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Started: January 29, 2023
* = smut
ONE SHOTS
BLURBS
MINI SERIES:
(oldest to newest)
The Fake Girlfriend* (semi enemies-to-lovers) FINISHED
Thin Lines* (rockstar!harry x opera singer!mc) FINISHED
Mr. Sunshine* (grumpy!mc x sunshine! harry) FINISHED
Nemesis with Benefits* (enemies-to-lovers) ONGOING
SERIES:
NFWMB* (boxer!harry x innocent!reader)
bucky posed like an angry wife ready to greet his husband
currently binging white collar and watched matt bomer slightly lift his shirt.
this must be what victorian men felt like seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time.
Hii idk if you’ve written something like this before but if you haven’t could you write some Harry styles shower sex plsss tyyy
hiii! Thank you for your request! I actually haven’t written something like that and idk why bc I definitely should!! I can totally see it already🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️ coming to ur screen soon
Miss jars I have a niche ask and it’s ok if not but can you do a blurb with ball worship…. Maybe mean dom Harry
I haven’t done mean dom H in a while but I made a whole concept in my head of ex boyfriendrry that’s kinda toxic but I figured someone may like this so… thank you for giving me a prompt to do this with 🤭
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Warnings- he’s technically her ex but also not, mean dom!harry, toxic relationship and dynamic, ball worship, some degradation, brief use of Daddy, some name calling, filthy filthy
Standing in the bedroom, shirtless and boxers down around his thighs as she knelt before him on the carpet wasn’t an unusual sight, but it was one he fucking loved to see. Eager eyes peering up at him with desperation on her pretty face, he could feel it leaking off of her just like this.
It was too bad she had misbehaved.
His hand was deceivingly gentle, carding through her hair while she licked over his balls with an enthusiasm that had him biting back a mean grin. The sight of her on her knees for him was fucking everything- his girl being so eager to please him turned him inside out every time.
“You wish you had my cock in that throat right now, hm?”
She whimpered against his skin, a pitiful, needy sound that made his dick twitch and strain harder where it rested against her cheek, his fist running down the length of it back and forth to tease her about what she couldn’t have. Her tongue was relentless over his sac, laving at him with worship that made him bite back a laugh. It felt so fucking good to have her be desperate for him, to get her reduced to this.
It never escaped him what a lucky sonofabitch he was. "You had been such a good girl lately, but you had t’fuckin’ ruin it. Going on a fucking date with that piece of shit when we both know you were going to come crawling bac t’me anyways, huh?” The hand in her hair guided her head back just enough to expose his cock to her mouth, the tip glistening with her spit already from when she’d tried to take it in her mouth initially. "You want forgiveness? You'll have to earn it. "
Her eyes watered up at him, pupils dilated and full of that need he loved seeing in them. The attempt at a date did nothing for her. They both knew it was to bait him into coming to ruin it, just like he always did.
She’d huff and puff and cry, tell him she didn’t want him back, but the moment he showed up and told her that she was leaving with him and to say goodbye to the sorry prick that had asked her out, she’d followed him to his car like a puppy wagging her tail and let herself into his house. like fucking clockwork.
That’s how it always went.
“You knew he wasn’t going to be able to give you what you need, yeah? You know it’s only me who can give you the nasty fuck you want.”
Back and forth. Cat and mouse. She’s go out with these so called ‘nice guys’, wait for him to come and save her from being bored, because she knew he was watching and that they weren’t ever actually done.
Every time they broke up, she pulled shit like this instead of just coming to find him. Thats how she liked it.
"No answer?" He asked, tilting her head back further to look up at him. "You gonna just sit there and lick my fucking balls like the needy little slut you are?" She whimpered again, face hot as she glared up at him but didn’t stop, tongue dragging up him yet again.
“Of course not.” The bitter laugh didn’t do much to deter her as he tightened his grip in her hair, pulling her mouth closer to him. “You just went out because you wanted me to come take you back home, where you belong. On your knees with a drippy little cunt and a mouth full of cock.” The words came out gruff, albeit with a hint of approval as he watched her tongue swipe over his sack before mouthing at them, feeling them tighten up at the attention.
His hand guided her head back so she was looking up at him with those pretty eyes filled with tears and desperation. “You know what happens when you misbehave, don’t you?” She nodded eagerly against his palm, mouth opening to suck on the sack without being prompted.
“Yeah, you do. Filthy little thing. Love t’make me mad and come back here to get fucked, but you’re going to work for it first. You love this cock too much, don’t you baby?” He crooned, petting her hair back so he could see all of her eyes. “You need me just as much as I need you. That slutty pussy knows who it belongs to. Just need your pretty head to catch up. Keep trying to run from me so I catch you, baby. Keep making me fuck you dumb so you can have a reminder on who loves you best. I’ll make sure that pretty little brain remembers it this time, because m’getting real fucking tired of this game.”
“Daddy…” She whined low in her throat, the sound vibrating against his balls and making his stomach muscles ripple sharply. Her apology was written all over her face with those deliciously wet eyes, flushed cheeks, pouty mouth that she couldn’t keep from working over him. It was an addiction, the back and forth, the way she purposely poked the bear until he pinned her down and fucked her until she remembered exactly who she belonged to.
“Oh, so now I’m Daddy? That’s fucking rich.” He scoffed, gritting his teeth.
God, he fucking loved her.
"You keep on doing it. Keep trying to find someone else to take care of this greedy little cunt. We both know no one else is ever going to get you this wet. You’re dripping on my fuckin’ floor just from sucking on me.” He groaned deep in his throat as she pulled off of him, the sickly, wet pop noise making his stomach clench before he guided her mouth to the other side.
“So go on… Keep pretending you don’t beg for this cum inside you, like you don’t beg me to take the condom off every time. Until you stop this shit, you won’t get it inside you at all. All you’re going to do is suck on Daddy’s balls while I jerk myself off and cum on this pretty, pathetic face.”
On Display
Summary: Harry decides it's time you see exactly how pretty you look when you're falling apart for him.
Warnings: i'm about to sound like eminem established relationship, thigh riding in front of a mirror, sex in front of a mirror, fingering, oral (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), light choking, praise, dirty talk, brief edging, overstimulation, gentle dom!Harry
Word Count: 2,301
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Your shared bedroom is dimly lit by a single warm lamp in the corner, casting long, golden shadows across the walls and the massive full-length mirror that dominates one side of the room.
You're stripped down to nothing but a thin black lace bralette that barely contains your breasts, your panties long discarded somewhere on the floor. Harry sits on the very edge of the king-sized bed, facing the mirror directly, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs that do very little to hide how hard he is. His thighs are thick, the muscles flexing as he spreads them slightly and reaches for you with both hands.
''Come here, baby,'' he murmurs, voice low and commanding, pulling you forward until you're straddling one of his muscular thighs. Your bare, soaked pussy presses perfectly against the firm muscle, the friction immediate and devastating. Harry's hands settle on your hips, guiding you, but he doesn't let you hide. He turns your body so you're facing the mirror completely, forcing you to confront your own reflection: flushed cheeks, parted lips, nipples visibly hard through the lace.
''Look at yourself,'' he says softly but firmly, one large hand sliding up to wrap gently around the front of your throat. He doesn't squeeze hard, just uses enough pressure to make your pulse jump under his palm and remind you he's in control. His other hand stays on your hip, encouraging you to move. ''Look how fucking pretty you are like this. Dripping all over my thigh before I've even properly touched you.''
You let out a shaky breath as you start to rock against him, the slick sounds of your arousal loud in the quiet room. The sight in the mirror is obscene and intoxicating, your body moving desperately on his thigh, his tattooed arm across your chest and his fingers resting possessively on your throat. Harry's eyes are locked on your reflection, on the way your breasts bounce slightly with every roll of your hips, and darken with lust as he watches you use his body for your pleasure.
''That's it,'' he praises, voice husky with need. ''Ride my thigh. Such a good girl. Look at how wet you're making me, baby. You're soaking right through my boxers. So desperate and needy... grinding that pretty little pussy all over me while you watch yourself fall apart.''
His hand tightens around your throat, the light pressure sending sparks of heat straight to your core. You moan louder, hips moving faster as you chase the friction against your swollen clit. Harry's free hand slides down to grip your ass, steadily guiding your hips until you're desperate and humping his thigh with shameless abandon.
''What did I say? Eyes on the mirror,'' he commands when your head starts to tip back. ''Don't you dare look away. I want you to see exactly what I see: how hot you look when you're this fucking horny. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed, tits bouncing every time you roll those perfect hips... God, if I died right now I'd die a happy man, baby.''
The combination of his dirty words, the relentless pressure on your clit, and the sight of yourself in the mirror, shamelessly riding his thigh while his hand collars your throat, pushes you dangerously close to the edge embarrassingly fast. Your breathing grows ragged, little whimpers and moans spilling from your lips as your movements become more frantic.
Harry leans in closer, lips brushing your ear, eyes still locked on your reflection in the mirror. ''You're close already, aren't you? I can feel this pretty little pussy squeezing around nothing, practically begging to be fucked, huh? Come on, baby. Make a mess on my thigh.''
The filthy encouragement paired with the perfect drag of your clit against his firm muscle and the possessive grip on your throat finally sends you crashing over the edge. You come hard with a broken cry, thighs clamping down around his leg as waves of intense pleasure rip through you. Your reflection shows everything: the way your mouth falls open, how your back arches, the way your entire body trembles and shakes as you ride out the orgasm on his thigh.
Harry groans deeply at the sight, his cock twitching hard against your ass as he watches you fall apart in the mirror. His hand stays on your throat the entire time, grounding you, owning you, while his other arm wraps around your waist to keep you steady as you come down from the high, still slowly grinding against him with aftershocks.
He doesn't give you much time to recover from your orgasm. His hands reverently slide up your trembling body, taking his time worshipping you before helping you stand on shaky legs directly in front of the mirror.
Your back presses against his chest for a moment as he stands behind you, both of you facing your reflections. The sight is unbearably intimate, your skin flushed and glowing, his thigh glistening with your release, his tattooed arms wrapped around your waist. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, dark and hungry, but somehow still so tender.
''Still with me, baby?'' he murmurs against your ear, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your shoulder. When you nod breathlessly, he smiles, that slow, devastating smile, and sinks gracefully to his knees in front of you, eyes locked on yours the entire time.
You nearly come from the visual alone. He's on his knees before you, looking up at you with pure lust and affection while positioned perfectly so you can watch everything in the mirror. Your fingers instinctively tangle into his messy curls as he leans in, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. Your eyes flutter shut in bliss as he takes his time, savoring you, licking and sucking marks into your skin before finally dragging his tongue slowly through your soaked folds.
A broken moan escapes you the moment his mouth makes contact with your sensitive pussy. He eats you out like a man starved, circling your clit with lethal precision, then dips lower to fuck you with his tongue. Your grip tightens in his hair, grinding helplessly against his face.
Harry groans deeply into your pussy, the vibration sending sparks through your entire body.
''Look at us,'' he rasps between licks, pulling back just enough to glance over his shoulder at the full-length mirror. ''Look how fucking pretty you look with my tongue buried inside you. Fuck, I love you.''
You force your eyes to stay on the mirror, watching as his head moves between your thighs. His back muscles flex with every motion, the cross necklace swaying against his chest. Then you feel his tongue tracing deliberate traces patterns inside your pussy.
H... A... R... R... Y.
He's spelling his own name.
The realization hits you suddenly, pulling a loud, embarrassed moan from your throat. Harry chuckles darkly against your core, clearly pleased you noticed, and doubles down, sucking your clit hard while two thick fingers slide deep inside you, curling perfectly against that spot he knows makes your knees buckle instantly.
''That's right, baby,'' he murmurs, voice muffled but filthy. ''My name sounds so good on your tongue... and even better written inside this pretty pussy. She's all mine, isn't she?''
You hum weakly.
He doesn't stop. He keeps you right on the edge with his mouth and fingers, bringing you to the brink over and over, only to pull back at the last second until you're whimpering and begging, thighs shaking violently around his shoulders. When he finally lets you come again, it's shattering, your fingers tightening almost painfully in his curls as you cry out and watch yourself fall apart in the mirror while he drinks every drop like it's his favorite thing in the world.
You're still trembling when he rises to his feet, lips shiny with your arousal. Without a word, he pushes gently against your shoulder, guiding you to your knees in front of him, his hand carefully gathering your hair back into a loose ponytail and holding it tenderly away from your face. The gesture is strikingly loving despite how filthy the situation is.
Your hands tremble slightly as you pull his boxer briefs down, his thick, hard cock springing free. Harry keeps his grip gentle on your hair as you take him into your mouth, sucking him slowly at first, then with more confidence as his low groans fill the room. He relishes every obscene detail in the mirror: the way your lips stretch around him, the tears gathering in your eyes when he hits the back of your throat.
He watches it all with dark, hungry fascination, occasionally glancing down at you directly just to see the way your lashes flutter.
''Fuck, look at you,'' he breathes, voice wrecked. ''So beautiful sucking my cock. Taking me so well, baby.''
He rocks his hips softly, careful not to overwhelm you. His hand stays gentle but firm in your hair as he fucks your mouth with slow, controlled thrusts, the head of his cock sliding over your tongue and nudging the back of your throat. You moan around him, the vibrations pulling a deep groan from his chest, his head tipping back.
''Fuck, baby... your mouth feels so good,'' he rasps, voice strained. His hips rut into you a little faster, a little deeper, but he's still careful, never pushing you past your limit. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue, getting closer with every wet glide. ''I'm gonna come soon if you keep sucking me like that, and I still want to fuck you.''
He pulls out slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. You gasp for air, lips swollen and shiny.
Harry leans down and kisses you messily, tasting himself on your tongue, before guiding you onto the bed.
He lays you on your back with your head hanging slightly over the edge, giving you an upside-down view of the mirror. The position feels vulnerable and exposed, but the sight in the reflection, your body laid out for him, breasts heaving, legs spread, makes fresh heat pool between your thighs. Harry climbs over you, stroking his cock as he looks down at you with pure reverence.
''Keep your eyes on the mirror,'' he orders softly, voice thick with lust.
He pushes into you in one smooth, deep thrust. The angle has you crying out as he bottoms out easily given how wet you are, the head of his cock pressing right against your cervix. The stretch is intense, almost too much, but it feels so fucking good.
Harry groans loudly, gripping your hips as he starts to move, his slow, deep strokes making your hands twist in the sheets.
''Look at us,'' he breathes, eyes flicking between your face and the mirror. ''Look how well you're taking me. So fucking pretty with my cock buried inside you like this.''
You moan helplessly, the upside-down reflection of him fucking you adding a deep level of intimacy to the moment. Harry reaches over to grab a pillow and slide it under your hips, tilting you at the perfect angle. The forced arch of your back makes him hit even deeper, bumping against your cervix with every thrust. The sensation is sharp and overwhelming, pleasure bordering on ecstasy.
''Fuck, Harry,'' you gasp, eyes locked on the mirror where you can now clearly see his thick cock disappearing inside you again and again.
''Oh, I know, baby,'' he coos, one hand coming up to lightly wrap around your throat again. ''I can feel it. Can feel how deep I am. You're squeezing me so fucking tight every time I hit the spot.''
He fucks you harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. His eyes stay glued to the mirror, mesmerized by the sight of his cock stretching you open, your pussy creaming around him with every thrust. Then he flips you over, your chest pressed to the mattress, head resting on your forearms, ass high in the air. You can see everything in the mirror, the way your back arches, how your pussy looks stretched around his cock as he pushes back inside you from behind.
Harry grips your hips and starts pounding into you, deep and relentless. ''Tell me what you see,'' he demands, voice raspy. ''Tell me how it looks when I fuck you like this.''
You can barely form words, but you try between moans. ''I look... so full. Your cock is so big, Harry, stretching me open so good.''
He rewards you with a particularly hard thrust, one hand reaching around to rub your clit while the other stays on your hip. The pleasure builds impossibly quick, and you come for the third time that night with a broken scream, clenching hard around him as your body shakes.
Harry follows right after, burying himself deep with a guttural groan, thick ropes of cum painting your gummy walls and dripping down your folds. He's briefly fixated on the sight of his release slowly leaking out of you, glistening on the soft skin of your thighs.
But he isn't done.
He watches in awe for a moment, then reaches down and pushes two fingers inside you, fucking his cum back into your spent pussy with a smug smile. You whimper, oversensitive and exhausted after three intense orgasms, and collapse onto the bed.
Harry doesn't let you off the hook so easily.
