in which you've been on a few bad dates, one of which scaring you off for good. you decide you're better off alone, safe at home. and truth be told, you don't even need a boyfriend. you're beyond content with the erotic dreams you've been having. the handsome, mystery man always leaves you satisfied beyond compare. you just wish you could keep him... forever.
Warnings & themes: 18+ (please no minors!!!), smut, very dark, disturbing themes, paranormal, please read at your own discretion! (incubus!harry, lhh, longhair!harry)
Yours. Forever. (word count: 3.7K / alternatively, read on wattpad)
“... Wait, really?”
Y/N shrugs, feeling a bit weird for oversharing, but this is someone who is becoming a close friend of hers. She’d met Nora through another mutual friend at a New Year’s Eve party, and they’d gone out for walks and coffee a few times. Nora had been poking about Y/N’s love life, since it was June and they’d known each other for half a year now and she’d never seen her with someone or heard her talk about anyone romantically. “Yeah… I mean, doesn’t everybody?”
“I mean, I personally don’t, but good for you,” Nora giggles, elbowing her playfully as they make their way through the park on the particularly nice day. Not too hot, but sunny and not a single cloud in the sky. A clear blue sky was a rarity in London, even on days that had no rainfall whatsoever.
Y/N knits her eyebrows, “surely you have, you just probably don’t remember.”
“Oh, trust me, I think I’d remember being woken up from an intense orgasm.”
“Well, fine, but you do have erotic dreams, right? Maybe you just wake up before you get to finish.”
It’s Y/N’s turn to scoff, “you callin’ me a liar?!”
“No! But c’mon. There’s no way you aren’t and you just don’t remember. You know, like people who walk in their sleep.”
Y/N supposes it was possible, however it had happened so many times by now that she’d actually had the presence of mind to take note of her body in its entirety whenever waking up from these sex dreams she kept having that resulted in her orgasming so hard that it woke her up. She never had her clothes askew, her hands were over the comforter even, tucked under her pillow most times. “I actually looked it up when it first started happening. It’s entirely possible to orgasm without even having to touch yourself at all.”
“Damn, really? And here I am struggling to get myself off as it is. Some people just luck out, huh. Guess you’re one of them then. Can you do it awake, too?”
“Oh, no, Nora… really? What gives… I’m sorry to hear that. Uhm, no, I’ve never tried honestly. Maybe I’ll give it a shot, you know, for science,” they both snicker. “But yeah, apparently it’s all up here,” she gestures towards her head. “Which is probably why you can’t get there. Most of the time it’s just a mental blockage that you aren’t aware of. I usually orgasm easily, but I’ve had relationships where I just wasn’t getting there, even though the guy turned me on and all that. But if we weren’t really compatible otherwise, or if we fought a lot, it affected our sex life. Well, my sex life. They were managing to come juuuust fine.”
Nora laughs at this, “ugh, men. Can they also come without being touched, I wonder? Bet they can’t, since their dicks are so obviously disconnected from their brains. I swear they could get there no matter what.”
“I don’t remember anything gender specific from when I looked it up. But you’re probably right. But yeah, that’s probably it. It’s probably just you being stressed about your master thesis.”
“Could be. Hasn’t really been this bad before, although I’m not the kind to get there easily like you are. But at least I would, eventually. Now it’s like… why even bother, honestly. I’ve tried so many toys at this point that I’ve actually wondered if maybe I’ve desensitized myself.”
“Oh, damn. Is that a thing?”
“Yeah, totally. But lemme guess. You don’t even use toys, do you?
Y/N grimaces apologetically and Nora laughs, “good lord, woman. No wonder you don’t need a man, huh?”
“That’s not what I said!”
The conversation had led here with Nora pestering Y/N to get on dating apps, claiming she’d never seen her friend coupled up and it sounded like she wasn’t even trying.
But Y/N doesn’t believe in dating apps. She’s tried them in the past, and realized early on that there aren’t any men interested in actual relationships on there. Nora argued not every date has to lead to a full blown relationship. Casual hook-ups aren’t the end of the world, some could even end up in a friends with benefits type of thing. And surely, that’s better than just being alone.
But that just isn’t Y/N’s style. Nora had widened her eyes and asked her friend, point blank, if she’d really been celibate that whole time, leading to Y/N confessing.
“I mean… no hook-ups, no friends with benefits. Gotta admit, I was gearing up to you confessing you were a porn addict or something, but this really is original, Y/N. Very you. How did your past boyfriends cope with this? Weren’t they jealous your dreams were making you come more than they were?”
“This is actually somewhat new. None of my exes were around when this first started happening.”
“Oh, wow. When did it start?”
“I’m not telling you that! You already think it’s appalling that I’ve not had sex since you’ve known me, hate to think what your reaction would be if you knew how long this dry spell really has been going on for.”
“Oh, god, Y/N. It’s bad, isn’t it? Come on then, let’s hear it!”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not!? Hey, if anything, kudos to you. You don’t want casual and won’t settle for less than you deserve, I respect that. Hooking up is not for everyone and that’s fine. And if the apps have really been that bad of an experience, there’s nothing wrong with waiting to meet someone organically. It’s near impossible, mind you, but not wrong per se.”
Y/N rolls her eyes, knowing she couldn’t even argue that. It’ s hard finding someone out in the wild in an era where everyone around was meeting people through apps. But she just doesn’t wanna risk another bad experience, she’d really gone through some wild shit on these dates, the last of which had really made her uncomfortable and she was lowkey traumatized. But she’d never really told anyone about it, instead she just pretended it never happened and that the guy didn’t try and roofie her, only for the bartender to intervene and kick him out before she could drink her second cocktail he’d ordered for her while she was at the bathroom. “Fine… it’s been… just under two and a half years.”
Nora does a shit job at hiding her shock. Instead, she tries deflecting with humor. “Maybe this is some kinda coping mechanism your body has come up with. Do you think you’re officially a virgin again? Like, physically? You know since you don’t even use toys…”
Y/N pushes Nora playfully, gasping in mock offence. “That’s the last time I’m ever confiding in you, by the way.”
She means it as a joke, but makes a mental note not to overshare again. And also thinks that it was a good thing she never told her about the bar date incident either. Nora would’ve had her call the cops on the guy. And the thing is, even then she knew she should’ve. But that meant facing the reality of what almost happened, and she couldn’t afford therapy.
She hates the idea of someone taking advantage of her like that. Had that guy successfully drugged her, she probably would’ve gone along with anything he’d propositioned her, all her inhibitions stripped and her judgement clouded. And then, she hates to think what his true intentions could’ve been. Maybe he just wanted an easy lay, but who’s to say his intentions weren’t even darker than that? She could’ve ended up dead for all she knew.
This is the true reason why she hasn’t been on any dates with strangers since. She just can’t trust men again. She’ll either date someone she gets introduced to through common friends, or not at all. She’d need someone to vouch for these men.
Until then, being alone feels like the safest option.
*
Y/N does think about her conversation with Nora, though. She supposes her friend was right, in a way. She’s probably compensating for the lack of action in her dreams. And what Nora doesn’t know is that these dreams aren’t just entirely erotic, either. She can actually remember bits and pieces, and she’s actually started journaling them since she grew frustrated when she realized she would promptly forget what little she did remember.
She’d only begun writing down in her journal whatever little she could remember when waking up a year or so back, so more than half was “undocumented” but she sometimes likes going through it, and tries piecing the parts together somehow. Because she’s fairly certain it’s some sort of recurring dream.
And what makes her believe so is the fact that she is pretty sure she only ever dreams of one particular man whenever this happens. She only visually remembers very few things about him. Whenever she tries to remember him whilst awake, she can never really fully see his face. It’s like trying to remember someone you haven’t seen in a long, long while and have no photos of. You can remember key features and the mind will just fill in the blanks, but it’s never really the same every time you think of them.
He has long hair, for one. Long, wavy-curly, chestnut hair. She probably remembers this because she doesn’t really know anyone in real life like that. She read somewhere once that people only ever dream of other people they’ve actually met. The mind seemingly can’t conjure up a completely imagined face. So this feature stuck out to her.
Another thing she distinctly remembers are his eyes. But this is where she thinks that thing she’d read up must’ve been bogus, because she’s certain she doesn’t know anyone with sparkly green eyes.
It’s just quick instances she seems to have ingrained in her brain, but him glancing at her and his eyes sparkling is something that always comes to mind whenever she thinks of these dreams. She can’t even properly describe this in her journal. It’s something she hasn’t seen in fantasy movies even, she doesn’t remember ever thinking about this before. But his green eyes will sparkle when he looks at her in these dreams, almost as if he has light reflecting glitter dancing under the surface of his irises. Which is odd, since she only ever dreams of him in her room.
In her dark room.
Y/N can’t sleep with lamps on. And for some reason, whenever she dreams of him, it’s as if he’s there with her, in her room, in the middle of the night.
So how do his eyes reflect any sort of light, then?
Another thing she can’t really describe in her journal is his voice. Gruff, hushed, yet sweet and inviting. It’s like he’s always telling her secrets, secrets that she has to get close in order to hear. She can remember the feel of his lips against the shell of her ear whenever he whispers these secrets to her. It’s the one thing she remembers the most, the thing she’s written about the most in her journal entries and seemingly the first thing she remembers for most of these dreams.
It always seemingly starts with her noticing him in her room, as if he’s always been there but she is too preoccupied to notice him at first. Whenever she finally notices him, he smiles at her. He has a very distinctive smile. A half-smile even, a smirk, and his eyes narrow a bit, almost as if to say, “ah, finally, now I’ve got your attention.”
His presence never startles her. It’s always like she knows he is there, all she has to do is look his way. It is never ominous, like some strange man has broken into her home in the middle of the night. For some reason, it’s as if her brain knows him and even expects him.
Her body definitely recognizes him, also. Some entries in her journal describe the feeling of her pussy throbbing whenever they first make eye contact.
He’ll speak to her then, and she’ll not really be able to hear him.
She’ll invite him closer.
But no matter how close he gets, it’ s never close enough to hear, not until he’s whispering against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
There’s nothing in her journal about what he says to her, but whatever it is would make her moan and thrash around in her bed, begging and pleading for him to take her.
The amount of filth Y/N has read out of her journal in the mornings following these dreams is insane. She always forgets what it was she’d dreamed of completely. Sometimes she even forgets having woken up, that’s why she checks her journal every morning.
It’s never entirely coherent.
But aside from the way these dreams seemingly all start- her noticing him, him whispering in her ear, her pleading for him, nothing is ever repeated twice.
Y/N enjoys flipping through the pages from time to time, and everytime she does she pieces together more things about this mystery man she keeps having wet dreams about. It doesn’t happen all that often, maybe 2-3 times a month, but when it does it leaves her feeling satisfied and floaty, and she carries the feeling with her well throughout her otherwise dull workdays. Finds herself fantasizing about him, wondering who he could be or if her mind has truly just created him for her own guilty pleasure.
Most of the things she’s written down she’d never even imagined before. Y/N isn’t really into porn, she found it quite repetitive and a bit boring, she’s certainly never seen anything nearly as passionate as what she’s read out of her journal. She’s surprised her mind is conjuring up these scenarios. She’s always been someone very in tune with her own sexuality, but she isn’t the kinkiest person either. Not for lack of wanting, but she’s just never had the opportunity to try most things that were a bit out there. But whoever she turns into during these dreams is definitely willing to try any and everything and learn she loves all of it.
“Keeps me in his lap, my back to his chest, spreads me wide and toys with me until my whole body trembles. Whispers in my ear the whole time, wish I could remember what he says to me. His long, thick fingers reach so deep inside me, cupping my pussy and rubbing the heel of his palm into my clit so hard –”
“Every thrust feels like I would explode at any moment, his cockhead rubbing against my g-spot again and again and again perfectly every single time. Pulls out and bends my knees to my chest, sinking his tongue deep inside me and rubbing his whole face hungrily against me until I flood his mouth–”
“His hands on me feel like fire, every touch ignites me, every kiss makes my brain melt. Everytime he hits my cervix I feel my breath catch. Swear he gets so close I can feel him under my skin.”
“He’s everywhere, his presence cages me in, beyond just his broad shoulders, I don’t even know my name when he’s here. Desperate, obsessed, HIS.”
“Full, so full. Can still feel him, still twitching.”
“His groans, his pants, the way he feels under my palms. The way he slides down my throat. My hair pulled, my neck squeezed, my pussy slapped. He consumes me.”
“Keep trying to grasp at him when I finally come and he pins my hands down, his eyes sparkle looking at me come undone for him–”
“Whispers, sloppy kisses, his fingers everywhere at once, his tongue on every inch of me, his eyes burning into my soul. Never want to forget. Never want to wake up.”
She furrows her brows a bit at the end of that particular entry. As much as she wishes she could keep this mystery man in her bed with her after she wakes up, she does very much want to wake up. She decides to grab her pen and strike out that last sentence. What an odd thing to say, indeed… Her lustful mind must’ve really clouded her judgement.
*
Had she fallen asleep? Her eyes turn to look for the digital clock on her nightstand, but something else catches her attention.
Immediately she feels overwhelmed, like she can’t fit in her own skin anymore. She stands up on her bed, her mouth growing dry. “You came back.”
His smirk grows as his eyes narrow, visibly pleased with himself. Standing in her armchair, he uncrosses his legs and spreads them wide. He’s tenting his trousers and wants her to see she has the same effect on him as he does on her.
“Are you staying? Where did you go? Please don’t leave me again…” she whines, slowly crawling to the edge of the bed to get closer. He leans in, resting his elbows on his meaty thighs and just stares at her, taking her in.
His eyes rake down her body and she can’t help but follow their path, she’s naked. When had she gotten naked?
The sight of her own naked body makes her even more desperate for him to touch.
He then says something, and it’s just barely audible. “Hm? Come closer. I can’t hear you.” And she thinks she’s being really clever, too. He’ll have to come closer and that’s when she’ll convince him to put his hands on her.
He smirks and his eyes sparkle with mischief. It takes her breath away. When he stands she sits back and spreads her legs wide for him, showing him her glistening core. She raises her hand and gestures him over with her finger, “come closer so I can hear you. Closer… closer…”
The mattress dips under his knee as he climbs on top of her, caging her in under his hypnotizing gaze. He then slowly lowers his lips to the shell of her ear, and she shudders at the feeling.
“Say you’ll be mine forever, Y/N.”
She nearly orgasms at the sound of his voice alone. Her whole body responds to it.
She combs her fingers through his long, luscious hair as he starts licking down her neck and to her breasts, she feels his leaky tip against her folds and realizes he’s gotten naked too, and the anticipation of what is to come makes her extremely lightheaded. She feels herself sinking into the mattress, floating in a hazy fog where all she can focus on are his hands all over her body and his sparkly eyes.
“Say it, and I’ll never leave again. Want to be mine forever, Y/N?” She nods vigorously, tilting her pelvis, trying to get him to sink in. She feels his long fingers ghost around her neck and then squeeze, slowly adding more and more pressure. “Then say it.”
“Yours. Forever.”
He groans, squeezing harder as he plunges inside of her and she screams in ecstasy, surrendering to the feeling completely. Surrendering to him.
*
Nora receives a Daily Mail news article on Whatsapp from the common friend who introduced her and Y/N at the New Year’s Eve party. She sees the push notification followed by a lot of exclamation points but is just about to head out the door to catch the tube into work.
After she makes it to her platform and realizes she probably just missed it since the next train was due to arrive in 7 minutes, she remembers the notification. She opens the link, disregarding the flood of texts that follow it from her friend, and for a few moments, it’s like the words dance on her phone’s screen, without making any sense.
The picture is what makes her breath catch in her throat. Then the name being mentioned a few times throughout the article. The words start forming coherent sentences when she finally forces herself to read one paragraph at a time.
“Y/N Y/L/N was found on the morning of Wednesday after the landlord had to use the master key to enter the flat she was subletting. She hadn’t responded to any of his phone calls and had failed to pay rent on time. Taking matters into his own hands, the man decided to check the flat, this behavior entirely unusual on the young woman’s part. That is when he found her in her bed, seemingly peacefully asleep, but the foul smell had the man calling an ambulance immediately. He didn’t dare touch her and check for any vital signs, but he did notice she didn’t appear to be breathing whilst he waited for the paramedics to get there.
<< The smell was awful, but I kept hoping she maybe had a pet she didn’t admit to owning that had died, which would also explain her going incommunicado. However, the longer I waited for the ambulance the clearer it was that she’d passed away in her sleep. Nothing looked amiss in the flat. The paramedics took her lifeless body and then the autopsy reported she’d died from what must’ve been a cardiorespiratory arrest in her sleep. They didn’t find anything in her system or on her body to suggest any sort of foul play. She was only 27 years old and wasn’t known to suffer from any health problems that could lead to such an early demise. It’s truly a tragedy…>>
While the police have ruled out an investigation, they did let on that it appears to have been a matter of the heart that might have led to this somehow. A journal was found at the side of Y/N’s bed, however several pages appeared to have been ripped out, the last entry dated over a year ago. No fingerprints aside from her own have been found and searches for the missing pages have been inconclusive.”
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Lupus Noctis fan art and this fan art by @tiredinwinter
Summary: THE RITUAL - Harry does what he was born to do and Y/n finally sees his demonic form which is beautiful and frightening.
A/n: Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry, so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing. This is all just smut really so be warned. 5k words
Warning: Smut, religious themes, talks of demonic powers, talk of blood, biting, sacreligious prayer, pain kink, breeding kink
Character List
Harry had you lie on the bed at the center. He stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at you with a grin that would have looked evil to anyone not aware of what was going on. His demon features were beginning to surface. His face was shadowed, his eyes were black, and you swore when he licked his lips his tongue looked like it had been dipped in blood. Harry’s breaths were deep and animalistic, reminding you of the rattled breaths from Satan. He appeared taller, and then when he threw his head back and lifted his arms he began to speak Enochian in a voice not his own. Or at least a voice you hadn’t heard come from him before.
It startled you at first, the way his voice was guttural and reverberated deeply around him. He didn’t sound human. But of course, Harry wasn’t human. Not fully. The tattoos on his body looked as if they were beginning to glow and you realized that blood was dripping from the edges of his mouth as he moved his lips.
Harry’s black wings appeared suddenly, taking up the space around him and nearly reaching the high ceiling. A steamy cloud in grey floated above him and began to disperse toward your space on the bed. The cloud hovered and Harry’s chanting grew darker and louder and the sound of thunder rattled the windows and shook the bed.
You kept your eyes on Harry as he grew large. The glowing tattoos glittered and his teeth looked sharp, maybe like something you’d imagine a vampire’s teeth to look like.
You tried to take a breath but you realized his chant and the ritual he had begun placed you in a trance. You were aware but you were unable to speak or breathe or blink. Your lungs felt like they needed air but then you felt your limbs begin to tingle.
Without even seeing Harry move he was suddenly above you, his face inches from yours and his once dark eyes were now red like his mouth full of blood. You weren’t scared but you were in awe. His body had grown and his wings were larger than the bed you were on. A tale behind him whipped to the side and the steamy fog that had floated over your body had now taken up the space of the ceiling completely so that all you could see was the cloudy grey fog above.
Harry was beautiful. Breathtaking. You now could see it with your own eyes that he was part of a lineage of angels and demons that were created to be perfect. But you couldn’t voice this to him. You were stuck. You were unable to move.
Harry’s voice filled your head, “You’re perfect,” he said without moving his mouth. And you were compelled to part your lips with your eyes locked on his. You held your mouth open and the blood in Harry’s mouth was poured into your own. It tasted like metal and burnt wood. Without even swallowing the liquid drew down your throat and into your tummy and Harry’s hand grasped your jaw.
You realized his nails were digging into your skin when you felt the pinch of it, but it only made you more excited. His mouth dropped to your neck and you felt his sharp teeth puncture your skin and he pulled at your flesh to drink your blood.
The feeling of it made you dizzy, woozy, hot, aroused. Your head was filled with images of snakes slithering in and out of a circle of mud and then you saw an angel in white and a demon in black on either side of the circle of wet earth. They were chanting the same thing Harry had been. The grey sky above was a cloud that began to lower and thunder shook the ground.
When Harry removed his mouth from your neck your head cleared and you saw him again, above you but it felt like a dream. He began to move down your body and his wings folded back into his spine with a crunching echo. Harry’s nails gently scraped your flesh as he lowered himself. He never removed his eyes from yours.
Unable to move or breathe or speak you watched him as he placed his big palms over your tummy and continued his incantation. You knew the words he was speaking were a summons of fertility and protection. You could feel your heart pounding and your body reacted to his touch and his words with need and desire.
Harry’s gaze remained locked on yours when he brought his hands down over your hips and then to the warmest, softest spot between your legs, his chants slowing and softening.
You felt your insides heat up and burn when he pushed his fingers into your entrance and the bed shook, the deafening sound of thunder crashing around you. Harry’s fingers were inside of you and you could feel the sting of his nails dragging through you at the same time that you felt the pressure of your orgasm. It was as if you went from being aroused to being penetrated, and in mere seconds an orgasm was about to burst from your veins. It was not like anything you’d ever experienced but your body was not in your control. Harry was the master of you at that moment. He was willing an orgasm out of you. But you allowed it. You’d given him permission and full control of your body and its response.
The lava that filled your lungs and your veins and your insides began to surge out of your body and into Harry’s hand. You couldn’t moan or shout or reach for him for grounding as you came with a burst of light and thunder shaking the world. Your eyes went dark and you saw a creature in your vision. He had three heads and he held a book. One of the heads cried in sorrow, the other laughed maniacally, and the third recited from the book he held and watched you intently.
Shaken back to your present you opened your eyes and Harry was in his normal form, the one you’d been used to, and sat in between your legs naked and watching you silently. The room was calm and noiseless. The fog was gone. The sound of thunder had disappeared and now you could breathe, pulling air into your lungs, and feel your heart pounding in your chest.
