Summary: Your heart is full and you have so much to be thankful for on Christmas.
A/n: I know it's not very long but there's a lot of new things in this one. If you haven't already, I'd suggest reading the previous part before you read this.
The house was warm and quiet as you sat in the glider chair with your newborn in your arms. She was falling asleep slowly. She'd suckle and then her eyes would lull shut before she'd startle herself awake and start to pull at your nipple like a ravenous animal again. You smiled and smoothed your fingers over the soft hair on her head. It'd only been a week and a half since she was born but you already felt like she was your everything. It surprised you how deeply you already loved her.
Elara came a little early but you were ready for her. Harry said she wanted to make it in time for Christmas. She had to be monitored for a few extra days but she was healthy and she was perfect.
You saw the glow from the Christmas tree lights filtering into her room from downstairs and then heard a little rustling. Harry must have also been up. He was sleeping when you got up to feed the baby but he often would wake up when you'd get up. It was still something to get used to. You were more exhausted than you'd ever been in your life but maybe that explained why you were so deliriously in love with her.
Her suckling grew weak again, little eyes closed, and then⊠she was fast asleep. After waiting a few minutes, just in case, you carefully and gently got up from the chair and tiptoed to her crib to lower her down all without waking her.
She was perfect. Yes. That was true. But she was easy to wake and she'd cry for hours if she was woken up before she was ready.
Harry stood behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder as he looked down at your little creation with you. He knew better than to even whisper so you both just smiled at one another before quietly padding out of her room and closing the door behind you.
Your body was still sore. You knew it would take time to get back to feeling like yourself. Even walking downstairs felt like something was going to knock loose and fall out of your body. Harry held your hand.
"Merry Christmas, Mama," he kissed your lips softly when you got to the first floor.
The living room was dark except for the soft golden lights wrapped around the faux Christmas tree. You preferred a real one normally but it was too much work that year. Plus the smell bothered you when you and Harry had gone to check out the tree farm weeks earlier.
"Got your gift under the tree," he motioned.
You looked under the tree to see one small box with a bow. You hadn't wrapped any of Harry's and they were all tucked away, hidden in the closet in the basement.
"I didn't wrap yours. I'm sorry," you reached up to cup his face and he brought an arm around your back.
"You already gave me the best present I could ever ask for."
You grinned, "That I did. But you played a major role in that gift. So technically I could consider that a gift from you as well."
He grinned and pressed his lips to yours, "I'd say my role was very minor. All I had to do was get off a few times. You did all the hard work. All the stuff that counts."
A laugh puffed from your lips, "Okay. That I agree with."
You smelled coffee suddenly and realized Harry was making a pot.
"Decaf." He raised his brows at you. You were staying away from caffeine since you were breastfeeding. The doctor said you could have a little bit every day but Elara was fussy enough as it was. The last thing you wanted was a grouchy, angry baby hocked up on traces of caffeine.
"My mouth is watering," you spoke with a smile.
"Why don't you sit down and I'll get your coffee. Then we can open up your Christmas present."
Harry frothed a little milk for you while he took his coffee black. Even he was drinking decaf when he could have just had regular. He walked back into the living quietly, two steaming mugs in hand before handing you yours and sitting his down on the coffee table.
You took a sip as he reached under the tree to pull out the small red box. It had a small golden ribbon tied around it.
"What is it?" You held your palm out as he placed the box down into your hand.
"Well, you have to open it up first."
Taking another quick sip of your coffee before you leaned forward to place the ceramic mug down you looked at Harry with a big grin. The glittering lights from the tree were twinkling off his eyes as he looked down at the box and then up at your face.
You pulled at the ribbon and then paused when he sat up, about to push himself off the cushion, "What are you doing?"
He swallowed and you noticed that he suddenly seemed nervous, anxious. He shook his head and shrugged, "Nothing. Was just getting comfortable is all."
You squinted at him as he looked down at your hand. Then it was your turn for the nerves to take over. You couldn't be sure what was in the box but something told you that it was going to change everything. You knew Harry very well and his sudden excitement had your heart pounding in your chest. And given the size of the boxâŠ
"HarryâŠ" you blinked your eyes and placed your hand over the lid as you swallowed.
"Just open it, baby. See what it is." He was still sitting at the edge of the cushion, watching you as you pulled the lid off. Inside was another, smaller boxâa jewelry box.
You inhaled and looked up at him. He wore a soft smile on his face as he tensed his arms, like he was about to spring from the couch.
The moment you placed your fingers on the velvet-hinged top to lift it, he pushed himself onto his knees and scooted in between your thighs as the beautiful little shining diamond glinted from inside the box. A ring. But not just any ring.
He waited for a beat, his eyes on yours as your jaw dropped and you covered your mouth before looking at him in surprise.
Harry took the ring out of the box and held it between his thumb and pointer finger, "I love you. I want forever with you, Y/n. I know we're not in a rush but I couldn't wait another moment to put a ring on your finger. Tell the whole world you're mine."
You gasped out a quiet sob and just as he was about to continue you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him hard. You never imagined that you'd cry when he finally proposed but of course, your hormones were all out of whack and you'd been finding yourself crying for the smallest things lately.
He laughed when you pecked kisses over his cheek, "Yes, HarryâŠ"
"Baby, I didn't even finish thâ"
You smushed your lips over his again, swallowing his words as he pulled you into his arms until you were in his lap on the floor between the couch and the coffee table.
"I love you, HarryâŠ" You smeared your lips down to his jaw and he chuckled quietly.
"Gonna put it on?"
Pulling away from him, you looked down at his hand and spread your fingers out for him to slip the ring onto your finger. It was dainty and perfectâone small diamond at the top, set in white gold. You held your hand up, and you admired the way it looked on your hand for a moment.
Harry wrapped his big palm around yours and pulled your hand up to his mouth, "That's a yes? You'll marry me?"
You sputtered a laugh and nodded, "Of course I will."
He kissed your knuckles and grinned at you before you pulled your hand away and wrapped your arms around his neck to squeeze him tight. Harry tucked his face into your hair and put his arms around your back.
It was going to be the best Christmas day ever. Fae would be coming by for a couple of hours and then your parents later in the evening. Telling everyone you were finally engaged would be exciting but the best part was that you and Harry had the most precious gift lying upstairs sleeping already.
You placed your hand over his chest and ran your nose against his, "I'm so happy, Harry. I love you so much."
He shifted his legs and ran a big palm up your back, "That's all I want, for you to be happy, Y/n."
Harry got exactly what he wanted because you'd never been as happy as you were in that moment.
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{a usually prejudiced and often spiteful or malevolent ill will}
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one shot (???)
Y/N has never had to work a day in her life. Harry Styles has worked for everything he has. She decides she wants him somewhere between the jail waiting room and her own front door, and Y/N has never been double-minded. Harry has three good reasons and no intention of acting on any of them, until she makes intention irrelevant.
WC: 10.8K
pairing: older!harry/dad's!friend x reader
cw: age gap, breathplay/choking, degradation, crying during sex, praise kink, office sex, orgasm denial
GOLDEN GIRL
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status: ongoing, editing
pairing: best friend's dad harry x original character
slow-ish burn
description: a foreign correspondent hides her identity as the daughter of a U.S. presidential candidate...until a leaked story she publishes explodes into a scandal that could rig the election, destroy her career, and implicate the one man she trusted to protect her: her best friend's dad.
content warning: age gap relationship, cheating
KINETIC
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status: ongoing
SUMMARY: A brilliant physics student and a guarded art gallery CEO enter a transactional relationship thatâs supposed to stay strictly business. But as desire tangles with pride, theyâre forced to decide if what they have is worth risking their rules.
CW: smut, angst, jealousy, sugar daddy dynamics
pairing â sugardaddy!harry x original character
CENTRE STAGE
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status: hiatus, editing
CENTRE STAGE: THE NEXT GENERATION SERIES 30 ANNOUNCEMENT
The world's biggest singing competition is back! Centre Stage: The Next Generation returns this year for its landmark 30th series, marking three decades of iconic performances and the discovery of artists who've shaped the global music landscape.
Since its debut, Centre Stage has launched the careers of hundreds of artists across more than twenty countries, becoming a launchpad for audiences around the world. This milestone series will bring together a brand new generation of performers, with your favourite familiar faces behind the judge's desk: Vivienne Carter, Harry Styles, and Harper Quinn, all returning to guide a new wave of talent through the competition.
Centre Stage: The Next Generation, Series 30 premieres 02/05/2019 on Seneca Television and streaming worldwide on Seneca+, airing simultaneously across major territories.
pairing â famous au harry x original character
slow burn
cw: age gap relationship, fluff, angst
MURPHY'S LAW
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status: ongoing
In any field or endeavour, anything that can go wrong willâand the hospital staff agrees it always lands in Harryâs hands or on Esmeâs desk.
Aurora Rivera was not one to easily rile, save for two things she simply could not stand.
The first of the two was the relentless art of packing, a phrase she had penned for its ability to make her feel like a tortured artist.Â
And really, who could blame her?
You, too, would feel the same if your entire childhood, your most formative years, were spent moving from one place to another with no end in sight.
Besides, it wasnât the physical aspect of packing that bothered her. If anything, it appealed to her innate desire for order. There was something methodical, almost meditative, about organizing her belongings; aligning materials and fabrics into their proper place, each neatly folded piece bringing a quiet sense of accomplishment.
No, what unsettled her most was what packing signified: the careful selection of what to bring with you, and the quiet finality of what to leave behind.Â
And in her twenty-six years, Aurora had never been good at leaving things behind.
(Because, if you asked her â who, or what, could be appointed the keeper of such things? When was it determined to let go, to walk away? It seemed to her that decisions like these demanded the utmost care, yet were often made in moments of haste.)
The second was unpacking, an inevitable consequence of the former.
And at this very moment, she was in the thick of it â arms deep in a cardboard graveyard of coats and jackets past.
With the ease of someone who had done this more times than she cared to admit, Aurora surfaced; two jackets in each hand, a small cloud of dust trailing behind her. It had been two years since she last opened this box, packed away during her post-college move â when she reluctantly traded Coloradoâs crisp mountain air for New Mexicoâs dry heat, where her family had settled in recent years.
Another difficult transition.
Swallowing a sigh, Aurora focused on carefully hanging the two jackets she planned to keep, draping the others over her bed. It might have been mid-August in Vermont (especially if the humidity coming in through her open window had anything to say about it), but fall would be here soon enough. The colder seasons in this state were rumored to be unforgiving, and while she liked to be prepared, four jackets felt excessive when two would comfortably suffice.
Her brown eyes wandered to the untouched donation pile in the corner. With her lease signed for the next three years, there was more than enough time for clutter to creep in and take over. She had to stay ahead of it now, before the semester began and her packed schedule left no room to manage it later.
After a prolonged internal debate, she hung the remaining jackets beside the others in her closet. She assured herself it had nothing to do with the reluctance to let things go â no, Aurora was simply being practical. After all, her roommate should have the chance to go through them first.
And if her roommate didnât want them? Well, that would be. . . fine.Â
She would just donate them.
Probably.
The pile would be sorted out by the end of the process.
Eventually.
Speaking of said roommate, Aurora pulled out her phone to check for any updates. It was already 11:33 A.M., despite her roommateâs confident declaration last night that she would arrive âbright and earlyâ at 11:00 A.M. With no missed notifications in sight, she shook her head with a knowing smile.
Classic Char.
It appeared that some things never changed.
And sometimes, that was for the best.
Charlotte Stylesâ quirks â vastly different from her own â were comforting in their familiarity. This would be the first time Aurora lived with someone she previously knew and trusted outside of her family, making the move feel less daunting.
Their friendship stretched back four years, to the day they first met in their sorority. Aurora, then a junior, had matched as a âbigâ to Charlotte, a cheerful freshman she quickly took under her wing.Â
Despite their differences (and there were many), their bond had been seamless. Charlotte had a way of pulling Aurora out of her comfort zone and into a world of excitement, while Aurora instinctively kept Charlotte grounded when her enthusiasm threatened to run wild.Â
Over the years, Charlotte became the younger sister she never had but always wanted. Sure, her antics sometimes resembled those of Auroraâs seventeen-year-old brother â but that only made Charlotte all the more endearing.
Charlotte turned to Aurora for advice on everything â school, career, relationships.
And Aurora never turned her away.
Now, here they were â or would be, once Charlotte arrived â standing at the start of something new: Aurora embarking on a doctorate in physical therapy, and Charlotte launching into an MBA program.
It was a rare thing, she thought, to move forward while keeping an important part of your past close.
The thought was warm enough to dull the yawn creeping up her throat. Two days on the road from New Mexico to Vermont had left her, any last reserves of energy dissipating somewhere between endless highways and a restless first night in the apartment. She had planned to wait for Charlotte before venturing out for coffee, but the temptation of collapsing amid unpacked boxes was becoming harder to resist.
With a renewed determination, Aurora reached for a claw clip and twisted her curls into a messy bun. It was only a matter of time before the summer heat undid her efforts, but for now, it gave her a small sense of control. Pocketing her keys, she stepped out onto the sunlit street.
Last night, while navigating unfamiliar roads, Aurora noticed a coffee shop several blocks away from their place. Now, she retraced her steps through the picturesque streets with hopeful precision. She and Charlotte had been fortunate to secure their charming, if snug, apartment in the cityâs historic district â a find they had finalized less than a month before.Â
Since then, Aurora had dedicated herself to curating a list of places (mainly craft and antique stores) she was eager to explore. Charlotte, a Vermont native, was already acquainted with most of the places on Auroraâs list. Yet, she embraced Auroraâs enthusiasm and indulged in each suggestion as if it were a new discovery. Charlotte had even reviewed the list with genuine interest, offering practical, budget-friendly alternatives to some of the more expensive options.
Despite her occasional lack of tact, Aurora held a deep admiration for Charlotteâs kindness and natural generosity. It was a quality that had defined their friendship from the start. On their sororityâs reveal day, while other âbigsâ presented their âlittlesâ with extravagant gifts, Charlotte had been delighted by Auroraâs modest but heartfelt offerings. She was filled with apprehension at first, but her worries dissolved when Charlotteâs smile radiated with sincerity.
Lost in thought, Aurora nearly walked past the coffee shop, only stopping when its pastel sign â Cozyâs â caught her eye against the rustic street. She stepped inside, relieved to escape the oppressive heat.Â
The line moved at a leisurely pace, giving her plenty of time to peruse the foreign menu unhurriedly. The menu behind the register was a visual delight, its chalk script meandering across the board in alluring strokes. She briefly wondered if the person responsible was part of the art program at her new school.Â
Aurora appreciated the tasteful details â and even more, the reasonable prices they spelled out. Caught between the comfort of a regular brew and the indulgence of an iced latte, her indecision was interrupted by the baristaâs lively announcement.
â. . . And for just one dollar and seventy-five cents more, you can add one of todayâs bakery specials to your order: a lemon blueberry tart, or olive oil bundt cake.â
She would not pass that up. And the choice was clear, too (an olive oil bundt cake, of course). Sweet, but subtle.
The patron ahead of her wavered, the delay only noticeable when the person behind Aurora exhaled an audible sigh of impatience. How rude. A pang of sympathy stirred within her. Few sensations were as unpleasant as feeling rushed.
On impulse, she leaned forward and offered gently, âI think the olive oil bundt cake is a good choice. Itâs light and pairs well with most anything.â
The words slipped from Auroraâs lips before she had time to second-guess them, surprising even herself. She wasnât the type to strike up conversations with strangers, but something about the moment, the quiet strain in the customerâs hesitation, compelled her.
