in which your husband and Harry’s wife dragged you both into a situation you didn’t want to be in, but as it turns out, everything happens for a reason
in which your husband and Harry’s wife dragged you both into a situation you didn’t want to be in, but as it turns out, everything happens for a reason
Harry didn’t have the heart to leave the bed the following morning and risk waking Y/N up. He’d checked his phone, it was a reasonable hour, more than reasonable in fact. It was close to 12 and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept in this late. He couldn’t remember exactly what time they went to bed either but it must’ve been past 1am. Even so, he’d surely slept well beyond his usual 6-7 hours on a good day. Recently though, he’d had trouble sleeping. Unsurprisingly so, it coincided to when this whole mess had started.
Y/N was sound asleep, still. She’d snuggled up close to his side in her sleep and he was happy for it; she looked serene, content, her face free from the sad look in her eyes he’s always seen her sporting. Harry would’ve kicked himself if he woke her up.
However, there was a situation he needed to take care of.
Something that hadn’t occurred since before this whole mess.
Huh.
In any case, seeing as he was just in his boxers he couldn’t risk her seeing and getting the wrong idea. He didn’t exactly know what that meant even, but he supposed he just didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, in any way.
So he reluctantly slipped out from underneath the covers and tiptoed to the ensuite, peeking back over his shoulder before closing the door to make sure he hadn’t woken her up.
The situation was indeed quite dire. He was painfully hard, and he couldn’t remember the last time this had occurred. Hell, last time he had sex he couldn’t even keep it up and didn’t reach full mast. He’d masturbated in the shower more times than he cared to admit, but since he couldn’t exactly sleep with his wife he decided he wasn’t going to feel sorry for himself over it. He just did it for some much needed relief; it wasn’t satisfying, but rather just a means to an end. All that pent up frustration was messing with him - his sleep, his appetite, his overall drive and energy to go about his day to day.
However, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard, not to mention without any intention of getting off.
He kept willing it to go down so he could pee and then brush his teeth and get on with his morning routine but if anything, it began to ache. He sat on the closed toilet’s lid and rubbed his face, sighing profusely.
“Harry?”
He flinched upright, almost knocking off the toilet roll stand. “Yeah? ‘Morning!”
“Good morning. Are you alright in there?”
Harry grimaced. Shit, how long had he been in there?
“Uh, yeah. Sorry, did you need the bathroom?”
“No, it can wait, I just heard you sigh and it sounded pretty miserable to be honest. I’ll give you some space if you want. I can go take a walk around the parking lot…”
Harry decided to man up. He couldn’t pee until his boner went down, and he’d already taken a shower before they went to bed. He just had to face the music.
Opening the bathroom door, he faced her. “Sorry. I’ve got a… situation going on. ‘M afraid it’s gonna take a while for it to die down so might as well let you use the bathroom in the meantime. Sorry, I tried willing it away. Didn’t mean to make it weird.”
Y/N gave him a confused look for a long moment, and it wasn’t until he glanced downwards suggestively that she followed his line of vision and her own eyes widened in realization. “Oh. Oh.”
Harry watched her blush and wanted to bang his head against the doorframe. Could he have made it even more awkward? Surely not. She giggled and covered her mouth trying to stifle it which only made him grin stupidly. Why was her reaction so endearing? He should’ve been mortified.
But there she was, clad in his pyjamas, the sleeves covering her knuckles of her hands she brought to her mouth adorably, her flushed cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink that he couldn’t help but notice matched her plump lips. Her whole face was a bit puffy from sleep and it was just too cute not to smile at. Her hair was a mess but he preferred it like this, all natural and wild. He imagined that’s how it got when she had sex, too.
Wait, what?
Harry winced. His dick literally began throbbing at the mere thought of Y/N between the sheets, her hair fanned over the pillow, her lips swollen from more than just sleeping…
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. You look like you’re in pain almost. It’s just that… I dunno. I forgot this was even a thing. Haven’t seen morning wood since my boyfriend in college, I don’t think…”
Harry furrowed his brows slightly at that. “Really? I get them all the time. Well. Not recently, I guess.”
“I guess I just assumed it only happened to younger men, I don’t think I’ve ever seen– huh…” Y/N seemed lost in thought for a moment and Harry knew what must’ve been on her mind just then. He hadn’t realized her sex life with her husband was that bad that they weren’t even having morning sex. That was baffling to him. Morning sex was his favorite.
Ouch.
Y/N took note of him wincing again and cleared her throat, “Well, I mean… what do you usually do? Does it just go away?”
Harry was back to grinning. She was too cute. “No, it doesn’t just go away… it can go away, but I need to be really distracted and it takes ages. Plus it’s painful, yeah.”
“So do you need to…?”
“Ideally. I mean, well… not ideally.”
“You mean ideally you’d have sex?”
Harry chuckled at her candor. Here he was, trying to be sensible about it. “Yeah, ideally I’d fuck it out.”
Y/N’s gaze fell back on his erection and Harry was just starting to wonder why he didn’t feel weird about it but he couldn’t really follow his train of thought because what she said next threw him off track completely.
“Would a blowjob work, too?”
Harry looked at her incredulously, his mouth agape as he stammered trying to phrase a coherent reply to that. “... A blowjob? What, like– you mean, generally speaking, or–”
“Yeah. Generally speaking. But also, now in particular.”
Harry furrowed his brows taking a step closer to her. “I’m trying really hard not to misinterpret this and possibly make it even more weird, Y/N. So tell me if I’m overstepping, but did you just offer to suck me off?”
Y/N’s eyes got impossibly rounder, or so they seemed to Harry, with her pupils fully dilated. Her breathing got shallower and her bottom lip was threatening to bleed out from how she was pressing her incisors into its pillowy flesh. “Would that be the worst thing, if I did?”
Harry’s breath caught. He was fully expecting her to burst into laughter for having tricked him into thinking this was really happening, or for her to recoil and assure him she absolutely didn’t mean it like that.
But she didn’t. This was really happening. His cockhead was pushing past the waistband of his boxers. Equally torturous and exhilarating at the same time.
“It wouldn’t be the worst thing at all. Far from it. It’s the best thing I could think of, actually.”
“Not the ideal thing, though.”
She was teasing him. He didn’t miss the glint of mischief in her eyes when she said that, the tone of her voice.
“In this instance it is ideal.” Another step closer and their chests were flush against eachother. “But I need to make sure it’s something you want. That I didn’t somehow… make you feel like you have to do this. I wasn’t trying to drop any hints.”
“Why not?”