“Harry?” You spoke with a shaky breath and Harry smiled as he leaned over you and kissed you hard. You pulled your arms up and around his back and he cupped your face, holding your head close to him.
Harry broke from the kiss and delicately rubbed a thumb over your face, “You’re okay. I needed to call on the spirits to watch, to witness what I’m going to do to you. They’re here but you can’t see them anymore. Are you ready, my love?”
You nodded. You knew that this would be part of the ritual. Harry had prepared you for it beforehand. He explained you’d see things that didn’t make sense and his form would change and then that during the performance you’d be watched as he filled you with his fertile seed and made you pregnant.
Harry moved back down your body and put his face right over your labia, licking upward and closed his eyes, “Praise be to The Almighty for his creation, this heady essence,” he looked at you and kissed your pussy before licking into your crease again and continuing his prayer of thanks, “Thanks to God for this willing soul and body to home the heir of an incubus. The womb of my choice before me is a gift,” another lick of his tongue into your arousal coating his mouth, “one I will happily receive and will complete my duty to maintain the balance The Almighty has required. Praise and thanks are due to God, The Almighty for making this creation. Amen.”
You scrunched your brow as you looked at Harry. Praying to God?
Harry grinned as he saw the look on your face, “Why not? He is the creator. It’s because of him that this is possible at all. Your body,” Harry spoke in a raspy voice as he smoothed his hands up from your thighs to your hips, “your womb… these tits,” he brushed the tips of his fingers over the peeks of your nipples, “the breath in your lungs, the pout on these lips,” he lowered his mouth to kiss yours before situating himself between your legs, “this very moment, your need, your smell, your soul… it’s all here for me to defile. Praise God,” Harry laughed at his sacrilegious spiel. You laughed.
“Shall we begin?” Harry spoke as he hovered over you, positioning your body under him with his cock pressed at your opening.
You nodded and Harry kept his eyes on yours as he finally pushed his bulbous crown into your entrance, his plunge inward slicing into your walls and pushing them apart with his big demon cock. You gasped at the same time Harry did. And you knew this was it. Harry would need to put on a bit of a show for the spirits who were present. It was part of the ancient promise he made long ago and something he rather enjoyed doing. But now, being able to do it with you would be something inexplicable. He was ready to fuck his heir into you, to answer his calling.
Harry groaned deeply as he began to stuff himself into you further. His big cock was overwhelming your insides. You always knew he was big and he always felt big inside of you but you never had trouble taking him. But now, the width and his length felt even more sizable. You weren’t sure if his cock was actually larger or if that was just part of how it felt to be on the receiving end of the impregnation ritual.
You cried out when his cock slipped out then he forced it back in. Your body jolted upward and Harry repeated his heavy thrusts. Over and over again your body was rocked upward and the bed, which was sturdy and seemed like it wouldn’t be easily moved, was shaking and dipping under Harry’s intense pounding. It felt like you’d split in two.
You were wet in a way that seemed impossible, though, and it created a slippery hole for Harry’s big cock. Your body was enjoying the intrusion, the way you were being spread apart, the ache, the pinch of pain.
Harry’s muscles flexed and his body worked his prick in and out of you with astonishing strength. Your mind wandered for a moment to what a human woman would have felt when Harry was doing this. It must have been far more painful because if you were feeling the pain, certainly a human woman would feel it much worse. And you enjoyed a bit of pain.
You sucked in a sharp breath when Harry slowed his movement after grinding himself in so deep you felt it in your stomach. He watched himself disappear into you and the way your pussy gripped around him. It was beautiful. He groaned in a laugh, “Look at this. See how you take it.”
You pushed yourself up to look down at where you were connected and you gasped in surprise, your eyes widening. You looked up to Harry’s face and then back down to where his cock was moving into you. He was bigger. His cock was so large and you looked so small in comparison.
“It’s so big. Why?” You moaned your words as Harry filled you with his fleshy and thick cock over and over again.
Harry brought a hand down to your pussy and pressed his fingers to your labia where you were gripping him as he slicked himself inward, “It just happens. When it’s time for my semen to enter a womb it makes my cock swell and grow. Even more than it does normally.”
“Oohh… it’s so thick…” you cooed looking from where his dick was shiny and covered in you up to his face, “… this is what it looks like when you breed someone?”
Harry groaned and moved his hands upward to your tits, “Yes. Fuck baby… gonna fill you up and breed your cunt.”
You keened at his words and the way he felt moving into you. You imagined yourself carrying Harry’s heir. Your heir. Your belly would grow and you’d become a mom.
You’d be a mother to a baby. A mother.
You suddenly felt the tiniest bit of worry. You knew what you were getting into but at that moment, things were very real. Harry was going to get you pregnant. The ritual had begun, but that didn’t mean your mind didn’t wander.
Harry slowed down a little and repositioned so he was laying over your body, his face inches above yours. He put his hands up and cradled the back of your head and sloppily pushed in and pulled back with languid and slow strokes.
“Y/n… I can hear those doubts. But I love you. You're my mate. My only one. I will do everything I can to make this perfect for you. I’ll serve you,” he poked deep into your insides as he continued, “I’ll worship you, take care of everything you need and want. You won’t have to lift a single finger,” the noise of Harry’s heavy prick grinding into you squelched as he continued gently rocking into you, “You’re my whole world. My queen. My angel,” he looked down at you as he spoke, “Don’t worry about anything… my little lemon love,” he gasped a breath at how his cock was squeezed and coated by you.
You laughed at his use of the nickname and nodded, “I love you, Harry. This feels so good… ahhhh…” you lifted your head upward to connect your lips to Harry’s. You wanted to feel him on your mouth and in your pussy at the same time. His tongue licking into your mouth, and his cock thrusting through your walls.
Harry moaned into your sweet mouth. He was in his element. This was when his incubus nature could really shine. He would fuck you over and over and over again this night. He would come inside of you many times and impregnate you.
Normally, during the ritual, he’d fuck and come once. It was all that was required. But sometimes, he felt like he needed to really solidify his ability and soothe his urge. There were times in the past when a female was particularly enticing and her smell was too delicious to just have one time during impregnation. Harry had a primal side afterall. He’d been fucking since the middle stone ages. Things were different then and his experiences had evolved over time. Back then he didn’t take a lot of time or care to impregnate. But as he aged and learned and humanity influenced him in his quest he realized he’d been missing out on the way it could be a joy to impregnate. Especially certain women.
Some women would get the full experience, others would just get pregnant. But Harry loved showing women a good time during the ritual. He liked giving pleasure, he learned. Because the response was much better and it fed his ego. He liked being good at what he did.
And with you, well there was no question about what kind of experience he’d give you. Not only could you handle him better than any human, but he was also obsessed with you and your scent and he loved making you come. Because he felt it when you came. Having an orgasm with his bonded mate was something on a different level. He felt your orgasm in his body and you felt his. There was nothing like it. Nothing.
He'd been having sex for thousands of years but you were the first he’d experienced bonded sex with and it changed him the first time he felt it. If he thought he was obsessed with sex before, it was nothing like what he needed now. But it was you he was obsessed with.
And you did feel so deeply for him and you knew it was different. This was going to change everything but you could set aside your worry because Harry would be with you in this.
The lights in the chandelier began to flicker and the room became thick with his scent and yours. Your senses were suddenly on fire. Every single movement that Harry made was felt and you sensed his body and the pleasure coursing through his veins searing into your own. The increased speed of his thrusts had you coughing out grunts when he rammed in deeply.
“Oh! Harry! I’m… fuck!” Your stomach boiled and your slickness was drenching everything under you. Harry set his eyes on yours and the look on his face was lust and love and need.
“Feel it, my love. Feel yourself open up to allow your body to accept getting filled with my sperm. It’s coming… My cock is pushing you open,” Harry grunted his words and moaned loudly, deeply.
You felt something being stuffed behind your head and opened your eyes again, Harry had angled you upward so you could see it. So you could watch as he filled you up and very moment you’d become pregnant. He didn’t need to say that’s what he was doing. You could hear his filthy thoughts.
You watched the carnal act happening between your legs. Everything was wet. The hair at the base of Harry’s dick was drenched in you, the sound of his cock sinking into you, the way cool air hit your bum and pussy when Harry reared back for a moment before burying himself back in… and the scent. Your sense of smell had always been very good but you loved the way you smelled when you were turned on mixed with Harry’s sweat.
Harry was huffing and grunting as he rutted into you. You could feel his orgasm approaching just as yours was. You gasped at the ache it caused you, he was holding it back so he could come with you and the hint of pain in his balls could be felt inside of you.
“Ah… fuck Harry, I’m coming…” you whined as you felt your pussy pulse and grip around his thick cock and Harry wailed out loudly as he finally poured his seed into you. He didn’t stop his heavy thrusts as he spurted hot come into your body, ramming himself in as deeply as he could go, coating your insides and shivering with the feel of your orgasm and his mixed in blissfully.
You felt like your heart stopped beating as you came. Your insides opened for him and your walls swallowed all that he gave you. The thick air choked your lungs and you cried out Harry’s name over and over again as if the words were oxygen for you.
When Harry couldn’t continue stuffing himself into you any deeper he stilled his hips and his labored breathing was heard in the room. You were spent. But it wasn’t over yet.
The orgasm was the beginning of the impregnation ritual. Now Harry’s cock would stay inside of you, keeping his seed pressed deeply in, his slit would continue to leak more come as your body drank it in. He explained to you that it would come after the orgasm.
Harry lowered himself over you and took your hand in his, moving your arm upward and bending it at the elbow, and kissed your lips. His cock was still hard and you could feel him continuing to pulse and twitch inside of you as he continued to drain himself. You could feel Harry’s ecstasy the whole time. He’d already come but his body was still experiencing the euphoria of the orgasm as his body released everything into you.
His hot mouth covered yours as he licked and kissed you. He squeezed your hand and brought his other hand under your head with his lips still on you.
It was simply erotic and intimate. There could be no other way to describe the moments that followed your orgasms. You were both reeling from the deliciousness but still connected and still in the moment. Still feeling everything around and inside of you.
“You’re gonna be a mommy, Y/n…” Harry spoke against your lips in a deep voice before he continued kissing you wetly.
You moaned and scratched your fingers down the expanse of his back with your free hand. You were gonna be a mom. Harry’s sperm would fill you up and impregnate you. Soon you’d be carrying his heir. Your heir.
Suddenly the lights that had been flickering went out and the row of candles over the mantle of the fireplace was all that was left to light the room.
You felt wind surround your body and Harry’s and then a low howl sounded in the room before the lights came back on and the room was still and quiet.
Harry backed away from the kiss and looked down at you with a soft smile and lidded eyes, “Baby… how do you feel?”
He kept your hand in his and the hand behind your head that cradled your cranium was rubbing at your scalp.
You smoothed your hand upward to his shoulders and smiled, “So good. Is it… is it done?”
Harry’s bright green eyes were soft and searching your face as he nodded, “Yes. The spirits have left and now you’re carrying my heir. Our heir.”
The ritual was complete the first time Harry came inside of you that night. But he took advantage of his state all night. You two rested between orgasms but he made sure that every time he came he was pumping his come inside your pussy, “Just to be sure,” he said. Though you both knew it was done, he loved filling your cunt with his warm come.
And you really wanted to know what it was like to have him in your mouth in his current state. Harry was licking down your body and had just dipped his tongue into your belly button when you sat up and pushed your fingers into his hair and lifted his head, “Let me have you in my mouth.”
Harry quickly fell to his back, put his hands behind his head, and spread his legs for you. You climbed between his thighs and grinned at him as you kneeled down and licked his tip, “Gonna try to take you in all the way,” you whispered as you eyed his massive cock. Harry was breathing heavily through his nose as he watched you push your lips to the side of his length and sponged soft kisses upward.
But then you moved your eyes back up to look at Harry and began to drag your teeth along his hard cock. Harry’s mouth dropped open as he watched you.
You licked with your tongue and then scraped with your teeth lightly along his tender skin. Harry panted out a whine and then spread his thighs apart further as he lifted himself to see better.
“Your heart,” you mumbled your words over his shaft, “your spirit, your heir,” you licked upward and then lowered back down to his base, “your come, your cock, your body…” baring your teeth you followed the path you’d just licked with your teeth until you reached his frenulum, “all belong to me now. You’re mine.”
Harry gasped and let out a breathy high-pitched moan as you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his tip, lapping his salty slit and then using your teeth on the underside of his tip, pressing into his frenulum.
You lowered yourself and tasted your arousal all over him. His cock was coated in your juices, though it had dried a little because he’d been eating you out and licking your body before you’d gotten to this point.
You sucked him in and opened your mouth wide to get deeper as you suctioned as hard as you could. You weren’t too worried about your teeth getting in the way. It was going to be impossible not to have some teeth action with how wide he was. But you could tell already he didn’t care.
Harry was mumbling and panting as he watched you work. You pushed yourself down further and felt his tip reach the back of your throat but you wanted to take all of him.
You put your eyes back on his and swallowed over his tip as your teeth were pinching him just enough to have him squirm and whimper. This pleased you.
Even though he was so big at the moment (big in general but especially large for the ritual) you realized you could bring him into your throat and push down until your lips met the thatch of hair at his base. You liked it. You did have to pull up to get air more often but this was your best work.
“Fuuuckk… angel…” Harry was unable to make sense of much of his mumbled words and choked moans, but you heard his praises loud and clear as you glided your mouth and throat over him.
Before he could come you slowed your motions. You had drool dripping off from your chin and Harry’s face was pink and his deep breaths were ragged. You traced your teeth up his length and ghosted them over his tip and Harry grunted as he quickly sat up.
It happened so fast his motions as he reached for you and dragged you into his lap before plunging himself into your slick pussy. He coughed out a loud moan and came inside of you, his face twisting up in agonizing delight. He told you he only wanted to come inside of your pussy all night and he meant it. You felt him flood your walls and you put your hands around the back of his neck and moaned praises to him, “Fill me up. I love it, Harry.”
And you paused suddenly as Harry was releasing into you and something came over you to call him something you’d never called him before. Something you’d had no interest in before that moment, but now it seemed in context to what was happening, “Give me your babies, Daddy.”
Harry clenched his jaw and sputtered out a curse as he smashed his lips to yours and bucked upward into you a few more times.
“Fuck, angel… You’re gonna make me a Daddy, huh?” Harry’s rough laugh was deep and he kept kissing you as he spoke his words.
Technically, Harry was already a dad. He’d sired many babies to many women over his lifetime. But this time he was going to be a dad. He would be a father to this heir because it was with his bonded mate.
“Yes, you want that?” Your words were muffled as he continued pressing his lips to yours.
“Fuck yes. Daddy wants to give you so many babies…” Harry was breathless when he spoke but you laughed at that. You weren’t sure you wanted so many babies, but you could start with the one.
When Harry finished pumping into you he laid you back and continued where he left off before you went down on him. Kissing down from your jaw to your breasts and to your belly button, and then put his lips on your pussy and drew into his mouth his come that dripped from you.
He pushed himself up to hover over you and you opened your mouth wide as he spat his come onto your tongue. He watched you swallow it and smiled down at you, “I love you.”
Harry called for room service. Yes, of course, Satan’s manor had staff. It was a little like a hotel. But the only people allowed to stay were those he specifically invited.
And once again, the food was delightful. Harry wanted to make sure you were fed and full of more than just himself.
You two lazed on the bed eating and drinking wearing nothing but sweat and smiles.
Harry’s wicked smirk got your attention, though, as you licked cream from your fingers and you squinted at him, already knowing his thoughts.
“You’re a pervert, Mr. Styles.”
Harry licked his lips and sat up, his heavy cock still hard and hanging between his legs.
“I can’t argue with that assessment,” he said when he began to crawl over you. He lowered his face and sniffed upward from your hips to your breasts and up to your neck before licking and biting your skin.
You laughed when his force pushed you down and the plate you’d just been eating from fell from your lap and spilled the cake onto the bed next to your hip.
Harry pushed your legs apart and glass crashed to the floor when your knee hit the tray and dipped into the bowl of fruit, the sweet frosting from the cake smearing onto the skin of your upper thigh.
But you didn’t care about any of that. You were with the man of your dreams. The one who’d show you everything there was to know. The one you’d be with for all time. The one you shared your heart with. The one who loved you unconditionally and without question. He filled your heart and your soul and your body so completely that you’d never feel alone or afraid again.
And it was just the beginning of everything.
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Summary: After breaking up with Miguel, you and Harry go to a bar to see a band and when Harry can't finish what he started with you under the table you suggest leaving early so you can go to his house.
A/N: My original post(s) that disappeared had links so you could see what I imagine Incubusrry’s house to look like but because I’m scared that it was a link that made my posts invisible, I won’t be sharing that with you 😢 So just imagine some very eclectic, expensive, and colorful decorations and furnishings and even walls. 10k words
Warning: This is dark!harry content and Harry's a demon so beware before reading on - check out all warnings in the TFMI masterlist. This post contains: SMUT (oral f&m receiving) & public indecency/slight exhibitionism
Part 5*
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He was looking at you like you were nuts, “You… Just yesterday we… How can… I don’t understand, Y/n.” He put his hands in his hair and you took a deep breath. You hated this. Miguel was a nice guy but you realized that you really just didn’t have feelings for him like you thought you did. Because now that you’ve met Harry, everything is different. You still feel like the same person, just somehow… elevated now. Harry makes you feel things that Miguel never did in all the time you dated. You question whether or not you’re even sexually attracted to Miguel, because compared to Harry, well, there isn’t a comparison.
“I’m sorry Miguel. I really am. I just… I don’t know. I feel like I’m changing and I think I just want different things.” You kept your eyes on his. You felt bad, but not really as bad as you thought you would. Yes, it was hard to deal with Miguel’s emotions and you hated confrontation, but you just kept thinking about Harry and how you’d see him again tonight at your sister’s boyfriend’s show. And of course you couldn’t forget last night and the way you got yourself off by just rubbing yourself over him. The way Harry’s lips felt on yours, his hands…
It took some more minutes of explaining and listening before you left Miguel’s. He was not expecting it at all. And you didn’t have the courage to tell him that you were dating Harry now. He’d find out soon enough. Probably at church on Sunday. You sighed as you got into your Hyundai and drove off. Glendale traffic wasn’t bad because you left pretty early to talk to Miguel. You wanted to get it over with so you could focus on your date with Harry tonight.
Harry of course watched you breakup with Miguel. He expected that you’d be nervous and sad and probably hold off until the last second. But what actually happened was that you hopped out of bed at 7:30am with a large smile on your face. He watched you hum to yourself as you showered and then nearly skipped to your car before getting to Miguel’s by 8:30am so you could break him the bad news. Harry impressed by you. You were eager to end things with Miguel and you were happy. Harry was making you happy.
When you got back to your house you ran up to your bedroom and threw yourself back onto your bed with your cellphone in hand. You texted Harry right away.
To Harry: I broke up with Miguel. :) See you tonight at 8
Harry grinned. You were kind of cold about it, and Harry loved that. He figured that Miguel was a nobody anyway. Even if Harry had never come into the picture, it was never going to be Miguel. Nice guy. Not your type, Harry decided.
From Harry: How did he take it?
From Harry: Looking forward to seeing you tonight.
You looked at Harry’s texts and got up, not answering him right away. You turned on your radio and then opened your window, leaning out a bit. Your room really smelled like Harry. Not that you didn’t like the scent, you loved the scent actually, but you still couldn’t understand why you always smelled him now. You thought maybe opening a window might clear the room and you could feel like you weren’t losing your mind if the scent finally vanished. Your drapes fluttered with the breeze that came through from the outside and you did a few side steps to the beat of the music on the radio, dancing around your room a little. You sang a few of the lyrics to the chorus, the words you remembered, and then climbed back onto your bed to text Harry back.
To Harry: He wasn’t expecting it but he’ll be fine. I think he was mostly just confused.
To Harry: I’ve already got my outfit picked out for tonight. Do you drink alcohol?
You thought about how you didn’t really know certain things about Harry. Like his age for starters. He could be your age. He was probably a little older though. He seemed older. You didn’t know how many siblings he had, if any, and you didn’t know anything about his parents… Or if he had social media.
From Harry: He’ll be okay. I agree.
From Harry: I’ve got my outfit picked out too ;) and I drink alcohol occasionally. Why?
You glanced at your texts as you had the idea to see if you could find Harry on Instagram or Twitter, anything.
You typed in his name and searched. There was one Harry Styles on Instagram but the picture was of a brightly colored pillow that had the words Gucci stitched into the fabric. The account was private so you couldn’t confirm it was your Harry. Nothing on Facebook. Nothing on Twitter either.
You put his phone number into google search and came up empty. Then his number plus his name. The only results you got are those generic sites that tell you the first name and last initial plus the phone number, estimated age, and their location. Nothing more that is useful. Though you laugh when his age is estimated to be at 73 on one of the sites. Harry seems to be a bit of a ghost. But, now that you’re together, officially, you look forward to getting to know him. You plan on finding out everything about him.
To Harry: Because the band is playing at a bar. I was just curious. I don’t usually drink. Actually, I’ve never had alcohol.
You and Harry text one another throughout the day and you go back and forth on what you want to wear. You don’t have anything particularly scandalous in your closet to wear but something about Harry makes you want to be a little bit scandalous. But of course, the idea that your sister will be there tempers that thought.
You stick with your original outfit. The skirt is a little short and your black top skims the very top of the skirt’s waistband but it’s still mostly conservative and your sister probably wouldn’t say anything about it. Harry loves the outfit. Though, he honestly wouldn’t mind you wearing anything else. It truly didn’t matter what you wore. He’s seen you naked and he knows what lies beneath.