No one deserved to feel pressured, least of all in a place meant to be comforting.
They were in a coffee shop called Cozyâs, for goodness sake.
Auroraâs reverie shattered when the stranger ahead turned, his gaze locking with hers in a moment of deliberate intensity. The mere sight of him â an unexpected embodiment of poise and understated charm â stilled her breath. She absorbed every detail of his presence, and it was clear that he was doing the same.
Tall and composed, he exuded a compelling sense of command from his broad shoulders. But something else was there, too. Subtle lines etched around piercing green eyes spoke of lived experiences, yet they retained a spark of youthful intrigue. Those warm, inquisitive eyes lingered on hers longer than expected, hinting at a connection that defied explanation.
âWhatever you say,â he murmured at last, his voice low and smooth â a cascade of syllables that wrapped around her like a slow-burning ember, catching fire.
This felt intimate.
She felt exposed.
Aurora could only blink as her composure began to fade away, away. . .
Conscious of her continued gaze, she felt unanchored in his presence. She searched for something clever to say in response â something to say at all â but all logic escaped, and with it, her capacity for coherent speech.Â
And then it clicked: his hesitation wasnât due to pressure or indecision. No, he was clearly the kind of man who took his time â measured, thorough, talking you through it. . . and she really needed to stop thinking about that now.
Clearing his throat, he faced the barista again. âTwo of the olive oil bundt cakes, please,â he ordered, then flashed Aurora a breathtaking smile. âOne for me, and the other for the helpful young woman behind me.â
Between the sugar, her upcoming doctorate program, and now him â none of it could be good for her health.
A deep flush crept from Auroraâs neck to her face. It was unusual for her to react this way over a simple act of kindness, but something about him â the way he looked at her â dissolved her usual composure. She clung to it now, trying to steady herself.
âOh,â Aurora said softly, âthatâs generous, but you really donât have to ââ
He was already facing her again, extending a light blue bag with the treat nestled inside. The cool metal of his silver rings brushed against her warm palm as he handed it over.
Absolutely not good for her health.
âPlease, I insist,â he said, his smile broadening. âItâs my way of thanking you for the expert pairing advice.â
Not good, downright bad for her health.
âWell, thank you,â she replied with a nervous laugh. âAnd youâre welcome, I guess.â
As he moved back to let Aurora approach the counter, she could still feel the weight of his gaze on her. It wasnât intrusive, but rather a soft focus that seemed to draw her in. That was precisely the reason she couldnât turn around, afraid of losing herself in it again.Â
âMay I please have a medium iced latte?â she remained planted in place, resisting the urge to look back over her shoulder.
Would he still be there, waiting?
And even if he was, what would she possibly say or do?
The torrent of thoughts racing through Auroraâs head made her feel foolish. He was just a stranger â a kind one, yes â but a stranger nonetheless.
Yet, that didnât lessen the sting of disappointment when she collected her order, turned around, and found. . . no one.
Cozyâs was quieter now; the line shorter, chatter subdued. Her eyes scanned the room once, twice, hoping to see him again. She shook her head, took a sip of her latte, and let out a bitter laugh at the absurdity of it all.
It appeared that Aurora Rivera was not one to easily rile, save now for three things.
Song to listen to: Illicit Affairs (you guys have said over and over again that this song fits this series perfectly and I couldn't agree more)
note: should be read from top to bottom in order (unless noted that can be read as standalone)
Let Me Show You (6.3k words) - can be read as standalone
How your illicit affair with Mr. Styles began
Desperate (3.6k words) - can be read as standalone
A party at the Styles' house + sneaky bathroom sex
The Big Tease (7.8k words)
Some heavy teasing leads to you giving in to Mr. Styles
Not Fair (6.5k words)
Harry suggests something to you that blows up in his face *angsty*
He's Not You (7.8k words)
The aftermath of Harry's bright idea has some downfalls and he didn't expect to feel this way.
Liar (6.1k words)
Harry's wife suspects something is going on but she doesn't know what. Harry can't stay away from you and you don't want him to.
More of You (5.1k words) - can be read as standalone
Harry's at your place for a couple of days and you're enjoying having him all to yourself.
Crush (3.5k words) - can be read as standalone
A flashback: When your feelings for Mr. Styles morph from just finding him attractive to a full on crush you feel a little guilty. But then when he shows more than just a friendly interest in you at Fae's 22nd birthday party you two become close and eventually ebb on inappropriate, but you can't seem to stop.
Magic Spell (5.3k words) - can be read as standalone
A raucous Halloween party turns naughty when you and Harry find a hidden room at the Baylor mansion.
Under His Bed (4.5k words)
Harry invites you to stay at his house for the night and the following morning you both get an unexpected visitor.
Relax (4.9k words)
Fae asks you something that you aren't prepared to answer. You and Harry discuss what to do next.
Here's to Us (6.4k words)
A quick little weekend getaway is sweet and romantic. You reveal something that makes Harry do something a bit out of character.
Homewrecker (7.2k words)
The one where you and Harry finally come clean to everyone. Featuring an angry Fae, a spiteful soon-to-be ex wife, divorce terms, and lots of tears.
The Warning (4.5k words)
You and Harry are trying to heal after coming clean to everyone and Mrs. Styles comes to you with a warning.
A Little Naughty (3.3k words)
Your parents invite Harry to come with you for Christmas and you feel a little bit naughty after everyone's in bed.
Best Valentine's Day (4.2k words)
It's Valentine's Day and Harry's got something special planned.
Intuition (3.4k words)
Harry's got a surprise for you.
Must Be Nice (3.4k words)
You and Harry feel like everything's coming together perfectly. You're both getting all the things you wanted. But when you run into Fae while shopping and she notices something new about you, it bursts your little happy bubble.
The message blurb (453 words)
Fae unblocks you.
Heartburn (4k)
You and Harry have been anxious about seeing Fae at your baby shower but things go so well it leaves you both feeling relieved. Except for the small run-in with Fae's mom. Featuring: lactation smut!
Quiet Christmas Morning blurb (1.5k)
You have a lot to celebrate with Harry this Christmas.
Summary: You and Harry feel like everything's coming together perfectly. You're both getting all the things you wanted. But when you run into Fae while shopping and she notices something new about you, it bursts your little happy bubble.
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You had a feeling before it was confirmed. Harry had already started getting the small bedroom closest to the master bedroom ready; painted, new crib, little toys, a changing table. You joked with him about how it was probably bad luck to begin before youâd even taken the test but he reminded you of how your intuition told you heâd gotten you knocked up.
âBesides, if not now, then soon.â
He might have been more excited about it than you were. Which surprised you honestly. You werenât even married yet, he was freshly divorced, and his daughter was hardly speaking to him.
Sometimes you wondered if he was throwing himself at this new life, new family, to suffocate the thoughts he had about what heâd done. You hated to think that he was feeling guilt and that the only way he could get his head above water was to pretend everything was okay.
But then again, you were doing the same thing. It hurt too much to get into your head about everything. About how youâd ruined your relationship with your best friend and in turn, ruined her relationship with her father. So, there was guilt there, you just preferred to pretend things were perfectly fine.
And things were fine. Really. You got what you wanted in the end. Whether or not you deserved it was another story altogether.
So when you did finally take that test youâd been waiting for and it had two pink lines across the readout, even though you already knew it, you were still excited. Over the moon.
Harry was out of his mind. He took off two days of work to hang out with you and âcelebrateâ as he called it. Which just entailed him waiting on you hand and foot and making you realize that he was the best thing that had ever happened to you. It was hard to regret everything that had gone down when Harry treated you like a Queen.
When you told your mom, Harry was with you. He insisted on being there. He was trying not to tell her before you did so you had to just spit it out and say it. Harry pulled your mom into his arms and kissed her on the top of her head the moment you got the words out, âIâm pregnant!â
Part of you thought there would be more shame around the whole thing but Harry seemed like a child full of joy. It made you ecstatic to be carrying his baby. He was thrilled and so you would be too. It was easy to feel like things were idyllic and sweet when Harry was so thrilled. It kind of rubbed off on you.
Four months after settling in the new house and two months after finding out youâd been knocked up you and Harry had a few people over for a small party. Heâd begun on the garden and it was looking just darling so he wanted to have people over to show off the house a bit.
Harry was set up at the grill with a beer in hand while you were talking to the wife of one of his coworkers and plating sliced veggies and dip in the kitchen. Everyone but you had an alcoholic drink. You didnât know if that would be obvious or not but Harry didnât care if anyone else knew. You figured it was just a matter of time before he couldnât keep his mouth shut anyway.
Everyone invited was someone Harry knew from work. You didnât really have many friends and the ones you did, you werenât so sure about having over. Paloma was nosey and disingenuous you felt, and she was still friends with Fae so you knew sheâd be reporting back everything. Fae had been your closest friend before everything and ever since losing your job at the restaurant you lost touch with the ones you were closest with. That left you with very few people you felt you could trust other than your mother.
âI am in love with this kitchen,â Shelcin gushed before sipping her wine.
âItâs really nice. We love it here.â
The woman leaned back and peeked into the living room before stepping in closer to you, âCan I just⊠I want to say something and I hope it doesnât come off as offensive but I canât help but wonder how you two moved along this quickly. I mean I know heâs divorced now and you were with him during all that,â she paused and settled her hand on the granite counter, âBut⊠you guys must have really gotten serious quickly. For him to just move on like that.â
You tried not to let the shock show on your face. You knew people knew, mostly, but to be asked about it so directly? You hadnât been prepared.
Clearing your throat you looked Shelcin directly in the eyes, âWell, weâve been together, technically, for over a year at this point. And it wasnât an overnight thing. We know what we did was not good but we just⊠we fell in love. Wanted to be together.â
âOver a year. I didnât realize it had been that long. I knew something about Harry getting a divorce and that he met you before the divorce was final. So you twoâŠâ she raised her glass along with her eyebrows, âAgain⊠not trying to offend. Iâm just curious. You donât have to answer, but he left his wife for you? You came before any talk of divorce?â
Looking over your shoulder out the window to see Harry looking pleased as he spoke to two of the guys outside you looked back at the woman, âYes. Iâm the reason they got divorced.â
Shelcin leaned her hip into the counter and grinned, âI like you. I never met his ex, so donât worry. Iâm not taking sides. But I can see how much he loves you. That dinner we all went to last month? He couldnât stop staring at you. Itâs really sweet actually. I wish Ken looked at me like that.â
You felt like you could let your guard down suddenly. Her smile and reassurance felt nice. Youâd have to get used to answering questions about it you supposed and she hadnât been catty about it, at least.
âYeah, heâs great. I feel lucky that he loves me so much because I love him like crazy.â
âI noticed youâre not drinking. Any reason in particular?â
You laughed and shook your head, âYou are kind of nosy, arenât you?â
The laugh that belted from her chest had you laughing harder. It felt good to talk about it and laugh. To not take it so seriously.
Shelcin nodded, âI am nosy. Pardon. Itâs the Colombiana in me. If I start asking things that make you uncomfortable you can just ignore me or tell me to shut up. So⊠is that a question you want to answer?â
Biting your lip you lifted the plate of sliced veggies and motioned your head at her to follow you as you turned to step outside into the backyard. The two other women who were there with their husbands were sitting at the patio set chatting as you sat the plate down.
Turning back toward Shelcin you placed your hand on your hip and glanced at Harry before looking at her, âThere is a reason. And right now only Harry and my mother know so donât say anything.â
Her eyes widened as she leaned in and whispered in your ear, âYouâre pregnant?â
You nodded as she moved away and she raised her glass up with a nod at you before taking another sip.
âBurgers are just about done, babe! Sit down! Iâll take care of the rest,â Harry pointed at you.
You had been nervous to have people over but it turned out you had a spectacular time. Shelcin kept you laughing and her prying questions made you uncomfortable but by the end of it all, you realized you didnât need to be uncomfortable. What was done was done. Life is messy, as she kept saying. Not everyone needed to know everything but you felt like you could finally let go of some of your regrets. It felt freeing to talk about it with someone else.
Harry was with you at every appointment and as your tummy grew little by little he seemed to only get more attached to you and the baby. He called you at lunch every day while he was at work to see how you were feeling, he doted on you, made sure you were taking your vitamins and getting plenty of treats.
And he was kind of supercharged sexually as well. It was like putting a baby in you turned him into some kind of sex-obsessed fiend.
You loved that he found you so sexy. But there were days when you couldnât imagine him sticking his penis inside of you. He never made you feel guilty about it but you could tell he was pent up because any time you gave him any inkling of feeling needy he was all over you. Some weeks you wanted it all the time, others not so much. Your hormones determined how you felt but Harry was just happy to take what youâd give him.
And this week you were horny. Youâd called him the day before on his lunch break and he came home right away to take care of you. And right then, as he was working in the garden with his shirt off and his muscles gleaming from sweat, his lats looking extra strong as he bent at the waist to dig the trowel into the dirt you stepped outside with him and admired his fit body, the tattoos, his big handsâŠ
He turned to look at you over his shoulder and smiled, âHey baby. Whatâs up?â
Biting your lip you took another step closer and danced your fingers over his sweaty shoulder blades, âJust watching. Youâre working so hard. Why donât you come in for a bit? Take a break.â
Harry dropped the trowel and stood up, turned to face you, and looked you up and down, âAll right. Whatever you want. Come on, baby,â he took your hand and led you to the door. You could see it on his face that he knew what you wanted.
When he tried to take a quick shower you nearly got on your knees and begged him to just take you to bed right then and there.
You ran your hands up to his shoulders and leaned in to kiss his pecks, âDonât. I want you now.â
Harry laughed, âBaby, Iâm all sweaty and stinky.â
You inhaled and (god you were insane or something) moaned, âYou smell so good, Harry. I donât know what it is but I donât think Iâve ever been more turned on in my entire life. I want to devour you right now.â
Harry had barely gotten you into bed, your panties pulled down when you pushed him to his back and tore his shorts and underwear off his legs. You wanted him in your mouth. You were going to cry if you didnât get to taste him. The pungent, masculine scent of him had your mouth watering. Which was funny because you were finding so many scents you once loved, off-putting lately. So to be as turned on as you were by Harryâs sweat surprised you. But there was no time to think about it.
You gave him a good glob of your saliva and smoothed it over him as he tucked his hands behind his head and watched you with a smirk. But you wiped that smirk right off his face when you took him down your throat and began gagging around him. His eyes widened and he gurgled a moan as he pushed himself up just a bit to watch you.
His hands were on your face and at the back of your head as bobbed over him and drooled down his shaft. Youâd never sucked him off like that before but there was something so enticing about him right then.
âHoly fuck, Y/n⊠shitâŠâ
You gasped as you pulled off, your hand wrapped around his base, and grinned, âThis big cock, HarryâŠâ you dipped down and licked over his tip with your eyes on his, âYou use it so well. Makes me feel so good. Got me pregnant with itâŠâ you wrapped your lips over his crown and lowered again, feeling his length push into the back of your throat before you lifted off again, âDeserves all my devotion. Wanna suck it, and feel it, and have all over me, inside of me...â
You were probably delirious. Your hormones had been raging and you were having the nastiest thoughts all day about Harry. He was easy to fantasize about. Gorgeous and tall, kind and gentle⊠and then there were times when he fucked you into oblivion and you imagined all the filthy things you two had doneâŠ
Harry pulled you off of him when you started to go to town again, his words were breathy, âWhatâs gotten into you, baby? Act like youâve never seen my dick before.â
You laughed and pulled your cotton, stretchy dress over your head and then your bra with it, tits bouncing out and Harryâs eyes flitting between your breasts and your face, âIâm so horny, Harry. Itâs just my hormones,â you grinned as you straddled his lap and smoothed your palms over his chest, âAnd you are so fucking sexy and you were just out there in the garden, sweating with this big cock between your legs hidden under your shortsâŠâ you gripped his shaft and pointed the tip right at your aching entrance (yes, you were already aching) before putting your weight over it to slide yourself down his length until you were both moaning together.
