Patreon Mini Series Summary: A stubborn ranch widow just trying to survive the winter finds her life upended when a wounded outlaw drops onto her doorstep. As she stitches him up and hides him from the sheriff, she does her best to pretend they have nothing in common but his roguish charm starts to warm the edges of her frigid exterior.
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At midday, Y/n’s boots were caked with half-frozen mud by the time she trudged back into the house, shoulders aching from hauling water and mending a fence rail the wind had knocked loose.
She shut the door behind her and took a steadying breath, letting the heat from the hearth soak back into her bones before she heard a soft, very unwelcome grunt from down the hall.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” she muttered.
She marched toward the spare room, already braced for what she’d find, and there he was. Harry Styles, infamous outlaw, idiot, pushing one hand against the wall and the other against the mattress, trying to get upright. The bandage around his ribs had slipped low, barely clinging to his skin, one side soaked pink where he’d torn a stitch.
“Sit. Down.” Her voice cracked harshly.
He froze mid-motion, eyes wide like a scolded dog caught stealing bread. “I was just—”
“Bleedin’ out on my floor?” She stepped toward him. “Or maybe tryin’ to undo all my hard work?”
“I was stretchin’,” he insisted weakly. “Back was stiff.”
“Your brain’s stiff,” she muttered, guiding him back onto the bed despite his attempted protests.
He hissed when she set him down, and she pointed to him sharply. “Stay.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he croaked, almost sheepish.
She peeled the loosened bandage away and grimaced. “Look at this mess. One mornin’ without supervision and you’re already tryin’ to die again.”
He lifted a shoulder—or tried to. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Just stop movin’ like a fool.”
She fetched clean cloth and brought him into the kitchen for better light, settling him in a chair. He watched her as she unwound fresh linen, his gaze soft and annoyingly attentive.
“You ever think about takin’ it easy?” she asked as she wrapped the new bandage snugly.
“Not ’til today,” he murmured.
She shot him a look. “Oh, don’t you start.”
“What?” He blinked innocently. “I’m just sayin’. Wakin’ up to your face instead of a cold tree root was… real nice.”
She pulled the linen tight, and he winced.
“Are you always like this?” she asked. “Flirtin’ with every woman who shows you any kindness?”
“Only the pretty ones.”
She rolled her eyes, but he caught the faintest tick of her mouth. He grinned like a man who’d just been proven right.
She cleared her throat and tightened the knot on the bandage. “What were you really doin’ last night?”
Harry exhaled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Sleepin’ out by the ridge. Had a run-in with some fellas earlier in the day. Didn’t plan on bleedin’ all over your porch but—” he shrugged, “—paths crossed.”
“What kind of run-in?”
“The kind that ends with gunsmoke,” he answered simply.
She paused, fingers hovering near his ribs. “I guess you make a habit of that kinda thing, don't you?”
Harry’s eyes flicked up to hers. “I make a habit of keepin’ goin’. Even when I don’t rightly know where I’m goin’ to.”
She didn’t speak, and he took that as permission to keep talking.
“Gets lonely,” he admitted quietly. “Nothin’ but open land and the sound of your own thoughts. Ain’t had someone talk to me the way you do in… hell, I can’t remember how long.”
Her mouth softened because she understood what that loneliness felt like, but she straightened, refusing to be moved by it.
“Well,” she said briskly, “don’t get used to it.”
He smiled, slow and warm, infuriatingly charming. “Hard not to. You got a way of makin’ a man feel human again.”
Her pulse hitched, but she rolled her eyes. His voice was too earnest, his gaze too steady and bright. She turned sharply, gathering up the used cloths to break the moment.
“I could turn you in, you know,” she said, tossing the words over her shoulder. “Get myself a real handsome reward for bringin’ you in.”
Harry went quiet behind her for a few seconds. “I reckon you could. Wouldn't blame you for it. But I'm mighty grateful you didn't,” he answered softly.
She chanced a look at him. He’d caught the small smile she thought she’d hidden. The corner of his mouth quirked up when he saw it.
“Smiled. That why you didn’t turn me in?” he asked. “’Cause you like my company?”
She scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
But it was too late. He’d seen her smile, the fleeting warmth, and the flicker of amusement. And that was all he’d wanted.
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The house had gone quiet hours ago and Y/n had meant to go to bed. Truly. But after tending the animals again, checking the shutters, and making sure Harry stayed put, exhaustion had caught her like a hook. She’d dragged a chair close to the hearth, pulled a blanket around her shoulders, and told herself she’d only sit to warm herself for a minute.
The minute stretched into a few more, her eyelids drifted, and the fire popped softly. It felt like the only time all day she'd just been able to sit and unburden herself of all her worries.
Down the hall, Harry woke from the pain, a slow, dull throb beneath the bandage. But it was the dryness in his throat that called him to action. He pushed himself upright with a muffled groan, breathing through the dizziness.
He winced and held his breath so as not to make a sound, bracing a palm on the wall to steady himself as he rose up from the bed slowly. He exhaled when he'd gotten his footing. The worst was the bending and every time he used any of his muscles in his torso, it felt like someone was pulling the wound open.
He tried not to make noise, but every step tugged at his side, forcing breathy grunts out of him. The floor creaked beneath his weight as he moved toward the main room. And when he stepped in, he stopped.
Y/n was there, half-curled in her chair with a blanket pulled over her shoulders, firelight flickering across her face. She looked softer in the quiet hours. Her hair was unpinned, face soft and relaxed.
He forgot for a moment that he’d come for water, and then her eyes fluttered open. She caught him standing there watching. She straightened and stood so fast the blanket slipped off her shoulders and dropped to the floor, and her white nightgown caught the light of the fire. He swallowed.
“Harry,” she hissed, voice low and sharp. “What in God’s name are you doin’ up? You should be in bed.”
“I need water,” he rasped, gripping the doorframe to steady himself. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t wake me,” she snapped, even though she clearly had been half-asleep. “Sit down before you fall down.”
He eyed the chair opposite hers but didn’t move. His gaze had fixed, unrepentantly, on her nightgown. The firelight made the thin cotton nearly translucent. The curve of her hips, her waist, her breasts… When she realized where he was looking, heat crawled up her neck.
“Oh, for—” She bent quickly to grab the blanket, wrapping it around herself in one swift motion.
He didn’t look away. If anything, he looked longer, eyes raking slowly. Harry knew she was pretty already, but the vision of her in her thin nightgown just made the dizziness from the pain double itself and dip low into his groin.
“Didn’t mean to stare,” he said softly, licking his lips. “Just… wasn’t expectin’ to see an angel by the fire this late.”
She glared at him even as her face burned. “You’re hallucinatin'.”
“Am I?” he asked. “Either way, that don’t change what I see.”
She huffed out an annoyed breath. “Do you ever stop? Now sit,” she ordered again, voice loosening at the way he was eyeing her.
He eased himself into the nearest chair with a small groan. “I can get my own water, y’know.”
“No, you can’t,” she said, marching past him toward the kitchen. “Your stitches barely held this morning. Last thing I need is you collapsin’ in a heap because you’re too stubborn to call for help.”
He watched her move, watched the blanket swish around her legs, watched how the shadows played along her silhouette.
“Might be a little stubborn,” he said with a tired grin. “But I'm just tryin’ not to trouble the lady of the house.”
“You’re troublin’ her plenty,” she muttered, grabbing the dipper from the bucket of well-water she kept beside the sink. She filled a tin cup and brought it to him.
He accepted it gratefully, fingers brushing hers on purpose. His touch was warm against her icy fingers, feverish maybe. But she noticed the heat.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, sincerity replacing flirtation for just a breath.
She held his gaze briefly. His pretty green eyes stared up at her like she was the prettiest sight. She hadn't had a man look at her like that in a long time and she wasn't sure she cared for it. She stepped back quickly, rewrapping the blanket tight.
“Drink it and go back to bed,” she said. “Before you make things worse.”
He drank, throat working, eyes still on her over the rim of the cup. “Way I see it, things keep gettin' better, not worse,” he murmured.
She sighed. “And what exactly does that mean?”
Harry’s smile tilted, eyes still trailing her up and down, making her nerves light up.
“Means I keep findin’ more reasons I don’t wanna leave this place.”
“Finish your water,” she said briskly, turning away. “You’re not thinkin’ straight.”
He struggled, pushed himself up, and forced himself to step in two long strides to get right next to her, both now standing in front of the hearth. She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes.
"You're awfully stubborn," she whispered.
He grinned, and despite the short beard covering his cheeks, she noticed dimples. She shook her head and nearly rolled her eyes that she'd let herself take note.
"I'm stubborn? So are you," he said.
"Yeah, well, I can afford to be. You can't. You gotta hole in your side that needs healin' 'fore you can justify bein' stubborn."
He dipped his head, and the smile on his face softened as he licked his damn lips again. "Ain't no hole no more. You sewed me, cleaned me, fed me…"
"Now, Harry…" She warned, brow lifted. "Don't go mistakin' what this is. My generosity is only born out of necessity. I don't want no dead body on my porch that I gotta deal with and explain."
He huffed a soft laugh. "Your kindness, even if for necessity, is awful nice. Can I ask you somethin'?"
She tipped her head back to look up at the ceiling before setting her gaze on him. "What?"
"What's your name?"
She rolled her eyes, tucking the blanket again so it didn't slip. "It's Y/n."
"Y/n… Fits." He did it again, scraped his eyes down her frame like he was looking at her without the blanket. "Now I'll know what to call you when you come visit me in my dreams tonight."
She scoffed and hit his shoulder, making his face twist up as he stumbled back with a gruff, pained moan before gripping the wall, hunched forward.
Her eyes widened when she realized what she'd done. "Damnit!" She quickly grabbed under his good arm to keep him from toppling. "You and your big mouth, Harry. That's what happens when you say things you ain't got no business sayin'."