At 7:25pm you leave to drive to the Union House and text Harry and your sister that you’re on your way.
When you arrive, Harry’s already there and standing at the front. You are so excited to see him, even though you’d just seen him the night before. You wonder where the night will take you. You’d been thinking about it all day long.
Harry watched you park and grins to himself as you nearly jog toward him. You’re such an eager little thing.
Harry’s grin widens as you get closer to him and you notice how his gaze goes over your body, down your torso and to your legs and then back up. It makes you feel warm and excited the way he so obviously checked you out.
“Hi.” You say as you stop about a foot from him, still hesitant on everything, it’s all so new. But Harry isn’t having that and he reaches out to grasp your elbow and pulls you into his side, wrapping an arm around you.
“Hi.” He speaks back to you, his mouth in your hair, muffling his response. You sigh at the feel of him near again. You haven’t been in such a good mood in long time and it’s all because of Harry. Even though you just broke up with Miguel this morning, you can’t help how excited you feel.
You both enter the bar together and Harry takes your hand in his. You look around for Marianna but you don’t spot her right away. So you and Harry find a table at the side of the room, a round table with some bar stools surrounding it. The show will begin soon and the bar is already starting to feel quite crowded.
The music and chatter in the room is a little loud as you and Harry sit next to one another. Harry scoots himself directly next to you and presses his thigh against yours. To Harry this isn’t much of a move but he knows that to you, this probably feels like foreplay, which is exactly why he does it. He wants you aroused around him all the time because he loves the smell of you and he loves how your heart pounds in your chest and your breathing gets heavier. He wants it all.
Harry leans in so he can speak to you and so you can hear him, “Do you want anything to drink?”
You turn a little so you can respond, but Harry doesn’t move his face and it makes you laugh a little at the proximity. Harry smiles warmly at you and just waits for you to respond.
“Yeah, the server should come by, though. Every time we come here we get served at our table.” You smile at him and look down at his pink lips and the smirk on his face.
“Okay. We’ll just wait then. What will you have?” Harry speaks low and gets closer to you yet, his lips are so close to your ear that you can feel his breath over your skin. Goosebumps rise over your neck and you breathe him in.
“Maybe just a Sprite?” You have your head turned toward Harry again. You like the closeness. How his thigh is pressed to yours, how his warmth is radiating onto you, the way when he speaks into your ear his arm bumps into your shoulder and his breath falls down over your neck.
Just then your server arrives to take your drink order. Harry orders a Sprite for both of you.
You lean back into Harry, this time pressing your arm into his and intending to keep it there. You want to be as close to him as possible, “I thought you might order a drink, like a beer or something.”
Harry can see how you’ve shifted just enough that it makes your arm brush into his and so he puts his arm around you as he speaks closely again, “Don’t want to order any alcohol if you’re not going to be having some also.”
Harry’s warm arm draped over you feels so good and it almost makes you forget what you two were talking about. So instead of responding to him right away you just get lost in his gaze. He’s so handsome it almost hurts. You wiggle in your seat a bit and Harry smirks and licks his lips, looking down to yours briefly. He’d like to make out with you right here in this bar in front of everyone, which is such a juvenile thought to him at this point in his life, but he loves how your lips feel and the way you taste.
“Hey, Y/n!” You are pulled out of your reverie when you hear Marianna. She approaches the table with her eyes on Harry and then she looks at you with confusion. And in normal Marianna fashion asks, “Where’s Miguel?” She can be rude at times.
You sit up straight but your thigh stays glued to Harry’s and Harry removes his arm from your shoulder, bringing himself to sit forward, where he gently places his hand over your bare knee. You were prepared to answer Marianna with a bit of snark but as soon as Harry touched your knee you felt warm and your thoughts got a little fuzzy and so you suddenly didn’t care about Marianna’s lack of tact.
“I broke up with Miguel. Harry,” you turn to look at him and point at the girl with dark brown hair, “this is my sister, Marianna. Marianna, this is Harry, he’s my boyfriend.”
Marianna laughed and then eyeballed Harry for a moment before sticking her hand out, “Nice to meet you, Harry. Can I borrow my sister for a few minutes?”
Harry put his own hand out to shake Marianna’s and nodded, “Nice to meet you as well. And I would imagine that Y/n can answer whether or not she’d like to be borrowed. She doesn’t belong to me.”
Marianna caught on to Harry’s attitude and then looked to you with eyebrows raised.
You rolled your eyes and sighed, looking at Harry, “I’ll be right back.”
Marianna led you to the side of the stage where she stopped and turned to you with an unamused expression, “Who is that? You suddenly just have a new boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Now is when you feel like responding with snark, “That, is Harry. He’s my boyfriend, maybe you didn’t hear the first time. And maybe it feels sudden to you, but I really like him and we just… anyway, why is it your business that I tell you everything about my personal life?” You cross your arms over your chest with a frown.
Marianna looks toward the table where Harry’s sitting and shakes her head, “Because you’ve never really done anything like this. It was shock when you started dating Miguel. This guy looks like, I don’t know… how well do you know him?” Marianna matches your guarded pose.
You cock your head to the side and just before you can speak, you watch the server bring your Sprite to the table, “My drink just got here. Are you gonna sit with us?” You decide not to answer her right now. You didn’t want to get into it and have her ruin your evening.
Marianna shook her head and uncrossed her arms, “I’ll sit with you. Obviously. I’m just curious about all this. I thought you and Miguel were doing okay…”
You put your hand up to suggest she stop talking about it as you turn to walk back to the table.
Sitting next to Harry again, you make sure that your thigh is against his as Marianna takes a stool from across the table.
When Harry places his hand over your knee again you finally feel that exciting and fuzzy sensation you’d experienced before Marianna arrived. Harry leans in to speak to you again as Marianna watches.
“Everything okay?” Harry heard everything (because of course he did). He knew you were fine and he liked how you displayed a bit of attitude to Marianna. But he would be wary of the sister.
“It’s fine. Marianna can be a… bitch sometimes.” You felt your face grow hot when you said the word bitch. You weren’t one to say bad words but sometimes Marianna was just awful to you. Your parents had you later in life and Marianna was jealous of you at times. She would never admit that but you knew she was. Sometimes you felt like you were from different planets. It was weird to you that you shared half of her DNA through your mother with her. You two couldn’t have been more opposite. Including the way you looked.
Harry chuckled and smiled at you. You felt his thumb run across your knee back and forth and you were instantly turned on. The gentle brush of the pad of his thumb over your knee was all it took and you began to secrete arousal. You hadn’t wet your panties just yet (which you knew was only just a matter of time because you’d gotten yourself wet around Harry every single time you were near him) but you could smell yourself. And so could Harry and this was exactly what he wanted. Not only did he adore your scent, he wanted you to want him like this. You were going to be his.
Marianna’s boyfriend, Duncan, appeared to the table in a rush. He was breathing a little hard, probably from the adrenaline of anticipating going on the stage. He ducked down to kiss Marianna on her cheek and waived at you, then nodded at Harry. He whispered something to Marianna and she smiled and looked down at her lap. Then Duncan kissed her cheek again and then he stood up waving at you and Harry again, “See you after Y/n… Miguel…” he nodded at Harry and then jogged off. The three of you laughed as Duncan joined the rest of the band on the stage. Duncan had met Miguel before and you’d all hung out together five or six times and yet somehow, Duncan thought Harry was Miguel. You aren’t that surprised. Duncan’s sweet, and handsome, but not quite the brightest. Usually has his head in the clouds a bit.
Once the band started, Marianna was occupied with keeping her eyes forward. So she didn’t notice it when Harry began to slide his hand up your thigh, just a little. He never went too high that you would feel like he was doing something too far outside of your boundaries. It was just enough. The perfect amount of pushing the envelope for you. And Harry knew this. He didn’t want to push you over the edge, but maybe just to the edge if he could. Make you want more, crave more, and soon have you begging him to do a little more.
And it worked well. His warm palm over your thigh, his thumb dragging along the soft inner part where your legs met. You couldn’t pay attention to anything going on in the room but Harry. The music was muffled, everyone’s faces were blurred, the smell and taste of your Sprite watered down… the only thing clear in your mind was Harry’s hand on your thigh and his presence enveloping your senses.
He watched you as you looked at the band play. He could tell you weren’t paying attention to the music. He saw your gaze turn into a far-off look as you softened and yielded to him, letting his hand smooth up your thigh, his thumb dragging along the inside so he was nearly grazing the seat below you.
You were fully aware of your own arousal. You couldn’t help yourself around him. You imagined the filthiest things about him, about him doing the filthiest things to you. It had you wiggling in your seat and biting your lip as you pretended to be into the music Duncan’s band was playing. You couldn’t care less about Duncan and his band. You were beginning to feel yourself desire Harry in a way you’d never desired anyone before.
The band started another song and you adjusted yourself in your seat, your thigh still pressed against Harry’s, but you spread your legs apart as you adjusted yourself, allowing for Harry’s hand to slip further down toward the stool under your leg, so now his palm was cupping the inside of your thigh. You squeezed your thighs back together and looked at Harry.
Harry licked his lips and looked down at you, his eyes searching your face, lingering at your lips for a moment, “You like my hand here.” He squeezed again as he said the word here.
You breathed out heavy through your nose and with your eyes still on Harry’s, smiled and nodded, “Mmhmm.” You felt nervous and light headed. You looked at Marianna and then back to Harry with a look of expectation.
Harry leaned in close to you after taking a quick glance at Marianna, and then kissed the edge of your lips. You were nearly panting for the man. You watched him as he sat back up after that tease of a kiss and then put your own hand on Harry’s inner thigh.
Harry squished his brows up for a second in confusion and titled his head and looked at your with a smirk, “I like when you touch me, Y/n. You can touch me anywhere you want.”
You laughed and looked down at where his hand was on your leg. Harry’s thumb was over the top part of your thigh but the rest of his hand was squished between your legs and the stool under you.
“Well, not here obviously…” you look around the room and shake your head at Harry’s comment about touching him anywhere you want.
At this point, you and Harry were seated very close so it was easy to hear one another, “Why not?” Harry spoke into your ear, his nose nudging at your cheek. You closed your eyes at the feel of him so close.
“Because we’re in a bar. In public.” You open your eyes and look at Harry with incredulity.
Harry just shrugged and kept his cocky grin on his face, “Mmmm… you sure you wouldn’t like a little sneaky something under the table?” He edged his palm up your thigh, just the tiniest bit, but enough that you got the hint. He was moving toward the bottom hem of your skirt. If he traveled any further up he’d be slipping his hand under the flower patterned fabric.
You just stared at Harry in disbelief, but underneath it you were intrigued. Harry could tell you were because you had the slightest upturn of your mouth in a smile, though you were trying to use your façade of disbelief to make it seem like you weren’t considering it. So, Harry wiggled his pinky finger under your thigh and stretched his digit a little closer toward your panties.
You inhaled a sharp breath through your nose and the look in your eyes told Harry you wanted it, “No one would even know, angel. We could get away with almost anything here.” He looked around the room and then back to you. You had the smallest smile on your face and you seemed lost in contemplation as you could do nothing but just look at Harry. Did you want to do something like this? It sounded fun, especially because it would be with Harry. But you had your doubts that you would actually get away with something like that. When you looked down to your lap, though, you realized that no one could really see you under the table. No one would know…
“What would you do?” You questioned the man who hadn’t taken his eyes off you.
“Maybe I could move my hand a little higher like this…” he spoke low into your ear as he slid his hand further up your thigh until it was hidden under your skirt, “rub you right here, where it felt really good for you last night.”
You gasped quietly as you felt Harry’s finger brush over the front of your panties. Your mouth dropped open at the feel and how scandalous this was.
“I can either just do it like this,” he said as he flicked his fingers over you, “or if you want, I can move your panties to the side and really make you feel it.” He nudged his fingers toward the edge of the crotch of your panties where he could just push them out of the way. You felt his finger at the crease of your thigh and the way he was looking at you made you want to relent. You wanted to know what it would feel like to have his fingers on you, with no clothes in between.
You looked at Marianna who was watching the band and then back to Harry, “Okay. Yeah. I want to feel it.”
Harry kept his eyes on yours as he moved the fabric of your panties to the side. He was not exactly expecting you’d give in to him here at the bar, but he would make sure he gave you what you wanted. With your pussy uncovered, Harry slid a finger very gently upward over your labia. Your eyes widened at the feel because it was really happening, right here in public, under a bar table.
“Why are you so wet, Y/n?” Harry’s mouth was watering already. He wished he could just climb under the table and get on his knees for you, eat you and lick you up.
You laughed at Harry’s question but then he pushed his fingers into your crease and began dragging his fingers over you with more pressure, barely grazing over your clit before sliding his finger back down again. That stopped your laugh and had your mind blank for a moment.
“Did you hear me? Why are you so wet?” Harry couldn’t really finger you how he wanted in this position without people noticing so he could really only use his pinky and ring finger to rub over you, but he could get you worked up.
“Um… come on, Harry. You know why.” You felt your cheeks get warm as Harry rubbed up and down over you. His movements were slow and you knew this might be as much as he could realistically do to you under the table with the way his hand was angled. You suddenly wished you were alone with him so he could show you more.
“Mmm… I do know why. It’s because you like me. Your body is reacting to the way you feel when you’re near me.” And with that he dug his fingers in closer to apply more pressure. He found your clit again and focused on that, his pinky and ring finger dragging over it, up and down.
You nodded and bit your lip. You looked around the bar and at the band playing but nothing registered to you except Harry and his fingers.
Harry decided he’d ask you to come over to his house after this. He wanted to see if you’d let him do more. Though he was having fun touching you under the table in a public place. And you were surprised how much you enjoyed it as well. Who knew doing something so sinful would be so fun?
Harry’s generous strokes over you had you pink in the face and the stool under you wet and sticky. You leaned forward and put your elbows on the table, spreading your legs a little more.
“Can I bring you to my house when we’re done here?” Harry asked.
You moaned and nodded, “Yes.” Was all you could get out. Everything around you was fuzzy and soft and muffled.
“So nice and wet for me. Wish I could clean you up with my tongue. Would you like that, Y/n? My mouth on your pussy and fingers inside of you?” Harry continued lazily swiping up down over you, but he kept most of his focus over your clit. His fingers were drenched.
You nodded again and even though Harry knew you were turned on he didn’t expect for you to be as enthusiastic as you were about being snacked on. But it seems you wanted it.
“You want that? Would you like me to show you what it feels like when I get you to my house?” Harry kept his face near yours and you turned to look at him. Of course you wanted that. With Harry, you wanted that. Not with anyone else. Just Harry.
So, you nodded again and wiggled into Harry’s fingers a little with your mouth hung open, “Yeah.”
Harry closed his eyes for a moment to internally celebrate your willingness to try it. He would be having you so soon. He knew that once he’d gotten you that far, it was only a matter of time until you’d let him stick his cock inside of you.
“It’s gonna feel so good. Gonna have you coming all over my face. Gonna eat you up and swallow it all down. I just know you’ll taste so good.” Harry groaned when you rocked forward into his hand. Hearing Harry’s words mixed with the way his fingers felt over you, and how he practically gazed into your soul every time he looked at you made you tremble in excitement. You were nearly shaking.
“Put them inside. I want to feel it.” You whispered to Harry and looked at him with your big innocent eyes. Harry looked at you in astonishment. He continues to be surprised by you and he would never dream of telling you no.
So, with his eyes on yours and his body turned into you, practically casting a shadow over you with how he was sitting, he brought a finger to your entrance, “One finger to start, okay?”
When you nodded with your eyebrows raised in anticipation, Harry slowly entered you and your jaw went totally slack. Harry had to switch the position of his hand so he finger you under the table. With his middle finger inside of you, he kept the heel of his palm pressed over and rubbing into your clit.
You smiled and nodded at Harry as he smiled and nodded back at you, “Do you want me to make you orgasm right here in front of your sister?” Harry’s dimples made all of this seems so much more innocent than it really was.
“Yeah. Make me come.” You looked at Marianna and realized she had just averted her gaze from the two of you. She had been looking. But had she seen anything? You almost didn’t care.
Harry dropped his mouth to yours and kissed you on your lips quickly. But then he began using his fingers very skillfully inside and outside of you. His middle finger was stroking something nice inside of you but it was his palm at your clitoris that felt like magic.
“Got my whole hand wet, baby. Fuck, I bet I could slip another finger in. Want another one?” His once light green eyes were now mostly dark pupil at this point and you could tell he was excited by what he was doing. You nodded and held your breath when he removed his finger and then prodded at you again, dipping two inside. It didn’t feel bad. You were a little nervous to feel two of his fingers, but you could handle it.
When he began pumping, as much as he could with the way his palm was angled, you wanted so badly to feel his lips on yours again.
Harry saw the pained look on your face and stopped moving his fingers, “Does this hurt?”
You shook your head and put your hand over his to keep it in place, “No. I feel so good. It’s okay. But can you kiss me? Just a quick one before Marianna looks back over here.”
Harry smirked and continued petting your inner walls with his fingers as he bent down and pressed his lips to yours. He quickly stroked his tongue over your lips and then sucked your bottom lip into his mouth before sitting back up before your sister could see the display.
You started feeling the familiar sparkle of an orgasm as you nudged your clit against Harry’s palm a little harder. Harry sucked in a sharp breath as he watched you fuck yourself on his hand. He willed his erection to stay down, as much as possible. You were making it a challenge but he was determined to get you out of here and bring you back to his place. Maybe you’d even help him get off too.
The band finished off another song and Marianna turned to look at you and Harry again. Marianna wasn’t sure about who Harry was, but she recognized how attractive he was. But she wasn’t a fan of whatever was going on across the table from her. She couldn’t quite tell what was going on but she was aware something was going on.
Harry noticed the sudden change in Marianna and he slowed down his fingers and leaned away a bit, to make it appear like nothing was wrong. Of course, you weren’t aware and you pouted at Harry and just as you were about to ask him what was wrong you noticed that he was looking at your sister.
You redirected your gaze to her and she had her eyes squinted looking at you and then to Harry. The look she gave you meant she saw or thought she saw something and it had you straightening up fast.
Harry slowly removed his fingers from you and gave Marianna an obnoxious smile complete with dimples. You really wanted to adjust your panties back into place now that Harry’s fingers were removed and Harry really wanted to lick you off of his hand but he decided you’d probably not appreciate that much right in front of your sister.
You raised your eyebrows at your sister and then grabbed Harry’s arm to pull him closer so you could speak into his ear, “Let’s get out of here.”
You didn’t have to say it twice. Harry was standing up from his stool and helping you off yours before you’d even let go of his arm.
Marianna furrowed her brow and stood as she watched what she assumed was the two of you leaving.
“Are you going already?” She said already as if you two didn’t stay for nearly the entire set.
You nodded and gave Marianna a small hug, “Yeah, headed out now. Um… see you on Sunday? Will you be at church?”
Marianna’s expression seemed wary. She looked at Harry and then back to you, “Yeah, if I don’t get called in for work I will be.”
You nodded and waved and Harry smiled and waved as you two made a hasty exit.
Harry finally allowed himself to indulge in your taste all over his hand.
“Mmm… fucking taste really good. I can’t wait to get it all over my face.” Harry looked at you as he licked his digits.
You still weren’t used to hearing the sort of dirty things that Harry would say, but you did like it. You gasped at Harry’s words and acted as if what he’d said was a shock and Harry laughed.
“Don’t pretend to be all innocent after I just had my fingers inside of you under that table in there. You liked it.” Harry laughed. And you did like it. More than you understood. And now, that you’d been denied an orgasm, when you felt yourself so close, you just wanted to get back to Harry’s so you could continue where you’d left off.
You looked around the parking lot and Harry kept a hand on your forearm as he pulled you toward his black Land Rover. He unlocked the door and opened the passenger side for you as you quickly jumped in and buckled yourself up.
Harry didn’t live far, but he did live in an area you’d considered expensive. It was the part of town not far from the college but closer to the central part of the city. The houses were larger with nice cars in driveways and big yards.
The front of Harry’s house was impressive. It was a modern Spanish colonial style. He didn’t have the biggest house on the street, but it was far bigger than your parent’s house. He parked along the front driveway and you looked all around. It didn’t look like a young bachelor’s home. Which just added to the fact that you needed to start asking some questions about him, because you also didn’t even know what he did for a living.
The interior of his home was not what you were expecting, even more so than the exterior. Inside was colorful and filled with expensive looking furniture and paintings. Harry watched you take it all in. He was rather proud of the house (but this was just one of many) and his interior design selections.
“Do you like it?” Harry asked you.
“It’s big. You have some really cool stuff in here. Wow…” and then you walked into what looked like a second living room area and you saw the bright pillows and a couple had Gucci sewn on them. So, that was Harry’s Instagram page, you thought to yourself. You picked up a pillow and turned to him, “I found your Instagram page. I know it’s you now.” You lifted the pillow up and smiled. Harry knew what you were referring to. He rarely used Instagram, other than for his own curious information gathering.
“Yeah, we’ll have to follow each other now.” He joked. He didn’t mind you following him but you’d be disappointed when you saw how little there was on his page. Harry watched you for a moment longer before his long legs brought him behind you as you continued looking around. He gently placed his palms over your shoulders and ducked down to kiss the back of your neck after moving your hair away.
This got your attention and you sat the pillow down on the red velvet couch that looked like no one ever sat on it and turned to him. Your heart was pounding. You were really going to do this. With Harry. But his face and his warmth made you feel relaxed and comforted.
Harry tilted his head and looked at your lips as he pressed his over yours. You were quick to put your hands in his hair and he scooped you into his body and then moved you onto the couch with the Gucci pillows. Your back hit the pile of pillows and Harry kept his mouth over yours, soft lips, wet and warm tongue.
