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Illicit- 4

Heyyyy my loves! Here is part 4 of Illicit and a better look into Harry's behavior without Y/N... not a nice man but he's OUR man <3

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Wc- 3.3k

warnings- asshole h, infidelity, slight violence, paparazzi

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Harry was reaching a boiling point. 

Katherine had stolen him away from Y/N for the night, under the guise her father set as a business dinner. Said he had something to discuss with him at a new, up and coming restaurant that it was imperative that he came tonight. He had to peel himself away from Y/N who was curled on his couch with her laptop in her lap, doing a bit of clothing shopping while he leaned against her to help veto and approve on things she was on the fence about. He had been having a very good time being domestic this afternoon to be forced away was already pissing him the fuck off. 

So to find a table clear of said man and just see his daughter there with a scheming beam on her face? It was the worst possible option. Of course, she assured him that her ‘daddy’ would be coming shortly, but by the time their entrees arrived, Harry was fairly certain of what was happening. 

H: I need wine when I get home. 

Y/N: Yeah.. someone sent me an article. 

Harry’s stomach dropped when she sent the link, an article that must have only been published just a few moments ago. A photo of a preening Katherine across from him had been snuck. Thankfully his face was blank, ever so practiced. She was leaning across the table with a preen all over her face, the angle taken so you couldn’t see the third drink set out for her father who was mysteriously not there. 

This had to be a set up. He wasn’t giving the image of the doting, in love boyfriend that Katherine wanted and she was obviously a bit more cunning than he had originally anticipated. He was beginning to piece things together again, and he was getting more furious by the minute. 

The real anger stemmed from being taken away from one of the rarer nights he didn’t have work to check up on periodically, and he’d cleared it just for her. It was like she somehow knew how to piss him off out of some fucked up intuition. While Y/N had the owner's manual on how to make him happy, Katherine knew how to make him irrationally angry. Despite his asshole behavior he was still nice compared to the whole plethora of things he wanted to tell her.

He had no qualms about embarrassing her publicly. It’s where she had weakness. Her reputation. 

H: I’m leaving in a moment. I have a theory about this. Brant Jr never showed up. 

Y/N: Seriously????

H: Yes. What ice cream do you want me to pick up on my way home, my love?

Y/N: ……

Y/N: You’re good, H. Mint Choc pls <3

H: Anything for you. I’ll be home soon. Go get changed into something more comfortable. 

Harry tucked his phone back in his pocket, turning to Katherine who had been watching him curiously. “So when are you going to admit you stole your father’s work phone and tricked me here?” He had waited until the waitress was in earshot. This was a story he wished would actually show up on TMZ. “Because I was having a very important evening and was torn away from people I had meticulously scheduled to come here and discuss ‘emergency business’ changes. I didn’t ask you to dinner because I didn’t have time for these silly things, and because I didn’t want to.” Harry tugged his wallet out. “You are childish. I knew that. But messing with important business shit because you’re trying to trick me into a dinner and planting one of your friends at another table to get some clicks for your weird fangirls living vicariously and extra money?” He pointed directly where he had found one of her friends, the redhead’s eyes widening as Harry caught her phone up and gave his stone cold glare. “My business isn’t a fucking game, Katherine. Wasting my time when I’m doing things because you’re throwing a childish tantrum because I can’t shower you in affection every hour of the day? What did we discuss last time?”

“Harry, darling, you’re being a bit loud-” Katherine chuckled nervously, eyes wide as she had been figured out. The waitress and tables close could clearly hear him. She hated negative attention and had been working at trying to market them as some sort of ‘it couple’, which wasn’t going to work for him anymore.  He was growing tired of this scheme and really needed her to just end it so the contract could be over, null and void. 

