Babe!! Can we get some Cheater H smut where he’s at the gym and he’s fucking Reader and then his wife comes in but he keeps going and she doesn’t notice? I need that so bad OMG
I Don’t Wanna Talk To You*
warnings: smut, cheating, dry humping, unprotected sex, praise, dumbification, lil bit of exhibitionism, creampie
pairings: cheater harry x reader
masterlist | harry styles masterlist
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“Harry?” YN calls, closing his front door behind her as she steps out of her shoes and makes her way further inside. She takes a peek at every room inside on the first floor of the house, frowning when she doesn’t see him in any of them. His car is definitely in the driveway and his location definitely says he’s home, so she heads up to the bedroom to see if he’s there. She finds the bed unmade but his slippers are still there, so she’s left to believe he must be in the basement.
She quickly jogs quietly down the stairs, the sounds of grunts and pants leading her directly to where he is. She steps inside the open door of his home gym, and lo and behold, she finds Harry in all his glory, in the middle of a drop set of deadlifts. His muscles are on full display, his back flexing with each rep. He hasn’t noticed her yet, so she takes the time to admire, subconsciously squeezing her thighs together at the thought of him making those sounds because of her; straining above her the way he is now.
The grunts haven’t stopped, the noises only fuelling her crude thoughts about the man she’s been dating for a year now. It only continues for about three more minutes, and then she’s watching him as he walks over to the wall nearest him and places the dumbbells down, squatting down to take a sip of his water. Everything he does ignites a fire in her that’s unexplainable. Her thighs are beginning to ache with how hard she’s squeezing them together, and they damn near snap in half when he finally turns around and notices her, his eyes lighting up and a dimpled grin covering his face immediately.
His eyes trail over her body as he strides toward her, and her heart is beating so fast she thinks she’ll pass out right then. He doesn’t even try to hide it when his eyes linger on her chest before trailing down to her thighs and he’s smirking when he sees how tight she’s clenching them. The sight ignites something in him as well, his cock stirring slightly in the loose shorts he’d chosen to workout in, but he forces it down. When he reaches her he leans down and intentionally presses a sweet kiss to her lips, moving away before she can deepen it. It pulls a needy whine from her lips as she chases his with hers, and he gives in immediately, wrapping one hand around her throat as their lips meet again.
She’s shifting on her feet and moaning into the kiss, nearly melting into the floor when his tongue starts to explore her mouth. With his free hand he reaches for the front of her tube top and frees her breasts, making her groan as the cool air of the gym begins to harden them. He begins to roll one between his thumb and forefinger, separating their lips and pressing their foreheads together to gauge her reaction.
“M’glad you’re here, baby,” he coos, rubbing a thumb over the hardening bud. She smiles brightly at his words, thinking he’s finally going to give her what she’s literally craving right now, but he doesn’t. “Need a spot for these bench presses, my love. Can’t be getting stuck,” he finishes, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.
Her smile falters just a bit as he grabs her hand and leads her to where he’ll be working next, and then he’s climbing onto the bench. She’s just standing there sort of awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what he wants her to do. “Cmon, hop on top,” he teases, chuckling as her eyes go wide, but she does as he says.
As soon as she’s comfortable, he goes straight into his sets, and he can’t even lie and say that he doesn’t exaggerate his grunts a little bit because he knows what they do to her. The fact that she’s sat right atop his abs isn’t helping either, she can feel each and every strain of his muscles whenever he goes to push the bar back up. The thin grey biker shorts she’d worn today and forgone panties with don’t stand a chance with how wet she is, and when she feels his abs graze her swollen clit it takes everything in her not to cry out in pleasure.
Harry just acts as if he’s none the wiser, continuing his set like he doesn’t feel the small amount of wetness she’s left on his stomach, or the way she throbs each time his abs flex against her. It takes all of his restraint when he feels her give into the temptation and start to rock her hips down onto his abs, but he has absolutely none left when she just begins to moan shamelessly at the pleasure she’s experiencing.
He places the bar on the rack and moves his hands to her hips, helping her to move along his abdomen. Her moans have picked up so loudly that they’re echoing throughout the small room, and his cock has become rock hard in his shorts. All he can do is ignore the throbbing and watch YN as she’s in absolute bliss above him, her head now thrown back as she gets closer to her orgasm.
Deciding to make the experience even filthier than it already is, Harry speaks up. “Such a dirty girl,” he rasps, watching with hooded eyes as hers meet his. “So desperate f’me you’re just grinding on my tummy, poor thing. Just couldn’t wait, hm?” his teasing does nothing but urge her toward the edge, and she’s nodding with all her energy, unable to find the words to express what she’s feeling, but he knows. “I know, darling. Cum f’me. Cum all over me and I’ll give you what you need.”
Those words are all the encouragement she needed to cum, her hips stilling and her legs shaking slightly as her orgasm wracks her body, a loud cry of pleasure leaving her. She cums so hard tears form in her eyes and start to fall down her face as Harry helps her ride it out, gradually slowing the movement of her hips until she’s grounded.
She eventually comes around breathlessly, her chest heaving. Harry doesn’t waste another moment and he helps her off of him before he’s easing her onto the floor and on her back, climbing on top of her to bring their lips together. The angle provides him with the perfect angle to slot himself between her thighs and press his throbbing bulge against her, bucking his hips slightly at the feeling of her wetness beginning to leak onto his pants.
The action makes him graze her clit slightly, and she whines a bit in overstimulation before he’s pulling away to look down at her. He groans out loud and his cock twitches at the sight before him; her little grey shorts are absolutely drenched from her orgasm, the dark patch in the middle glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the gym.
He can’t help but bring his hands to her waistband and begin helping her out of them, and he becomes absolutely feral when he sees a string of her wetness connecting her to the shorts. Bringing them down past her ankles, he takes just a moment to admire how beautiful she is, and any other time he’d simply eat her out until she passed out, but he’s too desperate to feel her.
So he frees himself from his pants and immediately lines himself up with her, pressing his tip into her swollen pussy. Her eyes flutter closed at the stretch, and when he just slowly pushes in until their hips meet, she wraps her legs around his hips to press him as deep as he can go. They’re both already wrecked, so close to cumming and he hasn’t even started to fuck her properly. He gives her a bit to adjust before he pulls out and plunges back in just as deep as before, setting a punishing pace from the beginning.
YN’s moans and the sounds of their skin meeting are loud in his ears as the pace surprises her, and she can feel the light dusting of hair on his pubic bone grazing her clit, making the feeling that much better. Placing her hands on either sides of his head, she brings his lips to hers and moans against them as he literally fucks her like it’s their last time together. She can feel her orgasm burning deep in her belly, her back beginning to arch until they’re interrupted.
The sound of a phone ringing on the floor next to them disrupts the little bubble they've formed, and when Harry pulls away to look down at it, a dark smile takes over his features as he realizes it's his wife FaceTiming him. He flips it around to show YN and her eyes widen when she realizes he hasn't slowed down even a little bit. She goes to ask him if they should stop but he speaks up before she can, pressing himself inside of her as deep as he can, making her choke on a moan.
"If I answer this call, will you be a good girl for me and keep quiet until I finish?" he asks her, reaching up with the hand that's not holding his phone and pressing his thumb into her mouth, a satisfied hum coming from deep within his chest when she nods enthusiastically, immediately closing her mouth around the digit.
He's still pressed deep inside of her their hips flush as he swipes the button to answer, turning his camera off as the call begins to connect. The moment it does, he can't resist the urge to roll his eyes as he sees his wife sitting at the fanciest brunch restaurant in the city, sipping on what he knows is the start of her bottomless mimosas. He can't even imagine the hit their bank account has taken, because he knows she loves to go shopping with her friends to show off and they always end up at the expensive restaurant they reside at now.
"Harryyy baby. I miss youuu," she drawls, the way she says his name making his nose scrunch up in disgust as she gets closer to the camera and forms her lips into a pout. He resists the urge to gag and decides to take his mind off of it, pulling his thumb from YN's mouth and bringing it down to her swollen clit and pressing down firmly before he begins to rub slow circles right on the head.
He watches YN in pure adoration as she brings her lips into her mouth in an attempt to keep quiet, and he decides to make things even harder by pulling out of her until his tip is resting at her entrance before slamming back into her. He thinks he'll cum right then when her eyes roll back into her head and her hands flail around to find anything to ground herself, a small broken whimper leaving her lips from the sensation. He’s brought back to earth, though, by the annoying, high pitched sound that is his wife’s voice.
“Do you want to say hi to my friends, they really want to meet you someday. I was thinking maybe they could come over to the house today?” she questions, her voice hopeful. But Harry couldn’t care less, all he cares about is making YN cum again before he literally explodes inside of her without warning.
"No, I'm busy actually, about to eat. I'm gonna have to call you back when I'm done, okay?' he asks, not really waiting for an answer before he ends the call and tosses the phone to the side. He thinks he hears her call out an ‘I love you’ but he brushes it off quickly, picking up his pace and basking in the sound of YN's cry of relief at being able to moan as loudly as she wants. "Fuck, did so well for me," he praises, trying to stave off his orgasm until she cums, his mind turning to mush at how perfect she is and feels. She's just babbling wordlessly beneath him, the intensity of everything that's just happened only aiding in the building of her orgasm.
He’s fucking her so deep she feels like she can’t breathe, no thoughts in her head as he just continues to wreck her, his hands nearly bruising her hips with how tight he’s gripping them. He can feel her start to flutter around him a bit, making him groan at what’s to come.
“That’s, it, baby. Gonna cum for me?” he coos condescendingly, and all she can do is nod, making him chuckle at how wrecked she is beneath him. “My dumb little baby, hm? Can’t even think when I’ve got my cock in you,” he teases.
YN’s eyes are just squeezed shut at his words, her body going completely numb before tensing, her pussy locking down on him so tightly he struggles to move as her orgasm finally washes over her. The orgasm moves through her body in what feels like waves, small shocks causing her to twitch lightly. Seeing and feeling her in so much pleasure actually triggers Harry’s orgasm as well, and he buries himself so deep inside of her, his jaw dropped as a broken sob leaves his lips, his balls drawing up so tight he swears they’ll explode. Then the tension is leaving his body and he practically screams as cum starts to spurt from his reddened tip and deep into YN, painting her insides with his orgasm.
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Summary: You get pulled over by Officer Styles and you'll do anything to get out of a ticket. 2.7k words
Warnings: Officer Styles isn't nice and he's quite a (big) dick, smut, degradation, cheating, unprotected sex, mean Harry, power imbalance, you causing a mess in Officer Styles' backseat, NSFW, 18+ only
cop!harry masterlist
You weren't accustomed to driving on the left side of the road so you were trying your best to keep in your lane while searching for where the windshield wipers toggle would be as it began to lightly rain.
"Fuck!!!" You shout into the quiet car as you haphazard your way down the road. Your vacation to London started out perfectly and tonight was no different. You'd been able to meet up with friends you met at college and reminisce. It was your first time in the UK and your first time driving on the left side of the road.
You pressed the brakes as you came to a sharp corner, still searching for the toggle for the wipers to activate, it was difficult seeing out the rain-droplet-covered windshield. You slowed down too quickly, though as the car you were driving began to skid a little. When you'd regained control of the car you kept yourself at a slower pace while still reaching around behind the steering wheel to feel for the wipers toggle.
Suddenly there were lights flashing behind you and you realized you were being pulled over. Fuck fuck. This car didn't even belong to you. It was your friend's that you'd borrowed.
You pulled your car over to the side of the narrow street and the police vehicle behind you pulled in near your rear bumper.
After a few minutes of you taking deep breaths the police officer arrived at your window and tapped, motioning with his finger to open it.
You rolled your window down and planted a big smile on your face and tried to get your story straight in your mind, but telling the truth was probably going to the be the best way out of this.
When he leaned in, he shined a light into the car and asked you for your driver's license. His voice was deep and smooth. You couldn't make out his face just yet with the light shining at you.
You remained quiet until he leaned in again, handing your California ID back to you. He turned off the light and that's when you saw his handsome features.
"You were driving quite erratically back there. Care to explain what's going on?" He placed his elbows into your open window and ducked down enough to hear you, but with the rain and splashes that were dripping down into the car was distracting to you both.
"I am not used to driving on this side of the road. I'm so sorry!" You explained. The officer uncrossed his arms and dipped his face back down again to look at you.
"Let's go sit in my car. It'll be easier than standing out here in the rain."
You followed him to his car and got into the passenger seat where you tried explaining what'd happened but you were struck by how gorgeous this man was. You could see tattoos peaking out from the edge of his cuffed shirt along his forearm, his light green eyes taking in your own appearance, dark curls, now wetted with rain, sharp jawline...
You adjusted yourself in the seat in a way that allowed your skirt to ride up dangerously high, but not so that it would appear you'd done it on purpose. Maybe you could flirt your way out of this. Or who knows, maybe you could wind up getting lucky tonight after all, as that was your goal when you went out in the first place.
You didn't miss the way the officer looked down at your bare thigh and then back up to your eyes as you spoke about how you couldn't find the wiper toggle.
"When we're done here, do you think you could help me find the toggle? I know it sounds so dumb, but I just don't know where it is. I'm so dumb sometimes. I'm sorry officer." You smile up at him and bit your lip.
His face remained stoic and calm but he did allow his gaze to drop to your lips.
"I can take a look when we're done here. That car you're driving, is not registered to you, nor is it a rental. Who's vehicle is that?" He speaks with his eyes pinned on you.