Harry searched her eyes. Fuck. He was ready to burst just from the way this interaction was going alone. Hell, how did he not see it before? She was so… right for him. Such a delicate, cute little thing. He’d already felt the need to coddle her, protect her. Take her away from the nightmare she was living. Save her, in a way, even if by doing so he was saving himself as well. Sure, he’d recognized she was attractive from the first moment they’d met. It was hard not to. She was pretty, more than pretty. But then here she goes and unveils this side of her? All… mouthy and impetuous? Borderline bratty? Like she was taunting him, teasing him to take over. Give her what she deserved. Show her how good it could be.
She did tell him that first night how she’d always wanted to be dominated. He should’ve known.
“You wanted me to drop hints? Thought you didn’t like that, Y/N. Thought you wanted someone who knew what he wanted and took it. Yeah? Dropping hints would’ve been such a turn off, isn’t that right?
Y/N’s gaze dropped to Harry’s lips and watched him utter all that in a different tone than he usually used with her. She looked transfixed. Like he’d just said something that had sent her in a trance, hypnotising her.
“Answer me, pretty.”
She couldn’t manage more than just nodding slowly, and he placed his index finger under her chin, gently tilting her head so that she was looking straight into his eyes again.
“That’s what I thought. Bet you wished you didn’t have to be the one to offer, would’ve liked me to just wake you up with my cock dangling right in front of that pretty face, hm? Or better yet, sinking it right into you from behind. Bet you’d have loved that.”
Y/N whined, her hand going instinctively around her throat and Harry gently placed his over hers, squeezing slightly. “I know, baby. I know, but I couldn’t just assume, hm? Glad you were so brave to tell me. Such a brave girl. Good girl.”
Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut at his words, and he squeezed a bit harder, groaning at the sight. She was such a perfect little thing. God, he’d missed this. His wife was never one to be submissive. He hadn’t felt this dynamic since before they got married. He felt like laughing just thinking about how he’d been ready to forgo being dominant for the sake of his failed marriage. He’d been stupid to think he could deny himself this part of him forever.
“You are, aren’t you, baby? A good girl. Wanna show me just how good? Hm?”
She nodded vigorously, and he loosened his hold around her neck. “Big girls use their words, darling. Tell me you want this. Tell me I’m not pushing it too far.”
“You’re not. I want this. I want this so bad. You look so… big. Just wanna stuff you in my mouth, gag on it. Please?”
Harry let go of her throat with a loud gasp and grabbed her hand instead, directing it to his throbbing erection. If she didn’t touch him right then and there he’d fucking lose his mind. He was in a daze, his mouth agape, panting heavily as she groped him, rubbing her dainty hand over the fabric of his boxers- her watching her hand on him, her eyes widened at the sight of his leaking tip poking out of its confines, and him watching her take it all in.
He grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck and tugged, urging her to get on her knees for him.
“Go ahead, take what you need. Know you need it, not just want it. Practically gagging for it, aren’t you sweetheart?”
“Fuck…” Y/N mewled, scrambling to pull his boxers down as he threw his t-shirt off. When his cock sprang free in front of her face she looked lovestruck. The sight alone had Harry’s balls tighten up, he needed to empty them, preferably down her throat.
“Like what you see, pretty?” He was petting her hair at the top of her head now, his fingers dragging down along her face, caressing her in their wake.
“Harry… I need it. Please, please, can I have it?”
Harry chuckled darkly. “Generally speaking, or now in particular?”
Y/N whined at the way he was teasing her. “Want it anyway you’ll give it to me.”
“Fuck, Y/N. If this is just a wet dream don’t pinch me awake until you drink up every last drop, you hear me? So pretty on your knees for me. Let’s see that pink tongue now, stick it out f’me.”
Y/N did as instructed and waited obediently as Harry stroked himself - not that he needed it, he just did it to egg her on some more, and finally, finally, he tapped the tip against her tongue.
“Gonna treat it right, darling? Make me feel good? God, it aches.”
“Yes, please!”
Harry groaned at her eagerness. “Such a polite little thing. How could I say no to that… have at it, sweetheart, it’s all yours.”
Harry faltered at the feel of her warm mouth enveloping him. He promptly closed the bathroom door behind him so that he could lean against it, he was already weak in the knees.
Y/N didn’t disappoint. She worshipped him, that’s how good it felt. Alternating between gentle, feather-like kisses along the shaft and kitten licks at his slit, then vigorously sucking the head between her lips and pumping the rest in her too small hand. Harry had to will his orgasm away, he wanted to prolong this as much as possible. When she started going further down on him he braced himself, knowing what she was trying for. He cooed at her, encouraging and praising her constantly.
“Such a good girl, Y/N. Who knew that sweet little mouth could be so dirty, hm? All for me? Suck it, baby, just like that. Fuck, you were made for this, I swear. Want your mouth on me all the time. Oh, fuck, gonna take me down your throat, darling? That slender, delicate throat of yours? Will it fit? Can wrap my palm all the way around it, can’t wait to proper choke you. Fuck, keep moaning like that around me, you filthy little girl. You love that, don’t you? Wonder what other nasty things you’re into, can’t wait to find out. Just like that, gooood giiiirl, Y/N. Breathe, pretty. So perfect. Fuck, that feels amazing. Gonna come down your throat, final warning. Pull back while you can. No? Fuck, keep gagging on it, that’s right. You wanted it, so take it. Big girls don’t go back on their word, hm? That’s right, you’re my best girl, aren’t you? Fuck, Y/N, I’m coming, baby. Fuck me, you’re making me see stars.”
Harry laughed incredulously at the tail end of his climax, slamming his hand against the door behind him to find his footing. She’d sucked him clean, his thighs were trembling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten blown this good. If ever.
He let her have her fun, cleaning him up with gentle licks while he recovered, but once he felt confident in his footing he grabbed her, pulling her up to her feet and pushed his tongue down her throat next. There was no room for gentle, tentative first kisses. He devoured her mouth in gratitude, and she had no choice but to keep up, poor thing. He could tell her jaw muscles were strained but he couldn’t get enough of her. “Best fucking head I’ve ever gotten. Mmmmm. Gonna ruin that pussy. Just as soon as I recover.”
Y/N could hardly catch her breath. And Harry intended on keeping it that way, intended to hear her cry out as he first tasted her and then filled her up to the brim. He briefly considered taking a break for breakfast, some much needed sustenance, but it could wait. He felt he could go on forever with her. Couldn’t wait to spread her out and treat her right.
A shrill noise put a halt to his rampant thoughts though, and she flinched out of his arms before he could stop her.
“What’s that?” he asked, panting both in exertion and escalating anxiety as to what her answer could be. “Y/N?”
“It’s my phone.”
He grabbed her hand before she could pull away completely and turn to pick it up. “Your phone? The one you turned off? We both turned them off. What’s it doing ringing?”
“It’s… my alarm, I think–”
“Bullshit. Why did you turn it back on?”