“I can be louder, if you want.” He said ruthlessly. “I can let all of your little friends know the image of our relationship you paint is a sham, that you try to make me out as someone who I never had been, and never will be for you. I am not in love with you, Katherine. I told you, if you wanted to date me that it would be on my terms. If that makes me an ‘asshole’” He sneered, “So be it. I’ve never lied about my stance in dating you. I let you prance around and use my name to get into clubs that your own last name is too irrelevant to get you into, I allow you to pose photographs of me though you know I despise it when you do, I allow you to use my yacht and I let you use my home in Los Angeles before I sold it to have one of those stupid influencer parties you love to post about although, I know you hate half of those girls.” He knew his voice was carrying, but he didn’t care.  “You are the one hurting yourself by making this relationship out to be anything but it is. A means to an end.” For both of them, but she would know now just how onto her he’s been. 

“I’ve let it go for a while. I’ve allowed you to do what made you feel better because if it kept you off of my back while I handled things on my own, I was fine.You even harassed my friends for the lake house keypad number, which is fucking pathetic.” it really was and Harry had been mad since then, but this was growing past a disrespect he was willing to accept. “ But you’re fucking with business now. I will not ever stand for it. If I say no, it means no. If I say not tonight, it means not tonight. If I say to stop calling, stop fucking calling me.” He let his voice seethe while his face remained mostly it’s usual cold sneer, throwing a few bills on the table. “Continue fucking with my business and see how that ends up. Your father could build up a company, and I can take it down just as fast.”

He stood up, righting his jacket as he watched her pale face, knowing he had just scared her. He didn’t care. Maybe there was something wrong with him, but he truly, to the bottom of his heart, didn’t care about her feelings. The one girl he cared about was waiting for her mint chocolate chip ice cream. 

“Are- Are you threatening me?” She shriekd quietly, making Harry pause, calling their waitress all the way over.

“It’s not a threat, but a promise.” There was no questioning that he meant it. Looking towards the waitress, he handed her a generous tip and nodded, leaving the restaurant to find flashing cameras. One particular flash pissed him off, and catching Harry in a bad mood was not a good thing to do. 

His hand shot out, grabbing the surely expensive to the man’s camera, and threw it forcefully onto the pavement. It shattered into little pieces, the lens crackling on the sidewalk and the plastic of the body falling into shards, his blank stare going from the broken beyond repair camera to the sputtering camera man. His face was tomato red while Harry’s jaw remained sharp and clenched, raising a brow in challenge. 

“What the fuck! My fucking camera!” He bellowed. “I’m gonna sue the fuck out of you!” 

Harry grabbed his business card out from his pocket, handing it to the man. “Reach out. It will be a pleasure to beat you in court.” 

His car was in the lot, which he quickly got to and peeled out of the parking lot. He wasn’t even inside of the shop yet when he got a call from Y/N. Her contact photo brought a smile to his face, answering it as he briskly walked inside the automatic doors and grabbed a little basket. 

“Hi, my love.” He murmured, making his way towards the back, knowing the exact brand she wanted from the freezer. 

“Did you really break a camera?” Y/N squeaked into the phone. It made him laugh, not pausing in his expedition. She was still relatively new to his life and didn’t seem to google him like everyone else who met him. Even if it felt like she was meant to be with him forever, that their souls had always been familiar, she hadn’t seen much of that side of him yet. 

“Yes.” He hummed. “Shoved it in my face, blinded me for a moment. I was already angry. The photographers know it's a risk when I’m involved, darling.” It was sort of his thing. If people got too close, hit him with it, intruded on his personal space, he was quick to rid himself of the problem. They were lucky he chose the camera and not the person behind it. Harry really didn’t care, and he knew some would label him as toxic or maybe even crazy, but it wasn’t something he cared about. His temper was notorious. 

“Christ! H!” Y/N laughed in disbelief. “Hannah sent me an article. There’s a video circling social media. I haven’t watched it yet.” 

