hey girliesssss so I have not been doing so great lately unfortunately! obviously this piece is a reflection of that :) I've said it before in another fic that I have POTS (posture orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) which long story short means my heart rate goes rlly high when i stand up or when I'm in hot water/temperatures. and a few weeks ago I got so dizzy in the shower i literally almost passed out so yeah this is how i imagine harry would handle that :)
if you want more info on POTS feel free to ask!!! I will give you all the info I have or there's lots of websites you can get information from! anyways enjoy :)
"Harry?" your voice was soft as you peeked your head into the living room.
He hummed in response, not taking his eyes off the book he was reading.
"Do you think you could help me with something?"
This prompted his attention. He looked up at you, smiling slightly as he put the book down and stood up. He stretched his arms up over his head, letting out a soft groan as he tilted his head to stretch his stiff neck muscles. "Of course, baby, what do you need?" He asked, making his way across the room to you.
"Um- it's kind of awkward," you said, a faint blush heating your face as you looked down at the floor.
"I'm sure it's fine, is something wrong?" he asked gently, tipping his head down to try and meet your eyes.
"Not wrong, i guess, but I was wondering if you could help me shower? If you think it's weird you definitely don't have to, but i just always feel bad under the hot water and it makes me feel so much worse when i lift my arms above my head to wash my hair and-"
He cut you off with a gentle hand on your hip. "Of course I can help you. It's not weird at all, i promise. I want to do anything I can to make you feel better."
You bit the inside of your cheek, anxiously going over all the possible scenarios in your head. "Okay, but only if you're sure it's not weird, because sometimes my legs get really red and I get dizzy and the whole thing just makes me feel really gross and sick-"
"Hey, hey," he gently cut off your nervous rambling once again. "I don't know who told you it's weird or gross, but i promise it's not a big deal for me. All I ever want to do is help you and make you feel better."
While you didn't love the idea of him seeing you in such a vulnerable and probably unattractive position, you really did need to have your hair washed. The amount of energy it took to complete this task simply wasn't worth it, especially not when you had someone right here who was fully willing to help you out and make it easier for you.
You nodded decisively. "Okay. But only-"
"I'm sure, baby," he promised. Somehow he knew where that sentence was going before you had even spoken. He grinned teasingly, giving your hip a little pat as he said, "Let's go, before you manage to talk yourself out of it."
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"Too hot?" Harry asked, his hand already on the shower knob in case he needed to adjust the temperature.
You shook your head, letting the warm water run down your shoulders and back. "It's just right."
He nodded. "Can i start with your hair?"
"Mhm, it's the teal bottle."
He reached for the bottle you gestured at, flipping the lid open and pouring a generous amount into his hand. "Tilt your head back," he said softly.
You did as he instructed, stepping out of the stream of water and closing your eyes. He massaged his fingers around gently, making sure to saturate every part of your hair with the citrusy soap. Once he was satisfied, he guided you back under the showerhead and tilted your head in the correct position to rinse your hair. He did all the work for you, moving your head around and shielding your eyes from any stray water droplets. Once he was sure he had cleared your hair of any remaining bubbles, he lifted your head and gently kissed your cheek.
"Done?" You asked, returning his gesture with a small smile.
"With the shampoo. You feeling okay?"
"I'm fine," you nodded. "Usually I only feel bad when i have to put my arms above my head."
He pouted slightly. "I'm so sorry, honey. Does this happen every time you shower?"
You nodded, avoiding eye contact.
"Why didn't you tell me? I could have been helping you a long time ago."
"I didn't want to worry you, or make you do anything you didn't want to," you admitted sheepishly.
"You could never," he promised. "I always want to do anything I can to help you."
Your eyes began to well up with tears at how sweet he was being.
"Oh, no, please don't cry!" He stepped closer to you in the small space, his face twisting with concern. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset-"
"You didn't," you cut him off with a small sniffle. "I'm just... i love you so much."
"I love you too," he said, clearly very relieved now that he knew the reason for the mistiness in your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body to his under the warm stream of water. You stood with him for a minute, listening to the steady beating of his heart. You compared that to your own, which was running at least twice as fast as his. Something you should have probably prepared Harry for.
"Oh also, my heart is beating super fast right now, but that's normal, it's just from the hot water. I'm not dying or anything," you explained casually.
"Good to know," he laughed slightly. "Do you want me to turn it cooler? If it's making you feel sick at all-"
"It's not, I'm fine, I just thought i would tell you in case you wondered why it felt like a jackhammer in my chest."
He laughed again, shaking his head at how casually you explained the whole thing. He would never understand how you managed; how you could be so lightheaded about something that caused you so much pain and discomfort.
"Is it all right if I do your conditioner now? Or if you're not feeling good, we can get out and try again in a few hours," he offered.
"I'm okay," you reassured him for the hundredth time. "Thank you for checking, though."
Once he was sure you were okay to continue, Harry began the same process as with your shampoo. He guided you out of the spray of the water and began spreading the smooth conditioner down the length of your hair. He made sure every strand was completely coated, paying much more attention than you ever did when you did it yourself.
"This is a crucial step," he explained. "How else will you get your hair to be silky and luscious like mine?"
Once he was completely done with your hair, his eyes traveled to the pink loofah hanging from the shower caddy. "Do you want me to keep going? If you're not comfortable with that, you can do the body wash yourself, and I can stay in case you need help. Or I can leave if you want me to."
"Oh! I can do it myself if you don't want to," you said, feeling a little embarrassed. "You've helped so much, you don't have to do any more."
His face softened. "Baby, that's not what I meant at all," he said. "I just mean, I'll do whatever you're comfortable with. If you want me to wash you, then I absolutely will. But if you don't, I won't be upset at all. Just want to do whatever you're okay with."
"There you go again, being the absolute sweetest," you smiled, feeling the slight sting of tears starting to form in your eyes again. "You can do it."
"Alright," he smiled, pulling the loofah off it's hook. He flipped open the top of your body wash, inhaling deeply at the familiar scent. "I love this stuff," he declared. "It makes you smell so good."
"I'm sure it makes me irresistible to you," you joked, turning slightly at his prompting.
"Absolutely irresistible," he agreed. He set the soap back on the shelf, turning back to you with a loofah full of bubbles. "Come on, let's make you smell nice."
Just like with everything else today, Harry was very gentle while he washed you. He moved the loofah in slow circles, making sure he covered every inch of you in soap. He scrubbed from your shoulders, all down your arms to the tips of your fingers, and back up again. He spread a few bubbles onto your back, but then used his hands to massage the soap around. He pressed a little harder on spots he figured might be sore, getting a few grateful sighs from you in return.
Overall, everything was going well. That is, until he got down to washing your legs. He had dropped to his knees, and he told you to hold onto his shoulders while he picked up one of your legs. He placed it on his lap, scrubbing your skin with the same gentle movements he had applied everywhere else.
You closed your eyes, enjoying his soft hands and the pleasant smell of the soap, but unfortunately, your relaxed state didn't last long. You started to feel the beginnings of nausea, so you placed your other hand against the wall to steady yourself. To your dismay, the feeling only got worse. You opened your eyes only to see black spots dotting the corners of your vision. You started to feel lightheaded, and you knew this was not going to end well if you didn't act quickly.
"Harry," you managed to get out, though your voice was small. "I'm feeling... really bad."
His head shot up to look at you, taking in the way your eyes had closed again and how you were swaying slightly. He dropped the loofah immediately, setting your leg back down on the floor of the shower before he stood. He kept his hands on you the whole time, making sure you wouldn't lose your balance even with how dizzy you were.
"You're alright, it's going to be okay," he soothed, helping you down onto the floor slowly. "Just lean on me. I won't let you fall."
He sat with his back against the shower wall, supporting your head in his lap as you let your arms fall limp.
"Can you turn the-"
Before you even finished your sentence, Harry was reaching up to make the water cooler.
"Thank you."
"Of course," he said softly. "Still feeling dizzy?"
You nodded, not bothering to open your eyes. "I think I'm..." Your sentence tapered off, and your head fell slightly to the side. Thankfully, Harry knew exactly how to respond in this situation. He pressed his hand to the side of your face, gently bringing your head back into his lap so you wouldn't be straining any muscles. He stroked his other hand through your hair softly, humming quietly to himself as he counted the seconds in his head. After he reached about 30, he began to get a little worried. But then, before he could panic too much, you began to slowly shift in his lap. He breathed out a big sigh of relief, bending over more to look at you.
"You coming back to me, love?" He asked quietly, stroking his thumb against your cheek. He gave you a few moments, not sure if you were fully awake yet. After a few more seconds had passed, he spoke again. "Can you hear me, honey?"
You moaned softly, turning your head away from him. "I'm okay," you mumbled.
"I'm very glad to hear that," he said, continuing his soothing movements. "Gave me a little scare there."
"I'm sorry," you winced, turning back to look at him. "I tried not to, but i just got so dizzy."
He frowned. "It's not something you ever need to apologize for, not ever. I never want you to feel guilty for this kind of thing. I only meant I was worried about you, not that it was a problem for me to take care of you. It will never be a problem- i will always take care of you. Okay?"
"Okay," you replied softly, looking into his eyes. "Can we get out of here? I am very uncomfortable on this floor."
He laughed, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. "Leave it to you to diffuse very scary situations with jokes," he pulled back, shaking his head. "Yes we can, I just need to rinse the rest of the soap off of you."
