Harry and [Y/N] have split up. The only thing that’s nagging her is to go and pick up some of her clothes from Harry’s house where they get into one final heated argument.
Warnings: Smut & swearing
Tags: Sub!Harry (like a little bit not much)
It had been around two weeks since Harry and [Y/N] had broken up and it was hard for her to not keep track. Almost a year and a half they had been going out and straight off the bat, [Y/N] was heartbroken when the two split. She had never loved someone so much in her life. But their relationship just about ended in flames.
Harry had been away on tour longer than [Y/N] could count on two hands. Then the minute he arrived back home, he would only seem to find time to hang out with his mates and never her. At first she wondered if it was something she said or did but last time she checked, they never had an argument or discussion about it. [Y/N] came to the conclusion that Harry was bored of her then decided to draw the line there.
The only thing that was taking her mind off of him was going out with her girlfriends and getting drunk just about every single time. There were a couple of random hookups here and there but nothing would go too far - it was just a useless task to help erase the thought of him. But of course it never worked. However her friends noticed a slight change in her personality and behaviour. They would describe her as more outgoing, more fun and overall, just a better person.
[Y/N]’s plans for tonight were scheduled out like the rest of her Saturday nights; having drinks with her friends then heading straight to the clubs. She couldn’t wait to go out again but one thing had been nagging her for the past week. Stored at the back of her mind she knew that she eventually had to go back over to Harry’s and grab the countless amount of items that she’s left there. Because she stayed over at his 24/7, they both invested in some drawers that saved her going back and forth from her house to his. It was a good idea back then but to her now, it was no longer.
With Harry’s number still saved in her phone, she is forced to look back at the messages to and from each other before they split. They were painful to look at. Seeing the true colours come out of Harry opened her eyes. But he was never a bad person. If anything, he was far from it. [Y/N] faces her newfound fear, sucks in a sharp breath as she decides to text Harry.
[Y:/N]: I have a whole drawer full of my clothes that I want back and I need to come over to get them.
Taking a huge sigh of relief, [Y/N] was happy that she didn’t have to encounter Harry to get her clothes. If anything, it would’ve saved a whole lot of awkwardness and possible arguments between them. Before [Y/N] leaves, she stuffs her phone into her pocket, grabs a clothing bag, her car keys off the kitchen counter and then heads off to Harry’s. So far [Y/N] was having a great day and anything that could ruin it would send her into a state of irritability.
She arrives at Harry’s, parking her car outside his house and opens the unlocked door as expected.
[Y/N] doesn’t even take notice as to why he would leave it unlocked until she steps foot inside. There were a lot of memories in his house. The time Harry asked her to be his girlfriend, his surprise birthday party for her, and the amount of places they had sex in. Just about anywhere [Y/N] would look. Whether it be the wall or the dining table - memories would flood back to her unwillingly. She realised how inappropriate it was to think about it especially in a situation where they’re not together.
Already [Y/N] spots a pair of her shoes underneath the coat rack then picks them up and chucks them outside to remember them for later. Soon after that, she allows herself into Harry’s room and begins to take everything out of her drawer. Folding them all up neatly and stuffing them into her massive clothing bag.
[Y/N] nearly jumps out of her skin as Harry pops out of the bathroom practically half naked, standing their in just his boxers. It was four in the afternoon and it looked like he had just risen from his sleep. His hair was all over the place and it was a painful reminder to [Y/N] that, that was who she used to wake up next to. [Y/N] felt like saying ‘fuck you’ to him. But to her, it would’ve come across as personal to the two of them.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that. I thought you weren’t here.” [Y/N] hissed.
Harry gave a light chuckle then rolled his eyes at her and flopped onto his bed. She turns around to ignore him and continues to angrily shove clothes into her bag. At the same time, she could feel Harry staring at her every move and [Y/N] was becoming slightly annoyed with it.
“Got something better to do other than watch me fold clothes?” She asked, not turning around to face Harry.
“Not really.” Harry sighs without an absolute care as to what she’s doing. This time, [Y/N] rolls her eyes and doesn’t cease in emptying out her clothes.
“Okay well you can stop staring.” [Y/N] shoots him a fake smile.