He keeps his fingers moving, curling them perfectly, thumb brushing your clit as he leans over you. ''C'mon, baby,'' he encourages, voice dark and coaxing. ''I know you can give me one more. Just one more. Be a good girl and look at yourself in the mirror while I play with you.''
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HE SPELLED HIS OWN NAME???? AND THEN HE CRACKED HER AGAIN???
I’m so glad I stumbled upon this so quickly after it was posted😝 Perfect bedtime read🙂↕️🤍
No One Like You*
Summary: “You and Harry are very bad at being exes, and this wedding you’re both invited to really doesn’t help…”
Wc: 1.7k
Warnings: smut, very light choking, sub/dom dynamics (it switches!), jealousy, toxicity, cheating, tiny bit of nipple play
A/N: I found this blurb from a while ago sitting in my drafts and it was simply too freaky not to share, so I hope you enjoy! I’m working up a taglist, so if you want to be informed whenever I post a new blurb/one shot/etc, let me know!
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"This is bad."
Harry knew he was doomed the moment he said it, but saying the words was at least proof that he tried to restrain yourself. Though, from the moment he had seen you at the wedding tonight, he was already sold.
Growing up in a town where everyone knows each other had its pros and cons. Pros, the community felt like a large family. Cons, everyone knew about your dating life.
When you and Harry got together seven years ago, it was the talk of the town. For the longest time, your parents had (not so) secretly talked to each other about how nice it would be if you and Harry were to get together. The spark had been there since Harry's family moved a few houses down the street years ago. It was only in the last year of college that he finally dared to ask you on a date. The rest was history, until your relationship became history. Then it was all just tragedy.
About a year and a half ago, you guys had called it quits. You'd gotten a terrific job in another city, and the late nights and mixed schedules didn't do well for your and Harry's relationship. It was a mutual decision, and it had pained the both of you immensely. Harry never wanted to lose you, but it felt impossible to mix your lives in a way that was feasible for the both of you. Harry had offered to move with you, but you didn't want him to leave his life behind for you. You'd suggested moving back, but he wouldn't hear of it.
The relationship ended with Harry's words which you held onto dearly:
"If it's meant to be, we'll find our way back to each other."
Since then, you had in fact found your way back multiple times. There had been instances, parties or other functions, the both of you attended. More often than not, and by that you actually meant always, you'd end up in bed with each other. There was a magnetic pull that kept drawing him back to you, and vice versa. Sometimes, you were the first to cave, but most of the time it was him.
Tonight, was the first time it was perfectly mutual.
One of your high school friends, Sally, was getting married, and the both of you had been invited to the wedding. Harry had been dating someone new for the past few months. Her name was Sandra and he'd met her through a friend. She was nice, and fun, and Harry really wanted to try and make this work. Though, the second he saw you in that pink bridesmaids dress, he deeply regretted the decision.
You were furious, even though you had no leg to stand on. Still, you felt territorial over Harry. You hadn't even brought a date.
After the ceremony, Harry tried to go up to you, but you dodged his every attempt. You were annoyed with him and his date, and so you began shamelessly flirting with one of the groomsmen. It was incredibly toxic behavior, and you were aware, but it made Harry stare at you, and you couldn't rob yourself of that buzz.
When you went to the bathroom at one point, you hadn't even noticed Harry following you until you heard another pair of footsteps on the cobblestones. From that moment, both you and Harry knew there was a huge chance you'd end up with your legs spread for him, and that he definitely wouldn't be able to resist.
"This is very bad." Harry repeated as he stroked his cock over your entrance. Your heart was going a million miles an hour. You were sprawled out on the couch of a salon that had no locked door. Downstairs, there were loads of people chattering, but in this grand room, the only thing that echoed were their shaky breaths. You'd been bad before, what was one more time?
"We can stop, if you want to. I can go downstairs, find that groomsman—"
As soon as the words had left your mouth, Harry pushed himself into you. He swiftly clasped his hand to your mouth, muffling the moan that always escaped you when he got inside you. You loved that he anticipated that, you loved that he knew you.
This wasn't really a moment for slow, torturous sex. None of the events at which you hooked up were. Over the past two years, the both of you had mastered the art of the quick fuck. But something about this time was different. Harry was drawing it out.
"You're not going anywhere." He growled. His pace was slower than usual, but his thrusts were more intense. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in the pleasure, fingers moving down to your clit. Wrapping your legs around him, you tried to soak up every second of the immense pleasure he was always able to bring you. You knew each other right to the last detail. For example, you knew how much he liked his hair pulled.
"Fuck I missed you." He blurted out as your hand clasped onto the locks at the back of his head. He grabbed onto your hips to pull you closer as he screwed you into the couch. You opened your eyes, nearly drooling at the sight of his flexed muscles that peeked through his unbuttoned dress shirt.
"What did you miss about me?" You pried, needing the ego boost. Harry was too kind not to share all his thoughts with you, especially during sex. You had him wrapped around your finger.
"Everything— fuck..." Harry cursed as you squeezed around his cock. "Your body, your face, your smile, these legs, these fucking tits."
A smile erupted from you. Harry's breathy ramblings warmed your heart and your pussy, and with a stark demand that you be on top, you began riding his cock after Harry sat down on the couch. His eyes shone as you tugged down the top of your dress, revealing your breasts.
"Touch me. Show me how much you missed me." You demanded, positioning yourself so you could bounce on his cock. It was only a split second before Harry's hands were your tits, and you moaned at the sloppy kisses he left all over your chest and neck.
"Fuck Harry, you're so good. You wanted it so bad, hmm?" You egged him on. It was such a pleasure to see him this way; worshipping every inch of your body.
"Yes baby." Harry nodded, slapping your ass. "Couldn't pass on this pussy, now could I?"
"Nah-ah, it wasn't about passing up. You just couldn't resist." You corrected him, rolling your hips into him, slowly opening the rest of his buttons to reveal that beloved butterfly tattoo he got upon your request.
"Don't act like you weren't gagging for it, babydoll." Harry argued, wrapping his hand around your throat. "Spend the entire night trying to find a replacement for me."
That ticked you off.
"You have a replacement downstairs and you still came looking for me." You dug your nails into his chest and began bouncing on his cock again. Harry cursed at your change of pace. "Knew nothing is better than me, didn't you?"
"Fuck baby, yes, yes..." Harry responded drowsily as you tried to pound yourself into him the best you could.
"Go on, then. Fuck me, and tell me there's no one like me." You said, exposing the one thing you truly wanted him to tell you. Seeing him with someone else was a blow to your ego. It was already satisfactory seeing him fall apart beneath you, but you needed the verbal affirmation.
You audibly gasped when he suddenly began fucking up into you. The bliss of his cock ramming into you overtook all your senses, and you couldn't do anything but clamp onto him as he spilled out the confession you wanted to hear.
"There's no one like you baby. No one comes close to his pussy. I fuck other girls and I think of you— shit." He began to ramble. "I close my eyes and imagine it's you baby, but it's never as good. Shit... tell me you think of me too."
"I think of you all the time Harry, you're the only one who makes me—" you are stopped in the middle of your sentence as Harry starts to pinch your nipples. You cry out in pleasure. "F–fuck! I'm gonna come!"
Holding onto his shoulders to keep your balance, you start orgasming around his cock as you say Harry's name in a muffled scream.
"Fuuucckkk, I love hearing you say my name." He drawled, continuing to massage your nipples as you felt his sperm shooting into you.
There wasn't much time to come down from the high, especially since you heard people walking up the steps. With the mixture of your and his cum dripping down your thigh, you adjusted your dress and put on your heels that had fallen off your feet somewhere in the middle of this hasty, wretched act. Then, a voice sounded from the hallway.
"Have you guys seen Harry?"
It was Harry's date, Sandra. You and Harry locked eyes, both a bit panicked. The sting of what the two of you had done prompted you to look down at the floor. It was always like this. In the moment itself, there was nothing but you and Harry, but the second it was over, the walls went back up and the shoulders turned cold. Harry felt terrible towards Sandra, not only because he had ditched her and fucked his ex behind her back, but also because he didn't want to return to Sandra at all. If he had it his way, Harry would be walking out the door with you on his arm, as his girlfriend.
But he knew you wouldn't budge. He knew you too well, so much that the thought of you not wanting him could hurt him like nothing else in this world.
And Harry was right, because you immediately headed for the bathroom without another word, and he knew he shouldn't follow...
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The Favor
Summary: Stranded on the side of the road with a broken-down car and no money to fix it, you swallow your pride and call Harry, who comes to your rescue without hesitation. He's determined to cash in the favor, though. dad's friend!harry styles au
Warnings: dad's friend!Harry, slight age gap (mid twenties and early thirties), light dubcon/coercion theme, brief handjob, oral (m!receiving), fingering, rough sex in a car, cum swallowing
A/N: i've added a dubcon warning because though it is consensual, harry is rather manipulative in this au. if you're on my tag list but don't want to be tagged in future dubcon fics, just message me.
Word Count: 3,046
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''Fuck!''
The engine sputters twice, then dies completely with a pathetic cough, leaving you stranded in the middle of a quiet, winding road surrounded by nothing but dark trees and the faint glow of distant streetlights.
The silence that follows is almost deafening. You sit there for a long moment, hands still gripping the steering wheel, staring at the dashboard as the warning lights blink mockingly.
Of course this would happen tonight. Of course your ancient, barely-held-together car would choose the absolute worst possible moment to give up on you: on a deserted back road, hours after dark, with your phone battery already dangerously low and your savings even lower. You let out a shaky, frustrated breath.
Your parents would never let you live this down. You've been the black sheep of the family ever since you moved out, the disappointment amongst your siblings, the one who refused to follow the carefully paved path your parents had laid out since birth: the prestigious university, the respectable career, the advantageous marriage. While your older sister married into old money and your brother climbed the corporate ladder with the family name opening every door, you had chosen the messy, uncertain route of trying to make it on your own.
Now, at twenty-six, you were barely scraping by in a tiny apartment, working two jobs just to keep your head above water, and too stubborn to ask your parents for help. They already looked at you with that mixture of pity and disappointment every time you saw them. Calling them now would only confirm what they already believed: that you couldn't handle life without their money and influence.
So you don't call them.
Instead, your thumb hovers over Harry's contact. Harry, your father's friend from the country club, a connection that still feels strange even after two and a half years. Harry is only thirty-four, nearly twenty years younger than your dad, yet the two of them bonded quickly over golf, business talk, and a shared dry sense of humor.
He'd been introduced to you at one of your parents' garden parties when you were twenty-three, fresh out of a bad breakup and feeling painfully out of place among their polished social circle. Harry had been kind to you that night, attentive without being condescending, and over the years he'd become someone you could text casually, someone who always answered. He was successful, charming, and unfairly attractive, with a calm confidence that made every woman look twice.
You'd always harbored a quiet, guilty little crush on him, but you pushed those thoughts away because he was your father's friend.
Tonight, though, pride loses to desperation. You hit call.
Harry answers on the second ring, his voice warm and slightly concerned when he hears the shakiness in yours. He doesn't hesitate. ''Stay in the car with the doors locked. I'm coming to get you.''
Forty minutes later, headlights cut through the darkness. Harry's sleek black car pulls up behind yours. He steps out looking effortlessly put-together despite the late hour: dark sweater, jeans, curls slightly messy. He walks over to your window first, checking that you're okay before inspecting the dead car with a furrowed brow. His presence feels grounding, safe in a way that makes your eyes sting with relief.
''You alright?'' he asks once you're settled in his passenger seat, the heater blasting warm air that slowly thaws your chilled fingers. The scent of his expensive cologne filling the car makes your stomach flutter. He glances over at you as he starts driving, one hand loose on the wheel. ''That car's been on its last legs for a while, huh?''
You nod, sinking deeper into the leather seat, suddenly exhausted. When the city lights grow closer and he pulls up in front of your building, Harry turns off the engine and looks at you properly, worried eyes searching your face in the dim glow of the streetlights.
''Hey, why didn't you call your parents or your sister?'' he asks. ''You know they would've sent someone.''
You hesitate, fingers twisting in your lap.
The weight of the day, the humiliation, the constant feeling of not being enough, it all finally cracks something open. You tell him the truth. About the money troubles. About refusing to lean on your family's name and wealth like your siblings have done your whole life. About how exhausting it is to always be the disappointment, the one who chose independence and is now paying for it in every possible way.
Harry listens without interrupting, his expression unreadable. ''I can help with the car,'' he says softly when you finally fall quiet. ''Cover the repairs. I'd be happy to help out.''
''Are you sure? It might take a while until I'm able to pay you back,'' you say, surprised by his generosity. ''My jobs barely cover the rent.''
''Well,'' he drawls, reaching over and resting his hand gently on your thigh, the touch warm through your jeans. His thumb strokes once, slow and deliberate. ''Maybe you could repay me some other way.''
You sit frozen in the passenger seat, the warm air from the heater suddenly feeling too thick, too heavy against your skin. Harry's hand remains on your thigh, a solid, warm weight that should feel comforting but now carries an entirely different meaning.
Your mind races to catch up, desperately trying to convince yourself that you must have misunderstood him. This is Harry. Your father's friend. He's just offering to help. That's all. Right?
But the way his thumb slowly strokes along the seam of your jeans, the way his green eyes stay fixed on your face with quiet intensity, makes it impossible to deny what he's suggesting.
''I... Harry,'' you start, voice shaky, a nervous laugh bubbling up. ''You can't mean... what I think you mean.''
He doesn't pull his hand away. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying you with that calm, measured expression that always makes him seem older and more in control than his thirty-four years. There's quiet hunger in his eyes, though it seems almost gentle, like he's been waiting for the right moment to say this.
''I think you know exactly what I mean,'' he says softly, voice low and smooth. ''You can't tell me you've never thought about it. The way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention... the way you bend over at those family dinners, wearing those little dresses that ride up your thighs. I notice, sweetheart. I always notice you.''
Heat floods your face. You have thought about it, more times than you'd ever admit. Harry has always been stupidly attractive, with an effortless charm and shoulders that are almost too broad for his shirts. But he's your father's friend. The taboo of it has always kept those thoughts locked away, buried under layers of guilt and denial.
''I give you the money to fix your car,'' he continues, leaning a little closer across the center console, his breath warm against your cheek. ''No strings, no awkward questions from your parents. In return... you give me what I want. Everybody's happy. It'll stay just between us.''
Your heart pounds so hard you can feel it in your throat. Part of you wants to push his hand away and tell him no. But another, much louder part, the one that's been exhausted by money stress, by feeling like a failure, by the quiet, shameful crush you've harbored, stays silent.
Harry seems to sense your internal struggle. He leans in further, lips brushing just below your ear in a feather-light kiss that sends goosebumps racing down your arms. His voice drops to a husky whisper, filthy and coaxing all at once.
''Oh, I'd fuck you so good, baby,'' he murmurs, mouth grazing the sensitive spot just beneath your earlobe. ''I'd take my time with you. Stretch this tight little pussy open with my big cock until you're shaking and full and begging for more. I'd make you feel so good you forget every shitty thing your family says about you. Wouldn't that be nice? Letting someone take care of you for once?''
His hand slides higher up your thigh, dangerously close to where you're already growing shamefully wet. His touch is slow, giving you every chance to pull away. But he doesn't stop talking, painting vivid, tempting pictures with that low, raspy voice.
''You don't have to decide right now,'' he adds gently, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes again. There's real warmth there beneath the desire. ''But think about it. I like you. I've always liked you. This could be... mutually beneficial. And very, very pleasurable.''
Your heart hammers against your ribs as you sit there in the passenger seat of his car, Harry's words heavy in the warm, confined space of the car. His hand remains on your thigh, thumb still tracing those slow, maddening circles that make it impossible to think straight.
Every rational part of your brain screams that this is wrong: he's your father's friend, a little older than you, and this entire situation is steeped in a power imbalance you shouldn't ignore. But the exhaustion of the night, the constant financial stress, and the quiet, shameful attraction you've felt toward him for years all tangle together into a dangerous pull towards him. Your mouth feels dry. Your pulse is everywhere.
Finally, on a shaky exhale, you whisper, ''Okay... What do you want me to do?''
The moment the words leave your lips, something shifts in Harry's expression, a flash of dark satisfaction and genuine heat crossing his face. He doesn't rush. He takes your hand gently in his, almost tenderly, and guides it across the center console until your palm presses against the hard, unmistakable bulge straining in his jeans. The heat of him radiates through the denim, thick and intimidating, and your breath catches sharply at the sheer size of what you're feeling.