He first helped you sit up, insisting you wait for a minute like that to make sure the dizziness was completely gone, then very slowly he helped you stand all the way up. He had you lean against him as he guided you under the lukewarm water to rinse off the rest of the bubbles, then he turned the water off and opened the shower door. He grabbed your towel first, wrapping it around you and making sure you were settled before he reached for his own.
"You still doing okay? It might be better if you sat down- I can bring you your clothes."
As much as you hated to be so dependent on Harry, you knew he was right. "If you could go grab my pajamas, that would be great," you smiled, slowly moving to a sitting position with your back leaned against the shower wall.
"I'll be right back," he promised. "Don't get up to anything crazy while I'm gone."
"I'll do my very best," you smiled. "I'll do my very best."
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"I'm surprised you're agreeing with me so easily, usually you fight me so hard when I try to get you to rest," Harry commented, helping you into your pajama pants.
"Oh, normally I would, I'm just too tired right now," you grinned. "Once I take a nap, it's over for you."
"I'm sure it is," he laughed. "Come on then, let's get in bed."
You looked at him in surprise. "I didn't mean you have to- it's barely after noon."
"Yeah, but I want to stay with you," he insisted. "In case you need anything."
"I'll be sleeping," you argued. "It's pretty hard to need things when you're unconscious."
"What if you wake up and need something?" he argued right back. "I'm not going anywhere; you can't get rid of me that easily."
You smiled, shaking your head. "If you insist."
"I do."
"Alright then, lead the way."
Once you were both settled under the blankets, Harry pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
"I'm sorry you have to do all this for me," you said quietly.
Even in the darkness, you knew he was frowning. "Please stop apologizing. I told you, I don't mind taking care of you at all. I just hate that you have to go through this. I wish i could take it all away, and make you feel better."
"You do make me feel better," you said. "Every single day." This time it was you who kissed his cheek, and you could practically feel him blushing as your lips brushed his skin.
"I love you so much," he said softly.
"I love you even more."
"Not possible," he argued. "I love you the most."
Harry pulled you even closer into his arms, and you fell asleep feeling safe, and happy, and loved
Summary:Ā Where y/n's husband opens up her marriage and she meets Harry on Tinder...
Warning: Smut, oral (f & m recieving), penetration, dirty talk (degradation & praise), spanking, squirting, I think that's it?
Word count:Ā 13.5k+
Author's note: Hellooo long time no see! It feels like forever since I posted anything and I do apologise for that my brain was taking a hiatus apparently but hopefully I can get back into the groove! This probably needs editing but I hope you like it anywayy.
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āSoā¦ do you do this a lot?ā
āWhat do you mean?ā You took a sip of your wine, trying to sate the erratic nerves jumping within the walls of your body. Not even a few drinks before you arrived to your date could save you.Ā
āGo on Tinder dates.āĀ
Harry, the man who effortlessly charmed you when your friends encouraged you to swipe right on him seemed as relaxed as ever. He had this calm and sensual aura about him that existed through every little thing he did. His smile, the way he thanked the waitress, the way he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and guided you to the table with a hand on the small of your back. Everything.Ā
It was all a little too charming for your first date back in the game. Part of you even wished it would be a disaster. Then you reminded yourself that there had to be a first date. That you had to reclaim your desirability and get back into the dating scene to find yourself again. It had been three months after all, nearly four since your marriage blew up in your face and everything about your life changed.Ā
You felt like you were ready. Or at least willing to give it a crack.
āYou seem a little nervous, thatās why I ask. I didnāt mean to offend you.ā Harry spoke up again when you didnāt answer right away.Ā
āYou didnāt offend me,ā you assured, blushing at the way you got so caught up in the attraction of him, ābut is it really that obvious?ā You shook your head, laughing softly like the idea of actually being on a date was unfathomable. It was. To you anyway; especially given the fact that the man sitting in front of you wasnāt your husband. āThis is my first date inā¦ a while.ā
āItās not obvious.ā Harry laughed softly, running his hand through his hair. āBut itās okay to be nervous. Iām nervous too.ā
āYou are?ā Your eyes widened, āitās not because Iām married, is it? Because I put it in my profile and-ā
āItās not because youāre married,ā He assured, interrupting your clear panic. He found it quite adorable actually. āItās because I like you and I think youāre beautiful. I wouldnāt be here if I thought otherwise.ā
Oh.Ā
Harry didnāt want to overstep. He had only been chatting with you for a week before meeting in person, but he already liked you, at least from the few bits of information he learnt about you. And you were quite pretty, insanely pretty actually. Harry thought you were attractive from your profile, but seeing you in person only solidified that. It would take some serious differences between you two for him to not want to pursue things.
But this was a first date afterall and he wasnāt going to put pressure on something so fresh. You were clear before even meeting him that you werenāt looking for anything serious and Harry was happy with that. Whatever the outcome of this date, he at least wanted to make sure you had a good time. Even if it meant you two never saw each other again.
āOh.ā You felt your heart hammering in your chest at the compliment. Even his eye contact was making you a jittery mess. Harry made you nervous. Giddy even and you had barely known the man a week. āThank you.ā
Carson still complimented you, even still said he loved you, but nothing really felt the same after he wanted to open your marriage. It was like a wrecking ball to your life. Your heart broke instantly and your self esteem took the biggest hit you had ever experienced. Your own fucking husband asking to open your marriage after nearly three years of being married, six of being in a relationship. How were you supposed to take it?
He gave you those same reasons many guys give when they want to open a relationship; that you just didnāt fulfill his needs sexually anymore and that he needed more to be satisfied. You tried to explain that youād be willing to explore his fantasies if he just communicated them, especially since he had been the one leading a very vanilla (but good) sex life since you two got married, but he didnāt like that idea.Ā
You came to the conclusion there was someone else. Carson denied it and told you he still loved you, but you couldnāt ignore the gut feeling that this was all some fucked up coverup to excuse cheating. So you said no. Safe to say that didnāt work out because a divorce ultimatum and three months later and you were here, trying to reap the benefits from an open relationship you were too reluctant to explore.Ā
Carson of course was happy to follow the rules you two set and be out nearly every damn night with someone, but you could never bring yourself to do it. You were still hung up on the hurt and pure embarassment you felt being forced to open a marriage you thought was happy. In the end you realised that you deserved the pleasure Carson was getting from someone else. You deserve to be desired and taken out on dates. It didnāt seem fair that only one person was benefitting.
āYouāre welcome, love.ā Harry smiled, āletās just not put any pressure on it, okay? No expectations or anything. Weāll just get to know each other and see where the night takes us.ā
You liked the sound of that. You liked the sound of him calling you āloveā even more.Ā
āOkay,ā you nodded, āI like the idea of that.ā
āGood.ā Harry raised his wine glass in a toast and you couldnāt help but feel a little mesmerised by the sight of his ringed fingers wrapped around the glass. Shaking yourself out of it, you raised yours as well. āTo us.ā He offered.
āTo us.ā
The date with Harry went far better than you ever couldāve expected. He was sweet and charming and all the things that drew you to him via text were even better in person. You two had far more in common than you realised and even the things you didnāt only added so much interest to the conversation. He made you laugh harder than you had for months and was the perfect gentleman all night.Ā
You two didnāt sleep together, not that you went into this date wanting to sleep with him anyway because you werenāt really sure what to expect, but you came out of it hoping heād offer to walk you up to your hotel door and maybe continue walking you right to your bed. Harry didnāt do that of course and instead offered you a kiss on your cheek and an invitation for dinner again next week, but that only made you want him more.
Leading up to the date was so overstimulating and so much all at once that you decided to book a room at the hotel in the same complex as your dinner (which he so kindly paid for), just so youād have time in a clean environment to process your thoughts afterwards.Ā
Carson was out with his girlfriend April tonight, as thatās what she was to him now, so he wouldnāt be home anyway. But you didnāt want to be getting ready in your own room near the bed you and your husband shared, only to return to it after a date that couldāve been terrible. You wanted something just for you so no matter the outcome and no matter how you felt about it, you had somewhere free from any memories relating to your marriage.
When Harry offered the second date, you told him youād think about it. He understood, took it like a great guy (the bare minimum, yes, but you were also expecting him to be too good to be true) then waited until you were in the closing doors of the elevator to say goodnight. It didnāt take long after you were clean and in the comfort of a fresh Carson-free bed that you texted Harry to let him know how much you enjoyed the date and that you would like to join him for dinner next week.
He was nice and handsome and you had a really good time with him. The thought of seeing him again made you giddy and you wanted to hang onto that feeling.
Harry: Iām glad it didnāt take you too long to think about it. I had a wonderful night. X
You were practically giggling as you read the text, feeling like a little girl dating a cute guy she liked for the very first time. It was exhilarating. Only one date in and you already understood the appeal Carson was talking about, as much as you wanted to disagree with him.
You: Iām glad. Goodnight Harry x
Harry: Goodnight, love. Sleep well x
//
āSo what did you get up to last night?ā Carson asked, āyou have a nice night away?ā
āI went on a date, actually.ā Your back was facing towards him as you unpacked your overnight bag. Even though you couldnāt see him, you could practically feel the surprise radiating off him.
āOh, really? With who?ā Carson walked around until he was in your eyeline. He was trying not to act surprised, but you could see it even better with him in front of you that he was. His tone didnāt come off judgemental though and if it did youād have a few things you could throw back at him. He couldnāt really say anything when you had remained silent on all his flings and relationships.Ā
āHis nameās Harry. I met him on tinder.ā You shrugged, being honest but trying not to appear too excited about the whole thing. Carson didnāt need to know you thought about Harry before you went to sleep, or that you spent a good half an hour on the phone with your friends squealing about your date with him.