"It's my friend's actually. I'd really like to avoid a ticket or anything at all if possible." You lick your lips and drag your eyes over his uniform and broad stature.
"And how would you avoid such a fate? I should be writing you a ticket right now." He cocked his head in wait for your answer.
"I'd be so thankful if you didn't. I don't know what I could do to avoid getting a ticket. Is there any way to talk you out of it?" You noticed his name tag pinned over the breast pocket of his shirt, Officer Styles.
"You should be thankful. But I don't accept bribes via talk. If you're plan is to talk your way out of it then you're out of luck." He furrowed his brows as you wiggled a bit in your seat, angling yourself toward him.
"I see. Well, Officer Styles, is there anything I can do if talk is off the table?" You gulp hard. You were really pressing your luck here. You could get thrown in jail for your behavior.
Officer Styles pulled his eyes from you and leaned forward toward where a black box sat on his dash. He flipped a metal switch down and the green lights that blinked along the front dimmed down and only one red light remained lit. He turned back to you and put his hand through his hair as he looked at your mouth then back down to your thighs, which were now quite exposed from the position you were seated in. When you saw his attention on your thighs you parted your legs a couple of inches in invitation, if he felt so inclined.
"I have something in mind. But I'll need you to comply fully. No talking back, no smart mouth, just do as I say and I'll let you go without a fine."
Your eyes widened and you nodded at him as he slid his warm palm over the inside of your thigh and upward into your skirt. You opened your legs further for his access as the officer turned his whole body toward you.
"Okay. Good." He pinched at your thigh as he told you the rules, "We're going to move into the back seat and you're going to ride my cock like the little slut you are. But if I hear one bratty thing come out of your mouth I'm not going to let you come. Instead, I'm gonna fuck your mouth raw until you can't see or speak. Understood?"
You nodded and squeaked out a whine. Officer Styles was so fucking hot and you were going to get fucked by him in the backseat of his police vehicle. His dominance was a turn on and you wanted to comply so he'd be pleased with you.
You both exited the car and climbed into his back seat. You were immediately being dragged across the seat into the officer's lap where he pushed his lips onto yours, licking at your mouth, causing you to open up for him. The kiss was frantic and hard and you whined again, feeling his hardness poke at your center. He flipped your skirt up and grasped onto your ass, squeezing incredibly hard making you moan into his mouth. You ground down over him and he tilted his hips upward allowing you more friction from his cock.
Suddenly Officer Styles grabbed you by your hips and moved you off of him and began undoing his belt and trousers, pulling them down just enough so that he could pull his thick cock out through the front opening of his briefs.
You waited patiently for him as you watched his hard cock sway with it's heavy weight. You couldn't wait to sink down on him and feel it inside of you.
"Alright, now climb back up. Gonna show you how sluts get treated when they try to bribe cops." He spread his legs and planted his feet flat on the floor of the backseat.
You climbed over him, feeling your panties already soaked. He was hot and bossy and his cock looked very delicious. When you'd settled over him he slid his fingers into the band of your thong and ripped at it, causing the fabric to fall away from you. Now your bare, wet pussy was nudged onto his his thick and wide cock. You rocked over him again, wanting to feel him against you.
He smacked your ass hard, causing a shocking sting to travel down over your body. It rocked you forward into him and you moaned. He did it again as he leaned into you and bit down over your bottom lip.
"Fuck, you're already so wet for me, aren't you? Needy little slut, needing to get fucked by a cop, huh? So, climb on. Let's see how much you can handle."
You let out a groan as you brought yourself up and held onto the officer's strong shoulders. He held his hard prick up to your hole and swiped around a bit, nudging his abundant head up to your clit and then back down to you dripping entrance. He sighed as you began to sink down over him and you moaned loudly at the feeling of the stretch.
You had to move up and down a bit to really get adjusted and to finally sink down over his entire length, but once you were seated firmly onto the officer's lap with his cock tucked firmly inside of you, he showed no mercy as he began fucking up into you, smacking his groin into you at each thrust.
Your mouth parted and you were being bumped up quite violently with the force of his cock inside of you, sliding through your walls and pushing into you so fucking deeply caused you to see Jesus Christ himself. You'd never been fucked like this before. His feet planted and thighs working his hips as they thrust, you could do nothing but take it.
"Fuck! Oh my god!" Was all you could get out before he smacked your ass again.
"Taking my big cock into your little cunt like a good slut." Officer Styles grunted out. You couldn't make much noise because air was being punched out of your throat each time he drilled himself up into you.
The slick sounds of your cunt being smacked into and Office Styles' occasional grunts and dirty words were the only noises filling his car.
When the officer slowed his pace after cursing you could tell he was on the verge of coming. His slower pace allowed you to moan and gasp at the repeated forceful intrusion of his long cock, reaching deep inside of your tummy.
"Mmm... Feels so good." You moaned and keened as your clit was dragging over the fabric of his briefs that he'd left on for ease, his slick cock poked through the opening of the front, buried deeply into your cunt.
His hands grasped at your thighs and he moaned when he looked down at where you two were connected, his girthy shaft disappearing into your pussy at each thrust.
"You've been a good little cock slut for me, so I'll let you come this time." He angled his hips upward sharply and you yelped at the pinch it caused inside of you. Officer Styles was too deep for you. Normally you'd have told whatever guy you were fucking that it was too much, but you wouldn't dare tell Officer Styles to stop. He was doing you a favor by letting you get out of a ticket and letting you come, so you wouldn't complain at how deep he reached and how it ached in your tummy when he thrust into you sharply like he did just then.
"Thank you, sir! I want to come. I'll be a good cock slut for you!" He rolled his eyes to the back of his head as he looked up toward the ceiling of his cop car. Seeing your drenched hole take him in was sending him over the edge too quickly and he needed to pace himself so you could come around him. He loved the feel of women coming around his cock, it made his own orgasm that much better.
"Then come. Fucking come on my cock. Let me see you." He brought his gaze to yours as he slurred out his words. He was losing his mind having you around him like this. He'd fucked many women, it wasn't hard in his position. Not only was he a man in uniform, but he was attractive and confident. He'd rarely ever been turned down. He got all the pussy he wanted, when he wanted it. On the regular. But he really enjoyed fucking your tight little pussy with your tiny skirt flipped up over your hips. You looked so good stuffed full of his cock.
The officer's sharp strokes up into you caused you more pain but it turned into euphoria paired with the friction your clit received from his briefs. You began to shake and moan loudly, your heart rate picked up and you threw your head back in ecstasy as your orgasm crashed through you violently. You dripped down over the officer's pants and over his briefs, soaking him all over and even onto the seat below. He'd need to change his briefs as soon as he got home before his wife saw the mess you'd caused.
He released his orgasm into you, coming when you squeezed over his cock with your pretty little whines and moans in his ears. Officer Styles groaned into the car when the force of his climax throttled him. He held you down on him as he came inside of you, whimpering his own curses and praises into your ears.
When your brain collected itself the officer smacked your thighs, "Up you go."
You shakily climbed off of him and watched as his come spilled out onto his pants and onto the seat of his car. You covered your mouth, eyes wide, hoping he wouldn't be mad.
"Goddamnit!" He shouted as he wiped over his pants and then looked at you. You didn't know it would be so messy, and it wasn't your fault that you dripped him out like that so you stayed silent, waiting for his next comment.
He grasped at your chin and shook his head, "Couldn't have been helped, could it? You're just a simple cock slut who didn't know any better. Here." He leans down and grabs your torn thong and stuffs it into your hands.
"Can't have my wife finding your panties in my car, now can we?" He chuckled and tucked himself back in before redoing his belt.
You take your wet panties and ball them up into one of your palms and try to open the door but it's locked from the inside.
"Hold on. I'll open up your door from the outside, just wait here." The officer steps out of the vehicle, slamming the door behind him before rounding his car and opening up your door.
"Now, you needed help finding the wiper toggle?" He says as you climb out.
"Yes. Please, if that's alright, sir." You follow him to your car and he scrunches himself into the tiny car and turns on the engine before easily finding the nob to turn on the windshield wipers. He points to where you find it, "Right here is the switch. Turn it toward yourself to increase the speed, away to decrease and turn off." He climbs out and motions for you to get back into your friend's car.
When you've sat into your seat, the officer is still standing there, holding onto the door, waiting for you to get situated. He watches you with a frown and leans over you to buckle you in.
"Not too smart are you? Now I've just potentially saved your life by buckling you in. You owe me. Take this." He hands a card to you and it's got his department info on it, along with his name and a number. Harry Styles.
"Thank you, officer. Again. For everything." He keeps his face hardened but you see the smallest edge of a smile creep onto his lips as he closes the door and walks back to his car, which you watch in your rearview mirror until he's completely out of your site and inside of his own vehicle.
prompt (kofi commission): Mama tacos I wanna commission cheatingrry break up with Anna BUT u don’t have to do it right away like if u have other stuff planned I’m so fine with waiting I just kinda wanna guarantee it and just know that’s it’s coming in the future u know hehehe aka The Breakup Fic.
Word count: 6.5k+
Warnings: mentions on domestic abuse, smut, harry cheats on OFC w/ YN; MINORS DNI, 18+
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It didn’t feel quite real when Harry woke up.
All the memories of yesterday flooding back to him in a rush of emotion and pure, unadulterated happiness that all his dreams are finally coming true.
YN is nearly on top of Harry as she snoozes, he’s flat on his back and has her face hidden in his neck, chest on his, and thigh slung over his hips.
He gently wriggles under so he can lift up her left hand, just the smallest amount, and notices that the engagement ring is still sitting firmly on the finger he’d placed it on last night.
Harry couldn’t explain the thoughts that were coursing through his mind, that after all this hard work and dedication to making her better that they were able to get to this point.
The girl he’d been desperately in love with since he was fifteen, she was finally his in every way, and he was just internally growling with possessiveness.
The ring looked so fucking pretty on her finger, it matched her - beautiful, one-of-a-kind, and just breathe-taking.
He was going to marry her, actually, truly now has confirmation that he’ll be able to make this woman his wife.
Sue him, he’s a guy - he can’t help it if his cock twitches a little bit at the thought of her spread underneath him every night for the rest of his life.
Harry had already convinced himself that if he didn’t end up marrying YN, he probably would have never gotten married to anyone else.
A quiet intake of air interrupts his thoughts as YN stirs awake, taking a few snuffingly breathes - lips smacking against his chest.
Panic shoots through his entire being, now was the absolute moment of truth, what if she woke up and regretted it?
What if she wants to hand back the ring and act like nothing ever happened?
Harry doesn’t think he could mentally handle that with a serious breakdown in the process.
“You’re too sticky,” YN complains with a sleepy rasp in her tone, voice croaky but she makes no attempt to move from her spot.
Harry’s hand moves to thumb over her cheekbone as she blinks tiredly up at him, “M’only like this because you’ve been clung to me like a little monkey the whole night.”
“Lies,” She giggles when he starts to tug her up closer until their noses are basically touching, her eyes twinkling and happy, “My fiancé shouldn’t say such hurtful things.”
And there it is.
“Baby,” Harry croons in complete bliss, making her laugh from her belly when he begins to pepper kiss all over her nose, cheeks, jaw in adoration, “I-I am so god damn proud of you. You’re finally mine, pup.”
“You know I’ve always been yours,” She whispers with a more serious tone, wriggling as close as possible - he still smells like his cologne from the night before and it’s intoxicating.
It makes tears prick behind his eyes because he’s always known that but now it finally feels that way as he looks at his strong, empowered, confident fiancée.
“Please let me have you, darling,” He pleads softly, lips brushing more meaningfully against hers this time and his hands sliding down her sides to her hips, “Need to show you how much I love you.”
“You think you deserve it?” YN teases playfully, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth and giving it a nip.
“Don’t deserve you,” Harry murmurs honestly, licking over his bitten lips, “But hope you’ll still let me have you. Give you what you deserve - spread you open, make you drip, make you feel good.”
Fuck, he was irresistible from the low, croak of his morning voice to how his eyes were flickering between her lips and eyes.
“Come on, might as well practice your husbandly duties,” YN remarks coyly, dragging her cold toes across his calves, “Prove to me you’ll be a good one.”
And bingo, YN should have known that was going to strike a chord because Harry's mood shifts dramatically from soft and sweet to rough and predatory as he quickly flips them until she’s on her back and he’s straddling her hips.
Harry gives her a wide, sharp smile as he chuckles deep from his chest, “Oh puppy. M’gonna show you what a good husband does.”
“All talk, no action,” She taunts just to make him bristle before he’s cutting off anything else she’s about to throw at him by putting his index and middle finger to her lips.
“Suck,” He commands, his tone has lost its teasing edge and now he’s telling her exactly what to do for him.
And she just melts so fucking beautifully when she wants to, which she does right now, her eyes become wider, more unfocused, and she whines but opens her mouth.
“There my good girl,” Harry murmurs proudly, eyes darkening as her tongue twirls around his fingers, playfully bringing her teeth down on his knuckles, “Get ‘em wet for me.”
YN does as she’s told, lapping at them as she keeps her gaze on him, wriggling her hips in excitement when with his free hand he shoves her underwear down until they’re stuck around her thick thighs.
He takes his now damp fingers down between her legs, even though she was slick enough on her own before he’s teasing at her entrance.
“Stop teasing,” YN hisses, she always got so fucking bratty when she wasn’t in the mood to be edged at all and it made Harry lean down to bite at her jaw, “Make me come.”
And Harry submits for her, like he always does, shucking off her panties before his fingers are slipping in easily and the right velvet of her walls make him twitch as he crooks his fingers toward her spot.