“Good. Don’t, it’s a waste of time yeah? Told you I’m an open book for you, sweetheart. Can ask me any questions you’d like when I get back to you.” He tucked the phone between his shoulder and cheek, opening up the freezer door to grab their designated flavors. “Stay comfortable for me, I’m just about to check out and get home t’you. I’ll talk to you in a bit.” It was something Harry wished he could have happen every day. Going home to her. She was the centerpiece of his home now and her absence was palpable when he got home and she was at her own place or out and about. 

They said their goodbyes and Harry found himself lost in his head as he used the self check out to pay for their sweets. He avoided most social interaction when he could because everyone always had a favor to ask him, a question, a dig. It was nice to be able to pay and avoid the pointless small talk with a cashier who usually didn’t give an actual shit, or someone who obviously gave far too much of one. His lone wolf lifestyle suited him just fine- but now Y/N fit into it. She wasn’t just anyone, her voice didn’t grate on his nerves, and he was in love with her. He figured adding another lone wolf to his life wouldn’t hurt- not when it was her.

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“Harry…” Y/N laughed, licking her spoon clean. “While I am most definitely proud of you for how quickly you can come up with comebacks and witty words, I’d prefer they not be needed at all.” Her smile faded, leaning further into him. The man had stripped himself of his suit and found his clothes after a quick shower, trying to rid himself of the disaster and waste of a night. Now he was going to be with the woman he had been looking forward to spending time with for the rest of the night. 

“Unfortunately, s’part of the job.” His thumb rubbed over her shoulder as she leaned into the man, his neediness even more apparent when he’d plucked her up from her spot and sat down to settle her in his lap. “Paparazzi are, for some reason, something that still is a thing and they make a pretty penny on photos of me because I like to dodge them.” Harry was not the stereotype of a nepotism child. He did work for what was given to him but he was under no false pretenses. He knew that he was born into an almost impossible wealth, one that some of his peers had deluded themselves into thinking they could be anything. The so-called ‘self made’ millionaires as if they didn’t have billions to cushion their blow if they were to be shot down. He liked to hide away from the attention part of it the best he could, but sometimes appearing at things was a necessary evil. 

“I know.” The angel in his lap grumbled. “I know it is but it still makes me irritated that you have to worry about it. That they’ve gotten so far in your face that you were even able to do that. It’s just rude and invading your privacy.” Her little pout did something to his formerly black, charred heart. 

Y/N was his opposite in a good way. She was love and warmth and light and morals. Harry was cold, cruel, darkness. Iron compared to gold. If it were anyone else, he thinks he may be slightly annoyed by their cheerfulness, their optimism. Harry had seen a lot of the world and a lot of the bad sides of people, skeletons hidden in closets and the life of the elite. It was hard to be optimistic at times when he’d seen such hopelessness, but she managed to peel back some of the grimy layers in his dim outlook in life, his cynical snarks and soften the jagged edges just a bit. He wasn’t a changed man- no. He didn’t have rainbows out his ass, he wasn’t a warm being, but he held the new wick that was lit up in a dim glow when it came to her. He could be good to her. Thankfully Y/N wasn’t looking for more. She didn't want to change him. 

“Oh, my love.” He sighed, his hand chilled from the ice cream coming up to her chin. “It’s alright. They’ll learn at some point. Besides… It isn’t a normal occurrence when I just go out, not normally. Katherine called them, I’m positive.” The mirth in his eyes returned at the reminder of the woman. “I’m going to call Brant tomorrow and let him know of the antics, but I’m going to threaten again. I don’t want to be under this contract anymore.” His voice quieted, looking at Y/N who dropped her eyes from his. His stomach twisted, knowing where her head went. “Hey, sweetness. Look at me.” He urged, trying to catch her eyes again. “You know that I’m looking for every way out, yeah? If I can’t use that, m’gonna move on to the next idea. It’s hard when I’m contract bound, but I’m going to make her break up with me.” 