āThatās great.ā Carsonās reply seemed genuine and he held that kind smile that you fell in love with. āHow was it? Did he treat you right?ā
āIt was really good, actually,ā you paused your unpacking and looked at your husband, seeing the kindness in his eyes as he listened attentively to what you were saying. You wished heād look like that all the time. āHe was the perfect gentleman and weāre going on another date next week.ā
āHe mustāve really liked you then,ā he teased.Ā
Carson was just joking and being quite civil about the entire thing, but you still felt that churning in your stomach. It would never feel normal talking about a date with someone else, even if it was your date instead of his now.Ā
āI guess so. It was only one date though.ā
āDid you sleep together?ā Then came the dreaded question.Ā
You both agreed that you had to disclose when you slept with another person and a condom always had to be used. No details had to be shared and it was preferred that there werenāt any, but for your own health and safety, you had to share it with each other. It only really mattered when you two were having sex with each other, which, with work and Carsonās busy schedule with other people, only happened once a month if that on your scheduled weekend together.Ā
Opening the marriage seemed to completely eradicate that part of your relationship and while you were unsatisfied, you couldnāt really find it in yourself to try and change that. Not with Carson at least.Ā
āNo. You know Iād tell you if we did.ā You didnāt really want to talk about it anymore, not when this conversation was ruining your once-happy mood.
āI know,ā Carson replied softly, moving forward to place his hands on your hips. āI love you, you know that. I hope you find some joy in Harry, or whoever. Whatever makes you happy, y/n. Thatās all I want for you.ā
That felt like the biggest load of shit ever but you chose not to say that.
So you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to remember when you used to do it and not feel a sense of dread. āI love you too.ā
//
You went on a few dates with Harry. You tried to plan things around when Carson was busy so you wouldnāt be stuck at home thinking about what he was doing and that seemed to do the trick because you hadnāt thought about him once on any of the dates you had with Harry.Ā
Things had progressed to a goodbye kiss then a hello kiss when you decided to be a little brave and greet him with one when he picked you up one Saturday morning. And God Harry just knew how to kiss. Even a peck was delicious. His mouth was so soft and sweet and the way he held your face or your waist while kissing you made your entire body light on fire. The more time you spent with him, the more desperate you were becoming to sleep with him.
But Harry was such a gentleman. You didnāt want anything serious and he knew that and yet he hadnāt made the first move. Kissing you was as far as he got and when things started to get a little heated when you two said goodbye, it would always end far too prematurely for your liking.Ā
In your head, a lot of men just wanted to have sex and most of the time did anything and everything to get there before moving on once their post-nut clarity hit. Thatās kind of what you expected from Harry. Someone so good-looking and out of your league could find sex easily so you assumed heād be eager to sleep with you. That was part of the allure, wasnāt it? To sleep with a married woman? The nasty, scandalous thrill of being with someone that belonged to someone else.
Yet Harry never treated you like that, in fact, he didnāt even bring up your marriage unless you started the conversation. Harry just treated you like someone genuinely interested in getting to know you.Ā
āCan I ask you something?āĀ
It was only your third date. This conversation shouldāve come up earlier, maybe even on one of the many text conversations or calls you had, but you were a little caught up in his charm and romance to think about it then and you wanted to see his reaction in person. In the very beginning you werenāt even sure if youād be seeing him again but now that you were up to date three and he just never brought up the fact that you were marriedā¦ well you wanted to know why. He knew your marriage was open but you didnāt quite understand why was he okay with it? There had to be a reason, right?Ā
āOf course you can.ā He leaned back against the chair and tucked his elbow on the edge of the balcony you two were sitting at. It was a picturesque little cafe overlooking a river and it truly felt like you two were on some romantic holiday. The sun was gorgeous even despite the cold breeze and Harry looked effortlessly handsome.Ā
āWhy do youā¦ I donāt know how to put it.ā You sat a bit straighter in your chair, fiddling with the rings on your fingers. Your wedding ring. You werenāt sure why you still wore it on your dates with Harry, but it was a habit and you were married. āYou never bring up Carson or the fact that Iām married and I want to know whyā¦ā
āWhy I donāt care?ā He asked, finishing off your sentence.Ā
āYeahā¦ā You nodded, āI guess I just donāt get it. Youāre a lot younger than me-ā
āIām 27 and itās only five years.ā He corrected, looking quite amused by your comment. Five years was a big gap when he was younger than you, at least you thought so.Ā
āStill.ā You pressed, āYouāre young and Iām married. I just donāt understand why youāre choosing to go out with me and not someone else. And the fact that youāre okay with my marriage it justā¦ I donāt know.ā You looked away for a moment, needing to break free from his eye contact so you werenāt completely swept up in it. āIām not sure if Iād be the same. Iām not the same and Iām the one whoās married.ā
āIāve been married beforeā¦āĀ
Well, you certainly didnāt expect that.
āWhat?ā Your eyes widened and Harry nearly laughed at how shocked you were.
āI was only 20 at the time and it was stupid to say the least but we were happy and in love and marriage seemed like the answer to all our problems.ā He smiled at the memory, tracing his finger around the rim of his water glass as he thought back to that time in his life.Ā
āAnd it wasnāt?ā
āNo.ā He chuckled, sighing while running a hand through his hair. āMarriage caused more problems than it was worth. Steph and I were broke and both in school. We could barely afford our degrees let alone rent and it just caused so many arguments. Too many arguments. We still loved each other and we made it work but over timeā¦ the love faded.ā Harry shrugged. This felt like too intense of a conversation for breakfast, but you werenāt really expecting to find out about a marriage.Ā
āWowā¦ā You breathed. āIām sorry. Um, how long were you two married?ā
āThree years. We were just too young and going through too many changes. In the end, we were more like roommates than husband and wife. Didnāt have sex for the last six months because we were too busy working and emotionally disconnecting from each other.ā He looked out to the water, turning back to finish off his point. āAnyway. What Iām trying to say is that shit happens. Relationships arenāt clear-cut. I can tell youāre not just trying to get some exciting thrill by cheating on your husband so as far as Iām concerned itās just you and me.ā Harry bumped his foot against yours under the table, smirking ever so slightly. āIf that changes Iām sure youāll let me know.ā
Harry spoke about it in such a respectful way. You imagined it was far messier than he made it out to be, but he didnāt blame Steph or attack her character to make himself the good guy in all of it. It was refreshing and mature. Was it bad that him being married before only made him more attractive?
Maybe it was because you now knew that he understood you.Ā
āThatās a veryā¦ refreshing outlook, Harry.ā
āRefreshing?ā He chuckled, āNo. Realistic.ā He leaned forward and clasped his hands on the table, nudging your foot again. āAnd to answer your other question, the reason Iām out with you and not āsomebody elseā is because I like you. I told you that on our very first date and Iāll say it again. I like you. Simple.ā
āYou act like things are so easy.ā You laughed, blushing at his honesty.Ā
āThey can be.ā He reached for your hand, threading your fingers together before squeezing. āIt feels easy with you.ā
Yeahā¦ it did.Ā
To make things worseā¦ or better? his admission only made you more insatiable for him. Nothing he said was remotely casual, but it had also been a long time since you were dating. Aside from Carson, only one other man had touched you, so you didnāt really have a good gauge on navigating new beginnings or sex with a new person. You knew how to please a man but all your skills were honed in on one man.Ā
So when Harry offered to host dinner at his house for your next date, your stomach was a mixture of nerves and pure excitement. You hadnāt been there before, but with his invitation to stay the night, you didnāt really care what his place looked like, just that he had a nice clean bed to fuck you on.Ā
You never thought youād be in this position, but you also never thought youād be in an open marriage with a man you imagined building a family with. You didnāt see that happening now, but what you did see was you enjoying yourself and getting to explore another man for the first time in years.
Harry wouldnāt have just invited you to spend the night if he wasnāt interested in sleeping with you. He didnāt fit into the dump-and-run stereotype you created in your head, but he sure as hell wasnāt uninterested in sex. He practically oozed it from his fucking pores.Ā
āY/n!ā Harry beamed, opening the door with a big charming grin. He looked gorgeous and you were taken aback at just how good-looking he was. He told you to dress casually and while he matched the criteria with a pair of jeans and a loose white button-up, he looked anything but casual.Ā
āHi,ā you smiled, stepping inside. You barely made it into the doorway before he grabbed your overnight back from your shoulder, slung it on his and then cupped your face to bring you in for a kiss. You gasped a little into his mouth, humming when you relaxed into it and grabbed onto the sides of his mouth to reciprocate.Ā
It felt so young kissing like this; languid and passionately right in the open doorway of his house where anyone who drove or walked past could see. But you didnāt really care who saw when he was nudging you against the doorway and crowding you with his body. It wasnāt an innocent kiss thatās for sure.Ā
His mouth moved expertly against yours, tongue sliding against the seam of your mouth until it was brushing against yours. He grabbed onto your waist, pulling you flush against him until he was consuming every part of you. It was delirious the way he sucked on your tongue and groaned at the taste of your mouth.Ā
If this was setting the tone for the evening, you could barely wait.Ā
āDid you miss me or something?ā You joked, breathing heavily as the kiss broke.Ā
He smiled, nodding while running his thumb over your mouth. He dragged his eyes over your body, taking in your nice fitting jeans and top with the most perfect amount of cleavage he could die. You were radiant. āVery much so.āĀ
God.