Sex while pregnant wasnât that different at first, but as the months drew on and your tummy got bigger, things had to be modified. You were on top a lot and doggystyle was a go-to when you were too tired to ride him. But one of the biggest differences was how fast youâd come.
Shifting your hips back and forth you reveled in the feel of Harryâs whole cock lodged inside of you. He was so stiff and heavy, so thick⊠you would never get tired of how good he felt. But having him while you were pregnant and extra sensitive and emotional was kind of addicting.
His hands traced over your tummy and up to your tits before he reached down and planted his big palms on your ass, helping you slide forward and back. He began to thrust up, hitting that deep spot that always made you gasp, âFuck, Harry!â
Your nerve endings were sizzling with need as you rocked over him harder and he drove into you from his spot below as gently as he could manage. He wanted to pound into you until you were crying, watch your pussy spread open for him as you squeezed your eyes closed but he had to take it easy. You were carrying his baby after all.
But that drove him wild. Seeing your belly swollen and your tits grow heavy was the hottest thing heâd seen. And heâd done that to you. Made his official claim on you. Anyone who saw you together recently knew what was up. You were his girl. He was the one who got to have you.
You felt the heat of your orgasm spread and spread as your pussy slid over him and Harryâs tip nudged through your walls and squished into your deepest spot.
âFuck, you coming, baby? Does that feel good?â He panted his words as he watched you drop your head back and you whined a wet moan into the room. Harry finished you off with his knees bent and his feet planted flat on the mattress as he rutted up into you, plunging in to let you feel all of him as you pulsed around his cock.
Harry watched your pretty tits bounce as he fucked into you and then felt his release course through his balls, up into his length, and pump inside of you in heavy, hot throbs.
When oxygen had returned to your lungs you looked down at his face. His half-lidded eyes, heaving chest, and parted lips with borders edged upward in a satisfied grin â handsome and all yours.
.                .                .
âI think this one is better. I like the strawberry more. Or should we just get both?â Harry asked as he held up the jar of preserves. You were both standing in an aisle at Target doing a little shopping.
You shrugged, âWhichever one is fine. We donât need both, though. I like raspberry and strawberry. Get the strawberry if you like that one better.â
Harry pursed his lips and looked down at both jars, âOkay. Strawberry it is.â
âDad? Y/n?â
You and Harry turned toward the familiar voice. You almost couldnât believe you were looking directly at Fae at that moment. But she wasnât looking at your face. She was staring at your obviously pregnant tummy with her mouth dropped open and wide eyes as she approached you both.
âHi, Fae. How are you doing, honey,â Harry glanced at you and then looked at his daughter. It was clear that sheâd made a shocking discovery based on the look on her face.
âIs this for real?â Finally, Faeâs eyes landed on yours before she looked at her dad.
âThat sheâs pregnant?â Harry replied. You were too stunned to speak as you grasped onto Harryâs arm and watched your ex-best friend scrutinize the scene.
âI- I canât believe youâre pregnant. This isâŠâ Fae turned to look behind herself and then back at you and then Harry, âHow far along?â
Harry looked down at you and then at his daughter, âAbout five months.â
âAnd when were you going to tell me?â
You blinked your eyes and placed one of your hands on your tummy.
âWell, I guess we just havenât really told all that many people yet,â Harry spoke softly.
âAll that many people⊠Okay. So your daughter doesnât get like first notice. Got it. Makes sense.â She paused as she shook her head and then tilted her head, eyes on you, âAre you gonna say anything at all?â
Swallowing the bile down your throat you squeezed Harryâs arm, âUm, itâs nice to see you, Fae.â
âItâs nice to see me? Â Is it really, Y/n? Because Iâm not getting that vibe from either of you. Itâs almost like you hoped Iâd never know about this.â
âNo. I- actually Iâm happy to see you. Iâve missed you. It was just a surprise to see you.â
âSame. Quite surprised to see you both and to see you pregnant,â Fae looked at her dad, âDoes mom know?â
Harry shook his head, âNo. Like I said, not many know yet.â
She nodded, âHeard about the new house too. Youâre both just living that sweet life, not a care in the world, yeah? Must be nice.â
âHey, thatâs not fair. I know youâre upset about everything and thereâs a lot to get through here but we are happy together. Iâm sorryââ
Fae put her hand up, âI know youâre sorry, Dad. I donât need to hear the spiel again. You two are happy and in love, and now youâre having a baby. How wonderful. Congrats,â she turned around and began to walk away.
âFae. Come on! Donât just leave like this,â Harry called after her but she didnât stop until she was out of sight of both of you.
And just like that, the little happy, peaceful bubble you and Harry had crafted was burst. The reality wasnât as sweet as youâd been pretending it was. Fae was hurt and youâd done that to her. The anger she had toward you was warranted. You still hoped that maybe one day sheâd forgive you but the reminder of what youâd done to get where you were in that moment was heavy over you.
You couldnât avoid reality forever.
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best friend's dad!harry x reader - forbidden relationship au
Summary: based loosely on this request - Harry comes to your place to make sure you're taking care of yourself and you find that as hard as you try to tease him, he's not giving in to you and then some high emotions are exposed.
Word Count: 7.8k words
Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, angst, age gap, cheating
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You tried not to feel guilty about what you were doing with a married man. Your best friendâs dad. It was hard when it came to keeping it a secret from everyone. Keeping it a secret from Fae.
âWhereâd you get this?â Fae brushed her fingers over the pretty little bracelet Mr. Styles gave you a few nights before. It was gold with three round light-colored opals in the center and two round-cut tiny diamonds on either side. It was dainty and sweet and you knew it was expensive after googling the brand and finding the exact item available online and in high-end shops nearby.
âAhh⊠my mom and dad got it for me a while ago. Just havenât worn it in a long time. Forgot it about,â you lied with a shrug. Lying to her made you nauseous.
âReally? How could you forget about this? Itâs gorgeous! Looks really pretty on you too,â she complimented and you frowned as you looked down at it.
You hated lying to your best friend. But what could you do? You certainly wouldnât admit to your affair with her father. And of course, you werenât quite feeling guilty enough to put an end to it either. Mr. Styles was the best youâd ever had and you were completely smitten with him.
When you two finally made it back to your apartment after shopping and eating and stopping at the ice cream shop for a treat youâd also forgotten all the lovely flowers you had sitting around your living room and kitchen.
It had also become a thing where youâd get the most exquisite bouquets delivered to you every Monday morning. Peonies, roses, phalaenopsis orchids, and gardenias all stuffed with hardly any filler. You knew the bouquets he was sending you were hundreds of dollars a pop. But they were breathtaking.
You quickly assessed in your mind whether or not youâd removed the cards from them which would have given everything away should Fae see. Unlocking your door and letting yourself in first you quickly glanced around and the freshest bouquet clearly still had its card poking out of it. You made a beeline across the room as Fae closed your door behind her and plucked the tiny card out, crumpling it in your hand, and then bent down next to the table to pretend you were doing something else.
âThose are so pretty, Y/n. Oh my god. Do you have a flower service or something?â
You had three bouquets placed around your living room. One was clearly old and some of the flowers were drooping, losing their vibrant colors, while the newer ones were full of soft pinks and purples, crisp white and creamâŠ
âYes. I decided to start treating myself to nice flowers every week.â You smiled. Another lie. You couldnât afford a weekly delivery of these kinds of flowers and if Fae bothered to research how expensive bouquets like this were sheâd have questioned you further. But luckily she didnât.
The bracelet, the flowers, your glow⊠all things she noticed, could have been an indicator of a lover but as far as you could tell she hadnât connected the dots. Or at least she didnât voice it to you.
Of course, everything could be explained. But she was your best friend. If you werenât more vigilant, sheâd be catching on soon, you were sure.
.          .          .
The following day after a morning shift at the restaurant you arrived home and collapsed on your couch. It was exhausting. The restaurant was only open for breakfast and brunch on the weekend (where normally itâs only a dinner spot the rest of the week) and it was slammed. Mimosas, eggs benedict, fancy French tarts, and pastries, huge parties of people, music, guests nursing hangovers⊠The restaurant was well known for its weekend breakfast and brunch with bottomless mimosas and Bloody Marys. The clientele were usually upper-class folks who didnât mind spending $35 for their mimosa and then only ordering 2 when they could have had as many as they wanted. A local creamery provided butter, yogurt, and milk for your special breakfast dishes, and a bowl of fancy yogurt and some in-house granola was $15. The cheapest food item on the breakfast menu. The cheapest item on the menu was a cup of black coffee, refillable. Unless you ordered the free tap water.
You got lucky to eat anything while you served breakfast. It was typically too busy to take a bite of anything. But the tips were excellent because everyone was usually in a great mood.
You were startled awake by your phone vibrating in your back pocket. Youâd fallen asleep without even realizing youâd closed your eyes.
Pulling the phone out from under your body you realized it was Harry calling you (he normally didnât call unless it was prearranged).
âHello?â You sat up as you answered.
âBaby! I was worried. Are you okay? I didnât hear back from you.â
Harry had a thing where he wanted you to text him when you got home from work to let him know you made it safely, even if it was a morning shift. He was always so worried about you but you kind of loved it.
âIâm fine. Sorry! I fell asleep as soon as I sat down on the couch. God, Iâm so exhausted. Fae was here late last night and then I had the breakfast shift so I only had like four hours of sleepâŠâ
âHey, itâs okay. I was just worried. I texted you and then never heard back. Just started to panic. Have you eaten?â
You smiled and his soft deep voice made you feel so comfortable and safe, âI havenât eaten yet. I had a bit at work but just passed out as soon as I got here.â
âSo youâve only had something to eat at work? Itâs already dinnertime, Y/n.â
Harry did have a tendency to sort of scold you like he was your dad. Maybe it was ingrained in him in some ways. To try and take care of you and remind you to do things like eat.
âGeez, Dad. Iâll get right on it,â you teased.
Harry was silent for a moment, which had you worried. Perhaps calling him âdadâ had been unwise.
But then suddenly his voice broke through the line, âIâm coming over. I have a feeling you donât have any groceries and Iâm gonna make you dinner. Something to eat.â
You scoffed, âI mean⊠I have food here. I will eat. You donât haveââ
âIâll be there within an hour,â he interrupted and you nodded to yourself.
âO⊠Okay. Um⊠yeah. In an hour.â
.          .          .
You quickly showered and tossed your dirty clothes into your clothes hamper so they werenât strewn about your bedroom floor. You tidied up and kept yourself busy until he finally arrived. You were getting all worked up knowing he was coming over.
You didnât know what he had been telling Mrs. Styles about why he was leaving or when heâd stay with you overnight, or spend hours in your bed every week. Though there were times he could only come over quickly, most of the time he stayed with you long enough that heâd need a good cover story. You kind of hoped you could have him for the night.
When he knocked at your door and you opened it up for him you saw he had his hands full. One arm around a sack of groceries and in his other hand the bag he normally packed for when he was staying the night.
You smiled when you saw his handsome face and ushered him into your small apartment. He leaned in to kiss you quickly, âJust showered?â He asked.
âWell yeah,â you spoke as you closed the door and followed behind him to your kitchen, âI didnât have the chance earlier because I fell asleep as you know,â you laughed.
âMmhmmâŠâ he grunted affirmatively as he began to remove the grocery items from the bag one by one.
You saw tomatoes, fresh basil, flour, mushrooms, cheeseâŠ
âWhat are you making?â You picked up the container of buffalo mozzarella and then looked at Harry.
âMargherita pizza. One of my favorite little recipes my mom used to make.â
You placed the container down, pulled his arm to drag him toward you, and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him.
He immediately paused what he was doing and wrapped his arms around you, deepening the kiss and then giving you a taste of his tongue.
But then he pulled away with his signature teasing smirk and went back to his task.
âYou brought your bag. Gonna stay the night with me?â
He nodded as he folded the paper bag up neatly and then looked at you, âIf thatâs okay. Have to leave early, though.â
If thatâs okay.
You laughed to yourself and nodded, âOf course, itâs okay, Harry. God, what I wouldnât give to have you with me everyââ You stopped what you saying when you realized how suddenly serious that thought was. You did want him every night. You wanted him to yourself but you hadnât discussed that with him before.
Harry placed the neatly folded paper bag down on your little counter and then pulled you back toward him with his hands on your hips, âYeah? EveryâŠ? What? Every night? Want me every night, baby?â That same sneaky, devious smirk on his face had you melting and warm.
âI just meant, youâre always welcome,â you slid your hands up his chest and bit your lip. You were a little embarrassed that you admitted that but it was obviously too late now.
âIâm always welcome or you want me every night? Which is it?â He gripped you harder so you couldnât escape his questions, his gaze.
You puffed a breath out through your lips with a laugh, âBoth.â
He loosened his grip and brought a hand to your face, his eyes fixed to yours, âBoth. Iâd much prefer to be here with you every night too. Would if I could.â The thumb that trailed over your cheekbone and to your temple was soft and loving. You knew he meant what he said.
Harryâs pizza was superb. Your oven wasnât quite right, he kept saying as he baked it but to you, it was the best thing that had ever come out of that cheap appliance.
âUsually like to make this in a brick oven. The one Iâve got in my backyard, but this will do in a pinch I suppose.â
Your mouth was full as you nodded, âSo good.â
Harry laughed at your stuffed cheeks and the way you were gobbling down what heâd made.
âArenât you going to eat more?â You asked him finally when youâd swallowed your bite. Heâd only had one slice.
âAlready had dinner. But I wanted to feed you. Make sure youâre taking care of yourself.â
For some reason with a tummy full of Harryâs pizza and the kind gesture of his cooking to help take care of you had you reeling and needing more than just food.
Of course, it would have been impolite to just abandon cleanup but you were suddenly aware of how his sleeves were pushed up his forearms and how his dimples were extra deep accompanying his attractive smile. And his hair looked too tidy, you needed to get your hands in it. Needed to get him out of his clothes. Get those long fingers around your neck and touching your body immediately.
You set your plate down on the small kitchen table you were both sitting at and slid your hand up his thigh, âOh is that why you came over here? The only reason?â You grinned and he leaned back into his chair and looked at you, keeping his own grin in check.
âNeed to make sure my girl is healthy. Has everything she needs.â
âYeah? And sometimes I need more than just food too, Mr. Styles.â
Harry crossed his arms over his chest and spread his legs slightly as you continued moving your hand upward, âOh I know, sweet girl. You need a lot of things, donât you?â
You nodded, âWhat about you? Do you need things too? From me? Anything I can help you with?â
Now his grin was breaking out over his face but it was cheeky, playful, âOf course I do.â
But he wasnât giving in to your little game. He liked having you be the one to ask for it. You didnât know why but he loved hearing you beg him. You always resisted begging. At first anyway. Sometimes heâd give in without you needing to.