''Start here,'' he murmurs, voice low and coaxing as he presses your hand firmer against him, encouraging you to rub slowly up and down the length. ''Just like that, sweetheart. Such a quick learner. Feel how hard I already am for you? That's what you do to me every time I see you.''
Your fingers tremble slightly as you obey, palming him through the fabric, feeling him twitch and thicken under your touch. Harry lets out a quiet groan, letting his head tip back against the seat for a moment, eyes half-lidded. The sight of him like this, usually so composed and in control, sends a forbidden thrill through you despite everything. He's attractive. Dangerously so. And some deep, hidden part of you has wondered what this would feel like for longer than you'd ever admit.
After a few moments, he reaches down with his free hand and unzips his jeans, pulling himself out. His cock is heavy and flushed, curving slightly upward, the tip already glistening. He wraps your fingers around him again, guiding your hand in slow, firm strokes exactly the way he likes it, showing you the rhythm, the pressure, teaching you without words. His breathing grows shallower, and you can't help the way your own thighs press together at the feeling of him hot in your palm.
But Harry wants more.
His hand slides to the back of your head, fingers threading gently but insistently into your hair. He applies steady pressure, guiding your face down toward his lap. You hesitate for half a second, the reality of what's happening hitting you again, but your mouth waters at the thought. You lean over the center console, body bending awkwardly across the gear stick, and take the tip of his cock into your mouth.
Harry groans deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest. ''Fuck, that's good,'' he rasps, pushing your head down a little further, sliding more of his thick length into your mouth. Oh yeah, just like that, sweetheart. Take a little more for me.''
The position is uncomfortable: your body twisted awkwardly over the console, neck strained, the gear stick digging into your ribs. But Harry's grunts compel you to keep going. You shift on your own, crawling carefully over the console despite the cramped space, maneuvering your body into the footwell in front of the driver's seat until you're kneeling between his spread thighs. Your muscles already ache from the awkward angle, knees pressed against the floor mat, but the new position gives you better access.
Harry's eyes darken with lust as he watches you settle there. Both of his hands come to cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks almost tenderly even as he starts thrusting shallowly into your mouth.
''Look at you,'' he groans, voice wrecked and filthy. ''On your knees in my car, sucking my cock like a good little slut. Been thinking about this mouth for so fucking long. That's it, relax your throat, baby. Let me fuck it. You can take it. I know you can.''
He starts thrusting deeper, careful but relentless, the head of his cock bumping the back of your throat with every push. Broken moans fall from his lips as he uses your mouth, hips rolling up to meet you.
''Fuck, your throat feels so tight... such a perfect little cocksucker. You like this, don't you? Letting Daddy's friend use your mouth after he bails you out. So fucking dirty... but you're dripping for it, aren't you?''
His grip on your face tightens slightly as his thrusts grow a little faster, a little more desperate. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue, getting closer, his breathing ragged.
He pulls you off his cock, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to the flushed head as you suck in desperate lungfuls of air. Your jaw aches, your eyes are watery, and your chest heaves with the effort of trying to catch your breath. Harry watches you with dark, satisfied eyes, his thumb gently wiping the corner of your mouth before he grips your waist and helps maneuver you into his lap.
The position is cramped in the driver's seat, your knees pressing into the leather on either side of his thighs, but the closeness makes everything feel more intense. You're almost shy suddenly, hands resting tentatively on his shoulders as you straddle him, cheeks burning under his heavy gaze. Harry doesn't rush you. He slides his hands up your sides, slow and soothing, before unzipping your jeans and slipping one hand inside. His fingers rub over the soaked fabric of your underwear, pressing the material against your swollen clit in lazy circles.
''Look at you,'' he murmurs, voice condescendingly sweet as he watches your face. ''Already so wet for me, sweetheart. Been thinking about this tight little pussy for longer than I should admit. You're going to take my cock so well, aren't you?''
You whimper, hips twitching against his hand despite the embarrassment flooding through you. Harry keeps his eyes locked on yours the entire time, intense and unwavering, as he pushes your underwear aside and slides two thick fingers inside you. He curls them perfectly, stroking that sensitive spot while his thumb continues rubbing your clit. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you fill the car, obscene and loud in the confined space.
''That's it, baby,'' he coos, filthy but tender. ''Ride my fingers like a good girl. You're so fucking tight... going to feel incredible wrapped around my cock. Been dreaming about stretching this pretty pussy open.''
Your head falls forward against his shoulder as the pleasure builds, but Harry catches your chin and tilts your face back up, forcing you to maintain eye contact. ''Don't hide from me,'' he whispers. ''I want to see how desperate you look when I make you come on my fingers first.''
He works you expertly until you're shaking, thighs trembling around his hips. You come with a broken moan, clenching hard around his fingers as pleasure crashes through you. Harry groans at the feeling, kissing you deeply while he rides you through it.
He pulls his fingers out, quickly shoving your jeans and underwear down your thighs as far as the cramped space allows. Then he lines himself up and slams into you in one brutal thrust. You cry out sharply at the sudden stretch, nails digging hard into his shoulders as your walls struggle to accommodate his thick length.
Harry barely gives you any time to adjust. He grips your hips tightly and starts rutting up into you with raw, animalistic need, his thrusts jolting your entire body. Each snap of his hips makes your breasts bounce, and he takes full advantage, yanking your top and bra down roughly to free them. His large hands squeeze and knead your breasts possessively, for his own pleasure more than yours, thumbs brushing roughly over your nipples before he leans in and takes one into his mouth.
He sucks hard, teeth grazing and biting down just enough to make you hiss, the sharp tug intensified by every powerful thrust of his cock. The car rocks slightly with the force of his movements, windows fogging up as your moans and his grunts fill the small space.
Harry reaches between you and rubs your clit again, fast and firm. ''Come on my cock, baby,'' he growls against your breast. ''Want to feel this tight pussy milking me when you fall apart.''
You come hard for the second time, crying out as your walls clamp down around him. Harry follows moments later with a broken moan, burying himself as deep as possible while thick ropes of cum spill inside you. The warmth of it makes you whimper, oversensitive and spent.
He stays inside you for a long moment, panting against your neck. Then he slowly pulls out, watching with dark fascination as his cum starts to dribble from your used pussy. He gathers some on two fingers and brings them to your lips, pushing them inside without warning.
You taste the mix of both of you, dazed and breathless.
Harry smiles, almost gently, as he zips himself back up.
''Okay,'' he says casually, voice still a little rough. ''You go on your way now. I'll wire you the money for the car tomorrow.''
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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆No One Like You⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @purplecoffee13💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ Waiting ⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ THIS IS A DARK ONE SHOT (written by @purplecoffee13 💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ Temporary Fix⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @purplecoffee13 💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ The Silent Type ⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @purplecoffee13💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆Dangerous Love ⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾(written by @purplecoffee13 💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ Gentlemen ⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾(written by @purplecoffee13 💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ A Bit Jealous⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @purplecoffee13 💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ Roommate/Best Friend Harry ⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @jarofstyles 💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ Arrogant Son Of A Bitch ⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @jarofstyles 💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ Deep Inside⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @jarofstyles 💕)
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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ Tis The Season⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @jarofstyles💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ Moonflower ⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @jarofstyles 💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ The Best Gift ⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @jarofstyles 💕)
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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ Pierced Through The Heart⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @jarofstyles 💕)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ Film Night ⁺⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ (written by @fkingstyles 💕)
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No One Like You*
Summary: “You and Harry are very bad at being exes, and this wedding you’re both invited to really doesn’t help…”
Wc: 1.7k
Warnings: smut, very light choking, sub/dom dynamics (it switches!), jealousy, toxicity, cheating, tiny bit of nipple play
A/N: I found this blurb from a while ago sitting in my drafts and it was simply too freaky not to share, so I hope you enjoy! I’m working up a taglist, so if you want to be informed whenever I post a new blurb/one shot/etc, let me know!
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"This is bad."
Harry knew he was doomed the moment he said it, but saying the words was at least proof that he tried to restrain himself. Though, from the moment he had seen you at the wedding tonight, he was already sold.
Growing up in a town where everyone knows each other had its pros and cons. Pros, the community felt like a large family. Cons, everyone knew about your dating life.
When you and Harry got together seven years ago, it was the talk of the town. For the longest time, your parents had (not so) secretly talked to each other about how nice it would be if you and Harry were to get together. The spark had been there since Harry's family moved a few houses down the street years ago. It was only in the last year of college that he finally dared to ask you on a date. The rest was history, until your relationship became history. Then it was all just tragedy.
About a year and a half ago, you guys had called it quits. You'd gotten a terrific job in another city, and the late nights and mixed schedules didn't do well for your and Harry's relationship. It was a mutual decision, and it had pained the both of you immensely. Harry never wanted to lose you, but it felt impossible to mix your lives in a way that was feasible for the both of you. Harry had offered to move with you, but you didn't want him to leave his life behind for you. You'd suggested moving back, but he wouldn't hear of it.
The relationship ended with Harry's words which you held onto dearly:
"If it's meant to be, we'll find our way back to each other."
Since then, you had in fact found your way back multiple times. There had been instances, parties or other functions, the both of you attended. More often than not, and by that you actually meant always, you'd end up in bed with each other. There was a magnetic pull that kept drawing him back to you, and vice versa. Sometimes, you were the first to cave, but most of the time it was him.
Tonight, was the first time it was perfectly mutual.
One of your high school friends, Sally, was getting married, and the both of you had been invited to the wedding. Harry had been dating someone new for the past few months. Her name was Sandra and he'd met her through a friend. She was nice, and fun, and Harry really wanted to try and make this work. Though, the second he saw you in that pink bridesmaids dress, he deeply regretted the decision.
You were furious, even though you had no leg to stand on. Still, you felt territorial over Harry. You hadn't even brought a date.
After the ceremony, Harry tried to go up to you, but you dodged his every attempt. You were annoyed with him and his date, and so you began shamelessly flirting with one of the groomsmen. It was incredibly toxic behavior, and you were aware, but it made Harry stare at you, and you couldn't rob yourself of that buzz.
When you went to the bathroom at one point, you hadn't even noticed Harry following you until you heard another pair of footsteps on the cobblestones. From that moment, both you and Harry knew there was a huge chance you'd end up with your legs spread for him, and that he definitely wouldn't be able to resist.
"This is very bad." Harry repeated as he stroked his cock over your entrance. Your heart was going a million miles an hour. You were sprawled out on the couch of a salon that had no locked door. Downstairs, there were loads of people chattering, but in this grand room, the only thing that echoed were their shaky breaths. You'd been bad before, what was one more time?
"We can stop, if you want to. I can go downstairs, find that groomsman—"
As soon as the words had left your mouth, Harry pushed himself into you. He swiftly clasped his hand to your mouth, muffling the moan that always escaped you when he got inside you. You loved that he anticipated that, you loved that he knew you.
This wasn't really a moment for slow, torturous sex. None of the events at which you hooked up were. Over the past two years, the both of you had mastered the art of the quick fuck. But something about this time was different. Harry was drawing it out.
"You're not going anywhere." He growled. His pace was slower than usual, but his thrusts were more intense. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in the pleasure, fingers moving down to your clit. Wrapping your legs around him, you tried to soak up every second of the immense pleasure he was always able to bring you. You knew each other right to the last detail. For example, you knew how much he liked his hair pulled.
"Fuck I missed you." He blurted out as your hand clasped onto the locks at the back of his head. He grabbed onto your hips to pull you closer as he screwed you into the couch. You opened your eyes, nearly drooling at the sight of his flexed muscles that peeked through his unbuttoned dress shirt.
"What did you miss about me?" You pried, needing the ego boost. Harry was too kind not to share all his thoughts with you, especially during sex. You had him wrapped around your finger.
"Everything— fuck..." Harry cursed as you squeezed around his cock. "Your body, your face, your smile, these legs, these fucking tits."
A smile erupted from you. Harry's breathy ramblings warmed your heart and your pussy, and with a stark demand that you be on top, you began riding his cock after Harry sat down on the couch. His eyes shone as you tugged down the top of your dress, revealing your breasts.
"Touch me. Show me how much you missed me." You demanded, positioning yourself so you could bounce on his cock. It was only a split second before Harry's hands were your tits, and you moaned at the sloppy kisses he left all over your chest and neck.
"Fuck Harry, you're so good. You wanted it so bad, hmm?" You egged him on. It was such a pleasure to see him this way; worshipping every inch of your body.
"Yes baby." Harry nodded, slapping your ass. "Couldn't pass on this pussy, now could I?"
"Nah-ah, it wasn't about passing up. You just couldn't resist." You corrected him, rolling your hips into him, slowly opening the rest of his buttons to reveal that beloved butterfly tattoo he got upon your request.
"Don't act like you weren't gagging for it, babydoll." Harry argued, wrapping his hand around your throat. "Spend the entire night trying to find a replacement for me."
That ticked you off.
"You have a replacement downstairs and you still came looking for me." You dug your nails into his chest and began bouncing on his cock again. Harry cursed at your change of pace. "Knew nothing is better than me, didn't you?"
"Fuck baby, yes, yes..." Harry responded drowsily as you tried to pound yourself into him the best you could.
"Go on, then. Fuck me, and tell me there's no one like me." You said, exposing the one thing you truly wanted him to tell you. Seeing him with someone else was a blow to your ego. It was already satisfactory seeing him fall apart beneath you, but you needed the verbal affirmation.
You audibly gasped when he suddenly began fucking up into you. The bliss of his cock ramming into you overtook all your senses, and you couldn't do anything but clamp onto him as he spilled out the confession you wanted to hear.
"There's no one like you baby. No one comes close to his pussy. I fuck other girls and I think of you— shit." He began to ramble. "I close my eyes and imagine it's you baby, but it's never as good. Shit... tell me you think of me too."
"I think of you all the time Harry, you're the only one who makes me—" you are stopped in the middle of your sentence as Harry starts to pinch your nipples. You cry out in pleasure. "F–fuck! I'm gonna come!"
Holding onto his shoulders to keep your balance, you start orgasming around his cock as you say Harry's name in a muffled scream.
"Fuuucckkk, I love hearing you say my name." He drawled, continuing to massage your nipples as you felt his sperm shooting into you.
There wasn't much time to come down from the high, especially since you heard people walking up the steps. With the mixture of your and his cum dripping down your thigh, you adjusted your dress and put on your heels that had fallen off your feet somewhere in the middle of this hasty, wretched act. Then, a voice sounded from the hallway.
"Have you guys seen Harry?"
It was Harry's date, Sandra. You and Harry locked eyes, both a bit panicked. The sting of what the two of you had done prompted you to look down at the floor. It was always like this. In the moment itself, there was nothing but you and Harry, but the second it was over, the walls went back up and the shoulders turned cold. Harry felt terrible towards Sandra, not only because he had ditched her and fucked his ex behind her back, but also because he didn't want to return to Sandra at all. If he had it his way, Harry would be walking out the door with you on his arm, as his girlfriend.
But he knew you wouldn't budge. He knew you too well, so much that the thought of you not wanting him could hurt him like nothing else in this world.
And Harry was right, because you immediately headed for the bathroom without another word, and he knew he shouldn't follow...
@harrywavycurly has a very cute pirate Harry and pen pal Harry! But tbh all her stuff is amazing!
@maudie-duan is the queen of angst!
@maincharactermuse has some good ones too!
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Too sweet 3* | H.S
CW: welcome to the last part of gang!harry x icecreamshopworker!y/n :( these two have my whole heart and i just love writing about them. be warned this part does include heavy themes such as kidnapping, violence, SA, blood, and guns, so please turn away if that is not for you. there is also finally some smut, which includes (but is not limited to ;)) face riding, penetration, size kink, choking, dirty talk the lot!!! LOWKEY SOME OF MY BEST WORK NGL!! enjoy! MINORS DNI!
WC: 11.2K
Read part one and two here.
Preview:
“Harry,” She started, “When did you do this?” Slowly, she got off the floor and petted Coco one last time before coming over to the counter. Harry had to hold himself back from kissing her silly, “Y’were asleep when I woke up, so I thought I’d get some of your things. Coco, too, of course,” He replied. He toyed with his hands behind his back, one coming up to rub behind his neck as she began going through the tote.
“Aw, Harry, thank you so much,” Y/N murmured in a soft voice. Butterflies erupted in Harry’s stomach like he was a schoolgirl or summat, doubling in effect when she suddenly gasped, “You brought my kindle?”