āCome in, love. Itās cold out.ā Harry stepped out of the way properly this time, closing the door behind you while you looked around his entranceway.Ā
āShoes off?ā
āIf you donāt mind.ā
āOf course.āĀ
Harry walked you straight through to his living area. It was a warm, inviting home with soft lighting and lots of texture. He had a musical influence throughout but in the most tasteful way ever. Posters, vinyls and a gorgeous record player front and centre in his living room. His style was envying and you wished Carson would let you do even half the things Harry had done to his house.Ā
You could see yourself being very comfortable here.Ā
āYour house is gorgeous, Harry.ā You complimented, looking around the space in awe.Ā
āThank you.ā He gushed, setting your bag down on one of his armchairs before walking into the kitchen. āI originally hired an interior designer then ended up picking all her opposite choices. I think I did an okay job.ā
āI think so.ā You agreed, following him to the island bench. The entire house was fragrant. It was a mixture of some citrusy candle, whatever delicious dish was in the oven and his cologne. It was intoxicating. āUgh and it smells so good in here. What is that?ā you practically moaned.
āAlfredo chicken pasta.ā Harry mused, grabbing a bottle of red from his wine fridge. āI know you like it. Thought I should try and impress you for our first at home date.ā
āSo far itās working. Just need to wait until itās in my mouth for the final verdict.ā You replied, pressing your hip to the bench while looking at him. āCanāt give you a raving review before Iāve tried it, can I?ā
If Harry set the tone with the kiss, you set the tone with your words and those flirty eyes of yours. He pressed his tongue into his cheek, nearly audibly moaning at the double entendre. Harry had been holding back on how badly he wanted you since the first date.Ā
There was an instant fire between you. Chemistry he had been wanting to act upon for weeks. But he knew this was the first relationship for you since your husband suggested opening your marriage and he didnāt want to push things. You two spoke about it extensively after the third date when you wanted to clear the air to figure out what Harry got from this.Ā
Harry got pure pleasure. To him it was simple. He enjoyed your company and you seemed genuine in what you told him about your situation, so why wouldnāt he pursue things with you?
āYouāre a smart woman.ā Harry smirked, pouring the red wine into both wine glasses he had set on the bench before your arrival. āActions speak louder than words, donāt they?ā The way he looked at you nearly had you sweating.Ā
āItās an age-old saying, after all.ā You mused, thanking him once he passed you a glass. āTo us?ā
āTo our first night together.ā He clinked his glass against yours, eliciting a smile that had you trying to hide how nervous he truly made you feel. It had been a while since you got butterflies in the presence of a man.Ā
āNow, tell me all about your day. Mustāve been pretty relaxing if you had so much time to get all pretty for me.ā He teased, reaching out to pluck at the hem of your shirt.Ā
āYeah right.ā You snorted, jumping straight into all the problems you encountered during your work day.Ā
Dinner went perfect as it usually did. You both laughed and drank and shared a delicious meal. By the time dessert came, Harry had moved from his chair opposite you to sit right beside you, deciding to play a game with the few mini dishes he made. He didnāt really explain why he chose to make multiple options, only that you had to guess what each one is.Ā
You werenāt really going to stop him from feeding you, were you?Ā
āOkay keep your eyes closed.ā He prompted, walking over to the table with the long plate housing the mini desserts.Ā
āOkay! Okay theyāre closed.ā You shuffled in your chair, trying not to sneak a peek even if you wanted to.Ā
āKeep them closed.ā He warned again, his arm brushing yours as he set the plate onto the table.Ā
āThey are.ā You defended.Ā
āHow many fingers?ā Harry sat right next to you, waving two fingers in front of your face.Ā
āHarry!ā
āOkay.ā He laughed. Harry grabbed one of the dessert spoons and took a small chunk from the first dessert before bringing it close to your face. āAny guesses?ā
āSmells warm.ā You guessed, breathing in the delicious cinnamon-or was it caramel? āCaramel?ā
āVery good, Angel.ā He praised, unintentionally making your breath hitch. That little bit of praise hit you right in the belly, making a swarm of butterflies flutter all over. āOpen your mouth.ā
Shit. If only he was asking you to open your mouth for something else.Ā
You did as instructed and widened your mouth, rubbing your palms up and down your thighs. He brought the spoon to your mouth, letting you suck it clean before removing it. āDo you have a guess?ā
āMmh.ā You hummed softly, savoring the taste of the dessert you had on your first date. āSticky date pudding?ā
āAtta girl!ā He cheered. āWell done.ā
If he praised you one more timeā¦ god you almost felt pathetic at how turned on you were getting. And over food.Ā
āCan I open my eyes now?ā You whispered, wanting to look at him.Ā
āNope. Next one.ā He took a spoon from the next dessert and repeated the same movements, holding it in front of your nose so you could smell it first. āWhat can you smell?ā
āCustard maybe? Vanilla?āĀ
āYeahā¦ on the right track.ā He mused, āopen up.ā Then once again he fed you the spoon.Ā
āOh thatās so good.ā You practically moaned, feeling his thumb brush against your mouth to wipe away a bit of custard. He sucked his thumb clean of it, watching you enjoy the dessert. Your moans of appreciation were hitting him harder than he thought they would but he just couldnāt help himself. You were moaning over something he made. He could only imagine what youād sound like moaning over his cock or his mouth. āIs itā¦ like a custard croissant cake or pudding? Whatever you call it.ā
āYou know your desserts. Iām impressed.ā
āWe had it on our second date, Harry.ā And thatās when it clicked. āAre these desserts weāve had on our dates?āĀ
āMaybe. Depends if you can guess the last one. Now open up pretty girl.ā At his last instruction you opened your mouth and your eyes at the same time, looking right at him. āHeyy. Thatās cheating.ā He complained, feeding it to you.Ā
There was something erotic about the way you sucked that spoon clean, even going as far as plucking it from Harryās fingers so you could get all the chocolate from it. āI knew it was chocolate pudding before you even fed it to me.ā You whispered, looking down at the nicely plated dish. āDid you really make dishes weāve had on our dates?ā
āMaybe.ā He repeated, scanning his eyes along your side profile. āToo much?ā
No. Fuck, you were about ready to jump his bones.Ā
āNo.ā You shook your head and set the spoon down. āThis isā¦ this is really thoughtful. Thank you.ā
It was romantic. Everything about this date was romantic.Ā
āYouāre welcome.ā Harry murmured, eyes flickering down to your mouth. A playful smile emerged on his mouth and you could just tell something was up.Ā
āWhat?ā You chuckled.Ā
āYouāve got something here.ā He reached out to cup your face, swiping your mouth clean like he did before. āSee? Mustāve liked the chocolate pudding.āĀ
Before he had a chance to lick it clean himself, you grabbed his hand and brought his thumb to your mouth. His lips parted and his eyes darkened as he watched you wrap your lips around it, sucking on it gently.Ā
āItās goodā¦ā you whispered, eyes fluttering when he cupped your jaw. The heat rising in the room was almost unbearable. Every second felt like an hour, every flick of his eyes between your own and your mouth like a century. The touch of his pinky grazing your neck had you shivering and all you wanted-no, craved was his mouth on yours. You bit your lip, releasing it with a pop before breathing out a soft laugh. āSo are you going to kiss me or-ā
You couldnāt say another word because Harry had already slid his hand back to thread through your hair and pulled you right in for a kiss. You whimpered as your lips met in a soft kiss. It started gently, but as the seconds went by and your hands ended up in his hair, it was getting hot and heavy.Ā
āHarryā¦ā you sighed, breaking when you needed to breathe.Ā
āGod I love kissing you.ā He murmured, tipping your head back so he could kiss along your jaw towards your neck.Ā
āIā¦ā you swallowed thickly while rubbing your hands down his neck towards his shirt buttons. You were desperate to see more of his skin. To feel more of it. āI want you.ā
Harry paused, breathing heavily while pulling back to look at you. His lips were already swollen; all pink and yummy looking and his eyes had this dark look in them. It was a look you were sure you had given him countless times. When your heavy kisses got cut short or when you were forced to say goodnight when you really wanted to invite him in. You were sure you were giving it to him now.Ā
āI want you. Really fucking bad.ā He admitted, reaching to push your hair back from your face. āI just donāt want to rush you, baby. I didnāt invite you over expecting anything and-shit.ā Harryās eyes widened as you bit the bullet and ripped your shirt off before putting it down on your lap.Ā
You were everything he imagined youād be. No. You were better. Gorgeous in every way and in one of the prettiest bras he had ever seen. You couldāve worn anything though and he still wouldāve thought that. But Jesus.Ā Ā
āYouāre not rushing me.ā You whispered, ābut I am wearing matching underwear so you can rush that if you want toā¦ā
Harry swooped in again, holding your face in both hands to kiss you. āI want to.ā He practically moaned, ābut Iām not rushing anything with you. Iāve wanted to do this for a long time.ā
āGood.ā You smiled softly, sliding your palms over his chest before undoing the top button. āGood.ā You barely whispered the word before kissing him again.Ā
Harry pulled you closer by your hips, nudging your shirt to the ground so your legs thread into each other. He ran his hands over your torso, your waist and your arms while you worked on unbuttoning his shirt. His skin was warm and soft and you were addicted to the feeling of his chest hairs against your hands.Ā
He undid your pants, draping the zipper down before making the executive decision to stand up and force you up as well with his hands on your hips. Your pants and top fell to the floor with ease and he was quick to push the dessert plate and cutlery out of the way so he could pick you up and set you on the edge of the table.Ā
He was obsessed with how your body felt in his hands and under his lips and he wanted to explore every inch of you. He let his mouth trail along your collarbones and neck, down to the clevage spilling from your bra. You were so soft and sweet, so plush in his hands. Harry never wanted this to end and it had barely started. He hadnāt even tasted you yetā¦
āYouāre so goddamn beautiful, y/n.ā Harry breathed, taking a moment to just look at you. He reached in to kiss you gently while massaging your thighs, sliding his fingers so close to the edge of your underwear without brushing them at all. āCan I touch you?āĀ
āYes.ā You nodded eagerly, fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck. That was when you caught sight of the twinking diamond on your ring finger. The reminder that despite all verbal permission given by your husband as per your arrangement, you were still going to sleep with another man while married. āCan I ask a favour, though. Before weā¦ do anything?ā
āOf course.ā He urged, eyes softening. āAnything. What is it?ā
His gaze was so softā¦ so endearing. Harry showed more care for what you were saying than your husband did in the months he was off dating other people. Probably for months before that too.Ā
You breathed out heavily, heart thumping in your ears as you pulled your ring finger off and played with it in your hands. āWill you put this in your pocket? I donāt want it on for this. I just want it to be you and me.ā
āIāll keep it safe.ā Harry promised, holding his palm flat for you to put the ring on. āEven if you wore it, it would still be you and me, y/n.ā He assured, sliding the ring into the tiny pocket at the front of his jeans.Ā
āIt wouldnāt.ā You whispered, smiling softly while reaching forward to kiss him again. āIt is now, though.ā
Harry moaned into the kiss, pulling you closer to him so he had better access to you. Then he went back to just touching you. Caressing you. He palmed at your breasts and your thighs and your bellyā¦ everywhere he could.Ā
Carson knew how to make you cum, but Harry didnāt and that was almost better. He didnāt skip through to the end, to what he knew would work. No, Harry took his sweet time running his hands and his mouth over your body, trying to figure out what you liked best. He wanted to memorise the little jerks or squeezes of your thighs the prettiest soft whimpers if he touched you just so.Ā
Harry loved the first time he slept with someone knew. It was a new experience and an entirely new set of likes and dislikes for him to explore. And after you dressed up so nice for him and wore what wouldāve had to be the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen, Harry couldnāt have been more excited. He had been waiting for this since the moment he met you face to face.Ā
āWhat do you like?ā Harry breathed, smoothing his hands over your stomach up towards your breasts. They slipped under the cups of your bra to push it above your nipples so he could pinch them in both hands. āTell me. Please.ā He was almost desperate, needing to know how he could please you.