He hissed as she turned him toward the hall to help him back to his bed. "You need to get your tail back in bed 'fore you make me do worse to you."
He grunted as she helped him sit. "I apologize for my mouth, Y/n." He looked up at her as she stood over him. Her blanket, forgotten near the hearth. In the dark, he couldn't see through the fabric, but he knew what was under it. "Been a long time since I had anyone carin' for me like this. I'll try to behave around you, but I can't promise anything."
He lay back as she pulled the blanket over him, and then stepped away, finger pointed at him. "You'd better behave. You might be the size of a bear, but you're injured, and I've a shotgun I know how to use."
Harry grinned in the dark as she left the room, closing the door behind her. God, he loved a woman who could put him in his place. Not that he didn't also love a woman who melted when he put on the charm, but there was something special about one who was mean and stubborn and pretty like Y/n.
He sighed softly and closed his eyes. Whether she liked it or not, he would be dreaming of her, and now he knew what to call her. "Y/n…" he whispered her name softly into the room.
Y/n returned to the hearth to pick up her blanket, scolding herself for thinking about foolish outlaws and big mouths and stupid green eyes. But with him not watching, she let herself grin, let her heart do that thing it hadn't done in far too long, let her mind fill with the vision of his broad shoulders, thick chest, and strong muscles. She draped the blanket back over her shoulders and quietly let out a breath as she stared into the fire. But she didn’t stop smiling. Not even when she finally lay herself in bed to sleep.
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can you write something with cowboy harry, like a sex in a pickup truck or something like that?
Easy there, Cowboy (Cowboy!Harry x reader)
A/N:- I made this a oneshot cause once I started writing it, I just kept going. Now I understand the obsession with cowboy tropes these days. Thanks for the request, anon! Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!
Word Count: 5,131
Warnings: Smut. Oral(m receiving), fingering, penetration(p in v), dirty talk. Talks about horses and horse riding.
Synopsis: y/n decides to go home to the countryside when she gets a university break. Little does she know she'll fall in love with the new cowboy who's working in her father's ranch.
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You felt great to be back home. You grew up in the countryside, in your father’s ranch and around all the different animals. But your father had big dreams for you, he didn’t want you to spend your life tending to the ranch like he did. So you studied, and went off to the city to attend university. You always rush back home when you get breaks. As much as you love the city, you miss your home and its people so much.
“I might take Clover for a ride today, dad.”, you tell your father as you sit with him, eating breakfast. Your mother kept piling your plate with food, murmuring about her daughter not eating enough while being away.
“Yeah? He’s been a bit aggressive these days. The vet said he’s alright, don’t know what’s wrong with that one, cost me a fortune to get him.Thought I’d use him for the race, but I’m not so sure now.” Your dad mutters, making you frown. “That doesn’t sound like Clover.”
Clover was your favorite horse and he was always gentle to you. “Yes, see for yourself. Harry will be around when you go, just ask him if you need something.”
Your dad has talked to you a lot about Harry, the new cowboy who started working for your father. He had joined a few months back, just when you left, so you had never met him. Your mom and dad seemed to love him though. They said he’s helped bring up the profits by a huge margin.
“Mom, I’m stuffed!”, you laugh, pulling your plate back as your mom comes with more home made sausages.
“Eating all that city food has messed with your appetite, sweetie. You used to eat so much as soon as you got back from the ranch!”
“Because I used to get tired from helping dad.”
The ranch wasn’t too far away, so you decided to walk. You put on your boots, and got going. Your father’s ranch had all kinds of animals. Chickens, cows, sheep. But what interested you most were always the horses. And that’s where you rushed off to first.
The earthy, dusty woodchip and ammonia laced smell of the stables reminded you of the horse races your dad used to take you to when you were young.
“Well hello, Silver!” You greeted the first horse, who immediately greeted you with a happy neigh, nuzzling her head right onto your shoulder as you reached out to stroke her shoulder and neck, giggling. “How’re you doing girl?”
You had named most of the horses, and the method you used was their appearance. Silver is a beautiful white horse. White horses are quite rare and Silver was your family’s favorite. She has won a lot of races with her impressive speed.Your father’s very proud of having her. The only problem is that she’s getting old.
You greet the other horses, and finally make your way towards the last one, kept separate from the others, which makes you frown.
You loved all of the horses, but this boy is your favorite. He is younger than most of the other horses, yet, he’s the only one who can beat Silver in races. He has a rich brown body with defining black shading on his legs and tail. His soft parts, such as the muzzle and eyebrows and around the flanks, are golden brown.
“Might wanna be careful with that one, miss.”
You turned around to see the handsome young man, watching you curiously. With the long dirt covered boots, and the cowboy hat he had on, you figured he was Harry.
Wow. You had no idea Harry was hot.
“Why’d you say that?”, you ask.
He pushes the barrel of horse feed to a side, dusting his big hands against each other. His sleeves were rolled up and you could see that his skin was inked. Just his sculpted arms made you imagine how he could use it to hold you down while-
“He’s not as friendly as the others. Doesn’t hesitate to put down whoever irritates him, which is just about everyone.”, Harry speaks, not taking his eyes off you. He had sharp jaw bones, captive green eyes and beautiful features on his face.
Harry’s lips turned up into a smirk as he caught you checking him out and you quickly looked away. “Are you here to look at horses?”, he asks.
“No, I’m here to take Clover for a ride.”, you tell him, smiling as you look into the big beautiful caramel eyes of the horse’s, letting him know it was you, before you slowly move your hand to stroke his neck.
“You know his name and he seems to know you, seeing as how you’re not on the ground yet.”, Harry comments. “But I would advise stepping away right about, now," he adds as you move your other hand to stroke his body.
“Hey buddy, you miss me?”, you coo softly, grinning as the horse lowers his head down to you and you nuzzle your against his forehead. “I missed you too.”
Harry had never seen the horse being affectionate to anyone. But if he was a horse, he would definitely want to get close to you as well. You talked to the horse like you were talking to a child.
“He’s never been aggressive around me, Harry. We rode round the hills every evening.” Harry strides right next to you, slowly putting a hand on the horse as well, and he didn’t make a fuss at all.
“See? Just needs a bit of extra love, this one. Oh I’m y/n, by the way.” Harry smiles, already having put that together by now. Your dad always talks a lot about you, his only daughter. He never expected you to be so strikingly beautiful though.
“Nice to meet ya, y/n. No wonder why Clover likes you, he’s fallen for your beauty.”, Harry says, making you giggle as Clover continues to nuzzle his head against you. “Lucky horse, getting to flirt with you.”
“I much prefer animals over humans, anyway.”
“Why is that, y/n?”
“Cause they don’t cheat on you, they don’t lie to you, they’re innocent and they deserve our love.”
Harry was now very interested to know more about you. “You don’t think there are humans capable of that too?”
y/n shrugs, going to open the small door to get Clover out. “Maybe.”
“Well there are things animals can’t help ya with, ya know.”, Harry says, stepping aside as you lean down next to him to undo the lock. He sucked in a breath as he saw your ass in those tight jeans.
“Nothing I can’t do to myself.”, you answer, getting up and turning around to look at Harry. “I’m gonna take Clover out now. Nice to meet you too, Harry.” You give him an innocent smile, and he gives you a smile back, but his mind was already having thoughts. The kind of thoughts he shouldn’t have about his boss’ daughter.
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You were out with some friends at the local bar, catching up. Most of them were in relationships, so you felt a little awkward after some time. You excused yourself to go get a drink.
“Aren’t ya a fine little thing. Haven’t seen you around here before, have I?”, a heavily drunk man steps in front of you, eyeing your body up and down, letting out a low whistle.
“That’s cause I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere around you.”, you mutter, stepping aside but he blocks you with his body, letting out a laugh. “I wonder what else you can do with that mouth, little girl. Wanna show me?”
“Move!”, you snap as you try to go through his other side and he steps in front of you again.
“Clint, leave her alone.” You were surprised to see Harry step in between you two, pushing the other man away with a hand on his chest. “She’s not interested. Go away.”
The man grumbled before going away, and the tall cowboy turned to you, his eyes looking you over. “Are you okay?”
He was not in his soiled work clothes. He had a different, cream colored cowboy hat on, and boots, but not the ones he was wearing back in the farm. The light colored shirt he was wearing fit around his muscular torso very well, and it was slightly translucent, allowing you to see that there were more tattoos on his body.
“y/n?”
You quickly nod. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks Harry.”
“People around here never really change.”, he says, giving you a small smile. “You look bored.”, he notices.
“Is it that obvious?”, you let out a laugh. His eyes twinkle as he smiles. “My friends are busy snogging their boyfriends’ faces off. I was just about to get a drink before leaving.”
“Well, let me give you some company.”, he says, nodding his head towards the two bar stools at a corner.
“Oh it’s okay Harry, you must be here with your friends too-”
He cuts you off before you complete, “They’ll survive without me for a while.”
So you follow him to the bar, and you both order your drinks. “Do you wear your cowboy hat all the time?”, you ask, making Harry chuckle. “Most of the time, yeah. Is it not my style?”
“No it is, you look great-” You flinch and Harry smirks, spinning on his stool as he faces you. “Thanks, love. I think you look beautiful too.”
You know the blush is creeping up your cheeks, and you hope he doesn’t see them. “Thanks. Um, tell me about you, Harry. My parents speak very highly of you.”
“I love working for them, and they treat me well! There’s nothing much to know about me, I’m a cowboy, I love my cattle and horses.”, he says plainly. “But you, you’re interesting. What do you study?”
You tell Harry about your course in the University, and how your father didn’t want you to spend your life on the ranch like he did.
“You must think I’m some stuck up bitch, I lost most of my friends like that.”, you say, chugging some beer from your jug.
“No, I don’t think so at all! It’s amazing that you’re studying something you love, and it’s not like you forgot about your home. Like I said, the people here will never change, y/n, don’t think too much into it.”