“It was just for a moment… just to check… and then I heard you in there and came to see what was wrong, and–”
“Y/N! Don’t lie to me, not now, not after all that. Did you text him? Call him?”
“No!”
Harry was livid. He let go of her hand and she hesitated before going to retrieve the phone. She stared at the screen and let it ring until it went silent. He watched her pained expression and felt it stab him in the heart.
Of course. How could he be so foolish as to think she’d forgotten all about her husband. What, did he really think his dick would push its way far enough into her brain, erasing every thought of him? He was big, but not that big.
He rubbed his face, wincing at that stupid visual. He was such a man, especially after getting off, that he wanted to slap himself silly.
She didn’t owe him anything.
He combed his hand through his hair, pulling at the strands to get a grip. He then took a few breaths, willing himself to calm down, pulled his boxers and t-shirt back on and slowly approached her. She was still staring at the now turned off screen.
He gently had her sit at the edge of the bed, and he crouched in front of her. “I’m sorry, that was out of line. I guess… it’s not a valid excuse, but I guess I just felt betrayed… we promised we’d go through this together, and I refrained from checking my phone. You’re absolutely entitled to do as you wish though, of course. You can pick up. Or, call him back, if that’s what you want. Don’t feel like you need to do anything on my account…”
It was a blatant lie, or at least it felt like a lie. He was having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that she’d just been putty in his hands and the next moment she’s rushing to answer the phone to none other than her husband.
He knew he was being totally unreasonable, but he just felt like he wasn’t enough. Never enough. Not for her, not for his wife. He would always play second fiddle.
“Don’t be cross with me, but I need some air. Are you going to be alright? I’ll be back soon, I just… need to clear my head a bit.”
Y/N nodded slowly, not meeting his gaze, and Harry felt even worse but he grabbed his trousers and made for the door before he could change his mind.
Normally, he’d never dream of leaving someone after a scene like that, aftercare was sacred to him; but he needed some aftercare too, and she clearly wasn’t going to offer any. She was too preoccupied thinking about her husband. Which, again, was valid, but also, he wanted to punch a hole in the nearest wall over.
After what felt like not enough time doing laps of the motel’s parking lot, he returned to the room and found Y/N curled into a fetal position on the bed. He winced at the sight, feeling responsible for it, but doubting he was. She was probably upset over what she’d talked to her husband with over the phone.
“I’m back,” he announced, careful not to startle her, closing the door gently behind him.
She looked up at him and he could see she’d been crying. He grimaced and approached her side of the bed, crouching in front of her once more to be eye level with her. “What happened? Did he yell? I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
He hadn’t meant to say any of that. God knows what came over him, he just felt so protective over her that he couldn’t help these caveman reactions.
Her eyes glazed over. “He didn’t call, Harry. That was work. You can check my phone… I’m not lying. He… he doesn’t care I’m gone.” She inhaled shakily, a tear rolling down her face. “Doesn’t care I left him, wouldn’t care I just went down on another man… hell, he wanted me to. That’s how this all started, right?” More tears. “Just so that he could go ahead and do what he wanted guilt free.”
Harry felt his breath catch in his throat. He knew exactly what that felt like. His wife would’ve probably gladly watched him fuck Y/N’s throat, proud of him for finally going through with it. Not a trace of jealousy. Not a dent in her cold heart.
“Is this why you wanted to do it, then?... To try and get back at him? Give him a taste of his own medicine?”
Y/N’s brows furrowed, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand on his pyjama’s sleeve. “What? Do you honestly think that’s why I did it?”
Harry grabbed her hand gently, caressing her knuckles through the fabric. “You know what I meant. I’m genuinely asking what fueled it… I can understand if that’s what it was. But I need to know… I deserve to know, don’t I?”
“Is it why you went along with it? To get back at your wife?”
“No. Honest to god. If anything, I never once even thought about her, during. Is that terrible of me? Does that make me… like her?”
Harry hadn’t meant to, but those words at the end came out without him even realizing he was thinking those thoughts, feeling that guilt. His eyes glazed over, suddenly overwhelmed.
He’d just cheated on his wife.
Something he’d never wanted to do.
He hadn’t been coerced into it, far from it, he’d been more than willing, even if it hadn’t been at his initiative.
So, what did that make him? A cheater? Did it make him just as bad as his wife?
Had he been “good” all this time just because an opportunity never presented itself before?
Y/N pushed herself up, leaning on her elbow and reached for his face. “Harry. Oh, Harry.” She thumbed his stray tear away and scurried to the end of the bed so she could have him place his head in her lap, caressing him reassuringly. “What have we done? We’re no better than they are, are we?”
Harry hated how it sounded out of her mouth. In his mind, Y/N was innocent still. He knew she’d practically been the one to initiate, but he also knew all that went down in her life before she got to that point. No, she wasn’t a cheater. She’d been mistreated, unloved, disrespected for so long. She finally did something for her, and she deserved it. And he’d be damned if she started comparing herself to their spouses. This was entirely different.
“This is so fucked up, Y/N, all of it. But don’t ever compare yourself to them. I won’t allow it. This is nothing like what they’ve been doing all along!”
“But you just said the same about yourself!”
“I’m not thinking straight!” he pushed himself upright, taking her hands in his. “We had the opportunity to do this back then, at the hotel, and we didn’t. Instead, we went back and endured even more of their crap, let them walk all over us and our love for them, and for what?! What we did just now didn’t feel wrong, it didn’t feel like cheating, because guess what- it’s not. Not when there’s no one to cheat on. They left us long ago, Y/N. We were just hanging on to false hope that maybe they’ll come back, maybe they’ll realize they love us and only want us. But that’s not the truth, is it? So why the fuck should we feel guilt over it? Fuck that. Did it feel wrong to you?”
“No. No, it didn’t. And I definitely didn’t do it to get back at him!”
Harry smiled at that and slowly, she smiled back. “I’m so glad to hear that. My narcissism can only take so much.”
Y/N giggled but then caressed his cheek longingly. “You joke about it, but I know how that hurts. Rejection. Feeling less than. Not enough. I’m in the same boat, Harry. I know exactly where you’re coming from. But you’re more than enough. And I don’t just mean that in the literal sense.”
Harry bit his lower lip to stop his grin from reaching his ears. He plopped his head back in her lap and let her resume caressing his curls, combing her fingers through them. “I know it may not seem like it, especially when I’m in a dominant headspace, but she’s really made me doubt my self worth, and not just in bed. I can’t believe I managed to push all those thoughts aside enough to fully enjoy myself in the moment with you. It’s all your merit. You made me feel so good and wanted, I forgot I hadn’t felt like that in ages. Thank you. It meant more than you know.”
Y/N bent to kiss the top of his head at that.
“You’re very welcome.” After a beat, she added, whisperingly, “You made me feel good and wanted, too. Whenever you’re ready, I’m still waiting. Make me forget, Harry.”