āI like what youāre doing now. I likeā¦ā You swallowed, whimpering ever so slightly when he pinched your right nipple a little harder, āI like when you look at meā¦ā
āWhat else?ā Harry murmured, keeping his eyes laced with yours as he dipped down to tug at your nipple with his teeth instead. He soothed the ache with his tongue; all hot and slick. All you could think about was his tongue being somewhere else. Getting head was a rare commodity in your house. Carson was quite decent at it, actually, but it was one of those things where it took forever for you to cum. You both worked demanding jobs so when you got time or needed release, it was usually something quick to get the job done.Ā
But god, youād kill to be eaten out.Ā
āFuckā¦ā you gasped, running a hand through his soft hair. While you were nervous about sleeping with a new man, there was one thing marriage life did prepare you for; saying what you wanted. You had no problems telling Harry exactly what you liked. āI like dirty talk too. I like to be praisedā¦ā you had to pause when he sucked on your nipple again, releasing it with a pop that had you shivering when the air hit the wetness left behind by his tongue. āDegraded tooā¦ā
āYeah?ā Harry cocked his head, smirking like you just unlocked something evil in him. āAnything you donāt like to be called?ā
āStupid. I donāt like being called a bitch, either.āĀ
āWouldnāt dream of it, pretty girl,ā Harry assured, tucking his fingers into the waistband of your pretty underwear and sliding them side to side against your skin. Harry wouldāve loved to get you completely bare for him, but there was something so sexy about fucking you while you were wearing the lingerie. You wore it for a reason, it would be a shame to let it lay on the floor for the entire night, especially when you looked so fucking good at it.Ā āTell me more. I want to know what I can do to you.ā
āItās too easy if I give you all the answers, Harry. Iāll tell you if I donāt like something.ā You teased, sitting up from the table so you could run your palms all over his chest and up to around his neck.
He was just glorious. All tanned and muscular with littered hairs that made him look so much more manly. You could only imagine what his pecs would look like all sweaty while he fucked you. You hoped heād hover over your head so you could lick at his chest and tug at that sinful cross necklace between your teeth.Ā
āCan I tell you what I want to do?ā He proposed, hooking one finger on the underside of your underwear this time, moving it towards your mound but not down enough to feel how wet you had grown for him. He was so close to dipping his fingers into your crease. So close to being able to please you.Ā
āPleaseā¦ā You breathed, eager and so damn desperate for anything.
āI want to fuck you while youāre wearing this,ā he snapped at the fabric, maintaining direct eye contact with you. Oh, Jesus. Between his eye contact and his sultry tone, you were going dizzy at how direct he was being. You loved it. āThen I want to strip you naked and watch you bounce on my cock. Forwardsā¦ backwards.ā He groaned at the thought and grabbed onto your ass, firmly pulling you closer to the edge of the dining table until his lips brushed with yours. You could feel the hard length of his cock press against your pussy, promising you that it would be deep inside you by the end of the night.
āI want to make your ass red so when you go home to your husband, heāll know I fucked you better than he ever could.āĀ
It was another promise, that Harry would indeed fuck you better than Carson ever could.Ā
āBut firstā¦ā Harry bucked his hips against yours, keeping his grip on your hips tight so you couldnāt wiggle away at his directed grinds over your clit. He kissed you gingerly, watching your eyes haze over as you whimpered softly. Between his cock and his words, your head was spinning. āI need to taste you. Iāve thought about nothing else but having my face between your thighs for weeks now.ā
Harry grabbed your hands from behind his neck and pressed them down to the table on either side of your hips, bumping his nose with yours. āDo you like the idea of any of that, darling?ā
You nodded eagerly, loving the sound of all of it. āUhuh. All of itā¦ā you inhaled a sharp breath, loving the feeling of his hands moving to knead at your inner thighs, āThere is one thing though. Something I want.ā
āTell me.ā He murmured, eyes wide and eager. He just couldnāt keep his hands off you. He was grabbing your thighs and your hips, craving the warmth of your body.Ā
āI want your cock in my mouth. Iāve been thinking about that since our first date.ā
Harry smirked and you could feel the way his cock jerked right against you. It was big. You wanted to choke on it.Ā
āThat can be arranged.āĀ
He reached in to kiss you again, groaning like a starved man while wrapping his palm around the back of your neck to guide you back down against the table. When you were flat he stood back up and stripped his shirt off fully, leaving him completely shirtless.Ā
Then he did something unexpected. With a shit-eating grin on his face he pulled up the chair he kicked away earlier and sat on it, shuffling close to the table like he was getting ready to eat a three-course meal. You were going to make fun of him for it, but you didnāt really get a chance when he slung your legs over his shoulder and nuzzled his nose right into the crotch of your underwear.Ā
āJesus.ā He moaned, eyes fluttering closed. Your jaw went completely slack at what you were witnessing. Never had a man looked so fucking hungry to eat you out. He was practically delirious and all he had done was inhale how sweet you were. Harry was looking forward to having your scent all over him. āYou smell so fucking good, y/n.ā He looked up at you again, hooking the very tip of his finger into the crotch of your underwear and sliding it up and down along your crease. āBut do you taste as good as you smell?ā
You nearly whined like some pathetic puppy, but you had to keep that inside as you didnāt want to appear too eager. Too easy. Truthfully, you were easy though. Harry was able to turn you on easier and quicker than you ever thought. And all over a little dirty talk and a slight obsession with eating you out.Ā
āWhy donāt you find out?ā You hiked yourself up on your elbows, bringing your feet off his shoulders and onto the edge of the table so you were spread wider for him.Ā
āOh I will,ā he pulled your underwear to the side, breath hitching at the first sight of your bare pussy. āYouāre so gorgeous, y/n. Iāve been looking forward to this for a longā¦ long time.ā
When his mouth finally grazed your clit, you fell back against the table. You couldnāt hold yourself up even if you wanted to, not when he started eating you out like a damn starved animal. Harry moaned like you were the best thing he ever tasted and touched everywhere. He wasnāt clit happy or labia happy and he certainly didnāt miss-interpret one part of your anatomy for another.
āFuck Harryā¦ oh God.ā You whined, pulling at his hair with both hands before suddenly letting go because you hadnāt asked if you could. You didnāt even know if he liked it. āDo you-ā You could barely breathe let alone talk. āCan I pull your hair? Is it okay?ā
āGod, yes. As hard as you want,ā Harry moaned like the idea of his hair being pulled was orgasmic. āDonāt stop, y/n. I promise.ā He grabbed your hand and guided it back to his hair, giving you a reassuring nod before going back to your clit.Ā
Harry knew exactly what he was doing. How to tease, how to take advantage of your entire body to make you feel good. He kissed and nipped over your thighs and used his hands to squeeze your breasts and play with your nipples. It was all so wet and sloppy and you felt like your entire body was on fire.Ā
āGod you tasteā¦ shit-ā Harry broke for air, spitting directly over your pussy then spreading it around with two fingers, āyou taste so fucking good, y/n.ā He used one of those wet fingers and slid it inside you, pumping it a few times while slurping against your clit again. āNever thought a pussy could be so sweetā¦ ām addicted.āĀ
He slid his second finger in easily, fucking you with both digits so good your arousal was echoing around the room. His high ceilings did wonders of making sound travel. Even with all the rugs and soft furnishing, the softest moan sounded so much louder. And you were anything but soft. Your noises were loud and unforgiving and every single one of them was going straight to his cock.