“I’ve always given you what you wanted, yeah?” Harry murmurs softly, his fingers are moving at a torturously slow rate - making her full and wanting more.
“Always,” YN agrees sweetly, letting her legs spread open as far as possible to welcome him in, her excitement coating his fingers as she tries to push down on them.
“Cut it out, you’re not riding them right now,” Harry scolds with a grunt when she tries to build up a rhythm by using her thighs as momentum, “If you don’t stop being greedy, I’m not making you come.”
YN begrudgingly stops moving her hips down with a narrowed glare and a pouty lower lip that Harry has to bite at until she squeaks.
“There’s my good little wife,” Harry coos because the words taste so good on his tongue, his sweet scared girl - trusting and confident because she knows what she is so fucking certain of what she wants now.
“H,” YN whines, moving down to wrap her fingers around his wrist, halting his motions between her legs until they lock eyes again, “Please baby, need you in me. C’mon, don’t want to be teased, just want it.”
Harry wants to bite her again, make her shimmer down but she’s bossy and he folds to her every single time - the only person on earth who he’d follow blindly.
“Okay, okay,” He simpers as he sits back up, he wants to get his mouth on her - lick into her until she’s teary and hazy but he can always get back to that afterwards.
Despite the fact that he has the urge to grab himself at the base, tease his ruddy head against her clit, smack the weight of it there and just barely push in but he knows he’ll only get pushback from her because that’s not what she wants right now.
Instead, he tucks himself into her carefully even though he doesn’t need to be - her cunt is slick and open for him, giving him not resistant but still snug as all hell around him.
He thinks this has to be the closest thing to heaven.
“Yes,” YN hisses in a high pitch mewl that makes his hackles raise, when she tries to meet his hips to get more movement, he grips her waist and pushes her down against the mattress - stilling her.
“What has gotten into you, puppy?” Harry grits out in impatience, holding her steady and letting himself rest at her opening before slowly but fiercely thrusting into her.
“We’re engaged,” YN whispers almost like it’s a secret as she pulls him down with a hand weaved through his hair until their lips are locking together, “We’re going to get married, have babies, grow old together.”
Harry gasps into her open mouth, his breath taken away because just like the night before it truly hits him again and he doesn’t even recognize that he has tears trailing down his cheeks.
“Yeah,” He laughs shakily, not even able to focus on kissing her, “I’m going to make you my wife, give you as many babies as you want, take care of you until forever. You’re mine, aren’t you? Finally fucking mine.”
Her thumbs come up to brush the wetness away, “You know you’ve always been it for me. Through it all, H. Never have given it to anyone but you.”
It makes a spark of proud possessiveness lick up his spine, nearly purring as he murmurs, “Only one who’s ever going to eat this perfect little cunt, tease it, fuck it. Right, pup?”
The words have YN trying to squeeze him between her thighs before letting them fall open again to reveal herself to him like a fucking birthday present.
“Look at her,” Harry admires pleased, thumb coming to rub tight circles on her swollen bud as he starts a steady pace of fucking into her.
YN gets frustrated because now Harry’s being bossy and she just wants to take control - her orgasm has been teetering for the past few minutes and she wants it wreck her.
She bats his hand away from her, ignoring his hiss of irritation when she scootches up the bed until he’s completely out her - cock drippy with a mixture of both of them, hard, and so fucking thick.
Before he has time to complain, she’s rearranging them until she can straddle his hips and slide right down onto his length the way she wants.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” Harry moans out, body melting against the headboard as YN takes what she wants, grinding her hips in deep circles to hit her spot while her clit gets the friction from his pubic bone, “S’yours, can’t believe you ever had to doubt how much it is. Got the sweetest pussy on this earth, fuck.”
It made YN swell with confidence as her orgasm starts building in no time once again but it tips her over the edge when Harry uses both of his big hands to push her tits together and take quick turns nipping and sucking at her nipples
“Oh, yes. Feels so good,” YN mewls, hand coming to cradle the back of his head to keep his mouth working on her chest as she speeds up her hips on him, using him to get her own pleasure.
Harry is so gone for his girl, admires how she has no shame in chasing her pleasure as she rides him - not trying to be sexy or get him going (even though it does) but to find her own euphoria - eyes squeezed shut, sweat beading at her temple as her rhythm is sloppy and uncoordinated as she cries out as she comes.
When YN starts to shake as she slumps against him in the aftermath of her peak, Harry moves to grip her hips, steadying her as he pumps up into her only a few times before he’s letting out his own growl of release before allowing his hips to fall back down to the bed.
In this moment, as YN nuzzles her face into his neck - her hair sticking to the dampness of his skin and he wraps his arms her to keep her tight to his chest - well everything was worth it.
The years of heartbreak, different girlfriends he despised, the tears, the anxiety, the late nights of just holding her through flashbacks, the copious amounts of hours he sat in a full waiting room as she did trauma therapy.
He helped heal her, make her whole again, ready to take on the world - now she was ready to live her life truly with him and it makes him feel indescribable, like his body is too small for all the emotion he feels.
Harry doesn’t realize how long he was wrapped up in his thoughts because what shakes him from them is a light snore from his fiancée.
YN had managed to drift back asleep despite what an awkward position she was cramped into as she splayed across his chest with her lips near his pulse point - safe and satisfied.
He can’t help but snort at how adorable she is as he readjusts her until she’s laying back fully onto the bed and grumbling tiredly.
And Harry can’t be blamed if he drifts back off to sleep for a little while longer.
- later that day -
Harry decided a public place was best for breaking up with Anna, he didn’t want to spend another minute attached to this woman, and so after he woke up once again, he texted her to make lunch plans to end it once and for all.
After she had pushed him last night, put hands on him, he felt any ounce of sympathy that he would have for ending it dissipated from his body - she didn’t deserve empathy anymore.
Anna was truly under a delusional impression, Harry and her had been through some of the nastiest fights she’s ever had with a boyfriend and she always thought he never broke up with her because he was that in love with her.
Never could she have guessed why he had stuck around and how it actually had nothing to do with her, that she was a pawn to prove loyalty to another.
He wasn’t even a good partner, he was sharp, impatient, cold, and unapproachable but to Anna, it was more enticing that she could tell people who her boyfriend was - wealthy, self-made, and extremely extremely attractive.
Harry even picked an small, quaint little brunch place in a fashion district of the city to help aid the harshness that was about to come.
He hoped a nice, busy restaurant would dissuade Anna from having an absolute raging meltdown that Harry was preparing for.
The last step before it’s just him and his fiancée, he couldn’t wait to get this over with, and get back to his love.
“Thank you for asking me out,” Anna starts as they get seated after meeting in the front of the old brick building, “I’m really sorry about how I behaved last night. It was unacceptable.”
Harry inhales a deep breath before nodding in agreement, “You're right. It was completely unacceptable for you to put your hands on me.”
Anna’s brows furrow at the way he chose to phrase his words, she was under the impression that this was just another one of their fights that would be swept under the rug.
“I just pushed you. Don’t act like I hurt you,” Anna bites back defensively, she didn’t appreciate that he was making such a big deal of a little shove.
“It’s not about it hurting or not,” Harry grits out, trying to keep his cool, “It’s the fact that because you were upset with me, you thought it was okay to do that.”
“If you wouldn’t have treated me like that, I wouldn’t have had to do that,” Anna scoffs, easily transitioning the blame to him instead as she takes a sip of her mimosa.
“I’m allowed to have boundaries,” He points out with annoyance, “I wasn’t feeling well and you tried to push your way into my house.”
“Yes, sorry for trying to be a good girlfriend,” She retorts with a tone drenched in sarcasm, accompanied by a roll of her eyes, “Why are you acting like such a baby, huh? Big bad man can’t take a little shove from a girl?”
Harry is desperately trying to keep his emotions under control as Anna tries to demean and gaslight him without even trying to disguise it.
It isn’t even close to the first time.
-
“You need to come to this party with me,” Anna sneers angrily, a bottle of perfume whirling past Harry's head and smashing against the wall behind him, “I’m sick of you being so inconsistent. You need to act like a fucking actual boyfriend.”
Harry feels his heart rate pick up as he looks back to see the sticky, sparkly perfume stain the starch white of the wall - glass fractured and broken on the ground.
“Throwing shit at me isn’t going to make me stay,” Harry roars back in her face, disgusted by who Anna turns him into as a person.
-
“It’s over,” Harry sighs, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “I can’t do this anymore with you. I should have ended this a long time ago.”
Anna’s eyes widened, she had the audacity to actually be surprised, “Wha-? Harry, no. No, I’m sorry. I just - stop, you’re not breaking up with me. No.”
Harry shakes his head, praying she keeps her voice down, “I am. I am breaking up with you, Anna. It’s just not working out. I can’t fucking stand you, you can’t stand me. It doesn’t make sense.”
“We-we can make it work. I’ll do better, Harry. I promise, please baby,” Anna cries in a nasally whine that has him clenching his fist from how obnoxious and overdramatic it is.
“No, really. I need you to listen, it’s over,” He’s calm with his words, sipping his glass of water and not engaging back in her fight - letting her act like a tantruming toddler.
It’s just…Harry doesn’t have any empathy to watch a grown woman throw a fit like this over when he’s watched YN go through so much worse with stoic and strong composure.
YN only threw tantrums when Harry teased her too much when she just wanted him to make her come - he smiles softly to himself at the thought before Anna’s crying interrupts it.
Harry just watches as Anna’s expensive mascara runs down her cheeks, dabbing at them to prevent smudging, and she’s giving him these puppy dog eyes.
“I’m sorry, Anna. I am,” Harry lies to help smooth over the situation, “We just aren’t meant for each other. I’m sure you’ll find someone who -“
“You fucking prick,” Anna cuts him off, tears halting with her teeth clenched as fire blazes behind her irises in disbelief, “I knew it.”
Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion until he follows Anna’s gaze to his neck - where no doubt YN has sucked a gnarly hickey onto that was supposed to be hidden under his collar but must have gotten exposed.
“How long, huh?” Anna demands, a shrillness coating her words, “How long have you been fucking that bitch while with me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harry lies steadily, he wasn’t going to bring YN into this like Anna wanted.
“How long have you been fucking YN behind my back?” She repeats in pure fury, “I should have known that pathetic girl would manage to make you feel sorry enough for her scar-riddled body that you’d give in and stick your dick in her.”
Harry refuses to argue with this woman but isn’t going to sit her and have her disrespect the love of his life.
“Have a nice life, Anna,” Harry tells her as he fishes out his wallet, placing a few bills down for the drinks and the food that hasn’t even been delivered yet, “Lunch is on me.”
Anna apparently isn’t happy with that though before she’s pushing out of her chair and tugging her purse onto her shoulder.
Before Harry can react, Anna is snagging her alcoholic drink and throwing it onto him - drenching him in a mixture of orange juice and expensive champagne that automatically makes his curls become limp in front of his face.
By the time he wipes his face with the napkin, eyes burning from the alcohol, she’s already stormed off and left.
Despite how much he reeked of mimosa, his gucci shirt was ruined, and the whole restaurant witnessed the incident - he had to chuckle to himself.
He was finally fucking free of that bitch.
It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t attempt to call him, text him, and even show up to his house a few times to no avail to apologize once again.
But those calls, texts, and knocks on the door go unanswered as Anna dwells on Harry, he’s too busy creating his new life with his favorite person on this earth.
- five years later -
Anna had just gotten seated with her parents at one of the most exclusive restaurants in London, her father managed to snag a reservation after a long month waitlist.
Her boyfriend, Todd, had also accompanied them - dressed not nearly fancy enough in a pair of loose jeans, scuffed up dress shoes, and an atrocious teal colored polo.
They’d been together for nearly three years, he hadn’t made any move to make things more serious with a ring or even ask her to move in with him.
He was mediocre at best, dull and liked to ditch her on the weekends to go watch rugby and drink pints down at the pub with his high school friends where they still basked in the memories of being popular over a decade ago.
Anna’s parents like him well enough but she was thirty now, they wanted her to settle down, get married, have kids, and it didn’t look like that was happening any time soon.
She would be lying if she said she’s forgotten about Harry, still daydreams about what their life would have been like together with vacations in Italy, a massive diamond on her finger, a few children with nannies to watch over them as they globetrot.
However, Anna had never heard from him since that fateful afternoon nearly five years ago when she had splashed a drink in his face.
All of their shared friends cut ties with her, Mitch, Sarah, Niall, none of them ever talked to her again after that.
Anna never actually knew if it was YN that she was dumped for, she had just assumed but even if that was so, she’s sure Harry would have gotten sick of her bullshit and left her soon after.
She imagined that Harry was probably switching around girl to girl every night, a different model-esque woman in his bed every night before he kicked them out with taxi fare the next morning.
“Let’s go get a drink, yeah?” Todd asks, dragging her out of her thoughts, “The waitress looks super overwhelmed. We can just order from the bar? Take a look at the view or something?”
It was a rooftop restaurant, overlooking the skyline of London’s buildings - fairy lights sparkling to keep a soft ambiance as the sun set behind the city.
“Sure,” Anna mutters as she begrudgingly takes Todd’s outstretched hand and trails over to where there’s even a wait at the bar but they manage to snag two seats.
After they’re served, they spin on their barstools to face away from the bar and out towards the tables and the view of Big Ben.
“Ma ma ma,” A squeaky, raspy baby voice breaks through Anna’s thoughts - at the table in front of them, it’s just a woman with her back to Anna but she’s holding the baby facing toward her in her lap, “Mamama.”