You nod, smiling at him. “Now I know why my parents like you so much.” Harry wasn’t anything like the other men you’ve met. He had a broad mind set, and he was respectful.
He grinned, showing off his dimples. You haven’t been able to take that cute smile out of your head since the time you first saw it. You spend some more time talking with him, until you decide to stop on the beer.
“I blabber shit when I get drunk. Don’t wanna embarass myself.”, you explain, and Harry laughs, swiping his hand over his lips as he keeps his empty jug on the counter. “I’m sure it’s not gonna be embarrassing, love. What do you usually blabber about?”
Your heart melted at the term of endearment, and you took a minute to answer his question. “Uhh, things on my mind at the moment.”
“Hmm. What’s on your mind at this moment?”, Harry whispers, leaning closer to you. Your eyes move to his lips. You really want to kiss those lips, throw his hat away, run your fingers through his hair while he pulls your clothes off of you.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”, you answer instead.
“I really would. Think I know already but it would be much better if I can hear it from your sweet voice.” You tip your head to the side, watching him pull out some cash to pay for the drinks. “I can take care of mine-”
“My treat! Got my monthly pay from your dad today.”, he winks at you and says bye to the bartender. “Come on, I’ll drop you home.”
“Is it on your way?”
“Yes, I live on the next street.” He places a hand on the edge of the barstool, keeping it steady so you can hop off. You get out of the bar and Harry points to the truck. “That one.”
“Of course. You drive a truck.”, you nod as you follow him and he laughs. “What? Do I look like someone who drives a truck?”
He does, actually, you thought. Big and strong.
“It has a lot of space, you know, and I use it a lot for work.” He opens the passenger side door for you, offering you his hand to get in since the seat’s a little high up. You held his calloused fingers, they were rough but also really warm and strangely comforting. You realized you were still holding on to it, so you quickly dropped it.
If Harry had noticed it, he didn’t comment on it as he closed your door and went to the other side.You sat in silence for a while, until he asked you, “Do you think Silver’s the best option for the race?”
“She’s great, we use her all the time but I think Clover’s our best bet if we wanna win.”
“I think so too, he’s faster.”, Harry answers. “And as far as I’ve seen, you’re the only one who can ride him, so you should do the race instead of me.”
You turn to look at him. “Harry, you won our last race with Silver. Besides, I won’t be here that long, I’ve gotta go back to uni.”
“Oh.” His face looked a little disappointed.
“How about we work with Clover together? I’m sure we can train him in time for the races. He’ll let you ride him. If not, Silver’s always a backup option.”
Harry slowly nodded. “I’m using you as defense if he decides to be mean, though. That horse can kick.”
You laughed, slapping his arm lightly. “I think he just doesn’t like you!”
“Oh come on, everyone likes me! You just met me and you’re already falling for me.”
You gape, turning around fully to face him. He had a smug grin on his face. “I-I’m not!”, you say, but your face was heating up.
Harry shrugs. “Whatever you say, love.”
It was wrong. He worked for your dad. But God, as cocky as he was, it was the truth. You are falling for him, hard.
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“I’m gonna go get this to the houses, thanks lad.”, you hear your dad as you go downstairs. You had just woken up, but everyone else already had and they were on and about their work.
You wouldn’t have gone down stairs in your shorts and an old t-shirt if you’d known Harry would be there. He had brought in the milk supply from the cattle for the day. You finally saw him without his hat, which was tucked under his arm.
He had lucious brown locks, curly at the ends.
“There she is, sleep well, honey?”, your mom asks you and Harry’s eyes shoot up to look at you. He takes in your outfit, and smiles.
“Yes mom, good morning everyone.”, you say, going down the rest of the stairs since Harry’s seen you anyway.
“Harry told us what you want to do with Clover and I think it’s a good idea! Nothing wrong in giving him a try.”, your dad says and you nod, looking everywhere but at Harry. “Be careful.”, he adds.
“Don’t worry dad, I’ll watch out for Harry.”, you say, making them laugh.
“Nice to know.”, Harry says, drowning the rest of his tea and your mom takes it from him. “Thanks, Mrs.y/l/n. I’ve gotta go now, I’ll be around whenever you wanna come over.”, he tells you and you nod.
“We have to go to the market in the evening to pick up some more fodder.” Your dad walks him out.
“Sure, I’ll bring my truck.”
You went over to the farm later, finding Harry feeding the cattle. “I liked your outfit in the morning.”, he calls out to you, making you roll your eyes. “Shut up.”
“Seriously, it was cute.” You grab the extra gloves laying around, putting it on and grabbing the sweeper. “Thanks! I finally saw that you have hair, I thought you were bald.”
He scoffed, and you grin before starting to sweep all the dirt. “y/n! Leave it there, I’ll do it. Don’t get yourself dirty.”
“It’s fine, I grew up doing this stuff. I’d love to let you do it, but we don’t have all day, Harry, you and Clover need all the training time you can get.”
“Yes ma’am.” You didn’t know, but Harry made a mental note to get up extra early tomorrow so he can finish all his work in time before you came over. He found himself staring at you in awe. You had tied your hair up into a high ponytail, keeping it away from your face that barely had any makeup on.
“Pass me the shovel, Harry?”
He snaps out of his trans, getting up and taking the shovel, grabbing the sweeper out of your hands. “What-”
“-I got this, you can feed them.”
He didn’t really give you a choice so you switched places. Once you were done, you headed to the stables to get Clover. Harry kept the saddle and blanket over the horse, getting him ready as you wore your helmet and gloves. You mounted him and he trotted along, making a guttural neigh as Harry kept one hand on the bridle. He was walking alongside you, holding his helmet in the other hand.
“Be nice, Clovie.”, you rub under his neck, and look at Harry. “He likes neck rubs a lot, so if he’s getting restless, that’ll help.”
“Noted.”, Harry nodded. Once you were out to your usual spot where the horse can run free, you got down. “You gonna let Harry ride you?”, you coo, as the beautiful eyes of the horse look at yours.
Harry carefully mounts the horse and he neighs, immediately trying to shake him off. Harry has experience with a lot of horses so he didn’t fall right away, he held on with one hand and reached to do the neck rub.
“There you go, it’s okay, Clovie..”, you say, nodding at Harry as the horse calmed down, just a little bit.
“What’d ya say we go for a small ride?”, Harry asks the horse. Clover was clearly ready to let go and run.
“Keep talking to him, he likes it.”, you tell him, stepping away and taking your helmet off. “I’ll wait here, come back safely!”
“If I die let my mum know that-fucking hell!”
You couldn’t help but laugh as the horse took off. This was going to be fun.
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In the next few days, you worked with Harry to train Clover and they were looking good for the race. Clover had stopped throwing Harry off for fun, and you loved to know that Harry didn’t think he was an aggressive horse anymore. He just requires a lot of attention.
You noticed Harry coming to your house quite often too. He would either bring something in for your mom and dad, or come to take something for the ranch, stealing glances at you whenever he came.
You were sitting up in the balcony with a book in your hand when he came that day, and Harry was disappointed he couldn’t catch you. He was just going to his truck parked outside when you whistled.
Harry looked up with wide eyes, and grinned, but put his finger up to his lips. “Your dad’s right here!”, he mouthed and you giggled.
“Can I come up there?”, he asks, already looking around for a way to get up without having to go inside the house again.
“Stairs at the back.”, you tell him, pointing to the back of the house with your thumb and he runs away.
Soon the cowboy was there to see you, tipping his hat to you in greeting. “I was hoping to run into you.”
“I’m sure you were.”, you tease. “What’ve you been up to?”
“Can’t go long without seeing me, can you?”, he teases back, stepping closer to you, backing you up to the wall.
“Nothing like that.”, you say, holding your breath as the tall man towers over you. He reaches a hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re so pretty.”, he mumbles. You blush under his gaze, keeping a hand on his chest. You both knew you liked each other and that the other knew, by now.
“Harry. You realize what can happen if my father finds out?”
“He won’t find out.”, Harry says. “And if he does, what's the worst that can happen? I’ll lose my job. No problem, I can go work anywhere else. Cowboys are in high demand, you know.”
You shake your head, grinning as he smoothes a thumb over your cheek. “Besides, what’s life without a little thrill? I know you enjoy it. I’ve seen the way you look at me like you want me to fuck-”
You bring your other hand up to cup his mouth. “Harry!”, you whisper-shout..
He snickers. When you lower your hand he says, “Love it when you look so blushy and flustered for me.”
You hear your dad telling your mom he’s going to go out, and Harry has to move his truck or he’ll see that he’s still here. “I’ll see you tomorrow, your mum invited me over for a barbeque.”, he tells you before he goes.
You nod, and he bends down to press his lips against your cheek. Even that light touch sent shivers through your nerves, shivers that made your whole body tremble. “S-See you, Harry.”, you managed to say.
“See ya, pretty girl.” He winks and tips his hat to you again, before taking off.
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Your house was filled with a lot of people. Your mom and dad love to host a barbeque party every now and then. You sat exactly opposite from Harry, both talking to family and friends, but stealing glances at each other when you had the chance.
You wore a cute yellow summer dress, and Harry wore jeans and a red shirt, leaving the top buttons open, with a bandana around his neck.
Finally, when Harry was free, he caught your eyes, giving you a look. He nods his head to the door, telling you he’ll be waiting outside. He leaves, and soon you excuse yourself to leave too.
You looked around for him, and a hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you into a closet. “Finally. God you look so amazing in this dress.”
“Thanks! I like your look too-”
He presses your hand to his crotch. “Feel that? That’s what you did to me.” He was so hard. That must have been painful.
You were wet too. You wanted him to stuff that bandana into your mouth to keep you quiet while he fucked you. The thought made you clench your thighs together, and Harry cups your cheek, pulling you closer to him with his arm wrapped around your waist. “Can I kiss you, y/n?”