It also meant you heard every groan Harry made. Every single sound of pleasure he was feeling just eating you out. It was possibly one of the sexiest things you had ever experienced. A man with his head buried between your thighs moaning and being so fucking enthusiastic because he gained genuine pleasure out of it. He liked it. Harry ate you out like it was his favourite thing on planet earth.Ā
āYou okay? You good?ā He checked in on you, looking up at your gaped mouth and thrown-back head. You only moaned in response so Harry reached for your hand and threaded your fingers, squeezing them to get your attention. āHey. Look at me.ā He nudged, not happy with your lack of response.
You forced yourself to look down at him, nearly shaking at how intense his eye contact was. His (now) three fingers were still steadily fucking into you, but he had taken a much-needed break from using his mouth to check on you. āGood?ā
āYes. So so good. So good.ā You nodded eagerly, trying to guide his face back to you with the hand still in his hair. āJust-please. I need it.ā
āYou need it?ā He grinned, cocking his head ever so slightly. āIs it that good, baby? Do I suck your pretty clit so good that you need it?ā
āYes... Oh yes...ā
āI need it too.ā He admitted, dipping back in to swirl his tongue around his fingers, right where your poor needy hole was dripping with arousal. āYou just taste so fucking good, y/n. Iād have you on my face every night if I could.ā
You seemed to like that idea because he could feel you clench around his fingers, knees bumping into each other so his face was wedged between your thighs. Your underwear were a complete mess too; all soaked and creamy. Harry wanted to wring them with his teeth and suck them dry, but with the real thing pressed right against his nose, he didnāt have to.Ā
āBet youād like that, wouldnāt you? Letting me eat your cunt every night? Every morning, even? Would you let me wake you up with my head between your thighs? Let me eat you for a midnight snack. Because I would.ā Harry moaned as he wedged his mouth over your clit again, kissing and licking at it, spitting at it so it was even wetter. You were practically a sobbing mess above him too and that only encouraged him to say whatever he wanted.
āY/n, Iād worship you and this pretty pussy.āĀ
He slid his fingers out just long enough to smack them against your clit. It was gentle at first and he quickly soothed the sharp sting with his tongue. But he felt the way you jerked around his head, how your hips lifted off the table to get more.Ā
āIs it okay?ā He breathed, looking up for an answer. This time, you were already looking right at him. You had been from the moment he left your aching cunt empty and needy because you wanted to see what heād do. And what a sight. You were sure youād never forget the image of him smacking your clit then making out with it like a starved man. It was ridiculous.Ā
Harry Stylesā mouth would kill you one day. You knew it would.Ā
āMore than okay.ā You nodded, bringing your intertwined fingers up to your breast so his large hand would squeeze against your nipple. āDo it again.ā
He followed your request quickly and spanked over your pussy again, this time a little harder and with more surface area of his fingers. You gasped out a moan, back lurching off the table as they hit your swollen clit. He quickly soothed the burn with his tongue, this time blowing on your sensitive skin for a moment before languidly tracing swirls over your clit.
āAgain. Harder.ā You gurgled out, clenching your fist into his hair when he smacked your clit again. Harder. He slid those three fingers right back into you again, curling and fucking them roughly right against your g-spot. āOh Godā¦ Harry!ā
āOh, youāre such a good little slut letting me spank you like this. Right over your little clit too, hm? Who knew such a pretty girl would like such dirty things.ā
The dirty talkā¦ you were going to pass out.
āYouāre taking it so well, y/nā He cooed, pulling his fingers out to spank you again before they returned deep into your pussy. It was dizzying. The way he spanked you then fucked you then spanked you again like some quick endless loop. He was careful not to hit you too many times, but whatever he was doing was making you reach your orgasm faster than any other oral you had received.Ā
āāM gonna cum, Harry. Please justā¦ā You pulled his face back to your clit, urging him closer with your hand.
Harry didnāt argue and did what you seemed to like the most; those three fingers stroking right against your g-spot, one hand on your breast and his mouth sucking right over your clit. It seemed to do the trick too because not even ten seconds later, you were practically lurching off the table while crying out his name through a squirting orgasm. Your hand cemented him to your pussy so he could happily collect as much of your release right in his mouth.Ā
When you started to calm down, Harry softened his movements and pulled his fingers out of you. He licked them clean then pressed soft kisses all over your thighs and mound, even right on either side of your clit.
āYouāre such a good girl, darling. Did so well for me.ā Harry praised, squeezing your hand and keeping his eyes on your face as you panted and looked up at the ceiling.Ā
āGod that wasā¦ā You swallowed thickly, pushing your sweaty hair from your forehead so you could look down at him.Ā
āWhat?ā He nudged, smirking while kissing your inner thigh. āGood? Is that the word youāre looking for?ā
āYour egoās too big for your own good.ā You laughed softly, sitting up so you could guide his mouth to yours. Harry was still smiling into the kiss until he relaxed into it. Thatās when it turned heated again. The taste of your pussy and his mouth; your mouth tooā¦ it was all too much. āBut yeahā¦ā you sighed, āit was good.ā
He stood up from his chair so you werenāt hunched down to kiss him and the moment you had access to his jeans, you started working on undoing them. Harry hissed into the kiss when you applied pressure to his hard bulge and he had to break free just to breathe at how sensitive he was. His cock felt harder than ever before. He didnāt think he had ever been this turned on and sore in his entire life.
This chemistry with youā¦ it was otherworldly. Supernatural almost. A compelling pull like his cells were trying to fuse with yours.Ā
And you were married. He had to push that thought out of his head because only a few weeks into this and he was already considering asking you to leave your husband.Ā
āI need you, baby.ā He panted, grabbing your hips tightly as you pushed his jeans and boxers down his thighs to free his cock. āShit-ā
You wrapped your hand around his cock while he helped you get them off the rest of the way. You couldnāt help but look down between you, needing to see how pretty he was. And pretty he was. Long and decently thick, so heavy in your hand. You knew heād fill you up so good heād have you seeing stars. Two fingers were usually enough to prep you for sex, sometimes even one depending on how turned on you were.
You were glad he chose three.
āYour cock is so pretty, Harry.ā You complimented, squeezing your palm around him. Your eyes filtered between your working hand and his face, obsessed with how hooded his eyes became just from your hand. āSo big tooā¦ I need you inside me. āM so empty.ā
Harry didnāt quite realise when you said you liked dirty talk that you liked it both ways, but he rather enjoyed the filth spilling from your mouth. He found it cute that you could barely string words together when he was pleasuring you, but like this? It was the biggest fucking turn-on.
āBend me over the tableā¦ā You begged softly, nipping at his jaw until you reached the shell of his ear. His cock was oozing precum down over your hand. He liked what you were saying. āPlease. Make me squirt againā¦ā
āCome here.ā
Harry pulled you off the table and with a rough hand, spun you around to bend you over the table. You squealed as he spanked your ass without thought, spreading your cheeks wide to spit down over you. He planned to fulfil his promise of fucking you with this lingerie on and now that he was looking at your pretty holes bent over with the tiny string of lace tucked to the sideā¦ he couldnāt have been more excited.
āYouāre just so hot, y/n.ā Harry groaned, spanking your other cheek just to watch your ass jiggle. āSo goddamn hot.ā
āIām hotter with a cock in me.āĀ
Your mouth earned you another spank, this time directly over your sensitive cunt. You squealed and jumped in place, but Harry easily soothed the ache with a friendly grind of his cock against your clit. Your knees buckled at the direct stimulation but Harry made sure you kept still by pressing his hand to your lower back.
āI need to get a condom,ā he murmured to himself, suddenly remembering the dreaded protection right when his cock was so close to being inside you.Ā
āHurry.ā You gasped, forehead pressed to the table.Ā
āI will. I will.ā
Harry fished the condom from his jeans pocket, placed there earlier in the evening in hopes of sleeping with you tonight. It was a just-in-case for something spur of the moment, though he didnāt start the night plotting a way to get you in his bed. He was glad now that he put that condom in there just in case, especially when you were waiting for him.Ā
Once the condom was on, he was right back in position. A hand on the small of your back and the other guiding the head of his cock to your entrance. Harry didnāt wait or tease, he just pressed right into you slowly and deliberately.Ā
āShit-ā
āOh godddā¦ā
Your curses echoed at the same time, both as desperate as each other. Harry just stretched you so perfectly, on the cusp of too much and the best type of full possible. It helped that you were so damn wet, so turned on that he was easily able to push inside you.Ā
āGod, baby. You're so tight.ā Harry hissed, reaching forward to press a kiss to the middle of your back. You couldnāt even respond to his compliment when your body was still getting accustomed to a new man. A new cock. All you could do was moan and claw at the table, clenching around him. āHey. You okay?ā Harry checked, sweeping your hair back so he could see your face.