“How’d you know I was watching you?” He catches her off guard.
“Because I’m not stupid.” She spoke blandly.
She turns her back on Harry again as she can hear the sheets rustling beneath him as he gets up and walks out of his room. [Y/N] exhales with relief that even for a few moments he’s not not in the same room as her. It gave [Y/N] more time to reflect on how different he’s acting. Just by the use of his words and body language told her more than her brain wanted to know.
A couple of minutes later Harry comes back with cup of tea and leans against his door frame. [Y/N] grew slightly frustrated with because of how incredibly unpredictable he now is. She stood there with one hand clutching onto a tank top and the other resting on her hip.
“You know feel free to help if you’re just going to stand there.” She spits.
“Anything to get you out of here faster.” Harry sets his cup of tea down on the bedside table and starts to help [Y/N] by unpacking all the drawers. She’s somewhat taken aback by his comment, insinuating that the faster she’s out of his house, the better. [Y/N] at this point is fuming with madness but is extremely brilliant at hiding it, at least most of the time.
“Are you gonna be seeing other people?” Harry asks [Y/N] out of nowhere. It was a no brainer question for her to answer.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” [Y/N] responds.
“Well why would you?” Harry bites back.
“If you haven’t already noticed, we’re not together so nothing will stop me from seeing other people.” [Y/N] informs him, getting annoyed at him that he would ask such a stupid question in the first place.
“Okay so have you got with anyone yet?”
[Y/N]’s heart skipped a few beats. She knew the truth, but sharing it with Harry at the present time just doesn’t seem appropriate. [Y/N] envisioned them as being somewhat friends in the near future. But judging by Harry’s attitude, she’s convinced that, that wasn’t going to happen.
“No? Or just can’t remember cause you were too drunk?” Harry protests with his assumptions.
“Look, who I hook up with has nothing to do with you, got it?” [Y/N] practically growls him for trying to get back involved with her life - let alone her personal life.
“So you have?” He proceeds to ask anyways.
Harry put his hands up in surrender then continued to help her pack. After their small dispute [Y/N] takes a break from folding and stuffing clothes into the bag and move onto collecting some of her items around his room. There was makeup on his bathroom counter, jewellery on top of his dresser and shoes in his closet. Overall, it was a big job to complete and now [Y/N] couldn’t really be bothered with it. Harry decided to give up and just lay on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.
“So much for wanting to get me out faster.” She mumbles quietly under her breath. In the corner of her eye, she notices Harry sit up right as his phone dropped to the side of him.
“What?” Harry rose an eyebrow at her and from then, [Y/N] knew that he had heard her little snarky comment.
“I didn’t say anything.” She shrugs carelessly and tries to avoids eye contact with him.
“No, I heard you. You said so much for wanting to get me out faster.” Harry repeats word-for-word what [Y/N] said.
“So what?” She scoffs at him.
“You know, you’re quite transparent [Y/N].” Harry blurts out of nowhere. Immediately she feels a slight wash of rage hit her but desperately controls it before she does anything she’ll regret.
“I mean, talking to me bitter, acting like you don’t care or have a heart just shows that you still actually have one.” Harry laughed almost triumphantly.
“Fuck you!” [Y/N] snaps at him in a yell.
Harry doesn’t seem to take back his comment and neither does [Y/N]. But they were instantly thinking the same thing at the same time, at least Harry thought that. The two collide into each other in a fierce make out session. Harry’s hands always circulating [Y/N]’s body like they used to. Their kissing deepens further and becomes a little bit more combative. Harry breaks away from their heated session then manoeuvres his mouth all over [Y/N]’s neck and throat, sucking and biting at the skin as it left definitive marks.
She quickly switches the situation while she could and shoves Harry backwards by his torso so that he lands flat on his bed. There was only one thing on [Y/N] and Harry’s minds after that and nothing was going to stop them. He was completely taken off guard. His lips were swollen red and hair messed up even more than it was before. Harry lays there looking right into [Y/N]’s eyes with a deep hunger and lust as she devilishly takes a seat on Harry’s lap.