âAnd what do you need from me?â You stopped short of putting your fingers over where you knew he was tucked under his pants. The obvious natural bulge he sported giving away where he normally liked to position himself.
âWhatever youâre willing to give me, love. But Iâm here because you needed to eat first and foremost. And you needed some groceries.â
You laughed and skipped over his lovely cock and put your hand up to his chest, scooting your chair in a little closer, âIâll give you anything you want, sir. All you have to do is ask.â
Harry smiled and licked his lips slowly, âIâm as content as I can be here with you right now. Could sit here all night listening to you talk. Sâthat what you want? Want to touch my chest,â he flitted his eyes down to where your hand was before looking back into your eyes, âand my thighs, and chat all night about my pizza making skills and your lack of healthy food?â
You folded your lips into your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. He was playing a game of chicken with you. You really wanted to win this time.
âWell, that does sound really nice. Youâve filled me up so good with your yummy pizza. Guess I donât need anything more than stimulating conversation with you if thatâs all youâre interested in.â
Harry swallowed and breathed a laugh out of his nose, âFine. Pizza and conversation it is.â
You wanted to huff in frustration. He still had his arms crossed over his chest, just under where your fingers were toying with the buttons on his shirt. He wasnât giving in. But you had a thought.
âIâll be right back.â
You hopped up from the chair and pranced to your bedroom. If he wanted to tease so would you. Stripping off your sweats you dug out your thin white Hey Lover t-shirt and tied it up just under the center of your breasts, and black cheeky boy short panties. Youâd pretend you were only getting comfy since it was already late in the evening. Heâd know what you were up to but you could play it off like you just wanted to get into your comfy house clothes.
When you got back to the kitchen Harry was already cleaning up.
âHey, letâs do that later. Wanna sit and talk a bit.â
Harry tsked you, his back still turned as he wrapped up the rest of the pizza in foil, âI worked hard on this. Donât want it to go bad. You can go sitââ when he finally turned his full gaze back to you he stopped mid-sentence. You saw his jaw clench and his nostrils flair.
Not fair. That was not fair of you.
You knew your top especially was going to drive him mad. It was thin and your nipples were poking through the material and he could certainly see the shadow of the deeper color of your areolas popping through.
And he did. You noted where his eyes roamed, pausing over your tits for a good few seconds before licking his lips and turning back around to finish his job.
âGo sit.â He said without a single note of sweetness or desire.
You smiled to yourself as you walked into the living room and sat on your couch. Putting on a little music you selected a good little playlist that you knew heâd like.
Trying to act as unbothered as you possibly could you found a comfortable position on the couch and leaned into your cushions as you waited for Mr. Styles to join you.
It wasnât long before he was casually strolling into the living room and sitting on the couch, leaving a few feet between you two. He draped an ankle over his knee and sat back, looking totally cool and unbothered.
You stretched and gathered your hair into your hands to expose your neck as you spoke, âSo, how was your day today, Mr. Styles? You already know all about mine.â
Harry nodded slowly as he looked at you, keeping his eyes on your face, âNormal. Woke up and worked out, read an article, and played some golf with a colleague. Thatâs it really. Now here I am feeding you and entertaining you with conversation,â he grinned and you saw his eyes quickly take in your neck.
You smiled and sighed, âSounds nice. Iâve played golf a few times. Iâm terrible at it, though. Once a guy who took me tried to straighten out my stance but it did no good. No matter how many times he helped me adjust my grip or pushed my legs to spread them out properly it just didnât work,â you chuckled. It was true. Youâd gone with a guy a couple of years back on a date. He was flirting with you when he tried showing you the proper way to stand and hold the club but it turned into making out in the golf cart and a quick fuck in his car before he dropped you at home.
âSâthat so? He probably wasnât a good player either if he couldnât give you any tips to help you improve your game.â
You shrugged, âI donât know. I think he was more interested in getting my clothes off than anything,â you kept your eyes on his to asses but there was nothing there that indicated jealousy.
You had to amp it up. Do something to make him lose it. Wanted to watch him thicken up in his pants.
Dropping your hair you tucked your legs under yourself and turned to face Harry. You knew he was trying his hardest not to let his eyes drop below your neck. He knew heâd be fucked if he took in the way the soft cotton stretched over your breasts.
âAnyway. Are you any good?â You allowed your own eyes to take him in fully. His composure was sure to falter at some point.
âYeah. Iâm all right. I can hold my own.â
His short answer was not exactly what you were hoping for but you didnât let it deter you. For some reason, his standoffish behavior was getting you even more worked up.
âBet you can hold your own. Youâre just so naturally good at everything you do,â you moved your finger over your tummy, keeping your eyes on his, âI know first-hand.â
Harry raised his brows and the movement of your hand over your torso and then down toward the top of your panties had him dropping his sight to where you were softly ghosting your fingers along the elastic band. You tugged at the knot on your shirt before moving your hand back up toward your chest, your thumb pressed between your thin cotton t-shirt-covered tits.
He watched your fingers and then looked back up at you, âDo you? And what do you know of my skills?â He smiled softly. Still appearing totally unbothered.
You sighed and tilted your head, keeping your eyes on his before stretching your arms over your head and allowing your shirt to lift the tiniest bit, revealing the bottom of your breasts. You only put your arms down once you were satisfied that Mr. Styles had gotten a good look, âWell, for example, you just made me a pizza that was to die for. Also, you recently got promoted at work and now youâre some big shot,â you unfolded a leg from underneath your bum and stretched it out, pressing your bare foot onto Harryâs thigh, âAnd Iâve seen you work out,â you nudged his muscled thigh, âYou put men half your age to shame. Youâre so athleticâŠâ you began to pull your foot away but Harry gripped your ankle and pulled your leg to drape over his thigh making you smile in triumph. Though youâd not yet won this round, he was clearly giving in to you bit by bit.
âHmmmâŠâ Harry nodded and hummed quietly. He kept his hand on your shin and his eyes a safe distance from anything below your chin, âI know Iâm good at a lot of things. Can make you dribble all over your chin by just pulling my pants down,â he licked his lips, âFeel like thatâs a great skill of mine. What elseâŠâ his hand began to brush over your leg softly and you scoffed at him but of course, he was right. You both knew it. He made you drool and whiney and hot. He didnât even have to do anything.
âThat was one time. And you had your fingers in my mouth. It wasnât because of your cock,â you lied. Well, his fingers in your mouth did have you drool down your chin and when he pulled his pants down, he teasingly pointed out how your chin was shiny and youâd dripped saliva down your neck and to your chest.
âNo? Hmmm⊠but you were so desperate to get it in your mouth that you tried grabbing me and when I told you to be patient you whined and drooled all over the floor. You can pretend all you want, little girl. I see what youâre trying to do.â
You watched as his hand traveled up your leg and past your knee to your thigh, âWearing this little getup⊠trying to seduce me. So desperate for me. But youâre gonna have to try a lot harder than this, Y/n. You can lie to yourself and pretend you're not bothered and change the subject and show me your pretty tits all you want. Sânot gonna change the fact that youâre gonna wind up a messy little puddle begging me for anything Iâll give you. Isnât that right?â
Your mouth dropped open in faux shock. He was right. But you werenât ready to give up yet.
âWhatever you say, Mr. Styles. I know you like having your ego stroked. So go ahead and keep telling yourself that youâve got the upper hand. We both know youâre already folding. I can sit here all night and chat with you like this if you want. Doesnât bother me one bit.â You folded your arms across your chest with a grin.
Harry laughed quietly and shook his head. You were fun. He loved these moments with you. Loved giving you a hard time. Loved when you gave him a hard time. He softly pinched the inside of your thigh and you laughed, attempting to pull your leg away but he held you in place, large palms keeping your leg over him, fingers digging into your skin.
âDarling, you forget who youâre dealing with. Iâm not the one resorting to skimpy clothes and trying to hide how turned-on I am. I see you trying to keep your legs pressed together. Hiding something,â he jutted his chin toward you and looked over the spot between your legs where he knew your panties covered up a tiny secret.
You wore black panties on purpose. Any wetness would be easier to hide, but keeping your legs pressed together could ensure he didnât see the wet patch that had begun to spread. However, the way he was holding your leg over his lap made it quite difficult for you to not open your thighs a little.
âYou just love to imagine that youâve got me all bothered. But youâre wrong. Iâm totally fine.â
Harry smiled and pulled at your leg further, causing a small yelp to slip out from your mouth followed by a tiny bit of laughter at the way you lost balance when you were pulled toward him, your other leg being tugged at to drape over his thigh.
âGood. Then we can just sit here and talk about the weather and maybe politics if youâre into that. Or is there another topic you had in mind since youâre so keen on just sitting chatting all night?â
You steadied yourself, back against the cushion as you pressed your legs together again and looked up at him innocently, âRandy called me the other day. Said he missed me. Apologized for being rude when we were together. That was nice to hear. The apology,â you wiggled your hips to fix your seating so you could appear more casual, despite having your legs in Harryâs possession over his lap.
Harryâs large palms ran up the outer sides of your thighs slowly before dragging back down to just above your knees, keeping his eyes on yours, âOh really? Thinking about getting back with him then?â He spoke trying to tamper the playful smile on his face.
You snorted a laugh and grinned teasingly, drawing your fingers across your breasts, âNahh⊠I can do better. I mean⊠maybe if Iâm desperate and just need to scratch an itch. You know? Being a single girl gets hard at times. My dildo is only gonna give me a small taste of what a man can. Even if heâs not great in bed.â
Biting the inside of his cheek he nodded with dark eyes, âWould be such a shame to waste a good fuck on Rudy like that when youâve got me at the helm. Of course, you're too stubborn to admit it. All you have to do is ask.â
 You sighed and dropped your hands to your lap with a pout, âRandy. His name is Randy. But anyway⊠I donât have to beg Randy to fuck me. Heâs never pretended he was unbothered by me. Always quite straightforward really. If he wanted sex all he had to do was tell me. You on the other hand,â you poked your finger into his arm, âlike making it hard for me, which is quite impolite. So Iâm okay with not having sex if you just arenât up for it.â
Harry pushed a laugh out through his nose at your tease, âRudy sounds like a fucking bore. And he never gave you an orgasm. Either you have really bad taste or youâre just a tease. I have a feeling I know which it is, too. Little girl likes to play games. I can play games if you want. But you know Iâm gonna win.â
You knew he was right. You wanted his cock but he wasnât budging. All you had to do was admit it. Ask him politely. And you would when you couldnât handle it any longer but you were having fun and the back and forth was like foreplay for you.
He kept one hand grasped around the outside of your thigh while his other smoothed inward, fingers pushing your thighs apart the tiniest bit and then gently dancing upward. If he moved his fingers too far up heâd feel how damp you were already.
âIâm not playing games,â you spoke matter-of-factly, watching as his hand traveled over your skin, âI can just tell maybe youâre tired Perhaps youâve had a long day and itâs almost bedtime for you. I mean I get it,â you laughed in preparation for what you were about to say, âWhen you get to be your age things just slow down a little. Itâs okay if youâre not up for it tonight, sir.â
Harry pulled his lips into his mouth and closed his eyes as he laughed at your attempt to provoke him.
When he looked back at you his expression was serious as he pried your legs apart, swiping the pad of his pointer finger right over the wet material of your panties and raised his brows as if he was shocked. Though you knew he was goading you, âYou know goddamn well that my age has nothing to do with my libido. Difference between me and you is that I have incredible willpower and I know that youâre gonna be begging me to stuff your pussy before the night is over.â
You laughed and shook your head, âNope.â
Harry pressed his thumb right over where your clit was already aching and grinned, âYep.â Popping the p for emphasis. âSee Iâve already got you soaking your panties. Goosebumps on your legs. Your nipples are hard. Your face is warm. I bet your heart is pounding too, just wishing you were getting the life fucked out of you right now. And you could be,â he spoke lowly as he slid a finger under the fabric of your panties and smoothed it over your skin, but not touching your crease or your clit like you hoped, âIf you just admit it.â
You noticed that his cock had plumped under his pants. A good sign, you figured, âNothing to admit. I might be turned on but I can hold out. In fact, Iâd bet youâre not in much better shape with your cock swelling up like it is. You need this wet pussy to soothe that big dick, donât you?â
Harryâs undisturbed body language was a concern because even though his prick was growing harder by the minute, you were starting to boil while he still seemed unphased.
âOh, honeyâŠâ Harry smiled at you like you were a pitiful thing, âIâm doing just fine. In fact, probably just gonna fuck my own fist before we go to bed since youâre so stubborn. Maybe Iâll let you watch me too. Iâll be just fine. Just love being here with you. We donât always have to have sex.â
You clenched your jaw and huffed imagining that scene. Having Harry yank his cock with his big hand until he was coming on your floor. Youâd want to lick it up off the floor too. Scoop it all up and swallow it down. He had you obsessed with his come. Well, with him in general.
You tried to think of something to say but your brain was stuck on the image of him slowly stroking his fat cock and saying filthy shit to you while you tried to hold it together and not give in to your own urges.
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â Harry lifted a hand to your face and brushed his thumb along your jaw and up over your cheek, âNeed to tell me something?â
Your lips parted and you breathed out a small whimper and squished your eyes closed. Your determination was crumbling with his soft touches.
âSâokay. If you donât mind,â Harry pushed your legs off of him and quickly began to unbutton his pants, âSâgetting tight in thereâŠâ he pulled his pants down just a touch so that the bulge under his briefs was now poking out and he had a bit more space to breathe.
He pressed over his erection and straightened himself out and suddenly the tip of his cock was peeking out over the band of Calvin Kleins. You closed your eyes again and tried to will yourself to not give in to him. But what was fair was fair. You were teasing him with your body and now he was returning the favor.
When you heard Harry chuckle you opened your eyes to look at him and your head was fuzzy. He was literally mouth-watering. Heâd unbuttoned his shirt so you could see his tattoos and the large erection poking out from his briefs was like an actual cherry on top of it all. You licked your lips and swallowed down your saliva as you stared at his swollen head. It looked like something you could just pop into your mouth and suckle on if you werenât so stubborn.
But Harry loved how stubborn you were. You really did make him work for it. You were exciting and sweet and he loved the way you teased him.
âIf you want some you can have some, sweetheart. I know youâd like a taste. Sâright there for you if you just ask politely.â
You groaned and looked away from him but your eyes were burning and all you could think about was straddling his lap and pushing his briefs down so you could fuck yourself on him. You were actually vibrating and pulsing you were so turned on.
And when you thought about it all⊠how this was all just a game anyway. How you both knew youâd end up with his come dribbling out of your cunt and satisfied and fucked out before you went to bed you laughed, âFuck itâŠâ you said as you crawled yourself over his lap and Harryâs hands found your hips, âI want you. Okay? You win.â
He had a pleased smile on his face when he felt you press your soaked panties over his briefs and plaster your lips over his in finality.
He would have laughed and teased you for giving in but he was thankful you did. Because he was aching for you.
You were desperate too. You pulled away from the kiss and put your hands down to his briefs and pushed at the material before sliding the crotch of your panties to the side and letting your wet hole kiss his tip softly as you looked into his eyes, âCan I please have it?â
Harryâs smirk fell from his face the moment you began to lower yourself, coating him in your slick arousal, âYes. Take what you want. FuckâŠâ
The music was soft and you could barely hear the lyrics as you began to work yourself down and up along his length. You moaned as you felt him poke deep and keened, sucking in a sharp breath, âSo thickâŠâ you panted.