Your panties were still wet from what Harry had done to you at the bar and when he slowly moved his hand up your thigh again and his finger grazed over the fabric he paused and you could feel the smile on his mouth before he continued the movement of his lips on yours.
You shifted your hips as Harry grasped onto one of your thighs, spreading your legs apart before squishing your flesh under his fingers, “Y/n…” your name came out of his mouth in a whimper as he kneeled onto the floor between your legs, “can I put my mouth on you? Please?” He asked as he rubbed over your wet panties in between kisses.
You did want him to and there was something about how desperate he seemed as well that made you want to comfort him, to let him have what he wanted out of pity. Harry sat back onto the back of his shins with his eyes on yours and his face set in a serious expression.
You smiled, “Yes.” You saw something dark flash in Harry’s eyes and over his face, but it was brief and it you doubted you’d seen it after all. Harry’s features wouldn’t just suddenly shift. Perhaps a light above flickered out, casting a shadow over him. But before your brain could digest your thoughts Harry was pushing your skirt up and putting his fingers into the top band of your panties as he slowly began to slide the material down your legs and over your shoes before dropping them to the floor. He lifted your right leg, removing your shoe from your foot and then doing the same to your left foot.
His hands smoothed up your inner thighs and he pushed your legs apart as his long fingers brushed over your labia. He took slow strokes over the top at first and you watched him as he touched over you.
He slid his thumb over your slit and pushed your arousal through your crease and his mouth dropped open as he lowered himself down to you. When you finally felt his mouth on you there was a shock in your core. You immediately let out a soft moan and leaned back into the cushions that were softer than you imagined they’d be.
Harry licked at you and fed. Your flavor was so good. He was brought back to the night he did this to you just days ago. But now you could moan and whimper and cry out as loud as you wanted to. So, he lifted his face to speak.
“I want you to tell me what feels good. Moan and be loud for me, okay? Show me how good I make you feel.” He reached up to take your hand in his and as he lowered himself back down to you, he placed your hand in his hair for you to hold on to. You were quick to take the hint. When he began sucking gently at you, your fingers in his hair became tighter.
You wiggled under Harry’s hold and the feel of his tongue on you. You let yourself moan and whine at the sensation. You weren’t sure how to tell him what felt good. You were pretty sure he was doing exactly what felt good in your body. And come to think of it, it felt quite a lot like your dream felt.
You grasped onto Harry’s hair with both hands when Harry dug into you further, his tongue running up and down your labia and then dipped his tongue into you, drinking you in.
Harry lifted his face and gently took your hands out of his hair, “Can I take your top off?” He kneeled up and put his hands on the couch on both sides of your thighs, leaning in to kiss your neck. He knew that if he kissed your neck you’d probably let him do almost anything. He learned this quickly about you, your neck being your weak spot. So as he brushed his lips at your pulse point and licked over your skin you nodded, “Yes…”
Harry smiled and sat back, putting his hands at the bottom of your little t-shirt and began to drag it up causing you to lift your arms. When he pulled the material over your head, it messed up your hair a little and Harry was quick to put his hands through your strands to smooth it out as he looked down at the black bra that covered your breasts.
He could hear your heart pounding, as he lowered his mouth over the swell of your skin that wasn’t covered by your bra. He gave soft, open mouthed kisses to your flesh and it had you panting. The way Harry’s hands held on to your ribs under your breasts, how he was still knelt between your legs, his hips flush to the couch, his small groans, his dark curls tickling at you… Harry was just like he was in your dream.
You sat up a bit, causing Harry to remove his mouth from your skin.
“Um… I want to see you too. But, maybe we can go to your bed? If that’s okay? Uh… I don’t like want to have sex but I think… a bed would be nice?” You liked what Harry was doing to you in his living room on the couch but you wanted to see him and finish this in his bed where there’s likely to be more space. You were curious if real Harry was anything like dream-Harry in appearance. Your mouth nearly watered at the thought of seeing Harry’s dick in real life. You were hyper aware of the very decent sized mass pressing into the crotch of his pants. You wanted to unzip him and pull him out, let him breathe a little.
Harry smiled and a dimple appeared, “Of course. Should have taken you there in the first place. You deserve a nice soft, bed underneath you while I taste your pussy.”
You giggled at Harry’s lewd remark. He helped you stand and smoothed his hands down over your arms and dipped in to kiss you again with his warm mouth devouring yours and it made you wobbly. You couldn’t believe you were doing any of this but you also decided you wanted it more than almost anything else.
You followed Harry upstairs to his room. His home was so nice, high ceilings, expensive looking furniture and art all over. He certainly wasn't shy to use color everywhere you looked.
In his bedroom, once again, his design taste followed in there as well. The room was slightly less colorful than the living room, but still not what you'd expected. You felt a little exposed with no panties and no shirt but when you turned after hearing Harry close his door you watched him take his own shirt off.
You gasped a bit louder than intended when you saw his torso and his body with all his dark tattoos, and how well built he was under everything. But you were mostly surprised because this was exactly how you dreamed him. From the butterfly under his pecs, down to the fern tattoos on his hips.
"This is going to sound crazy, and I don't quite understand it..." you spoke as you stared at Harry's broad chest while he walked toward you undoing his belt, "but, you look exactly like my dream. You know the one we talked about... uh... like, kind of weird."
Harry stopped and looked down at himself, "I look weird?"
"No! I mean, it's weird how I dreamt these exact tattoos on you. I dreamt of everything. Like, I don't understand how my dream mind could have come up with this." You were at a total loss. You loved dream-Harry's body and all his tattoos and you hadn't stopped thinking about him from your dream, the way his body looked. But this was too eerie.
Harry smirked and bit his lip and finished removing his belt as he inched his way to you, "You look exactly like what I dreamed too. Maybe we just have a psychic connection somehow." He stopped in front of you and put his hands over your tummy and slid them up to your bra and then brought them out to your arms, nudging you toward his bed.
Harry didn't want you to think about that too much. He felt that at this point, you hadn't been under his spell at all when he ate you out in your bedroom the first time. You were lucid and aware but you had convinced yourself it was a dream. And now you remembered details that a dream-state wouldn't usually let you remember.
You fell into Harry's bed and giggled at his pushiness. He climbed over you and unbuttoned his pants and then pushed your skirt up again. Before he could get his mouth back on your pussy like he was so desperate for you sat up and pushed at his shoulder, "Will you take your pants off? Please. I... would feel better, um... because it looks painful." You motion toward where his obvious erection is still trying to burst from his pants.
Harry isn't a sentimental man. He's been around far too long to hang on to things like that and to feel something deeper than just primal need for anyone is strange for him. But you have somehow dug your way under the surface of his well-kept barrier. And your request to him almost sounded like a demand lined with concern and he was stunned for a moment. You didn't know that he was internally struggling with his feelings. But he did encounter a struggle when you spoke those words to him.
With his eyes on yours, he stood from the bed and pushed his pants down his long legs and then put his fingers into the band of his boxer-briefs, "Want these off of me too?"
You nodded and then quickly put your arms behind your back to unclip your bra. So you'd be bare for him as well. If he was going to be fully nude, you could let your boobs out. It felt so vulnerable to be sitting on Harry's bed like you were. With your eyes on his as he brought his underwear down his legs you blinked at the sight. Exactly like what you'd dreamed. Odd.
You tossed your bra to the floor and sat up on your knees as Harry crawled up toward you. He put his large palms over your breasts and gently massaged both and your breathing deepened at the feel. He lowered himself to lick and suck on your right nipple and pushed you down so your back was flat. Harry settled in between your legs as he tongued at your skin and nibbled on your nipples.
“Oh, god…” you breathed out and put your hands into Harry’s hair, knowing he liked that. You parted your legs further, allowing Harry more access. When he moved to your left nipple you felt the coolness over your right one as the moisture from his saliva blotted your flesh, causing it to pebble.
Harry slotted himself into you, pressing himself right over where he wanted so desperately to be inside of you. You gasped again, something you couldn’t help because everything Harry was doing to you caused you a startle and ignited in you a deep need.
When you felt his dick, solid and warm, sat directly over your pussy your ears heated and your chest felt on fire. He was gentle and moved himself with caution over you but it created a sudden urge of something absolutely sinful and lustful in your body, but you did well to suppress it (well, mostly suppressed).
Harry continued kissing over you and pressing himself on you. He knew you liked it when you rutted your hips upward toward him. The slickness of your arousal dotting his cock, making him feel feral and a bit uncontrolled, but he kept himself sane. He had to remove his lips from your breasts so he could lower his mouth back over you. If he stayed with his prick pressed over your pussy for much longer he was likely to just hold you down and fuck you right there. Especially because he knew you liked it and that made him wild.
When his lips were back on your clit you closed your eyes and whispered his name into the thick air. Your fingers were wound tightly into his curls and when Harry dipped two fingers inside of your entrance and slurped you into his mouth you yelped and nodded when he looked at you. Harry’s mouth curved up in a smile with his lips still on you and his long digits pumping into you.
You weren’t really able to articulate anything to Harry except with gasps and moans and the occasional groaning of his name. And Harry knew what you meant exactly. You were quite a lot more in tune with your sexual side than you realized. Every time Harry looked up to you to check in, you’d somehow just know to look down at him in that moment and it confirmed to Harry he was making you feel good. He really preferred to hear how good he was doing with words but having you speechless was a pretty good indicator as well.
Harry hummed over your clit before harshly sucking it into his mouth and you whimpered and then moaned loudly at the sensation. You threw your head back when the tingles of your orgasm began to spark through you unexpectedly. It was intense and overwhelming and unexpected but when it started to take over you suddenly couldn’t stop yourself from expressing how good you felt.
“Oh god! Yes… oooh! Yes! Harry! Fuuu…” of course you couldn’t bring yourself to say that last word fully, but you were close and Harry felt your legs shaking and your cunt squeezing over his fingers as your orgasm spilled out.
You were loud and wiggly and Harry was nearly coming from your taste alone. He ate you in and licked over you as your climax erased your thoughts. You were pulling Harry’s hair so hard he felt the burn on his scalp and reveled in the way it hurt.
When Harry gently pulled his fingers out of you, you panted and sighed in relief with your eyes closed. Your body felt warm and exhausted and happy.
Harry kissed your naval because it was so cute and then he sat up and looked down at his masterpiece. He created this moment, this look on you. Your chest dramatically rising and falling and face flushed, your breasts soft with hard nipples at the peak and goosebumps covered your sides and your arms, causing the fine hairs to stand… A masterpiece for sure.
When you opened your sweet eyes and looked up at Harry he was pumping himself slowly, his large palm wrapped around his large cock. You sat up and put your hand out toward him but before touching him you spoke, “Can I do anything? I want to help you.”
Harry slowed down his strokes and shook his head in amazement at you, “If you want. What did you have in mind?”
You shrugged and kneeled up to your knees and touched the very tip of his penis and then looked up at him, “I don’t know. I can lick you too, if you want.”
Harry grinned and sat back, spreading his legs and pulled you with him so you were sat between his thighs.
“Lick away. However you want.”
You’d never done anything like this so you didn’t even know where to start. But you were determined and so you leaned down to him and kissed the tip of prick and looked up at him with a sheepish smile before pressing your lips along the frenulum. Harry keened and sucked in a sharp breath as he watched you. You drew your tongue around the head and Harry groaned as he watched you lick down his shaft until you met his pubic hair and then drew your tongue back up over him.
You wrapped your fist around his base (as much as you could, he was quite thick) and then covered his tip with your mouth. You looked up at him sucked on his tip and Harry’s face was slack, his jaw dropped, eyes hooded and heavy.
“Fuck baby. Do it how you want. Love those soft lips on me like this. Take your time.”
You felt your cheeks burn with his words and you chuckled a little, but the sound was muffled as your mouth was occupied. And Harry feeling your muffled laugh over his tip tensed. It was… what could he say other than heavenly?
Your saliva dripped down over him as you began to suckle and draw him in a little more. You didn’t really know what you were doing but you knew a few things and understood the idea of what probably felt good on a penis. So you licked and nursed his head into your mouth and began to slide your palm over his shaft.
Harry’s own moans were encouraging, and his dirty words were embarrassing but you liked it.
“Fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth like this, Y/n. Never had head so good before, baby. Just like that…” Harry was trying hard not to cram his cock down your throat. He’d get you there another time. He didn’t want to scare you but part of him thought you might actually like it.
You popped your mouth off of his tip and Harry watched as strings of your saliva stayed attached from his cock to your lips.
“I like how you taste.” Was all you said and Harry’s ears began to ring when he felt the familiar edging of his climax moving into his balls. He was surprised at how close he was and so suddenly. You were like a little magic nymph or something. He’d never been so easy to finish off, yet here you were, being gentle and sweet with his cock (which he usually wasn’t a fan of) and making him tremble under your innocence.
You put your lips back over his tip and swiped your tongue around and hummed at him when you met his eyes. Your hand continued pumping him and Harry very softly lifted his hips toward you when he felt he could burst.
“Fuck. I… I’m about to come, honey. You want it in your mouth? Want to swallow me down?”
You kept your mouth around tip and nodded with your eyes on him. Harry groaned and squeezed his eyes closed, his jaw clenched. You were already willing to take his come down your throat and Harry couldn’t believe his luck with you. A sweet innocent virgin girl wanting to get her throat coated with the devil’s come (well, technically you didn’t know he was a demon just yet).
When you tasted the start of Harry’s orgasm it wasn’t bad. It reminded you of warm melted butter that was salted, but without the dairy flavor. It didn’t taste like much really. You swallowed and continued stroking his shaft as you suckled his head.
But suddenly, the small taste you got became warm squirts and flooded your mouth. You swallowed what you could, letting it slide down your throat but some of his come dripped from your lips and glazed over Harry’s cock.
Harry grasped his comforter in his hands (he really wanted to grab your hair and shove you down his shaft but he had to control himself) as he came into your mouth. He watched as you did take him a little deeper and his come dribbled down your chin and over his shaft. He could make no noise other than to groan and whimper. You had him coming hard and he couldn’t wrap his brain around how quickly you’d done it.
When you’d felt the last of Harry’s sperm spurt from his tip and he seemed to relax under your touch you drew your mouth off him and sat back as you wiped your face with a smile.
Harry popped an eye open and peeked at you smiling down at him. His own smile spread over his face and he sat up to grab your wrist, yanking you down over him.
“Best head I’ve ever had. You made me come quicker than I’ve ever come in all my life.” And it was true, even if you felt he was only saying that to make you feel good.
You breathed out a laugh and pressed your cheek firmly over his left pec, which was warm and soft. Harry’s scent was so nice and it made you feel so attached to him somehow. You’d been smelling him for days even when he wasn’t around, but now you just wanted to bottle him up and keep it with you all the time.
“Me too.” You laughed at your joke. Obviously Harry was the best head you’d ever had, he was the only one who’d ever done it to you.
Harry chuckled and reached down to your bum to lift your skirt (which was the only piece of clothing that hadn’t come off of you) and pinched your butt.
You jumped and yelped and tried to reach down to pinch at Harry’s bottom but he was flat on his back so you settled for pinching over his thigh. Harry laughed and swatted at you and you gasped.
You lifted your head to look at him, you were both grinning and red in the face. Harry kept his palm on your ass and smiled at you, “Could you stay the night with me? Would your parents mind?”
You bit your lip and thought for a moment. You could obviously lie to your parents, but it wasn’t something you really did much. You hated lying in general and normally you’d easily say no to something like this (not that you’d ever been in this type of circumstance). But you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay with Harry and lie in his arms and laugh with him and pinch his thigh while he swatted your bum. You couldn’t believe yourself, but you knew this was different. Harry was different and so you nodded with a smile.
“I just have to think of a lie.” You lowered your head back down to Harry’s chest and closed your eyes.
Harry smiled to himself. He was feeling the most content he’d felt in many long years. He liked you a lot. More than he intended. But this was different. You were different.
“I’ll help you come up with a lie.” And so, Harry did because he was an expert at lying and deceiving and your parents were none-the-wiser.
Part 7*
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Summary: Harry gets some news about you from the watchers but it doesn't deter him. You are caught with a conundrum and have a decision to make about your relationship with Miguel.
A/N: This is dark!harry content and Harry's a demon so beware before reading on - check out all warnings in the TFMI masterlist. This is a longer update, at 8k words which means there's a lot of info to take in so pay close attention. Character List for reference
It didn’t take the watchers long to find their first bit of interesting information about you. When Harry received the call from Aim, he was in the middle of getting caught up on a few things that he’d neglected the past few days since he found you. He really wanted to stay and watch you eat your toast while you looked at your phone watching dumb videos but duties called.
Aim told Harry to wait for Tamie, the watcher who had found the important information. She would be arriving to his home in approximately thirty minutes with documents and information for Harry.
“I’ve looked over everything she’s found, and it does nothing to comfort me about the mistress you’ve selected. They are still gathering information about her but I’d caution you to keep your distance, at least a little until we know more. I’m not telling any of the apostles of the findings until necessary, but they will request information.” Aim advised.
Harry shook his head to himself, “Understood. I’ll wait for here for Tamie.” He wouldn’t be keeping his distance, that would hinder his progress with you.
Aim knew Harry wouldn’t listen, but he had to at least offer him some advice, “I know you’ll do what you want anyway, Harry. But what kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t give you a warning? I’m rarely wrong when I make these calls. But, we’ve been given free will, and you certainly can proceed how you choose but it’s wise to heed good advice. Bad choices have bad consequences.”
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. Of course he knew his friend was right and he hadn’t even told Aim of what had happened when you were startled because you could smell him in your room when you couldn’t even see him. Harry could make this so much easier on himself by selecting a different mistress. But Harry was never one to take the easy way out. He adored a challenge and you were already coming around to him. In fact, he’d gotten a text from you not long before Aim called. Even if you were supernatural, he could still complete his task with you. It wasn’t unheard of. Not conventional, but not prohibited either.
“I know. I appreciate your advice and I’ll keep it in mind,” Harry spoke before both men said their goodbyes.
Just as Aim said, Tamie showed up with a folder in hand thirty minutes later.
“Come in, please.” Harry let the watcher into his home and noted how she looked around and at everything in his space. Harry had eclectic taste. If not expensive. It might have been a bit over the top but Harry embraced his preferences and the things he liked. People, demons, and angels who’d visited him usually made a few comments about his decorations. He almost expected it every time. He enjoyed the attention.
But Tamie didn’t say anything about the space around her or the decorations and furnishings he’d selected. She was clearly in business mode. Handing him the file she spoke, “Take a look at what I have here for you.” She leans in and opens the folder, pointing to the first document, “This is a birth certificate for Y/N, but it's been altered. To someone who doesn’t know what to look for this looks fine. In fact, most state and federal entities wouldn’t blink an eye or question the authenticity, which is why she exists as a citizen today. But I have come across this a few times and the pattern appears the same so I knew just what to look for and my hunch was correct. Can we sit?”
“Sure. Would you like anything to drink?” Harry said as he kept his eyes on the document, searching for what could be off about this as he led Tamie to his dining table where they could lay the documents out.
“No. That’s okay. Thank you.”
Tamie immediately took over, showing Harry her findings about you, “This is a fake. I could go into detail and explain why I know this, but you'll just have to take my word for it, because the rest of the evidence speaks for itself. This next document, here, is a sort of contract for an adoption. This wasn’t a regular adoption. There is no certificate of adoption, there is no original birth certificate either. Y/N was adopted illegally by her current parents. Y/N’s father, Enzo and her mother Gwyn deliberately looked into false adoption options and there are three other records, which I’ve made copies of… here…” she slid out a sheet of paper with three images, which looked to be receipts of some kind, “… these are like down payment receipts, and to set up the initial meetings for the adoption. Everything was done in cash so there’s no way to actually trace this back to Enzo and Gwyn, but we have this…” Tamie’s red nails pluck out another sheet of paper and puts it on top, pointing to the copied travel document, “… travel records for the both of them, going to the same city that these three receipts are from,” she points back to the paper with the images copied on it, “… the timeline matches up. The pair stayed at a small motel very close to the location and we see that they returned home after the initial meeting and deposit made.”
Tamie puts away some of the papers, stacking them up to move them aside as she brings out another travel document and more receipts. She outlines how the second receipt matched up with the location and the timeline as does the third. Then after the third is when they would have brough you home with them. More receipts of them making purchases for things a baby would need, this time with a credit card, so it was easy to find.
“This is something I’ve come across before when on surveillance. Every time I find something like this and we are suspicious about a particular person, it turns out they are part of the unfound, the ones who don’t know they are supernatural. It usually turns out that a fallen angel or the like, mated with a human and then the heir was abandoned or something similar. It’s typically a supernatural male who impregnates a human female and leaves her behind to have the child and so adoption can tend to be a possibility in these circumstances. But sometimes, things aren’t done legally and then the heir can get lost in the shuffle. It’s hard to keep track of them all and so they can be easy to lose, especially when there’s no official record and the pregnancy wasn’t documented.”
Harry nodded contemplatively, “So did you find that she’s actually supernatural, or?”
Tamie shakes her head and frowns, “Not yet. But, Harry, we are very sure she is. We’ll find out soon enough, but we did have an issue trying to extract a small bit of blood from her so we could take a DNA test.”
“You… what? When did you attempt to do this?” Harry had been with you for most of the last few days. He’d only been away with Aim and right now of course.
“A few hours ago. I went to her home and found her in her bedroom but she got spooked. I was invisible to her but it’s as if my presence had her on edge suddenly. I attempted to touch her with just my finger, as a test, to make sure the touch binding spell was working, but she felt me.” Tamie shook her head and kept her eyes on Harry.
“Why didn’t you just try to go in at night while she was sleeping?” Harry gave Tamie a look of confusion.