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in which your husband and Harry’s wife dragged you both into a situation you didn’t want to be in, but as it turns out, everything happens for a reason
“Hello?” Harry brought his phone to his line of vision, making sure he’d actually picked up the call, “Uhm,... hello?”
“Hi. Is this a bad time?”
Harry racked his brain to place the person’s voice, the fact that he didn’t have the number saved in his contacts made it even more difficult. It sounded awfully familiar, though… “Oh! It’s you!”
She never did give him her name. And neither did he, come to think of it. He only gave her his number before she got out of his car after he drove her home. Just in case.
“You remember?”
Harry sighed heavily. “I wish I could forget everything about that night,” he chuckled nervously. “No offence.”
“... I can't forget, either. You were right.”
“Oh?”
“Listen… would it be too… upsetting, if we met up? You’re the only person that’s been in my shoes that I feel I could open up to about this. It’s been… very lonely, eating at me… Maybe talking would help make better sense of it…”
Harry didn’t have to ponder. He’d wanted the same thing all along. He was glad she reached out to him, since he couldn’t contact her. “Name the place.”
*
Harry wondered if he looked as broken as she did but had just gotten used to seeing his miserable face stare back at him in the mirror every day. It’d been close to a month since the… circumstance that had brought the two of them together. Admittedly, he hadn’t paid close attention to her appearance back then, but, seeing her now, he definitely recognized some changes, albeit subtle. She appeared more frail, her under eyes darker, the polish on her nails chipped off, her lips chapped and bitten, her clothes wrinkled. He observed her over the cup of coffee he was sipping on on that rainy afternoon as she talked about how it’d been like trying to move on from that night.
“You were right. I did know, even then, that this was going to ruin us. But I kept lying to myself, thinking I could just pretend it never happened. Hoping that he’d gotten it out of his system and that things would go back to normal. You know I even dared to believe things would get better? I thought maybe this would put things into perspective for him and make him realize what a good thing he’s got going at home… Was I naive or what?”
Harry furrowed his brows compassionately, “You and I both. Believe it or not, I also hoped for the same. But, assuming things went for you guys the same way they did for us… it wasn’t quite the case, was it?”
She shook her head solemnly, staring into her cup of coffee. “He never asked me how things went on my side. He doesn’t even know I never went through with it. The following morning, he called me at around 11am. That’s… extremely late for him. He’s an early bird, chronically so. He’d been clearly… distracted. So when I told him I’d already taken an uber home he didn’t question it. He then came home and acted like everything was normal. He didn’t talk about it, I never asked him any questions. He didn’t care to ask me any, either… I wouldn’t say we’re pretending like nothing ever happened, because that’s not it at all. This… unspoken, huge thing that happened is always looming over us. Now whenever he’s late from work, he doesn’t even tell me why he’s late. It’s like… I know why. I don’t have to ask. He doesn’t have to tell me.”
“Jesus…”
The woman nodded, fidgeting with the corner of her paper napkin. “Things are better at your end, then?”
Harry almost laughed at her assumption, “To tell you the truth, I don’t even know which of us has it worse. When I got home after I dropped you off, I called her again and it went straight to voicemail for the hundredth time, so I texted her letting her know I went home and to call me to go get her if she didn’t feel like ubering. She never called for me to get her, thank god, but when she walked through the door and I asked her how her ride was she told me the guy had driven her. I was speechless, she’d actually disclosed where she lived, what else did she share with him? Aside from the obvious… Like, was this gonna be a thing now, between the two of them? I had so many questions, but then I couldn’t really say anything, could I? Since I offered to drive you, too. I’m fairly certain their report in that regard was much different to ours though… but even still, I couldn’t get myself to tell her off for it. I mean… he fucked her. Did the fact that he knew where she lived really make it worse?...”
Harry sat back in his chair, forcing himself to take a breather and calm down a bit. He was getting worked up. But when she encouraged him to keep going, and his restless leg wouldn’t stop bouncing beneath the table he gave in. “She was fucking beaming! She wouldn’t stop talking about what a good thing this is for us, how finally she feels like she can breathe, how she can’t believe we waited so long to try this… confirmed that she’d already made plans with this guy for the following weekend. I just froze. I couldn’t believe she was really saying all that. She never really asked me how things went for me, either. She just kept putting words in my mouth. See? Wasn’t it fun? You’re such a lucky bastard, men can only dream they could be in your shoes with their wives giving them this much freedom! Hell, even pushing them to do it! Can you imagine? You’re living the dream, baby.”
“Oh, God…”
“Then… one night soon after that she wanted to play and, brokenhearted fool that I am, I went along with it even though what I really wanted was for us to sit down and really talk about it. But I just couldn’t get myself to open up the subject, mainly because I already knew what her stance on it was and what it would lead to, and I wasn’t ready for that… kept thinking I could try doing this to save our marriage. I’d agreed to it, even though she’d coerced me into it if i’m being honest… but I did agree. I couldn’t blame her for the repercussions, I knew what I was getting into. So I felt like I had to see it through, had to try and make it work…
“So when she came to me all loving, and I missed her so much, I gave in, I needed to feel like us again… Make her forget about anyone else. Make her only want me. And then… in the midst of what I thought was one of my best sexual performances… she tells me she wants to try something this guy had asked her to do to him and I–... fucking lost it. I jumped out of that bed as if it were on fire. I’m sure I could’ve handled it more maturely but I locked myself in the bathroom before I said something I would regret. She kept pleading from the other side to open up and talk to her, tell her what was the matter. I realized all I had to say to her were hurtful things. I chickened out when I opened the door and saw how genuinely worried she was. She literally has no clue what I’ve been going through since that night… in her head, we’re heading in the right direction and this is only going to bring us closer.
“So, I asked her not to tell me about any of it, going further, and promised I’d do the same. That I couldn’t handle talking about it. At least not for a while… She agreed, said she totally gets it. And then we went back to bed and I never got to see what that son of a bitch asked her to do to him because ever since, I’ve avoided all her advances. She keeps making little quips such as uh-oh, running out of stamina huh? Save some for me next time. Then she giggles and asks me to just spoon her instead and I just sit there for hours on end mulling everything over while she’s sleeping soundly in my arms.”
The woman sat silent for a long while, visibly saddened. “Jack never initiates sex anymore. Like… at all. I don’t know If I’m glad for it or if I should feel even more hurt. I’m not sure I feel anything at all anymore. I feel… numb.”
“... Me too.”
After a long pause Harry added, muttering, “Fitting name, though.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Since he’s such a jackass.”
The woman laughed, which made Harry smile in return. He wondered whether this was the first time the two of them had done so since that night.
“You must have a really nice name, then.”
Harry’s smile lingered. “In that case, I’m sure the same goes for you.”