You were wetting Harryâs briefs and the tops of his pants but he didnât care in that moment. Heâd take care of the issue after you were done, âYeah? Needed to stuff yourself with my cock didnât you darling? Feels good?â
You nodded and held onto the back of the couch as Harry moved his hands from your hips up to the bottom hem of your top and pushed the material up so he could finally look at your pretty breasts. His favorite. He leaned in and suckled your tit into your mouth and you gasped softly.
You began to ride him a little faster, sticky slick noises coming from between your bodies as you writhed up and down his cock.
âHarry!â You shouted his name in a desperate plea. You didnât know what you were pleading for but you just wanted more. His tongue and lips and teeth on your tits and his heavy, hard dick inside of you were really all a girl could ask for.
Harry moaned and licked over the spot he nipped next to your nipple and moved his lips over your soft flesh as he spoke, âPoor thing⊠so needy for me. Should have just given in the first time I told you to, baby.â
The couch under you squeaked gently as you rose and fell over him. The relief of having him inside of you had you tearing up.
Harry tilted his head back to look at your face. And just as he expected you were completely insatiable. Your expression was hungry and lusty with your lips parted, a pained look across your features.
Harry cooed at you and slid his hands up from your soft breasts to cup your face and make you kiss him. Your mouths moved together slowly as you shifted over him, slowing down a little now that your mouths were connected.
Harry pulled away, keeping his hands at your face, âSlow down a little bit. HereâŠâ he dropped one hand to your hip and stilled you, pushing you down all the way over his shaft until you were firmly seated in his lap and his tip was stuffed so far inside of you it hurt making you whine and quiver.
âLike that. Just sit and feel me. No need to hurry. Gonna always take care of you. Okay?â His lips pressed over yours again and you moaned into his mouth.
You acted as if you were starved. You canted your hips slightly to glide your clit against his pelvic bone and he gasped and pulled away again, âI know you need it, baby. Just slow down. You were so desperate werenât you?â He thumbed at your cheek and wiped your tears with a grin, âAlways my good girl. Arenât you?â
You bit your lips and whimpered as you nodded. You felt like a pathetic girl. It was like the moment his cock was inside of you all your good sense flew out the window and you were a melty, needy puppy in despair, deprived of attention and love. You needed more and more and more every time he entered you. It only got worse as the months crawled on and your affair got more serious.
âI wanna be your only good girl. PleaseâŠâ You slid your shaky fingers into his hair and smoothed your lips over his with a tremulous breath.
Harry rocked upward, dipping into your sensitive insides and you gasped again, parting your lips from his.
âLook at me, Y/nâŠâ Harry spoke as he moved a hand to the back of your neck.
You locked eyes with him and your sad little pout had him leaning in to give you a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth before he looked back into your eyes, âYouâre my good girl. No one else. Just you, baby. Understood?â
You nodded and sniffled, âBut Iâm not,â You jutted your bottom lip out like a child and felt ridiculous. You didnât know what had you so emotional suddenly. Maybe it was the build-up and all the teasing. Or the way you always gave in to him and he was so cool and secure in himself while you were shaky and desperate.
Harry moved a hand down your back and kept his other hand brushing softly over your cheekbone, âYes you are. Youâre mine. Youâre my only.â
You didnât want to say it. Hated to bring it up but you couldnât help it or you thought youâd explode if you didnât tell the truth, âBut youâre married. I might be yours but youâre not mine.â
He hadnât quite expected it. You knew the situation. He couldnât just leave his wife of 20+ years. It didnât work that way. But to hear you say it was⊠well it gave him pause.
âOkay. I am married. But Iâm here with you right now, Y/n. Because Iâd rather be here with you. Wish I could be here every night. And I would if I could.â
You nodded. You knew heâd prefer to fuck you rather than his wife. That part was understood. But heâd never actually choose you over her when it came down to it. âI know. Iâm sorry for bringing it up. I just⊠Iâm starting toâŠâ You swallowed the words your heart wanted to reveal but you stopped, âJust want to see you more I think. Once a week or every other week isnât good for me. Need you more. I think thatâll make me better. Iâm sorry⊠I donât know ââ
Harry shushed you and stroked your back softly, âI want to see you more too, baby. Should we think of a way to make it twice or three times a week even? Will that make it better?â
You smiled and nodded, âThree times a week? Oh my godâŠâ You kissed him and squealed at the idea of having him three times a week.
Harry laughed and nodded, âIf it makes you happy. Didnât know you needed more, honey. Didnât want to make you sick of me.â
You laughed in return and shook your head, âI could never be sick of you, Harry. IâmâŠâ You stopped yourself once again. The words on the tip of your tongue but that wouldnât be fair. To you nor to him. âIâm happy you want that too.â
Harryâs fingers on your face felt soft and comforting, âOf course I want that. I want you happy. And that would make me happier too.â
You felt dizzy with love and excitement as you pasted your lips to his and began to rock your hips slowly again.
You knew you were selfish. Knew you were getting in too deep but you didnât care. Maybe down the road one day it would hurt but for now, you would be happy with anything he gave you.
Suddenly Harry shifted and brought his arm to cradle you close as he laid you down flat on the couch, his thick cock still inside of you. But now he was hovering over you with a dark smile on his face, âI need to fuck you like youâre mine. Show you I mean it,â he said as he pulled your legs up, calves pressed over his shoulders, and began to roll his hips into you. The springs in the couch cushions danced under your back and creaked as he picked up the pace.
You coughed out a moan and squished your exposed tits together. You still had on your shirt, tugged up above your tits, and your underwear, and Harry still had his clothes on, while his shirt was unbuttoned and his pants were down past his bottom. You were both the picture of neediness, not even bothering to take the time to undress fully.
Harry held onto the back of your thighs as he plunged in and pulled back to his tip, before plowing his cock into the hilt again. Every time his hips met the back of your thighs the sticky sound of your arousal on his cock was unmistakable.
He swatted at your thigh when you began to slip from his hold, your leg wobbling free from his shoulder, âStay put. Keep your legs up,â he grunted.
You gasped and nodded, âYes, sirâŠâ
Every dip of himself into you felt divine. His cock pushing into your insides and slipping into your guts repeatedly was noisy and delicious.
Harry moaned, unable to hold back how good it felt to be inside of you.
You looked up at him and saw how gone he was. His soft raspberry lips were parted and his eyes were dark as he gasped and panted. His thrusts were becoming harder and sloppier and he was breathing hard. You wanted his come.
âNeed it, Harry. Give it to meâŠâ you whispered as you brought a hand up to his jaw and he kept his eyes on you. He was shaking with desire you could feel it.
âFuck, honeyâŠâ he groaned and clenched his jaw. He wanted to make you come first but his own emotions were getting him keyed up and he was already leaking a steady stream of pre-come into your pussy with each stroke.
He stopped his motions and sucked in a sharp breath as he lowered a hand to your clit, âNeed you to come first, okay? Then Iâm gonna fill your pussy like you need, baby.â
With his thumb on your clit you cooed in ecstasy. You had no idea what you were saying as you felt electricity begin to thrum through your body, winding its way around your ribs and down your spine, and into your tummy where sparks began to turn to fire as he began thrusting into you again.
âWant you to fuck your come deep into my womb. Breed my pussy, sirâŠâ You moaned your words unable to stop it.
Harry grunted and he popped his eyes open to look down at you in shock. He knew you were on birth control and knew it was highly improbable but still, your words had him reeling and feeding his breeding kink, something that had been dormant for many years. You tended to awaken old feelings he once relished in.
And he wasnât sure if he actually want to get you knocked up but just hearing that fed into something deep and instinctual that had been pushed down. Something primal. You had unleashed a tsunami of emotions and now this?
He began to hammer into you and your legs fell from his shoulders as he fucked himself down into you so hard you saw stars and you gurgled as you came around him, unable to voice your dirty thoughts as your pussy pulsed and squeezed around him.
âFuck!â Harry barked loudly when he felt you come and he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy that youâd tapped into, âGonna knock you up. Fuck you til your all bred and full with my cock and my babies. That what you want? Stuffed full of me in every fucking way?â
Harry throbbed as he finally poured into you, pushing his cock into you as deep as he could manage, balls tucked up against your bum as he whimpered with each tight roll of his hips upward. Imagining his come seeping into you and having it stick. Getting you pregnant. Making you his forever.
He collapsed over you and slid his tongue into your mouth as you brought your arms around his back to keep him close.
Pure hedonistic, rapturous oblivion.
Your heart pounded as he kissed you and you felt him trembling in your arms just as you were in his.
You longed to speak the words you knew you felt but it wasnât right. Youâd want him to say it first. Wanted him to admit it. Wanted him to want you.
But Harry was feeling it all heavy and deeply just the same. His own longing to show you exactly what he felt and that even though heâd play off those words he spoke as he came inside of you, he meant it in a way. Heâd love to see you pregnant with his babies. Have you as his own for good. Tell you what he felt deep down.
You smiled into the kiss and Harry pushed himself up to look down at you.
âJust what I needed, Harry. Always know how to make me feel so so good.â You pushed your fingers into his hair and gazed into his pretty eyes and watched as his grin widened.
âMmm⊠Ditto. Need you more than just once a week, baby. I did mean that you know.â
You bit your lip and closed your eyes to let that idea sink in a bit.
Harry grunted as he moved and you suddenly felt a pinch at the back of your thigh and you laughed, opening your eyes.
âDid you hear me?â
You nodded, âYes, sir. Three times a week is what you said. That sounds like as close to perfection as I could ask for.â
Harry nudged his nose to yours and let out a soft breath, âJust want more of you, baby.â
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best friends dad!harry x reader | forbidden relationship
Summary: The one where you and Harry finally come clean to everyone. Featuring an angry Fae, a spiteful soon-to-be ex wife, divorce terms, and lots of tears.
Word Count: 7360
Warning: 18+ only, mature content, age gap, talk of divorce, cheating, angst
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You were tense.
And it wasnât just that. It was that you could tell Harry was tense too. He was quiet. It made you nervous. Made you wonder if he was regretting his decision. He was loving when youâd first boarded the plane. But once it landed, he hardly looked at you. You were dropped off at your apartment by a taxi but were surprised when Harry asked the driver to wait. He helped you bring your suitcase up to your door and gave you a quick kiss before telling you he was going to have the taxi drop him off at his house so he could get his car. He told you heâd be back at your place in a couple of hours but he wouldnât tell you where he was going. You werenât sure heâd really come back.
You felt sick. You felt terrified you were losing him. But of course, you never deserved him in the first place. He was happily married with a great career and a beautiful daughter with a good head on her shoulders. Life was good for him. And would have been for years to come. If it hadnât been for you. You were a homewrecker.
You didnât have the energy to unpack your suitcase so you sat down and took a deep breath as you dared to look through all your messages and listen to the voicemails. You had envisioned checking your messages with Harry by your side, comforting you and you comforting him, but since he wasnât there you did it alone.
The progression of anger from Fae was easy to see. She first left a voicemail and she sounded more concerned than angry at that point. She was calm.
Then it was a text. And another that could be read as mad. Then the one you read at the airport where you knew without a doubt that she was upset. And then to her last series of text messages sent Saturday morning.
Your silence is telling. So is his.
I canât believe either of you would do this.
I hope Iâm wrong.
Iâm hoping this is all a mistake and that itâs a coincidence that you and my dad have gone AWOL at the same time.
But if this turns out to be real, Y/n?
I donât think I could ever speak to you or my dad again.
I know youâd feel the same if I did this to you.
You sat your phone down and stared at your TV that you hadnât turned on yet. It was impossible to process what youâd just read. It was shocking. You knew it was coming but to see it in a text was jarring.
It took you a few minutes to lift your phone up and listen to your motherâs voicemail.
Hey honey. I got a call from Fae and sheâs really concerned about you and⊠her dad? She said she needs to get a hold of you. Will you call her when you get this? Or have Harry call her?
And, Y/n, I just want to say too, that no matter what, honey. I love you. You can always reach out to me if you need help or want to talk. Your father and I wonât judge you even if itâs true. I love you. Call me after you call Fae.
Closing your eyes you lay down on your side. Your mother even knew. Fae must have called her and told her everything. It hurt. But it was deserved. You deserved the hurt and shame. Youâd done some very bad things. Your mother knowing was the least of your problems. Your biggest problem was that you were a homewrecker. Youâd damaged a family because you were selfish.
You hit the call button and put your phone to your ear, keeping your eyes closed.
âY/n. I was starting to get worried. Are you okay?â Your motherâs words were rushed.
âIâm fine, Mom. Iâm so sorry about this. I would have called you sooner but I was trying to avoid my phone for a couple of days.â
âWhat are you avoiding, Y/n? Is it true? You and Faeâs dad?â
You swallowed thickly, âYeah. Itâs true.â
The line was silent for a moment. You waited to let your mom respond when she was ready. It was a lot to hear. You understood her silence.
âOkay. Well⊠you know I love you, honey. I hope you know what youâre doing. Youâre an adult so you get to make these decisions and I trust that you never meant to hurt anyone.â
âOf course not. I never thought,â you felt a tear slip down your cheek, â⊠that this would happen. It was never meant to get this far. But,â you pushed yourself up to sit, âI fell in love. And now itâs too late. And we have to face the music. And,â you sniffled as you pulled your phone out to look at the time and then put it back to your ear, âI donât even know where Harry is right now so it all feels like itâs about to just explode on usââ
âY/n, do you want me to come over?â
You shook your head, âNo. No, thatâs okay. Iâm sorry. This is just so hard.â
At that moment your front door opened and you stood up to see Harry walking in.
âMom, Iâll call you back, okay? I love you,â you hung up after your mom told you she loved you too.
You tossed your phone on the couch and stepped toward Harry quietly, unsure of how he was feeling. Unsure of how to approach.
Harry took one long stride toward you and wrapped his arms around you, crushing you into his chest. You draped your arms around his middle and just let him squeeze. You were glad heâd come back so soon. You thought he was going to be gone for at least another hour. You also thought it was possible he wouldnât return.
He loosened his embrace and kissed the top of your head, âI didnât like how it felt to be away from you. I just needed to go and drive. I donât really know why. I started to panic,â he spoke quietly as you listened, âWhen I was dropped off at the house I got into my car and the further away I drove the further away from you I felt and I didnât like that. I had to turn around and drive back to you.â
You tilted your head back to look up at him, âAre you having second thoughts? Do you regret this?â
Harry brought his hands up to your face and looked down at you intently, âGod, baby, no. When I got into that taxi I wasnât even really thinking. I donât know why I did it that way, leaving like that. I just⊠I didnât mean for it to seem like I needed to be away from you. I donât want that at all.â
You nodded and it felt like relief to hear him say that. âI was worried. Thought youâd suddenly realized this was a big mistake and you couldnât go through with it anymore.â
He rocked you softly, stepping from foot to foot to sway, âAbsolutely not. Itâs me and you, baby.â
âWe should text them back. Let them know something. Maybe we can go to them? Tell them everything? I just want to get this over with now, Harry.â You couldnât handle being secretive with Fae or anyone anymore. You knew this was going to happen one way or another and if you could just finally say it then maybe the worst would be over.
He sighed and let go of you, keeping your hands in his, âOkay. Weâll let them decide when it happens. But Iâll text Fae and her mother.â
You both sat in silence on your couch as you individually texted Fae. Harry texted his wife first.
You didnât know how to word the text. But you settled on something simple.
Iâm so sorry. I feel awful. I want to talk to you, though, whenever youâre ready.