The woman’s hand reaches up to card through the baby’s insane amount of chocolate curls, Anna can’t help but notice the absolutely beautiful engagement and wedding band on her finger.
“That’s me, I’m your mumma,” Anna hears the girl’s mother humming to her baby, “You're so smart, my little love. Such a good girl.”
The voice sounds familiar but Anna can’t place it, maybe someone she went to school with or did yoga alongside at some point.
The girl is beautiful, her little features striking and baby soft like a cherub, she’s smiling at her mother with only two chiclet teeth onto her bottom row, and the curls in front of her head gathered into a small black bow.
She’s wearing this adorable onesie dress with a scalloped collar, a printed skirt that was definitely Burberry, with miniature Mary Janes on her feet.
“Mamama,” The baby giggles again happily, chubby fingers weaving into her mother’s hair as she brings herself even closer to her parent - the woman welcomes it, sprinkling kisses all over the baby’s glowy cheeks.
It was moments like this where Anna wanted a baby, who loved her unconditionally but she wasn’t sure she would ever give up her full attention to a child and have her life revolve around something other than what she wanted to do.
Anna’s eyes dart to the entrance when she sees someone she hasn’t seen in five years, someone who she thought about regularly still, and the five years have aged him like fine fucking wine.
Harry Styles.
He looks impeccable.
In a black, well-tailored suit with a barely buttoned white dress shirt underneath, a slim black silk scarf wrapped around neck with a cross necklace dangling between his pecs.
He stands tall and broad, his shoulders straight and wide as he runs a ringed hand through his hair as he glances around the rooftop, looking for someone.
Anna thinks he must be here for a business meeting as his eyes search the crowd and for a moment, her heart sinks into her stomach and she swears Harry meets her eye and smiles widely.
Holy shit.
Anna blinks harshly when he starts to stride toward her with a soft grin and waves, she waves back but furrows her brow when his eyes don’t meet hers like she thought they were from further away.
The moment is cut, reality seeps through as that same high-pitched baby voice squeals out excitedly, “Dadadada.”
Anna quickly realizes that the baby is calling to Harry, she’s calling Harry ‘dada’ but then she’s wondering maybe it’s a coincidence and it’s not his child.
However, it’s not, not when Harry steps over to the table and leans down to kiss the woman on the lips before gazing at the child.
“Dadadada,” The infant persisted through enthralled babbles, reaching out and smacking his cheek gently before whining for him.
“Hi pup,” Harry coos sweetly, his gravelly voice sending a certain feeling of arousal down Anna’s spine that’s uncontrollable, “You talking to your daddy? You miss me, darling?”
It was his baby.
As he scoops the little girl up, naturally propping her on his hip and nuzzling his nose into her curls before kissing her temple and then nose.
“Dadada,” His daughter chirps once again, just so besotted with her father as he cuddles her as close as possible.
“Look at you,” Harry praises through his thick accent, rubbing his scratchy cheek against hers, “I missed you so so much. Were you good for mumma?”
“Always is,” The mother responds before she tugs on Harry’s scarf to bring him down onto another kiss, that lasts a minute too long for such a public setting.
“Mm,” Harry rumbles against the woman’s mouth, his hand coming to thumb over her plump lips with a deep fondness, she notices a thick gold band sitting on his ring finger.
The woman turns around in her seat to sift through her diaper bag for a little jacket for their daughter as the light breeze brings a sharp nip to the night air.
When she turns, Anna feels her stomach drop through her stomach and down to her feet, it was none other than YN.
YN fucking YLN, we’ll probably now YN Styles.
Rage, jealousy, envy surges through her body when she realizes her daydreams of them never actually making it together as a couple weren’t true.
“C’mon, your parents are ready to order,” Todd nudges her before sliding off the stool and pulling her towards the table where then she is seated with Harry and YN right in her eye line.
She can’t focus on anything that her parents or boyfriend are trying to discuss as she watches Harry settle down into his chair with their daughter splayed like she owns him in the cradle of his arms, her legs idly kicking as she pulls his fingers toward her mouth to gnaw on his knuckle.
He looks so much the same as he did when they’d dated but just a bit different, his hair was longer, skin a bit tanner, and a few faint lines appearing on his face but barely noticeable.
Anna hated to admit it but YN was gorgeous, she always had been but age and motherhood had done her well as she sipped a glass of sparkling water with a lime in it.
YN lets out a peel of laughter when Harry winces, the baby’s sharp tooth catching him but when he huffs out a low groan of pain, his daughter just looks up at him and smiles before blowing a raspberry at him.
Harry gives his wife a fake glower of anger before leaning down to blow a return raspberry on the little girl’s belly as she giggles wildly at her father’s tactics.
It disgusted Anna how much he seemed to love the baby, his wife, all of the bullshit.
Anna tries to focus on the soup in front of her, and manages to stop staring for a bit until she sees Harry shrugging out of his suit jacket, balancing the baby on his thigh.
The girl is crying, making grabby hands towards her mother as tears streak her cheeks, pathetically whimpering, “Mamama.”
“Hold on,” Harry murmurs to his daughter, bouncing her as uses his free hand to drape the article of clothing over his wife’s shoulder, “Your mumma is gonna feed you, pup. No tears, my love.”
After YN is set up, Harry helps guide the curly haired baby under the blazer and it’s obvious that YN is feeding her - Anna feels another bomb of jealous at what she witnesses.
Harry leaning over to kiss his wife’s forehead before peeking down between her shoulder and the gap between the article of clothing as he watches his baby eat for a moment before pulling back and giving her one more kiss and whispering something softly to her.
That should have been me, Anna thinks angrily, wanting to smack Todd’s hand off her thigh just because, even though he did nothing wrong.
Anna doesn’t stare while YN’s is feeding, feels like that’s weird but as soon as the now full, drowsy baby is satisfied - YN shuffles her into her father’s arms to excuse herself to the restroom.
Now is her time.
She didn’t have a plan, per se, but Anna makes sure the top of her dress is as low as possible to put her breasts on display, hiking up the hem of her dress to make it a bit shorter.
Anna heads towards the bar, strutting right past the table but Harry doesn’t even glance up - he’s eating his dinner with one hand as he rocks the baby in the crook of his elbow with the other.
Shit.
Anna orders a drink before making her way back, can’t stop herself as her hand brushes the back of YN’s empty seat, “Oh my god, Harry. It’s been forever.”
The man glances up at her with a confused wrinkle before recognition flits over his face, almost instinctively he hikes his daughter further into his body, as he puts down his fork.
“Anna,” Harry nods in a tense tone, seeming like he wanted to be anywhere but talking to her, using almost a professional tone, “How have you been?”
“Great,” She lies, leaning over a bit and internally cursing when his gaze doesn’t even drop to glance at her tits, “Is this you daughter?”
She tries to appear nonchalant, like she hasn’t been watching them this whole time.
“Yes,” Harry replies cautiously, “She’s eight months.”
“Oh, nice,” Anna smiles like she cares, “All settled down now? When did you get married?”
“Been married about four and a half years.”
He knows Anna’s mind will be whirring, doing the math, and the shock hitting her, “Wow. Didn’t waste any time. Six month after we broke up….you got married?”
Harry shrugs with almost a secret smile as he smiles down at his daughter, booping her button nose with his index finger, “Yeah, guess you were right all along, Anna. YN really was the one. Isn’t that right, Cleo Mae? Isn’t your mumma the one?”
“Mamama,” Cleo agrees in a serious babble before reaching to bite at the teething toy YN had pulled out for her to chew on.
“Fucking dick,” Anna hisses, falling back into her old patterns like clock work as she scoffs and stand up straight, “That’s all you were, a dirty cheater.”
Harry straightens up, not appreciative of the tone she’s taking in front of his daughter, “Maybe one day you’ll fall in love and understand. Maybe you won’t. You were never going to be able to compete with YN, Anna. I think deep down you know that already.”
With that, Harry doesn’t want to make the situation worse so just like he did five years ago, he pulled out some bills - left them on the table and began to gather their belongings.
YN trails back over to the table, eyes widening in surprise at seeing Anna for the first time in years, and deciding not to say anything at first, rather just swings the diaper bag onto her shoulder and tuck away Cleo’s teething toy.
“I don’t know what kind of shit you’re trying to start but you need to back the fuck away from my family, right now,” YN hisses threateningly as she slips her coat onto her shoulders and stares down Anna.
Anna doesn’t miss the way Harry beams with absolute pride in his wife.
The joy that settles in his stomach with the words ‘my family’ because they were they’re own little happy family of three.
When Anna turns on her heel, back to her own table, she wishes she didn’t hear Harry murmur, “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Let’s go home.”
WARNINGS: breeding, stripper, cheating, creampie, slut-shaming, name calling
“Mommy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop. doing something unholy”
(body shop- slang. a sex worker, the sex worker can be defined as “a body shop”. This also has a double entendre, because there is a real club that is also called “The Body Shop”)
“ Alright folks. We have a special girl coming out tonight. She’s one of my favorites, someone you all know and love. Here’s the only and only Ginger Snap with a special performance. Make some noise!’ The Emcee cheered before leaving the stage. The lights dimmed and the music started to play. For the first few seconds nothing happened, people were starting to get impatient, especially Harry. He was about to get up.
And there she was.
“Mummy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop. Doing something unholy.”
Her body glided down the pole with ease. The crowd went wild as her body arched as if she was in a world of ecstasy.
Her ginger hair was smoothed into two pigtails. Her bodice hugged her figure perfectly as she swayed her body to the beat. Her moves fluctuant and with ease. She slowly removed herself from the pole and got on her hands and knees, moving to the bass with rhythm while she crawled towards her customers.
And that’s when she saw him.
With a smirk on her lips she slowly made her way over to one of her regulars, but her eyes stayed on harry.
A lucky, lucky girl. She got married to a boy like you. She'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew
He licked his lips as he examined her body, his blood boiling as someone else touched what belonged to him. She swayed her hips and slowly grinded on him, pressing her breasts in his face causing the customer to groan and grab her hips feverishly. Harry knew what she was doing. And she did it with purpose. She knew how possessive he was, especially when it came to claiming what’s his.
She whispered something in the man’s ear before turning over and bending down so he could get a good look at her ass and figure.
The crowd was going wild. Ginger returned to the stage where she swung around the pole and slowly dropped down to the floor doing an open split.
He's sat back while she's droppin' it. She be poppin' it. Yeah, she put it down slowly.
Bills flew everywhere as she arched her back twirled her hips as she went in circles. One guy reached his hand out on stage with a twenty dollar bill. Ginger gladly took the money and sucked on his finger before letting go with a pop.
Harry was fuming.
Once the song was over Ginger collected her bills, stuffing a few in her breasts for show before blowing the customers a few kisses and leaving the stage.
“Let’s give it up for Ginger Snap everyone! With a body like that she’ll make me do something unholy.” The emcee joked causing the customers to agree and chuckle.
Harry wasn’t amused and refused to hear anymore of this nonsense, so he paid his bill and left lobby.
You know everyone is talkin' on the scene. I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that you've been. And how you don't know how to keep your business clean.
He headed straight to the back, a star was on her door with “Ginger Snap” printed in red. The security guard gave him a nod before letting him enter. He already knew who Harry was. They all did.
“What was that?” He questioned as he slammed the door shut. She wasn’t startled at the slightest. In fact, she was amused. “What’re you talking about?” She looked up at him with curious eyes as she fixed her makeup. “It’s my job. And it’s not like you’re single or anything.” She reapplied her lip liner before pushing her hair up a bit. Once she was satisfied with her look she stood up to face him. “And besides that. People are already talking about you coming around here.” she twisted her fingers nervously. “And you’re married. You shouldn’t be hanging around here.”
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot. At the body shop. Doin' somethin' unholy
“What my wife doesn’t know.” He drew their bodies closer together? their lips barely touching. “Won’t” he pressed a soft kiss to her neck.
“Hurt.”
Another
“Her.”
Another.
He lifted her chin and smashed their lips together, tongues colliding as they removed each others clothing.
“Knew you couldn’t resist me doll.” Harry chuckled against her lips as he removed her bralette. “New you’d stay my little fuck doll. My little toy to do whatever I please with.” A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt his warm tongue wrap around her nipple, her buds hardening against his mouth as he suckled like a child hungry for their mother’s milk.
“No hickeys” She pleaded out as she felt a sharp bite. He looked at her with dark pupils.”Don’t tell me what to fucking do. You’re my property.” He growled before going back to his work. “This ass.” his gripped it firmly, “Mine”. “This neck” he placed a strong hold on it and squeezed, knocking the air out of it. “Mine”.
“And this cunt” he curled two fingers into her hot center causing her knees to buckle. “You already know I own this pretty little cunt. It’s all fucking mine.” She nodded submissively, eyes rolling in the back of her head as she whimpered and pleaded for his fingers to move faster.
“Why should I do that hm?” He whispered. “You’re just a filthy little whore shaking your ass on every men in sight. Showing them my doll.” They’re not the ones fucking you until you pass out. They’re not the ones filling all those holes with cum that drips out of your pussy. Are they?” He spits.
She mumbled incoherently as she tried to focus on his words, her core dripping as she struggled to breathe. “N-no, N-no”
“N-no? N- Is that all you can fucking say? Speak up when i’m talking to you doll. You’re my property. Nobody else’s And I want everyone else to know that.” He let go of her throat harshly before he removed his fingers. “Now.” He licked her sweetness with slow licks before sitting himself in her chair and unbuckling his belt.
“Give me my own private show doll.” He patted his lap and she immediately walked over. “That’s a good girl.” He praised. She bent over and had her backside towards him. Touching her toes, she slowly caressed her body.
