Adopting a Storm
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Sex was a universal language, both engulfed by so much emotion or simply as empty as a bird’s nest in December. Harry told himself time and time again that sex with Y/N was the latter. It meant nothing. It was something purely physical to scratch that itchy feeling of needing an orgasm or release after a particularly rough day.
Mainly because Y/N was married and he knew how prohibited anything with her was. She made sure to remind him often.
“It’s just for some fun, Harry.”
Though it never made sense to him why she was married to someone like her husband, a marriage lacking love and trust since before the moment they said their I do’s, he respected her choice and although he knew it he’d be better off not messing with a married woman, he couldn’t help himself.
It was extremely easy at the beginning to accept his choice. Y/N made it clear that she was looking for something to fulfill an abyss her husband couldn’t and Harry knew he was more than capable and equipped to do so.
Nevermind where or how they met, Y/N was glad they did. Harry was perfect in bed. Always full of surprises and never failing to make her shake and squirm under him, or above him. Her rough days almost always ended with her in Harry’s bed and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She’d wake up next to her husband, get ready to leave before he’d get up, go to work, get fucked senselessly by Harry, and end in bed once more right next to her husband. Her schedule was that simple. Sinful, but simple.
Austin never questioned her. He liked it that way. Especially when their marriage was built upon promises of wealth and prosperity rather than the morals of a genuine relationship. Y/N came to terms with it when she knew she had no other choice, nothing else waiting for her out there.
Meeting Harry didn’t change that… She tried to refrain from getting attached to his personal life, and he did the same. They became friends quickly though - complaining to each other about their jobs, pestering family members, and rough nights. Y/N learned how to detach and refrain from feeling anything for anyone very quickly. It helped with Harry. Even if he was so sweet and someone so easy to fall for, she knew not to fall into that rabbit hole - or at least not accept that she was peeking into the hole..
Harry on the other hand had fallen into that rabbit hole very early on, but he was extremely great at hiding it. It was hard for him. The woman he wanted to be with belonged to another man who didn’t deserve her. He only fucked her for an hour, a few more if he got lucky, then he’d have to watch her leave to go back to the man who got to have her in ways he didn’t and never could.
It wasn’t something he planned. But after feeling her so intimately on a nightly basis, there was more. It was her soft, worn-out smiles. The short conversations that had no meaning but discovered little bits of her that Harry grew to love. Her voice was always particularly mellow when she had a rougher day - that made Harry treat her more gentle than usual, wanting her to feel like he wouldn’t dare to make her day worse. Y/N loved tracing his muscularity when they laid on his bed right before she had to go. Her eyes would twinkle and gloss, yet they’d look at Harry in something akin to a frown when she got up to leave.
How could he not fall in love?
Unfortunately for his feelings and poor, broken heart, Harry was okay with having a piece of her than none at all.
It was another night of the same routine. 6:45 PM hit the clock with a knock on his door. There she stood, her heels on her hands, her hair already loose and her eyes glossy from exhaustion.
Harry let her in, watching as she walked towards his couch, setting her purse neatly on the couch with her heels perfectly paired on the floor. It made him smile, knowing how much she liked order and precision in nearly every aspect of her life.
“I need twenty-six shots, a flight to France, and three weeks free of idiots and work.” Y/N huffed as walked over to Harry with a frown on her face.
“But lucky me, I know someone who can fuck all the stress and tension away from my little body.”
Harry chuckled, nodding at her words as he leaned down to grab her thighs in command to make her jump and wrap her legs around his waist, her dress riding up her thighs to show her wet panties. It made him so hot and bothered to know she got wet on her way to him, knowing he was about to fix her problem.
“Lucky you, hm? Very, very lucky.”
The kiss was hot, wet, and hard. Harry reacted instinctively to every touch of her soft hands, all the blood in his body rushing to his cock.
“Been thinking about you all day. So fucking hungry for you cunt, baby.”
Y/N moaned into his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of her head as her pussy clenched around nothing. Though she knew how to separate church and state, Y/N was in love with Harry’s cock, his hands, and his talented mouth.
She reacted to any little thing he’d do or say like she was being puppeteered. Y/N felt blessed to be fucked by someone so good in bed, she knew she always needed to come back for more. It was impressive how quick he learned her body and its sweet spots, almost as if Harry had the manual and she was unaware of it.
Harry didn’t even want to waste time by walking to his room.
He reached his dining table, laying her on her back over the wood surface while leaving her legs spread open for him. His fingers hooked on the hem of her thong, ridding them off her delicious skin.
God, he could soak in her all day. Her lips were spread open, her beautiful pink hole glistening and nearly begging to be fucked and ruined. Harry licked his lips like he’d just been offered the most delicious meal of his life, getting on his knees immediately to flatten his tongue right on her cunt.