“You first.”
“It’s Harry.”
“Y/N.”
“Yeah. See? Nice names for nice folk. Wouldn’t hear of people with such names going around causing so much heartache, would you?”
“Absolutely not. Felicity is also… fitting in a way. Only cares about her own happiness.”
Harry gave her a look. “You actually remember my wife’s name?”
“Yeah, it’s a rare name, stuck with me.”
“True. And you’re right about her. I’ve always known it… But nobody’s perfect. Thought I could compromise on some stuff. Didn’t realize it would compromise our marriage in the end.”
“That’s… pretty huge, Harry. I know it sounds awful, but hearing you say so valides my own feelings. Like, I worried I was overreacting, thinking my marriage is over because of this. But that’s just how I feel. I can’t see us ever recovering from this mess.”
“Neither can I. It’s killing me on the inside the longer I go along with it. And even if I do speak up about it… I know it’ll never go back to how things were, which admittedly, weren’t great to begin with. This whole thing kinda helped put everything into perspective. She was right, we did need something else, be both did… I was willing to do whatever to please her, but that’s not exactly feasible in the long run. It was just a matter of time before we faced some hurdles. We’re just not on the same page sexually. I was just fooling myself thinking I could deny my own needs and that she could suppress hers.”
“So… what now?”
They both sat in silence for a long while, the coffee had gone cold and the rain outside was pouring even stronger than before.
“It’s inevitable. We have to talk to them.”
“...End it?”
Harry nodded solemnly and when her eyes immediately glazed over and she stifled a sob, he reached his hand out to cover hers reassuringly. He moved to sit on the chair next to hers and eventually wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, bringing her in to rest her head on his own. She tried to keep quiet, not to disturb the cafe’s patrons, and he gently shushed her reassuringly, telling her everything was going to be alright. Willing himself to believe it, too.
*
Almost two weeks had passed when Harry finally decided to text Y/N. He’d been apprehensive about it, knowing she must’ve been hurting, but also, he felt guilty for not going through with what he himself had suggested was inevitable. He hadn’t broken things off with his wife. Worse, he’d actually had sex with her, in an effort to still try and save their marriage. He couldn’t finish though, and he’d never reached full mast. Which prompted her to not get off either. It’d been a mess and it ended in Harry crying in the bathroom afterwards while she probably thought he was finishing himself off in the shower. He’d never felt more miserable in his entire life.
Felicity was away for the weekend with her new boy-toy and Harry was feeling seriously on edge. He contemplated just packing his bags and leaving. It was cowardly of him, to be sure, but he felt like he’d never go through with it and actually leave her otherwise. He couldn’t bring himself to talk to her and end things properly, like a man.
He felt emasculated in every way possible.
H: Hey. It’s Harry. Been meaning to reach out, hope it’s not a bad time… How did things go?
He was in their walk-in closet staring at his clothes and trying to work up his courage to just grab them off the hangers and toss them into the biggest suitcase he could find when she replied.
Y/N: Hey, Harry. I’m the worst… I couldn’t bring myself to do it : ( I don’t know what to do. I can’t do this anymore…
H: Don’t feel bad. I couldn’t go through with it either. But I can’t go on like this…
Y/N: What do we do : (
H: She’s with him right now.
Y/N: He’s not been home most nights. It’s over without having to even talk about it. I bet if he came back home and I was gone he’d be relieved at this point.
Harry read Y/N’s last text message before deciding to call her since they were both alone anyway. “That’s exactly what I wanna do. Just pack my stuff and be gone before she comes back. Is that… too cowardly, do you think?”
“It’s not. They don’t deserve an explanation. It’s impossible they don’t see we’re hurting. They just choose to ignore it.”
“Let’s just leave.”
“Harry… if you say that again, I just might do it. Like, right now.”
“Let’s rip the band-aid. Let’s do it. I mean it, Y/N. We can do it. We could do it together. Just… I dunno. Go somewhere and turn our phones off and be there for one another, make sure neither of us caves in and goes back… What do you say?” Harry was pumped. He could feel adrenaline surging through him. The thought of actually doing it made him giddy beyond belief.
Y/N was silent for a long while, all he could hear was his own laboured breathing. But eventually she replied, sounding resolute. “Give me half an hour. We’re doing this, Harry.”
*
Harry had never felt more alive. It was odd, but it was true. He finally felt like he was doing something for himself, in a long, long time. He’d packed his shit in record time, leaving him just enough to drive to Y/N’s. When she didn’t pick up her phone immediately, he felt his heart sink to his stomach. Had she changed her mind? He felt he couldn’t do this without her. But when she eventually picked up with laboured breath, she informed him she was dragging her suitcases to the elevator and couldn’t find her phone in all that rushed chaos.
Harry wouldn’t take no for an answer, and insisted he’d help her. When she buzzed him in and he reached her floor, he was mildly shocked at the amount of suitcases she’d lined up near the elevator door. He’d only packed his essentials, but Y/N meant business. It looked like she’d packed up her whole life in those bags.
“Oh wow. Ok, alright. Gotta give it to you, you’re a fast packer, considering.”
Y/N smiled at his amused tone, despite her nerves. “I dunno when he’s coming back. Had to be quick. And I knew your SUV could handle all of these.”
“How do you know it’s not already filled up to the brim with my own shit?”
She rolled her eyes when he started loading them up in the elevator, urging her inside to keep the doors open. “Please. You’re a man. I’ll be surprised if you filled two suitcases.”
Harry feigned offence. “It’s three suitcases, alright? Well, two suitcases and a backpack. And I didn’t pack everything. It’s my house, after all.”
Y/N was silent, her smile fading somewhat. “Well, this apartment is his. So…”
Harry kicked himself for opening up that can of worms but the haste in which they loaded her stuff into his truck kept them busy and hopefully took her mind off things for a bit.
When they drove off, for a long time they didn’t even talk about where they’d be going. Harry just drove aimlessly, only making sure they left town on the nearest exit. They couldn’t even use Google Maps as they’d shut their phones off and threw them into the glove compartment in complicity.
They eventually discussed some options. It couldn’t be any of the places they’d been with with their spouses. Not that either of them thought they’d be coming looking for them, but regardless.
Eventually, after driving for a few hours while keeping themselves busy singing along with whatever came on the radio to keep themselves distracted, they decided to just crash at the first decent motel they’d find on their way. It was getting too late to drive safely any further.
They were both giddy at the prospect of crashing at some random motel like some sort of Bonnie and Clyde, still high on the adrenaline rush.
Soon they found themselves in a shabby motel room under a false mr and mrs name. They’d already slept in the same bed before and so the options of getting separate rooms or twin beds weren’t even brought up. They trusted eachother beyond formalities, and besides, the pact was that they would go through this together.
