takes Mia with him on a work trip in New York City and all she asks is to take a couple photos in the hotel lobby photobooth
Word count: less than 1K
Authors note: this one’s short and sweet, I always have those Photo Booth aesthetics on my Pinterest so I get inspired. I imagine Harry like ceo/boss of pleasing and richrry but will do anything for Mia LOL(if you guys like this I’ll definitely do some more of them, its also 1 am so I'm sorry if the editing sucks)
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“Baby, can we?” Mia points to the vintage photobooth tucked away in the corner of the hotel Harry and her were staying at. It’s been the best weekend she could ask for surrounded by the towering views of New York City.
Harry had a work emergency out here so he decided to bring Mia for a get away. It’s been room service and bubble baths every night and she couldn’t ask for anything more.
Except making the man who hates having his photo taken do this one little thing.
Harry gives her a serious look before smirking at the pouty lips she give him.
“It’ll be quick and for our eyes only,” She grins, giving him puppy dog eyes before placing a kiss on his cheek.
Mia watches him have the argument in his head before ultimately he rolls his eyes and drags her to the booth.
“Itll be fun, I promise”
“This is only because I love you,” Harry mumbles before pushing the bright red curtain open to let her in. With a little bounce in her step she follows him in.
A squeal leaves Mia’s lips as Harry practically man handles you onto his lap and shuts the curtain for some privacy. They both take a second to get situated, making they know what poses they want to do.
“$10 for this rusty thing?!” Harry’s eyes practically bulge out of his eyes at the price of a small strip of paper.
Even the CEO for a multimillionaire dollar company has a budget I guess, it’s adorable.
“I got it!” Mia giggles, reaching into her small shoulder bag to grab some cash. By the time she pulls it out the countdown is starting on the small screen.
“I said I got-“
“Hush love, sit still and look pretty for the camera,” He scolded jokingly before grabbing her face in his hand placing a big kiss on her cheek. Mia scrunches up her face as the flash goes off.
“Easy enough,” She smirks at his last comment before he pinches your thigh. “I’m always pretty,”
“Mhm my pretty girl” He hums, looking over to Mia with biggest smile on his face. It had been a long time since Harry found someone like her. He’d be damned if he were to ever let this one go.
The two don’t even notice that the count down starts as mia leans down to place her lips on his.
In the heat of the moment Harry slides his tongue between her lips to deepen the kiss and the flash goes off. Mia pull back, slightly out of breath from the intensity of it all.
“A proper porno,” He jokes, making Mia’s head fall back in laughter. She could feel her heart practically pound out of her chest at the dimples on his cheeks.
“Not our first rodeo,” Mia smirks, nipping at his lip. That toothy grin of his appears into the kissed they shared before they get ready for the next one.
Mia never thought she could feel so deeply for someone like this. Everytime he was around she found it hard to function properly.
“What’s next?” He asks, getting ready for the next one.
On the high of him, Mia wraps her hands around his head, sticking her tongue out for a silly one. At the last second she decide to tussle up Harry's hair, making his face drop.
“Oh that’s the winner,” She laughs, watching him glare at her as he trys to fight a smile.
“That’s all you get now,” he mumbles, standing up to exit the booth as the last photo counts down.
“You looked hot!” Mia squeals, wrapping her arms sounded his toned waist to pull him back. Harry stops and turns back to grab a hold of her chin.
“Yeah?” He asks as Mia looks up at him, feeling a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. “How hot?”
Her mouth slightly opens to say something as the flash goes off and there’s now a photo of her in full submission. This is something Harry would cherish forever.
“That’s a keeper,” He chuckles as she pushes him off.
Prompt: Harry takes Mia with him on a work trip in New York City and all she asks is to take a couple photos in the hotel lobby photobooth
Word count: less than 1K
Authors note: this one’s short and sweet, I always have those Photo Booth aesthetics on my Pinterest so I get inspired. I imagine Harry like ceo/boss of pleasing and richrry but will do anything for Mia LOL(if you guys like this I’ll definitely do some more of them, its also 1 am so I'm sorry if the editing sucks)
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“Baby, can we?” Mia points to the vintage photobooth tucked away in the corner of the hotel Harry and her were staying at. It’s been the best weekend she could ask for surrounded by the towering views of New York City.