Harry ran a finger beneath his nose nonchalantly, “Oh yeah, thought you might want that one, help take your mind o— oh.” A soft gasp was punched out of him as Y/N tackled him in a hug, both arms wrapped around his neck. She buried her face in his throat and Harry thanked whatever deity was up there for this moment’s reprieve. “Thank you,” Y/N said genuinely. When she pulled away, Harry forced himself not to pout his bottom lip like his instinct was telling him. Already, he missed her warm body against his. His hands were still on her waist, “S’okay, was no trouble, baby,” The pet name slipped out unintentionally— and it had a few times already, but Harry wasn’t going to stop if the reaction he got from her was this; cheeks going red and eyes widening like a deer.
The next morning, Harry left a slumbering Y/N tucked beneath his covers to go fetch her dog from her apartment. After barely three hours of sleep, he was up at the crack of dawn, quietly creeping around the house so he wouldn't wake her.
The night before had taken more out of her than she'd let on.
Once she'd cried herself out in his arms, Harry left a towel and a spare set of clothes outside the bathroom so she could change out of her rain-soaked ones. Due to the nature of his work, he never found time to cook for himself, the consequences of which Y/N also had to suffer when he warmed up the frozen meal he bought (which thankfully was a ten-minute pizza they could easily split) for them to share. Except Y/N didn’t eat much at all— only picked at the crust, took maybe three bites and then quietly told him she wanted to go to bed.
Now unfortunately for Harry, he’s never been in a situation quite like this one.
Firstly, he almost never has people over at his place, and it was a bit weird just seeing Y/N there, hanging out in his kitchen, using his shower, sleeping in his bed. It was definitely not helping the little crush that he had on her. Seeing her all cozied up in his space gave him false hope that someday things could be like this, when the circumstances weren’t so life-threatening.
Secondly, he was really bad at comforting people and dealing with emotions (he never adressed his own, so how was he meant to help others?), thus he didn’t think he was the right person for her to be around when she was obviously hurting and feeling so vulnerable.
But nonetheless, life dealt him these cards and Harry had no choice but to live with them. It helped that it was her he had to be around; he liked her company a great deal, even if he didn’t do a good job showing so with his actions (or even his words). She was pretty and she was funny, and when she wasn’t scared for her life, she was adorable— like a deer— a resemblance he established when he first met her at the bar.
He’d been to her flat once before, and she lived close to Niall, hence getting there with no navigation wasn’t an issue. Though he had to keep lookout for any wanderers nearby, or anything odd, just to ensure no one was trying to track her down. So far the coast was clear, but Harry could never be too careful, comforted by the cold barrel of a gun pressed into his abdomen under the waist of his jeans.
There was a backup key beneath a plant by her door which Harry nabbed, albeit infuriatingly because of how unsafe that location was. After all of this was over, he made a mental note to give her some sort of safety training or self defence classes so if need ever arises, she’s not completely clueless. Although Harry was ready to give his all to make sure no harm ever came to her, he knows he can’t always be with her; protecting her.
The sharp, shrill sounds of Coco barking came before he could enter, and once he did, the dog tackled his legs and twisted between his ankles, “Hello mister,” Harry cooed, bending so he could pet between his ears, “Let’s get you home to mum, hmm?”
He quickly filled Coco’s bowl with food and water, and then got to work, picking out which essentials she might need while at his place. Harry doesn’t know how long this issue might play over; all he knew was that she could not be out of his sight for even a second. Being with him was the safest bet for Y/N right now, and he wanted to make sure she was as comfortable as she could be while living in (technically) a stranger’s apartment for god knows how long.
It felt invasive and borderline unethical for him to poke around her room and bathroom, grabbing her toothbrush, cleanser, charger and whatnot. He didn’t have any list or anything to go by, so he was going with his intuition as he plucked her kindle off her bedside, assuming it might help take her mind off things. Going through her clothes and underwear drawer was too much though; Harry had to draw the line somewhere. He had ample clothes for her to borrow, and in terms of undergarments, he’d swing by the mall to grab her a pack of underwear or something— the idea of which made his heart pound slightly and his cock twitch a bit.
Entering the kitchen, Coco began jumping at his feet again with his tongue sticking out. Harry knelt to pick the pup up. He tucked him in his elbow, his tiny size convenient for Harry’s muscled arm, “You’re just a needy thing,” He tsked. A quick glance around her kitchen and Harry found a colorful list of meals magnetted to her fridge. It looked like a meal plan of some sorts; dishes she probably rotates throughout the week for breakfast, lunch and dinner. With his free hand he got his phone and quickly took a photo of the sheet, hoping he could recreate some of these to make her feel more at home. How he would do that with nil cooking skills was a problem for the future.
He did one last sweep of the place before grabbing his big tote bag and nestling Coco inside of it. Her stuff and the dog were separated by a soft towel, and Harry hoped the poor thing could bear the ten-minute ride on his bike back to the mall and then his place. It took some trial and error and some adjusting, but he managed the bag between his legs for the journey.
When he finally got home, she was still asleep and snoring softly. He stealthily set down her things on his counter and Coco began wagging his tail manically as he bolted for Harry’s room where his owner was resting. Before the pup could make it, Harry rushed to gently shut the door so he couldn’t pounce on the girl. Coco whined a bit and sadly looked up at Harry, “Sorry honey,” He ushered him into the living room where he pulled out the dog toys he picked up from a pet store, “Took her so long to fall asleep.”
Coco busied himself and so did Harry. He stepped into his kitchen and unloaded the groceries he got for breakfast bagels— a food he spotted circled with red marker on Y/N’s fridge. He hoped that meant she fancied it, because he was about to conquer the feat of cooking the dish for her; a challenge which paled in comparison to all the fights and mountains he had to climb working in a gang.
He put on a Youtube video with the most views and the most likes and set his phone against the counter. The apron he barely ever used that Mitch got him for his birthday (black, with the words “The Grillfather” embroidered across the chest) was wrapped around his torso as Harry pinched his bottom lip, soaking in the instructions with unwavering concentration.
He doesn’t know how long he spends there, hunched over his stove with about seven eggshells around him and splatterings of smashed avocado all over his apron and hands. There was something in the recipe about scrambled eggs, but they couldn’t be overcooked or they’d be rubbery— the avocado had to have no lumps, yet getting the core out of them was literally making Harry insane, especially when the third one flicked him on the forehead as he tried a trick he saw on reddit (he had to find an r/avocado thread to figure out when they were ripe enough to smash and eat, but not enough to be rotten).
By the time he had one decent looking, hopefully edible bagel cut in half on a ceramic green plate, he heard movement from his bedroom, signalling someone had just woken up and gone into the bathroom. Quickly he got rid of all the evidence; stuffing the eggshells into the trash, wiping the mayo and avocado from his counters, hastily undoing the apron around his waist.
Worried she’d be out any second, he set the plate on the table (casually) and put a pot of coffee on. A few minutes later, his door creaked open and Coco lost his marbles. “Oh my god, my sweet baby angel,” He heard Y/N coo, mixed with the sounds of shrill barking. Harry poked his head around the corner for a sight he was not ready to see.
Y/N was on the floor, her legs crossed over one another adorned in just Harry’s black shirt. It was way too big on her, already oversized when he wore it, so it pooled around her body and slung off of one shoulder. At some point in the night she must have forgone the sweats he left out for her, because to his dismay, her legs were bare and utterly distracting. Coco was nestled in her lap, jumping up to lick her jaw and chin as Y/N scrunched up her face, “Okay! Okay, thank you,” she giggled, picking the pup up and plopping him on the carpet. Coco began looping around her feet.
From across the room, she met his eyes, and something in her expression shifted when she noticed her belongings on his counter, “Harry,” She started, “When did you do this?” Slowly, she got off the floor and petted Coco one last time before coming over to the counter. Harry had to hold himself back from kissing her silly, “Y’were asleep when I woke up, so I thought I’d get some of your things. Coco, too, of course,” He replied. He toyed with his hands behind his back, one coming up to rub behind his neck as she began going through the tote.
“Aw, Harry, thank you so much,” Y/N murmured in a soft voice. Butterflies erupted in Harry’s stomach like he was a schoolgirl or summat, doubling in effect when she suddenly gasped, “You brought my kindle?”
Harry ran a finger beneath his nose nonchalantly, “Oh yeah, thought you might want that one, help take your mind o— oh.” A soft gasp was punched out of him as Y/N tackled him in a hug, both arms wrapped around his neck. She buried her face in his throat and Harry thanked whatever deity was up there for this moment’s reprieve. “Thank you,” Y/N said genuinely. When she pulled away, Harry forced himself not to pout his bottom lip like his instinct was telling him. Already, he missed her warm body against his. His hands were still on her waist, “S’okay, was no trouble, baby,” The pet name slipped out unintentionally— and it had a few times already, but Harry wasn’t going to stop if the reaction he got from her was this; cheeks going red and eyes widening like a deer.
“I—uh, made you some breakfast if you’re hungry. You must be, actually. Didn’t eat much last night,” He changed the topic. Y/N turned to look at the table, noticing the bagel which Harry was immensely proud of, presented on a pretty plate. She looked back at him with a little grin, “I didn’t know you could cook!” Excitedly she took a seat across from him.
“Me neither,” Harry said under his breath. He got to work preparing her coffee. The second time he came to her apartment, she was kind enough to offer him some, because of which he remembered how she took hers: two sugars and heaps of milk. He used his fancy mugs; pouring into pink and baby blue ceramics. “How are you feeling today?”
Y/N nodded slowly, chewing with her eyebrows raised, “Better— hey, you’re a real good cook! How did y’know I liked brekkie bagels?”
“Just a hunch,” Harry shrugged, “Sleep well?”
She sipped her coffee, “Um, yeah, not too bad. Your bed is really nice.”
“That’s good.”
“I… I was up for ages ‘cause I couldn’t stop thinking about everything, y’know, like, you being in a gang, plus Coco being home alone,” Y/N shuffled, picking at a loose crumb, “Then I realised it wasn’t doing me— or anyone, any good. Me worrying won’t make this go away. I’m just… just lost. I don’t want to be this dead weight you dread carrying around. I want to be proactive.”
She looked at him with real curiosity, eagerly awaiting his response. He was glad to hear she was more comfortable and not as stressed anymore, but when it comes to what the outcome would be, Harry himself was sort of in the dark until he met the others and discussed a proposition, “Mm, that’s nice you’re feeling better,” He started, eyebrows creasing, “We’ll go back down to the warehouse after this. Some more of us will be there too, n’we’ll try to come up with something— something safer for you, and just settle this shit once and for all. I’m sorry you got dragged into my mess.”
“No, no, everything I did was my own choice, Harry, it’s not your fault,” She waved her hand dismissively, “And for the time being I think I feel safest when… when I’m with you,” Y/N said, quietly. She didn’t meet his eyes, busying herself with pulling her bagel apart into bite size pieces. From where he stood, he could see her cheeks ablaze.
The words lit something inside Harry.
Someone feeling safe in his company was something he never got to hear, ever. Usually people were intimidated by him, opting to have quick conversations so they could scurry away as soon as possible. Only his gang mates would sometimes stick around and chat with him about stuff other than the current coup or drug shipment they had to process. Hearing a sweet little thing like Y/N admit so sincerely that she felt secure when she was with him made Harry feel things he’d never felt before. Warmth spread in his chest, along with an instinct to protect her in any way he could, no matter the situation.
His heart was beating at the speed of light as he bit back a smile, “I’ll try to keep it this way.”
-
After Y/N was fed and content, they both got dressed and headed down to his bike to go to the warehouse. Coco would have to spend the afternoon by himself, and this time Harry took precaution, asking his older neighbour Barbara to keep an eye on the pup and his feeding if things went awry. He hoped they didn’t, but it was one thing less on Y/N’s mind to worry about, and that’s all that mattered.
A thousand questions weighed on his mind; what was their POA? How long did Y/N have to live in hiding, not going to work or even sleeping in her own bed? When did that prick begin following her and why didn’t Harry notice earlier? So many things he could blame himself for, and he did, but he also knew doing that was not going to get him anywhere.
“Are we going on the bike?” Y/N snapped him out of his reverie, trailing behind him as they came down the building stairs. Harry pushed the exit door with his shoulder, pressing himself against it so she could pass. “Yeah, for now. I still need to go back and get y’car.” She raised her brows and put her hands on her hips, “No rush.” He could tell she was nervous getting on the bike with him, like she was last night too. The way she clung to his waist, muttering quiet prayers against his shirt was enough evidence for him to determine this wasn’t going to be that easy.
He was better prepared this time, though, “I got a spare helmet for you.” From his coveted collection he picked out the one he thought would be best for her: A big, black, globe like helmet with adjustable straps so it didn’t slide all over her head like last time. When she opened her mouth to protest, Harry silenced her by slotting it on her head, “Hey!” She cried when she emerged, an angry look on her face through the little gap, “Are these really that necessary?”
Harry flicked her forehead playfully, “Yes. I’m not endangering your life any further.”
“I’m not sure they do anything but make me immobile and sweaty,” Y/N grumbled. Rolling his eyes, Harry ignored her plea and put his own helmet on. As he patted his hands over his pockets for his keys, he realised they were missing— probably forgotten upstairs on his counter. A pinch pulled his brows together, “Fuck’s sake,” He groaned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Left m’keys at home.” He debated going back upstairs to go get them, but that would mean leaving Y/N down here all alone. No one apart from his gang mates knew where he lived which reduced the chances of anyone creeping up on her and harming her (precisely why he thought she’d be safest at his place). But the risk was too big to take. Like she could hear his inner turmoil, Y/N spoke softly, “Hey, you can go grab them. I’ll be fine.”
Harry looked around the empty parking lot. There was no one here, and only two cars parked on this level, both abandoned. Realistically, she should be fine, and Harry would only be like two minutes, yet he felt he couldn’t be too cautious; specially with her, “Come with me,” He suggested.
“Harry, go. I’m a big girl. I’m sure I can look after myself for five minutes.” She gave him a small nudge. The internal battle he fought crumbled in front of her. He didn’t want her to think he saw her as a liability or weak. If she’s telling him she’d be okay, then she probably will be, right? It took a lot from him to resign, sigh and take his helmet off again. He held up two fingers, “Two minutes. Don’t move, okay?”
“Go.”
Reluctantly, he turned around, bursting through the exit and skipping up the stairs. Every second he spent with her not in his sight made him more anxious. He had no choice but to trust her instinct and hope she’d be okay when he came back down. It took him less than ninety seconds to unlock his apartment and get his keys, basically running down the stairs and out the exit.
Except Y/N wasn’t there like he thought she’d be.
His bike stood lone, her helmet on the floor strewn to the side. Panic rose in Harry’s body as he shouted into the carpark, “Y/N?” He ran to all four corners, praying she stepped aside to take a call or something— anything than the one possibility that he was too scared to even address. A shiver went down his spine when only his voice echoed back to him, no trace of the girl. He bent to pick her helmet up and noticed a spattering of blood on the back of it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, shit, fuck!” He cussed, pacing the room again like she’d magically appear.
His stomach twisted in nausea as he entered fight mode. He had to find her and bring her back. How he could do something so stupid like leave her alone in an empty sketchy parking lot was entirely lost on him. Of course she was going to say she can handle it, but he should have wondered to what extent. Fuck, he really, really hated himself and the way he thought sometimes.
Without another second wasted, he dialed Mitch’s number on his phone.
“Get everyone in the van.” He started his bike. “We're going to Dean's.”
-
Y/N was scared.
It was the only emotion she was feeling as of recent; ever since she almost got kidnapped outside the supermarket a night ago. This situation was pretty similar to that one, the only difference being this time, much to her chagrin, the abductor was actually successful in his motive.
How and when that happened was hard for her to process.
One moment she was tapping on her phone as Harry left to grab his keys; another moment a hand roughly clamped over her mouth through the gap in her helmet. She yelled and she screamed against the sweaty palm, but it made no difference, her cries muffled against skin. It took them merely thirty seconds to drag her flailing body away from the bike and into the back of a car, even after Y/N whipped her head behind her so her helmet bashed into the attacker’s head. He only yelped, called her a bitch, and ripped the item off her head. As much as Y/N had pretended to hate wearing it, she found herself missing the small sense of protection it had offered. Immediately, another pair of hands covered her eyes with a blindfold, pressed a cloth against her nose hard enough to cause tears down her cheeks, and then it was all dark.
She assumed it was a strong drug because she was passed out pretty bad if the pounding in her head was anything to go by. As she now regained consciousness, she realised her hands were tied to the back of a chair, her feet bound, and her eyes were still covered. How long she was out and where she was, Y/N had no clue. The room she was in was warm, though, the faint smell of leather and alcohol lingering in the air. She was sitting on some kind of wooden chair that dug painfully in her ass, her comfort obviously not a priority to these people.