“Please.”, you whisper, and he doesn’t hesitate to press his lips to yours. Your eyes close as his lips mold against yours and you respond with enthusiasm, tilting your head back as he leans in, devouring your lips. You rub your hand against his crotch, making him groan. “Shit. I’ll come in my pants if you do that.”
You started to go down on your knees, but he stopped you. “It’s too dusty. Let’s go to my truck.”
“Your truck? What if someone sees?”
You were giggling with the thrill of it as he grabs your hand and leads you out without anyone seeing. “We’ll be careful. But I can’t wait any longer, I need you.”
You got into the back of his trunk and you made him sit, while you laid on your stomach, keeping a hand on his thigh. You didn’t really have space to sit down. Harry dropped his pants and you took his dick out of his boxers, mouth watering at the sight.
“You’re so big.”, you muttered, boosting his ego. “Thanks love, do you wanna take me in your mouth? Give it a taste?”
“Uh huh.” You wanted nothing more. You lowered your head, taking just the tip into your mouth. Harry groans at the sight, he could also see your ass this way and he flips up your dress so he can grab a handful of your ass, making you moan. You slowly take him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, one of your hands fondling with his balls.
“Bloody hell, that f-feels so fucking good.” Harry throws his head back, his other hand bunching up your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he could hold it away from your face. “T-That’s it, baby, just like that. You know how many times I’ve dreamed about having those pretty lips wrapped around my dick?”
You take him deeper, eyes watering as his hips thrust upwards a little, making you gag. “Shit, sorry.”, he says.
“It’s okay, I like it.”, you whisper, stroking him with your hand as you lift your head up to look at him. “Are you gonna cum, Harry? Fill my mouth up?”
“Fuck, yeah. You’re gonna take it all like a good girl, aren’t you?”, he moans as you put your mouth on him again, and he pushes your head down, your nose burying into his mound as his dick hits the back of your throat. You feel him getting close and Harry tugs you off by your hair, shooting his cum into your open mouth. You swallow it all, humming and he pulls you up to sit on his lap, bringing your lips to his again, tasting him on your tongue.
He slips his hands under your dress, squeezing each of your breasts. You start grinding on his thigh, rubbing yourself against him. “Harry..”
“Don’t worry, baby girl, I’ll take care of you.” He brings one hand to where you most need him, pressing his fingers over your throbbing clit making you gasp. “You’re so fucking perfect, I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you.”
“Yeah? Do whatever you want to do to me, Harry.” He pulls your panties to a side, his fingers running over your folds. “You’re so wet, darling. Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” You moan as he slips two fingers inside your pussy. “I can’t wait to put my dick inside this pretty hole. That feel good, baby? Want another finger?”
“Yes, yes, please..” Harry gives you another finger, curling them to stroke against your g-spot, making you grip onto his shoulders and writhe on his lap. “I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetheart. I’m so fucking gone for you.”
You were cumming on his fingers soon, moaning loudly. “Yes, baby, give it to me. You sound so sweet, you know? Wonder how you’ll sound when I’m inside of you.” Harry gets you through your orgasm, continuing to move his fingers in and out of you until you smile up at him, cheeks flushed.
He grins, bringing his fingers to his lips, licking his fingers clean. “You taste so sweet.”
“I need you inside me.”, you kiss his jawline. You couldn’t wait to feel full from his dick.
Harry nods, and lifts you up so he can stand up. “Legs up on the seat, want you on all fours.”
You do as he said, getting on the seat and pushing your ass out. Harry groans, spreading your cheeks. “Never seen such a pretty pussy before.”
“Quick, Harry, we have to go back inside!” As much as you didn’t want to, you had to.
“Right. I’ll just have to save eating you out for later, eh?” He had to bend his head to stop it from banging against the top of the trunk, and he kept one knee on the seat for support as he brought his dick to your entrance.
You push back against him as he enters you, and you rest your head against the seat, moaning. “Oh fuck..”
“You’re so tight, god, so perfect.” He pushes his full length inside you and lets you adjust for a minute. “Fuck me Harry..”
“Gonna fuck you so good, sweet girl.”, he promises, pulling his hips back and thrusting it forward making you squeal. He went in so deep, hitting all the right spots. You were trying not to scream.
“Shit there’s someone outside.”, Harry says, but his movements didn’t slow down.
“W-What?”, you were out of it, you didn’t care at this point. You wanted to cum. He took his bandana off of his neck and brought it to your mouth. “Here. Hate to muffle your pretty moans, sweetheart, but we don’t wanna get caught now, do we?”
You moan into the cloth as his fingers push it into your mouth just like you imagined, but this was hotter. “So warm and tight, best fucking pussy. I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Harry goes faster, holding onto your hips. “You gonna cum for me sweetheart?” You nod, and it only takes you a few more seconds to reach our high. Harry pulls out when you’ve finished, stroking himself as you turn around. He takes the bandana out of your mouth and holds your jaw open with one hand, the other shooting his cum down your throat again.
You swallow it all down, and Harry collapses next to you on the seat. You both catch your breath, and smile lazily at each other. “That was good.”, you say.
“Never thought I’d take a sexy girl in the back of my trunk.”, he said, and you roll your eyes. Harry reaches to grab a cloth from the front and wipes around your mouth and neck. You fix your panties, dress, and your hair.
“Do I look okay?”, you ask him.
He smiles, cupping your cheek for a quick kiss. “Perfect.”
You both get out of the trunk, and he mutters in your ear, “I’ll top this off next time, promise.”
“Next time huh?”, you say and he smirks, playfully smacking your ass. “I know how well you can ride horses, maybe you can show me how you ride something else.”
You gasp, turning around to hit his chest as you were now walking towards people and they couldn’t hear what was coming out of his dirty mouth. “Easy there, cowboy.”
You started sneaking away after evening prayers to meet me by the river. We’d sit on the dock, my jacket draped over your shoulders, talking about the kind of life you wished you could have. A life where you could choose what to wear. What to study. Who to love.
Your father found one of my notes. It had slipped out of your Bible while you were cleaning.
You were on the kitchen floor, eyes wet, your father towering over you with a fist still raised.
“You’re a disgrace!” the preacher hissed. “Sneaking around with that boy like a whore. You’ll burn for this, girl!”
I didn’t remember crossing the room. Didn’t remember grabbing the preacher’s arm mid-swing. All I remembered was the flash of terror in your eyes and the sound of my own voice:
“That’s enough!”
The preacher spun on me, spitting fury. “You! Get out of my house!”
“She’s coming with me,” I said again, quieter this time but colder. “You can damn me all you want. You’re not touching her again.”
summary: summer of 1979. where y/n just got a new position in the DEA with harry's little crew in miami. but are there ulterior motives? (pt. 2)
cw: 18+ drugs / drugs usage. unedited. fem!reader. maybe angst? idk, this is just a testing-the-waters type series.
word count: approx 5.7k
| this was rushed. ugh
The morning sun crept through the blinds of Y/N’s hotel room, painting the walls in soft hues of gold —dust bunnies dancing the stream of light. She lay awake, staring at her ceiling. She couldn’t shake the unease from how the previous night came to an end, but it felt out of her hands.
With a deep breath, she pushed out of the lush white bed and got ready. The city outside was alive with traffic and the distant buzz of people, but she felt a slight disconnect from it. She slips into a pair of jeans and a white shirt, her usual. Her beat up converse are pulled on, with her duty belt wrapped around the top of her hips, her silver badge glimmering in the light. She shoves her notepad into her back pocket, her red pen tucked behind her ear before she rushes down to the large conference room on the main floor.
As she entered, a hum of conversation filled the air. Her colleagues discussed cases, and the plan for the day. Some nursed coffee cups, while others flipped through files with furrowed brows. Y/N scans over the room as she steps further in, her eyes landing on Harry who stood at a tall table with a few others. He seemed relaxed, which was a 180 from the demeanor he had when last night ended. There was no cowboy hat this morning, he wore an unbuttoned tropical blouse, a white tank top tucked into a pair of beige slacks. His swallows peaked out again, his cross hanging loosely from his neck. “Good mornin’ sunshine!” He calls out, his trademark grin spread across his lips as he caught sight of her. Y/N could feel her heart flutter despite the weight of uncertainty that lingered in her mind. she approached him, the chatter around them fading into the background.
“Morning.” she mumbles, forcing her lips into a smile. “Sleep well?”
He shrugged lightheartedly. “Like a baby. Y’know the usual —coked out fish, late night reports. How ‘bout you?”
She couldn’t help but chuckle at his nonchalance. “Same here.” She utters, though the truth was far from it.
Harry shifted in his stance, adjusting his belt absentmindedly. His eyes lingered on her a moment longer than necessary, as if gauging her mood. It was an easy read to see that she was still worried about last night, but comforting her about it wasn’t on his list of priorities. He clears his throat, feeling her eyes on him once more. “Y’got a press interview at noon.” He mumbles, plopping a lukewarm grape into his mouth.
She swears she could wince at how soon this interview was happening, but if word got out already, she’s sure the public was curious about drug stuffed fish on the beach. “Will it be live?”
He knits his brows together, shaking his head lightly as he chews. “M’no. just a few journalists.” He muttered with a gentle shrug, his eyes stuck on the bowl of grapes next to him. “It’s soon, I know.” He pauses, glancing up at his press analyst. “Police don’t want us here. Gonna make things harder if they can help it.”
Y/N nodded, her hand instinctively reaching for the notepad in her back pocket, fingers brushing over the worn leather cover. “Yeah, I figured as much,” she muttered, her mind racing through the events of last night. Harry’s casual attitude wasn’t doing much to ease her tension. The entire team had been on edge after the discovery of the fish that were dragged off the boat. They were supposed to be in control of the situation, but something was off.
Harry popped another grape into his mouth, his eyes darting between her and the rest of the team. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “They’ll try to pin it on someone. But don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” He flashed her another grin, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time.