They took turns showering and Y/N called for him from the bathroom when she was finished with hers. “Harry? Ugh, I brought the wrong bag with us…”
“Want me to go get it for you?”
“I mean… I just need something to change into. Do you have some extra pyjamas?”
“Uhm…” Harry didn’t have to check, he knew he’d not packed any extra in his backpack he took with him to the room. “I can give you mine but I’ll have to sleep in a t-shirt. And boxers, of course.”
“Would you mind terribly?”
“Not at all. Just… you know. Don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, that’s why I clarified…”
“Oh, shush. Can I have them?” She cracked the door open and stuck her hand out. “Oh, also, no knickers. I’ll be sure to wash them for you afterwards.”
Harry faltered mid-undressing, but then rushed to hand her his discarded pyjamas. “Don’t be silly.”
He threw a t-shirt on and got under the covers. Surely she’d seen men in boxers before, he was acting a bit childish. But he really meant it when he told her he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in any way.
She emerged from the bathroom, all swaddled up in the too-large pyjamas and smiled sheepishly at him, then turned the lights off and joined him on the other side of the bed.
Harry flinched when he thought he’d heard her say something. Had he already drifted off to sleep? That was… definitely surprising. He’d had trouble sleeping ever since– “Did you say something?” He whispered, just in case he’d been mistaken.
“Sorry,” she whispered back, “did I wake you? I didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep. Do you always sleep on your back?”
“... Was I snoring?”
Y/N giggled. He smiled into the darkness at the sound. Everything felt so lighthearted and easy with her around, no wonder he’d fallen asleep. “No. But are you a snorer? Because if so, I might have to reconsider this whole arrangement…”
“Oh, shush.” He playfully kicked her leg under the covers, noticing she was closer than he’d gauged. “I think all that driving got to me, plus the adrenaline crush. What did you wanna say?”
“I just wanted to thank you… I don’t think I would’ve gone through with this without you, Harry.”
Harry smiled into the darkness again. He couldn’t see her, but her words really warmed him up. “Same here. Just don’t wake me up at 4am telling me you wanna uber back home, ok?”
She giggled again. “Hell no. You’re stuck with me.”
“...Good.”
Part Three
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in which your husband and Harry's wife dragged you both into a situation you didn't want to be in, but as it turns out, everything happens for a reason
Harry sighed heavily while closing the door to the hotel room behind him. He leaned against it as he watched the young woman pace the room and look around, wondering how he was going to let her down easily.
This was a mistake. He never should have agreed to this.
“I can’t do this.” She suddenly turned to face him after staring at the bed for a long while as if lost in her own thoughts.
Harry straightened up as a huge wave of relief washed over him and made to reply but she went on, agitated. “I’m sorry. I know this must be disappointing, but I just can’t go through with it. It’s got nothing to do with you, please don’t feel bad–”
Harry approached her and let out a light chuckle, “Please, no need to explain yourself. I feel exactly the same. I was struggling to find a way to break it to you myself.”
“Wait- really? You’re not just saying that?”
He placed his hand over his heart. “Swear to god. And don’t worry, it’s got nothing to do with you either… I just… Well, as corny as it sounds, I realized what a huge mistake this was. Agreeing to this. I love my wife. We don’t need this. I’m sure she must’ve freaked out by now, too.”
“Oh, thank god.” The woman clutched the neckline of her shirt and sighed in relief smilingly, the both of them chuckling at the realization they were on the same page about this. “I’m going to call him. I know it’s against the rules but like you said, I’m sure he’s backing out too by now.”
Harry was already dialling his wife’s number but his serene expression faded as soon as it went straight to voicemail. “Hm. She must’ve not turned her phone back on yet. She’ll call me back.”
“Same here.” Harry didn’t miss the slight tremble in her hands.
“Hey. It’s alright…”
But she kept trying her husband’s number again and again and soon she was panicking, pacing the room nervously.
Harry tried his wife’s number again, too. Voicemail. He was trying to keep himself in check, and decided to distract himself by reassuring the young woman. “Hey. Let’s give it a moment. Let’s not jump to conclusions. Come, let’s just sit for a bit, we’re on edge.”
She nodded frantically and sat on the edge of the bed next to the man. She placed the phone in her lap and her forehead in her hands, resting her elbows on her knees and tried to breathe in deeply to calm herself. “Why did I ever agree to this? What if he’s actually going through with it?”
Harry placed his own phone next to him on the bed after he double checked it wasn’t on silent. He rubbed his face, squeezing his eyes shut. “I didn’t want to. She did. It was her idea.”
“Same here. He brought it up…”
“The whole way here I kept expecting her to freak out and tell me to turn the car around and go back home. That this was a mistake. That we don’t need this. But she never did. If anything, she was giddy. Felt sick the whole time. I tried to hide it from her and not be a spoilt sport because I had agreed to it, after all… I don’t think I spoke a word the whole ride here. She didn’t even notice.”
“I kept expecting him to burst into laughter and tell me he couldn’t believe I’d actually fallen for this. That he’d never do this to us, but is proud of me for being so open minded. Kind of like a stupid test I passed that was meant as a cruel joke initially but when I went with it he decided to test my limits. But it never came. When I realized we were getting closer I kept wanting to break down and beg for him to stop the car, turn around, but it’s like I was too stunned that this was actually happening to do something. I just froze and watched it all happen. I don’t even remember picking the note with your name out of that hat. I was too busy looking at all the women, wondering who was going to have a go at my man–”
Her voice cracked and she began sobbing and Harry hesitantly brought his hand to her back, rubbing it soothingly, trying to console her. She turned to bury her face in his side and he took her under his arm as his own eyes glazed over. He felt pathetic for wanting to cry over it just like she was. He’d agreed to this. It wasn’t like he’d found his wife cheating on him in their own bedroom. No, they’d sat down and discussed this, she made sure he was on board 100% over and over, they’d signed up for this and drove all the way up here. He hadn’t been forced into it.
…Had he?
The woman pulled away suddenly and excused herself, “I need the bathroom. Think I’m gonna be sick.”
Harry stammered something indiscernible as he watched her rush to the ensuite. He couldn’t blame her. He’d felt like throwing up the whole way there. But now he felt different. He felt like punching a wall. Breaking something. And he was anything but a violent man.
He clutched the phone angrily, not even bringing it to his ear as he dialled the number again. He watched as it went straight to voicemail again and dropped it to the floor before he could throw it across the room and smash it against the nearest wall. He pressed the heels of his palms deep into his eye sockets, groaning in an effort to reign it in.
He stood up and almost stepped on the phone before kicking it to the curb in his way to the minibar. His wife was clearly preoccupied and wasn’t going to be picking up, much less calling him anytime soon. He grabbed an upside down glass from a tray and emptied several mini bottles of vodka in it. By the time the woman reemerged from the ensuite he’d already downed it halfway to what now looked like a decent amount of vodka.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah. I’m okay, I stuck my face out the window there for some fresh air and managed to keep it down. Can I have some?”