āUhuh. Justā¦ shit.ā You whimpered, squeezing around him again. He cursed at how tight you were and collected your hair in a loose hold around his fist.Ā
āYāsure?ā He mused, pressing a kiss right in between your shoulder blades. āYouāre trembling beneath me, darling.ā
āFuck me.ā You begged. He was so deep in your belly and it was torturous having him so far inside you and not moving at all. āPlease Harry just-ā
He didnāt need to be convinced any further. Not with how sweet you sounded and how wet you were around him. You were a fucking dream and that only became more apparent as Harry started thrusting into you. He started with a slow but steady grind, fucking you with hard pressure like he was trying to memorise every inch of your pussy.Ā
āGod baby. You feel so good.ā Harry moaned, building up the speed with a good grip on your hips. He hooked his thumb into the small lace string of your underwear, pulling it to the side so he could watch his cock disappear into your wet cunt. And you were so wet. Your arousal coating his length and turning creamy the longer he fucked you. It was obscene.Ā
Mostly though, he was watching your face. Your cheek pressed to the table, mouth gaped open and eyes screwed shut as you moaned the-fuck the prettiest noises he had ever heard. He had barely shown you his best tricks and you were a mess beneath him. Had your husband really been lacking this entire time? Been leaving you so unsatisfied that a bit of doggy had you unravelling?Ā
He couldnāt bear the thought of you having to take care of yourself because your husband couldnāt do it for you. But maybe that was a good thing. Because then Harry would be there for you. Heād give you pleasure you had never experienced in your life. Over and over again.Ā
Starting with tonight.Ā
āFeel good baby?ā Harry cooed, spanking your ass with a rough touch.Ā
āYeahāĀ
āYeah?ā He repeated, spanking you again on the opposite side. Your whine echoed around the room, as did the sound of the dining table squeaking forward against Harryās nice floorboards. āSay it, baby. Tell me how Iām doing, hm?ā
āSo good. God, you fuck me so good.ā You moaned, āplease- goā¦ go harder. Harder.ā
Harry picked up the pace, reaching to wrap your hair around his fist so he could pull your head back. āMoan for me, y/n. Moan my name.ā He demanded right in your ear, spanking you twice on the same cheek.Ā
āHarry.ā You cried out, feeling him smile in satisfaction at how pretty you took the pain. So he spanked you again and again as you moaned loudly into the air.Ā
āThatās itā¦ Good girl. Youāre taking it so wellā¦ā Harry gritted out, spanking your ass roughly while tightening his hand in your hair. You whined at the sting of your scalp, nearly sobbing at how fast and hard he was fucking into you. āSālike you were made for me, y/n. Just made for my fucking cock.ā
He was fucking you so hard, so fucking good that the table kept etching forward and forward. Harry had to keep readjusting his footing and his grip on your hair. He combed his fingers through your hair and wrapped it around his fist, tugging hard when the table slipped forward again.Ā
But he was persistent and he wasnāt going to let anything stop him from giving you the fucking you deserved.Ā
āYāsounds so damn pretty moaning my name, baby. Fucking love how sweet you sound.āĀ
His words elicited a moan; a filthy pretty moan only exaggerated when he tugged your hair harder. āYouāre so big. So good.ā You cried, āloveyourcock.ā
You were addicted to the way he fucked you, even just the way he felt stretching you out but keeping completely still. It felt like you could almost reach an orgasm just like this with no clit stimulation at all which never happened. Nowadays it was your vibrator or nothing and now here you were one orgasm down and another so damn close.Ā
Still, you needed your clit touched and you couldnāt really reach it this way.Ā
The table etched forward once more and right as he pulled back to thrust into you again, the table slid forward making him slip out completely. He effortlessly slid himself back into you to continue, but when it happened a second then a third time you couldnāt help but giggle. Even through the deep pleasure and hazy mind, it was funny.Ā
āFuck.ā He cursed when his cock bumped against your ass cheek instead of where he actually wanted to be. He tapped it against your clit before grinding there, watching you squirm and let out a choked gasp through your light laugh.Ā
āI think we may need to switch rooms.ā You giggled, looking over your shoulder at him while panting as you desperately tried to catch your breath. He had let go of your hair for a moment, planning on trying to continue until you suggested moving things elsewhere.
Truth be told, Harry jerked one out before you came. He didnāt plan the evening around having sex with you and wouldāve been okay if nothing happened at all, but his cock couldnāt control itself around you. Just your presence and your scent could get him hard in no time so he tried to fuck the frustration out before you even got there.
He was glad he did so too because now that he was in the middle of feeling your sweet sweet cunt, he had a lot more stamina going onto his second orgasm. He could have you riding him through two more orgasms before needing to cum himself and fuck did he want to experience you squirting right on his dick.Ā
āI think so.ā He breathed through a laugh and ran his hand through his hair, ācāmere.ā
āMh.ā You agreed, standing up on shaky legs and sore hips. Harry grabbed you straight away and helped you turn around to face him. He cupped your face with one hand to guide your mouth to his, deepening it effortlessly while tucking his hands under your thighs so you could jump up and wrap your legs around him.Ā
You were slightly shaky in his arms, sensitive as he placed you gently on the floor in front of his bed. He broke the kiss to look at you for a moment, panting heavily while brushing his nose against yours. There was something about the look in his eyes that had you crumbling inside. They were soft and almost loving; so full of yearning and desire that you were almost scared to look back. It was overwhelming.
Harry danced his fingers down your neck and shoulder to your arm where the strap of your bra had fallen. Every touch was making you shiver and only causing that ache between your thighs to grow. You felt empty. Cold without his cock inside you.Ā
āTake this off. I want to see you.ā Harry murmured, searching your eyes while waiting for you to nod before he kissed you once more and climbed onto his bed. He shuffled backwards until he was against his headboard, legs wide and cock hard and waiting for you to climb back onto him.Ā
He never stopped looking at you. Never stopped watching even as he wrapped his own hand around his cock and gave himself a few tugs to the sight of your body becoming bare for him. The prettiest of prettiest lingerie on planet Earth couldnāt compare to the sight of a womans naked body. Your bare, naked body. The soft peaks of your breasts and the way they fell naturally without a bra. The dip of your hips and tummy without the confides of lace. It was glorious.Ā
Harry could barely contain himself.
āYouāre a vision.ā Harry awed, jaw clenching like he was trying to control himself from dragging you onto the bed and pinning you down.Ā
āSo are you.ā You whispered while crawling towards him on the bed. You let your hands glide up his thighs once you were situated between them, taking the time to look over every inch of his naked body. You were in awe to put it simply and so goddamn attracted to him you were worried sex would never be the same afterwards.Ā
Because it wasnāt just the pleasure. It was the chemistry. The eye contact. The fact you two had a laugh about him thrusting against your ass cheek instead of inside of you because his table couldnāt handle the pressure. The way you could have that laugh just minutes ago and be back to this. The firey eye contact and his trembling thighs underneath your palms.Ā
āCan I have a tasteā¦ā You breathed, licking your lips at the sight of his cock up against his stomach. From this angle he looked even bigger than before and knowing he was just inside youā¦ fuck. You could barely breathe. āPlease?ā
Harry groaned and wrapped his hand loosely around your neck, only applying light pressure right beneath your jaw. āJust a little, y/n. For now the only place I want to come is with you coming around me.āĀ
If only he was bare inside youā¦
āOkayā¦ just a taste, H.ā You nodded, pressing harder against his palm. You wrapped your palm around his cock, loving the sight of his jaw clenching at the touch. āCan I take this off?ā You asked, rubbing over his head at the condom.Ā
āYeah, baby. Take it off.ā
Harry was going to lose his fucking mind.Ā
You were quick to pull off the condom then wasted no time in dipping down and licking a fat stripe from balls to tip on the underside of him. Harry groaned and collected your hair in his hand so he could see your face. Your eyes fluttered closed at the taste of him and the weight of him on your tongue.Ā
He was warm and heavy and you could taste yourself right at the base of his cock where your arousal dripped down. You made sure to clean it all up with your tongue, lapping at it while looking at Harry to watch his reaction. He could barely contain himself and with every lick his hand flexed in your hair like he was trying to control himself.Ā
āYou can guide me. I like it when I choke.ā You murmured, spitting directly onto his tip before sliding it into your mouth to spread it with your tongue.Ā
āGod, youāre going to be the end of me.ā He groaned, hand tightening in your hair with purpose. Harry reached for your spare hand, intertwining your fingers while pulling your mouth off him for a moment. You were like jelly in his hands, compliant as he instructed you to squeeze his hand once if you were okay and twice if he was too rough or you needed a break. More than happy with that arrangement, you agreed and squeezed his hand in preparation for him to guide your mouth down.Ā
He started to gently maneuver your mouth up and down his length, starting shallow at first before going deeper until he felt the tightness of your throat around him. You choked ever so slightly but squeezed his hand once and enjoyed the feeling of his cock twitch down your throat.Ā
āLook at meā¦ā Harry breathed, forcing your eyes on his. āThatās itā¦ fuck.āĀ
The sight had him gasping and moving your mouth over his cock faster. Your pretty little eyes all glistened with tearsā¦ God the sight was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. And the way you just took his cock without complaint and even moaned when you gagged around himā¦ it was like you were made for him.
The feeling of his cock filling your throat was like nothing else. There was just something about choking on a manās dick that got you all squirmy inside. You had always been a relationship girl and a bit of a ālate bloomerā according to those who thought losing your virginity in your early 20s was the biggest sin of the century, but that didnāt mean you were inexperienced.Ā
Your first serious relationship exposed you to things you had always wanted to try. A world of kinks and things you werenāt sure youād like until you tried them, others you were certain youād hate until you found out you didnāt. You always considered yourself lucky to have a guy introduce you to sex and provide an environment where you could not only lose your virginity, but experiment without any shame or constraints.