“Good morning Pumpkin,” Someone said from her right. The voice was gravelly and she didn’t recognise it, “Sleep nice?”
Her head whipped in it’s direction, “Where am I?” Y/N asked shakily. Another voice spoke from the same direction, but this time she recognised the timbre, “Far away from that little boyfriend of yours, I’ll tell ya.” It was the same creep who felt her up at the bar that night— the same one who was waiting to kidnap her before Harry noticed. Nausea twisted in her stomach, “I know you.”
The man laughed. “You don’t know shit,” She yelped as a hand came down on her thigh, trailing upwards. Y/N tried to turn away from it, and this prompted the first voice to talk again. She was grateful as the hand was batted away from her leg, “Dean said we can’t touch her, Gary.”
“Dean isn’t fucking here, is he?” Gary spat. She gasped when she heard a thud followed by a wheeze, fear making goosebumps rise over her skin, “Say some dumb shit like that again and I’ll break your fucking arm,” The second man spoke. Knowing they were capable of such violence that they didn’t hesitate to inflict on each other straightened her right up. If she wanted to get out of here unharmed, she’d have to be on her best behaviour.
“I trust your treating our guest well, Finn?” A third voice boomed. This one came from further away. Y/N bit her lip to keep from saying something that’d get her in trouble. The second voice— Finn, cleared his throat, “Yes sir.” The honorific made her think that maybe this voice belonged to Dean; a name she’d heard over and over again at both Harry’s warehouse and now. He seemed like the leader, probably, and Y/N trembled slightly in place as his voice came closer, “What’s wrong with him?”
“He’s got the shits.”
Gary coughed loudly, sounding strained still from the injury Finn must’ve given him for touching her, “Oh yes, I think I ate something ba—”
“Go fix yourself.”
“Yes sir.” He resigned. Y/N heard his footsteps recede and another pair of steps shuffle closer. She held her breath.
“Harry’s got himself a very pretty little plaything, hmm?” A finger came beneath her chin, lifting her face up. Tears were already streaming down her face out of fear and her lip quivered. She hated that they saw her weakening like this in front of them, but Y/N was feeling very clueless and very helpless as to what she should do right now. Nothing in her twenty three years of life prepared her for being fucking abducted. A whimper fell from her mouth as he cupped her jaw and moved her face left and right, “Would be a shame if we carved into her.”
“You sure this is it, Finn?” Dean asked, roughly letting go of her face. Relief flooded Y/N’s veins when she couldn’t sense him in her personal space anymore. “We’re sure. Picked the lass up straight from his place. They were practically fuck—”
A loud crash made her jump in her chair. Both men became alert, “What the fuck was that?” Finn said. She heard the faint sound of a gun cocking and all the blood from her body drained. Loud bangs resounded from what probably was another room as Y/N writhed in her seat, “What’s happening?”
Her question went unanswered. She could hear the sound of Gary yelling from afar, cries of “They’re here!” echoing, followed by an even louder crash which came from much closer. Close enough that she could safely assume it was the door to the room they were in. More gun sounds and footsteps. Suddenly her hands and feet were cut lose and she was pulled to stand. She yelped as her back was pushed against the front of a tall, beefy body.
“Let her go.”
Harry.
The second she heard his voice, her resolve crumbled and her lip pushed out in an ugly cry, “Harry,” She sobbed. Tears dripped down her cheeks and jaw, and the man behind her whose voice she recognised as Dean’s spoke, “Forty thousand. That was the agreement,” Something cold tucked against her neck— something that could only be the barrel of a gun.
“Let. Her. Go.” Harry demanded. He sounded closer, the notion of which made her breathe a little easier. Another voice she recognised spoke up, “You’re outnumbered Dean.” Mitch. “I would be smart and give in if I was you.”
The gun pushed into her neck harder, nearly making her choke, “Forty thousand or you can say goodbye to your girlfriend.”
“We agreed on a payment plan! You signed the contract— it’s not due for another thirteen months!” Sarah yelled.
“I don’t give a rats ass about any contract. Give me the money or watch her di—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Y/N took advantage of her mobility and stomped her foot atop his as hard as she could. At the same time, she heard Finn yell from her left followed by a gunshot, but she remained focused on the task at hand and whacked the back of her head into his nose. The impact folded Dean in half. Before he had a chance to recover, Y/N yanked her wrists free and tore the blindfold from her face.
It took a few seconds for her to adjust her vision. Her eyes were blearly because of the tears though she could still make out the small room they were in. It looked expensive— littered with big, comfortable looking brown leather couches with a shattered glass table between them. Bottles of liquor were tipped over on the ground; some smashed and some rolling by their feet. Harry, Mitch, Sarah and two people she didn’t recognise stood at the opposite end of the room, all of them armed. She didn’t waste any time running over to their side.
Harry grabbed her arms, frantically searching her face, “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” He asked, the calm amongst the storm— commotion all around them as Mitch and the others engaged in combat with who she assumed were Finn and Dean. “Y—yes. I think I’m okay,” Y/N replied. Harry nodded and closed his eyes, unexpectedly kissing her forehead in an act of tenderness, “Fuck, I’m so sorry, angel, I shouldn’t’ve left you on your own. So sorry, baby,” Hands came up to cup her cheeks and wipe away the hot tears staining them.
They didn’t have much time to themselves, though, as Sarah yelled at him to cover her. More gunshots resounded, and Y/N had the misfortune of watching the fight. The two big men who orchestrated the abduction fell to the ground in a pile of blood, groaning in pain. Y/N’s breakfast came back up her throat and she willed herself to tear her gaze away.
“In the van!” The man she didn’t recognise yelled. Dean and both of his men were down and the group wasted no time to get to leaving the building they were in. She was lost when she stepped out of the room; guided only by Harry’s hand in hers who rounded corners like he knew the place. When they were finally outdoors, it was raining again, drenching them for the ten seconds it took to sprint towards a long, white van. Mitch quickly slid the door open, ushering Y/N in first, followed by Sarah, Harry and the two men whose name she still didn’t know.
Hurriedly, they skidded out of the parking and were immediately on the highway. She recognised the area as one not even thirty minutes from her house, and the thought of that made a chill go down her spine. Harry’s jacket wrapping around her shaking shoulders was what made her jump out of her thoughts. He was tucked next to her, and Y/N didn’t realise she was basically in his lap as she shuffled closer to him absentmindedly. “What you did was very brave,” He muttered, just for her ears. When she met his eyes, her gaze was obstructed by wet hair sticking to her cheeks and forehead.
Gently, he pushed the strands back and let his hand rest on the side of her neck where he traced circles. She wanted to say something— anything— thank him for getting her out of there, reassure him that it wasn’t his fault, tell him how scared she was— but she had nothing to show except the tears that kept leaking out of her eyes.
Harry only kissed her forehead again, “S’okay,” He stroked her damp skin, “You’re okay now.”
-
“I think we made matters worse.”
Y/N slept the whole way back to the warehouse. Her head rested on Harry’s shoulder, who tried to calm his heartbeat and convince his panic-driven body that things were okay now. Y/N was safe, and she was right next to him, and no one could take her from him even if they tried.
This wasn’t Harry’s first rodeo.
He’d been a part of hundreds of raids and shootouts in his years working in the mafia, but he still remembered what it was like when he attended his first one. The sound of a gun going off wasn’t something you ever got used to. Neither was the sight of blood squirting out of a wound of an unconscious person. He could only imagine how terrified the poor girl must be, and how worse she probably felt before they got there; all alone, blind and bound amongst a druglord and his two goons. He can never forgive himself for letting her be in such an awful situation.
As they arrived at the warehouse, she continued slumbering on his shoulder, even when he tried nudging her awake so she could walk inside. The drug they used to get her unconscious must’ve been really strong, because she didn’t budge. With Sarah’s help, he had to carry her inside bridal style, his friend getting the door for him and leading him to the single bedroom. It was barren— no one really spent the night here. Before Zayn left they never even came to the warehouse. Gatherings were normally at his mansion where sometimes they’d stay the night and hang out together. When he was gone, they had to put all the leftover money together to establish a new base, which was this ratty old warehouse until they could afford something new and nicer.
Thankfully the room had a soft bed with sheets on and a small electric heater that did a good job warming up the place in ten minutes. He set the girl down on the mattress, but as he let go to leave her alone, she fisted his shirt tightly, “Stay,” She mumbled sleepily.
And Harry was many things, but he wasn’t a fool. If his sweetheart wanted him to stay, then he’d stay for as long as she needed. He owed her that much after what he put her through the past few weeks.
So he sat there next to her, stroking her hair while she curled her head on his lap. Maybe it was time for him to finally address the elephant in the room— his evergrowing feelings for Y/N. At first he thought it was just a crush; the kind you have when you spot a cute girl from across the bar and think about buying her a drink and then bedding her. Except Harry only did the former instead of the latter, because he was too scared to go any further with her. She was so keen and so eager when she first came up to him. He spotted her intentions from a mile away. The way she rambled nervously, fidgeted with her hair, her dress, and then when he went to leave she grabbed his hand, asking him to come home with her… She was driving him nuts already.
He couldn’t get her off his mind after that. Not as he rode his bike home, warmed up a frozen steak dinner and then went off to the warehouse to see Mitch. Not as they had to do a raid in return for a debt owed to bigger lord and Harry ended up getting badly slashed and beat. And certainly not when she patched him up in her bathroom, offering her sweet smiles and worried glances.
Everything escalated when Gary plotted to kidnap her outside the convenience store. Harry liked to believe fate brought them together that night; that he was meant to be there to save her, bring her back to his place and give her solace. Seeing her in his space was probably the tipping point, though. It gave him a glimpse into a reality which he knew was impratical. Even if he did act on his feelings for her, he’d be selfish. How can he willingly let her into this violent, painful world of his knowing it would only bring her down too?
“I think we made matters worse,” Sarah brought Harry back to earth, standing quietly in the doorway. She was all changed now, rid of blood-soaked clothes, “We’re only delaying the inevitable. Dean will come back for his money. He’s a greedy bastard.”
“I think we’ll be okay for a while,” Harry said softly so as to not wake Y/N. Sarah gave him a look that read ‘are you fucking out of your mind’, “What makes you say that?”
“We’re wiring him half.”
“What?”
He looked back down at Y/N— at the slight rise and fall of her chest and the puffs of air making her hair flutter beneath her nose, “Should be there in about two days.”
“What are you talking about? We can’t afford that, Harry,” Sarah walked in now, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. She still had an incredulous expression; staring at Harry like he’d grown a second head. “I can.” He replied simply.
Sarah frowned. “...How?”
When he didn’t say anything, realisation dawned on her face. Her shoulders sagged and she began nodding her head ‘no’, “Harry.” The room fell silent. Sarah searched his face, waiting for him to smile, to admit he was joking and this was all a big prank. That the truth was anything but the insane possibility she silently considered in her head.
He didn't.
“Your escape funds?” she asked quietly.
It was true. After getting off the phone with Mitch at the parking garage, Harry didn’t waste any time organising the transfer to Dean. To do so was literally insane, he knows, but money comes and goes, but there is only one Y/N on this earth who he’d really, really like for her to stay. At least for as long as she’d have him.
The funds in question accumulated in a special savings account he opened when he first joined the gang. The idea was to deposit as much of his earnings as he could in the bank so he could save up enough to study and pursue his dreams when he paid off his debt. Before falling into this world of trouble, Harry had plans to become a criminal psychologist. He’d been preparing to tackle the degree since he was in high school, properly committed to the point where he had a poster of John E. Douglas on his wall. Things went south when his dad suddenly died and his mum fell ill and bedridden, which forced young Harry to go down avenues he only ever saw people get coerced into on TV.
Somewhere between trying to make ends meet and having to let go of his passion to help people, Harry began relating more to the criminals he studied about rather than the person trying to understand them.
Now he hoped that maybe this repayment would contribute towards his debt being paid off to the gang and he might actually be able to leave sooner and do all the things he wants to do, like go back to uni and study. This could work in his favor— he just needed to look at it the right way.
Harry knows Dean would stop at no end. It didn’t matter that they’d shot and injured him and his two best men. He would come back, and now he knows Harry’s soft spot is Y/N, creating a risk beyond his imagination. There was no way Harry would let Dean or any of his men touch her; and if the price for that was to delay his freedom, he’d do it a hundred more times in a heartbeat.
Harry nodded once. “Most of what I had.”
“Harry that’s fucking crazy!”
He looked down at Y/N for a long moment before speaking. “Maybe,” His fingers scratched sweetly at her scalp, “But I could never live with myself if anything happens to her again.”
-
This time when Y/N awoke, she was very happy to find herself tucked beneath Harry’s familiar covers. The pillows smelled like him and Y/N shamelessly dug her nose into the cushion, breathing deeply as the past events eventually dawned on her.
Within a span of seventy-two hours, two times there were attempts to kidnap her, one of which was successful. She learned that her new friend whom she had a massive crush on was part of the mafia. She was abducted and taken by a druglord and used as bait plus ransom to demand a forty thousand dollar payment. And in that process, she saw three men get shot and injured while in the middle of an active shootout. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could see was Dean and Finn laying on top of each other, bloodied, one clutching his leg and the other his arm, groaning in pain.
Just a couple of months ago she had no idea that these people even existed. Her life consisted of her and Coco, her five shifts a week at the ice cream shop and the occasional night out she’d frequent with her friends every now and then. She kept her head down and worked hard to pay off her student loans, not a whiff of anything this nasty coming her direction. All until one night she got the hots for a mysterious man at the bar, and everything changed.
She was well-rested now, assuming she’d slept for about five or six hours since the last thing she remembered was being in the van and then carried onto a bed somewhere. Faint were the memories of a hand stroking her hair and her cheek gently, and the next thing she knew, she was waking up in Harry’s apartment again. The massive window overlooking the park in his bedroom told her it was well into the night— the moon a dim light casting shadows on his carpet.
There was no sign of him in the bathroom or anything, so she guessed he was probably sleeping in the living room again. Y/N pulled the covers off and slowly sat up. There was a slight headache nagging her brain which was most likely happening because she hadn’t drank water or eaten anything for a long time. Not since this morning when Harry made her that delicious breakfast bagel. Or was it yesterday morning? Fuck, her sense of time was all out of sorts and her phone was dead too so she couldn’t check to confirm.
Grabbing the device to plug it in in the kitchen, she crept her way outside the room and into the living area. Coco must’ve been asleep as the only sounds in the house was of her door creaking open. Like she expected, Harry was there, but he was awake, pacing in front of his couch with his phone glued to his hand. He looked concentrated with his lip between his fingers, not clocking that Y/N was standing inches away from him.
She would’ve spent longer just being there watching, if she was being honest. Harry was a beautiful man and she knew this, yet tonight was different. His chest and back were on display, miles and miles of smooth, tanned, tatted skin stretched over beefy muscles. He wore only a pair of gray sweats that slung low on his hips and his hair was down, tucked behind his ears to keep swept back from his face which was pulled into a small frown. Whatever he was doing had his attention entirely as he only noted her presence when the floorboards cried under her weight.
“You’re awake.” He shut his phone off and took the two steps towards her. The only light in the room was from the moon and stars pouring in through his windows, illuminating the right side of his face.
“Hi,” Y/N replied, fidgeting with her fingers. The realisation dawned upon her that she was still wearing his clothes— a big, gray hoodie (might be the other half of the bottoms he had on) and black sweats. They were soft and they smelt like him, and that might’ve been a contributing factor towards how much she was sleeping around him recently. Tentatively, he tossed his phone on the couch and came closer to her, nearly toe to toe, “Hi. Sleep okay?”
“Yeah. How long was I out for?”
“Like seven hours, I think.”
“Wow.” Seven hours was crazy for Y/N who never had much time to herself anyway. She was always either working or doing chores around the apartment, taking Coco out for walks, getting her ratty car fixed or loosing sleep over not being able to pay next month’s rent. Knowing she knocked out for that long was throwing her nervous system for a loop. Her anxiety keeps trying to convince her she has something to do or she’s forgetting something important even though she knows that’s not the case.
Harry reached a hand up to gently tuck her hair behind her ear, a gesture he was doing a lot of recently. Y/N liked it though— it made her tummy flutter and her heart race as he gazed down at her with an unrecognisable expression. She felt exposed but in a good way. “Yeah. Can’t blame you. Today was a lot.” His hand stayed there, tracing the side of her face with his thumb absentmindedly.