Harryâs phone rang after he sent his first text and he looked at you with worry before holding the phone up to his ear.
âHello?â
You watched him stand up and pace in silence as he listened to his wife. He ran a hand through his hair and then suddenly stopped and looked down as he closed his eyes.
âYes. I understand.â
He looked at you and gave you a weak smile. A sad smile and you returned the expression.
âNo. Look⊠donât say that. Sheâs not. I think if we can just talk in person this will be better.â
He shook his head and scowled as he began to pace again, âI said donât say that about her,â his voice was more urgent. Almost angry.
Your phone dinged. Fae had responded.
Iâm coming over.
Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at Harry. Your natural inclination was to tell him to leave because that had been the routine since the beginning. Hiding that heâd been with you. But now that everything was out in the openâŠ
âFine. Weâll talk tomorrow then... Yes. I know. I am sorry,â he looked at his screen and realized sheâd hung up. âFuck.â He spoke under his breath.
You stood up and cleared your throat, âFae is coming over.â
Harry looked weary. He nodded and went into your kitchen and pulled down two glasses, âWater?â He asked without turning to look at you.
âYes, please.â
You watched him fill the glasses with your water pitcher and then handed you a glass as he gulped down half of his in one go.
âWe should think about how to tell her. Sheâll be here soon.â You reiterated, keeping your distance. Everything felt so foreign. So strange.
Harry placed his glass down and looked at you for a moment before responding, âWeâll just tell her, Y/n. Itâs not going to be good but weâll be honest and tell her what weâve done. Itâs all we can do,â he pushed his hip from the counter and took your free hand, bringing it up to his chest, âI love you. Okay?â
You nodded, âI love you too, Harry.â
When you sat your glass down Harry bent at his knees and lifted you up to the counter and then fit himself in between your legs, putting his palms over your thighs, âI just need you with me, Y/n. Okay?â
You nodded and put your hands on Harryâs shoulders and pulled them around his neck to bring him in for a soft little kiss.
You two stayed like that until there was a knock at your door and Harry helped you down from your spot. He followed behind you as you pulled your door open to see Fae standing there. She looked behind you to her dad and then back at you. Her expression was unreadable.
âCome in.â You gestured to her and moved out of the doorway. She walked past you and her father and into your living room.
âSo, itâs true. What the fuck?â She shook her head and looked between you and Harry.
âIâm so sorry this happened,â Harry spoke first. You could hear the small waver in his voice as if he were about to cry, which made you tear up instantly as you watched Faeâs face.
She sat down on the small bench near your records and looked directly at you, âI canât believe you did this. To me and my mom? To him? Why?â
Oh shit. Here it was. You were being blamed for it all. As you should. You knew what youâd done was disgusting.
You moved to sit down on your couch, pulling your hand out of Harryâs. You needed to sit.
âI canât believe I did it either. I donât know why. Iâm sorry!â You hiccupped as your tears fell. A pathetic girl. Harry sat next to you and you felt his warm hand on your back as you repeated that you were sorry.
âMom didnât deserve this,â Fae looked at her dad, âSheâs been so good to us and to you. She was really blindsided by this you know? You hurt her. You cheated on her. I never would have taken you for a cheater.â
Your sniffles and harsh breaths were obnoxious. You didnât deserve to be feeling sad for yourself. After all, youâd done all the hurting and now people were suffering because of you.
âI know, Fae. Your mother has been wonderful to us. I made a mistake andâŠâ his hand moved up and down your back as he spoke, âIâm sorry this happened. I didnât expect any of it. It justâŠâ he took a breath, âIt just happened and now Iâm in love. Weâre in love.â
Fae laughed sardonically and you looked at her. She hadnât shed a single tear.
âYeah right. Do you know how ridiculous you sound, Dad? In love? With her? Sheâs my age? What could you possibly have in common with Y/n? Do you two bond over talking about me? Because thatâs your only link. Like⊠I donât get it at all.â
âWe just get along, Fae. Somethings canât really be explainedââ
âOh, the fuck they canât. You two had sex and now you think youâre in love. Youâre both pathetic. Especially you, Y/n. You broke up a happy marriage because you were selfish and you outright lied to meââ
âHey, this is my fault, Fae. Iâm the one whoââ
You put your hand on his knee, âNo. Faeâs right. Iâm pathetic. Iâm a homewrecker. I deserve all of the blame.â
Fae stood up, âOh the martyr. I see⊠Yes⊠Will it make you feel better to know how much I really hate you? Is that what you want? Well,â she laughed, âIâm not giving you that satisfaction. Oh noâŠâ she paced in front of your coffee table as she looked from her father to you, âThe part that hurts so much, and the part that I hope you take with you and that eats at you and keeps you up at night is that hating you hurts me. You were my best friend. You and I have done everything together. I trusted you and loved you like you were my sister. When my mom told me what she found out I told her it couldnât be true. That you would never. I gave you a chance to come clean to me but you lied to my face. I wonât ever forgive you but that doesnât mean that feels good. It hurts to hate you. You betrayed me.â
You sat in silence. In shame.
Fae pointed at Harry, âAnd you. You let this happen. Mom is broken. Sheâs absolutely torn up over this. You blindsided us both and youâre no longer my father.â
âPlease, donât say that Fae, I love you,â Harry stood up.
âDonât come near me. I donât want your apologies or your tears. Iâm not giving you the chance to make amends or say your peace. I donât want it,â she scoffed and looked up toward the ceiling to pull her tears back into her eyes. âMom said this didnât mean you were abandoning me. That you still love me,â she looked at him and stopped pacing, âI donât care if you choose her or whatever,â she gestured toward you, âI donât even want you as my father anymore. You make me sick. What you did is unforgivable. Even if you did leave her and beg me for another chance to be in my life I donât want it. My life is better without you now that I know who you are.â
Harry sat down and put his head in his hands and began to cry. You could see his shoulders shaking as he let out a strangled sob.
She looked away from Harry and took a breath. You could see she was acting tough. You knew her well. You imagined that the moment she walked out of your apartment sheâd finally allow herself to cry.
âYou both deserve each other. I hope you have a miserable life together. ActuallyâŠâ she looked at you, âI take that back. I hope he cheats on you and breaks your heart the way you broke mine. I hope that all this was a waste for both of you. That you donât even wind up together in the end. Because thatâs what youâre hoping for, isnât it?â
Her glower was intense. Scary.
You opened your mouth, âFae, Iâmââ
âI donât fucking want to hear it, Y/n. I just wanted to come over here so I could tell you in person how I feel about you,â she laughed and looked at Harry who was still trying to reign in his tears, âI actually didnât think youâd be here. But I guess this makes it easier. So I only have to do this once.â
She picked up her purse and carried herself quickly to your door but you ran after her just as she stepped outside, âFae, please! I never wanted to hurt anyone!â
She turned to look at you, tears glazing her eyes, âI know you didnât. But you did anyway, and it was selfish. Just wait for your turn. Heâll find someone younger in a few years and youâll be all alone.â
When she walked away you felt Harryâs hand on your shoulder and then his chest pressed to your back as he pulled you into him. You both watched until Fae was out of sight and wondered if that would be it. Wondered if sheâd ever come around or if maybe she was right.
He was warm against you. Comforting. âBaby you know sheâs just speaking out of anger because sheâs hurt. Iâm not leaving you. Thatâs never gonna happen.â
You swallowed and nodded as he spoke quietly into your ear. Surely she was speaking out of anger to hurt you because she was hurt. You could see that. And that was deserved. You should hurt. But part of what she said did strike something in you. Because heâd left his own wife for you. For someone younger. And he probably never imagined heâd cheat on his wife just like at that moment you figured he never imagined heâd leave you either.
âYou believe me, right, Y/n?â
You nodded shallowly.
Harry let out a deep breath as he pulled you gently back inside your apartment and turned you to face himself. His eyes were red and his face was splotchy from crying, âLook at me,â he cupped your face softly, âIâm mad for you. I swear on everything,â he ran his thumb under your right eye where a new tear fell, âIâll never leave you. I love you. This is different, Y/n. God, I never want you to feel that way.â
It wasnât like you wanted to leave him so you wouldnât and if he broke your heart eventually, well you also deserved that. Especially after everything youâd done to Fae and her motherâŠ
Harryâs nose touched yours, âPlease, Y/n. I can tell youâre upset about what she said. I need to know you trust me and that weâre okay.â
You lifted your arms to wrap around his middle and looked at him, âWhatever happens Iâm not going anywhere. I justâŠâ you blinked and grasped the material of his shirt tight, âI fucked up big time. We did. I wasnât prepared to hear her say any of that. I knew sheâd be upset. I feel like this is what I deserve. None of this is okay.â
Harry cradled the back of your head and pressed his forehead into yours gently, âI fucked up, Y/n. I did that. I know whatâs been done isnât good⊠but you and I can be okay. Being with you is like nothing Iâve ever had. Iâll do everything I can to prove to you how much I love you and how much I want you every day if you need it.â
You tilted your head back and moved to kiss him, pushing your lips against his. You didnât want him feeling like heâd lost you too. You just needed to sort out your thoughts and it was hard to verbalize everything in that moment.
Harry and Faeâs mother had planned to meet at their house in the morning. He was already making a list of things heâd be packing and bringing to your apartment, knowing sheâd be taking the house, âAre you sure itâs okay if I bring all this? I can get a storage unit or something.â
You stood behind him and looked down at his laptop screen. He was sitting at your small kitchen table as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, âItâs fine, Harry. Weâll figure out everything later. We should get some sleep. Itâll be an early morning and we want to go in with clear minds.â
Harry turned to look at you as he placed a hand over your forearm, âBaby, I really think it should just be me there. I donât want you to have to go through that again.â
You moved and pulled a chair up next to him so you could look at him directly, âI really think I should be there with you. At least for support, Harry. Iâm an adult. I can handle it. I donât want you having to do it alone.â
He shook his head and took your hands in his, âY/n, itâs going to go a whole lot better if youâre not there. Sheâs not going to want to see you. Thatâll just make her angrier. Iâm asking you to please stay here while I sort out everything with her.â
Harry had told you right at the beginning that he was going but you insisted you wanted to be there too. To face his wife and be his support.
âHarryâŠâ you said his name in a plea.
He dipped in and kissed you, âI love you so much. But I need to do this part by myself. Okay? I love that you want to help and be there with me and you donât know how much that means to me. But this is different. I canât bring you with me for this. You can be my comfort and support when I get back afterward.â
You figured you didnât have much of a choice. But you hated to have Harry go it alone. If you thought dealing with Fae was devastating, you couldnât imagine the scene with her mother. The woman whose heart he broke. Who he cheated on.
Harry held you close that night as you softly caressed his chest and kissed his shoulders and pecs. Sleep didnât really find either of you for long enough to feel like youâd rested. You had bursts of shut-eye but then were woken up with a panicky feeling. And it was the same for Harry. But being together and feeling the warmth of one another felt a lot better than waking up alone.
And you both were wide awake at 5 am, cuddled together under your blankets, limbs tangled.
âAre you awake?â You whispered as softly as possible. You assumed he was because of his breathing pattern and the way he shifted every now and then.
âI am. Are you okay, baby?â He scooted in closer and pulled you into his chest so you were practically laying on him.
You couldnât see his face in the dark but you smiled at how he always seemed to need you close.
âIâm okay. Iâm here with you so Iâm okay.â You laid your head against his chest and he cradled the back of your head. You could feel the slow rhythm of his heart.
âWant some coffee? Thinking of getting up to make some. Not sure I can sleep. Have to be up in an hour anyway.â
Coffee at 5:15 am was not your thing but for Harry, youâd do it. And it was also going to be impossible for you to sleep as well. You were full of nerves and wondering what was next.
You had to work that afternoon, unfortunately. You wanted to call off but you were worried about losing your job. You took Saturday off when you were scheduled to work and doing it again on Monday would be risking too much.
âSo what? If you lose your job you can look for something else. Maybe thereâs a good job in advertising or marketing or something. Use your degree, Y/n. I can take care of you until you find something.â
You shook your head, âYou donât think Iâve been looking? For a year Iâve been putting in resumes and the only few spots that would even consider me without any experience wouldnât pay as well as the tips I make at the restaurant. Itâs hard to transition from making really good tips to a salaried job that pays less where I might work more hours.â
âI know youâve been looking, baby. Iâm not saying you havenât. Iâm just saying Iâll take care of you until you find something perfect.â
âI donât want to have you taking care of me, though. Thatâs not fair. Weâve already been through a lot. And just imagine what everyone would think⊠If I quit my job after everyone finds out weâve been having an affair and you pay all my bills... Iâll not only be a homewrecker Iâll be a gold digger or something. One awful scorn on me is quite enough,â you chuckled. But it wasnât actually funny. You tried to find humor in the situation but the reality of it was awful.
âWe canât help what people will think of us but weâll talk about all this later. I donât want you to worry. Okay?â
âYou think youâll be back before I need to leave for work?â You ran your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. It was getting long and his curls were just begging to be touched.
Harry nodded, âI think so. I hope so. If not, Iâll be here waiting for you when you get off. Iâve got some stuff to do at the office today as well but shouldnât take long. And Iâve got your key,â he grinned at you.
Harry left after giving you a smoldering kiss. You two hadnât been intimate since the morning before when you left Quebec and when he grabbed you and spun you around to kiss you goodbye you pulled him in by his collar to keep his mouth against yours, then he had his arms around your back and you both had to force yourselves apart so he could go.
And on any normal day, youâd climb back into bed to sleep for a few more hours. But you knew you couldnât sleep. So, you had to find something to keep you occupied while Harry told his wife everything.
.          .          .
When Harry pulled into the driveway his wifeâs car was there already. He took a few deep breaths. He knew it was not going to be pretty.
The house smelled of coffee when he opened the door. It almost felt comforting. Familiar. Except that the circumstances were anything but.
He called to his wife as he sat his briefcase down on the couch and moved into the kitchen where he found her on her cell phone speaking to someone. She glanced at him and turned her back.
Harry noticed right away that she looked sad. Her face was puffy and her skin looked sallow.
The pot of coffee was full but he couldnât even think of putting anything else into his stomach at that moment. The acid in the coffee was already making him feel a bit unwell. Not just the acid. But he felt unwell for what was about to come.
He sat at the kitchen table and silently inhaled again.
âWell, heâs here now, so Iâll let you go. Iâll call you later, okay?â He heard only the last part of her conversation as she hung up and kept her back to him. He watched her look out the window over the sink into their backyard in silence.
âI think you should start, Harry. Start with how long youâve been seeing her. How it happened,â she turned to look at him but stayed near the counter.
He nodded and looked down at his hands, â6 months, give or take.â He looked up at her and her fierce gaze could have sliced him in half.
She waved her hand, âGo on. Letâs get it out.â
He swallowed, âI donât know why I did it. I was happy. Really, I was. I⊠she and I got close and then I went to her place and thatâs how it started.â
âSo you instigated?â
Nodding his head he looked at his wife, âI did. I knew she had a crush on me and I fed into it.â
She nodded and walked toward him to sit at the table across from him.