He moaned at the taste of her arousal, lapping up every ounce of her juice like it was only made for Harry - at least in his head it was only made for him.
“Fuck, H.” Y/N huffed as she propped herself up on her elbows to watch the man devour her so perfectly. “Been wanting your mouth all - fuck - all day.”
Broken moans left her sinful lips with every suckle and lick of Harry’s mouth. He was like a man on a mission, seeking her orgasm as proof of how well he knew her body and its way of unraveling for him. Her body responded to every kiss and touch, how could he want to fuck anyone else? Her body was made for him and he was certain of it.
“Gonna cum for me? I know it’s close, baby. Give it to me.”
His tongue circled around her needy clit, eyes staring up at her glossy ones to make sure she knew how bad he wanted it, making her mouth fall open and a loud gasp leave her lips as her thighs began to shake beside Harry’s head. Harry kept on, letting himself enjoy the feeling of his tongue devouring her pussy until she came all over his mouth and chin.
Y/N’s taste was addicting. Harry couldn’t have enough of it, having to force her thighs open to continue eating her sweet cunt despite her begging to give her a break from the overstimulation.
“Please, H.. I can’t - please.” Her eyes were red and teary, looking down at him pleadingly until he gave in and finally got off his knees.
“I just can’t help myself. You’re so fucking delicious.” Harry said with a chuckle, leaning down to press a wet kiss to the corner of her lips.
Y/N couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her chest, her mouth open about to say something until her phone began to ring in her purse making her head shoot that way with a soft sigh.
It was probably Austin. Y/N scoffed and let herself sit up on the table, the phone continuing to ring as if it were going to answer itself anytime soon, eventually shutting up. “M’not gonna pick it up. I deserve another two orgasms. Maybe three.”
Harry laughed, helping her off the table so they could disappear into his room but that wasn’t going to happen. Not while her phone began to ring again inside her purse, and this time Y/N knew she had to answer it. It was weird for him to call at this time, but he probably needed something that only she knew where it was or how to do it.
“Give me a second, H.” Y/N sighed, walking towards the couch to retrieve her phone from her purse to confirm that it was Austin calling. She cleared her throat, sliding her finger across the screen.
“Hey.”
“Where are you?”
Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed at his inquiry, finding it weird that he was asking that when he never questioned her whereabouts.
“I’m out. Why?”
“You need to come home. We have to talk. Now.”
Harry figured what might be going on by the way Y/N’s body stiffened and the tone in her voice seemed defensive and deflective. Their night was cut short, but most importantly, Y/N was upset and it was going to leave Harry worried until he’d see her again, unless she’d call him later that night to complain about it.
She locked her phone after Austin hung up, shoving it back into her purse. Y/N tried to come up with something, anything to explain why he suddenly cared about what the hell she was doing, it made her angry. He ruined her schedule, he ruined her orgasm streak, and he ruined the peace she created for herself.
Y/N was afraid that this was the last time she’d see Harry. She wanted to stay, she wanted to say fuck it and stay. But she knew she couldn’t. Y/N always tried to prepare herself for this moment, but it didn’t work. It still hurt knowing she had to walk away from Harry like he really was something strictly physical and fun.
“I gotta go, Harry. I’ll… See you soon.”
Harry stood by the hallway with his eyes trained on the frustrated woman who was desperately trying to gather her things and leave Harry’s house quickly, as if she were being timed. Albeit Harry knew something like this could happen someday, he couldn’t shake away nor explain the feeling of worry growing in his gut.
Watching her leave in a hurry sucked. It truly did.
Though as usual, he planned to carry on with his night, as lonely as always.
A shower, reading another chapter of his book for the month, scrolling through his socials, then off to sleep.
He decided on a longer shower than usual, letting the hot water try and wash away that worry that only grew stronger in his stomach though it didn’t help. It was prevalent and annoying. Harry shut off the water, grabbing his towel to dry himself some before wrapping the towel around his waist and walking back into his room.
His mind was going a million miles per second, thinking about all the possibilities of what could’ve made her leave his house so hurriedly, even if it seemed like there was an obvious answer to it. The answer that slapped his face the second his phone buzzed on his nightstand and he grabbed it to see the message flashing on his screen. A message from Y/N.
‘We can’t see each other anymore. I’m sorry.’
Harry felt his heart stop in his chest at the confirmation of the one thing his mind evaded so often. Her husband found out and now Harry was going to starve from the privilege of Y/N, of having her for an hour a night however she preferred because Harry would make it last inside of him until he’d see her again.
It was gone. She was gone. It only hurt more to know he was stupid enough to allow himself to feel anything for a married woman. Despite not listening to his head and following his heart, he knew he was fucked.
Absolutely ruined for anyone else because he wanted someone he knew he couldn’t have anymore.