Y/N looked away for a moment before speaking, “I don’t want to talk about it.” She was getting tired of it being the only thing on her mind; as she slept, as she woke, as she ate, as she talked to other people. In the back of her head, images of Gary waiting outside the store with a cloth in his hand never left, and now they were joined by the grotesque visual of Dean and Finn piled on top of each other with gunshot wounds. She would do anything just to think and talk about anything else for even a moment.
“That’s okay. We don’t have to.”
“How come you’re up?” She changed the topic. It was getting hard to focus on anything but the warmth emanating from his bare torso, which if he moved slightly, would be pressed right up against her. The prospect caused her thoughts to snowball. Now she was thinking about the hard lines of his abs she’d feel beneath her fingers and the muscled pillows of his pecs. A lone chain with a cross pendant rested between them and Y/N was itching to grab and pull on it.
“Can’t sleep.”
“Oh,” She attempted to compose herself, willing her thoughts away so she could speak coherently, “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Why didn’t you come home with me that night?” The question was one which weighed on her mind all the damn time. Ever since he let her down and she had to go back to her friends unsuccessful, she wondered what it was about her that did it for him. The constant rambling? The nervous tremble in her fingers which she attempted to mask by sipping her drink? Or was there something else he wasn’t telling her? Judging by the way he now clenched his jaw and looked away, she began to think it was the latter.
“Y/N….” He started, hand slipping down to the side of her neck but never leaving her skin.
“No, I want to know,” She pressed, laying her own palm over the swallow on the right side of his body. The touch must’ve caught him off guard, because he looked at her hand and then her face before swallowing, making his Adam’s apple bob, “I always think about it. About you,” Y/N continued, “…Us.”
Harry shook his head. “It’s complicated.”
“What does that even mean?” Her voice was laced with confusion. What did he mean? From her point of view, the proposition was simple. Transactional. A give and a take. One night stands weren’t so outdated were they? Unless he just didn’t want to, which is fair, of course, but she’d like it if he told her straight up rather than beating around the bush with ‘it’s complicated.’ “Am I like, not your type or something? You can tell me, I just want you to be hone—”
“No! No, that’s not it. I think you’re beautiful,” He cut her off. Y/N tried to ignore the way her heart raced at his words, his fingers now fiddling with the hair on the nape of her neck, grazing her skin.
“Then what?” She asked.
“I just… You shouldn’t be hanging out with someone like me. You saw today how dangerous it can get. I’m not someone you should be around.”
“You don’t get to make that choice for me, Harry,” Y/N scoffed. “I can make my own decisions. I wanted to take you home that night. I wanted to be around you. Everything I do is out of my own volition.”
“I know,” He seemed almost pained, watching her with an intense heat that sizzled in her veins. One that made her think that like her, he too was picturing their first meeting, wondering where things could have gone if he’d given in. Her grip on his chest tightened just a fraction as her voice lowered to a sultry tone, “I still think about it. What could’ve happened if you’d just said yes.”
In an act of courage, she grabbed his other hand and brought it up to the side of her breast, letting it rest there. Worried that he would’ve yanked it away, she was very pleasantly surprised when he gripped her side hard, fingers digging into her ribs. The pressure of him there was delicious. Suddenly, she felt like she was swaying on her feet, unable to be still, and he was the only thing grounding her.
“Yeah?” He growled, pupils dilated. Taking the one last step that had their noses touching now, Y/N tilted her head up towards him. Their lips nearly brushed at this angle, “Yeah. I still… still want you to. Want you to touch me.”
“Y/N…” Harry groaned. A small gasp left her lips when he brought the hand at the back of her neck to the front, warm palm encasing her throat as he squeezed very lightly— enough to bring her to her tippy toes. Y/N gave in to her intrusive thoughts and looped her index finger around his necklace, roughly pulling him down until he was merely a breath away, “Kiss me.”
She could practically see the internal battle raging on in his head, as his gaze flitted between her lips and her eyes. There was a push and pull between them; something magnetic when she’d lean in and he’d tease her, and then he’d brush his bottom lip against her top one like a reward. When he did it a second time, she whined, yanking the chain one more time when he whispered, “Fuck.”
Harry’s lips crashed into hers, his grip around her throat so strong she felt like he was lifting her up singlehandedly. A whimper left her as he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, asking her to open up for him. When she did, he licked into her mouth, tilting her face to the right as he pleased to have better access.
The way he kissed made Y/N’s toes curl— it was like he wanted to crawl inside of her, tasting behind her teeth, sucking her bottom lip and then biting it, hard. She could feel the sheer desperation in the way he used his other hand to push her hips, walking her backwards towards his bedroom, “I think about it too,” He started, finally letting her breathe, but he didn’t go far as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisse down her jaw and neck, “I wanted to take you right there. Sweet little thing asking me so nicely— wearing that pretty dress,” He twisted so his back was to the bed and she faced him, still reeling from the grip he had on her throat, “Wanted to fuck you hard on my bike. Bend you over the seat and silence you with my fingers as I pounded this needy pussy.”
Y/N was on a whole other plane. She didn’t know her Harry was so filthy. The pure smut that spewed from his mouth so easily had her thinking this wasn’t his first time imagining the scene either. His hand trailed beneath her shirt and toyed with the waistband of her sweats, and she knew if he looked at her undies, she’d have soaked right through them. With every step she took, she could feel herself seeping down her thighs. “I wanted you to,” She whispered. Y/N jumped as his hand went beneath her sweats to grab a handful of her ass, her moan muffled against his lips, “I know, baby,” He replied, kissing the corner of her mouth, “Strip.”
Harry gave her hips a nudge. He sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs wide, the girl standing between them utterly flustered and hot. He looked at her patiently with both his arms behind him, holding him up. Y/N felt like she was putting on a show for him as she stood there buzzing nervously, fingers finding the hem of her shirt. The last thing she saw before she slowly pulled it over her head was Harry’s hand sliding down to his crotch, giving his cock a squeeze. There was a faint outline of it pressed up against his abdomen and it looked big, slightly curved to the left.
Having forgone a bra, Harry was immediately met with the sight of her bare tits, nipples peaked. He groaned her name, rubbing his cock faster with his lip between his teeth. Each sound he made went straight to her throbbing pussy which cried for his attention. Y/N then worked on her sweats. She untied the string, tugging them down before stepping out of the pile of fabric. She was wearing the underwear that he bought her, and now that she was standing bare before him, she wondered if he had an ulterior motive when buying them considering the pink bow on her mound and the lace which hugged her hips.
He seemed like he was restraining himself from touching her, gaze darting from her tits, to her tummy, to her pussy, to her thighs where she dripped. To rile him up further, a mischievous glint sparkled in Y/N’s eyes as she slyly turned around so her ass was in his face. Slowly, she bent over while at the same time hooking her thumbs into her underwear to pull it off. “Fuck me, baby,” Harry sounded whiney and pretty behind her, “So beautiful.”
Her puffy, wet pussy was probably on full display, and the action did what she intended when he roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her back, seating her right on his clothed cock. Y/N writhed under his touch, shifting her hips for any sort of friction as his hand went to her throat again, turning her face so he could kiss her. This new angle drove her crazy, especially when he let his free fingers snake down to where she leaked. He passed his fingers over her folds twice, pushing them against her throbbing clit to feel it’s heartbeat, “Harry…” Y/N cried into his mouth. She had to pull away when he stuffed a finger inside, deep, curling against her g-spot instantly. He pumped it once, twice, before sadly leaving her empty and wrapping his lips around the finger. His gaze never wavered from hers, closing momentarily as he tasted her, “Taste so sweet, angel. Want you to sit on my face.”
Y/N froze, “What?” She’d never tried that though she’d seen it in porn and read about it in stories. Obviously it intrigued her, and it did look like it felt really good but her nerves were getting to her— how would he breathe with her blocking his airways? Would her weight not crush his neck? As if he noticed her hesitance, Harry kissed her jaw, then her cheek before meeting her eyes, “I want you to sit on my face so I can eat your pussy. S’so good baby, need to feel you everywhere. Want you everywhere.”
“I’ve never um— never done that before,” Y/N admitted. Harry helped her turn around on his lap so she wasn’t hurting her neck trying to talk to him. He scooted back on the bed, pulling her body with his, both his hands holding hers, “Y’don’t have to if y’don’t want to,” He set his head on the pillow, positioning her so she was on top, thighs astride his waist, “But I think it’d be fun. You’ll feel good,” She could tell he was trying to be patient with her, but his gaze kept flitting down to where she leaked as he licked his lips. Both his palms came up to grab and squeeze her breasts, “Yeah, okay, let’s do it. Will it hurt you?”
He laughed and moved her up, up, and up until she was hovering right above his face. The next words were spoken directly to her pussy, since he was too enthralled by her dripping core to meet her eyes, “Not in the slightest.” Not a second was wasted as he yanked her down, his mouth already open and tongue out. The first lick had her doubling over, a broken moan escaping her lips. Y/N gripped the headboard to steady herself, already struggling to hold it together. Harry was relentless beneath her; delivering long, deep licks all the way from her hole to her clit, which he wrapping his lips around and sucked like a starved man. He didn’t do that annoying thing where they popped on and off, instead, suckling in long bursts. When he needed a breath he paused but continued to press searing kisses over the needy button.
When her hips began moving on their own accord to ride his mouth, she has no idea, but Harry seemed like he liked it given the way he moaned against her. The vibrations travelled throughout her whole body. She was worried he wasn’t getting enough air down there, yet any time she lifted to give him space, his grip on her thighs tightened and he stuffed his face into her further. By the morning, she’s sure she will have finger-sized bruises where he held her.
At one time, she was moving a tad too much, to the point where Harry struggled to get his tongue on her, so he delivered a loud spank to her ass which stilled her immediately. She cried out loud, tears prickling in her eyes from both pleasure and pain as her first orgasm ripped through her. Harry continued to lick her through it, murmuring words of encouragement into her clit. He helped her grind against his tongue how she wanted with his nose pressed tightly against her mound.
When she came down, there was a bit of fumbling as she shuffled on his body until she was again resting on his dick and not his mouth. One glance at Harry’s face and her heart was doing somersaults— he had a big, toothy smile on his lips, appearing almost pussy-drunk with his lips, nose, chin and cheeks covered in a shiny layer of her arousal. He eyed her lazily as she began rubbing against his cock, “Not too bad?” He asked, referencing to her hesitance just before.
“Mm-mm. I wanna ride you,” She demanded sweetly. Harry chuckled and rubbed her thighs, going up to her hips, her stomach, and then cupping her breasts. Pinching her nipples, he used the grasp to bring her down to his mouth, “Yeah? I’m not sure this tiny pussy can handle my cock, baby. S’big,” He kissed her bottom lip. Y/N pouted, “I can handle it. At least let me try.”
“F’course y’can try,” He replied. She continued grinding against him and began thinking that maybe he was right; he did feel really big tucked against her folds, and all the men she’d ever been with weren’t really that impressive. She was also sort of out of practice when it came to riding someone, but he looked so good laying there cockily, the urge took control of her.
Both her and Harry worked on taking his sweats off, and she was delighted to see that he wore no boxers, so when the waistband went past his thighs, his massive cock sprung free. Y/N couldn’t help the audible gasp that left her lips. He really wasn’t lying when he said she might struggle riding him. Even Y/N was worried she wouldn’t be able to. He was long, maybe half the length of her forearm, his tip leaking precum already. His balls sat heavy at the base, full and swollen, and he was fucking thick too— if she tried to wrap her hands around it, the tips of her fingers might not touch. Just looking at it made her thighs shake, “Harry…” She whispered, tracing her index finger down the length of it. He twitched, hissing as she circled her thumb on the pink tip, “You’re so big.”
“Too big for you, love?” He asked her, lips open in pleasure.
“Maybe,” Y/N was being honest with him. He did look too big; enough to burn when he first slid in to her. Yet the thought didn’t scare her as much as it should. She was looking forward to feeling him stretch her out, “But I can take it, I think. How will it fit?” Fitting her palm around it, she gave it one slow stroke. “I’ll make it fit,” Harry growled. He clutched her waist hard, guiding her so she could sink on his cock.
The loud, high-pitched whine that came from her was unrecognisable to her own ears; never had she ever been so spent and bent over a man’s cock, but Harry was driving her nuts. He looked fucked-out beneath her, with his hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead, eyes following where they joined and jaw dropped open. It took a few seconds for her to sit on him properly and the burn of him inside was almost too much. She could feel him all the way in her tummy. Whimpering, he put an arm around her shoulders and brought her down to his lips.
Y/N was already feeling immobile. Harry pressed distracting kisses to her lips, soft, wet ones that had her struggling to focus. After about a minute of this, he rolled his hips slightly. The first nudge of him inside punched an embarrassing noise from her, his own groan muffled against her tongue. Y/N began moving her own hips to join him, grinding down as he thrusted up into her. The pain gave way to pleasure after the first few strokes, and because of the angle he was tucked right against her swollen g-spot. His hips dug into her clit with each movement, a different sort of muted pleasure erupting that made her scream.
She was already so wet, and Harry was also leaking, so when they came together the sounds in the room were fucking pornographic. Her pussy was squelching and pulsing as she rode him. “S’that too much?” He asked her after a particularly deep thrust. Y/N arched her back, “No, no— want more. Please, don’t stop,” She said as he fondled with her tits again, “Want it harder.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmmm.” What Harry did next, she wasn’t expecting. His knees bent and he planted his feet on the mattress before stilling his hips. Using his hands to stop her grinding, he scooted towards the edge of the bed, still inside of her before cupping her ass with both hands and standing up. This new position made her sob into his shoulder. Her hands went under his arms where her nails scratched down his back as he began pounding into her relentlessly. Harry moved her up and down his cock like she weighed nothing, walking towards his massive windows. Pressing her against the glass, he gathered her wrists and stretched them out above her.
The whole time his dick was merciless— stuffed deep inside of her and moving at a pace she didn’t think was humanly possible (at least not while standing). It took maybe three more strokes before she was creaming all over him. This orgasm was way more intense; she felt it brewing from the tips of her fingers, a hot pool of arousal gathering in her gut before it exploded, spreading through her veins like searing lava. She squeezed and pulsed around him, the action making him whine and cry her name.
All this must’ve pushed him to his end too, because he pulled out, practically threw her on the bed and stood between her parted thighs. Y/N watched with heavy breathes as he began pumping himself, once, twice, thrice, and then he came all over her pussy and stomach. White, hot ropes of cum pooled in the dip of her ribs, some of it landing on her chin as he released, groaning deeply. The sight of him spent made Y/N want to go all over again, but then the exhaustion settled into her bones and she thought otherwise— she was also still hungry and that wasn’t helping the case.
He tugged one last time before rolling his neck to see her, popping a dimple at her state, “Y’okay?” He asked, patting her knee. Y/N nodded, “Yup.” A warm giggle sounded from him as he pressed a quick kiss to her lips, “I’ll get some wipes.”
-
After they both cleaned up, Harry left to make her a sandwich and get a juice box from the kitchen. She was so hungry after everything she felt like she was on the verge of passing out. The night was slowly turning into day as the first rays of sun filtered into his room. Y/N laid on top of his chest, her belly and heart full. Their legs were tangled beneath the covers and she traced her fingers over the butterfly on his tummy, his own hands grazing her cheek. Her head was tilted towards him.
The past hour had just been empty conversations and sweet nothings— things they never got to talk about despite having known each other so adequately. They spoke of everything but the past few days’ events, and for that Y/N was very grateful. Every now and then he’d nudge their noses together and kiss her. Y/N knew Harry was sweet from the start, but this side of him was a surprise to her; he treated her like she was delicate, like a petal.
“Harry,” She spoke up after a particularly long pause, “I want this to be real.”
Instantly, he knew exactly what she meant; she could tell by the shift in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but she beat him to it, “And I know what you’re going to say— that it’s dangerous and not safe to be with you…” She continued, “But I also know you’re worth taking that risk. I don't want a safe life if it means it's one without you.”
Wordlessly, he searched her face for any sign that she was kidding. Y/N looked at him apprehensively, half anticipating that he might reject her, and half anticipating that he might finally do something that’s selfishly just for him. She really hoped it was the latter. A moment passed before he cupped her jaw and brought his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. This one was different to all the others, in the sense that there was no lust behind it. She could feel the emotion poured into it as he rubbed his thumb against her cheekbone.
“I think I’ve been yours for a while now,” He rested his forehead against hers again, “And I’m really, really tired of pretending otherwise.”
Y/N felt his heart race beneath her palm. “Me too.”