She couldn’t help but feel that there was more beneath the surface —something he wasn’t saying. Everyone in the team knew about Harry’s side hustle, his cut of the drugs slipping through the cracks. It was risky, and they were all too aware of how dangerous that game could be, but Harry had a way of making it seem like a joke, like nothing was ever really serious. Y/N, on the other hand, was still in the dark about it. But Harry kept his cards close to his chest.
“Jus’ keep your head down today, hm?” He continued, leaning casually against the tall table again. “Don’t need more attention than we already have. Press interviews can go sideways real quick.”
She crossed her arms, the tension from the previous night still weighing heavy. “You think they’re gonna ask us about it? Why we found it, drugs hidden in their seafood”
Harry’s grin faltered just slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes before he smoothed his expression again. “We stick to the script, we’re just here for damage control.”
She nodded, even though something gnawed at her. The script. It was always the script with Harry —clean, simple answers, nothing too revealing. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that the truth was slipping through her fingers, just out of reach. Maybe it was the way the team acted around him, the shared glances when he wasn’t looking, or the way they all seemed to dance around the subject of numbers. Something wasn’t adding up, and deep down, she knew Harry was at the center of it.
As she opened her mouth to push further, Niall interrupted, walking over with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. “You two ready for the circus?” he asked with a grin, though his eyes seemed as tired as hers.
“Damn right. Our ringmaster won’t disappoint, hm?” He quips, laid-back demeanor never faltering. He gave Y/N a small, almost knowing look before he turned to Niall, shifting the conversation toward logistics.
Y/N felt a wave of frustration wash over her. Harry had a way of brushing things off, deflecting questions with charm and humor, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could play along. Still, she couldn’t deny the tension between them, the way her heart raced whenever he was close, even when she knew he was hiding something. It was a dangerous line to walk —between wanting to trust him and knowing she couldn’t.
As she stood there, watching Harry and Niall exchange casual banter, she made a silent vow. She would get to the bottom of this, one way or another. And when she did, she’d be ready.
The conversation shifted around her, but Y/N was only half-listening now. Harry’s ease was irritating, the kind of calm that came from someone who was used to playing with fire and never getting burned. She forced herself to look away, sipping on the stale conference room coffee that tasted like it had been brewing for hours. The tension in her chest hadn’t let up since last night, and now the looming interview was only adding to the weight.
She glanced around the room, scanning the faces of her colleagues. They all seemed locked into their routines —coffee, reports, the usual morning chatter —but there was something else in the air today. The fish incident had stirred up more than just bad press. It was the first real sign that their operation had a leak. Drugs were slipping through the cracks, and the only one who seemed unaffected by it was Harry.
Y/N’s fingers itched to flip open her notepad and start jotting down her thoughts, the little things she’d noticed over the last few weeks: the late-night meetings, the way the office phone always seemed to ring at odd hours, and how some of the shipments had gone missing, only to reappear later. But something stopped her. She wasn’t ready to commit those suspicions to paper. Not yet.
Niall broke into her thoughts again. “Y/N, you’re on point for the interview, right? Shouldn’t be too bad. Just a couple of local reporters, nothing major.”
She nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. “Yeah, I’ll handle it,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm inside her.
Harry caught her eye again, his smile softening into something that almost resembled concern. He stepped closer, his voice lowering. “Don’t let it get t’you. It’s all under control.”
“Is it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes searched his, looking for any crack in the facade, any sign that he might drop the act for a second and be real with her. But he only shrugged, his grin reappearing like a shield.
“Y’worry too much, sugar.” he mumbled, brushing it off like he always did. “We’ve got this handled.”
She wanted to believe him, but the weight in her chest told her otherwise. There was a storm coming, and she wasn’t sure if Harry was the one steering them straight into it or trying to guide them out.
The door to the conference room opened, and the local PD captain stepped in, his expression all business. “Alright, folks, time to get moving. The interview’s in an hour, and the brass want us prepped. Stick to the basics —no overcomplicating things. You’re here to clean up the mess, not make a bigger one.”
The team nodded, scattering to gather their things. Y/N lingered a moment longer, her gaze still fixed on Harry. He caught her staring and raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “What? Y’thinkin’ too hard again, sweetheart?”
She rolled her eyes, though her pulse quickened at the pet name. “Just making sure you’re ready for this.”
He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. “Born ready.” His eyes softened for a moment as he added, “Don’t stress. We’re a team, right?”
She nodded, but the word felt hollow. The team was only as strong as its weakest link, and right now, she felt it was her. Harry might be the one lying, but she was starting to wonder if the rest of the team was just as complicit.
The press room was modest, with a few chairs set up in rows and a podium at the front. A handful of reporters were already gathered, their notepads and tape recorders ready. YN took a deep breath as she approached the podium, Harry and Niall flanking her.
“Alright, let’s keep this easy peasy.” Harry murmured, standing just close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off him. “We tell them what they need t’hear. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.”
Y/N nodded, her pulse quickening again. As she stepped up to the podium and faced the waiting reporters, she could feel Harry’s eyes on her, watching, waiting.
The first question came quickly, a reporter with a sharp suit and a sharper gaze raising his hand. “Can you confirm the discovery of drugs hidden in the fish that washed up on shore yesterday?”
Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Harry spoke up. “It was a mighty discovery and we’re still investigatin’ but yes, drugs were found in the fish. We’re workin’ closely with the local authorities t’get to the bottom of it.”
The reporter’s eyes flicked to Y/N, clearly wanting more, but she could only repeat Harry’s words. “It’s an ongoing investigation,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “We’ll provide more details when we have them.”
The interview continued, with questions flying and answers carefully crafted. Harry was hiding something —she knew it, and maybe the rest of the team knew it too. But for now, she had to play the game, stick to the script.
And as she stood there, fielding questions and trying to ignore the heat of Harry’s presence beside her, one thought kept running through her mind.
This was only the beginning.
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The next day dawned hazy, the sun a dim glow behind the clouds. Y/N stood behind her large window, nursing a cup of bitter coffee as she watched the city slowly come to life. Below, cars crawled through the early morning traffic, and the distant sound of construction echoed between the buildings.
She had barely slept after the press interview. The reporters had been relentless, pushing for answers that she and Harry couldn’t give —wouldn’t give. And though they had stuck to the script, Y/N couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that something was about to break open and pull her underneath the current.
With a sigh, she set the cup down and rubbed her eyes. She needed to clear her head before she faced the team again. The unease about Harry had only grown, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized how little she truly knew about him. The easygoing charm, the quick smile —those things had pulled her in, sure. But what’s underneath?
After getting dressed, she made her way downstairs, her beat-up Converse squeaking against the polished hotel floor. The lobby was quieter than usual, but as she stepped outside, the city hit her full force. It was loud, buzzing, but she still felt detached from it all. Almost like she was watching everything from behind a screen.
When she arrived at the makeshift command center they’d set up at the local police department, the atmosphere was tense. Her colleagues were already gathered around the long table, files and photos scattered across it. Harry was there too, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a half-eaten apple in his hand. His eyes resembled that of the fallen angel, and perhaps Miami was the garden he slithered throughout. He was dressed in the same style as always —black slacks and a light yellow button-up (with the top 3 undone, of course.) with vibrant embroidered flowers. His hair was messy, but in that effortless way that looked like he didn’t care. His black cowboy hat sat on the edge of the table closest to him.
He shot her a lopsided grin as she entered, but she could see the exhaustion in his eyes. “Mornin, sugar,” he said, voice soft and easy. “Slept like a rock, I bet.”
She rolled her eyes, settling into a chair across the table. “Something like that.” The tension between them was thick, though unspoken. Her mind flashed back to the way he had handled the reporters yesterday, effortlessly deflecting their questions. He had a gift for it. A dangerous gift. But today, she wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily.
Niall cleared his throat from the head of the table, pulling their attention. “Alright, we’ve got some news.” He flipped open a file and spread a few photos across the table. Grainy images of the beach, the washed-up fish, and what looked like a new shipment. “Another batch washed up last night, only in bags. But here’s the kicker: the packaging’s different.”
Harry, who had been quietly eating his apple, perked up at this. “Different how?” he asked, his voice casual but alert.
Niall pushed one of the photos closer to Y/N. “These aren’t the same bags we’ve been seeing. The markings are different. Whoever’s behind this is changing their method. It’s almost like they’re trying to cover their tracks, or maybe they’re onto us.”
Her eyes narrowed as she examined the photos. The plastic bags tucked inside the fish were marked with a different symbol than before —but these were cruder, hastily done. It was clear whoever was behind this was getting sloppy, or desperate.
“Could be a new supplier,” Harry said, tossing his apple core into the trash can across the room. “Or someone tryin t’throw us off.”
Y/N leaned back in her chair, her mind racing. “Or maybe someone on our side is making a move,” she said, her voice quiet but pointed. The words hung in the air, and for a moment, the room went still.
Harry’s grin faltered, just for a second, but it was long enough for her to catch it. His eyes met hers, and there was something unreadable in them —a mix of amusement and warning. “You accusin’ someone, sunshine?” he asked, his tone light but with an edge beneath it.
Niall cut in before Y/N could respond. “We’re not pointing fingers yet. But we need to lock this down fast. The police are sniffing around, and if we don’t get ahead of this, they’re gonna make our lives hell.”
The team murmured in agreement, but Y/N barely heard them. Her eyes were still on Harry, her mind turning over everything she’d learned in the past few weeks. The late-night calls, the missing shipments, the way the team seemed to tiptoe around logistics if pressed.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was playing both sides. And the worst part? She wasn’t sure if she cared. Something between them still lingered, complicating everything. Every time she got close to confronting him, to demanding the truth, something pulled her back. It was maddening.
“Alright,” Niall said, clapping his hands together. “Let’s hit the beach and see what we can find. The sooner we figure out who’s behind this, the better.”