Funny how you ended up married to your next serious relationship after him to a guy who had no interest in anything remotely more exciting than a spank and a sporadic hair pull. You loved Carson enough to be happy with vanilla but fulfilling sex. It wasnāt like it didnāt have any passion, because it did, it just didnāt have this.
What Harry managed to provide you on your first night together (a night far from over as well) Carson couldnāt give you in six years of being together. You werenāt sure you could go back to your old sex life. Not now.Ā
āYou look so hot like this.ā You gasped, pulling off to breathe while jacking him off with your spare hand. Your other was still intertwined with one his and you had no plans of changing that. āI love having your cock in my mouth, Harryā¦ā you moaned, reaching in to lick his length once more. āFeels so good.ā
āJesus.ā Harry groaned, tensing his hand in your hair. āYouāre doing so well, y/n. Such a good little cock sucker, arenāt you?āĀ
You moaned filthily at his degrade, letting him slide you back down over his cock. Your whole body was on fire. Even with only a little hand holding and hair tugging, you were beyond turned on and empty between your legs. The sight of him was just so beyond sexy, almost too sexy for you to handle.Ā
His chest was heaving and glistening with sweat. With every pant or moan his abs would contract and his thighs would tremble on either side of your shoulders. You wanted to see him cum so bad. You wanted to watch his jaw contract and his mouth part as he moaned your name.Ā
āYouāre gonna make me cum, y/n.ā He warned in this almost whine of a tone. āNeed to cum inside you.āĀ
āI want it in my mouth. Wanna taste you.ā You practically pleaded, tapping his tip against your tongue.Ā
āYouāre incredibleā¦ā Harry groaned, using his hand on your hair to pull you up towards his mouth. He kissed you hungrily, angling your head in the direction he wanted so he could deepen it. āButā¦ā he panted, breaking just to say that one word before kissing you once more, āI need toā¦ā he nibbled on your lip and grabbed onto the back of your thighs, "ā¦ feel you around me when I come.āĀ
You whimpered as he dragged you in a straddle and pressed your wet cunt directly over his cock in a slow deliberate grind. Fucking hell. You just wanted to slip him in, to feel him bare inside you until you were full of his cum.Ā
But you couldnāt. And the fact you were half considering letting it happen on your very first sexual experience out of your marriage was insane. It scared you.Ā
āCondom.ā You uttered against his mouth, tugging on his hair ever so slightly.Ā
āYeah. Yeah.ā He breathed, barely able to concentrate when you dragged your mouth along his jaw and neck. Harry reached for his bedside table and grabbed another condom from the top drawer, returning quickly to kiss you again while blindly unwrapping it.Ā
But it was like Harry was stuttering. Fumbling to do something as simple as putting a condom on his own cock. He couldnāt help it really. Not when your mouth was so sweet and erotic, nibbling at his bottom lip until all he could think about was how to hold his breath indefinitely so he could kiss you forever.Ā
And you were growing impatient. The few seconds delay in his movements had you so desperate you leaned back to breathe, took the condom from his hand and rolled it down on his cock in one swift motion.Ā
āFuck me, baby.ā This time it was Harryās time to plead. He wound his hand in the hair at the nape of your neck and kissed you again, panting into your open mouth as you guided him to your entrance and dropped down on him once more.Ā
His cock felt so much bigger from this angle and he felt deeper too even though he was just fucking you so hard his dining room table couldnāt handle the force. Maybe thatās why you couldnāt control the loud whine flooding into his mouth when your clit hit his pubic bone. Or maybe it was because this position was far more intimate than being bent over.Ā
āYouāre so bigā¦ feels bigger like this.ā You gasped, lulling your head back while grabbing his shoulders for balance so you could start bouncing on him and getting a good rhythm going.Ā
āI knowā¦ā he cooed, squeezing your hips before spanking you quickly. āShow me how much you need it, huh?ā Leaning in, Harry ran his mouth along your exposed neck, panting between little bites and licks on your skin, āshow me how good mācock makes you feel.āĀ
"Love your cock," You whined, already feeling the ache in your thighs as you picked up the speed.
Harry wrapped one arm around you and hugged you tighter while pressing the fingers of his spare hand directly to your clit. And with every bounce, every grind, his fingers stimulated right where you needed it the most. You were already so full with him and now he was giving you the cherry on top so you could finish.
"More... more, please. Need it harder."
"Need it harder?" Harry taunted, hiking his legs up on his feet in a wide position on the bed so he had enough stability to thrust up into you. "Like that?" He chuckled at your cry, squeezing your body in his arm so you stayed exactly where he wanted you.
"Yeah... yeah. Fuck!" you practically sobbed, unable to do anything but grab his hair or shoulders and just take how hard he was fucking into you. His legs were strong and while you were a sobbing, breathless mess above him, Harry wasn't losing momentum at all.
He was sweaty and panting but he never stopped thrusting up into you. At least that's what it felt like. While you gave up and begged for more, Harry was more than happy to take over and give you a fucking you'd never forget.
He thrived being in control. You could tell.
"That's it, y/n. You're taking it so fucking well, y'know that. Just sitting there and taking it like the good little slut you are. My fucking slut..." Harry cooed, dipping down to tug at your nipple. "Got me so fucking close, pretty girl. Just need you to come f'me."
Between his words and lips on your breast... his fingers pressed to your clit and the way his cock was bruising your insides, you couldn't hold on any longer.
āGod, Harry. āM gonna cumā You cried, trying to warn him of the deep churning in your belly and the trembling in your toes.
"Look at me." He demanded, sliding his hand up into your hair to force your head in his direction. Your eyes fluttered open but despite your vision already hazy, you could clearly see the way his eyes were hooded, pupils wide and hungry. "That's it. Look at me while you cum, baby. Let me see how pretty you look."
Harry pressed his forehead to yours, opened mouths panting and brushed against one another. He watched closely when your mouth gaped wide and your eyes struggled to keep open as your orgasm hit. The way your brows furrowed and your entire body trembled on top of him and he could feel his lap and lower belly become soaked in your release.
It was glorious.
"Good girl." He praised, "Fuck. Fuck!" His words turned to mush when he reached his own orgasm and somehow even pulled you tighter against him so he could feel every inch of your soft skin.
Coming down was all open-mouthed kisses and laboured breaths and this distinct feeling that everything had changed. You two could never go back to casual and you most certainly couldn't look at yourself or your husband the same way ever again.
"I feel bad you only came once." You practically pouted, grabbing another spoonful of pudding to feed it to Harry. "It doesn't really seem fair."
What did seem fair, though, was finishing off the dessert neither of you ate after your intense workout. You were quite enjoying feeding a naked Harry delicious sugary puddings and it just felt morally wrong to leave the dessert sitting there when it was the perfect bridge between round one and two.
"Trust me. I'm more than satisfied." Harry chuckled once swallowing the delicious dessert. He dragged his fingers over your hip, loving how his t-shirt fit your frame. It was so casual and sexy. His clothes had never looked better.
"Well, I hope you're not tired because I'm not and I think I'd like to test your 27-year-old stamina." you shrugged casually, eating the last bite of the sticky date pudding.
"Oh really?" Harry raised his brow and gently took the spoon from your fingers to set them down on the plate. "Two orgasms wasn't enough for you?" He teased, moving the plate out of the way so he could cup your face and gently guide you down onto the bed.
"Mh mh." You shook your head with a smile and clasped your hands around the back of his neck while he adjusted your body to hover over you. "I think at least four..." you curled your leg around his hip and dug your heel right into the pudginess of his bum, "and I wouldn't mind a bit more effort put into making my ass red. You did promise that, didn't you?"
"More effort, huh?" He smirked and grabbed onto the underside of your jaw with a firm grip to pin you to the bed. "You've got no idea what you just started, little girl."
hi i sent you a message probably over a year ago that your blurb was what taught me about pots, itās been a crazy year since then and iāve since been diagnosed with pots, ehlers danlos syndrome, mast cell activation syndrome, unspecified autoimmune disease, and multiple unrelated heart conditions. i just wanted to thank you again because i donāt know where iād be if i was still in the unknown not knowing whatās wrong with me. thank you for using your platform and art to spread awareness because it truly changed my life. iām still not in a good place but itās such a relief knowing thereās something actually wrong with me. thank you thank you thank you.
omg šÆšÆ i have no idea when this ask is from since I don't use this account anymore so I'm sorry about that but I am so glad you've been able to figure out some of these health issues! it's so frustrating to have something wrong and not know what it is. it makes me so happy to know that my writing was able to help you get some answers! sending love and hoping you have better days very soon š«¶š»
warning: bad trip! peer pressure, drug coercion, drugs, mentions of bullying, sexual content!
authorās note: there arenāt any facts to back up the use of any kind of sexual enhancers, so much of this experience is improvised and not actually something that would happen irl in terms of science. love you!Ā
Two slow, torturously long weeks pass- one in which he was out of business entirely trying to stock his inventory up again- before he hears from her again. In the middle of the night, itās beginning to become a pattern for them. He only hopes that this time, itās not for an asshole group of people.
just in case anyone needs more reason to believe she is a fucking loser clout chaser with 0 actual intel who does no research to back up anything she posts !!!!
Taylor Swift performs onstage during āThe Eras Tourā at MetLife Stadium on May 27, 2023 in East Rutherford, New Jersey. (Photo by Kevin Mazur/TAS23/Getty Images for TAS Rights Management)