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A/N: OKAYYYY THIS SERIES IS OVERR!!! guys i actually love these two so much this is my fav series so if u ever want a check in or anything lit just ask and im going to deliver!! I AM VERY PROUD OF HOW THIS TURNED OUT AND I HOPE U ENJOYED THIS STORY! if u did please like reblog comment send an ask they are lit anon so dont be shy!! i love hearing from you!!1 NOW ON TO THE NEXT!
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NFWMB - PART NINE*
Summary: “Y/N stayed over at Harry’s house, and he has thought of the perfect way to keep her occupied during her free time from work…”
Tropes: boxer!harry x innocent!yn
Wc: 7k
Warnings: smut, light bondage (handcuffs), degr@dation k!nk, praise k!nk, jealousy, possessiveness, dom!harry, use of s€x toys, teeny tiniest tinsiest bit of angst (basically overthinking)
A/N: hello I am back🙂↕️ I have two things to say. 1. I went to the Together Together tour and had multiple impromptu staring contests with Harry and the evidence of one is now my profile picture (I took like 100 pictures of this sexy man lmk if anyone wants to see em) 2. This chapter is very filthy so I hope this makes up for the long absence. Hope you forgive me for being MIA and enjoy this absolute wretchedness😋
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Y/N had woken up in complete bliss.
For once, it was the sunlight that awoke her, instead of her usual loud alarm. The soft vibrations of music coming from the living room infiltrated the bedroom as she got dressed. And once she opened the door, her heart malfunctioned at the sight of Harry cooking breakfast, singing along to Otis Redding's 'That's How Strong My Love Is'.
When Harry proposed to run errands together while they were eating the pancakes he'd prepared, she instantly agreed. Watching him clean up the kitchen afterwards, Y/N reckoned he could've suggested to drop her in an abandoned alley and she still would've said yes. He was simply too mesmerizing to turn down. She got ready with a big smile on her face, one that only began to fade when Harry parked the car on the sidewalk of a sketchy street.
This street looked nothing like the cute market she imagined he'd take her too.Harry turned off the ignition in complete silence, purposely ignoring Y/N as she nervously eyed the street. It really didn't seem like a valid, legal parking space either.
"Where are we?" Y/N asked. When he didn't respond, she took off her seatbelt to turn her body towards him. "Harry..."
"Y/N..." He mocked her tone, a devilish grin on his face as he watched the reaction of his girl in the passenger seat unfold.
"What are we doing here?" She urged, but from the sight of that sly look on his face, she knew he wasn't going to budge.
"Running errands." He shrugged his shoulders, getting out of the car before Y/N could even protest his annoyingly vague answer. Her brows creased as she watched him walk to the other side of the car, his pace quickening once he realized she was going to open the car door herself. Y/N couldn't contain her smile when he offered his hand to help her out of the car. When she got out of the car, she finally realized where Harry had brought her. Y/N let out a choked sigh.
"You can't be serious."
Harry shrugged. "I'm just holding up to my end of the bargain."
"I don't see what visiting a sex shop has to do with you holding up to your end of the bargain." Y/N retorted, glancing at the sign 'Good Vibrations' above the door and the sticker on the window that read 'All Vibrators, 40% off!'. God, she would never be able to listen normally to that Beach Boys song again.
"I told you I was going to help you figure out your likes and dislikes." Harry stepped in front of her, prying her attention away from the light up sign and the raunchy lingerie plastered on the mannequin. "There are some items in here that I think could help with that. Things like toys can be a very nice addition to sex."
"I know that. I have a vibrator." She added defensively, crossing her arms. It was difficult to maintain eye contact once she heard a breathy laugh escape his lips. And yet, once he inched closer and she felt the body heat emanating from him, she met his eyes.
"And I can only imagine how amazing you look using it," Harry raised a playful brow. "but there's a whole lot of other stuff that I think you'd love to use and feel and wear. Though, if you don't, just say the word and we'll be out of here in two seconds."
Y/N looked at Harry, who was eyeing her with a nervous type of anticipation. He probably knew it was a bit of a risk taking her here, not even entirely certain if this was something she was ready to explore. But as Y/N picked her brain for reasons not to go in, she found that no amount of doubt could trump the intrigue that coursed through her veins. A beat went by, and Y/N swallowed.
"...Did you say 'wear'?"
Y/N's stomach bubbled with excitement as she watched Harry's mouth spread into a grin. "I did."
"Alright. Let's go in."
Harry didn't need to be told twice, it seemed, because he turned around so swiftly Y/N thought he was going to get whiplash. But when he moved toward the entrance, he was pulled back by Y/N, whose feet had suddenly cemented into the ground.
"Wait." Her voice had gone dry. "What if I pick something weird? Or boring?"
A flare of heat shot up to her face as she watched his face morph into something of disapproval. "You won't, because whatever you like is valid. You don't need me to validate things like that for you. You've got to stop living like that, Angel."
He made clear, and Y/N nodded. Still, he must've noticed the worried look on her face, because he quickly came up with an idea. "Listen, while we're in there, I'm just going to leave you alone, so you can look at stuff without feeling judged." Harry said, taking both her hands in his. "I'll be at a safe distance unless specifically requested otherwise, okay?"
Y/N sighed, looking at that discount sticker again. "Okay."
An old fashioned bell tinkled as Harry opened the door. He squeezed Y/N's hand one last time before letting go and walking straight into the store, leaving Y/N by the entrance. The place was fairly calm, only about three other people inside. It was much like Y/N had expected a sex shop to look like: red walls with black shelves and about a dozen lingerie-wearing mannequins surrounded by bright pink dildos. On her immediate right was a wide arrangement of fluffy handcuffs in nearly all colors of the rainbow, and an intimidating collection of paddles.
After grabbing a shopping basket on her arm, she began circling the store. It didn't take long for the awkwardness to flow away, and soon enough it entirely disappeared into the shadows of the fascination she held for every item in the store. It was the wand of vibrators, though, that really had her flabbergasted. Y/N had always been quite sure she didn't live under a rock, that she was fairly educated on the aspects of BDSM and sex toys. Yet somehow this store had managed to make her feel like the most unaware person on the planet. Her head tilted as she took in the glass shelves filled with different sorts of 'cock rings', a term she had never heard of before.
"Do you need me to open the glass door?" A voice suddenly spoke up from behind her. Y/N spun around to find a tall man with rattling keys in his hand.
"Oh, yes. Thank you." She said, stepping aside. As the man opened the door, she took the time to assess him a little bit. She hadn't expected such a young guy to work at a sex shop. He couldn't have been much older than Harry. Y/N had imagined a sixty year old man with a leather vest and a detrimental smoker's cough to work in a shop like this. A muscular man with long enough hair to put it in a bun must've been her last guess, though it was significantly less creepy. Her eyes floated back to the cock rings, still wondering about their function.
"Having trouble deciding? We've got new leather ones that we haven't shelved yet, if that's what you're looking for." The man suggested kindly. Y/N felt a tinge of discomfort run down her spine. It was still a bit of a foreign concept to her; talking about sex toys as if they were grocery store items.
"Oh, that's alright, but thank you." Y/N conjured a smile, spotting the name tag on his shirt. Tim, was his name. Tim nodded, but he didn't move. Y/N looked behind her, pointing to the other aisle. "Do I need to move..?"
"Oh, no!" Tim chuckled, pointing at the shelves. "I just need to close this after you've picked one— or more. For safety reasons."
Y/N felt herself turn redder by the second. God, was she dense? "Right, of course. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, can I help you decide?" Tim offered, pointing to the shelf of cock rings. Y/N's gaze flickered from the products back to their seller, and decided to stop being a prude and just ask.
"Actually, I haven't— I don't really know what they do, to be honest. I mean, I assume it's for guys, but..." she stumbled, her momentary lapse of bravery not going as smoothly as she'd hoped. Though, Tim didn't make it feel awkward at all. He simply nodded along and waited for her to be done with her question before he politely answered.
"You mean cock rings?" He asked, and when Y/N nodded, Tim gave her a reassuring smile. "Basically, they go around the penis. It's for prolonged erections and delayed, intenser orgasms. But it's not only for people with a penis. You see those?"
Tim pointed at something Y/N was unable to see from her position, so she stepped closer to see what he was talking about. Her reaction was a bit jumpy when Tim's fingertips grazed her lower back, but she quickly relaxed. He was just trying to show her what he was talking about, she was sure of it. Indeed, she finally spotted a few rings with more of an added rectangle shape. Y/N hummed, grabbing a black variant of the item from the shelves.
"These are vibrational cock rings. They vibrate the clitoris during penetration. See, a cock ring doesn't exclusively have to be for guys. Both parties can enjoy the use of one." Y/N looked up to give Tim a grateful smile, finding that he had already fixated his eyes on her, the corners of his mouth just as widely stretched out as hers.
"And it makes the guy feel good?" Y/N returned her attention to the shelves, picking up another vibrational cock ring from a different brand. Was three cock rings too excessive? She really couldn't choose, and besides, her mind was coming up with way too many fantasies for her to just toss these items aside. She swallowed at the idea of Harry with a cock ring on. She absolutely adored the sounds Harry made whenever he'd come, and if this could help him get orgasms as intense as he was giving her, she wanted to try it out. Suddenly, Y/N was aware of the increased wetness between her legs. Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she realized Tim had taken a step closer to her.
"Oh it makes us feel very, very good." He answered with a smirk that felt a bit more suggestive than it did before. Y/N looked up at him, her eyes slightly widened. Tim wasn't exactly creeping her out; he was handsome and she was sure that he was just being a bit flirty. But that was the thing, Y/N wasn't good with flirty. She had no idea how to shoot him down in a playful way, in the way she had seen so many of her friends do with ease.
Y/N opened her mouth, taking a step back as she did, and bumped into a hard body behind her. His familiar cologne hit her nostrils first, making her relax instantly when she felt his hand snake around her waist. Lips curving into a smile, Y/N turned around, both happy and nervous to see him. After all, her basket was almost empty.
"Hey!"
"Hi Angel, everything alright?" Harry’s kind eyes temporarily dimmed as he casted a warning glance to Tim, who was closing the glass door. Y/N turned her head back to the worker.
"Yes— thank you, Tim." Y/N threw a half-smile the guy's way, and it seemed as if something flickered in the shopkeeper's eyes as she mentioned his name. Then, silently, he sauntered back to the counter. When Y/N turned back to look at Harry, his eyes were still on Tim. A nervous bubble of excitement grew in her stomach.
"Did you find anything?" Y/N tried to steer the conversation elsewhere, but Harry wasn't cooperating. He kept his withering stare on the man who was probably back at the counter by now.
"Was he bothering you?" He said when he finally looked back at Y/N. Her brows raised in shock, the comment sinking like a brick into her chest.
"What? No! He was helping me. He was nice." Y/N felt the need to defend him. She couldn't start to believe that every guy had ill intentions, or she would never be able to leave the house again. "You know, I'm trying to keep myself from creating such a belief system. I don't think it would be very effective if you become suspicious of any guy that talks to me."
Harry bit the inner side of his cheek, looking back at Tim once again and then back at Y/N. Her anxiety was about to turn into something angrier, but he interrupted her with a sigh.
"I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean it like that." He responded. Y/N bummed, though she was a tad confused about what he did mean, then. She decided not to dig, turning instead to the hangers full of crotchless tights. She made sure he saw the ones she put in her basket; it was her way of saying 'no harm, no foul'. Harry grabbed onto your waist in response, pulling her back to his chest.
"I thought you were going to let me wander on my own in here." She teased, ears red as she leaned forward to grab some from a lower hanger. She swore she heard him curse under his breath as she bent over.
"Yeah, I changed my mind." He responded once she stood upright again. His voice was rough.
Y/N turned to Harry, a bit of a grin creeping up her face. For some reason—probably to get back at him for acting so caveman like all of a sudden—she felt the need to push him a bit. Just to see how far this possessive behavior would go.
"But that ruins the element of surprise."
That caught Harry's attention. His head flicked right back to her. "What element of surprise?"
"The one I made up in my head about five minutes ago." Y/N said nonchalantly, trying to imitate the way he was behaving when he lured her to this store in the first place. Harry stifled a laugh, but Y/N stayed determined.
"I thought it'd be fun for you to go through the stuff I bought once we get home." She said, putting her hand on his chest and trying not to blush at how his heart beat quickened the second she said the word 'home'. His gaze traveled to Y/N hand and back to her face, eyes filled with a look she had come to know as longing. A lustful longing, that is. Leaning into his ear, she decided to go in for the kill.
"And I promise I'll sprawl out on the bed and let you use whatever you want on me." Y/N said in a low whisper. Harry sucked in a breath, and looked down at the ground. His fists were visibly clenched, a sight Y/N was glad to take notice of. She liked what that alluded to. Harry, her personal trainer and the best sex of her life, getting hard at the idea of her in his bed. There was something that made Y/N ache. Her ego inflated so much that she closed in on his ear again.
"How about you wait by the car while I grab some last things and check-out with Tim at the register, and then I'll meet you outside?" Y/N said, face as smug as her voice as she made the demand.
A part of her expected Harry to grab her by her throat and remind her of her manners. While she would've highly enjoyed that, she was also quite curious about the other way this situation could pan out. So when Harry walked toward the exit without a word, butterflies began to swarm in Y/N's stomach. The uncertainty of how Harry was going to react made her wet beyond belief, and she was quick to gather the last things she needed before heading over to the register.
Tim already stood there, awaiting her with a smile. He began to scan the products, and Y/N even noticed his eyes widening slightly at some of the items she picked. At first, it made her nervous, but then she realized his reaction was rooted in his imagination rather than her eccentricity. Her cheeks heated up. Looking for a distraction, Y/N grabbed her phone, and her mouth fell open at the notification she got from her bank.
H.E. STYLES wired you $500.
Five hundred dollars? She knew he would probably chip in, because he was a gentleman and she knew he wouldn't entirely let her pay this by herself (though she truly wouldn't have minded). But five hundred dollars? That was far too much. The final number was two-fifty. She immediately made a mental note to wire the rest back to him. This man was truly insane.
Tim had kindly bagged all her stuff, and as she waited on the receipt, Y/N took a look outside. In front of the door, Harry was waiting, watching Tim like a hawk. He looked extremely hot leaning against the car, hands stuffed in his pocket.
"I put the receipt in your bag." Tim chimed in, commanding her attention again. Y/N's head snapped back at the kind man, and she sputtered out a thank you as she snatched the bag from the counter. After a quick goodbye, she walked outside. Harry had already opened the door for her, and with a swarm of butterflies in her bellies and her wildest fantasies in a paper bag, she slid into the car.
All the luck Harry had ever prayed to encounter in his life, the universe had gathered and given it a name: Y/N.
His mouth was dry as he looked through all the stuff Y/N had bought. After they'd gotten to his apartment, she almost immediately retreated to the bedroom. It took everything in Harry not to follow her and fuck her senseless the second they came home. Hell, it took him everything not to fuck her senseless in the store.
He still felt a bit guilty about his jealous attitude. It wasn't at all his intention to fuel Y/N's discomfort around men. In fact, it wasn't even on his mind as he stared this 'Tim' down. Though, he couldn't tell Y/N the true reason for his grumpy attitude and sudden touchiness: terrible jealousy.
The second he spotted that cheap imitation of a surfer dude trying to chat up his girl, a heavy pit sank to the bottom of Harry's stomach. He recognized that impressed glint in Tim's slimy eyes; it was similar to how Harry looked at Y/N. She was an impressive woman, so he knew he couldn't really blame the poor bloke for trying. Nevertheless, Harry despised the idea of anyone looking at Y/N like that, because it was a painful reminder of how many guys would jump for joy at the idea of being with her. He wanted to be the only one.
His introspective attitude immediately marked this thought process as problematic. He was very much aware of his faulty assumptions. So, he felt like the self-reflexive act of holding himself accountable granted him at least one more jealousy-driven action. Hence, the five hundred dollars. Perhaps it was silly, but Harry wanted to show Y/N what he was capable of giving her. Tonight, he promised himself to lay it on thick, and hopefully that sentiment would get to her without him having to say a word.
He had already ordered Y/N to put on a white matching set she'd bought, but before he was able to see it, he needed to pick a few more things from the pile of stuff laid out on the round, wooden table. Harry had already gotten hard the second he saw the two cock rings. Truly, what had he done to deserve this girl?
Finally having decided on his toys for the night, Harry headed towards the bedroom. He was certain Y/N had grown impatient, particularly because he'd purposely took his time. As soon as the door opened, his assumptions were confirmed.