“By all means. Choose your poison.”
“I don’t care. Make it strong.”
She plopped herself back on the edge of the bed and checked her phone again, and Harry rushed with her glass of vodka double before she could try and dial again.
“Thank you.”
He watched her try to gulp it down before retching and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Careful, else you’ll definitely end up throwing up.”
“Ugh. Maybe top it up with coke, is there any?”
“Yeah.” He took it back and poured a whole can of lime coke over it before placing the glass back in her trembling hand.
After him sitting back down next to her and both nursing their drinks for a while, she asked in a small voice, “What now? Do we just… wait here?”
“I kind of have to… I drove us here.”
“And I don’t know how to drive.”
“... Another?”
“Yes, please.”
After raiding the minibar they were both sufficiently able to ease up a bit. She kicked her heels off and he rolled the sleeves of his cardigan to his elbows. He felt stuffy but didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable and remove it even if he did have a wifebeater underneath. She asked about his tattoos and they tried their best to make idle chit chat in an effort to pass the time. Eventually they both sat against the headboard trying to distract one another with different topics of conversation; the design of the hotel room, the quality of the bed linen, the stain on the carpet by the window, the view, the lack of proper parking space, the inconvenient location of the hotel, the bumpy drive to it, the reception lobby, the way everyone else looked- something neither had noticed, too busy with their inner turmoil.
“What if they landed with eachother, like we did? Should I be worried?”
Harry didn’t mind the question. He was sufficiently buzzed to catch her attempt at a joke to further ease up the tension. “Then you’re in serious trouble.”
“Damn. Is she that much hotter than me?”
Harry shrugged, realizing he hadn’t even taken a proper look at her, in an objective manner. He scanned her from head to toe. He couldn’t imagine her husband had wanted to do this for lack of attraction. “I didn’t mean it as a comparison. But yeah… she’s gorgeous,” he sounded almost remorseful at the admission. “I’m not used to comparing her to anyone, honestly.”
“Yeah. I know what you mean.”
“Should I be worried?”
“He’s your opposite, I would say. Jet black hair. Deep, brown, eyes. He’s more bulky, too, he’s a bit of a gym rat.”
Harry gasped in mock offence. “Excuse me? I’m pretty ripped myself, you know. Not everyone pumps steroids, some of us really put in the work for these abs.”
She laughed, “He does not pump anything. He’s just a bigger build than you. Don’t worry, I can tell you’re fit.”
Harry unbuttoned his cardigan and pulled the wifebeater out of his trousers to prove a point, all the same. He patted his stomach and she raised her eyebrows appreciatively, “Oh… okay. Wasn’t expecting a six pack, I’ll admit.”
He covered himself back with a smug smile, it felt nice to be silly for a moment. After a beat, he asked “How about his build…elsewhere?”
She gasped, this time no trace of mockness, then cleared her throat. “He’s… Alright, I guess. He’s the only man I’ve been with, so I don’t really have a term of comparison. Please don’t flash me, though.”
Harry laughed a genuine laughter, “Don’t worry. Although it would be fairly accurate for a case study, I’m a shower, not a grower.” He cleared his throat too, turning a bit serious. “So, he’s the only one you’ve been with and he was just gonna throw that away…”
“I mean, he did throw it away… for all he knows we’re in here going at it,” and then, in a smaller voice, “just like he is.”
Harry kicked off his shoes as well, “Well, Felicity– my wife, that is… she’d been quite, uhm… promiscuous, before we met. In her own words. She’s got quite the body count. I would never judge a person by that, honestly, and I just assumed she hadn’t found the right person for her until we met. She assured me she was ready to settle down and that I was everything she could ask for in a partner. I did have my reservations, though… after being so casual about sex, I was a bit worried she wouldn’t be able to settle for just one man for the rest of her life, but her reassurances put me at ease, and we went through with the wedding. 3 years down the line, though… turns out I was right.”
“...That’s awful. I’m sorry.”
Harry shrugged. “Guess I should be thankful she didn’t cheat, at least. This feels like sort of a loophole, a way to go around it guilt-free. She made it sound like we needed it. Like it was old fashioned of me to believe in monogamy anymore, that it was just a social construct of patriarchy when most men cheat anyway, and that this was a healthy, modern way of approaching a functional relationship. She wanted us to open our marriage and when I told her that I didn’t want anyone else, she suggested swinging to… see how I feel about it, since I couldn’t imagine actively seeking anyone out; so this sounded like a way to test out the waters before we fully jumped into this. But what I couldn’t get across to her is that you can’t just trial run cheating.” He cleared his throat, “Sorry, that was a bit off handed. I understand the concept of an open relationship and why it might work for some, and that it’s not cheating if both partners are fully in agreement…”
“Yeah, you’re right. I understand why it works for some, too. I’m just… not one of those people. It’s not even jealousy, it's so much more than that… I got married thinking this is my person. That it’s us, and us alone. I didn’t even save myself for marriage or anything, it just so happened that I ended up marrying the first man I slept with. We’ve been together 7 years, highschool sweethearts and all that… He’d been with a few before me, and I was glad for it, thought it would help avoid this very issue. I wouldn’t have liked him feeling like he was missing out on experiencing that with other women and one day feel the need to satisfy that curiosity. So that’s why when he sprung this on me… I was shocked, honestly. Swinging? Really? Ugh, I’m sorry… it’s like you said. I’m not judging anyone, but it’s just not for me. I thought… I actually thought our sex life was good, you know? He led me to believe it was, at least… Guess I’m not as… experienced as other women.”
“I seriously doubt it’s got anything to do with that. And likewise, I thought our sex life was good too. More than good. I’m honestly all over her all the damn time. And I’m plenty experienced. She never gave me reason to believe I wasn’t satisfying her, ever. We’re very open about our kinks and curiosities and whatnot. There’s nothing she wanted to try out that I said no to, and that’s ‘cause I genuinely was always on the same page. Except for this. This I’m not ok with, and I tried explaining it to her but it felt like a losing battle if I were to just say no. If I don’t agree to this, what then? Cheating? Sneaking behind my back? At least she was honest with me telling me she wanted more… made me feel ungrateful for denying her this when she was so open about it. I talked myself into it because I was too scared of what she might do if I declined.”
“Ugh, that’s exactly it. That’s why I went for it, too… I kept telling myself most women don’t get to be asked what their take on this is. At least he was being honest with me… that I’m just not enough… I tried asking him to explore more of his fantasies, anything that he felt he could get from someone else, I wanted to be the one to give to him. But he kept telling me he just couldn’t let go and just do all the things he wanted to with me. Apparently he respects me too much.”