Tamie shook her head again and looked down at the paper and then back up to Harry, “It shouldn’t have mattered, Harry. You know that. If she were a normal girl, I would have already had that blood and it would be out for testing as we speak. But, now that we know the extent of her perception and her resistance to certain bindings and spells, I will try an attempt to do this again tonight when she’s in bed.” She lifts her brows as if to ask if he has any more doubts.
Harry had planned on going to see you after he was done with this meeting. He didn’t want anyone to know how fixated he’d become with you and so he suggested something else, “Let me do it. She’s become familiar with me, even trusts me. It will be easier for me to do it.”
Tamie smiled and chuckled, “I knew you would say that. I’d much prefer you to do it anyway. And just so you know, I’ll be watching. I already know far more than you think but I have no plans to share that information because that’s not what I been tasked for, unless you somehow interfere with the investigation then I’ll have to let Aim know about your little fascination with Y/N.”
Harry closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He’s such a dumbass sometimes. Of course the watchers know. Luckily it’s not terribly important that Harry is infatuated with you… yet, “Thank you, Tamie.”
Tamie stacks the paper up again and places it in the file. She tucks it under her arm as she stands up from her chair, “I’ll meet you here in the morning at 9 am to get the sample. Oh!” She stops when she’s near the front door and turns to look to Harry, “We haven’t found anything unusual with Enzo and Gwyn at this point. It looks like they went through illegal adoption channels because they couldn’t financially afford traditional, legal adoption. They seem to not be a big factor in this whole thing, but we’re still looking into it because we never know.”
Harry nodded and walked Tamie to the door, and they bid their farewells. Harry sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. You were on his mind constantly since he’d met you. He had a few more days, give or take, left before he’d need to have intercourse and he doubted that you’d come around by then. That was too fast and as far as he’d gotten with you, he knew you wouldn’t be ready by then. He’d have to go out and find someone to fuck soon. Perhaps Tamie because she would be quite convenient.
In the meantime, he just wanted to be around you again so he took himself to your location and found that you were at someone’s house, Miguel’s house, in his bedroom.
Harry stayed back as far as he could, in hopes that you wouldn’t pick up on his scent but he watched as you and Miguel sat on his bed and chatted. Harry didn’t like how close you were sat to him and how you were holding his hand.
“Are you sure you can’t come? This sucks, Miguel. It’ll be five days at the Falls. It’s so pretty there too.”
“I have to work, Y/N. I couldn’t take off. I know it’ll be fun, I wish I could go too. But you can call me and we can talk every night and you can tell me all about it. How does that sound?” Miguel lowers his head to you to get your eyes on him.
You smile and then let go of Miguel’s hand and lean back with your palms flat behind you, “Amanda and Sarah will be there, so it won’t be bad. Would just be nice if all of us could go together.”
Miguel puts a hand on your knee and squeezes. You are immediately thinking about Harry and how he was a little touchy-feely with you. In fact, you feel like you can smell him a little and you sit up.
“Did you get a new cologne?” You ask Miguel.
Miguel shakes his head, “No. Not wearing cologne right now anyway. Just deodorant.”
You shake your head casually and look around the room. Your head stops and your eyes are directed right toward where Harry is in the room. It’s like you know he’s right in that spot. Harry is sure there’s something about you that’s supernatural. It can’t be denied anymore.
He watches you as you cock your head and squint your eyes, still staring in Harry’s direction, and then you smile and shake your head. Your thoughts are taking you to places they shouldn’t go. Harry’s been on your mind too much and you were worried about it.
You suddenly had the urge to text Harry and invite him to the five day conference at the Holy Falls Forest. Every year, in the summer, your dad and other pastors and leaders host a conference at the tabernacle at Holy Falls. It’s like summer camp for church goers. Morning meetings and prayers, a free afternoon with lunch, then a later afternoon meeting with worship and then evenings free to swim and hike and do whatever you felt like. You loved the grounds at Holy Falls. It’s beautiful and endless. It truly feels like a getaway and you always feel refreshed after attending.
“Miguel?” You suddenly say looking at your boyfriend.
“Yes?” Miguel grins at you and turns his body so he’s facing you.
“Do you want to try kissing? I kind of want to know what it feels like.” You truly were interested in how it would feel – in real life. You would never admit to Miguel that you kissed Harry, the man he thinks of as a stranger and who you’ve been texting the last couple of days, even if it was just in a dream.
“Yes. Now?” Miguel sits up in excitement. He’s been ready. He’s been dying to kiss you.
You nod and bite your lip, “Yeah. Now. Just like a little.”
Miguel scoots his body right next to yours and takes the back of your head into his hand and leans in, “Okay… I’m gonna kiss you…” he closes his eyes and puts his lips onto yours.
Harry rolls his eyes at the ridiculous scene before him. He can practically feel Miguel’s excitement from his spot in the room and he watches as you keep your eyes open and then look up to the ceiling and move your lips slowly.
Miguel moans and you furrow your brow and then push him back and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and laugh, “Okay… enough for now.” You look at Miguel and he’s clearly disappointed that that was all he got.
“Oh… okay. Well, whenever you want to try again, I’m ready.” He laughs and keeps his eyes on you, hoping you’ll want more but you really don’t. You didn’t exactly enjoy what Miguel just did. His lips were too hard and he was too eager. It didn’t feel like it felt in your dream with Harry. But you tried to shake that thought from your mind because that was just a dream.
You stand from Miguel’s bed and turn to him, “I’m gonna go home. Dinner will be ready soon. I’ll see you Sunday?”
Miguel frowns, “Oh… yeah. I mean, you don’t want to hang out on Friday?”
Your eyes widen and you just remembered that you were going to hang out with Miguel on Friday but you’d tentatively also made plans with Harry to go to see your sister’s boyfriend’s band. You’d forgotten about Miguel when you told Harry about that and he seemed interested.
“Uh, maybe… I forgot I was supposed to do something with my sister on Friday, but I’ll let you know if that changes. Maybe I can see you Saturday after you get off work?” You feel bad but not bad enough to cancel plans with the tattooed man. You kind of liked that you had a secret and that it involved Harry. And Harry was pleased.
In your bedroom after dinner you turned on the radio and walked around your room. You went to your closet and began talking to yourself, mumbling things Harry almost couldn’t hear. You pulled out clothes and laid them on your bed and tilted your head looking at your options.
You wanted to figure out what to wear to see Harry on Friday. And then you were reminded that you were going to invite Harry to Holy Falls.
You picked your cellphone up from your nightstand and texted Harry.
To Harry: Next Wednesday through Sunday there’s a big conference at this place called Holy Falls. It’s a beautiful place with a lake, hiking trails, waterfalls, and lots of nature. It’s super fun too!
To Harry: There are cabins to stay in and I think it’s like $100 for the five days and that includes food and lodging and all the activities. Do you want to join? I think it would be fun if you came.
You hit send and then turned back to your outfits. Wanting to look cute on Friday for Harry.
Taking your jeans and t-shirt off, Harry looked at the text you sent him and smiled. Of course he’d go, but he was distracted as he watched you take off your clothes and sample a few things in front of your mirror.
He wanted to get in close to you and put his lips on your neck. He wanted to land his palm over your ass as well. The little panties you were wearing barely covered your full bottom. He so badly wanted you. He would need to find a body to fuck soon. He hadn’t gone so long without having sex in quite a while and he knew you wouldn’t give in to him so soon.
You heard your phone chime and you quickly picked it up to read the text from Harry.
From Harry: Sounds fun. How do I sign up? Still on for this Friday?
You smiled and hummed with a big grin on your face.
To Harry: Yes, still on for Friday. I can meet you at the Union House where he’s playing - and if you come to church on Sunday I can get you a form to fill out so you can sign up and pay.
Harry smiled to himself. He watched as you continued trying on your clothes and talking to yourself.
“This one? Hmmm…” you turned to check out your bottom in the mirror. “Like that?” You brushed your hand over your bottom and smiled at yourself in the mirror. The scent of Harry lingered in your room still. You weren’t sure why it smelled of him so much but you also liked it. It made you feel quite excited. You couldn’t wait to see the handsome man again. You imagined yourself seeing him and what you’d say to one another. You wondered if he’d flirt with you. You wondered if your sister would like Harry or if she’d judge him. She could rude sometimes.
Your sister, Marianna, was quite protective of you. She was ten years older than you. Your mom had Marianna young, your dad was not her father. It was a little bit of a scandal some years ago when the congregation found out the truth, but your mom had been in love with a man before your father and she had Marianna but the man left them. Then your mom met your dad and the rest is history. They had you a little later in life, your mom was in her thirties.
After selecting your outfit for Friday night, you took off your bra and slid your t-shirt back over yourself and climbed into bed. You had another text from Harry you hadn’t seen.
From Harry: I’ll be at church on Sunday, then. Kind of didn’t want to wait to see you until Friday. What are you doing right now?
You felt your heart rate increase. It was past 11pm, and your parents were asleep. You could potentially sneak Harry in if he was quiet. You felt your heart flutter and your nerves peak with anticipation. Biting your lip you responded to him.
To Harry: Okay. Do you want to come to my house? My parents are asleep so you have to be quiet. I don’t think I want to leave tonight and drive anywhere.
Harry internally patted himself on the back. You were already inviting him into your house. Behind Miguel’s back. He could already tell Miguel was on his way out.
From Harry: What’s your address? I can come over now.
You squealed and fell back into your pillows with bright pink cheeks and the largest smile your face could allow.
To Harry: //location pin drop link//
To Harry: That’s where I live.
Harry watched your reaction and he was feeling quite giddy as well. He hadn’t felt excited about anyone in many long decades.
From Harry: Ten minutes away. I’ll text you when I arrive
You rushed off your bed and Harry watched you dash around your room to pick up, mostly just tossing your clothes into your closet. You slid on a pair of shorts and then put a bra on and the t-shirt you were wearing back over it.
Smoothing your hair out in your mirror, you smiled and checked out your teeth and then put your lip balm on. You did a dance-walk across your room and jumped a little at the end, only to turn and do the little walk again – your knees nearly hitting your chest as you tried to expend some of your anxious energy. Hopping around a little with a large smile on your face, you made your way to your window to look out and watch for Harry. You were curious about the kind of car he had.
Approximately ten minutes later a black SUV pulled up across the street from your house and then the car was turned off. No movement right away but you assumed this was Harry. Just then a chime from the text sounded and you pulled it up.
From Harry: here, out front
You squeaked and tossed your phone on your bed and quietly tiptoed through your house to open the front door for Harry. He was walking up to the house just as he saw you opening the door. You held a finger up to your lips as he entered and you closed the door behind him.
You gestured for Harry to follow you to your bedroom. You’d never really done anything like this before, sneaking someone into your house. But Harry was worth it. You really liked him and you wanted his attention on you. Something about him made you feel like you wanted to see him so badly that you’d risk getting into trouble. It had occurred to you, for a just split a second, that you would never do this for Miguel.
Harry was working on keeping his cool as well. His natural inclination was to just take what he wanted, because he wanted it. Desperately. But there was something about the chase for him, the challenge, that made you seem even more delectable.
In your room, with your door closed and the deadbolt in place, just in case, you watched as Harry took in your bedroom. Your room wasn’t much. A basic bedroom. You had a single poster up of the Rolling Stones (which your dad abhorred but your mother approved and her opinion always won out over your dad's) and a framed painting your mom bought you at an art fair a few years ago. You had a few little fun things around the room, but for the most part your room consisted of a bed, a dresser, a closet, a stand with books, radio, nick knacks, two bedside tables, a stand-up mirror, and a window with yellow curtains.
But Harry knew your room well at this point. He turned to you and grinned, “So, why’d you invite me over here. What does your boyfriend think about that?” Harry knew you hadn’t told Miguel. Of course you wouldn’t.
“Oh… well, he doesn’t know. And… I wanted you to come over because I can’t really go anywhere and you wanted to hang out, so…”
Harry tsk’d at you, “Liar. Are you telling me you snuck me into your parent’s house at night, into your bedroom, and locked the door behind us so no one could accidently barge in because I asked you what you were doing?”
You felt embarrassed. Harry was good at making you feel uncomfortable but strangely, you really liked it. You enjoyed him calling you out or saying things that made you squirm.
You swallowed and chuckled, looking down to your bare feet, “No. Guess not.” You spoke timidly.
Harry closed the space between you and softly placed a finger under your chin and nudged your face upward to look at him, “Then why?” He dropped his finger but continued looking at you, waiting for you to be honest with him. He knew why, he wanted to hear it though.
You inhaled his scent and it made you feel like there wasn’t anyone else in the world except you and Harry. You couldn’t get over it, how he smelled and how he spoke to you. It was like magic how you felt all these things for him when you’d never even felt this way about your own boyfriend.
“Because…” you breathed out, struggling to keep your eyes on his but determined to be open with him, because what did you have to lose? “I wanted you here. I like you.” You whispered the last sentence but Harry heard it loud and clear. His grin grew larger.
“Yeah? You want me around? Because you like me?” Harry loved this. Loved hearing you tell him that you liked him. He needed more, though. He really wanted to hear you just adoring him but he knew to take it slow. Harry was sort of eager to hear some praise from you.
You bit your lips and chuckled, looking down for a moment before bringing your eyes back up to Harry and nodded with your lips tucked into your mouth. You were embarrassed.
“It’s okay if you like me, Y/N. Sometimes you can’t control the way you feel for another person. Sometimes there’s a connection between two people that just can’t be ignored. Chemistry. That’s how I feel with you. The moment I saw you, I wanted to know you. We have chemistry. I think even Miguel knows it. There’s no denying is there? Do you feel it too?”
Harry brought one of his hands forward and brushed his knuckles against yours, looping a couple of fingers around your palm as he watched you and then let go. It was just a brief touch and you didn’t want him to let go. The touch from his fingers sent sparks of electricity through your hand and up your arm.
You grasped onto his hand that he just released from you and held on. You looked up to him and nodded, “Yeah. I do. I can’t explain it. What do you think it means?”
Harry squeezes your hand back and smiles down at you, “I think it means we try and find out what it means. Together. I don’t want to interfere with your relationship with Miguel, though. I’m not here to break up love. I just, I don’t know. There’s something about you, Y/N. It’s really up to you how we proceed.” Harry was proud of that spiel. Just emotional and dramatic enough that you were swooning.
Harry’s lips looked so pink and so plush at this moment. You’d noticed his lips plenty before, but right now, it was like… you couldn’t take your eyes off his mouth. And he noticed it too, the way you kept looking down at his lips.
“What do you want, Y/N? I know what I want but it depends on you what happens here.”
You nodded and blinked your eyes at Harry, “You’re right. I need to…” you sighed, and you knew it was the right decision, “… break up with Miguel. He wouldn’t like any of this and it wouldn’t be fair to him.”
Harry nodded and you watched as his eyes lowered to your lips and down your figure, back up to your eyes. It made you feel like you were floating away, losing balance, just the way he looked at you. He brought his free hand up to your cusp your cheek in his palm. He ran his thumb over your cheekbone gently. He looked over your face and down to your lips again. He still didn’t have you figured out quite yet but he knew he was getting close.
You could do nothing but to stand still, under his spell, looking into his eyes. Harry wanted to lean down and kiss you but he was stuck between wanting you to ask him and just making the first move. Sure he’d kissed you before, but you were under the impression that was all a dream. This would be real to you and he wasn’t sure how far you were willing to go. Fuck he was soft for you. If only you knew all the ways in which Harry has bent to your will since he met you, you’d realize he was an absolute sap for you. A complete fool. Even he wasn't quite ready to admit that to himself yet.
With Harry’s close proximity and the way he was looking at you, you thought he might lean down to plant a kiss on your mouth but he didn’t. You were a little disappointed. He seemed so forward and confident that you assumed he'd make the first move. You were a bit shy to ask him to kiss you. Even when you asked Miguel to do it, you had to brace yourself for spitting it out, taking the step to speak the words into existence.
“Harry?” You started with just saying is name. It could give you a moment to think about what you wanted. Buy you some time while you got up the courage to ask him to kiss you.
“Yes, Y/N. What is it?” He continued gently brushing his thumb over your cheek. But Harry knew you were struggling to work up the confidence to ask him what you wanted to. He brought his thumb downward to barely brush at the edge of your mouth, watching as your breath caught in your chest. He needed you to want it so bad you’d ask him. In all honesty he wanted you to beg him, that was his ideal scenario but he had a feeling that somehow you’d have him begging you at some point. You already had so much sway and power over him.
The feeling of Harry’s warm thumb grazing the edge of your mouth was the sexiest thing you’d ever had happen to you. You’d be imagining this moment for many years to come. The tall man stood before you patiently, silently waiting for you to speak.
“Do you want to kiss me?” You scrunched your face in embarrassment and looked down, but Harry’s hand on your cheek lowered to your jaw, which he titled upward. He didn’t want you to feel embarrassed or take your eyes off him.
With your eyes back on him Harry smiled softly at you, his eyes looking over your face and down to your lips, “I have been dying to kiss you. Do you want to kiss me?” He leaned in closer to you, just waiting for the word. He could feel you tremble from nerves.
You nodded and looked down at his pink lips and then back to his eyes, your mouth parting slightly at the anticipation. Your heart was raging in your chest and you were shaking as if you were cold but it was warm in your bedroom.
“Yes.” You breathed out in a whisper. Still feeling the sting of embarrassment at speaking such a thing to a near-stranger. But you felt like you’d gotten to know Harry well over the last couple of days. All the texts back and forth and the conversation at the café. He was no longer a stranger.
Yes, was all you needed to say. Harry brought his other hand up to your face, cupping both cheeks in his palms he brought you closer to him as he lowered his face to feather his lips over yours. You could feel his warm breath on you and his scent was strong and unlike anything you’d smelt on anyone. It was inviting and sexy. It made you desire to do more than just kiss him.
When you puckered your lips in an effort to press them into Harry’s you closed your eyes as your world spun out from under you. Harry began to apply more pressure and his lips were now in synch with yours. You brought your hands up his back and closed the space between your bodies so you could experience him fully.
Harrys soft lips were slow and achingly gentle on yours. You didn’t have much practice but your instincts provided you with just enough understanding to open and close your mouth around his lips, pacing your movements with his.
Harry’s tongue smoothed over your lips and you opened your mouth for him. He wasted no time in showing you what it felt like to have a passionate kiss that made you feel weak in the knees. The kind you’d read about or heard about. You hummed at the feeling of Harry’s tongue licking into your mouth and your senses were fading so that there was little thought in the way you moved with him. Your hormones led you and you stuck your own tongue out to participate in kissing Harry with more feeling.
Suddenly, with Harry’s lips still on yours, he nudged you back toward your bed. When the back of your knees hit your mattress you plopped down and Harry climbed right over you, moving you up your mattress. His hands were holding at your ribs as he adjusted your position, but he kept his mouth over yours.
You put your hands on his shoulders and kept your eyes closed, basking in the sensation of being kissed, really kissed. Harry reluctantly moved his mouth from yours and he gasped. You were a natural. He loved the way you kissed him and he wanted more. It made him dizzy and horny. Harry needed badly to take care of his sexual urge and he knew you weren’t going to provide him with any relief in the way his body required. Not tonight anyway.
You watched as Harry scooted next to you and sat upright with his back to the headboard, "Climb up, into my lap.” He patted his thigh.
You were quick to comply, crawling over him and spreading your thighs around his as you moved yourself up his lap and settled your bottom down, facing him. You put your hands at his shoulders and Harry grabbed your wasted and pulled you even closer to him so your centers were smashed together. Harry’s lips found yours again as soon as he had you as close as you could be on his lap and you both continued lapping at one another and feeling lust bubble from your insides.
It didn’t take you long to feel it. Harry under your shorts, pressing into you right where you like your fingers when you get yourself off. But you were clothed and so was he, so it wasn’t that bad, right? Out of impulse you softly wiggled your hips downward over him and Harry hadn’t really expected it, but then again, maybe he wasn’t too surprised. You were a horny little thing, he knew it. And now that he was going to be around you more often he’d see to it that you stayed this way, so that eventually, you’d give in to him.
Harry placed his hands at your hips and pressed you down over him causing you moan and you backed away for a moment. All of the features on your face told Harry you wanted him. Your dilated pupils, your swollen lips, the way your mouth was parted, pink cheeks.
“I can’t. I mean, I don’t know if we should do this.” You were referring to the tiny bit of dry humping that had begun. It was just a little but it had you aching to be put out of your misery. And Harry was aching as well.
“S’okay. We won’t do anything you don’t want. Only want you to feel comfortable.” Harry was dying inside. He could tear your clothes off and fuck you right now, take your virginity and get you pregnant with his child. You’d probably like it too. He could smell you.
You nodded and smiled, sliding your hands down to his chest. You really liked Harry. He was so sweet and so patient with you. He seemed like a man with experience. You were sure of it, yet he was here with you, a virgin. You couldn’t understand what he saw in you, why he’d waste his time with you.
You bit your lip and looked up at your ceiling. You were facing quite the conundrum. You wanted to know what it would feel like to do a little more with him, but you were scared to sin further than what you already had.
“Do you…” you looked back to Harry and took a breath before continuing, “um… like me? Like, enough that you want to get to know me more?” You didn’t know how to ask him what you wanted. You were about to break up with Miguel and now that you were doing this with Harry you wanted to make things official and fast so you felt less like a slut. So it all felt worth it.
Harry, being quite observant and intuitive understood your need to confirm his feelings for you over and over again. He knew you’d want him to ask you to be his girlfriend. Normally he’d feel like this was a silly thing, a waste and he’d do it only to secure a future lay, but you were different and he couldn’t lie and tell himself this didn’t pull a smile over his face.
“I do like you. A whole lot. I already told you, there’s something about you. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same now that I’ve met someone like you. What about you? Do you like me too?”
You quickly nodded and sighed at his words, “Yes! I really do. I feel the same, Harry.” You smiled and Harry nudged his nose to yours and kissed you again, slowly, softly, with just the tiniest bit of tongue that had your panties slick and sticky and smelly (you could smell and so could Harry).