Lying on her stomach was Y/N, head facing the door and her legs up, swinging slowly. Her brows raised when she locked eyes with him, instantly pushing herself up. Harry shook his head, letting out a small hum as he closed the door, and Y/N laid down on the bed again.
Harry set the items down next to the bed, and climbed over Y/N. He lowered his lips onto her back and began an upwards trail of kissing. Once he'd reached her neck, he pushed her hair to the side and began sucking on a sensitive spot. Harry could hear the hitched breaths leave Y/N's mouth as his lips worked to leave a mark. He was certain he heard a huff of frustration when he removed his lips from her skin to move onto her earlobe. It took everything in him not to smile like an idiot. His erection was already pressing into her ass, but that was all the joy and excitement he could show for now. He needed to keep his composure if he was going to make this experience—this sex session, if you will—unforgettable for her.
"Would you like me to tell you what toys I chose to play with tonight, or do you prefer letting me use my picks without warning?" Harry whispered the question into Y/N's ear, trying to hover above her just enough so she wouldn't feel his racing heartbeat. It was moments such as these that he was grateful to train as much as he did.
"Just use me." Y/N slipped out the second Harry stopped talking, and he could've sworn his cock sent a shock of pain through his body at hearing those words. It was the hottest possible thing she could've said, and he was fairly certain she'd said it on accident. When met with desperation, Harry had found that Y/N's mouth could conjure up the most satisfying sentences in the English language.
Letting out a breathy laugh, Harry kissed her temple. "Careful what you wish for, Angel."
Momentarily moving away from her, Harry bent over the bed and snatched the pair of red, fluffy handcuffs from the floor. Obliging to Y/N's wishes, he kept quiet as he took both of her hands and pinned them behind her back, locking them into place with the handcuffs. Through the reflection of the mirror not far from the bed, Harry caught Y/N biting into her lower lip as he caressed her ass. He swallowed, forgetting for a moment where he was and what he was doing. The question consumed his mind in its entirety: how can someone be that beautiful?
When she dug her head into the sheets, Harry stepped out of the small trance he had been stuck in for those few moments. The origin of Y/N's beauty—while magnificently intriguing—should not be Harry's focus. He should focus on the fact that the absolute beauty was in his bed, and every which way he could prove he was worthy enough to stay with.
Stepping off the bed, Harry took the vibrating cock ring and wrapped it around himself. Slowly, he strode to the end of the bed, where his hard dick met the exact height of Y/N's plump lips. Through her wispy lashes, she looked up at him. Harry clenched his jaw at her excited face expression, nearly unable to handle the idea of this dreamy girl being so enthusiastic to be met with his erection.
Harry's body was hot as he stepped closer to her, but a cold shiver ran down his spine the moment Y/N leaned forward to kiss the tip of his cock. He reached down to lock his fingers locking around her chin, and pulled down, her mouth obediently opening. Moving her head forward a bit, he motioned for her to take him in her mouth, and lowered his body for easier access. Accordingly, Y/N wrapped her lips around the tip of Harry's cock. The instant a moan of relief left him, she crossed her legs.
Harry cursed under his breath, his hips involuntarily bucking at the sensation of her mouth swirling around his cock. It simultaneously delighted and frustrated him, how good she was with her mouth. He hadn't taught her to do this, she was this skilled already. Though, the idea of her being in this position with anyone else infuriated him, and it kept popping into his head every single time they were intimate. He needed it to be just him and her. He wanted to make her—and in doing so, himself—forget about any guy she ever had before.
Suddenly, Y/N took his cock out of her mouth, and Harry's head snapped down. He was about to ask what was wrong, when she spoke up.
"Can I move?" She asked in that sweet voice of hers, though it was a little hoarse due to the recent activities. Harry hummed in approval, leaning forward to help her sit upright at the edge of the bed. She didn't announce her next move, so he was pleasantly surprised to see her sink to her knees.
"Now I can see you better." She explained, and didn't waste any time putting her mouth around him again, taking him as far down her throat as she could. Harry moaned, hastily grabbing at Y/N's hair and accidentally pushing her a bit further. A satisfied yelp vibrated on Harry's rock hard erection, her tongue wetting him even more.
"Shit— you like getting face fucked, Angel?" He asked as he watched her bob her head at a pace that made him go crazy. Those cock rings had always helped him last longer, but at the moment the toy seemed to have no effect on the speed of his impending orgasm. Her gorgeous eyes stared up at him, the answer written in them: yes.
As soon as the agreeing hum escaped her perfect-fitting throat, Harry gave up the fight. Twisting her hair around his fingers, he placed his hand on the back of her head, and began to thrust. He closed his eyes at the initial overwhelm of pleasure that washed over him, but quickly regained control of his senses. He wanted to see her take his cock like this.
The sight was even more mouth watering than he'd imagined. Moaning countless of little moans, Y/N fought hard to keep her eyes focused on Harry's face. Her eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. She was watching him with such intent; she really wanted to make him feel good. Harry felt himself inching towards the edge, and forcibly removed his now wet shaft from her perfect lips.
Y/N looked somewhat disappointed. She wanted to see him fall apart. Harry smirked to himself at that thought as he helped her stand up. Loosening one hand from the cuffs, he took off her bra and ordered her to climb back onto the bed and lay on her back. As soon as she was in the right position, he cuffed one hand to the bed frame. In her free hand, he placed a vibrator. A rose toy to be exact. She looked up at Harry, who sat down on the side of the bed, facing her.
"I haven't been able to get the image of you with a vibrator out of my head. I've been imagining you lying on this bed, telling me all about how good it feels." He explained, tracing circles on her leg. "I'm sure you'd love to help me realize that little fantasy, wouldn't you?"
"Yes." She nodded her head intently. "Please, I want to."
Harry let out a soft chuckle at her response, letting his hand float to Y/N's legs. Automatically, she spread them, her right leg now pressed against Harry's side. She bit her lip as his fingers trickled upwards to her wet folds; the heat was practically emanating from them.
"C'mon, show me then." He said, not taking his eyes off her once. It made him all buzzy, studying every inch of Y/N's face when she was experiencing any type of sexual pleasure. He unconsciously began to touch himself once the toy touched the skin between her legs, hypnotized by the way her eyes closed and her mouth inched opened farther to let out a gasp. Harry clenched his jaw at the magnificent sight, deciding to add some fuel to the fire. It was going to be absolute torture to watch without pleasuring himself, but he couldn't resist slipping two fingers inside her soaking pussy.
The loud squelching sounds were just about mute in comparison to Y/N's verbal response at the sudden intrusion. Moaning at the overwhelming sensations, she slightly lifted the toy from her clit, but Harry was having none of it. With his free hand, he pushed the toy right back down on her sensitive spot. As a result, it landed with a lot more pressure than before, and Y/N clenched her thighs at the feeling.
"Is it too much, darling? Is it too good?" Harry asked, trying his hardest to concentrate in order not to come all over the bedsheets before Y/N even had the chance. She let out a vague sound, something in between a moan and a hum. Harry shook his head. "Words, Angel."
"F—fuck... it's so good, Harry." She responded. Harry smiled at the mention of his name, continuing at a steady pace.
"Do you love it?"
"Mmm, yes... I love it so much. I love it, I love it..." She began to ramble, which Harry had by now identified as a sign she was close to her orgasm.
"Are you gonna come for me?"
"Fuck— yes!" Y/N's legs began to shake slightly, not being able to withstand the increasing speed of Harry's finger in combination with the suction of the toy.
"Yeah? You gonna come all over this bed?" He egged her on. His free hand reached over to the toy again, pushing a button to intensify the vibrations of the toy. Y/N's hips rose at the change, but this time she obediently kept the toy placed on her clit.
"Yes, Harry, yes—"
The shattering release took control of Y/N, her body twitching in pleasure as Harry's hand slowly soaked in her orgasm. He felt her spasming around his fingers, and the sounds that left her seemed almost illegal. Harry watched her heaving chest rise as she took irregular breaths, trying to steady her body. Something overcame Harry; he just couldn't have her down from the high yet. So, he grabbed Y/N's hand, the one that was still gripped around the toy, and pushed it right back onto her clit.
"Oh, shit! Har— Harry, Harry... Harry!"
Her eyes shot open in an instant, jaw slacked. It seemed as if she was trying to plead for something, but the pleasure was too much for her to ever continue her sentence. Instead, she just repeated his name again and again, as if it was the only word she remembered how to say. Harry adored the sight of her falling apart for him, and he found himself wishing he'd recorded it.
Then, a warm liquid sprayed onto Harry's lower arm. His greedy eyes locked onto Y/N's slick pussy as her juices stained the bedsheets. In the mean time, any ability of saying words had left Y/N, and she was left a moaning mess as she squirted all over Harry.
He was mesmerized, watching her unravel in this way. He had gotten other women to this point before, and it was hot, but it wasn't fascinating like it was with Y/N. Harry's eyes were working overtime trying to catch every twitch, every tremble and all the movements on her face. He was in deep, deep trouble, and somehow it made him want to dive in even more. Putting the toy on the night stand, Harry moved up the bed.
"You did so good, Angel." He whispered, planting a kiss on Y/N's nose. "So good."
Y/N sought his eyes, a smile growing on her face as she dropped her free arm in Harry's lap. He took her hand into his instantly, stroking her palm with his thumb and giving her wrist a small peck.
"Color?" He asked.
"Green." She answered. Harry smiled, his heart slowing down a bit.
"I've never done that before." The beautiful girl on the bed confessed as her brows curved slightly. He could tell the initial bliss was fading; her consciousness was setting in again, and with that her shyness. "I ruined your sheets..."
Harry shrugged. "I like them better this way."
That earned a laugh from Y/N. Harry's stomach swirled as the ringing sound of her laughter hit his eardrums. How was she just... everything?
"So..." She said after the giggle had faded.
"So...?"
"Were those all the toys you chose for tonight?" She asked carefully, her eyes wandering around the room a little bit. Harry's eyes widened at the pleasant surprise.
"Two orgasms, and you still want more." Harry shook his head as he kissed his teeth."Greedy, greedy girl."
Y/N bit her lip, her eyes traveling down to his cock, which still had the cock ring on it. Nodding at it, she said: "Well you didn't wear that for nothing, did you?"
Harry still had two simultaneous reactions at Y/N's growing confidence. On the one hand, he wanted her to be cocky, bratty, sassy. To tell him what was on her mind, to take control at times if she wanted. On the other hand, it made him want to turn her on her stomach, prop her ass into the air, give it a hard smack, and fuck her senseless. Either way it made him feral.
Suppressing a groan, Harry moved to take the cuff off of the headboard, and he put it back around Y/N's left wrist. This time, her arms weren't behind her back, so she was easily able to stand in next to the bed when he requested it. Her eyes lit up as he closed the distance between them.
"Put your arms around my neck." He demanded, and she followed his instructions. "Legs as well."
Y/N lifted her leg up, and jumped, Harry catching her with ease. Clinging onto him, she could only stare in his eyes as he began to walk towards the door.
"Have you ever been fucked against a door, Y/N?" He asked innocently, casually, as if he just asked her what her favorite color is. Swallowing, Y/N shook her head. "Would you like to know what it feels like?"
"Yes, please."
"So polite, aren't you?" He said, satisfaction evident in his voice as he leaned her against the door. He lined up his cock with her entrance, nudging in the tip a bit. "Thought so."
Slowly, he slid into Y/N, doing his best not to fall apart at the sigh of relief she let out. Her hips leaned forward as Harry pulled out a bit, getting ready to thrust inside her again. It was as if her pussy was a magnet, he didn't think he could ever take his dick out of it again. He'd just have to stay buried inside her forever.
The idea alone, of having Y/N every minute of every day for the rest of his life, elicited a moan out of him, and he began to pick up his pace. As he ground his body into hers, Harry listened to the sounds that escaped the girl that had wrapped herself around him in every which way.
"It's so good. Don't stop, please." She whined, her hands digging into his hair. Harry looked down, watching his cock ran into her again, and again, and again. Y/N's gorgeous tits were bouncing along with the impact of his movements, and he could feel her legs wrapping tighter around his hips. Burying his head in her neck, he took in her coconut scented hair. Lifting his face just a bit, he positioned his mouth next to her ear, and began talking right back to her.
"I'm not stopping, baby. Fuck— you feel so good." He groaned. Y/N moaned in response, clenching around him.
"Shit, I love hearing you." She said, giving his hair a hard tug. Harry moved his head back, searching for Y/N's eyes.
"Do you? You like hearing how you make me feel?" Harry asked, obviously knowing the answer. He reckoned, though, it would sound sweeter coming from her lips.
"I like hearing you feel good."
The corner of Harry's mouth tugged up, and he was quick to lean in to kiss her. Sliding it between her parted lips, his to hue began to find hers. Her swollen lips felt like pillows, and Harry couldn't help sucking on her lower lip a bit. Parting their mouths, Harry moved his attention to her neck, just like he'd done before, and left a few more marks. He was rocking into her at a slightly slower pace, but his thrusts had become deeper.
Meeting her face again, he said: "You make me feel good, Angel. You're heavenly."
"Fuck..." Y/N groaned, throwing her head back a bit as she arched her back. Harry indulged in the sight before him, her tits displayed nicely in front of him. "Faster, please."
His body obeyed her wish before his brain could even process her question, and gradually, Harry got lost in the pleasure that surrounded him. Increasing the tempo, he began pounding into her with a fatal urgency. Y/N's legs trembled a bit, and Harry tightened his grip on her ass.
Shallow breaths fell from Harry's lips as his heart began to beat faster and faster. Mumbling Y/N's name repeatedly, he gathered all his mental and physical strength to start walking backwards on the bed and lay himself down against the headboard. while she was still inside him. Y/N moaned at the vibrations from the cock ring; it reached her clit way better in this position. She closed her eyes, getting lost in the intensified pleasure the sensitive spot was giving her, and not noticing Harry positioning him to thrust upwards into her.
When he did, Y/N was blindsided, but so was Harry. This was the deepest he had ever been inside her, and it reached a spot no one had ever been able to reach before.
"Oh my— fuck!" Y/N cried out in ecstasy, clenching around Harry, a reaction that seemed to be the final straw.
With a harsh groan, Harry bucked his hips and began to come inside her. His seed coated her walls as he rode out his high in a slamming rhythm. Y/N eyes were fixated on Harry's slacked jaw, watching him in awe as he climaxed. His movements slowly subsides into stillness, remaining deep inside her, and his cock ring now right on her clit. He leaned forward, pushing the vibrator further against Y/N's clit just as he'd done before, and she gasped at the feeling. He let her whine and cry as he directed his attention to her tits, sucking on her left nipple.
"It's... so much, Harry." She said breathily, clearly close to her orgasm. Taking his lips off her nipple for a moment, he responded.
"And you're taking it so well, Angel. Wetting my cock with our cum... such a filthy little slut."
The degrading nickname had slipped out, really. He hadn't necessarily intended to call her a slut, so he most definitely did not expect her reaction to the comment.
"Oh, shit... call me that again please." Y/N demanded. Her eyes were closed, and she was convulsing around Harry's still hard cock. Cursing under his breath, Harry talked her through her orgasm.
"You love it? Should've known, honestly. You're really just a cock dumb slut, are you not?"
"Yes, yes! Fuck, I am. I'm your slut." Y/N sighed out as she came around Harry's cock, their joined juices slowly dripping out of Y/N's pussy and onto Harry's skin.
"Yes you are, mine." Harry replied in a near growl, his half-open eyes fixated on the woman on top of him. The second she had come down from her orgasm, she collapsed in his arms.
It was impossible to wipe the smile from Harry's face as he slowly slipped out of her and freed her from the hand cuffs. Y/N was a bit out of it, letting Harry move her until she laid beside him on the bed. His stomach flipped from giddiness as they both relaxed in the silence; this was the best he'd ever felt. He was already dreading the day she'd have enough of him. When she realized she could do way better than him—a conclusion he couldn't even argue with—and leave him.
The room felt hot as Harry's mind began to race. What if he'd never feel this way about anyone ever again in his life? What if he didn't want to?
Suddenly, Y/N lifted her head, turning to look at Harry. Her hand slid over his chest, as she said: "Your heart is racing."
"It is." He nodded. For a few moments, as her eyes trailed across his face, it seemed as if Y/N was going to say something. Harry's heart didn't slow down in the slightest as he nervously waited for her to open her mouth.
But she didn't. Y/N turned around, and laid down again...
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Are you ever going to finish nfwmb?
YES😭 writing the next part as we speak i was just bombarded with a year of the most fucking school work ever but it’s summer and I am so back