Honestly,  he was surprised she hadn’t just from tonight. It had him suspicious of her. There was no way that her ego wasn’t bruised from his spiked tongue tonight. He’d made sure other people heard the verbal hits, made sure some of it would be sold to the same publication she was trying to make a few bucks off by planting her friends to take photos. There was a prayer in his mind that maybe that would move it on, make her give him up. Surely, she was someone’s dream trophy wife. Sure as fuck not his, but maybe someone else. 

“I know. I just hate….” Y/N paused, giving her eyes back to him. “I hate that she makes you so miserable, but I’m glad that you hate her. I feel like an awful human being, but I just hate so much about her and It makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me.” 

This was news to Harry, surprisingly enough to actually show on his face. She’d mentioned disliking Katherine before but to see her struggling with her hatred towards the woman who was trying to claim her boyfriend as hers in the public eye, it made him feel even more guilty. He didn’t want this for her, he didn’t want her upset- but he knew that it was his own fault. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N.” He said seriously. “I know that hatred isn’t something that your pretty heart feels a lot so m’sure it does feel a bit off but I promise you, it’s worth hating.” There was a pause, thumb squeezing her jaw slightly and watching as it popped open from the little trick. “If I had to see you out with someone else… I’d be murderous. If another man said you were his, I’d enjoy knocking every tooth from his skull.” His jaw tightened. There was no way. Every time he thought about it it made him ache, so he knew that it must be similar to her. Though he couldn’t imagine Y/N’s gentle soul to be murderous, she at the very least must be angry. 

“Cool it, cowboy.” Y/N crooned, watching as his brain was visibly showing his thoughts on his face. “No one is coming to get me. I’m all yours.” It was like she was soothing a dragon. To be fair, Harry was pretty sure that if it could, smoke would be coming from his ears or his nose. Y/N could read him very well but to be honest, he did little to hide his emotions from her anymore. His girl was just good at knowing him, and he appreciated every moment of it. He couldnt lie and say that her insistence of being his didn’t please him- it absolutely did. 

Harry had quite a few morally gray qualities and one was his possessiveness. Words like that, telling him that she was all his, it made him hard. Settled him in a primal, animalistic way and he wasn’t going to stop it. Y/N had been clued into it, knowing the exact right thing to sway his mood a different way. Knowing that the woman curled up to him thought of herself as his, that she was fully belonging to him and would be proud to be his as soon as they could be in the limelight. Harry would be equally as happy with people knowing he belonged to her, and he had no shame in labeling himself as so- but Y/N was playing into his weaknesses. 

“You are, aren’t you? And I’m yours.” His voice dropped an octave, moving his hand down a little bit to cup the side of her neck. “No matter what she tries to play to the public, no matter the image shes trying to sell, I belong to you, sweetheart. Heart and soul. It’s all yours.” No truer words had been spoken. Harry was an honest man, most of the time, but this wasn’t something he would lie about. He wouldn’t declare his heart as hers if it wasn’t. “My messy little girl.” He swiped away a bit of ice cream from the corner of her lip with his free hand, bringing it to his mouth to suck it away, keeping her eyes on his. Her ice cream was melting in the tub in her hand, and Harry had a better idea on what too with it now. 

“Let’s not talk about her anymore, my angel.” He suggested, gently moving her closer to him. “Why don’t you let me have my sweets now, yeah? Taste them off of you?”

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Toxic

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This is a… not so traditional one shot. But 👀 who knows. You may love it. If it’s not your cup o tea we get it!

Warnings: cheating (not on y/n relax) dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, hints of subrry and dom y/n 😈

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“I know you think about me at night.” Her voice was a siren song that Harry so desperately wished didn’t call to him.

Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.

She wasn’t wrong. He did, he couldn’t stop, even though he had tried his damn best to do so. She haunted his mind and his body, day after day. She wouldn’t stop torturing him, but she couldn’t commit.

Standing in the dark hallway of the crowded bar, he had no intentions of seeing her. Despite the fact they ran in the same circle, they had the same friends, he had been told she wasn’t coming tonight. He felt safe. His girlfriend was back at the table, his innocent girlfriend who had no idea he was stood in the hall with Y/N’s arm draped across his neck and her hand running down his chest to fiddle with his belt.