“Pinch your nipples” she did as he said, a small moan escaping her lips.
“Come sit on my lap doll. Slowly.” She simply followed orders and slowly placed her self into his lap, a small groan escaped their lips and her hot core sat on his throbbing cock.
You can watch me back it up, I'll be gone in the A.M. (Yeah)
“That’s it.” He teased the tip of his cock on her entrance. “Say please.” He demanded.
“Please.” She pouted. “Please what?” He tapped his cock on her pussy a few times before inserting the tip in her before sliding it right back out.
“Please fuck me sir. I’ll be a good doll. I only belong to you. Please just have your way-“ She was cut off by him plunging his dick into her, a wet moan released from the both of them. “Fuck you’re so tight” He gasped as he steadied himself.
“Only for you sir.” she sobbed. “Fuck it.” He pushed her down on the ground so she was on her hands and knees. “You wanna act like a greedy little bitch i’m gonna treat you like one.”
“You. Are. Mine!” He thrusted each word into her, making sure she would remember who she belonged to.
“I don’t care about my wife. You belong to me. You’re mine. And I’ll make sure everybody knows that.”
Tears were streaming down her cheeks as the pit in her stomach grew bigger and bigger. “God yes! Fuck me harder.” She pleaded as she thrusted backwards to meet his thrusts.
“That’s right, fuck yourself on my cock. You know how much you need me.” He breathed as he laid a few smacks on her ass.
“Come on.” He rubbed her clit vigorously, “Cum for me. Show me how good my cock makes you feel.”
“Show everyone that only I can make you feel this good.”
And that’s all she needed. Her body quaked as her orgasm took over her body. “That’s it, show me how good my cock makes you feel.” He groaned.
Her body was trembling, tears streaming down her face as she crashed onto the floor.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He chuckled as he continued his thrusts. “Not until I mark you.”
“Awe you’re sensitive?” He fake pouted. “Too fucking bad, should’ve thought about that before acting like such a slut.” He breathed.
“Oh fuck me.” He threw his head back and howled as he came deep inside her, his thrusts not slowing down to make sure he fucked her nice and deep.
He let out a breathy sigh before pulling out of her, watching as she stayed crumbled on the ground.
“Next time.” He breathed out. “Think about the consequences before you decide to try and fuck around with somebody else knowing you’re mine.”
And he left her on the floor, fucked out and sinful, waiting for his next return.
and she couldn’t wait.
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop.
Doin' somethin' unholy
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It was 3:36 in the morning and I was standing at my door face to face with boy that had completely shattered me 1 month prior. I was wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks. His eyes were rimmed with red and were glossy, a dead giveaway that he had been up crying for some time now.
“You never just want to talk Harry.” I replied in a sour tone, partly from being woken up at such an early hour and partly to keep myself from crying.
“No. You don’t understand. I really need to talk to you Y/N.”
I had never heard such desperation in his voice. He was always confident, every word he ever spoke he was sure of it. But this time was different. He undoubtedly didn’t have the right to feel hurt, but he did, and I felt bad for him.
“Alright, you can come in. But this isn’t going- “
I wasn’t even given the opportunity to finish my sentence before I was overwhelmed with his lips. One hand was on my hip guiding me towards my bed, while the other swiftly shut the door.
He was at an advantage, and he knew it.
It was like I was drunk off him. I couldn’t focus and I couldn’t get around to stopping what was happening. His lips sent me into a haze. This time it was different.
“I want to show you how much I love you Y/N. Please let me, please.” His voice was shaking while his words were casually interrupted by the occasional cracking of his voice.
“No.” Slowly my arms found their way from Harry’s hair to his chest, giving it a quick but gentle shove.
“You came to talk remember?” I spat at him, mostly to convince myself that I shouldn’t cave, as I have many times before.
We sat there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. Me, staring at him with hot tears running down my cheeks as a silent plea for him to say something, anything, and him standing there, lips slightly parted with his arms folded loosely in front of him. I was beginning to run out of patience when I heard Harry begin to speak softly.
“I understand that I am the last person you want to see right now. But I just came to tell you that I’ll never love anyone the way I love you, and I mean that. No one compares to you. No one will ever take your place. I’m sorry for all the nights I was away and didn’t even call you to let you know to not wait up for me. I’m sorry for not treating you the way you deserved. And I know you don’t love me anymore, but just know that when I leave, and we never see each other again, you always own a piece of me, that’s all.”
I couldn’t speak, so I just looked down. I could still feel Harry’s eyes on me and there was nothing I could do about it.
“Please say something Y/N” He pled
“Why are you crying Harry? You did this.” My words caught him off guard. His face was frozen with this look of shock, as if he didn’t see this coming.
“I didn’t fuck this up. I didn’t allow my girlfriend to come home and find me naked in bed with another girl. I didn’t give up 2 years for one night Harry. I didn’t do any of that”.
“Y/N I-“ He tried to defend himself but I quickly cut him off.
“Actually, you know what? I’m sorry. I’m sorry for ever thinking you could commit to me. I’m sorry for seeing the best in you and ignoring what everyone told me. I’m sorry for putting up with all your shit. And I’m sorry for ever falling in love with you, but at least I know now that none of it was real, right?”
I was screaming at this point and Harry was just standing there taking it, until he decided to speak up.
“You know I love you, so don’t ever say I didn’t.” He spoke quickly, as if he was afraid I was going to cut him off again before he could get his sentence out.
“I hope you stay up crying at night, wondering what you did to make the one person you gave everything to, not love you anymore. You deserve to feel worthless, you deserve all the heart ache. And guess what, it’s gonna hurt so fucking bad because I’m the one and you know it.”
I was breathing heavy. Tears were still coming down my face but they had slowed dramatically. All Harry could do was stare at me, there was no way for him to defend himself so I didn’t expect him to say anything.
“I’ll leave.” He said with his voice so low I could barely hear him.
When I didn’t respond, Harry began making his way to the door. I couldn’t move. It was like my feet were suddenly apart of the floor, and no matter how bad I wanted to stop him and tell him everything was going to be okay, I couldn’t.
So, I didn’t.
The slamming of the door brought me out my haze and back to reality. It was finally done. The end of an era. No more Harry and Y/N.
Harry taught me a lot. He taught me that beds were meant to be shared. He taught me to appreciate little things, like hand written letters or smiles from strangers. I needed to learn how to be alone because our bed turned to my bed, our couch turned into my couch, our bathroom turned into my bathroom, and our apartment turned into my apartment.
But lastly, I turned back into me. I wasn’t his girl anymore.
I was me. And my heart was my heart, once again
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YALLLLL I AM SO HAPPY TO BE WRITING AGAIN!
This is an old repost from my old account but still i am just so happy. i recently graduated college so i have more time to write whatever you guys want! thank you for taking the time to read this its an honor.
This is probably so deranged of me, but I’d love a cheater!h smut blurb about harry’s wife catching them, but harry not caring nor stopping??? LMFAOO sorry that’s probably so wrong of me 💀
No cause I'm right there with you on this... Like imagine the dirty talk 🤭.
Ever since y/n and Harry had sex for the first time, they've been going at it like rabbits. Y/n has been discovering what she like and doesn't, and Harry is coming to the realization that innocent, pure, y/n is more kinky than he imagined.
Today, the place of choice for them was Harry's house. They never really go their cause his wife is always home, but she was out of town visiting with some old friends for two days.
The minute they got inside the house they were having sex. Everywhere. They were quite literally unstoppable. The kitchen, living room, dinning room, guest rooms, bathrooms, pool, and obviously the master bedroom, are all tainted with the memories of Harry and y/n's sex extravaganza.
Currently, they are in missionary and Harry is holding a suction toy to y/n's clit, while he fucks her. "Such a good whore for me, taking whatever I give you." Y/n moans at his words and he takes this as an opportunity to spit in her mouth. "Swallow for me."
She is feeling overwhelmed with the amount of sensations going on, but she loves it. She was in a very subby mood today; she was ready to do anything he asked of her. "So much, it's too much daddy. I'm going to cum." Squirming and whining underneath him.
"Go ahead ba-" Just as he's about to give her permission to cum all over his cock, he hears yelling coming from behind them.
"So this I what you've been up to for the past year, hm?" His wife yells out. "Been fucking a slut. You weren't even man enought to ask for a divorce!" She picks up her shoe and throws it at him.
Harry might be getting yelled at by his soon to be ex-wife, but that's not going to stop him from bringing him and y/n to an orgasam. He starts fucking in to her hard. "What did you expect? Her pussy is perfect. She's perfect. You're just an inconvenience to our relationship." He continues to push in and out, hitting her g-spot every time. His and comes off the toy to slap y/n's pretty face. "Just look at her, so ready for me."
"Daddy's cock feels so good in me," y/n has been waiting for this moment for a year and she will not waste time before she brags about it, "it's like my pussy was made for him." She had to break that sentence multiple time cause her moans were just slipping out.
"Come on, cum for me. Soak my cock with your cum." With those words leaving his mouth (and maybe the fact his wife was still watching them) she cums harder than ever before, and squirts all over him.
After she rode out her orgasm, Harry was still going strong, pounding into her harder that before, chasing his own orgasm. "Shit! I'm fucking her raw too so I can her her warm tight count all around me. Best pussy!" The last two words were the last that left his mouth as he came. Y/n was pulsing around his cock when feeling him twitch inside her, and feeling the spurts of cum, come into her pussy.
"Get out, I need to clean my girl up and pack some shit." Harry and Y/n had previously agreed on when/if they got caught or when they got divorced, Harry would move in with her. He looks back at the woman in the door way, "God, i can't believed you stayed and watched that!" He laughs and shakes his head. "My lawyer will send you the papers." With that he gently pulls out of y/n and picks her up. Getting ready for their favorite part of sex... aftercare.
A/n: Ok like tbh don't know if this is good... BUT @jarofstyles has a series called dirty business if you want to read something like this ask! Please like and REBLOG, reblogging really helps my account out! Also follow and send in request, I'm down to write almost anything!
a/n: this has been sitting in my inbox for FOREVER. here it is. i feel like i didn't do too good so im sorry if this wasn't up to par with the rest of my work ):
word count: 1.2k
warnings: cheating, bad words, heavy tension
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Harry was being insufferable.
(Y/N) loved him so much and understood that running his own company was exhausting but she was fed up with his short responses and unnecessary attitude.
Worst of all, it was inexplicable. Harry has had terrible days before, weeks even, and he’d never take it out on (Y/N). She just didn’t understand what was so bad that made Harry become cold towards her.
Their date nights were no longer happening since he was coming home so late almost every night. They’ve barely spoken more than a sentence sine about a month ago. They haven’t had sex since God knows when… Needless to say, (Y/N) wanted to find out what the hell was going on with her boyfriend, and most importantly why he hadn’t sought out to tell her.
Yet another night of waiting up for Harry.
It was 10 PM, (Y/N) waiting on their bed with a wine glass in her hand.
She had this whole script in her head that she’s been reiterating to herself for the past couple of hours, but she knew the moment she saw Harry, that was going to fly out the window. Nonetheless, she tried her best to keep it all in her mind, hoping he was about to arrive any minute now.
And he did.
As the new norm, Harry came into their room quietly, a small frown evident on the pillows of his lips. He barely even looked at (Y/N), fingers working to untie his tie and unbuttoning his blazer. “Hi, Harry.” She called out quietly as he finally brought his eyes to her, humming in response before his attention was fixed back on to removing his clothes.
“Do you ever plan on telling me what’s going on with you? Why you’re so repulsed by me all of a sudden?”
Harry sighed, looking at her as if she were insane.
“What are y’on about? You know I’ve just been having a rough time at work.”
“No, Harry. That has happened before, and you’ve never treated me this way. Something’s going on and I’ve given you space and time to figure it out before you come talk to me, but you haven’t. I’m here trying to pry it out of you.” Her voice was soft and mellow, not trying to sound like she’s accusing him of anything insane. (Y/N) got up, placing her glass of wine on the nightstand before standing in front of Harry, forcing him to look at her, her hand on the dresser, the other one resting on her hip.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry that I’ve been a little distant but there’s nothing happening other than work. Drop it.”
“I’m not dropping shit until you tell me what’s going on. I know you too well. There’s something you’re not telling me so I suggest you tell me now before I pack my bags and leave. I don’t deserve this. I’m way too good to you for you to keep secrets from me and lie to me. Absolutely not, Styles.”
This look came over Harry’s face. One she couldn’t really decipher. She’d never seen it before. It was guilt, pain, and relief, even.
And the thought crossed her mind at the same time that she felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. It was like she almost didn’t even need the confirmation.
“Harry…”
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know how to tell you and I just- I don’t know how it even started but I couldn’t help it.” The frown on his face seemed permanent now, his eyes filling up with tears that (Y/N) would never believe they were real. It was only because she made him say something, otherwise he would never tell her.
Anger and pain washed over (Y/N)’s body, the worst feeling her soul has ever endured. Why her? Why her when she’s been nothing but perfect to the man she loved the most?
“You’re fucking full of it, Harry. You’re fucking unbelievable!” (Y/N) yelled as tears streamed down her cheeks, hands fisted and shoving at Harry’s chest.
“I gave you everything! I stayed here every day, catering to your every need because I thought you deserved it! I have been nothing but good to you, Harry! What the fuck did I ever do to you to deserve this?! Huh?! You piece of shit!” Her hands kept shoving him, Harry allowing her to let out her anger with a guilty expression on his face.