The team started gathering their things, the tension lifting slightly as they prepared to head out. But Y/N stayed behind for a moment, her eyes still fixed on Harry. He met her gaze, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.
“You alright?” He asked, his voice low.
She crossed her arms, the words she’d been holding back bubbling to the surface. “I don’t know, sir. Am I?”
He chuckled, pushing off the wall and walking toward her. “What’re you hinting at?”
She stood up, stepping closer to him until they were inches apart. “I think you know exactly what it means.”
For a moment, the air between them crackled with unspoken tension. His eyes locked onto hers, the playful mask slipping just a little. He leaned against the part of the table beside her, white knuckling the edges. He didn’t bother to meet her gaze, only staring out the glass door as if she wasn’t there to begin with. “I think you oughta remember who you’re takin’ to.” he mumbles, voice flat. “M’your boss down here. You’re questioning my authority, puttin’ black holes in our investigation.”
Her shoulders falter, heart sinking down to the pit of her stomach. “Harry I-“
He shifted his weight, straightening his posture and leaning over the table to grab his hat before shooting a pointed glance at her. “Know your rank, Y/N.”
But before either of them could say anything more, Niall called from the doorway. “You two coming or what?”
Harry broke the stare, his grin returning as he winked at her. “Always.” He turned and sauntered toward the door, leaving Y/N sitting there, her heart pounding in her ears.
As she followed him out into the sunlight, something tugged at her. She was crossing a line, undermining her superior. Although her chest felt heavy, she took a slow, deep breath and decided whatever is, will be, as long as she’s kept from it.
The drive to the beach was quiet. Y/N sat in the backseat of the van, her eyes fixed on the passing streets as the buildings gave way to the coastline. The tension from the conversation with Harry still gnawed at her. She had pushed him —too far, maybe. And while her suspicions about him hadn’t gone away, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had crossed a line.
The unease from the night before was still with her, but now it was tangled with something else —guilt. She knew she had been undermining him, questioning his every move. It wasn’t her place, and the weight of that realization settled heavily on her shoulders.
Harry sat in the passenger seat up front, his arm resting lazily out the open window as the salty ocean air blew through his messy hair. From the back, Y/N could see the relaxed set of his shoulders, the casual way he leaned back in his seat. He hadn’t said a word since they left the office, and it only made her feel worse. She had to drop the attitude, before things spiraled out of control.
As they pulled up to the beach, the morning fog still clung to the shoreline, casting an eerie haze over the sand. The team piled out of the van, gathering near the water’s edge where the latest smuggle had been found. The remnants were already being cleared away by local authorities, but the scene was still fresh. The stench of saltwater and something rotting filled the air.
Y/N stood back as the rest of the team started examining the scene, taking notes and exchanging theories. Her eyes found Harry again, standing near Niall and a couple of the other guys, hands in his pockets, surveying the area like he’d done a thousand times before. She watched him for a moment, her stomach twisting. She hated this feeling —the doubt, the suspicion, the way her mind had been turning everything over and over.
With a deep breath, she stepped forward. She knew what she had to do. She wasn’t going to let her pride get in the way of her work, or worse, let it destroy the fragile trust they had. As she approached him, she felt the weight of her earlier accusations settle in her chest.
“Harry,” she said quietly, stopping just a few feet away. He turned to her, his expression unreadable, though there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
“Hm?” He hummed, like nothing had happened between them earlier, but Y/N could feel the tension beneath the surface. She swallowed her pride, forcing herself to meet his gaze.
“I- ” She paused, glancing down at the sand for a second before looking back up. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for earlier. I was out of line.”
Harry’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He didn’t say anything for a beat, just watched her, like he was waiting for her to explain. She cleared her throat, feeling the need to fill the silence.
“I shouldn’t have questioned you the way I did. You’re my superior, and I know you’re just trying to handle the situation. I’m sorry if I made things harder,” she added, her voice soft but sincere.
For a moment, he didn’t respond, and Y/N felt her heart rate spike as she wondered if he was angry or just brushing it off. But then he shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Don’t sweat it, sunshine.” He shrugged, his voice low and calm as a smirk spread across his lips. “We’re all on edge right now. I get it.”
She blinked, relief washing over her. He was letting it go —just like that. It almost caught her off guard, the ease with which he brushed aside her earlier behavior. But then again, that was Harry, wasn’t it? Always smooth, always knowing just when to pull back and keep things cool.
Still, she didn’t want to leave it at that. “No, really. I mean it. I trust you. I don’t want you to think I don’t.” The words felt strange in her mouth, especially after all the doubt she had harbored over the past few days. But as they left her lips, she realized that, despite everything, there was a part of her that did trust him. Or maybe wanted to.
Harry’s eyes softened, just for a second, although she could only see a portion underneath the tip of his hat. He looked at her in that way he sometimes did, like he was seeing something behind her words, something more. “I know you do,” he said quietly, his voice gentler now. “N’ I appreciate it.”His expression then shifted, something darker flickering in his gaze. He stepped closer, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “Y’not messing up, Y/N. But you gotta know —this line of work? S’not always clean. Not everything’s black n’ white.” His eyes locked onto hers, intense and serious in a way that made her heart race. “You gotta learn t’live in the gray, or y’won’t last long.”
The words hung between them, heavy with meaning. Y/N swallowed, understanding what he was saying—what he wasn’t saying. She nodded again, her chest tight with the weight of it. The gray. She was already in it, whether she liked it or not.
Before she could say anything else, Niall called out to them from the water’s edge. “You two! We found something!”
Harry turned, the moment between them broken. His easy grin returned, and he gestured for her to follow. “Ramble on over, honeybee.”
Y/N followed him toward the shore, her mind still spinning from his words. She had apologized, and Harry had let her off the hook. But there was something in his warning that stuck with her —something she couldn’t shake. Living in the gray wasn’t just about the job. It was about trust, about loyalty, and maybe even about the lies that had already started to blur the lines between them.
The team had on blue latex gloves, packing away evidence and examining the scene. Y/N did her job, taking notes, while Harry slipped on a pair of gloves. His covered hands shifted through remnants of the shipment, discovering unloaded guns without a serial number and bags full of bricks of white powder, the occasional dime bag thrown in. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, holding one of the smaller bags up toward the sun. His lips curled, eyes narrowing as he swiftly takes off his hat and places it next to him. Niall watches from behind, standing with his arms folded over his chest. Y/N couldn’t help but approach the group, especially when he started to part the lip of the bag open. His pinky dipped inside the powder, pulling it out and rubbing the grains between his fingers. He let out a breathy chuckle that didn’t seem sincere as he stood up, throwing the dime bag to the ground and letting the powder that slipped through dance in the wind. “Son of a bitch.” He muttered, picking his hat off the ground and brushing it clean. “S’ fucking baby powder.”
Her eyes widened, a line of profanities stumbling from Niall’s lips as he went to insect the product himself. Harry was upset, something Y/N hadn’t seen before. His hand dived into his pocket, pulling out his cigarette box and she assumed he was grabbing a toothpick —no. He placed a cigarette in between his lips, hand hovering over his lighter as he lit it, avoiding the ocean breeze. The end brightened with each drag he took, and he had a far away look in his eye. Harry started to stride through the sand, darting to the pavement toward the van. After she had scribbled a few things down in her notepad, she rushed after her boss —not even 100% sure if this is something she should be writing down in the first place.
His cigarette hung lazily, the smoke fluttering in the direction of the wind. He doesn’t greet Y/N as she nears him, only gently takes the notepad and pen from her fingers. He flips it over roughly, his hand moving quickly as he jotted things down over the hood of the car. “Harry?” She squeaked, shifting her weight.
“If it was a snake it woulda bit us in the ass.” He grumbled, moreso to himself. There was a crease in his forehead, the scent of tobacco between them. He scooted the notepad and pen back toward Y/N as he spoke. “We’re here twiddlin’ our thumbs while they’re dealing.” Harry shook his head, another dry laugh escaping him. “tou-fuckin-chè.”
The drive back to the precinct was silent. Harry had a thousand thoughts running around his mind, and Niall already hashed it out with the police for not knowing the difference between cocaine and baby powder. The only hit they got was the smuggling of illegal guns.
Back at the conference room in the hotel, the weight of the day hung heavy in the air. A radio buzzed with static that was connected to dispatch, and there was muted conversations throughout the room. The local cops went off to do their own thing, leaving Harry’s team of seven to settle in the large room. She sat at the long desk, tapping her pen against the polished wood surface. Harry’s hurried lines only listed the intimate basics of what transpired today —his handwriting even looked frustrated. He hadn’t said much since they’ve left the beach, although it was clear his tension started to ease. Niall had stormed off the moment they arrived, clearly fed up with the department and dead end operation. She flipped through her notes, eyes scanning over the listed details. Baby powder, guns, no drugs. Baby powder, guns, no drugs. Her sigh was heavy as she pushed herself from the chair, leaving the room without so much of the word to cross the lobby and through the doors, wanting some air. It was warm, the breeze lighter than it was this afternoon.
The door swung open from behind her, and Harry strode out, cigarette in hand despite the no smoking sign plastered near the door. He let out a breath as he stood beside her, fumbling with the cigarette box to shove the unlit one he had back in. He had put in a toothpick instead. His hat was left in the conference room, allowing his curls to sweep with each gust of wind. “Spoke to someone on the phone earlier.” He mumbled, eyes focused on the street in front of the hotel parking lot. “Have a lead.” His voice was low and smooth, his toothpick twisting. “We head out at three-thirty this morning. Early bird gets to make an arrest, or whatever.”
A small smile finds her lips, enjoying that his personality is starting to peek through. “Just the team?” She asked, looking over at him even though he was still focused on the surroundings in front of them.
He scoffed, a tinge of humor laced with it. “ ‘Bout as sharp as a ball over there.” The agent smiled, nodding his head toward the department across and down the street. “They’re not steppin’ near our movements without my go ahead.”