Harry released your mouth, grinning at you, “Yeah? That’s music to my ears. You’re gonna make me fall in love with you, aren’t you?” Harry was piling on the lovey dovey stuff. He knew you’d like it. And the sooner he could make you fall in love the sooner you’d allow him to take your virginity.
You giggled and shook your head, “You’re not serious.” You laughed out as you spoke.
Harry titled his head to the side and squinted at you with a frown, “Why don’t you think I’m serious? Have I not shown you how much I like you since day one? I really, really like you, Y/N. Like, more than you understand.”
You swallow and your heart is swelling at his words. He really likes you. It makes you feel gooey and melty and so excited.
“I don’t know. I just feel so, like, this isn’t real. Like you’re a dream. Like you’re too interesting and smart for me.”
Harry’s frowned deepened, “Fuck that. You’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met, Y/N. Don’t sell yourself short like that. And this is real. Get used to it.”
A ghost of a smile fell over your features at Harry’s words. He was making you blush and you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.
Harry squeezed at your hips and then brought a hand up to cup the side of your face again, brushing his thumb up and down your cheek, “In fact. I want you to be my girlfriend. I know you haven’t broken up with Miguel, but I want you to be mine. Do you want that too?”
This was what you wanted. A confirmation of his feelings by way of commitment. You nodded, “Yes. I do. I want to be with you. I promise I’ll break up with Miguel tomorrow.”
Harry couldn’t give a fuck about Miguel but he did want you to be his alone. He felt possessive over you and if he had the chance, he’d flaunt it in Miguel’s face on Sunday. He was quite thrilled by this idea.
“Yeah? You want to be my girlfriend, Y/N?” Harry dipped his face close to yours, his lips over your jaw and you closed your eyes.
When Harry peppered small kisses over your jaw and down your neck you panted and rocked into him. The way it felt to have warm, wet kisses drawn down your neck by Harry’s lips couldn’t be explained. And he was your boyfriend now. Everything felt so surreal and sudden but it was earth shattering. Nothing would be the same for you from now on. You knew it. There was a shift in energy around you and you were prepared for it because Harry was part of that. Harry wasn’t the kind of guy your parents would be happy about. They barely tolerated you dating Miguel. And you almost broke up with Miguel to make your dad happy, even though he never asked you to do such a thing. But, you knew it right now, if your dad asked you to break up with Harry directly, you wouldn't.
When you began to slowly shift your hips and grind over Harry he realized you really liked having your neck kissed. He gently licked your skin and nipped at you, sucking lightly and then kissing down further. You moaned and your core tingled in delight. You knew you were rocking yourself over Harry’s hard penis. He was hard for you and that sent bubbles and sparks up your body, knowing you had done that to him.
He felt so good under you and his mouth on your neck made your mind blank, your only concern was the carnal need you had for Harry. And Harry wanted you to get what you needed from him. Even if he couldn't get what he needed. He'd let you use his big cock to rub yourself over and find relief if you needed to.
Harry gently lifted his hips upward for you as he draped kisses all over your neck and up to your jaw. He was solid in his pants and it hurt a little to have you smashing over him the way you were. But he loved a little pain so it was no deterrent for him.
Your movements became a little more hastened as you humped Harry’s clothed cock feeling the tell-tell tingle of your impending orgasm. When you moaned a little too loudly Harry brought his mouth over yours and you felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest.
With Harry’s lips smoothed over yours and your clit rubbed at the fabric of your wet panties over Harry you felt your body begin to give in to pleasure. You were at the point of no return now. If God was watching you, you couldn’t have cared in that moment. Harry was too good and he was all you wanted.
Harry’s lips on yours caught your moans and you began to see stars as you rubbed your clit just right over his firm penis. The friction was perfect and your orgasm boiled out into your panties and over your thighs.
Harry had to cover your mouth with his hand. Kissing you wasn’t doing the trick in keeping you quiet. He knew you were coming and his own heart was pounding from the experience with you. He couldn’t come like this. Harry needed a bit more, but he was certainly pleased at how you’d given in to him, even if it was just dry humping. He realized he had quite the effect on you and that fed his ego quite well.
With his lips at your neck and his hand on your mouth you groaned into his palm at the feeling of coming like this. It was a first for you. It’d always been by your own hand in private. But this was better than doing it alone.
When you’d finally quieted down a bit and stopped your hips from moving Harry released your mouth. You lazily opened your eyes to look at the man with dark pupils and flared nostrils. He was so turned on and horny it was ridiculous. He’d need to find a way to release ASAP. Tonight.
Harry tried to be as gentle and caring with you as possible when he took a sample of your blood while you were coming. It was easy. He took what he needed quickly, completing the task for Tamie.
He also tried to be as gentle and caring with you as he made an excuse to leave shortly after you'd orgasmed. He tucked you into your bed, kissing your face all over, and told you he’d let himself out. You were nearly asleep by the time Harry was already reaching out to Tamie on his way home to let her know he’d already gotten the sample. He was also motivated to call her over early so he could have a warm body to fuck. He needed a release immediately. After having you rub yourself over him like that, your scent all over him, the front of his pants still damp with you, he was in physical pain. And for his own health, he needed it as well.
Tamie questioned Harry at first, “I can come over in the morning to get it, as we planned.”
Harry shook his head and adjusted his heavy cock, “Can you come over now? Please?”
Tamie knew the reason. She was aware of what had happened in your room and that Harry was left hanging. She also knew his health would suffer if he went too long. So, for the sake of balance and because Harry was very attractive (as incubi tended to be) she relented.
Harry didn’t take long to get right down to it when Tamie arrived. He was whining and groaning as soon as his pants came off. Tamie wasn’t a stranger to sex with incubi. She loved the feel of them. Their large cocks, the best in kingdom of Hell.
And because Tamie was a fallen angel, he didn’t need to prep her before slamming into her cunt. She could handle it, and it felt good.
Harry fucked her insides and kept his eyes closed as he drove into Tamie. He pretended he was fucking you, dipping down into your tummy and pushing your insides apart. Tamie knew what this was. Just a need to be fulfilled. Nothing more. She wasn’t hurt by it or turned off. No hard feelings. She was just a warm hole to get him off until he could get inside of you. But she was using Harry just the same. She had her own sexual needs as well. Tamie had no trouble getting her needs met, she was gorgeous and men fawned over her but it was always a bonus when the man was an incubus. Typically human men would be falling over her but sex with humans wasn't always what it's cracked up to be.
“Fuck, Harry. Yes… ohhhh…” Harry slapped his hand over Tamie’s mouth. He didn’t want to hear her voice, only yours. Hearing Tamie’s voice and not yours nearly ruined his orgasm. He began to tremble as he was about to come. And as much as he was using Tamie he still wanted her to get off (for his own ego). He was desperate to come, hadn’t been so worked up in a long time. In fact, this was the first time in many long years that he had to hold himself back from coming too soon.
“Come on my cock, Y/N. Let me feel you…” he had no shame in calling Tamie by your name and Tamie was too far gone to even worry about it. She nodded and slid her hand down to her clit to speed up her approaching end. She squeezed her eyes closed as she came and moaned into Harry’s hand loudly.
As soon as Harry felt Tamie pulsing around him Harry released into her, driving his cock deep and stilling his hips, come coating her insides. Harry could control who he got pregnant. His sperm would only impregnate when he was ready for it. This was just for sex. This was just to release. It was needed. Necessary.
Harry sent Tamie on her way with the sample of blood and he finally felt normal again. He really needed that. He hadn’t realized going five days without intercourse (something he hadn’t done in many hundreds of years) would take such a toll on his mind and body. He felt like he could think more clearly and breath a little better now. He just hoped you’d be ready for him soon. He didn’t want to be putting his cock in anyone else at the moment. Not that he didn’t enjoy Tamie’s cunt. She felt very good around him and she was pretty but he only wanted you. Only wanted your scent covering him, your moans filling his ears, your eyes on him as you came… He couldn’t wait to corrupt you.
Part 6*
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Summary: At church you have to face everyone's gossip when word spreads about you breaking up with Miguel for Harry, but then when you discover something perplexing about yourself it makes you feel powerful but it's got Harry feeling worried. 7.8k words
A/n: this is demon!Harry, with some dark content and there could be triggering topics. Please read warnings in the TFMI masterlist before continuing.
Warning: Smut (not sex), talk of religion, use of magic/spells
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Harry’s behavior was very odd when he showed up at the church unannounced. You were shocked he was there but it also made you feel super elated that he came to see you, so when you told him you were going to dinner with your parents and were about ready to leave you felt a little bad for him. Why had he come to the church to fill out the form when you’d already made plans to do so on Sunday? Maybe he just wanted to see you. So, that was the answer you went with.
That night, for the first time in nearly a week, you didn’t smell Harry. Perhaps having the window open helped. But you’d gotten used to the scent and sort of wished you could still smell him. You also found yourself unable to fall into any kind of deep sleep. You stared up at your ceiling and pondered various things. You briefly thought of Miguel and felt a bit of dread at seeing him at church the following morning but more than that, you were excited to see Harry.
At the same time, Harry was feeling quite sad. He missed your presence and now that he realized you were probably no longer affected by his spells he wouldn’t be having his normal evening stalker-sessions with you. It crushed him a little. He was looking forward to seeing you, even if you didn’t do much with your time. He was simply obsessed by your scent and your sweetness. It was worrying him too about what Danny had said. What if you were out of his league? What if once you realized your own power you no longer wanted Harry? Harry had never been a worrier, but he was officially worried.
When you heard your parents moving about the house on Sunday morning you went through your basic routine of getting ready. You picked out a cute outfit that you thought Harry might like and you took care of your appearance, showering and shaving things you’d never considered shaving before Harry. But now that you two were an item, and he was seeing you naked, you wanted to look perfect for him, because you planned on letting him see you naked again, and again. You couldn’t help yourself around him. Your sexual urge was too strong. And you really didn’t feel as much guilt about it today for some reason. Every moment that passed you felt less guilt about what you were doing with Harry.
At the church building you grabbed a sign-up sheet for the conference for Harry and went into one of the small Sunday School rooms as usual, checked social media and then texted Harry.
To Harry: at the church already. see you soon!
You didn’t want to look at Instagram anymore. There was nothing going on and none of your friends had posted. You looked down at your phone when you heard a ding. But it wasn’t from Harry.
From Amanda: Miguel told everyone you broke up with him. Why didn’t you tell me? Is everything okay?
You sighed. You hadn’t told Amanda because you’d been so busy with Harry and you were really hesitant to tell her everything. Amanda was your best friend but you knew her well and she wouldn’t like to hear that you and Harry had been doing the things you were. She would probably freak out. Just like you would have if you’d heard the same of her – well you would have a week ago. But now that you’ve felt what it’s like to do such things with a boy, well, you can’t blame anyone for getting into those kinds of situations. It makes total sense to you now. But Amanda wouldn’t understand. She’d never even had a boyfriend, and as far as you knew she had never even masturbated before.
To Amanda: Yeah. I just don’t think I really had feelings for Miguel anymore. When you get here, don’t be shocked though. I’m kind of seeing Harry. Do you remember him from last week at lunch? Tall guy with dark hair? I can tell you more about it later. Sorry for not telling you. :-/
You knew she wasn’t going to like that. Everything that you’ve done over the last week is very out of character for you. You just feel so different. In fact, you suddenly feel like you shouldn’t care nor apologize for how you feel. You just want to be honest and open with everyone. You can’t of course, most people wouldn’t understand.
Your phone dinged again, this time it was Harry responding.
From Harry: on my way already
When you saw him it was like he was glowing. Such a beautiful man. You took in his appearance and his confidence and you could melt from just the way he looked at you.
You both walked toward one another with small grins and he grasped your hand, “Hello beautiful.”
You chuckled, “You’re the beautiful one here.” You were happy and relieved to be back in his presence again.
After having Harry fill out the conference sign-up sheet and pay (in cash) you placed the paperwork and money in the office with a note to add Harry to the list of attendees. The church secretary would take care of it tomorrow.
You both sat together near the front and you spotted Sarah who was making her way to you and Harry with wide eyes and a look on her face that said she needed to speak with you. She slid in next to you and whispered, “I heard about you and Miguel. And now you’re with Harry? Amanda texted me to tell me you told her you’re seeing Harry.”
Of course everyone knows your business already. And Amanda never responded to your text but she reached out to Sarah to gossip? It kind of hurt your feelings in truth.
“Yes. I didn’t really like Miguel all that much. Like that. And I am dating Harry. It happened quick but I’ll tell you about it later.”
Harry could hear you and Sarah whispering to one another but pretended he couldn’t. He looked around the room and saw Miguel staring him down with Amanda seated right next to him. Harry drew his arm up behind you and put his hand on the back of your neck and smiled at Miguel with a nod and then turned to face the front. He could be such a dick sometimes.
Sarah leaned over and waved at Harry, “Good morning!” She smiled and then settled back into the pew and crossed her legs. Harry responded in kind and then leaned in to speak into your ear.
“Miguel and Amanda at 4 o’clock. Staring us down like we’re Satan.” Harry chuckled to himself at his joke, which wasn’t really much of a joke because Harry was in fact a demon, and you were, well, you might be a demon too.
You turned quickly and smiled and waved at the pair. They were both indeed already looking and Miguel did not return the wave to you, but at least Amanda did. You were a bit upset that your best friend was choosing to sit with the boy you broke up with in favor of sitting next to you. You’d confront her about this behavior. At least Sarah was sitting with you.
The next hour and a half dragged by. You weren’t in it at all. Everything was boring and the music was awful. You really just wanted to get out of there and go give Harry a proper blow job. One where you put more of him in your mouth. You kept thinking about it all morning. It didn’t help that the pants he was wearing were nicely fitted, which showed off his delicious-looking bulge. You blinked away the thoughts and tried to pay attention to your dad but you couldn’t think about anything other than what you and Harry might go do after service ended.
You crossed your leg toward Harry and kept yourself pressed against him as he kept his fingers at your neck, gently rubbing at the skin which in turn gave you goosebumps and a heart rush. Harry could tell you were distracted by him, which was exactly his goal. He didn’t need you listening to anymore of this rubbish. An utter waste of everyone’s time.
When the service was over everyone mingled about, making their normal plans for lunch and visiting friends. Sarah suggested going out to eat to you and Harry and you noticed that Amanda and Miguel were making no move to come to the three of you, instead they were speaking with a few other people.
Harry put his arm over your shoulder as you both stood near the end of the pew, “Don’t worry about them. If Amanda is your friend she’ll come around.” You looked up to your boyfriend and smiled. You just wanted to get out of there and take him somewhere or have him take you somewhere.
“Sarah? I think Harry and I are just gonna go. Feels weird being here and seeing how judgy Amanda is being. I’d rather not go out to lunch with her right now anyway.”
Harry smiled to himself at your words. He was a nervous when he came to see you. If he’s honest with himself he’d admit that Danny’s words shook him up and not being able to see you last night made him wonder if you’d even felt the same way about him anymore. He’s typically quite confident but his high opinion of himself wavered heavily not being able to see you or know what you were up to last night. And based on how quickly you seem to be changing, well, he just didn’t know.
Sarah said her goodbyes and you and Harry left the main room to leave. As you were nearing the front doors you heard your dad call your name. Both you and Harry turned to see him walking quickly to catch up to you.
“Y/n, I heard a rumor about you and it appears to be true.” He looks to Harry and silently examines his appearance and then looks back at you.
“What rumor, dad?” You were prepared for this. Sort of. You figured now that almost all of your friends knew that you’d broken up with Miguel, and it also seemed Amanda had told people that you were now dating Harry, so it just a matter of time before your parents would hear the news.
“Well, that you’d starting dating someone new. I didn’t even know that you and Miguel weren’t together anymore.” Your dad didn’t seem upset, but of course he wouldn’t act upset in his own church. He’d wait til later to show you his true colors.
Harry cleared his throat and put a hand out to greet your dad, “I’m Harry.” Your dad took Harry’s hand to shake, “It’s nice to meet you sir.” Harry was on his best behavior.
You dad nodded, “Likewise, Harry. I’m Enzo. Would like to sit down and talk with you at some point. Also, wanted to invite you to our conference that’s coming up this week.”
You spoke up quickly, “Oh yeah! He’s coming! He’s already signed up and paid.” You smiled brightly at your dad and he nodded as if impressed and then looked back to Harry.
“Good to hear. I’m glad you’ll be joining us, Harry. Maybe at the conference you and I will have some time to sit down and chat.”
After your dad finally said goodbye you rushed Harry out the doors, “Your car or mine?” You said looking up to him.
Harry saw your eagerness and it gave him relief. You were still excited about him and still wanted to be with him, it seemed. The edge of nerves and worry that he’d started off with when he saw you had all but disappeared.
“I can drive. Where to?” Harry reached for your hand and led you to his car.
When you were both inside and buckled in you turned to him, “I don’t know where to go. Is your house okay? Or are you hungry? We could go out to eat. Or eat at yours…” you really just wanted to be alone with Harry and explore more with him. Your hormones were suddenly in overdrive ever since he showed you what things could feel like. Harry’s house seemed like the obvious choice but you didn’t want him to think you were too desperate.
And Harry knew what you wanted. He could tell by your heart rate and your scent that you wanted more than to just eat food. He was happy to oblige. He felt the same after all.
“My house it is. I can make us something to eat there. Then we can just see where the day takes us?” He reached his hand out to cover your thigh as he drove out of the church parking lot.
You were a bit squirmy and turned on and Harry really hadn’t even done much, but you couldn’t help it. Because you knew Harry would want to fool around with you at his house. You were working yourself up all on your own. Harry needed really to do very little work. And he could tell too. Especially when you brought your hand to his thigh and began slowly moving it upward toward his crotch. You felt a little desperate to touch him again, even though you just did yesterday morning, it was all still so new to you and exciting.
“What’s this?” Harry grinned and looked down to where your hand was. Harry breathed out a small laugh from his nose but then when you silently placed your palm over his dick, his breath caught in his throat. You were quite bold weren’t you? He glanced at you quickly in confusion, the grin on his face gone. He was surprised by you. But you surprised him a lot since he’d met you. It was just another thing he loved about you. Well, love? Maybe not love… he couldn’t get that far ahead of himself…
“What? Is this a problem?” You gave him a firm squeeze and to your delight, he began to harden under your hand slowly. God you wanted to do things. You didn’t even know what things, just things. You’d try almost anything.
Harry coughed out a laugh in surprise at you. He licked his lips and looked at you as he shook his head, “God no. I like it when you touch me. I think I already told you this but you can touch me anywhere you want.”
Suddenly, you saw a commotion in the street and turned to see a ball bouncing over the curb and a young girl running after it into the street. Harry was still traveling at full speed and unaware of the moment because he was so distracted by you.
You felt a rush of adrenaline as you put your free hand up toward the windshield and shouted, “STOP!!” You squeezed your eyes closed just as Harry was getting too close to the girl and suddenly everything around you stopped. Silence and quiet filled the car. The radio was no longer playing and even the air around you was still.
You opened your eyes to see that the car was still on, the radio light was on, Harry was still looking at you with his mouth hung open in surprise at your bold move, and outside of the car the world was stopped. The little girl was still in front of Harry’s car but she was paused in motion. The ball had bounced up onto the curb out of the street but was hung in mid-air.
“Harry??” You removed your hand from over his crotch and unbuckled yourself. You didn’t know what was going on.
You shoved at Harry to get him to acknowledge you but he didn’t seem to be aware of what was happening around you. You looked back outside and opened the car door. Stepping out onto the pavement, you looked all around and everything was silent and still. A bird overhead was just hung in the air unmoving. Cars were stopped, people were like mannequins, the wind still.
After being momentarily dazed by what you saw around you, you quickly made your way to the front of the car and moved the little girl, with a bit of a struggle (it turns out a mid-motion, non-moving 70 lb body feels like moving a 200 lb body). When you had her on the grass and off the street you pulled the ball down to the grass next to the girl and then went back to Harry’s car.
Your anxiety was peaking. This was quite strange and you didn’t know what was happening but you knew you couldn’t let the girl get hit, were things to begin moving again.
Settled back into Harry’s car you tried snapping him out of it. But he stayed in the same position as where you left him. You took some deep breaths and tried to think. What could you do? How did this happen? Strange things had been happening to you since you met Harry, but nothing this obviously strange. You tried to rationalize about what had happened. What had occurred before everything stopped. Well, you shouted stop.
You laughed to yourself about the ridiculous thought that occurred to you, that maybe saying go would make things go again. But it wasn’t so ridiculous anymore, not after witnessing time literally being stopped at your word.
So, you said it, “Go!” And just like that, Harry’s vehicle was taking you down the street and he was still looking at you. He turned to look back at the road and you looked behind the car to see the little girl, safe in the grass.
“Harry. Did you see what just happened?” It was odd to you that he seemed to be unaware of the moment you’d just experienced.
“See what?” He looked down at his lap and noticed your hand was removed. He pouted.
“Uhhh… this is gonna make me sound like I’m nuts, but you gotta believe me…” you took a deep breath and Harry glanced at you before turning back to the road.
You continued, “There was a little girl in front of your car when you were looking at me back there and you almost hit her but I shouted stop – and literally, everything around us stopped. The car, you, the girl, the ball she was running after…” you paused and laughed. You sounded crazy.
You could see Harry’s expression was in a confused frown. He gave you a side glance and spoke, “I wasn’t aware of any of that. What happened when everything stopped?”
This was it. He was gonna break up with you now. He was too smart and levelheaded for something like this, “Well, I got out of the car and moved the girl and ball to the grass and then got back in the car and freaked out for a little bit before I said go and everything just started back up again. I don’t know. It’s so confusing. But it really happened. Um, like the radio paused and the bird in the sky, everything. I know I sound crazy, but I swear…” you put your face in your hands and closed your eyes. You truly did feel like you were losing your mind.