Harry had a work emergency out here so he decided to bring Mia for a get away. It’s been room service and bubble baths every night and she couldn’t ask for anything more.
Except making the man who hates having his photo taken do this one little thing.
Harry gives her a serious look before smirking at the pouty lips she give him.
“It’ll be quick and for our eyes only,” She grins, giving him puppy dog eyes before placing a kiss on his cheek.
Mia watches him have the argument in his head before ultimately he rolls his eyes and drags her to the booth.
“Itll be fun, I promise”
“This is only because I love you,” Harry mumbles before pushing the bright red curtain open to let her in. With a little bounce in her step she follows him in.
A squeal leaves Mia’s lips as Harry practically man handles you onto his lap and shuts the curtain for some privacy. They both take a second to get situated, making they know what poses they want to do.
“$10 for this rusty thing?!” Harry’s eyes practically bulge out of his eyes at the price of a small strip of paper.
Even the CEO for a multimillionaire dollar company has a budget I guess, it’s adorable.
“I got it!” Mia giggles, reaching into her small shoulder bag to grab some cash. By the time she pulls it out the countdown is starting on the small screen.
“I said I got-“
“Hush love, sit still and look pretty for the camera,” He scolded jokingly before grabbing her face in his hand placing a big kiss on her cheek. Mia scrunches up her face as the flash goes off.
“Easy enough,” She smirks at his last comment before he pinches your thigh. “I’m always pretty,”
“Mhm my pretty girl” He hums, looking over to Mia with biggest smile on his face. It had been a long time since Harry found someone like her. He’d be damned if he were to ever let this one go.
The two don’t even notice that the count down starts as mia leans down to place her lips on his.
In the heat of the moment Harry slides his tongue between her lips to deepen the kiss and the flash goes off. Mia pull back, slightly out of breath from the intensity of it all.
“A proper porno,” He jokes, making Mia’s head fall back in laughter. She could feel her heart practically pound out of her chest at the dimples on his cheeks.
“Not our first rodeo,” Mia smirks, nipping at his lip. That toothy grin of his appears into the kissed they shared before they get ready for the next one.
Mia never thought she could feel so deeply for someone like this. Everytime he was around she found it hard to function properly.
“What’s next?” He asks, getting ready for the next one.
On the high of him, Mia wraps her hands around his head, sticking her tongue out for a silly one. At the last second she decide to tussle up Harry's hair, making his face drop.
“Oh that’s the winner,” She laughs, watching him glare at her as he trys to fight a smile.
“That’s all you get now,” he mumbles, standing up to exit the booth as the last photo counts down.
“You looked hot!” Mia squeals, wrapping her arms sounded his toned waist to pull him back. Harry stops and turns back to grab a hold of her chin.
“Yeah?” He asks as Mia looks up at him, feeling a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. “How hot?”
Her mouth slightly opens to say something as the flash goes off and there’s now a photo of her in full submission. This is something Harry would cherish forever.
“That’s a keeper,” He chuckles as she pushes him off.
Authors note: hi! This is a snippet from my fic on wattpad called Grapejuice Blues. I thought it would be a good little intro to the tumblr world but I will be putting out a one shot soon. Let me know if you like it:)
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It's not fair.
The asshole knows what he's doing.
Harry looks up from his conversation to send me a smirk. His face is stupid, a stupid pretty face that makes me feel completely normal.
But his eyes always found a way to get to me. A pretty green with leaves of golden sunlight. I looked into them and saw something that terrified me, hope.
My heart skipped a beat when the girl in front of him started to rub up on his arm. There was this urge in me to do something but I couldn't. This bar was filled with decent men I could sleep with, but no. The cowboy-themed night was a cherry on top, he looked good in a hat.
As much as I can sit here denying it, I don't like seeing him with other girls. I didn't like seeing him with Forest and I didn’t like this.
I'm not dumb, I know I have no say over what the fuck he does or who he does. That doesn't make it any easier to ignore it.
Who does he think he is? He goes around acting like he’s the boss of anyone who walks in his path and I’m supposed to let him? Fuck that, not even to mention how he kissed me not even 45 minutes ago.