She bit her lip, nodding along to his words. “Avoiding ‘em like the plague.” She mocked, feigning his southern accent the best she could.
He laughed, finally turning his head to look down at the woman beside him. “Yes ma’am.”
There was a beat of comfortable silence between them, the distant sound of waves kissing the shore and the cars driving down the road. The block over was bars and clubs galore, allowing the bass to echo into the air accompanied by faint laughter.
“I didn’t know you smoked.” She thought out loud, their shared gaze unwavering. “Just thought the box was to make your toothpicks look cool.”
He chuckled, fumbling with the red and white box before shoving it back into his pocket. “M’supposed to quit it.” He admitted with a shrug, their shoulders brushing against each other briefly. “Sometimes I’m weak.”
She chuckled softly, bobbing on her heels every now and then. “Makes sense now, replacing one with the other.”
“Atta girl.”
The moment lingered, a brief spark igniting in the evening air. Y/N felt a rush of warmth, one that had little to do with the balmy Miami night. “You know,” she said, tilting her head playfully, “for someone who’s supposed to be setting a good example, you sure are full of vices.”
Harry smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Well, darlin’, I never claimed to be a saint. But if you keep up this sharp wit, I might just start thinkin’ you’re my better half.”
“Is that so?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning into the playful banter. “Last I checked, I was still learning the ropes here. You’ve been at this a lot longer than I have.”
“True,” he conceded, leaning a little closer, his tone dropping to that serious edge again. “But sometimes it’s not about how long you’ve been at it; it’s about how quick y’catch on.”
She felt the weight of his gaze, those intense eyes searching hers, and her heart quickened again. “And what if I catch on too fast? What if I start outshining you?”
Harry laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “Then I’ll just have-ta keep you on y’toes, won’t I?”
Before she could reply, a shout from Mitch, another man of the team, broke their moment. “Harry! YN! Need your brains!”
They both turned toward the voice, and for a second, YN felt a sense of reluctance to break the connection. Harry straightened, his expression shifting back to business. “Swing and a miss.”
Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. As they started walking back, something in her chest fluttered with excitement —a shaky leaf floating from a branch. “What’s up?”
Mitch was already striding back toward the conference room, animated and out of breath. “Their lieutenants pissed we’re going over their head.”
“Pot meet kettle” Harry huffed, his tone shifting to that of the confident agent she had come to admire.
As they entered the conference room, the air buzzed with renewed energy. Y/N settled back at the desk, her heart racing not just from the thrill of the chase but from the promise of what lay ahead —both in the case and in her growing connection with Harry.
“Y/N.” He paused, glancing at her. “Keep y’eyes sharp, alright? This could get messy.”
She nodded, determined. “I will. And Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“Just —remember what you said about living in the gray. I’m learning from the best.”
He met her gaze, a mixture of pride and something deeper flickering in his eyes. “Keep usin’ that head of yours, honeybee. Y’doing great.”
As the team began to gather around, Y/N felt the weight of the night pressing in, filled with the thrill of uncertainty and danger. But she also felt something else —a burgeoning trust in Harry, a connection that was becoming harder to ignore. Whatever lay ahead, she was ready to face it, gray areas and all.
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The place was fucking gorgeous… but that didn’t seem to compare to the cowboy showing her around. Jesus Christ, the man was something of a movie star quality man.
He was polite and charming. Holding his hand out to take hers when they’d have to move over a bit of rougher terrain, his calloused fingers gently caressing hers with a sly smile. The hat on his head shaded his eyes so he could look properly, giving her eye contact the entire time. Chillingly hot eye contact that had her feeling a bit weak in the knees. Soft green, greener than the grass in the fields that sprawled the ranch.
“I think you’d like workin’ here. It’s a family for sure.” He hummed, moving his hat off to brush his longer locks out of his face and adjusting the hat back on. He was bronzed and golden skinned from working outside, a light dusting of freckles just barely visible from her distance. Carved cheekbones and sharp jawline but dimples deeper than the valley, he was a god like being standing in front of her with a sweet disposition he probably hid a bit from others.
“I think so, yes. It’s my dream. You know? It’s a bit cheesy to some at the school… everyone’s always dreaming to run off to the city. But I love the place. The animals. The air.” She murmured, looking around the ranch. Y/N was hyper aware of the warm form of the man next to her, and the fact he was looking at her. Never had she experienced such an attentive man in terms of talking to her. No checking of his phone, no looking away.
She also was unaware of how Harry was genuinely a bit in awe of her. The starry eyed cowboy drinking in her essence and watching carefully as she spoke. Observing the details he hadn’t managed before. Beating himself up over not having known her before. Because, how? A girl in their area who wanted to stay? Who genuinely loved his land? That was a rarity. It wasn’t going to take much to have him be taken with her.
“I think that’s Amazin’.” He smiled, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her towards the barn where their personal horses were kept. “You’re like me then. Content with home. Everyone says… they want wild adventures. Don’t even bother lookin’ in their own backyard. And that’s a damn shame, cause there’s plenty.” He spoke as they walked. Her eyes trailed his petal pink lips, the slight stubble left on the skin on his face, the radiance in his entire being. Harry was truly one of a kind. Even with dirt smudged on his jeans, clunky cowboy boots and the occasional scratch on his hand he managed to be graceful and smooth.
“Exactly.” She chirped, excited that he got it. “To me… there’s nothing like the festivals downtown. Learning to make new things. Finding a new watering hole or mapping out the land. I love the bonfires and cookouts. I don’t know. I find there’s a beauty in simplicity.” She turned to look at him, eyes squinted for a moment before they adjusted to the sun. It was beautiful outside despite the heat. The blue skies elevated her mood, but she did think that it was mostly attributed to the man guiding her around.
Harry felt his heart swell and a round of hopeful caterpillar‘s making their cocoons inside of his stomach. So many times he’s been hoping to find someone of a similar mindset. Someone he could get close to and not worry about them wanting to run off later down the line. It just felt… nice. Comforting. Knowing someone else felt the same as he did.
“You get me, Sweets.” He lightly flexed his hand on her back as his smile widened. Harry was a skeptic romantic. Meaning he held his cards close before he let them show. He’s flirt and tease but playfully. It wasn’t real unless he felt secure. Something he felt more and more of each time this pretty girl opened her mouth. A dangerous combination for him.
His approval made her giddy, having to stop herself from skipping as he opened the barn door up with a creaky slide. “We’re getting new doors on the barn so it doesn’t cause such a ruckus. But this barn is for our personal horses. I’ve got a few, but my soul partner is right over here.” He led her over to a large black stallion. A white star shaped mark right between his eyes. “His name is Perseus. Or Percy, for short.” He grinned widely at the giggle that left her mouth, his hand stroking over his nose with gentle affection.
“Percy, hm?” She looked at Harry for approval before stroking the side of the horse’s strong neck. “What a beautiful big boy.” A gentle coo had the hose sighing. A sign of relaxation, making her beam. “Yes, you are a strong, Handsome one. I can tell.” Her hands worked over the front of the horse with a cooed affection that had Harry- in simpler terms- about to act up.
He was far closer to his horses than people realized. He loved his animals and had a special connection to them, but especially Percy. His best friend. He’d gotten him for his 21st, and ever since they’d been attached at the hip. “Oh, he likes you.” His deep voice rumbled through her stomach and almost made her jump. “He doesn’t usually take to stranger so fast. Got ‘im begging for attention. He will eat it up when he like ‘ya.”
So would Harry. He felt a little pathetic being jealous for wanting the girl to be stroking at his face like that. She had smooth hands.
“Does he get that from his Daddy?”
The giggled tease had Harry caught of guard but sent him into a laugh, head thrown back at the gall. This woman was something else… and it was calling right to him. A bit of banter was sexy. Especially teasing.
“Maybe so. But it takes a special woman to get men like us to behave like mere pups.” He hummed, leaning his hip against the stall door.
“Mhm. I bet that’s true.” She looked at him from under her lashes with a coy smile before returning her attention to the stallion.
I’ll be damned. He thought. This was the fastest a woman had managed to tangle Harry up in a lasso, but it seemed like he was pulling it tighter than she had even meant to.
“How many personal horses are then?” Her question snapped him out of his fantasy in his mind. Not an appropriate one to be having about a staff member but Harry knew that in his gut, she would be far more than that.
“I have 3. Percy, here.” He nudged his chin towards him. “Then we’ve got Athena. And Cash.” He pointed towards a paint mare and a chestnut… what seemed to be thoroughbred stallion. “Those are mine. Over there are my fathers two, and my mothers one though she doesn’t ride often. Hers is used more for riding lessons and all that. Sister got some too. So… 8. We got room for two more personal. Staff and ranch hands, if they got ‘Em, keep them in the commercial barns. There’s a lot of ‘em here.” Though she knew that. “I’m assuming you’ll like to spend time with all of them.”
“Well… Percy is a favorite so far.” She grinned towards the horse. “But you’d be right. I adore all animals but horses.. they’re a soft spot for me. I want to have a few of my own one day.” She said it shyly. It was stupid to be shy and Y/N knew that. Harry got it more than anymore but there was still that residual shame she felt from peers when she said she was happy where she was and wanted to keep going. She didn’t have the same wanderlust as everyone else.
“Hey.” He took a risk, gently lifting her chin up with his thumb. “Nothin’ wrong with that. Don’t know why you’re embarrassed when m’the one who just gushed over lovin’ my horses.” He teased lightly, keeping those pretty eyes of hers locked with his. “I’m glad… I’ve met someone who’s like me. Everyone in a rush to leave and fail to see how much fun and how beautiful life can be when you enjoy what you’ve got. The horses, the nature, everything. Everyone at school has those big city dreams. That’s fine n’dandy for them, but you n’me? We get it. We like how we were raised and we are comfortable being here. Don’t let ‘em haunt you. You can be open here. In fact… I’d love to see more of you like that. It’s not every day you come across a pretty little thing with a good head on her shoulders. My momma will eat you up and be happy you’re around. Some sense, she’ll say.” He gently stroked her chin before letting his hand drop. It was pathetic for her to miss the rough pad of the finger on her smooth skin, but she did.