“Y/N, please. Please don’t do this. Let me move on from you.” He pleaded his case, knowing he didn’t have the willpower right now to stop her. Despite the fact he was in a relationship, his cock was still loyal to Y/N. Shitty, absolutely awful. But he couldn’t escape her in his mind. And she tempted him at every turn.

“And why would I do that, H?” She purred, dipping her fingers into the waistband of his jeans. The nails ran over the little happy trail, cooing as she leaned her chin on his chest. He was so easy. So pliant for her. He drove her crazy too, but she was much better at hiding it outside of sex.

“Because I have a girlfriend now. I told you, this is over.” He exhaled sharply at the touch of her bare fingers on his lower stomach, under his shirt. No. He shouldn’t be… ever. But his body reacted to her like a trained puppy, eager and hard as soon as he set eyes on her. Her touch was only making it worse.

“Ooooh, that’s right. Your sad little girlfriend who’s sitting in the booth… miserable and unsure where her boyfriend is.” She giggled, knowing that it was fucked. She was fucked. But being hurt this many times before him had made her not care so much. And god, she wanted his cock.

“But little does she know… even when you’re around, you’re not all there. Are you?” She whispered, running her lips over his clenched jaw. He wasn’t moving. Harry could very easily break away. She wasn’t holding him hostage physically… at least not in that way.

“Y/N. Plea-“ he was cut off with a nip to his skin, his eyes closing for a moment as she sucked just a little on the area. It felt so good. So dirty. It always did with her.

“No… you aren’t there with her.” She continued as she pulled her lips away, eyes looking into his as her hand moved down his built body, digging her nails roughly into the skin. His eyes shuddered shut as he moaned, the pain something he woefully missed. “You can be buried inside of her cunt, but it never feels as good as mine does. I know it doesn’t.” She grinned wickedly, her other hand carding through his hair at the back of his neck only to tug harshly. His eyes opened and looked down at hers, dark and full of emotions.

His end was silent as she chuckled at his game. It was the truth. “Maybe she lets you fuck her, but it isn’t as tight. Isn’t as wet. Isn’t as filthy as I am. What did you used to call it, Honey?” She bit her lip as her hand slipped from under his shirt to grab his wrist. He didn’t resist when he should of, allowing her to slide his hand under her dress. The smaller hand covered his, cupping her soaked, panty clad cunt with a harsh exhale through his nose. “Said, it’s ‘my dirty little cunt.’ Don’t you remember, honey?” She grinned again as she removed her hand from his, letting them fall.

“Regardless of what that poor girl tries to do out there? It will never be good enough for you. You’re going to ache for me. For my hands… my eyes… my cunt… especially my little ass, hm?” Her eyes twinkled, knowing how much it got to him. “Because we both know she would never let you touch her like that.” Her lips ghosted his, sliding down her hand to cup over his denim clad cock.

Harry cussed under his breath, taking her wrist away in a futile attempt but she put it right back, and he couldn’t tear it away again. His breathing was shaky and his skin hot, hating how she spoke the truth. How she was right in every god damn way. No one would ever compare to her.

“No matter how many times she touches this… looks at it, tastes it… she’s going to be touching what belongs to me. I wonder how much she would like to suck it with my taste all over you.” She moved her hand to squeeze him, making him groan deep in his throat. The filthy, wrong image made him pulse in his pants. He shouldn’t be aroused by it.

Harry had always despised cheaters. Always. It was something he had sworn to never do… but Y/N? She was… she was what he wanted. He moved on in attempt to get over her when she said she wasn’t a relationship type of girl. But why did she insist on fucking with him at every turn now that he was trying?