Harry put his hand back over your thigh and sighed, “I believe you.” You looked at Harry in shock. He believed you? But why? You saw him clench his jaw and swallow.
“Why? I wouldn’t believe me.” You spoke softly, feeling embarrassed and confused.
“Because it’s happened to me too. When I get you to my house we can talk a little about a few things and maybe make some sense of it all.”
When Harry pulled into his driveway, there was a brunette woman on his porch. She was pretty, wearing a nice outfit that fit her petite frame very well. Her lips were bright red and when you and Harry both got out of his car she was rushing toward Harry with a big smile.
You stood next to Harry and watched the woman approach, “Harry! I have something I need to speak with you about really quickly. I hope I’m not bothering you…” the woman looked at you and put her hand out, “I’m Tamie, Harry’s neighbor. We just had a thing happen in the neighborhood and I need to speak with him for a moment. Sorry about all this!”
You nodded and Harry squinted at this, Tamie.
“Here. Let yourself in. I’ll be right there.” Harry handed you his keys and you did as he said, but with some hesitancy. You didn’t understand why you couldn’t be present to hear what Tamie had to say about whatever happened in the neighborhood.
Once you were inside Tamie lowered her voice and grabbed Harry’s arm, turning him away from the house, “You cannot divulge anything to her until we find out more. She just stopped time and then restarted it, and she isn’t even trained to do it. She’s obviously very powerful and we need to keep this contained until we find out more. Once we know, we can go about letting her in on all of this, but it must done when the time is right. I know you want her to be able to make sense of what she just did, but you cannot go there with her yet.”
Harry sighed and looked up at the blue sky. Tamie was right, but Harry was not going to be able to keep things from you for much longer, “How much longer until you get the results.”
Tamie shook her head and laughed in frustration, “Turns out there’s a bit of a backlog and this case just isn’t a priority. I think after this, though, we might be able to get some results faster. If she can simply speak the words stop and go and make time follow her order, all without being trained in honing the spell might I add, we might have a good reason to push this one forward. I’m going to go to Aim so he can petition to get this done faster and we can move forward. But please, hold off on telling her anything of significance.”
Harry nodded and Tamie left. He couldn’t believe what was happening. You were truly a conundrum to him and you were very powerful it seemed. He was more worried than ever now. It seemed you were growing more powerful by the minute and he had little control over you anymore.
As soon as you saw him come back in you stood from his couch, “What’s going on? Everything okay?” You were only a little worried about Tamie. You didn’t like that she was so pretty and his neighbor, but you weren’t too worried about neighborhood stuff. You were still trying to wrap your mind around what had happened in Harry’s car with the little girl.
“Oh, nothing important really. Some robberies in the area. She just wanted to let me know. But how are you? You okay after what just happened?” Harry knew he couldn’t avoid the issue with you, but maybe he could make something up to alleviate your worry for a bit.
“Uh… Kind of freaking out to be honest. I’ve never… I mean I don’t really know what happened. I just… you said it’s happened to you before?” You and Harry sat down on his couch and he slid his arm around your back so you were snugged into his side.
“Mmm… yeah. Once I was hiking in the mountains and a friend I had with me slipped and nearly fell off the side of the cliff. Somehow, time just stopped, and I was able to save him from falling to his death before time started back up again. It’s the strangest thing. Perhaps God is in on it somehow.” Harry hated stating that God would have anything to do with it. God didn’t care. But how else could he skirt the subject? With you wanting more answers he needed to lie. He couldn’t have you asking to many questions just yet.
You nodded and looked down at your lap for a moment before leaning your head onto Harry’s chest and sighing, “Yeah. Maybe that can explain it. It’s crazy. God really does work in mysterious ways.”
Harry couldn’t roll his eyes hard enough. He had to take a deep breath to compose himself, so he didn’t laugh at the irony. His story is true. He helped a human not fall to their death once on the side of a mountain. God did not. An incubus demon did. You’d soon find out about how apathetic God really is, he had a feeling. But for now, he needed to pacify your concerns in a way that made sense to you.
And you really didn’t feel like you had all the answers yet. Harry’s explanation about what happened to him was also very interesting. You’d never known anyone who had had such an encounter.
Being tucked into Harry’s side did help you to feel quite a lot better, though. You were still perplexed, but perhaps with time you’d understand more. Or maybe you were just going crazy.
“So, Tamie. She’s pretty. Do you see her often?” You wanted to pick a little. And the fact that you were told to come inside while they spoke had your interest piqued.
“Mmm… once in a while. She’s just a friendly neighbor. A little nosey. Kind of like neighborhood watch.” He looked down at you and smirked. Were you jealous?
“Okay. So she comes over to tell you all about neighborhood stuff?” You looked up at Harry and his gaze over your face made you warm again.
“Sometimes. Usually something like what just happened there, where she stands on my porch to talk to me. Why? Are you jealous my little lemon, love?” Harry could see you melting already. You were still so easy. A puzzle, yes, but easy to persuade and to turn on.
You smiled at the nickname. He called you that at the café once and you liked it. It was sweet and well, being called love by Harry was certainly something.
You laughed and grinned up at the handsome man, feeling somewhat less worried about time stopping and starting at your word (if that had happened to you a week ago you’d be in distress and checking yourself into the hospital).
“She’s pretty. I could see you wanting to date someone like her. And I’ve only just come along. Wasn’t sure if maybe there was some history there.” You bit your lip. You knew Harry was experienced. Just imagining him with another woman, having sex, made you feel upset in your tummy. But at the same time, imagining him having sex in general was kind of hot. You just knew he made whoever he’d been with feel good. He definitely made you feel good. And if you were to have sex with him at some point, well, you’d been imagining it quite a lot…
“She is pretty, but not nearly as pretty as you. You’re breathtaking and fascinating. I’m pretty gone for you, Y/n. So don’t worry about that. She and I have no history.”
His voice soothed you and when you felt his hand squeeze your side he lowered his lips to yours and you were gone. It was like a spark and a snap when your lips met.
You climbed into his lap, straddling him and continued your kisses to his lips and he indulged in you. Both your mouths moving together like you were made for one another. You had your hands in his hair and he had his on your bottom, pulling you down over him.
You heart was pounding, and you were horny. Officially you could say you were horny. Harry made you this way. Feeling his large, thick erection under you had you panting and rolling down over him to feel it against your clothed center. You were wearing a skirt again and so you adjusted the material as you kept your lips on Harry’s, pulling the skirt up so your panties were against the material over Harry’s zipper.
Harry’s own heart was pounding. You were the best kisser and the sweetest thing he’d ever met. He wanted you so badly. Wanted to really make you his.
Harry lowered his lips to your neck and sucked at the skin with purpose. You gasped at the feeling of the sting. Harry went to the other side and repeated, giving you two love marks. He couldn’t fuck you until you allowed it, but he could mark you up as a message to anyone that saw them.
“Harry, let’s go to your bed.” You panted out your words. He helped you off his lap and you both made your way to his bedroom quickly, where clothes were scattered in a trail behind you, before he pushed you into his bed.
Harry leaned over you and sucked at your bare nipples, hard pulls, making the flesh burn and ache. You watched him devour you and then you noticed the blueish splotches he was leaving behind. You breathed out a moan and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him to you so you could have his lips back on yours.
Harry kissed you hard and held you down by your arms as you bucked your hips upward. You were both still wearing your underwear, but nothing else.
“Mmm… Harry… can I give you a blowjob?” Harry lifted his head to look at you. He didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you were very eager and cheeky today. First you suggested leaving alone with him after church, then you placed your hand over his crotch and now this?
“Not sure anyone could say no to that. Want me to lick you too? You can sit over my face like last time, just opposite direction so you can take me in your mouth.”
Your eyes widened and a big smile came across your face, “Like 69?” You had heard of this position before.
Harry chuckled at your excited expression, “Yes. Exactly. I forget that that’s what kids are calling it these days.”
You cocked your head at him in question, “Kids? You make it sound like you’re a grandpa.” You laughed.
Harry was in fact a grandpa. A great grandpa too. A great-great-grandpa, even. A great-great-great… well, I think the point has been made. However, he figured it was best you didn’t know that about him quite yet.
Harry sat back and tucked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down your legs, keeping his eyes at your cunt. So pretty, so ready, so fragrant… He pulled his own underwear off and then laid on the bed. You positioned yourself over his face and tilted forward to put your hands on the bed next to Harry’s hips. Harry grabbed at your thighs and pulled you down to his mouth, attaching his lips to your pussy quickly and you felt your eyes flutter for a moment at the feel. When you’d settled your hips and found your balance you grasped your hand at the base of Harry’s long shaft, bringing him to your mouth and licking the tip. Harry’s mouth on you felt so good and slick. You were so drippy before he even put his lips on you, you just knew it was only going to get worse.
You wrapped your lips around Harry’s tip and brought him into your mouth a bit. Bobbing up and down as you ground your hips over Harry’s face, he felt good in your mouth, stretching your lips, with your jaw wide, along with his tongue gliding over your slit, giving you the shivers. This position felt so nice and you enjoyed the sensation of being eaten out while you took another inch or so of Harry into your mouth.
And Harry just loved tasting you and the way your body responded to him. Your little puffs of breath and muffled moans fed his ego. It meant he was doing a good job. Of course he was, he was good at this. But you were taking him further and further and seemed to be really hitting some good spots, sucking him in just right. He moaned into your cunt and licked you up with his tongue flat and took a breath before pressing his mouth back over your folds. His nose was right at your asshole and he was losing his mind. You smelled so fucking good. Every bit of you was delicious and sweet-smelling.
You kept a hand stroking along Harry’s shaft as you continued working your jaw wider to take more of him. Soon, you had to remove your hand because you were getting him deeper into your mouth and even in your throat. The interesting thing was that you could feel him hit the back of your throat and you’d quickly pull back, fully expecting to be gagged but you didn’t. So you became a little braver and went further down. You felt his tip glide down your throat a bit and it felt funny and tickled, making you swallow around him and in turn Harry bucked up into your mouth, causing him to get deeper yet. You weren’t expecting it, but it wasn’t bad. You pulled off and took a deep breath of air and could see how shiny and pretty his cock was. A very pretty thing that you would like to have inside of your pussy soon. You knew he could make your first time feel good. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. As you lowered yourself down again, sucking your cheeks in as you went down you brought a hand over his balls. You’d wanted to touch them, and in this angle they were right in your sightline. You brushed your fingers over him and Harry gasped, stopping the movement of his lips on you.
“Fuck, Y/n. You’re really good at that. You sure you haven’t done this before?” He was breathless and you pulled your mouth off of him and noticed his dick twitching in your hand. It made you smile.
“Promise. You’re my first Harry. And I really like it,” You turned so you could see Harry. His face was shiny and he looked very content. “Your dick tastes really good to me. I didn’t know they tasted good. Can’t wait for your come.”
Harry’s jaw went slack and he twitched again at your words and when you took him in your mouth again you went nearly all the way down his whole shaft this time, you hands stroking over his balls again.
Harry attempted to lick over you and focus on your clit but the way you were sucking him off was so good, so precise, he was being tipped over quickly. He gasped as he licked and sucked over you but his orgasm was approaching fast and his focus on your cunt was getting interrupted by your natural skill.
You could tell Harry was feeling good. His whimpers and the way he had to keep stopping his motions. This was what you wanted. To make him feel good. Show him you could be so good for him, make him want to keep you around. You didn’t want him thinking about any woman he’d ever been with before you. All those women with more experience than you, you were determined to be better, the best. For him. You flattened your tongue along his shaft as you brought him deep into your mouth and down your throat until finally your nose hit the base and very top of his balls.
Harry knew it, with confidence, you weren’t a human. He’d never had a mortal take him all the way before. Never. In all of his time. But you had just had your nose buried into his balls. He groaned and began to quiver as he felt himself tighten at the impending orgasm. Your little squeezes and strokes over his balls, moans over his cock and the way you took him so deep, he was done for.
He tried to hold off, and it was embarrassing that you had him coming before he could make you come. Another first for him.
When you felt him pour into your mouth, you bobbed up and down and swallowed as much of him as you could. It tasted good. You loved his flavor. You continued sucking on him until he was done moaning and his hips were stilled. You didn’t mind having his cock all the way down your throat. Sure it blocked off some of your air, and it tickled you a bit, but it wasn’t as bad as you’d heard it described. In fact, you’d say it was fun and you’d do it again and again without question if you could draw that kind of response from Harry.
Harry was at the end of recovering from his sudden orgasm as he smacked your bottom with both palms. You jumped and laughed and turned to look at him.
“Lie down on your back. I’ll finish you off now.” Harry sat up as you moved off him. He was astonished at what you’d done to him. You put his head-game almost to shame and you were a newbie. He was coming as fast as a mortal man when you were involved. It was a tiny bit embarrassing.
When Harry settled in between your thighs you looked down at him with hungry eyes as you licked your lips, waiting for Harry to finish you off, as he put it.
Harry kept his eyes on your yours as he plunged two fingers into your entrance. Your lips parted and panted heavily at the feel.
“Feels good?” He began stroking your walls with the pads of his fingers.
You nodded, “Yeah…” you whined softly.
He moved his fingers in and out, curling them just right and kept watch of your features. He pulled his fingers out and then reinserted three. You kept nodding at him as you watched him fuck you with his fingers. It was so salacious, so dirty, the way his fingers were shiny and slippery with your arousal coating them, the noise that your pussy made when his fingers were being thrust into it, the small breaths and pant you both were releasing…
“Just imagine my cock doing this to you. Mmmm… it’ll feel so good, Y/n.” He placed his thumb over your clit and you breathed out a little moan.
“Yeah? See, I know what you like. I can take very good care you. I’ll make you come every time. And when you feel my cock inside of your little wet pussy, you’re gonna wonder why you waited so long. It’s gonna feel so fucking good. Having my mouth and my fingers on you feels good too, I know, but having me inside of you, our bodies connected, there’s nothing quite like it.” He dipped down to encase your clit with his mouth and sucked.
You keened and threw your head back into the pillow. Harry’s dirty words and the feel of his thick fingers inside of you and his mouth on you had your insides boiling. You grasped his hair and spread yourself further. He licked and slurped at you in diligent strokes, his fingers stretching you just a tiny bit, the third added enough girth to get the gist of what it might feel like to have a penis inside of you.
“Oh god… Harry, oooohhh…” your chest was rising and falling rapidly when Harry removed his mouth from you again and put his thumb over your clit, replacing his mouth.
“Want to hear you. Tell me how good it is, Y/n. I need to hear you say it. Tell I’m good for you, baby.” He licked back over you and watched your face as your moans just got louder.
“Fffuuck! So, good Harry! You’re so good for me!” You didn’t realize you’d said the word fuck when it came out. You were too lost in the feelings Harry was drawing out of you, both physical and emotional. It was a lot. You were feeling many things, but mostly you felt your orgasm driving through your body as Harry’s tongue flicked your clit.
With a sharp gasp you felt yourself come. Harry kept his fingers at work inside of you as his other hand held your hip and his tongue kept up the fast gliding over your clitoris.
You cried out his name and threw your head back. You could imagine what it might feel like to have him inside of you. You pulsed around Harry’s fingers imagining you were squeezing around his cock and he was filling you so full that you could feel every inch of him inside of you.
Just the image it created in your mind made everything feel so fiery. It crackled through your body and it made you feel powerful. Powerful. Like you could just speak the word stop and time would stop. You popped your eyes open and sat up, panting as Harry sat up and smirked at you. Your expression matched his but something else happened in that moment, besides your orgasm. Your sudden realization.
“It was me. I did it.” You looked at Harry with excitement.
He wasn’t quite following, “You did it? Like, you came?”
You shook your head and scooted back, “No! I mean, I made time stop and start again. All I had to do was say stop. I kind of want to do it again. Just to see.” You were still breathing hard.
Harry didn’t know what to do or say. He wasn’t allowed to let you in on anything important so he’d have to play dumb. But he also didn’t want you to be testing your powers and playing around without understanding how to control them. Things could go wrong easily.
“I mean, yeah, but if you do then I’m just gonna be sat here, dick out, while you get to have your way with me. What if I don’t trust you?” He thought maybe being funny about it would distract you a little. He hoped.
You laughed, “Are you worried I’m gonna mess with you? What if I just stop time around us? Like, somehow maybe if I hold onto you or something you’ll be with me and we’ll see it together. And, if it does affect you, I’ll just restart time again right away. Please Harry. I just wanna see.”
You were already feeling the rush that could be experienced when you felt your own powers, especially for the first time. It felt addicting and, well powerful. That feeling is unlike anything and it’s hard to beat. An orgasm is a great example of how utterly mind-blowing the feeling of power is.
Harry knew you weren’t going to listen to him. It didn’t matter what he said, and even if he told you what he knew, which he was directed to not do, you would probably still do it anyway. So, it was no use for him to tell you anything. Playing dumb for now was his best bet.
“Okay. Well, just be careful. It seems like playing with something that maybe we’re not meant to.” Harry had to try one last time, a hopeful plea of the possibility of danger or alluding to what you might think of as evil.
You clapped your hands together in a quick clap before reaching out to Harry and grabbing his hands, “Okay. Now, keep your eyes on mine. Let’s see if I can do it again but maybe this time you can see it with me. Here we go.” You took a deep breath and Harry did the same. He was nervous, he could admit that.
With your eyes on his light green ones and his hands in yours, you spoke to time, almost imagining it like it was its own being, “Stop!”
Harry blinked and you looked around the room. Nothing seemed different but you jumped off the bed and went to Harry’s window. He followed you, scrambling out of the bed behind you.
He peered over your head out the window and to his fucking astonishment, you’d stopped time again, but only now, you’d brought him with you. Without even being trained to do so. Harry wasn’t even sure he could bring someone with him were he to stop time. He might with a few tries. But you made it seem easy.
You turned around to Harry and hopped up and down, throwing your arms around neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Harry laughed into your mouth and you grabbed his hand and then pulled him with you to run down the stairs, through his living room and out his front door. You were both completely naked, still a bit wet even, pink faces and messed up hair, but you didn’t seem to care.
Harry didn’t mind, but he was, once again, surprised that you didn’t either.
“Harry! See?! I did this. Oh my god!!” You let go of Harry’s hand and you ran to the edge of the street. There were only a couple of people out in their yards but they were both stopped mid action. The exhaust from the vehicle that was down the street was even suspended in motion. You laughed and shouted down the street and Harry just watched as you exulted in the result of your newfound ability.
You turned and ran back to Harry and grabbed his hand, dragging him back inside and when Harry closed the door behind him you pushed him against the door and smashed your lips into his. Harry wrapped his arms around you and laughed as you kissed over his face and down his neck. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with you.
You tilted your head back to look at Harry, you practically looked deranged, and Harry loved it, “I think we should put it back now. I don’t want to mess up anything. Like, balance or something. But you believe me now.”
Harry pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, “I believed you the first time.”
You smiled and stood on your tip toes and kissed him again before taking his hands, “Keep looking into my eyes.” Harry kept his eyes on yours and you smiled, “Go!”
You looked around and then cracked the door open to peek out, the neighbor was back in motion, the car down the street was no longer in view. You closed the door and turned back to Harry .
He was smiling at you and shaking his head. You were like a kid in a candy shop.
You did it. It wasn’t God. You never even called on him. This was yours. With a mischievous grin on your face you spoke, “I wonder what else I can do.”
Part 9
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Summary: You are feeling very close to Harry and he's just about got you convinced to do anything but have sex (to his dismay), and when Harry meets with Danny, a demon-teacher, he gets news about you that he doesn't want to hear.
Warning: This is dark!harry content and Harry's a demon so beware before reading on - check out all warnings in the TFMI masterlist. This post contains: SMUT (not sex), some bad news for Harry (things aren’t going his way)
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You felt like you were going mad a little. Certain things in life just no longer mattered much to you the way they used to. Ever since meeting Harry you felt different somehow and changed. Your life before Harry was simple and predictable. Which you didn’t mind. But now, things are different, not hard, but no longer easy, and certainly you can’t predict anything anymore. You don’t know what the day will bring and you don’t know why.
You also feel strangely free. Like you’ve broken out of some kind of spell, like your eyes are opened. Everything has been confusing, but at the same time it's all starting to make sense now. You can’t explain it and you aren’t inclined to try and do so. For the first time in your life you don’t feel like making sense of things and explaining things is a waste of breath. For example, Harry’s tattoos and his dick. You dreamt those things, right? How can he appear in real-life just as he did in your dream? You suddenly feel as if that answer doesn’t matter where before Harry, if that had happened to you, it would be a crisis.
When the morning light slowly drizzles into Harry’s bedroom you stretch and feel as if you hadn’t slept a wink, but you feel fine. You feel rested. Harry turns his head and smiles at you. His hair is a mess on his head and he draws you into his chest, pulling you across the mattress into him. You feel like you’ve been in a waking coma or some kind of trance where you were aware, yet not aware for hours and now that it’s morning your awareness is peeked again.
“How’d you sleep?” Harry speaks into your ear and you snuggle closer into his warm body and his pleasant scent.
“I don’t know. It kind of feels like I didn’t sleep. But I feel well rested. I mean, I’m sure I slept, but it just feels like I was awake all night and just lying here. How about you?”
Harry takes in your information, and it makes him furrow his brow. He didn’t know yet, what you were, but this was more fodder for his concerns. Especially because he’d seen you sleeping before. He knows you can sleep. Demons do not need it and can use rest, but sleep is unnecessary. Everything you say and do, Harry scrutinizes because he’s curious about your origin. But your answer sounds just like an answer he’d give if he were being honest.