Harry snorted, “That’s rich.”
“Right? Like if he wanted to be rougher, degrade me a bit, try kinkier stuff.. he just had to say so. I always wanted that, anyway… but I’m too scared to ask him to do that. It’s very… vanilla. I don’t blame him for wanting more, but I can’t get myself to bring up what I wanna try in the bedroom.”
“Oh… okay. Why do you feel you can’t tell him? You respect him too much?”
She giggled, “It’s not that I can’t. It’s more that I won’t. I don’t want to. I want him to take the lead. I want him to…”
“Dominate you?”
“Yeah.”
Harry clicked his tongue, humming lowly. They were both quiet for a beat. “Felicity is the opposite. She’s the dominant one. It’s not that I mind… But I wouldn’t say I’m fully submissive… I’m more of a switch. I’d like it to be more of an even playing field, at the very least. Like, I like her taking charge, and I loved it at the beginning because I was used to always being the dominant one in the bedroom, and I was actually looking for someone to put me in my place for a change. But she never lets me take the reins. Whenever I try she just blows me off and makes me feel less than. And then she mistakes my apprehensiveness for submissiveness when I give up. It’s something… I haven’t really been able to communicate with her either. She should want me to dominate her, you know? Not be talked into it. So I kinda… suppressed that. But even so, I never thought to myself oh cool now I get to be a dom again with someone else. In fact, it didn’t even cross my mind until now.”
“Hm.” After a beat, she asked “What’s that like? Is it like… I dunno, actually. Porn? Or those Fifty Shades books?”
Harry snickered a bit but then took in her genuine curiosity. “I mean… I haven’t read those books, so I can’t speak about that, but from what I’ve seen in porn, it’s definitely not what I would describe as a healthy dynamic. Uhm, porn is catered more to the male gaze, to put it nicely.”
She laughed, “I’d say. But I don’t like the kind they advertise for women either. It’s just too…”
“Vanilla?”
“I guess? Yeah…” she sighed profusely.
“You never see aftercare in dom/sub porn for instance. That’s so important. Like, they’re leaving out so much. And plenty of other things…”
Harry glanced at her when he thought he heard a faint snore and to his surprise, she had, in fact, fallen asleep. She couldn’t have been comfortable, but he didn’t dare try and move her or even drape a blanket over her mainly because they were sitting atop the duvet. He gently took the empty glass out of her hand so as to not accidentally turn in her sleep and break it, injuring herself. He left the nightstand lights on and tried to sleep too after retrieving his phone from the other side of the room where he’d kicked it.
No missed calls of course.
He tossed and turned for ages, mindful to keep to the edge of the bed and give his companion space and was certain he wouldn’t be able to catch a wink of sleep. He was surprised, to say the least, when he was shaken awake.
“Uhm… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry to wake you–”
Harry rubbed his face and took in his surroundings. He looked at the young woman and took in her dishevelled appearance, it looked like she’d been crying.
“I’m sorry. I’m just… freaking out. I woke up and I can’t calm down… I wanna uber home, but I’m scared to ride alone, it’s 4 am. Could you please give me your number so I could share my ride location live with you? I didn’t wanna ask a friend, no one knows I’m here, doing this, I don’t wanna have to explain–”
“Hey, hey… hey. Calm down.” He tried soothing her. She was a mess. “I’ll drive you home. Don’t worry.”
“Oh, oh no. I couldn’t– Plus, you had a bit to drink…”
“I’m fine. I slept it off. Feels like I’m waking up from the dead, honestly. A drive would do me good, clear my mind a bit. I’ll just run to the bathroom and we can head out, alright?”
The woman nodded, fixing her clothes and looking for her shoes as he went to relieve himself. He looked a right mess. He tried not to dwell on it, running his fingers through his hair and splashing some water on his face, and when he emerged from the ensuite she was ready to go.
“Thank you, thank you so much for doing this. Really…”
“It’s alright, I promise. Come on. Let’s get outta here.”
“Gladly.”
They made it to his car and she typed in her address into his gps. Harry kept stealing glances at her the whole way; in truth, he was worried about her. She seemed extremely shaken up, more so than originally. “Are you alright?”
“I just… it just hit me, when I woke up with you there, and it all came crashing down, the reality of it. My marriage is over…” her voice cracked and he reached his hand to her thigh, squeezing reassuringly.
“Hey… at least you know how you feel about this, and how he feels about this… If anything, cards are on the table now… Doesn’t have to be over if you really don’t want it to be. Do you?”
“I don’t know what I want… I don’t know if I can get over this… Do you?”
Harry felt his heart constrict at the realization that he did know. He’d been denied a lot in their relationship and this had really put things into perspective for him. Not only could he not dominate his wife sexually, something he would’ve never held against her- after all, he would never force that dynamic on her, he loved her and he’d been ready to bury that facet of his sexuality when he asked her to be his wife. So why couldn’t she let go of her need for more? He couldn’t even keep her to himself. He felt emasculated, worthless… and most of all, he didn’t feel loved, heard, seen.
He parked the car where the young woman instructed and after killing the engine he turned to her “I do. And I think you do, too.”
Part Two
A/N: 👀 so yeah, introducing swingrry. with all those WIPs somehow i felt the need for another one! this will have a part 2 and then that's it ahahah i'm trying to keep things shorter! hope you guys like it and are intrigued for what's to come ❤️ come talk to me abt it!
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Y/N took note of him wincing again and cleared her throat, “Well, I mean… what do you usually do? Does it just go away?”
Harry was back to grinning. She was too cute. “No, it doesn’t just go away… it can go away, but I need to be really distracted and it takes ages. Plus it’s painful, yeah.”
“So do you need to…?”
“Ideally. I mean, well. Not ideally.”
“You mean ideally you’d have sex?”
Harry chuckled at her candor. Here he was, trying to be sensible about it. “Yeah, ideally I’d fuck it out.”
Y/N’s gaze fell back on his erection and Harry was just starting to wonder why he didn’t feel weird about it but he couldn’t really follow his train of thought because what she said next threw him off track completely.
“Would a blowjob work, too?”
Harry looked at her incredulously, his mouth agape as he stammered trying to phrase a coherent reply to that. “... A blowjob? What, like– you mean, generally speaking, or–”
“Yeah. Generally speaking. But also, now in particular.”
Harry furrowed his brows taking a step closer to her. “I’m trying really hard not to misinterpret this and possibly make it even more weird, Y/N. So tell me if I’m overstepping, but did you just offer to suck me off?”
Y/N’s eyes got impossibly rounder, or so they seemed to Harry, with her pupils fully dilated. Her breathing got shallower and her bottom lip was threatening to bleed out from how she was pressing her incisors into its pillowy flesh. “Would that be the worst thing, if I did?”
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