“She can borrow my cock. Though… at the end of the day, you and I both know you only cum thinking about me.” She nuzzled her nose against his, holding sliding her hand into his pants after messily undoing his belt. The heat of her palm around his cock made him jolt, a whine of pleasure and surprise muted by her hand.

“Shhh.” She giggled. “I love your noises, how dark you get with me. Know she can’t handle you pinning her down… using her pussy the way you use mine. You just pound it for hours, don’t you? Barley let me breathe. Forget all your worries and give me all your cum when you do that.” She moved her hand from his mouth, liking that she has that power. Harry hated giving it to her, but they both know she had it.

“Fuck… please.” He choked. “I can’t… I can’t do this to her.” He pleaded, making no effort to remove himself. In the corner of this hallway, her hand down his pants as she spoke filth to him. He didn’t actually want to leave, though his mind told him to.

“You already are, Honey. And it’s okay.” She crooned, pulling her hand out to spit on to it before resuming her actions. “She doesn’t have to know yet. Eventually she will. You won’t be able to fuck anyone else, ever again without them knowing who this cock cums for.” Sadistic and cruel, she was. Wouldn’t commit to him for more than fuck buddies, but claimed his cock?

He went to protest, anger rising in him, but she brushed her thumb over the tip just right… and he couldn’t. His words turned into a grunt, leaning his head back against the wall as he felt the urge to cum rise up in his belly.

“Oooh, I know, honey. I know, my hand feels good. Better than her pussy, hm?” She repeated the action, knowing it would make him shudder. Harry felt shame fill him as he nodded, knowing he couldn’t lie. It did. It felt so good.

“Tell me.” She coaxed. Wanting to hear it herself so the weird feeling she got seeing his arm around the other girls shoulders would go away.

“It’s… better than her pussy.” He whispered, making the girl grin. Increasing her speed as she stroked, mimicking the move that had him shuddering. He dropped his head against hers, panting as he thrust into her hand.

This was so fucking wrong, but that was part of why it felt so god damn good. That, and it was her. Only Y/N ever could illicit this type of reaction.

No one else could ever have him fall into a little breathless bitch. Could get so close to an orgasm just from a simple handjob. Their months fucking had given her some insight but it had been naturally explosive since the beginning.

Harry was hers. Even if he claimed to belong to someone else.

“Fuck- Baby, M’gonna cum.” He slurred, letting the term of endearment loose. It had been too long since she let him say it.

“I know, honey. You’re gonna cum in my hand and we’ll clean it up together. You know who you belong to, hm?” She gave him the sexiest look, making him shaking his head frantically. Knowing what this meant.

“Please.” He panted. “I can’t.” It was a last stitch effort to deny what they both already know.

“Say it, or you won’t cum.” Her voice was deadly serious, her pace steady and the sounds of their breathing, the sloppy strokes of her hand and the muted music the only thing audible.

“Fuck- fuck, m’gonna… m’yours, baby. My cock is yours.” He cried out as he began to cum. Her wet hand stroking him through it as she cooed at him, letting his cock stay messy as he got a bit too sensitive and jerked into her. “Nnngh, no. Please.” He buried his face into her neck, the pleasure and over sensitively making his body tingle.

There hasn’t been an orgasm that good in months. Y/N always knew how to get him, and she proved it yet again.

The woman had no shame, tucking his messy cock away and bringing her hand up to her face. Locking eyes with him, she licked the cum from her palm, curling her tongue and letting it coat it. She moved it, pressing the dirty fingers into his mouth. On reflex, he sucked them clean. Moaning at the taste of himself, the pure dirtiness of what had just transpired. He cleaned them off well and good, almost wanting to whine when she pulled them from his mouth.

God, he was fucking pathetic.

“Come find me again when you want to have a real orgasm, sweet boy.” Her wet hand patted his flushed cheek, giving him a soft kiss on the lips before wiping it on his shirt. His eyes never left her hips as they moved confidently out of the hallway, back towards the table with their friends. Where his girlfriend sat.

Fuck.

No one would ever be like her.