“Slept like a baby. Probably because you were in my bed all night. S’nice having you here.” He didn’t sleep of course. He stayed in bed next to you and used the time to think and consider and plot. As usual. He had been tempted to get up and do a few things in the middle of the night but he didn’t want to leave your side, or your scent. He just likes being around you.
Harry starts to gently smooth his palm over your back and he nudges his nose into yours. He wants so badly to have sex with you. Slip his big cock into your warm, flavorful little hole and fuck an orgasm out of you. Harry can’t help it when his prick thickens up and you can feel him against your thigh.
“Harry!” You laugh and you nudge your nose to his, wanting a kiss. Harry was so sensual and so sexy, just a man like none you’ve ever encountered.
Soon your lips and Harry’s lips were slowly pressing together and parting as your kiss began to deepen. It took almost no time for you to feel aroused. Everything about Harry was arousing. You even liked his big dick pressed against you and you let your thigh push into him a bit, causing Harry to rut into you gently.
“I want to have sex with you so bad, Y/n. I’ve never wanted to have sex so bad in my life…” Harry moaned into your mouth.
You giggled and shook your head, “I’d like to wait until marriage before having sex.”
Harry paused the gentle rocking of his hips into your thigh, “Why is that?” He knew the answer.
“Because… it’s sinful to have sex outside of marriage and plus my parents would hate it.” You laugh and keep your eyes on Harry. He’s so beautiful.
“Well, first of all, we wouldn't be sharing with your parents that we're having sex. And secondly, isn't giving a blow job and letting someone eat you out just as intimate as having sex? To me, it’s almost more intimate.” Harry needs to move your little preconceived notions about sex and marriage and religion down the road to a place of understanding and change your mind quickly. He’s going to have to call for Tamie (or someone) again soon if you can’t give him what he wants.
“Sex is different. I could get pregnant. It’s meant to be a way for a man to get a woman pregnant. That’s what the Bible says. Right? Do you believe in God, Harry?” You put your palm over Harry’s chest.
“Mmm… yes. I do very much believe in God. But I don’t think that God made us so that we’d wait until marriage. I think that’s just a social construct that old men in Christian settings came up with to keep women from doing something they deemed impure. I don’t think God actually cares if people have sex outside of marriage.”
“But the Bible says that sex should be for marriage. Right? Do you read the Bible?” You were curious about Harry’s beliefs. You still didn’t know much about him.
Harry smiled and nearly rolled his eyes, “Know it like the back of my hand, but honestly? I don’t believe a single word of it. Was written by humans, many of whom never even met Jesus and it’s mostly a collection of passed down stories, some true, some not, told by mouth over thousands of years and somehow all gathered into a single book that went through endless translations and versions to what we see now. Even still, with multiple versions and translations with different meanings.”
You frowned. You hadn’t thought of it that way. You knew there were many versions and translations of the Bible but the idea that they would all differ in meaning hadn’t occurred to you. Though, you didn’t want to argue. Harry had a very clear opinion on the matter and you wanted to know other things about him.
“How old are you, Harry?” Harry cross necklace hung over his pecs and you lifted it in your fingers, feeling the warmth from begin pressed against his skin.
Harry had planned on what he’d tell you and he knew he couldn’t say he was too young because that might raise more questions, “30. How old are you?” He knew your age.
“23. You’re older than me. Wow. I didn’t realize. What’s your birthday?” You were surprised he was seven years older than you. You figured he was older than you but you didn’t realize it was that much (if only you knew his real age). Not that that would stop you from dating him. He was too interesting and attractive for you to mind it too much.
Harry breathed out a laugh through his nose, “February 1st. And you?” He really wanted to bring the conversation back to sex, see if he could convince you to take his cock, but he knew it wasn’t happening. Not today anyway.
“December 25th. Christmas Day.” You giggled. It was always fun to see people’s reaction to your birthday.
In Harry’s mind though, December 25th isn’t Christmas. It’s Sol Invictus. A holiday celebrated by the kingdom of hell to usher in the winter solstice. Not quite the same thing that Christians celebrate.
Harry chuckled, “Wow. That’s very interesting. You’re quite special aren’t you, Y/n?” Harry looked back down at your soft lips and he wanted so badly to consume you whole. You smelled so good and looked so yummy.
“No. Of course not. It’s just another day really.”
Harry knew this conversation was going nowhere important so he wanted to redirect you a bit. “You’re very important. Very special. Kiss me, please?”
You let out a small laugh and smoothed your hands up over Harry’s shoulders and he rolled onto his back, bringing you with him so you were lying on top of him. You adjusted yourself and then Harry drew you down to him so your lips could meet. Kissing Harry made you feel like another person. It made you feel like you were a sexual being and it made you want to have sex outside of marriage. But you wouldn’t, of course. You’d heard before of the feelings of people wanting to sin but holding back. With Harry you were experiencing that. Never with Miguel, though you barely let him kiss you.
You licked over Harry’s tongue and spread your legs a bit, effectively causing your centers to press together. Harry’s penis was thick and hard under you and it drew blood to your pussy and made you yearn for satisfaction. Your heart rate increased and Harry moved his hands from your hips to your bottom. You were wearing only your panties and a t-shirt that Harry let you borrow. And Harry was only in sweatpants and his bulge was stiff and felt good under you.
You rolled yourself into him very delicately and panted at the feel. Harry pressed you down over him harder and he rocked up toward you. You could feel him guiding you gently up and down on him.
Harry used you a bit to rub over himself. It helped with his ache a little. He fucking wanted to just take you and make you his. God if he wasn’t so stubborn he could have just fucked you already.
When you felt yourself wet in your panties and your clit was being rubbed over perfectly you began moving your hips with more purpose. Harry helped with his hands at your ass but he noted you were taking the initiative to get yourself off by rubbing your pussy on him.
“Let’s take off our bottoms. You can rub over me like that? It’ll feel really good. No sex, just like being closer to you.” Harry was panting his words.
You lifted your hips and quickly brought your panties off. Harry had his lips on you last night, surely it wouldn’t be too bad to have his penis near your pussy. As long as it didn’t go in.
Harry pulled his sweats down just enough and pulled you back over him. You were sitting up a little now, palms at his chest.
“Now, just glide over me. You’re all wet so it’ll feel good for both of us.” Harry held your hips and you began to slip up and down with your labia encasing Harry’s cock, sliding up and down his shaft. You looked down to see his pink tip and how your naked pussy wet him all over with each pass up his long dick. And it did feel good. Harry was warm and wide under you and his cock was easy to slip up and down over. Your clit was being pressed into as well and you picked up your speed a little.
Harry brought a hand from your hip and balled up the front of the t-shirt you were wearing, “Take this off.” He said.
You stopped the movement of your hips and swiftly pulled the shirt off over your head. With your breasts out Harry reached up and palmed over them and you continued slicking yourself over Harry’s long shaft.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” Harry speaks with his eyes on yours and you nod at his words, “Just imagine how it’ll feel when I’m inside of you. So much better than this. You’ll come so hard and I’ll fill you to the brim with my come til you’re dripping. I just know you’ll like it. I know you’ll be so warm and tight and you’ll make me come so fast.”
You closed your eyes. You were conflicted by what he said. Still, ever the good Christian girl, you wanted to wait for marriage, but you also wanted to know what it felt like to have a penis inside of you. Fingers felt good, a penis would probably feel good. It made you hot and you felt yourself clench as you continued smoothing yourself over Harry.
And Harry was sure he wouldn’t be able to come like this, but your intoxicating arousal coating his cock made him tingle and the scent was so delicious he felt delirious. He was surprised by the way he felt with you, so sensitive and so needy. It’s like you were the one seducing him. He could probably come like this. He knew he could. You felt so good on him.
Both of your small moans and pants were hyphenated by the sound of how wet you were over Harry. You pushed your guilt down in favor of your pleasure and when you felt Harry tenderly pinch your nipples between his fingers you gasped and opened your eyes to look at him in warning. His smirk was cocky but he was so hot and maybe there was a little bit of you that enjoyed the feel of having your nipples smushed together between each of Harrys thumbs and index fingers.
With your eyes set on his, Harry did it again, a little harder and you keened, rocking yourself down over Harry with more force. “Fuuhhh…” you breathed out. Nearly sputtering a word you didn’t like saying. It hurt, the pinch, but then you smiled and Harry squeezed each of your breasts under his palms and bucked up toward you slowly.
“Oh my god, Harry…” you panted the words and closed your eyes. It was so good. Harry felt so good and you’d let him do almost anything to you, except the one thing he really wanted the most.
“Mmm… love hearing you say my name,” right next to god’s name, he thought that part to himself, “you feel so good like this, Y/n. I’m just imagining I’m inside of you right now. And you’re fucking yourself on my cock…” Harry breathed out a shaky breath. He was imagining it too. What it would feel like to finally be inside of you.
The image Harry gave you with his words had your mouth dropping open. Fucking myself on his cock, you thought to yourself. It sounded so hot. You felt the twisting and the sparkling of your orgasm as you increased the sway of your hips.
“Yes, Harry. Oh my…” you felt embarrassed to say it, that it sounded really good, the idea of having him inside of you, but Harry understood your sentiment. Harry’s own orgasm was slowly starting to spike through his organ. He could feel how close he was already. It worried him a little that when he did finally have access to your pussy like he wanted, that he wasn’t going to last long. It was unusual for him to be brought to the edge so fast.
“Y/n,” Harry brought his hands down to your hips to still your movements. You looked down to him in question, “Climb up here, sit on my face so I can eat you out. Want you to come on my face.”
You didn’t make a move. You shook your head. How embarrassing to sit on his face. You couldn’t possibly.
“I don’t know. I’ve never…” you looked down at Harry and his brows were raised at you.
“I know you’ve never. But I want to show you how good it’ll feel. Come on. I want a taste.” Harry nudged your hips and tried pulling you up but you resisted.
“No! I don’t know! That’s embarrassing! I can’t, Harry!” You blushed and shook your head.
Harry chuckled and licked his lips in anticipation of licking you up, “You can. And it’s not embarrassing. It’s hot as fuck. I’ve already had my face in between your legs and my tongue all over your pussy. Come on, baby. I need to eat.”
You let out a small laugh and couldn’t shake how embarrassed you felt. You leaned forward and then suddenly Harry, with a tight grip at your hips, lifted you up and brought your cunt to his mouth. You let out a startled yelp and tried to steady yourself before gripping onto the headboard behind Harry. You were surprised by how strong he was and how he was just able to lift you like that.
“Harry!!” You squeaked out when you felt his mouth at your pussy. He began licking into you and sucking right away and it shut you up as soon as you felt how nice it was. You still felt embarrassed about being in this position but you gave yourself over to him once again when you realized he didn’t care and could see how much he really wanted it.
You started breathing heavy and you looked down at him with his face smushed between your thighs. His top lip was all that could be seen of his mouth when he slid you up and down on his face, his nose poking at your clit each time you were moved upward.
Harry just needed to taste you. He was so hungry to have you in his mouth. Even though he was about to come with your cunt over his cock, he missed having you come in his mouth and having you the night before was nearly too much for him and he was obsessed. He needed more.
He was feeling pleasure course through his veins at your whimpers and gasps. His own cock was twitching in need. He felt his balls tighten when you grasped onto his hair and began writhing over his face. Your orgasm was about to unleash and Harry could feel you shaking. He had a tight hold on your thighs as he lapped and sucked away and to his total shock, he felt he was about to come as well. The taste and smell of you and the sounds you made went through his body and just as you moaned his name and began coming on his tongue, he started spurting ropes of come over his tummy and on his chest.
He moaned deeply into your cunt and squeezed his eyes closed when his sperm discharged from his tip and coated his abs and pecs. Your soft moans and your gushing orgasm were all he needed to orgasm himself, and he was in awe. That had never happened to him before. He was a sex demon, an incubus, after all. He was not easy to get off. He was known for being able to last and it made him a good lover to most. But you, you had him coming without even touching his prick.
You scooted yourself down Harry’s body and laid over him, and that’s when you felt how wet his chest was. You lifted your head and looked down between your body and his.
Harry laughed, “You made me come all over myself you taste so good. Fuck, Y/n. Never happened to me before.”
You both laughed a little and you were still feeling high and drifty from your orgasm when Harry led you to his bathroom to clean up. You were both a mess. Harry insisted on a quick shower together, and even though you were literally sitting on Harry’s face just minutes before you still felt shy about showering with him.
“You are so fucking cute. What am I gonna do with you? Hmm? I just ate you out while you pulled the ever-loving shit out of my hair when you came on my face and you don’t want me to see you naked in the shower? Come on, honey. Don’t be shy with me. I mean, look at me?! I have come allover myself – like a teenager who couldn’t help himself. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be me.” Harry tickled your ribs and you jumped and swatted his hands away.
You relented, as you tend to do with Harry and the shower was quick and even though you felt embarrassed by Harry’s ogling, you found yourself more pleased than anything. You were pleased at how much he seemed to like you and all the compliments he’d give you. You were also pleased that such a beautiful specimen of a man was yours and he was ogling you.
With reluctancy, you had to leave. Your parents needed some help with pre-Sunday set up, where you’d print the bulletins and fold them and get them ready for Sunday morning. Many of your Saturdays were wasted doing this for your parents. And normally you didn’t mind, but today, you would have much rather stayed with Harry.
He dropped you off at your car at the bar where it was left the night before and you saw a note attached under your windshield wiper. Harry walked you to your car and with his inquisitive nature and need for control he plucked up the note before you could so he could read it first.
He read over the contents and then handed it to you. It was from Marianna.
Please don’t tell me you went home with him. Text me when you get this. Curious to know if I hear from you tonight or tomorrow. I'll know. M
You rolled your eyes and sighed, looking up at Harry who couldn’t stop grinning down at you. He took the note from your hand and crumpled it up and tossed it on the ground.
“Takes care of that problem. You’ll just say you never saw it. She’ll never know. You don’t have to tell her.” He pulled you in and pinched your sides as you reached your arms over his shoulders. You were feeling so much more comfortable with Harry, every moment you spent together was nice and it made you feel special.
You nodded, “You’re right. I don’t have to tell her. I won’t. I’ll just play dumb.”
Harry leaned down and kissed your lips and then stood up straight, “Good girl. You’ll learn how to trick everyone soon enough.” He laughed and kept you close but you nudged at him.
“I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow at church?” You wished that Harry could come with you or that you could see him again but you didn’t want to overwhelm him or seem desperate. You wanted to act cool and unbothered, but the truth was that you really liked Harry’s presence and his scent and his voice and the way he looked at you. You’d never felt the way you do with Harry and it was probably your favorite feeling ever.
“Yes. I’ll be there.” Harry planned to see you later tonight of course, like the stalker he’s become since meeting you. He needed to meet with Danny, first. He’d been putting it off, but now that he could use the demon’s help (in perhaps figuring out a way to make you fall in love with Harry faster) he was more interested in keeping the appointment.
Danny suggested meeting at bar in Pandemonium. Harry wasn’t always keen on going into Hell for meetings and it’s part of why he’s held off from meeting with Danny for so long. But Danny didn’t like stepping into mortal territory if he didn’t have to (unless a human summoned him and offered him something he wanted) and he knew that his knowledge and abilities were priceless and so demons needing him would go to him.
And that was true. Harry needed him. Danny wasn’t just a teacher, he had the ability to adjust and completely change the thinking of just about any creature. And Harry wanted to know if he could somehow gain the knowledge to do this with you. Or at least push you in the right direction a little faster.
Harry entered and settled in at the bar. He knew that as soon as he arrived, Danny would know and only be moments from appearing himself. See, Danny knows the thoughts of everyone. That made Harry a little nervous to be honest. What would Danny say of Harry’s obsession with you? He surely already knew.
Just like Harry imagined, Danny appeared and sat next to Harry with a heavy clap on Harry’s back, “Harry! My brother, how are you?”
Harry smiled at Danny and nodded, “I’m well. How are you, Danny?”
Danny let out a dark laugh and sniffed his nose, “I’m fine. But you, are not. You’re in limbo and you’re suffering. Tell me about Y/n.”
Harry remembered why he didn’t like meeting with Danny. Nothing was a secret to the demon. They hadn’t even begun and Danny was already in his brain, picking it apart.
“She’s probably not a human, or at least not a full one. There are things that are concerning but I am determined to make her carry my heir.”
Danny raised his brows and cocked a broad smile over his face and waved at the bartender, “Two glasses of Johnnie Walker Blue, neat.”
Turning towards Harry he looked down at his lips and then back up to his eyes, “You’re practically in love with the girl. Can smell her on your lips. Fuck. Never thought I’d see it. But she’s trouble. I don’t know if you can overcome it.”
Harry scoffed and licked his lips, “Not in love. I do find myself drawn to her, though. I know I can overcome it. I’m so close to getting her to give in to me.”
Danny smiled and nodded in condescension, “Right. Well, I can tell you that she’s not a mere human. I don’t know what she is because she herself doesn’t even know. Isn’t aware of it. But I can tell you that having her give in to you is one thing, but it’s quite another to have another demon or angel carry your heir. Do you understand the consequences of that? The responsibility?”
Harry sighed. Sometimes Danny was a dick, he was too smart and usually assumed others didn’t know much of anything and it grated Harry, “Of course I understand. I’m not a dolt. It will be a lot of power and the responsibility is something I can handle. But I’m…” Harry is cut off by the bartender handing each gentleman their drink.
Danny takes the opportunity to speak, “I can tell that you think you can handle it. But I don’t believe you can. She’s changing fast and I have a feeling her power is going to outweigh yours by leaps and bounds. When she finds out what she is, and she will because now that you’re creeping around her your power is rubbing off on her and she’s picking it all up, her spirit is absorbing everything and she’s growing aware and soon, she’ll realize her options are unlimited. I don’t think you understand the levity.”
Harry takes a sip and feels his heartrate pick up. He’s quite angry at what Danny is telling him and it can’t be true. You’re so sweet and so easy. There’s no way what he’s saying is right. Danny doesn’t know you.
“I think you’re wrong about this, Danny. I think I can make her mine.” Harry sips his whiskey.
Danny laughs, “Oh now you want her to be yours? I thought your duty was to just impregnant? I told you; you are in too deep. Her own powers, even though suppressed, are already altering your ability to think clearly. She’s more powerful than you, Harry. Even without understanding what she is, you’ve already practically become her slave.”
Harry looks around the bar. He’s ready to leave. He’s not going to listen to this bullshit. You’re his and he’s going to see to it that you stay that way. Perhaps Danny cannot help him in his quest after all.
“I came here to find out if there was anything I could do to convince her to fall in love with me. Are you able to help me with that or not?” Harry spits out.
Danny remains calm and slowly sips his whisky. He places it down carefully on the coaster and looks back to Harry, “I can’t help you with that. Soon, she’s not going to be affected by your spells or powers at all. She’s not like you, Harry. You’re kind of a basic demon. Sure, you've got swagger, and you’re smart and handsome and…”
“Fuck off with that, Danny. If you can’t help me then I don’t need to be here.” Harry makes a move to stand but Danny overpowers him and stops Harry from getting off his stool.
With Danny’s palm wrapped around Harry’s forearm, the demon suddenly takes on your own form, he appears as you do to Harry and it softens Harry for a moment, causing him to stop in his tracks. Then Danny laughs and returns back to his male form, “You should hear me, Harry. She’s making you weak. You’ve already been put under her spell, and she doesn’t even fucking know she’s able to do such a thing. If you continue on the path you’re taking I can’t tell you how it will turn out. I can’t read the future, but the present is telling. And this isn’t going to turn out how you expect.”
"I'm going to continue as planned but thank you for the advice." Harry clenches his jaw and seethes to himself as he gets up from the stool.
"Oh, and Harry?" Danny grasps Harry's wrist gently as Harry turns to look at the demon, "Call on me when you don't get what you need from her. Happy to assist whenever. I can't give you an heir, but I can make you feel good. You'll just need to come down here to get it, though." Danny smirks and then lets his eyes cascade down over Harry's frame and then back up.
Harry's brows raise as he keeps his eyes on Danny in slight surprise. He hadn't expected Danny to make such an offer, but it's certainly not out of the realm of possibility now that it's on the table, Harry thinks to himself. Perhaps Danny would do if Tamie is unavailable, but he still has a couple more days before it becomes necessary.
It was not what Harry wanted to hear. Danny was a wealth of knowledge and his wisdom was sought after but Harry deemed his information to be wrong. He couldn’t be right. How could it be that you were a powerful demon or angel, or whatever you were? And all this time you never knew or had an inkling of anything? He just didn’t think it was possible. And if you were, then he would find a way. You would be his no matter what. He was only more determined.
He needed to be around you again so he found his way to where you were. You and your parents were still at the church but it looked as if you were just about finished with everything when he arrived.
He walked behind you to see you packing pamphlets in a box and you were suddenly startled and turned to see Harry.
“Harry?!” Your eyes were wide and you had a look of shock on your face.
Harry also had a look of shock on his own face. Because he was supposed to under a veil of invisibility, but you could see him and you were making direct eye contact with him.
“Uhh… hi? Sorry, I was coming here to, um… see if I could fill out that form for the, uh, conference, but I should have let you know. Or I could have just waited til tomorrow…” Harry was stunned as he released the invisibility veil. He didn’t want your parents to be alarmed when you were speaking to someone invisible that only you could see.
You were happy to see Harry, just surprised, “Oh… yeah. Well, let’s do it tomorrow. We’re about to leave and get dinner. Um… sorry.”
Harry shook his head, glad that he had come up with something at the last second to explain his presence, even if it was a terrible excuse, “No! Don’t be sorry. I was just in the area, really, and saw your car here still and thought I’d just see. But tomorrow! Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You smiled warmly at him and looked around to make sure no one saw as you leaned up to your tip toes and kissed his cheek, “Yeah. Tomorrow, Harry.”
Part 8*
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