Harry’s hand came up to grab (Y/N)’s wrists in attempt to stop her, “(Y/N), please… Let’s just talk about it. I’ll explain.”
“No! Don’t fucking touch me! I gave you more than enough time to talk to me! Too fucking late now!”
If there was one thing about (Y/N) that was hard to break, it was her pride. She loved Harry so much, but he ruined everything. Nothing could ever fix his disloyalty to her. not when she gave him everything. Not when she would run to be the perfect trophy girlfriend just to make him happy.
“I’m leaving. Forget I ever existed Harry. We’re fucking done.” (Y/N) sighed, wiping the hot tears from her face as she walked into their closet to start packing her clothes.
“What? No, baby. No, come on. We can talk about this, yeah?”
A spiteful laugh left her lips, looking at him as if he just said the craziest thing. “Baby? Now you want to be sweet and talk? You’re delusional.” Her hands were quick to shove her clothes into her luggage messily, doing her best to keep her walls up and strong.
It was like her heart was ripped from her chest. 7 years of their relationship down the drain. Like if Harry paid no mind to the fact that they planned the rest of their lives together. All for what? It was all over, and she didn’t want to break down about it right now. Her main goal was to pick up and get the fuck out of his sight.
She could hear Harry spitting nonsense behind her, his hand trying to come to stop her but she flinched away, drowning out his words and quickly closing her bag as she walked past him and out of their – his room.
“I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again. Please, m’angel. I love you.” Harry ran a stressed hand through his hair, his feet hot behind (Y/N) as she approached closer and closer to the front door.
“We’re done. If you really love me like you claim you do, I suggest you forget I exist. Don’t even try to reach out to me, Harry. I swear I’ll make your life hell.” Her bitter words were followed by tears, her bag in hand as she rushed into her car, quickly pulling out of the driveway to finally sob and scream like she wanted to so bad.
Harry was left in disbelief, standing at the front door like he’d just been shot. Like his life was sucked out of his body and it might as well be because he ruined the one good thing he had in his life. (Y/N). All for some temporary pussy when he had his beautiful girlfriend at home, waiting for him eagerly. This was all his fault. His stupid mistake and that irreparable.
His (Y/N), now gone and taking a big part of his heart with her.
Summary: Harry is your stepbrother and from the first moment you two met there’s been an intense attraction that you’ve been unable to deny. This story follows you and Harry from 22 years old to 28 years old. Life and outside opinion get in the way of you and Harry ever really being able to be happy together in the way you both want.
Pairing: artist!reader + musician!harry
A/N & Warnings: this will be a multi part short series (short for me). This is stepbrother!harry and reader mc so if you aren’t into that this series won’t be for you. Warnings include lots smut, lots of angst, mentions of drug use and inebriation by alcohol, cheating, NSFW, 18+ only (comprehensive list for all parts - I may add to this in the future). 8.9k words
Part I*
Part II ☕️It Can’t Happen Again☕️
You were nudged awake by Harry who was lying behind you, tucked into your back as that was all the room your old twin bed allowed.
“Got to take a piss. S’cuse me.” His groggy morning voice was cute but you could barely open your eyes. You were absolutely exhausted.
After you’d both fallen asleep last night you kept waking up because of how uncomfortable it was to share such a small bed with Harry. And then once he woke up too and began kissing your neck you really couldn't go back to sleep. Slowly, lazily at first he kissed over your skin. It was nice. It turned you on. Pressing your ass into him he rocked forward to rub his quickly rising prick into you. You felt him grow as he rutted his hips. You kept your eyes shut the whole time and Harry’s breathless moans in your ear between soft kisses at your neck were relaxing and exciting all at once.
Eventually you soaked through your shorts and Harry pulled them down to your thighs as he lowered his briefs and rubbed his hard cock over your slit and wet himself and then nudged your arousal into your soft bottom which he used to fuck himself. You were plenty wet for him so he had a nice slick space to use to get off. With your eyes still shut you let him rub into your bum cheeks as you smoothed your fingers over your clit.
Your tiny whimpers and Harry’s low moans were barely above a whisper and it would be unlikely anyone would hear you in the hallway. But it was your bed, the thing was probably over a decade old, that would give you away. The slushing noise of Harry riding into your ass cheeks coated in your arousal was no louder than your tired moans. The rhythmic rocking and squeaking sound of your bed was unmistakable, though.
Harry’s movements picked up as he neared his orgasm, as did your own gasping and moaning. With the increased pace Harry was awarded the perfect friction and he came onto your low back with a heavy groan that was louder than it should have been, along with the bed rocking from his forceful pace.
Your own orgasm was light and gentle. Nothing like what you’d had earlier with Harry. He jumped out of bed and wiped up your back and in between your legs then himself before settling back in behind you. That little extra orgasm was all you two needed to fall right back to sleep.
Now, however, Harry was trying to climb over you to get out of bed without hurting you. You suddenly realized what was going on and sat up to move aside for him.
“Hey, um… let me just check the hallway first, make sure no one is out there.” You say after yawning.
You stand up and stretch your limbs before shuffling toward your door, unlatching the lock and slowly opening the door to peek into the hall.
You turn to Harry, “Okay. I don’t see anyone.”
Harry sleepily heads to the hallway and you close your door and hop back into bed, falling right back to sleep.
When you awake again you realize you are in your bed alone. You don’t know how long you slept after Harry went to use the bathroom or if he came back to bed with you or not. The sun is telling you it’s late morning.
You gently step out of bed and pick up your cellphone to see that it’s 10:37 am. You yawn and stand to your toes. You feel a little spark of excitement at seeing Harry. You wonder if he’s already downstairs with your dad and his mom. You make a trip to the bathroom first and notice how oddly quiet it is. There’s no way your dad and Anne are still asleep. After the bathroom you head toward the stairs to go down and notice that the room Harry would have been occupying appears untouched, the door open, and bed perfectly made.
You suddenly had a bad feeling in your gut. Something wasn’t right. You gingerly made your way down the stairs and strained your ears to hear anything but there was nothing but silence.
When you walked through the living room and then to the kitchen you saw Harry sitting at the small round kitchen table looking down at his phone and then you saw your dad standing up near the window, back to you as he appeared to be just looking out into the backyard.
“So quiet in here, thought everyone had left me home alone.” You greet as you enter the kitchen to make some coffee, which strangely there was none of.
Harry’s head shot up when he heard your voice and he frowned before giving you a look you couldn’t identify. Then your dad turned to you and he was frowning, disappointment in his features.
You look from Harry to your dad and then speak again, “Uh… where’s Anne?”
You dad crossed his arms over his chest, “She went out to buy more coffee. We’re low.”
You breathe out a nervous laugh, not quite sure why the tension is so thick, “No wonder you two look like grouches. Haven’t had your morning cup yet.”
You sat down at the table and Harry’s eyes were still on yours. The strange, upset look he was giving you made you feel on edge. You looked to your dad.
“You guys okay?” You felt the sudden crushing weight of reason on you as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. All at once you realized you’d been caught.
Your dad came to the table and sat down as you now watched him with wide eyes, awaiting his words, his disappointment, his hurt.
“Look… I’ve already discussed this with Harry so I’ll just be quick before Anne gets back.” He clasped his hands on the table before him and took a deep breath before continuing, “I heard you two. I won’t say anything else about it and I won’t tell Anne because it would break her heart, but I will tell you that it cannot happen ever again. You just can’t… I just hope you got it out of your system because… it can’t happen again.”
You looked at Harry who was looking down at his hands. You were too ashamed to look at your dad. You didn’t know what to say. What could you say?
“It won’t happen again, sir. I’m sorry. You’re right. We just got a little too comfortable, and the wine...” Harry mumbled and then glanced at you before looking at your dad. You dad nodded and remained quiet.
You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah. Sorry. We didn’t like, have sex sex if you’re worried about…”
“NOPE! I don’t need details. I just need to know you aren’t going to do, whatever the fuck you were doing, again. Okay?” Your dad raises his brows and the pitch of his voice at you and you nod.
By the time Anne returned with coffee Harry was making an excuse to leave, something you wish you could do but for some reason felt guilty for. So you stayed until 2 in the afternoon, hours after Harry rushed out. The rest of your stay was tortuous and painful.
You didn’t know what you were feeling. You did regret your actions a little. But what you and Harry had done wasn’t that bad was it? Also, he was really good at eating you out. You never even had the chance to attempt to give him a blow job. The rest of your evening you were lost in your thoughts about Harry. You’d never met anyone like him and you really found him to be someone you could easily become very close to. Maybe a little too close, but still.
You pulled out your large canvasses, smoked a joint, turned on some music and began to create. Your emotions, and confusion steered you. But you painted for hours and didn’t worry yourself to work on any of your commission pieces, you just needed to lay the paint onto the canvas and feel everything
When you’d come to a place you felt good leaving you peeled your overalls off (you never wore anything under your overalls while you painted) onto the cloth drop below you and stepped out of the material to walk naked across your studio straight to your tiny galley kitchen. You opened your refrigerator and grabbed the carton of orange and carrot juice you always had on hand. You poured yourself a tall glass of the cold juice and headed to your bathroom.
You still smelled like sex and sweat. Even though you’d wiped up after both times, a real shower was in order. You took a gulp of the juice and then started the water, waiting for the perfect temperature before switching the direction of the flow of water from the tub spout to the shower head. You took another quick sip of your juice and then got into your warm shower, finally rinsing the smell of Harry off your body.
After scrubbing yourself and getting squeaky clean and thoroughly moisturized you went to your bedroom to cuddle into your comfy bed, where you’d sleep so much better than the night before, you thought to yourself.
Plopping back into your pillows you picked up your phone to two Instagram notifications from All_Hail_Harry.
You quickly opened up the messages and sat upright on your bed as your heart rate picked up.
All_Hail_Harry, 10:58 pm
hey
All_Hail_Harry, 11:30 pm
my band is playing a set tonight at midnight at the echo ::link::
You looked at the clock and realized it was 11:36 pm. As you began typing to him that you would be there (really??!!) You received another message from him.
All_Hail_Harry, 11:36 pm
no pressure. but i wanted to talk to you. plus you can hear what I sound like live.
You bit your lip. And hit send.
24ktart, 11:36 pm
YES. see you soon ish
You run to your bathroom and begin brushing your hair and tweezing stray pubes (because you never know, and if you’d ever seen Harry you’d fucking do the same, stepbrother or not), swiping on mascara and deodorant and then finding the perfect outfit which was basic high waisted jeans, a white t shirt tucked in, red chucks, and your moto style black leather jacket. Your hair would air dry and become wavy but you were in a hurry to get on the road so you could make it to the bar by midnight.
When you’d found a spot to park you walked as fast as you could toward the entrance of the building. You looked down at your phone to message Harry that you’d arrived but you saw another message from him.
All_Hail_Harry, 11:50 pm
tell the bouncer your name and you're with me, you won’t get charged entry
24ktart, 11:56 pm
just parked. and thx!
You breeze through the bouncer once you tell him your name and who you’re with. You assume you’ll be standing in the room as they play, which you didn’t mind. You didn’t know how long his set was but you’d happily stay put until the end so you two could talk.
The room was pretty full of people. Most of them seated at tables, some standing up near the stage and you decided to get in as close as possible to the stage, but toward the side a bit for some breathing room. You'd have a good view of Harry and it was possible that if the lighting was right he'd be able to see you as well.
You messaged Harry one more time even though you knew he'd be about to come on stage.
24ktart, 12:00 am
here by the stage, near the side. fyi
When you slid your phone into your back pocket some people came out onto the stage. A girl at the drums, a guy with a guitar, another with a bass guitar and they began to fool around, playing a rocky tune before the tune turned into something much tighter and purposeful and that's when Harry stepped out onto the stage at the front center near the microphone with a guitar strapped to his front.
He strutted up like he owned the whole bar and grinned shyly out into the crowd. His dimple on display and then he let out a small laugh into the microphone before looking down at his fingers as he strummed the strings of his guitar and then back out to the audience, leaning in to the mike, "I'm Harry and we're Harry and the Humans. I hope you enjoy our music.”
With that he stepped back a bit and started just jamming with the band, playing his own part with his guitar until the music slowed a bit and Harry scooted back in front of the microphone and begin to sing. His voice was good. You were in awe of the skill of the band and Harry and you could tell, after only a few minutes of him singing and playing, why he was the front man. His charisma and charm was off the charts. He'd smile into the small crowd and act a little shy at all of the attention, and there was a small group of girls around your age not far from you basically swooning over him and giggling, shouting his name.
Harry danced around a little on stage, his moves were sort of free form, you wouldn't call him a great dancer, but he was entertaining to watch and with how attractive he was, he could just sit down on the floor, legs crossed and win you over. The sound was rock, indie, a touch of pop.
The first song sounded like an original by them, but you couldn't be sure. You knew that their band did covers and originals, but the song sounded so well put together than it could have been something done by a professional, famous artist.
When the second song started with the strum of the other guitars, Harry put his hand over the top of his eyes to look out into the crowd. He smiled at some people and waived. He leaned into the mike, "Lovely crowd tonight. Thanks for showing up. The next song is a personal favorite of mine, hope you enjoy it."
The music began coming together, all the parts filling into one another, blending, increasing in volume and Harry continued to scan the crowd. Suddenly his eyes were on you. He spotted you and his smile widened even more as he waived and leaned into the mike to begin singing.
Harry was truly a force. His whole persona on stage was sex on legs, confident, flirty, and shy all at the same time. The crowd ate it up.
