Just a Taste
Author’s Note: So alongside with the Christmas imagines I also plan to continue writing smut because I'm a sinner and that's just how life goes. Anyways this was specifically needed for my mother aka Kat @carpe-styles and I will always come through for my mother so shout out to her for supporting this sin, love you, mom. Anyways here it is… I hope yall survive because I'm probably gonna die after I post this. This part 1, Part 2 will be up soon.
Warnings: a smutty build up
Song Inspo: Often by The Weeknd
They had been in there for over an hour by now. The situation was awkward enough as is, but the fact that as soon as you arrived home Harry dragged Niall into your shared bedroom and locked the door behind him only made it all the worse.
It was a normal day, you Harry and Niall had gotten together to celebrate Harry opening for the Victoria's Secret Show and Niall's recent AMA win for best new artist. In the 5 years, you had been with Harry it wasn't uncommon for the three of you to go out and party, you were just as close to Niall as Harry was. But tonight things went left, to say these least.
At the club, you and the boys were placed in the VIP section - automatic bottle service and the perfect amount of privacy. After a few shots, it was needless to say that you had gotten yourself a little bit tipsy. Harry left you alone to dance as he went to go talk to his other friend, and of course in your drunken state you didn't mind.
And after that everything happened in what seemed to be a blink of an eye, the next time you saw Harry you also saw Niall. Harry had grabbed Niall by his shirt pushing up against the wall, screaming at him to stay away from you. You had no idea what had happened but you attempted to break up the fight, separating the two boys leaving Niall one end of your hand smirking devilishly at Harry and Harry on the other glaring him down. The fun quickly ended after that, but despite the altercation at the club, Harry had invited Niall back to your house. Before you could get a word out Harry grabbed Niall by the arm and pulled him upstairs glancing back at you with dark green eyes his glare speaking for him, you settled back down on the couch keeping your mouth shut and your thoughts hushed.
You were growing impatient. You had done everything possible to pass the time: take off your heels, give yourself a mini foot massage, fixed your hair, chewed gum, drank some water, ate a kiwi. You wanted to know what the hell was going up there and why they had gotten into a fight at the club. You put in your mind that if you didn't hear back from them in the next 15 minutes that you were gonna make it your business to go up there and demand answers.
“Come here Peaches”, you heard Harry call your name from your bedroom but it didn't fully register.
He only ever called you Peaches when he was extremely sexually frustrated and it was just the two of you. As your relationship with Harry continued to evolve you had become more and more open to different things in bed, but something that always stuck was your shared kink for pet names. The names Peaches made your thighs clench together and memories flash through your mind, you didn't hesitate to rise from your spot on the couch and make your way to the bedroom.
When you entered the room you saw both boys sitting at the foot of the bed, all kinds of anger seemed to have diminished but something still seemed off in the mood.
Harry’s eyes hadn't lightened up in the slightest they, in fact, seemed to be darker than they were before. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap, Peaches”, he patted his thigh softly. You glanced at Niall then back to Harry, but Harry said nothing more just simply patted his thigh again and nodded his head. You did as you were told sat down on Harry’s lap with your back against his chest.
“May...May I speak”, you stuttered. Even though you were unaware of what exactly had gotten Harry So mad you knew you were walking on thin ice and all it took was one slip up and you knew you would be able to feel the consequences come tomorrow morning.
“Of course baby girl”
“Am...I in trouble”
“I’m afraid so baby girl, you know I don't like to share. But you seem to have created quite the ….problem for Niall and me”
To share. Now you were truly confused, you didn't remember do anything to have Harry and Niall at odds, let alone to make Harry feel the need to share you.
“Yeh knows you're quite the tease (Y/N), wasn't expecting all that from you tonight. Ya really have some nice hips on yeh”, Niall smirked which caused Harry’s head to snap in his direction as he protectively wrapped his arms tighter around you.
“See the problem Peach”, his hands moved to your shoulders slowly pulling down the loose spaghetti straps of your dress, the coolness of his rings and his deep voice causing your tremble at his touch.
“Now normally I’m not too keen on sharing”, you let out a small moan as Harry kissed slowly down your spine all the while unzipping the back of your dress. “But I think it fair to give Niall just a taste, yeah? Let him know what's mine?”
You had no idea how to react the whole ordeal had you completely in shock. As much as you wanted to run away and hide in a corner, you couldn't ignore the small pool of wetness that had gathered in your panties hearing Niall talk about you that way.
You turned to Niall as he scooted over closer to you and Harry, his warms hands caressing the inside of your thighs running dangerously close to your heat. Your breathing grew heavier as he began to place sloppy kiss down your shoulders, “Just a taste sweetheart, yeah?”
You glanced over one more time at Harry, looking for any signs of disapproval or regret but he was preoccupied. He hooked his fingers around your panties, slipping them down until they pooled at the bottom of your feet and parting your legs apart.
You let out one more shaky breath before nodding your head, “Just a taste”.