âAnd it wasnât supposed to go that far. But Iâve found myself falling for her.â
The laugh from his wife was unexpected. Harry watched as she shook her head in disbelief, âYouâve fallen for her? Y/n? Who is the same age as your daughter? Oh, I bet thatâs an interesting dynamic. Does she know you fucked me while you were fucking her?â
He clenched his jaw and felt like heâd throw up, âWe didnât really talk about that much at the beginning. Iâm sure she knows.â
âCaressa told me she saw you drop her off. Y/n, the stupid thing, told her you were her boyfriend.â
âHey. Stop. Donât do that. Donât call her stupid. Sheâs noââ
âWhat? You donât like it when women are being a little immature? You are dating a woman half your age for Christâs sake. Seems like something youâd be into.â
Harry folded his lips into his mouth to keep himself quiet. Heâd have to deal with her being a little petty. She had every right to lash out.
âAnyway, I was quite shocked to learn of it. And at first, we thought there was no way. Caressa might have seen someone else that looked like you with a car like yours. But then⊠too many coincidences, you know? Plus Iâd already suspected you were cheating.â
âIâm sorry. I really am.â
âWhy? Why would you do this to us? Was it that bad?â
Harry shook his head and reached for his wifeâs hand but she pulled away before he could touch her, âNo. Of course not. Youâve been incredible. I got selfish and fucked up. And then I got in too deep.â He moved his hand back into his lap.
She nodded, âYou did fuck up. Thatâs true. How many other women have you cheated on me with?â
Harry was taken aback, âNone! Oh my god, no. I never⊠this is the only time.â
âI see. And of all people, it had to be her? Faeâs best friend, Harry?â
âI know. Itâs so messy.â
âHave you had a thing for her since she was a teenager?â
He shook his head, âNo. Faeâs 22nd birthday was the first time I really found her attractive.â
She looked to the corner of the room as she sipped her coffee and then pinned her eyes back on Harry, âSo for 2 1/2, nearly 3 years youâve been lusting after Faeâs best friend?â
âNo. I found her attractive⊠but neverâŠâ he took a breath, âNo it was only recent.â
That was a lie. He had actually been lusting after you for that length of time. Of course, the feelings grew as you got closer and spent time together alone. When you would visit him and youâd chat and have lengthy hugs in private⊠even though the actual affair had only been for 6 months, you both had been dancing around your feelings for much longer. But he didnât want his wife to know that. Didnât feel that was necessary information.
âMy terms for the divorce are simple. Iâll keep the house but youâll pay the mortgage and insurance, and repairs that might come up. Once the house is paid off itâll be in my name and Iâll be able to sell it or keep it, my choice. Iâll keep my car, which youâll also pay the insurance for, and Iâll be asking for 50% of your salary as alimony. I also expect 50% of any of your bonuses. Youâll pay for my health insurance and cover anything I need above the copay. Dental too,â she took another sip of her coffee as she kept her eyes on Harry, âYouâll cover my cellphone, internet⊠basically all of my bills like you do currently. I am not going to suffer and live a more difficult lifestyle because you and Y/n want to fuck around and play pretend. Understood?â
Harry nodded. He knew heâd be giving a lot to his wife.
âOur shared brokerage, savings, and retirement will be 100% mineââ
Harry put his hand up, âNow, wait. Hold on. I can give you most of it but not all. Come on. Be reasonable.â
She shook her head, âThe moment you stuck your prick in someone else was the moment I lost my ability to be reasonable with you. Itâs mine. And I guarantee that the judge will agree once we get to the nitty-gritty. Iâve looked into it. Youâve cheated on me and Iâve been a supportive wife who also contributed to our savings and retirement during all the years I worked.â
His brokerage account was worth millions. And while his wife had contributed to savings and retirement years ago when she was still working, all the money and earnings from the brokerage were his own. He put that money there, not her.
âI donât think thatâs fair. You didnât put a dime into the brokerage account. Iâll give you all of our savings, half the retirement, and half of the brokerage. Thatâs more than enough for you for the rest of your life. Not to mention half my salary and bonuses, the houseâŠâ
âI donât care whatâs fair. And yeah, I could live a very comfortable life on half the brokerage and retirement alone but I donât want you to live a comfortable life, see? Iâm not here to make things comfortable for anyone but me and my daughter. You and Y/n can go to hell.â
Harry bit his tongue and looked down at the table. He would need to get a lawyer. 50% of everything plus extras was fine. But all of the brokerage and retirement?
âWell, weâll figure out terms with lawyers present,â he looked at her as he spoke. It was the first time heâd felt so angry with her ever. And even if she was justified, it still felt unfair.
She laughed, âYes, we will. In fact, Iâm meeting with mine this afternoon to get all the paperwork ready for you to sign. Divorce papers are in the works. And since Iâm the one filing first I get dibs. Youâll see.â
Harry stood up from the table and paced the kitchen slowly. He knew this would kill him financially but he somehow just didnât expect sheâd want all of his brokerage. That was his nest egg heâd been adding to since before he ever met his wife. It was his. Heâd fight for that one.
âWhat time this afternoon?â He looked at her.
â2 pm. You arenât invited. Youâll be all caught up with everything once we get the paperwork drafted. My lawyer will send everything to yours. Oh, which, by the way, you should send me your lawyerâs contact info.â
He didnât have a lawyer at that moment, which in hindsight was dumb of him. He should have been more prepared for all of this. A lawyer was just more money down the drain. Heâd be paying his own plus hers, he was sure of it.
âFuck,â he spoke under his breath and ran his hands over his face.
Harry packed his things into his car and gathered items he planned to take with him. Of course, his wife watched everything he took and told him what he could and couldnât take.
âBut this was a gift from Fae. Let me at least have this,â he pleaded. It was a framed photo of Fae and Harry. The frame was homemade from Fae for Fatherâs Day when she was 11. He kept it in his office for all the years he had it.
âFae doesnât want you to have that. Leave it here.â
âYou didnât even know it was there. You probably forgot that it even existed. Come on, donât do this.â
She didnât budge.
Harry had expected the conversation with his wife to be much different. He thought there would be a lot of tears and apologies and that she would scream at him and throw a fit but she was calm and prepared. She was cold and uncaring, though she did throw an insult or two. He could tell she was upset and that she had been crying before he arrived but she did not act the way he thought she would.
It all took much longer than he hoped. You had already been at work by the time he dropped his things off at your apartment. His apartment now too. He told you heâd be paying his part and wanted to get on the lease. But he planned on paying the rent in full. He didnât want to be a burden to you.
And before he went by his office at work he stopped at the restaurant to see you. He knew it might be a bad idea but he needed to see you. Just to look at you and tell you he loved you and make sure you were okay. He felt bad that he hadnât come back before youâd left.
Caressa saw him first as he walked in and the hostess greeted him.
âOh, Harry. How nice to see you,â she crossed her arms as she walked up to him, âIâm guessing youâre here to see your girlfriend?â
âHi, Caressa. Uh, just here to see Y/n. I wanted to tell her something really quick. I wonât keep her long.â He felt himself flush in embarrassment. He wasnât particularly close to Caressa but heâd known her for years. She and her husband were part of his friend group. Were. He was certain they wouldnât be interested in hanging out with him again.
âSure. Sheâs busy right now but have a seat. Iâll let her know youâre here.â
He waited for fifteen minutes before getting up and peeking into the dining room. He half doubted that Caressa told you he was there. She probably wanted to make a point or something.
When he spotted you walking away from a table he stepped in and called your name quietly.
You turned and your eyes widened in surprise but you smiled and mouthed âIâll be right back.â
You hadnât expected to see him show up at your work but the relief that washed over you was immense. You were so worried about Harry and wondered how the talk had gone with Faeâs mother. Hoped nothing had changed between you and him.
You quickly made your way to the front where Harry was and grabbed his hand into yours, âHow did it go?â
He sighed and you could see it hadnât been a good conversation just by his expression, âIâll tell you later. But, she knows. Everyone knows now. Sheâs getting divorce paperwork ready,â he squeezed your hand, âI just wanted to see your face. Needed to see you.â
You smiled and quickly kissed his lips, âIâm glad you came in. I was really worried.â
âYou donât need to worry, baby. Ever. Okay? I love you. I just⊠couldnât breathe until I saw you.â
That was all you needed. His reassurance. The rest of your shift felt lighter. You were still burdened by the reality and the heaviness of everything but at least he came to see you. At least he needed it as much as you did.
When you got home later Harry was there. He was only wearing his grey sweatpants and he was in the kitchen cooking something.
You placed your purse on the kitchen table and he turned around and sat the wooden spoon on the counter before he met you in the middle of the kitchen to bring you in for a hug.
He said nothing. He just held you for a moment and it felt regenerative to be in his arms. You melted a tiny bit into him and suddenly, without even meaning for it to happen you began to cry.
âOh, honeyâŠâ he whispered as he pulled you into your living room to your couch. You sat down with him and he kept his arms around you.
You couldnât stop the tears. You couldnât really think much about your situation while you were at work or youâd have cried in front of your customers. And you definitely didnât want Caressa to see you in tears. She knew too much already.
âSorry,â you squeaked out your words against Harryâs chest. You loved that he wasnât wearing a shirt and that your cheek was smushed into his skin.
âDonât be sorry. Itâs okay to cry. Iâm here.â
Harry kissed the top of your head and spoke quietly, âEverythingâs going to be okay.â
When youâd finally caught your breath and looked up at him, he smiled softly at your face with tear-stained cheeks, âThank you for stopping in at work today. That made everything feel so much better.â
Harry took in your red puffy eyes and the way your lip quivered the slightest and sighed as he wiped your tears, âI needed to see you. Iâm glad it made you feel better. How was your shift?â
You told him about work and how Caressa hardly spoke to you. Then you discovered that when Harry arrived she hadnât told you that he was there when he asked her to, âGuess Iâm not surprised. She probably hates us both. And what are you making? Smells really good.â
âJust veggie soup and Iâve got some biscuits cooling. Stoveâs off so it can sit a bit. Itâll be fine.â
You looked around your living room and it was the first time you noticed the new big-screen TV that had replaced yours, as well as a plant in the corner that hadnât been there, âSo now we live together, huh?â You smiled finally, to Harryâs relief.
âIf you still want me here then yes.â
You laughed and leaned back into him, hugging his middle, âOf course I want you here. Need you here.â
Harry put his arms around you, âSâwhat I wanted to hear. Need to be with you. No matter what that looks like.â
You looked up at him and his curls that were starting to get long and the bit of scruff on his face with his bright eyes and pink lips and you felt like you were lucky to have him. It wasnât going to be easy to not have Fae in your life. And you would have to deal with the judgment that was to come, but at least you had him. At least you had each other.
âWhat?â Harry asked as your eyes wandered over his features.
âI just feel grateful that youâre here with me.â
Harry tilted his head to the side as he rubbed your arms up and down, his eyes on yours, âIâm grateful you want me here, Y/n.â
As shitty as everything was and the awful reality that was caging you in and carving the words homewrecker onto your forehead, you felt it in your heart that he was the love of your life. No one else could ever understand it. But Harry did. And you did. And that was all that mattered in that moment.
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Summary: Harry invites you to stay at his house for the night and the following morning you both get an unexpected visitor. Based on this request.
Word Count: 4479
Warning: 18+ only, smut, cheating, lying, age gap, breeding kink
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Harry showed up at your apartment after youâd just gotten home from work. You hadnât made any plans to see him that day but you definitely werenât disappointed when you saw him at your door.
âI just got home and I need to shower really quick,â you said as he attacked you with his mouth. His face was unshaven and the scruff was a bit more grown out than normal. You grasped his face and laughed as you bent back from him, âIâm serious!â
But your giggles and sweet smile were all that Harry noted as he ignored your words and kept smushing his lips against yours with his own smile on his face. He smelled like the fresh outdoors. The weather had cooled down significantly over the past few days, but it was only temporary. It would warm right back up. You were enjoying the cool down, though.
And Harryâs skin was chilled. Like heâd been outside for a bit. You pushed at his chest, still puffing out laughs through your nose at the way he was pawing at you, âYouâre cold. Do you want to shower with me?â
Now that got his attention, âOf course I would.â
You pulled out an extra towel for Harry as you let the water warm up, âWhat did you do today? You smell like you were outside all day,â you asked as you reached into the stream to test the temperature.
âI smell like I wasâŠâ he shook his head and looked at you like you were crazy, âYou can smell that?â
You nodded, âYeah. Just smells like you were outside. Itâs like a fresh, chilled air smell. Hard to explain. You donât know what I mean?â
âNot really and I was golfing before I came over.â Suddenly his arm was around your front and his chest pressed into your back, âYouâre not pregnant are you?â
You whipped your head around to look at him, âWhat?! Why would you say that?â
âBecause you said you can smell fresh, chilled air. That sounds like the superpower of a pregnant woman,â he grinned.
You scoffed and pushed at him so you could take your towel off, âWaterâs ready.â
You both climbed into the shower and you continued, âIâm not pregnant, though. Donât worry,â you grinned as you picked up the soap. Harryâs comments recently had been very teasing but you wondered if there was some truth to his words.
Harry wet his hair and sighed under the warm stream before switching places with you, squirting soap into his hand to lather up, âDo you want to be?â
You paused your motions and stared at Harry bewildered, âWhat are youâŠ?â You laughed at his cheeky attitude, âYouâre insane.â You honestly didnât know if you were ready for that conversation. Or if he was even being serious. But of course, his little suggestions and the way heâd talk about stuffing you with his babies did give you a bit of a longing you never had before. You were sure it was only because it was Harry.
Harry grinned and pulled his lips into his mouth as he rubbed suds over his torso and you began to lather soap over your skin. But you couldnât take your eyes off of him. Looking at his fit, toned body never got old. And he wasnât one of those guys that only had buff arms or buff pecs. He was masculine and nicely muscled everywhere. His thighs always got you. They were solid and every time you held on to them when he was fucking youâ the way they bulged and rippled under your hands⊠you could get wet from just thinking about that alone.
Dropping your sight to his tiger tattoo and then upward to the center of his thighs where his other masculine feature hung in front of them you bit your lip. He was half hard already.
Harry pulled you into his arms, your soapy, wet skin slipping against his as he cupped your face and practically devoured you with his gaze alone, âYouâre so pretty. You wanna come home with me tonight? Test out my bed?â
You slid your arms over his shoulders, âWhat if your wife comes home? Or Fae stops by? Or the neighbors see me?â   Â
âDonât really care that much. Doubt any of that will happen.â
You frowned and tilted yourself back in his arms so you could look at his face squarely, âWhy are you so loosey-goosey about this lately? You donât care if we get caught?â
Harry shook his head, âI donât know. I think I just rather be with you and risk it than be without you and on the safe side.â
You smiled softly at him and breathed out through your nose when you felt his fingers lower to your bum. It felt like silk the way his hand traveled down your wet curves before he groped your cheeks and pulled. It was then you felt his cock was no longer only half hard. He was solid against your hip.
You both grinned at one another knowingly as Harry reached behind you and turned off the shower before picking you up and carrying you into your bedroom. You yelped and laughed, âHarry! I wasnât done!â
âYouâre done when I say so, little girl,â he lowered you to your mattress and climbed up over you, pressing his lips to your mouth, his tongue finding yours and his fingers traveling up your ribs and to your breasts.
You and Harry had been seeing each other just about every night since Mrs. Styles went to stay with her sister. It had been⊠really nice. But you had yet to go to his place because of the risk. Your apartment was less obvious.
Harry lowered his mouth to your neck and tongued over your still-damp skin, âI love you so much, Y/n,â his warm breath heated the droplets of water on your neck and your shoulder and you moaned.
âI love you, Harry,â you whispered with your eyes closed. Harry lowered his lips to your breasts, sucking and squeezing at them.