He hisses to himself as he finds pleasure in having her body right where he wants it most. She starts off by kissing around his bare chest, planting wet kisses right down to the hem of his boxers then just to tease him, kissed slowly back up his taut body and to his neck. At the same time, she grinds her hips into Harry’s crotch just to tease him that extra bit further. His body was shuffling and moving beneath her dangerous touch but [Y/N] enjoyed watching him suffer like this. Harry never really liked to be submissive and he showed it in his dominance majority of the time he and [Y/N] slept together. However, all that went right out the window and she made sure of it.
[Y/N] nips at Harry’s skin just under his jawline because she still knows that it turns him on. All the while Harry was becoming far too needy and impatient that he was desperate to gain his control back. However [Y/N] held him off good. Harry tries to reach for her waist but she knew this technique all too well. He used it to flip himself over to make sure that he was on top. Now [Y/N] refrained that from happening as best as she could by pinning down both of his hands - one on either side of his head.
“This is interesting.” Harry mumbles breathlessly as she still works her mouth all over his neck.
[Y/N] was now the one chuckling to herself as she detached her lips from Harry’s neck. At least four love bites were printed on his body and [Y/N] knew that there was more to come. Once she was happy with teasing him, she released her grip from his wrists as they rested there. Harry watches [Y/N] work her magic as she moves down to pull Harry’s boxers down. His cock springs onto his lower abdomen as he winces at how much relief he is craving.
In the back of her mind, [Y/N] thought it was a good idea to just go down on him straight away, but she didn’t. She was evil when it came to teasing Harry, but he was equally the same. She smirks down at him and takes him by one hand, moving slowly up and down his shaft. [Y/N] was growing just as needy as Harry and decided to speed things up a bit. She licked one long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip and in response, he let out a vicious low groan.
“God - fuck please stop teasing me baby.” Harry whines to her.
It didn’t take much for her to finally gives into his needs. [Y/N] wraps her entire mouth around his cock, bobbing her head slowly. Harry feels the rampant urge to grip onto her hair but he chooses to hold himself back. Over the past two weeks they had been apart, Harry swore she had gotten better at giving a blowjob. In a sense, he knew that other guys had the pleasure of experiencing something like this from [Y/N] and it made him mad.
[Y/N] could feel when Harry was about to orgasm. He would either ball his fists in her hair or tug on the sheets until they would rip off the bed. So his hands went straight to her hair the closer he got to exploding with euphoria.
“B-Baby I’m gonna cum.” Harry’s eyes fluttered for a few seconds. Holding off his orgasm wasn’t that easy but it was fun for [Y/N] to witness. To see him so submissive and to hear him whine almost made [Y/N] understand why Harry loved it so much when he would see and hear the exact same things from her.
Usually at this point, [Y/N] would release his cock from her mouth before going back down. But instead, she decided to push his boundaries. She wanted this to be the best orgasm he would ever get from her - let alone anybody. The last few seconds he had left of just about spilling in her mouth, [Y/N] deep throated him more than she ever had before.
Harry was an absolute mess. Squirming around and yanking on her hair until she was convinced that he could well and truly rip it out. But his moans were something that [Y/N] lived for.
“F-Fuck!” Harry cries out in an overload of pleasure as he releases his load down [Y/N]’s throat. He couldn’t recall the last few seconds because of how much euphoria rushed through his body. He had never in his life felt this type of intense bliss. As soon as he came down from his high, [Y/N] was next to him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Jesus Christ.” Harry exhales and recollects himself.
“C'mere.” Harry instructs [Y/N]. She gingerly crawls back on top of him as he flips her over so that she’s now on her back, pressed into Harry’s bed. He helps her strip off her t-shirt and bra then kissed along her collarbone before sinking his teeth into her neck. She relished the stinging pain when Harry grazed his tongue over that same spot.
“Did I do good?” [Y/N] looks up at Harry innocently under her eyelashes as a smirk spreads on Harry’s face. Meanwhile his hand snakes down the front of her body, under her shorts and panties.
“Mmm, did so good baby. So wet f'me.” Harry mutters into her neck as he rubs her clit. She lets out a strained moan as her and Harry’s lips linking again.
“But now I’m gonna fuck you senseless.” Harry growls.