Before I can logically think I'm walking up to them. My feet carry me in his direction, his focus now on my next move.
"Sorry, am I interrupting?" I ask, tapping the girl's shoulder. The bitch turns around so fast I step back. She looks me up and down with a disgusted face.
"Clearly," she snaps, turning back to Harry. He just sits there with an amused face, watching this play out.
If he can walk around and demand what’s his, so can I.
"Damn Harry, I didn't know your type was cunt," I scoff, watching Harry's eyes widen. The girl once again turns back to but with a look of rage.
"What the fuck did you just say?!" Now I feel bad, I don't know what's come over me. I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m not mean like this but he gets me so angry sometimes.
"Take your desperation somewhere else, 'cause he's not fucking you tonight," She spits, leaning back onto Harry who honestly looks uncomfortable. I was going to walk away but after that, I have some things to say.
"Do you seriously think you’re getting lucky tonight Dolly Parton?" I bite back.
"You're such a bit-"
"That sucks, he owes me an orgasm," I push past her to grab Harry's hand without another word. He doesn't say anything and lets me pull him away.
I push through the crowd to make my way to the nearest bathroom. "This is the woman-"
"Shut up," I cut him off.
We make it there and surprisingly it is empty. I lock the door behind us and go to double-check the stalls. Once I get to the biggest one, I turn back to decide what my next move is.
I don't get that luxury because a pair of hands are on my waist, pushing me against the door of the stall.
Harry's lips find mine in a second. We make it into the stall, falling against the wall. His moans fill my mouth as I grab onto his hips.
"Her voice was fucking annoying," He groans, pulling my body into his.
“Look at you twins, stop talking”
I shut him up as I knocked his cowboy hat off onto the floor, feeling his damp hair under my fingertips. I give one of his curls a slight tug, he breaks the kiss with a gasp.
Soon enough he's back on me, sucking away at my bare neck. Almost immediately he finds my sweet spot which has me rolling my eyes back. His teeth graze my skin every once in a while just using me as he pleases.
"Didn't know I owed you something," He mumbles, watching as he grinds his hips into me. I now see the red lipstick smearing over his lips
Fuck.
"Yet here you are," I tease, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. He loses himself before placing a sloppy kiss on my lips.
It's all happening so fast and the mix of alcohol is adding to the intensity. Don't blame me, it’s Tito’s problem now.
"Are you trying to use me, ladybug?" He asks with a smile, his hand wrapping around my neck. His thumb and middle finger press against this point that has my head swirling.
The pressure and rage create an addictive bliss but I have to stick my ground.
"You could be useful for once and get on your knees," I mumble out, finding my mix of dominance with him. He doesn't seem like he would take direction well so I'm not sure where this is going to go.
"Please?" I plead out, not knowing what to say.
His mouth parted, and I felt my hand slide down his thigh. He nods his head and lowers himself to his knees in front of me.
I feel proud that I've gotten him to this point twice now.
"That was easy,"
"Like you," he mumbled, eyebrows scrunched together when he started to pull my skirt up. I wore these lace bottoms just in case anyone was seeing them tonight.
Harry disappears under my skirt, his hot breath spreading across my core. I throw my head back at the feeling, curling my hands into fists.
The bastard toys with me at first, sliding his thumb across the wet patch on my underwear. Hed applied subtle pressure that had my knees buckling but not for long.
His lips were on the inner thing, just mere centimeters away from where I was aching.
"So wet, all for me?" He peers up with his eyes, curling a finger into my underwear so he can pull it to the side. I softly moan and give him a nod to keep going.
He's not having any of that.
"Words, baby," He demanded, blowing air straight into my clit. Naturally, my legs tried to shut but he wouldn't let that happen.
"Yes Daddy," I let out, practically begging him to give me what I wanted.
"There's my girl,"
Finally, he licked a stripe up my cunt, groaning at the taste. He took my clit into his mouth, sucking ever so softly to the point where it was driving me crazy.
The way his tongue dips into my cunt, curling inside to have me almost falling over. I could fall in love on the spot.
"I GOT IT!"
or not.
I gasped, my heart dropping as the door burst open, thankfully I locked our stall. Harry looks up at me but not stopping his assault on my clit.