I fell in love with the music and Harry’s on-stage presence. He continued to look my way during the songs and he’d smile shyly, then look down at his feet like he needed to compose himself. Every time he looked at you it was smiles and eye contact and it was something like foreplay. You were nearly drooling as you bobbed your head and swayed to the tunes.
They did a handful of classic rock covers but most of the songs were originals. Their set lasted an hour and once it was done, Harry removed his guitar from over his shoulder and handed it the man who was playing bass guitar. He then jogged to the front of the stage and hopped down, walking right toward you. You stood in place as two girls blocked his path to say something to him. He kept his eyes on you, though and you saw his lips move but he kept moving forward to get to you.
You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face. You felt special being given all his attention at the moment and for much of the show as well.
“Hey! Glad you made it. What’d you think?” Harry gave you a quick hug and he was a little damp but he smelled like cologne.
“You guys are great! I’m so glad I could come too. Nearly went to bed without seeing your messages first!” You laughed.
Harry smiled warmly and grasped onto your elbow, leaning in to speak, “Come with me, back here. If you don’t mind. Just need to finish putting our shit away and then we can go somewhere to talk.”
You followed closely behind him as he led you behind the stage to a small room where some of the band had already put their instruments and electronic equipment. They each greeted you with a handshake. Everyone seemed nice. You didn’t know if you wanted to tell them that you were Harry’s soon-to-be step sister or not but you did tell them your name.
You waited for about ten minutes while Harry and the band ran back and forth packing up a van that was parked in the back. You scrolled through your phone and pretended to keep busy but you were buzzing with excitement at getting the chance to be alone with Harry again, if that was the plan. You didn’t really know exactly.
When the back room had been cleared out all the band members were hovering around near the door. The Echo would be closing soon. You got up and walked around, looking for Harry. The drummer, who was named Sarah, saw you and smiled so you decided to ask her if she’d seen Harry. She pointed toward the door, “He’s out there.”
You went outside and didn’t spot Harry right away but you did hear his voice coming from the other side of the van. As you got closer you heard a female as well and she sounded distraught, so you decided to wait for a moment, not wanting to interrupt anything, but you also were nosy and needed to know what he was saying to this female.
“Not tonight, Tiffany. I’ve got my stepsister coming over.”
“Fuck, Harry. You told me just two days ago that you had something planned for me. I came all the way out here to see you. I mean, you can still have her over but like, we can still fuck around after. Right?”
“No. I’m not fucking my girlfriend while my stepsister is over. I’ll see you on Wednesday anyway. I’m sorry, Tiff. I invited her out and I wanted to hang out with her for a bit. Wednesday, okay, babe?”
There was some silence but you didn’t like what you’d just heard. He had a girlfriend? You decided to round the van and take a look, just to pour salt onto the wound.
You realized what a bad idea it was to see it all with your own eyes once you’d gotten to the other side of the van. There was Harry and Tiffany with their tongues down one another’s throats. Harry had her by the waist and crushed against his body while her arms were around his neck. You thought you might throw up. It was a terrible idea to come see him. You decided maybe it was best to leave. This was ridiculous, right? He was going to be your stepbrother for fucking crying out loud. You two couldn’t be in a relationship. He wasn’t your boyfriend and he never would be.
You quickly walked back into the room behind the stage and your legs walked as fast as possible toward the front of the entrance so you could leave. When you’d passed the bar you heard Harry shouting your name but you ignored it, pretending that you hadn’t heard it. There were still a bunch of people in the bar and the crowd was thickest near where the bartender was still serving for last call. You tried to push past the thick group in your way but it slowed you down exponentially. When you decided to just shove them away you got a couple of comments but it was effective in getting you to your destination to exit the front of the building. You picked up the pace once you were outside and jogged to your car.
Harry was closer than you thought as you heard him shout your name again.
“I fucking know you hear me. What’s going on?” You kept your pace steady and fumbled around to get your keys out and unlock the car door. You hopped in as quickly as possible and your shaky hands slotted the key into the ignition before you turned it and the car started up easily. You looked in your rearview so you could get out of your spot where you’d parked on the street and you saw Harry get into the car directly behind yours.
“Fuck!” Of course you fucking park directly in front of of Harry’s car. You shouted more curses with tears now streaming down your face. Fucking dumb emotions.
You hit the gas and pulled out, checking for traffic and tried to lose Harry but you weren’t a race car driver, nor did you posses the skills to actually lose him as if you were in some sort of Starsky and Hutch episode. In fact, you hit every fucking red light on the way home and Harry kept right behind you the whole way. You wiped your face and took deep breaths. You knew he’d be following you to your apartment. There was no way around it. You’d really be giving him a piece of your mind once you spoke to him.
After the most ridiculously terribly slow getaway (being a getaway driver was not in the stars for you) you parked you car in your complex parking lot and Harry followed suit. He got out of his car, slamming his door behind him as he rushed toward you.
“What’s going on? Why are you doing this? Huh?” Harry growled. He grasped onto your shoulder to stop you but you brushed him off of you, trying to continue walking toward your building.
“Stop! We need to talk. Fucking stop!” He grabbed at you again and this time you turned to look at him and he realized you’d been crying.
“Fuck you, Harry. Tiffany’s probably waiting for you anyway. What the fuck are you following me around for? Leave me alone!” You try to turn around but Harry is holding on tight to you and then he pulls you toward him to stand just a few inches from him.
He dips his head down to look you directly in your eyes, “Tiffany? Jesus Christ…” He stood up straight and looked up at the sky and then back down to you, “This is about her? Don’t worry about her. Not important. I’m ditching a girl who’s a sure thing to talk to you. To spend time with you. What does that tell you?” He laughs in disbelief.
“It tells me you’re a cheater, Harry. You cheated on your girlfriend with your stepsister? This is fucked up.” You shake your head and try to pull your composure back in check.
Harry laughs and nods, “Yeah. I guess I am a cheater. I’m not loyal to her. I know that’s shitty, but I’m a shitty boyfriend. Can we go into your apartment to talk? I’m assuming this is where you live.”
You roll your eyes and nod before Harry lets go of you and you lead him into your apartment. It’s a total mess. You’ve got shit everywhere. You’d spent hours painting and your yet-to-be finished piece was sitting in its easel.
You toed your shoes off and Harry did the same and then you sat down on your couch with Harry sitting down next to you.
You decided to wait for him to talk first since he was the one who wanted to talk and since he was the one who was cheating on his girlfriend. Not that you’d be giving him another chance to cheat anyway.
Harry sighed and leaned back into the cushions and rubbed over his face, “Fuck. Didn’t want this to go this way. I legitimately forgot I’d planned something with her. God…” He shook his head and turned his body toward you.
“You made me forget I had a girlfriend standing in the crowd tonight. I was so focused on you and getting to see you again, I just, I don’t know.” You looked at him and found yourself wishing he wasn’t so attractive. So fucking hot.
“I didn’t make you do anything, Harry. But now that I know you have a girlfriend, what kind of a guy you are, I’m just totally turned off now.” You lied. He was still hot. He’d still be the one you’d think about tonight in your bed alone.
“Don’t say that. Please.” He gently grabbed your hands and brought them up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Please. I’m shitty, but I wouldn’t be shitty to you. I know it’s not like we can date or anything, but I was sort of hoping we could like, be together… like in secret. Fuck that sounds really bad coming out like that.” The last part mostly spoken to himself.
“No, Harry. We shouldn’t continue whatever it was that we started. This isn’t worth it. I’m not a toy to be played with in private. I’m a human being.”
Harry squeezes your hands and moves his head in your path so you’re forced to look at him, “I know. You’re a wonderful, beautiful human and I don’t want to take advantage of you. Never. But I want you. More than I want Tiffany. Maybe, I don’t know, we could like, just get to know one another a little more. I just feel like we’ve only just got started. Ya know? I don’t want this to be over yet. Been craving you all day.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah, craving me so bad you had your tongue down Tiffany’s throat less than an hour ago. Right.” You try to pull your hands away from his but he doesn’t allow it. His grasp gets tighter.
Harry's voice gets deeper and louder, “Fuck Tiffany! Fuck her! Seriously. God! You don’t understand. If you hadn’t seen that I could have explained all this in a different way but… Fuck! Fuck!” He dipped his head down and looked toward his lap for a moment before speaking again, “I want you. I don’t know what that means but fuck everyone else. Okay?” His eyes pinned on yours now and you start to warm toward him a touch but you’re still pissed.
You remain silent as he looks at you, waiting for a response but you give him nothing. Not yet. He doesn’t deserve anything from you.
Harry scoots in closer to you by an inch, his large hands still holding onto yours, “Look. This is fucked, okay? You. That’s all I could think of today. You. You. You. You and me. Nothing else. Nothing else, no one else matters. I don’t give a fuck that I have a girl who thinks she’s called my girlfriend. I know it’s shitty of me to string her along, but fuck! It’s just how it’s been for me. But you. I’d never string you along.” He laughs and dips his head into your view again so you can’t escape his gaze. “You are unforgettable. All those girls I’ve fucked and left, the girls who think they’re my girlfriend, fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em all. Who cares anyway? It’s just sex. Just sex. I know. I know. I’m fucked. But with you, it’s not just sex is it? Look at me.” He grasps onto your chin and guides your gaze back to him. His hold on your chin hurts a bit but you like it. You like him and you hate yourself for it.
You bite you lip as he continues trying to convince you, “I will leave if you want but I’m hoping you let me stay. I’m hoping you let me show you what I can be for you. Because I want you to be something for me. Something different than everything else.” He licks his lips as he drops his eyes down to your own lips.
It’s quiet for a moment. Your tears have dried and you’re sure you’ve got mascara running down your face like an idiot. You can’t turn your head away from him like you want because he’s grasping your chin to keep your attention on him.
“What do you want me to say, Harry? I was so excited to come and see you tonight. But then I saw you with your girlfriend, kissing her and…”
Harry moved his hand from your chin and slowly brought his thumb up over your lip which stopped you mid sentence as you forgot the rest of your point anyway.
“I only want to kiss you though. She means nothing. Okay? It meant nothing.”
You sat still, allowing Harry to rub and push at your lips with his thumb. He had some strange effect on you. It was like a spell and it was something you noticed last night as well. You closed your eyes and sighed.
“Fine. I believe you. But you’re still a dick.” You opened your eyes and Harry paused his thumb over your lip as he smiled in relief.
“I know I’m a dick, baby. Will you please let me kiss you now?” He brought both hands up to hold your face near to his and you had no power to say no to him. His charm made him convincing and his dimple made him look deceivingly innocent.
You grasped onto his shoulders and pulled him toward you so that you could bring your lips together again. Harry kissed you delicately, slowly, using his tongue to touch over your lips gently. There was no hurry, no race to the end. It was just the two of you sitting in your living room with rapid heart beats and flushed faces.
When he’d wiped away any fear you had about his girlfriend he parted his lips from yours.
“I really did want to talk about other stuff too. This whole thing, what I’d planned on saying was done in reverse. I still have other stuff I wanted to tell you. About this morning. When I left your room.”
That caught your attention. You sat upright and waited for him to continue. You nodded.
“Well, the gist of it is that it was way too easy to figure out that I never even went into the spare room and he knew where I was because he said he could hear, like, everything. I don’t know if it was everything but he said both times woke him up. Luckily my mom can sleep through the apocalypse.” He snorted a laugh.
“He really laid into me, though. That was why I left so early. I might have stayed longer through the awkwardness but your dad made it clear he didn’t he want me to so much as hug you in his presence or he’d break my wrist.”
You sucked in a quiet gasp at that. It was surprising to hear because your dad is such a peaceful and easy going dude.
“I’m sure he was just saying that in the heat of the moment. He was kind of extra emotional and intense. I doubt he’d ever… but I just felt like the less contact you and I had in front of him the better. Until he calms down a little.”
Your hands were taken into his hands and you remained quiet.
“I also wanted to say that I’m sorry. For last night. I started coming on to you pretty strong and that wasn’t fair to you. If I hadn’t started it, your dad would have never heard us in the first place.”
You begin to shake your head, “No. What happened between us was mutual. I wanted it. All of it. I hate and feel sick about my dad hearing us but that wasn’t your fault. I should have used my brain. We could have been smarter but we both play equal parts.”
Harry smirks and you can see it in his eyes that he’s about to say something teasing, “Yeah, I mean, you were pretty loud. All those moans and whimpers… I had to stuff my fingers in your mouth and even cover your mouth with my palm to keep you quiet.”
“Shut up! Dick!” You shoved at Harry, but your hands were still in his, which he did not release. He just kept that cocky smirk on his face.
“You liked it. You fucking even asked me to do it. It was hot, though.” Harry dipped his face down to yours, lips less than an inch away, “You’re hot. I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
You realized the current situation. Harry was in your apartment with no one to hear you, no one to hide from, a whole apartment with a full sized bed and a box of condoms in the night stand. You let your hormones do your thinking for you when Harry was involved. Harry was irresistible even if he was a liar and a cheater. At least you knew in this moment he was with you and he wanted you more than Tiffany.
You closed the space between your lips and Harry quickly dragged you onto his lap to feel you closer. Your tongues swirled together as your lips closed over his tongue. He moaned and squeezed at you harder, his grip on your hips keeping you steady.
The tension built heavy between you two. Everything with Harry has been a complete surprise to you since you first met him. You had no willpower when it came to him. You so badly wanted to kick him out and shove him down the stairs for being such a dick to his girlfriend and to you, but you just couldn't. Did you believe him? Maybe not fully. But you couldn't dwell any longer as Harry began to sponge wet kisses down your neck and over your jaw.