Harry peels off her shorts followed by her panties and [Y/N]’s thankful that he does because she can feel herself getting hotter and hotter by the second. Harry’s touch burned across her skin, their two bodies reconnecting for the first time in weeks. The two of them equally missed the sex, missed the touch the other had to offer, and now they were grateful that this was happening.
Harry aligns himself with [Y/N] not wasting a second as he fills her up until he was just about balls deep in her. He didn’t even think he could last that long anymore as he sucks in a huge breath. On the other hand, [Y/N] was feeling a whole new level of pleasure even from just one thrust. She knew that Harry sticks to his word, so when he say’s he going to fuck her senseless, he’s going to fuck her senseless. The sensation of Harry filling her up had her clawing at his back, dragging her nails from the tops of his shoulder blades right down to his lower back.
Harry indulged himself in pleasure as he thrusted harder and harder into her that her walls were clamping against him. [Y/N]’s moans turned into screams as her back was arching into Harry’s abdomen. She felt a buzzing sensation in her stomach and each time Harry was thrusting in and out of her, she could feel it intensify.
“God you’re so fucking good for me, can feel you tighten around my cock.” Harry’s hand slid under [Y/N]’s back that was already lifted off the bed due to how much effort he was putting in.
“J-Just shut up and fuck me.” [Y/N] struggled to get her words out, but by then, she knew she was in for it.
Harry did not stop pounding into her. The two of them were on clouds higher than nine and [Y/N] now knew that Harry’s statement was true. Her toes were tingling, lower abdomen felt like it was on fire but the rest of her body was going numb. She felt as if everything was centred on the intense euphoria that was building up inside her, moments away from being released.
“You wanna cum baby? Can feel it, yeah?”
Harry was taunting her and she knew it too. At this point, [Y/N] was nearly unresponsive. All she could do was nod her head, looking him dead in the eye as the two were on the brink of their highs. Harry relentlessly rolled his hips into [Y/N], not able to give her any time to basically catch a breath.
“I’m…” [Y/N] was trembling, still unable to speak properly.
“Use your words baby.” Harry managed to speak but barely.
“I’m…I’m gonna cum.” [Y/N] couldn’t take it, the pleasure too much for her to handle and Harry took well advantage of it by trying to postpone her orgasm as much as he could.
“Manners baby.” Harry growls in her ear. It was baby this and baby that, but it seemed to encourage [Y/N].
“Fuck - p-please can I cum Harry!” [Y/N] cries out in absolute desperation.
“Go for it, fucking ruin yourself.”
With Harry’s permission and in less than a second, [Y/N] was clawing at Harry’s back again, screaming out his name louder than she had ever done before. Her throat was already sore from deep thirsting Harry, now it was just as bad from being so vocal. Harry was engrossed at the sight of her practically convulsing from the orgasm he gave her that he came just as hard too. His warm liquid coated her walls as his body gives in to almost a seizure pleasure.
Underneath him, [Y/N] was above and beyond euphoria as she was slowly coming back down. Harry’s body was limp on her’s but it was a comfortable weight that she’s always loved and gotten used to. Both of them were utterly worn out.
"Fuck I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard before.“ Harry gradually regains some energy and slides his sticky body off [Y/N] after gently pulling out.
He looks over at [Y/N], her body still recovering from the intense amount of energy she’s just exerted. In amongst scanning his eyes over her beautiful body, Harry notices that her thighs were trembling just a bit. He decided to get up, retrieve her bra, top and panties then helped her put them back on. Once they were both semi clothed, Harry crawls back beside her worn out body but sits in between her legs. His hands kneaded and massaged her thighs, knowing that it’ll relax and calm her down.
"You alright pet?” Harry asks her.
Pet. [Y/N] had grown accustom to that name ever since Harry first gave called her it. But she knew that she would have to forget about it sooner than later. Aside from that, [Y/N] just wanted to rest and to continue to feel his touch.
"I’m…I’m good.“ [Y/N] lets out a deep sigh of exhaustion.
"Okay well lay back down and just relax for me yeah?” Harry says to her. [Y/N] does as he says, not complaining about it as Harry massages out her legs.
Omg this was so dirty haha!