There's a group of girls mingling and drunkenly laughing in the bathrooms now. I go to push Harry away but it feels too good.
He takes his time between my legs as I bite back my moans. My fingers have now made their way to his hair, tugging more as I get closer.
"And then he dumped me for my sister!" This girl bursts into tears as her friends comfort her. I can't believe this is happening, but I couldn't find it in me to stop.
Harry smiles into my cunt, placing a kiss straight onto my clit. Suddenly he’s back on his feet, grabbing my chin to capture my lips.
There was something about his lips that made my mind go all fuzzy. The soft yet plump touch that I'm graced with couldn't be matched.
His hands roaming my body made me feel safe. It felt as if it was just him and I here, no one else.
We continue to make out until I feel his hand rubbing between my legs. He starts to suck on my neck more, whispering dirty nothings into my ear.
"You're such a slut for it, with all these people in here?" He whispers into my ear, plunging his finger into my soaking hole.
There were only a couple of seconds where he slowly moved his finger in and out. The tip of his middle finger circled my hole then surprised me when he would slide it in.
At first, he was testing the waters and not giving it to me fully. His fingers were much longer than I thought, reaching spots inside that I didn't even know could feel like this.
He curls them inside me, not breaking eye contact at any point. My eyes flutter close, feeling his grip on my jaw.
"Look at me, you owe me that," He whispers against my lips before placing a soft peck on them. It felt more like a plea rather than a demand. Either way, he could say anything at this moment and I would be on board.
Then he picks up his pace, watching me fall apart in the palm of his hand, literally.
“Fuck-“
"I know, baby, I know," He reassures, making it even harder to think straight.
He doesn't hold back in the slightest, rapidly fucking me with his fingers. I wasn't sure how much more I could take with being quiet. The girls on the other side of the door were getting louder so it was a little easier.
"Harry, please-" I gasp into his chest, fisting at his shirt.
"What a piece of trash, fuck that guy!" Another drunk girl slurred her friends. This reminded us that we're not alone and we could get caught at any moment.
It felt wrong to like that thrill, but it only made us want to keep going. Just the possibility, it was only thrilling when I was doing it with him.
I feel the burn in my stomach start to swirl as I'm about to release. Harry takes notice using his other hands to slide his thumb into my mouth.
My lips wrap around it, looking up at him through my lashes. His sea-green eyes darken with lust as I bob my head slightly.
"You gonna come?" He taunts me, all I can do is nod my head weakly. A second later he's back on his knees, fingers still deep inside me.
There's now the mix of that and his mouth back on me that drives me off the edge. He shakes his head with his tongue flat on my clit.
"Come in my mouth, Townes," He practically begs, cuddling his fingers in just the right spot to have me finishing all over his lips.
All I can hear is his sucking up any part of my release that he could. I can't help but gasp as he rubs on my sensitive clit. My legs run weak to the point where they wobble.
"Why was the door locked?" Someone asks.
I look down at Harry with a grin, pulling him back up to taste my cum on his lips. Chills run down my spine when his warm hands never leave my skin. He clutched onto me for dear life.
"You taste good, Ladybug," He grins, sliding his tongue into my mouth. "Anything else I owe you?" He cheekily asked.
I shake my head, did he not want anything in return?
My hands reach out to graze the part of his waist that was exposed. His head drops to watch my next move, placing a hand on my wrist.
"You don't owe me anything," He says.
"I want to," I say, leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips. He blushes at me and falls to my neck.
"Did you forget we're not alone?" He whispers into my ear.
Fuck, I did forget.
I quietly groaned, kissing up his neck. This is odd, this is the most domestic we've been with each other.
"Time to make my exit," He mumbles, his thumb gliding across my bottom lip before placing a kiss on my cheek.
Before I'm able to stop him he's grabbed his hat from the floor and is unlocking the stall door.
"Har-"
The group of girls turns back to see Harry wiping his mouth and me fixing my skirt in the background. They all stare in awe as he walks up to the sink to grab a paper towel and turn back to hand it to me.
"You're lipstick-smeared, bug," he tells me.
"Ladies," He turns back to tip his hat to the group of girls gawking at him. One of them looks back at me with shocked eyes and a wide grin.
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