"I want you. I really do. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want, though." He leans back to look you in the eyes, "Do you want me? Right now? Should I stay?" He brought his lips over your jaw again, the convincing feel of his lips on you made you weak. You did want him. You squirmed in his lap and decided to just fuck it, fuck everything.
"Let's go into my bedroom." You pushed yourself off of his lap and grasped onto Harry's hand and he followed you into your bedroom, which was much tidier than the rest of your apartment. Harry noted right away that you had a larger bed here as well, which he was relieved for.
You took your leather jacket off and hurriedly untucked your t-shirt and removed it over your head. Harry followed your lead, keeping his eyes on you as he removed his own shirt. He inched his way closer to you as you stood in your bra and jeans and he nudged you toward your bed, climbing over you when you laid onto your back.
He began kissing over you again, down your neck and further this time, as he had more access without your shirt covering your breasts. Harry kissed over your soft flesh and licked the center of your lacy bra right over your nipple. You bra was thin lace and see-through so there was little left to the imagination. He moaned and then squished at your breasts and pushed his hips into yours. His bulge was growing by the minute and you could feel it in between your legs.
You pushed at Harry a little so you could sit up and remove your bra and unbutton your pants. You wanted to have sex with him and you wanted to make sure it happened before you changed your mind because you were teetering a little in your mind. But you wanted to feel him and you wanted more from him despite the consequences.
When Harry saw you unbuttoning your pants he stood from the bed and unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his own pants, lowering them until they fell to a puddle on the floor, his belt clanking with a heavy thud.
You sat in your panties, a matching lace thong you'd picked for tonight, before you knew what you were really getting into. Harry sucked in a sharp breath at your beautiful body and he quickly brought his hands over your hips and kissed your tummy, licking into your belly button, which drew a moan from your lips. You slid yourself back toward your headboard and Harry followed, crawling his way up your bed.
He grasped onto your thighs and began kissing the insides and softly dragging his lips over your soft skin, "Fuck. You're an angel. You are so cute and so hot. I want you so bad." He looked up at you, his light green eyes nearly nothing but black from the way his pupils had dilated. He leaned over you and kissed your lips, spreading your thighs apart. With his lips over yours and your senses completely overwhelmed, he slid his finger to the side of your panties and gasped, "Fuuuuck... you're so wet already. Oh my god." He looked down between you and pressed over your lace covered clit and then back to you, "Can I? Want to have you back in my mouth. Suck on you, lick on you. S'that okay?" His finger still sliding over your clit, your panties wetted from how aroused you were.
You nod, "Yes. Maybe, I can suck you too? I've never done it but I'd like to try it."
Harry groaned and bit his lip with his eyes back on your panties.
"You want to like, sit over my face while you suck on me and I eat you? You've never done it before, though, you sure you want to start off like that?" He rubs over you thighs and you nearly burst.
"Yeah, let's try. Why not, right?" You smile as you dip your fingers into your panties and begin to slide them down, lifting you hips. Harry takes his briefs off and he lays flat on the bed, watching you as climb over him and turn so you can bring his thick cock into your mouth.
Harry gives you a little guidance and he holds onto your hips, "Just suck on the tip and use your hands for the rest. It's gonna feel really good for me. Just mind your teeth and I'll like it."
You turn to him and feel super vulnerable and exposed in your position, with you asshole pointed right at his face but Harry's looking right at your dripping pussy and licking his lips.
"Come on, baby, take a seat." He grasps your hips and helps guide you over his mouth and it sends sparks through you. You get adjusted to the feeling of his mouth on you this position and moan softly before leaning down over him and lick on his head a little. You spit over him like he told you to, to get his shaft nice and wet and then you spread your saliva down over him, making your hands glide over the base of his cock easier. You lower your mouth onto his tip and suck it into you mouth and taste him immediately. He's a little salty but he smells clean.
Harry groans into your pussy when he feels your lips wrapped around his blunt tip. He bends his knees slightly and angles himself so he can lightly thrust as he digs into your cunt. He focuses in on your clit again and you are reeling from the pleasure of it. He's so good and you want to be good for him to so you double your efforts and try lowering yourself over him more. His light thrusts upward are helping you to get him a little deeper as your hands twist and pump at his shaft like he told you to do.
It turns out this position requires a lot of work on your part and as good as it feels with Harry's lips and tongue working your clit you really wanted to feel him inside you. You weren't sure you could come like this and your jaw was getting tired. You sucked over him hard and licked around his slit and brought him as deep as you could but the position was limiting.
Harry, though, was in heaven. He enjoyed this view and the smell coming from you, and the way your lips were working him so when you sat up and lifted your hips from his face he whined and tried to pull you back down over his mouth but you giggled as you leaned forward out of his grasp.
"Um... If you want, if you're up for it... I was thinking..." you felt embarrassed even suggesting it. He might not even want to have sex with you. Perhaps he didn't want to fuck his stepsister. But you'd already started speaking and Harry was looking at you in that way that made you want to ride his cock all night. "Uh... I have condoms and if you wanted..."
You needed to say no more. Harry was sitting up and nodding, "Yeah. Actually, yes." His breathing was hard and he was so turned on. You reached toward your night stand and pulled out a condom, unwrapping it from its foil and kneeing yourself over to Harry so you could roll it over him.
You looked at him as you gently placed the rubber over his tip and he watched you slowly roll it down over him. Harry had never had a girl put a condom on him before and he thought it might be the sexiest thing he's ever seen a woman do before in his life. He was breathing heavy puffs through his nose as he watched you work the condom down over him and part of him was glad now that the condom would decrease how sensitive his cock was so he could last longer, because he knew he'd be coming too soon without one.
"Fuck. So hot having my sister put a condom over my cock like that." He smirked at you, teasingly. You rolled your eyes and didn't care anymore that he was calling you his sister. You just wanted to get that large prick inside of you and feel the stretch you knew was coming.
"How do you want me? Want to ride me or you want me on top?"
You decided it might be easier for him to press into you with you on your back at first, and maybe you'd move to being on top once you'd gotten used to the feel of him.
You laid down onto your back and spread you legs, "You on top first. Let's do that." You breathe out, waiting excitedly to be full with him.
Harry kneed up to you and placed himself in between your legs and when he leaned over you to kiss your lips, his heavy cock settled over your stomach and the weight of it was enough to make your head spin. Please you whine in between kisses and Harry smiles down at you as he angles his hips back to slip into you. He pushes his head in first and it's a shock. Your eyes grow wide at the thick intrusion but Harry sees your lips turn up in a slight smile. You moan as he pushes in deeper and Harry watches your face twist up in pleasure. Harry moans low and dips down to kiss you again.
"M'sister's pussy is made for me. Fuck. Fuck." He pulls out and then pushes back in, repeating his motions a few times as you get used the feeling of his cock sliding inside of your creamy pussy.
When he finally gets in to the hilt he presses in deep and sits still inside of you for a moment and closes his eyes. He sits up and holds your hips to him so he can angle himself to slip deeply into you. Your feet are planted on the bed, knees bent as Harry sits upright on his knees and begins to plunge into your cunt with wet squelching sounds. He looks down at what's happening and it's lewd and it's all he wants. His thick shaft disappearing into your hole with each hip thrust is something songs are written about and he decides he's going to write a whole album about you and your pussy and your lips.
His hips shifting into you and his balls hitting into your ass create the most extreme form of ecstasy you've experienced. Your clit isn't being stimulated at the moment but Harry's hitting something inside of you that aches and makes your eyes roll into the back of you head. It's like nothing you've ever felt.
The bed in your room isn't on a metal frame like the bed at your dad's so there isn't a squeaking coming from it, but, his forceful pounding is causing your wet skin to slap together and your moans are out of control.
"Fuck! You're so deep inside of me. Oh godddd..." You can't control the noise coming from your mouth. Your tits are bouncing at each thrust, his own groaning is getting louder and you're sure you've dripped down your ass.
Suddenly, Harry brings your legs up and puts them over his shoulders and when he pushes into you so he's balls deep again, it's almost too much. You whine and gasp at the feeling in your tummy and then he brings one hand down to rub hard into your clit. You sputter out words and then hang your mouth open. You have a sudden need to have something inside your mouth while his cock is inside your pussy.
"Harry! Fuck!! Oh god... Please!" He presses in deep and smirks at you, but you can tell he's losing it too. His own mouth is dropped open in pleasure.
"Please, what? What do you need, sis. Need your brother to give you something else?" He teases but now you like it and you're so far away from your senses that you don't care and you want his fingers in your mouth and down your throat as far as they can go.
You grasp onto his hand that is supporting himself but he shakes his head, "Baby, I need to be able to hold myself up with something. If you take my other hand I'll have to stop rubbing at your clit."
You whine and pout but then Harry has an idea and he brings your own hand over you pussy so you can rub at your clit and now his free hand is all yours to do with what you wanted.
"Here." He offers his hand to you, not sure what you wanted and you quickly grasp his forearm and draw his hand up to your mouth and pull three of his arousal soaked fingers into your lips.
Harry coughs out a pant and he groans, "Fuck. You want my fingers in your mouth?" You nod and try to get his fingers further into your mouth but Harry's not understanding you want to gag on his fingers. You aren't sure why you want this, but you do.
You pull his fingers out to explain, "Put your fingers as far down my throat as you can. I want to choke on them while you fuck me."
Harry had slowed down his thrusts during this exchange and when you told him to choke you with his fingers he stopped. He'd never been asked for this before and he liked that you wanted it but he didn't want to hurt you.
"You sure? Just like, pull my forearm or something if you need air or want me to pull my fingers out okay? Fuck you're naughty, sis." He laughed as he began pounding into you again, full force. He shoved his fingers back into your mouth and watched as you held onto his forearm and your eyes widened at the feeling of him reaching far back so you began to lightly gag around the pads of his fingers.
You closed your eyes for a moment as tears began to form from the feeling of fingers in your mouth and down your throat and then when you opened them again Harry's own head was thrown back. He couldn't look down at this image too long because he'd come too fast. You were so fucking hot and dirty and everything he wanted.
Now, with things exactly in place like you wanted you began shaking and moaning around his fingers. The feel of your clit being played with, Harry's cock stuffing you full and hitting spots inside of you that ached, and his long fingers gagging you lightly you were spinning. Tears of complete satisfaction fell from your eyes and Harry began moaning, his hips stuttering off rhythm with the way you were squeezing the ever loving shit out of his prick and the feel of your lips sucking and choking on his fingers.
"Fuck. Come on my cock. Wanna feel it, baby. Want this pussy to know what it feels like to come on brother's cock."
You couldn't hold on anymore. His words sliced into you as his cock was nearly splitting you in two. You gagged and moaned and sucked over his fingers as you came harder than ever. You vision grew white and your ears rang. It was the best orgasm of your life, hands down and you'd experienced it with your stepbrother.
Harry was having a similar experience as he felt you pulse over his cock and gurgle with his fingers in your mouth. A small burst of liquid spilled from you onto his groin and dripped down and he looked at you writhing under him with tears and mascara running down your face as you gagged on his fingers and he released into his condom with a loud moan and whimper. He didn't normally moan so loudly when coming but with you, he couldn't hold back. The moment was so dirty and erotic and you were fucking hot.
Harry released your legs from over his shoulder and pulled out (both his cock and his fingers) to lay down beside you as he gathered his strength to sit up. His arm draped over you as you laid still and silent, only breathing puffs of air through your nose. He watched you for a bit, as you lie still with a red face and smears of black down your cheeks.
"You okay?" He asked, when enough time had passed that he felt you'd been able to come back to reality.
You turned your head to him and opened your eyes and nodded, "Fuck yes I am." Then you turned you head back toward the ceiling and closed you eyes again.
After the necessary clean up you and Harry settled back into your bed and you laughed at his dumb jokes. Harry was trying to lighten the mood, you could see he was a little nervous now that you two had had sex.
"What are we gonna do Harry?" You ask him as you lay your head over his chest.
He rubbed over you back and kissed the top of your head and sighed.
"We'll just keep this a secret. Okay? Just you and me. I think we'll need to make some sort of plan so no one suspects us but I want to do this with you as often as possible. I'm cancelling with Tiffany for sure."
You sit up and frown, "Okay. But like, what? We just don't date other people and see each other in private? My dad is practically trained to sniff out lies. He'll catch on if both of us never date other people or anything."
Harry closes his eyes and leans his head back into the headboard. "I don't know. Maybe we just like, see someone on the side. For a cover? Fuck I don't know. Like you and I would be together and everyone else is just for show. I don't know how you feel about that."
You look down between you two and then back up to Harry, "I guess we need to really think about how we can make it work. Having someone on the side as the "cover" seems awful. I don't like the idea of you having sex with me and someone else too. And I don't know if I could go around and fuck some guy just to have a cover, you know?"
Harry cringes at your words and you see his adam's apple dip as he swallows, "Yeah, that fucking sounds awful. I don't want you to be having sex with anyone else. I don't know what other options we have. If we want to keep this up."
You both stare at one another for a bit before you speak, "Perhaps for now we just stay single until something comes along that makes sense for us. I mean, this..." you motion between your bodies, "might just be temporary, right? Maybe you'll get sick of me or I'll get annoyed of you." You laugh.
Harry laughs with you but he knows he's not going to get sick of you. He's never felt like this before. You're different.
You two can never truly be together. You both know that. Sacrifices will have to be made if you both intend on continuing this forbidden relationship. You don't know what that looks like in this moment but you are prepared for upset, jealously, and disappointment if you choose to continue. Only time will tell if it's worth it.