He pushed your thighs apart and lifted one leg as he kept his eyes on yours before he ducked down to give a hot, wet kiss to your pussy.
When he sat back onto his haunches his pink lips were parted and he looked like a man on a mission, âI donât know how to explain it, Y/n,â he smoothed his palms over your thighs and up to your tummy, âThe way I feel about you⊠how much I want you. Fuck itâs like a need. I donât know if I can ever go back to sleeping next to my wife again now that I get to have you almost every night,â he watched the path his hands were making up your ribs and to your breasts. He pushed his thumbs into your nipples and then leaned over you, his cool wet hair dripping over your skin as his hot mouth covered every inch of your tits and nipples.
You moaned and grasped at his shoulders then his lats as he moved up your body and pushed his mouth to yours. You could feel his warm cock over your pussy, just pressed over you teasingly.
He parted from the kiss and brought his hands up to your face, âI love you and I donât feel like that phrase even cuts it. God, I have to justâŠâ he sighed and dotted a kiss to your lips before continuing, âMake you mine. Want you, Y/n. In every way. I mean it. I canât be with anyone ever again.â
You brushed your fingers over his cheekbones and then into his hair as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him down flush to you, âHarry⊠thatâs how I feel too. Itâs such a deep need and I canât describe it.â
Harry rocked his hips and you enjoyed how his big cock slid through your folds back and forth slowly. You were wet for him. Your body always ready and open for his cock somehow. Nothing and no one had ever turned you on like Harry did.
As he kept his eyes on yours he pressed his bulbous crown to your entrance and began to push into you. You gasped at the tight fit and he grinned at your reaction.
With your legs wrapped tight around his waist and your ankles crossed together he thrust in and out, long and languid, delicious strokes. His chest was pressed to yours and he moaned as he felt you around himself, your slick walls taking him fully, meeting the spot that he nudged into when he couldnât reach in further.
You both breathed in steady, timed exhales as your bedâs mattress gently squeaked.
Everything between you was slippery and Harryâs arms began to shake as his breaths became more labored. He ground himself into you and his pelvis was glued to you, pressing into your clit making your brain mush.
âShit, Y/nâŠâ he whined when he felt you clench and stiffen. Your legs keeping his crotch and his hips connected to yours.
Your babbled words were unmistakable cries of pleasure as you pulsed around him in your sudden orgasm. Harry choked his own words out, lips against your ear, âMy everything. I wanna give you the worldâŠâ his strong hold on your body as he released into you ached. You already had bruises on your thighs, your ass, your hips, but every time he whispered sweet nothings into your ear it left a lasting mark on your heart. The bruises on your body were all temporary but you would never forget his words.
.          .          .
Walking into the Stylesâ home knowing youâd be sleeping with him in his bed, the bed he shared with his wife, well⊠it felt so much more evil than doing it at your apartment. It felt like a blatant disrespect. A clear signal that Harry was allowing you into the space his wife once occupied. Along with his words to you earlier in the day at your apartment, I donât know if I can ever go back to sleeping next to my wife again now that I get to have you.
âAre you sure this is okay?â You took his hand and looked up at him.
He furrowed his brow and nodded, âOf course it is. Baby, I just want you with me. Thought it would be nice for a change of pace.â
And oh was it nice. Harryâs bed was big and soft and the sheets were buttery. And he made love to you until you both fell asleep. You didnât even wake once at all during the night because the bed was so nice.
It wasnât until your alarm went off that you woke up. 9:00 a.m. on the dot. You stretched and yawned and Harry reached for you and groaned with his face in your hair, âDonât get up.â
You giggled and turned to face him, âI have to work, Harry. And you still have to take me all the way to my apartment so I can get my car.â
âHow about I just drop you off and Iâll pick you up when your shift is over and you can come stay here again with me.â
You pressed your lips to his and hitched your thigh over his hip, âEither way, Iâve got to get going.â
âBut if I take you to work thatâs an extra half hour weâve got,â his long fingers made their way down your side to your bottom, âthatâs an awful lot of extra time.â
âIt kind of is actually. We could make a big breakfast. Or⊠oh! We could get in a run! How does that sound?â You laughed as Harryâs fingers pinched your bum and then moved up to your ribs and he began to tickle you.
âI hate to say, Y/n, but youâre no good at running and you know Iâd just be the one to wind up making breakfast. But if thatâs really what you want then I guess we can use our time that way instead,â he grinned as he began to move away but you tightened your hold on his hip with your thigh and pulled at his arm.
âHarrrryyyyâŠâ you whined his name with a giggle.
He put his hands up to your face and looked at you innocently, âWhat is it, honey?â
You rolled your eyes and groaned. He always did this to you. He knew what he was doing and even though his hard cock pressed into your inner thigh was a dead giveaway of the state he was in he was good at making you fold.
You sighed and pressed your palms into his chest, pushing his back into his mattress and straddled him, âI love you, Harry.â
The pleased smile on his face was warm and loving. You pressed yourself over his hard shaft and leaned down to kiss him. It didnât take long for your body to heat up and your pussy to begin to slip over him easily. With your lips moving together he kept a firm hold over your bottom, fingers reaching around to test you for wetness every now and then.
When you looked at the clock you decided there was little time to waste and you were quite wet so you sat up and pressed yourself down over his tip.
âShit. Just like that huh? Needed my cock that bad did you?â
You swiveled your hips and moaned softly in answer and Harryâs lips parted with a quiet gasp as you squeezed yourself over him, unhurriedly moving him in and out.
It felt good to have Harry like that in the morning. It was something you didnât want to be without. And as apprehensive as you were when you got to his house the night before about sleeping with him in the bed his wife slept in you quickly forgot all about what had you feeling bad. Harry saw to it that you were happy and feeling good. As he always did.
You leaned down, pressing your chest into his, Harry had his hands at your bottom, pushing and pulling at you, slipping you up and down his cock as you kissed the edge of his mouth. You both sighed as you pressed your lips together and slowly kissed. You stuffed your fingers into his hair and he grunted when you pulled gently.
But then he lifted his hips and began to thrust up into you, the tip of his cock smushing into your cervix, and you gasped. Harry laughed and then you lifted so you could see his face.
The first swat to your bottom was unexpected and had you yelping and jolting in surprise. But then he did it again and you pulled at his hair, âHaarrryyyâŠâ You moaned his name in protest but it was more like pleasure as he popped your cheek again and you laughed. You squeezed your thighs around his hip to still your movements but he gripped onto the soft flesh of your ass and kept pushing and pulling, causing you to glide up and down his cock.
âOh my godâŠâ you breathed as you pressed your palms into his chest and moved with him. Your pelvis was tilted over his and it had you fuzzy and moaning with each glide of your clit over him.
âDamn, babyâŠâ Harry squeezed your bum with a pinch, âYour pussy is so creamy. Just drawing my come out little by little like this.â Harry groaned his words. It was true, his steady stream of precome was dribbling into you with each thrust. Your warm, slick walls always drew his cock in deep, milking him perfectly.
âYeah? Sâthat feel good, Harry?â You squeezed as you drew your hips up and he moaned, digging his fingers deeper into the meat of your ass, âCause it feels so good for me.â
âFuck. Mâgonna need it like this every morning. Okay?â He gritted his teeth as he watched you jostle gently over him, your hips canting and tits softly swaying, âKeep you with me for good. Make you all mine, get this fertile, creamy pussy loaded with my sperm every day.â
You coughed out a cry, âYes! Please!â
Harry shifted himself, bending at the knees, feet flat onto the mattress, and began to push himself upward into you faster. You gasped and held onto his shoulders as he rocked into you from beneath, the sound of wet skin connecting and slipping together filled the room. Now you were being punched up with each of his strokes, deep into your pussy over and over again.
âWant my come, and my babies honey? Would you like that?â Harryâs words were spoken tight and whiney as he trembled from the exertion of his muscled thighs working himself into you.
âWant it. Want you to make me yours,â you spoke between gasps as your cunt tingled in indulgent lust. Your pussy gripped him tight as you felt the ache of his head ramming through your walls.
Harry gasped with your tight squeeze around him, coating him and gliding over his twitching cock. You both cried out, intoxicated with love and physical need.
You couldnât stop the wave of your orgasm from bursting as you shook and clamped down over Harry. He gripped you tight and continued fucking into you, moving you along his shaft as you came with whimpers and moans.
âHolyâŠâ Harry gasped as he felt you fluttering and clenching around him deliciously. You were a tight fit but you were gushing around him and he used his leverage to tug you up and down, letting you feel all of him as you writhed in ecstasy.
âOh fuck, honey!â Harry moaned when he felt his orgasm burst out of his balls. He pulled you down onto his hips and pumped himself into your walls, teeth clenched, groaning, chest flushed in heat.
You could feel him twitching and unloading into you as he loudly moaned in rhythmic bursts.
When you finally caught your breath you collapsed onto his chest, still trembling. Harryâs big hands ran up and down your spine soothingly while you both breathed heavily.
Harry brought a hand up to the back of your neck and pulled you up, pushing your mouth to his.
As your lips were still pressed to Harryâs you both heard Faeâs voice suddenly, âDad?!â
Youâd never moved so fast in your life as you pushed yourself off Harry and jumped out of his bed.
Harry sat up quickly and dashed to his dresser to grab a pair of shorts, âJust⊠stay hereâŠâ he glanced at you as he rushed his words out and jumped on one leg to pull his shorts up. Grabbing a shirt he put it over his head and jogged out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
You had your hand pressed over your chest and stood between the wall and Harryâs bed as you heard muffled voices coming from downstairs. You couldnât move for a few moments. Finally, looking around his room you saw your clothes draped over the bench at the foot of the bed along with your bag and purse. Walking toward the bench you shoved your things under the bed and slid your t-shirt on over your head. That had been a very close call.
Harry was surprised that his daughter had stopped by at all. By the time he got to the bottom of the stairs heâd pulled his shirt over his head but his cock was still half hard and his hair was a mess. Not the most ideal way to greet Fae but he didnât have much choice. Better that than the alternative. He didnât even want to think about how that would have gone down. His bedroom door had been wide open as you two had been having sex, loudly.
âHey, honâŠâ Harry hugged Fae loosely and smiled.
âWhat were you doing?â She looked him up and down in scrutiny.
âI just woke up a bit ago. Was sitting in bed looking at my phone. Havenât really done much of anything yet.â
âYouâre all sweaty,â she groaned and turned to walk upstairs.
âWhere are you going?â Harry rushed behind her.
âI left a suitcase in my room and I wanted to bring it to my apartment,â she paused and turned back to him, âWhy are you so jumpy?â
Harryâs heart was pounding. He knew he was probably quite jumpy given the circumstances, âI just didnât expect you. Caught me off guard.â
Fae looked at him like he was crazy and turned to finish ascending the stairs.
Harry followed close behind his daughter and spoke loudly, âWell, youâre always welcome to stop by Fae. You know that.â
âWhy are you shouting? Are you okay?â Fae scrunched her brows and shook her head at her dad.
You heard the commotion and then Harryâs voice. Kneeling down behind the bed you kept your eye on the bedroom door. Just in case Fae should enter.
âYes, Iâm fine. Sorry,â Harry lowered his voice but hoped you heard him. He imagined that you already were hidden and aware of everything going on. He doubted his daughter would need to go into his bedroom but still.
Harry leaned against the door frame as Fae looked through her closet for the suitcase, âItâs not here. Do you think itâs in your room?â
Harryâs heart rate picked up once again, âNo. I doubt it. Havenât seen anything like that in there.â
Fae sighed and peeked under her bed, not finding her suitcase, âIâm just gonna check in your closet if itâs okay,â she spoke as she walked toward Harry who was at her doorway.
Harry put his hands on Faeâs shoulders to stop her, âNo! Uh⊠Iâll go check. Just keep looking. Iâll be right back!â
âSeriously, Dad. Whatâs wrong? Are you hiding someone in there?â Fae laughed out her last sentence but Harry stopped in his tracks and turned to look at his daughter with wide eyes.
âWhy would you say that?â
Fae stopped and cocked her head, âWell, I was kidding. But youâre starting to make me think I wasnât far off.â
Harry licked his lips and shook his head, speaking loudly once again, âNo. Of course, Iâm not. Iâll check in my room you just⊠keep looking in your room. My roomâs a mess. I donât want you to see it.â
However, if there was anything about Fae that was consistent from childhood through adulthood it was that she was nosy, and if she wanted to find out information she would.
You panicked and slid under Harryâs bed just as the door opened. There was no good spot to hide in his bedroom. The bathroom or the closet was an option but those were no better than just being under his bed.
Harry stepped into his room and looked around, not seeing you he moved to quickly look under his bed and saw you on your back with your eyes closed, âNothing under here,â he spoke loudly and Fae passed him into the room to open his closet.
âYour roomâs not messy, Dad. Youâre being really weird.â She looked into his closet and up on the shelves, not finding the suitcase.
âDang. Wonder if Mom took it when she left. Iâll have to call her. You sure nothingâs under your bed?â she stepped toward the bed and Harry quickly hopped in front of her.
âNothingâs under there. But I think there are a bunch of things in the hall closet. Letâs go check there.â
Fae pointed at her dad, âIâm on to you. Somethingâs going on here and Iâm going to figure it out.â
She walked past him to leave his bedroom and Harry let out the breath he was holding.
You were sure youâd been caught when Fae stepped into his bedroom. At first, you figured there would be no reason for her to go into his room but you were clearly wrong.
You continued to lie still under his bed with your bag at your feet as your heart thumped loudly in your chest until the moment she left. You opened your eyes and waited. You werenât going to move until you knew for sure the coast was clear.
It took a few minutes. Harry wanted to wait until he saw Fae pull away in her car before he gave you the all-clear.
Running up the stairs toward his room you heard him as he ducked down on the side you were laying, and put his hand on your arm, âHey, baby. Sheâs gone.â
He helped you out from under the bed and you felt like you were in shock. The morning had started off so perfectly but the reality of what you were doing crashed down on you when your best friend arrived.
You were even still wet between your legs, Harryâs come on your thighs, as you hadnât had a chance to clean up.
âIâm sorry, Y/n. Are you okay?â Harry pulled you into his lap. He sat on the rug and cradled you into his arms.
âI donât know. That was⊠I feel awful about this.â
Harry put his hand to the back of your head and kissed your forehead, âDonât feel awful. We canât help our feelings, Y/n.â
You nodded and closed your eyes, âI know. I just wish the circumstances were different.â
âMe too.â
Faeâs surprise visit put you behind on getting ready. You didnât have time to shower after wiping up and getting dressed and now you had no choice but to let Harry drop you off at work so you wouldnât wind up being late.
Harry parked at the front of the restaurant and you leaned in to kiss him goodbye, âThank you, Harry. See you tonight.â
He grinned and pulled at your arm, pressing his mouth back over yours once again before parting from the kiss, âIâll be here to pick you up at 8.â
The moment you walked inside your boss was there with a confused look on her face, âIs that your boyfriend?â
You paused and looked outside as Harryâs car drove off and then back at your boss. You hadnât expected that anyone would see you, âUh. Yeah. He is.â You figured there was no harm in admitting he was your boyfriend to your boss.
âInteresting.â She gazed out the glass entry into the front, âHe looks awfully familiar. Except the man Iâm thinking of is married and probably 20 years older than you,â she shook her head and looked back at you. âSame car too.â She raised her brows and sighed as she looked at her watch, âWell, anyway. Your first table was just sat. You should probably go clock in.â
Fuck.
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