“Yeah?” She asked shyly, looking up at him while shifting back and forth from heel to toe. A childlike comfort that Harry found to be fucking adorable.
“Yeah, Darlin’. Don’t worry about any of ‘em here. You’ve got me… and a whole load of other folks who have pride in loving where they’re from. “ he paused, taking in the sparkly flint in her eyes though she was a bit shy. It made him feel all the more eager to protect her, to make her see she was one of them. “I think you’ll fit in here just fine.”
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It's not fair.
The asshole knows what he's doing.
Harry looks up from his conversation to send me a smirk. His face is stupid, a stupid pretty face that makes me feel completely normal.
But his eyes always found a way to get to me. A pretty green with leaves of golden sunlight. I looked into them and saw something that terrified me, hope.
My heart skipped a beat when the girl in front of him started to rub up on his arm. There was this urge in me to do something but I couldn't. This bar was filled with decent men I could sleep with, but no. The cowboy-themed night was a cherry on top, he looked good in a hat.
As much as I can sit here denying it, I don't like seeing him with other girls. I didn't like seeing him with Forest and I didn’t like this.
I'm not dumb, I know I have no say over what the fuck he does or who he does. That doesn't make it any easier to ignore it.
Who does he think he is? He goes around acting like he’s the boss of anyone who walks in his path and I’m supposed to let him? Fuck that, not even to mention how he kissed me not even 45 minutes ago.
Before I can logically think I'm walking up to them. My feet carry me in his direction, his focus now on my next move.
"Sorry, am I interrupting?" I ask, tapping the girl's shoulder. The bitch turns around so fast I step back. She looks me up and down with a disgusted face.
"Clearly," she snaps, turning back to Harry. He just sits there with an amused face, watching this play out.
If he can walk around and demand what’s his, so can I.
"Damn Harry, I didn't know your type was cunt," I scoff, watching Harry's eyes widen. The girl once again turns back to but with a look of rage.
"What the fuck did you just say?!" Now I feel bad, I don't know what's come over me. I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m not mean like this but he gets me so angry sometimes.
"Take your desperation somewhere else, 'cause he's not fucking you tonight," She spits, leaning back onto Harry who honestly looks uncomfortable. I was going to walk away but after that, I have some things to say.
"Do you seriously think you’re getting lucky tonight Dolly Parton?" I bite back.
"You're such a bit-"
"That sucks, he owes me an orgasm," I push past her to grab Harry's hand without another word. He doesn't say anything and lets me pull him away.
I push through the crowd to make my way to the nearest bathroom. "This is the woman-"
"Shut up," I cut him off.
We make it there and surprisingly it is empty. I lock the door behind us and go to double-check the stalls. Once I get to the biggest one, I turn back to decide what my next move is.
I don't get that luxury because a pair of hands are on my waist, pushing me against the door of the stall.
Harry's lips find mine in a second. We make it into the stall, falling against the wall. His moans fill my mouth as I grab onto his hips.
"Her voice was fucking annoying," He groans, pulling my body into his.
“Look at you twins, stop talking”
I shut him up as I knocked his cowboy hat off onto the floor, feeling his damp hair under my fingertips. I give one of his curls a slight tug, he breaks the kiss with a gasp.
Soon enough he's back on me, sucking away at my bare neck. Almost immediately he finds my sweet spot which has me rolling my eyes back. His teeth graze my skin every once in a while just using me as he pleases.
"Didn't know I owed you something," He mumbles, watching as he grinds his hips into me. I now see the red lipstick smearing over his lips
Fuck.
"Yet here you are," I tease, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. He loses himself before placing a sloppy kiss on my lips.
It's all happening so fast and the mix of alcohol is adding to the intensity. Don't blame me, it’s Tito’s problem now.
"Are you trying to use me, ladybug?" He asks with a smile, his hand wrapping around my neck. His thumb and middle finger press against this point that has my head swirling.
The pressure and rage create an addictive bliss but I have to stick my ground.
"You could be useful for once and get on your knees," I mumble out, finding my mix of dominance with him. He doesn't seem like he would take direction well so I'm not sure where this is going to go.
"Please?" I plead out, not knowing what to say.
His mouth parted, and I felt my hand slide down his thigh. He nods his head and lowers himself to his knees in front of me.
I feel proud that I've gotten him to this point twice now.
"That was easy,"
"Like you," he mumbled, eyebrows scrunched together when he started to pull my skirt up. I wore these lace bottoms just in case anyone was seeing them tonight.
Harry disappears under my skirt, his hot breath spreading across my core. I throw my head back at the feeling, curling my hands into fists.
The bastard toys with me at first, sliding his thumb across the wet patch on my underwear. Hed applied subtle pressure that had my knees buckling but not for long.
His lips were on the inner thing, just mere centimeters away from where I was aching.
"So wet, all for me?" He peers up with his eyes, curling a finger into my underwear so he can pull it to the side. I softly moan and give him a nod to keep going.
He's not having any of that.
"Words, baby," He demanded, blowing air straight into my clit. Naturally, my legs tried to shut but he wouldn't let that happen.
"Yes Daddy," I let out, practically begging him to give me what I wanted.
"There's my girl,"
Finally, he licked a stripe up my cunt, groaning at the taste. He took my clit into his mouth, sucking ever so softly to the point where it was driving me crazy.
The way his tongue dips into my cunt, curling inside to have me almost falling over. I could fall in love on the spot.
"I GOT IT!"
or not.
I gasped, my heart dropping as the door burst open, thankfully I locked our stall. Harry looks up at me but not stopping his assault on my clit.
There's a group of girls mingling and drunkenly laughing in the bathrooms now. I go to push Harry away but it feels too good.
He takes his time between my legs as I bite back my moans. My fingers have now made their way to his hair, tugging more as I get closer.
"And then he dumped me for my sister!" This girl bursts into tears as her friends comfort her. I can't believe this is happening, but I couldn't find it in me to stop.
Harry smiles into my cunt, placing a kiss straight onto my clit. Suddenly he’s back on his feet, grabbing my chin to capture my lips.
There was something about his lips that made my mind go all fuzzy. The soft yet plump touch that I'm graced with couldn't be matched.
His hands roaming my body made me feel safe. It felt as if it was just him and I here, no one else.
We continue to make out until I feel his hand rubbing between my legs. He starts to suck on my neck more, whispering dirty nothings into my ear.
"You're such a slut for it, with all these people in here?" He whispers into my ear, plunging his finger into my soaking hole.
There were only a couple of seconds where he slowly moved his finger in and out. The tip of his middle finger circled my hole then surprised me when he would slide it in.
At first, he was testing the waters and not giving it to me fully. His fingers were much longer than I thought, reaching spots inside that I didn't even know could feel like this.
He curls them inside me, not breaking eye contact at any point. My eyes flutter close, feeling his grip on my jaw.
"Look at me, you owe me that," He whispers against my lips before placing a soft peck on them. It felt more like a plea rather than a demand. Either way, he could say anything at this moment and I would be on board.
Then he picks up his pace, watching me fall apart in the palm of his hand, literally.
“Fuck-“
"I know, baby, I know," He reassures, making it even harder to think straight.
He doesn't hold back in the slightest, rapidly fucking me with his fingers. I wasn't sure how much more I could take with being quiet. The girls on the other side of the door were getting louder so it was a little easier.
"Harry, please-" I gasp into his chest, fisting at his shirt.
"What a piece of trash, fuck that guy!" Another drunk girl slurred her friends. This reminded us that we're not alone and we could get caught at any moment.
It felt wrong to like that thrill, but it only made us want to keep going. Just the possibility, it was only thrilling when I was doing it with him.
I feel the burn in my stomach start to swirl as I'm about to release. Harry takes notice using his other hands to slide his thumb into my mouth.
My lips wrap around it, looking up at him through my lashes. His sea-green eyes darken with lust as I bob my head slightly.
"You gonna come?" He taunts me, all I can do is nod my head weakly. A second later he's back on his knees, fingers still deep inside me.
There's now the mix of that and his mouth back on me that drives me off the edge. He shakes his head with his tongue flat on my clit.
"Come in my mouth, Townes," He practically begs, cuddling his fingers in just the right spot to have me finishing all over his lips.
All I can hear is his sucking up any part of my release that he could. I can't help but gasp as he rubs on my sensitive clit. My legs run weak to the point where they wobble.
"Why was the door locked?" Someone asks.
I look down at Harry with a grin, pulling him back up to taste my cum on his lips. Chills run down my spine when his warm hands never leave my skin. He clutched onto me for dear life.
"You taste good, Ladybug," He grins, sliding his tongue into my mouth. "Anything else I owe you?" He cheekily asked.
I shake my head, did he not want anything in return?
My hands reach out to graze the part of his waist that was exposed. His head drops to watch my next move, placing a hand on my wrist.
"You don't owe me anything," He says.
"I want to," I say, leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips. He blushes at me and falls to my neck.
"Did you forget we're not alone?" He whispers into my ear.
Fuck, I did forget.
I quietly groaned, kissing up his neck. This is odd, this is the most domestic we've been with each other.
"Time to make my exit," He mumbles, his thumb gliding across my bottom lip before placing a kiss on my cheek.
Before I'm able to stop him he's grabbed his hat from the floor and is unlocking the stall door.
"Har-"
The group of girls turns back to see Harry wiping his mouth and me fixing my skirt in the background. They all stare in awe as he walks up to the sink to grab a paper towel and turn back to hand it to me.
"You're lipstick-smeared, bug," he tells me.
"Ladies," He turns back to tip his hat to the group of girls gawking at him. One of them looks back at me with shocked eyes and a wide grin.
