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summary: it's day three on the island... and more questions about your relationship with harry surface.
pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader
content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ MDNI), fake/pretend relationship, friends with benefits, two idiots in love and neither of them want to admit anything, fluff, angst incoming y'all, brief jealousy, smut - brief (blink and you'll miss it) oral m!receiving, unprotected piv, bent over, dirty talk, no use of y/n.
word count: 6.2k
a/n: can y'all feel the tension building??? now, y'all know that i love pairing songs with my stories, so there's about two more songs that encompass this relationship with harry and reader. this is the first one and it just felt so fitting in this chapter. anyway, hope y'all enjoyed and stay tuned <3
song: love someone by lukas graham (lyrics in italics/blockquotes)
pt 3. - pt 5. || series masterlist. || read on AO3.
He felt more relaxed after the day on the yacht. Harry didn’t feel like he had to make everything look so perfect anymore because it was easy with you. You fit in his life so perfectly.
He also couldn’t remember the last time he woke up feeling so refreshed, so at ease, so comfortable. He’d wake up with you either in his arms or him spooning you from behind. It was like during the night, both your bodies craved each other.
Harry knew that he shouldn’t, but he started looking at you just a bit differently now—how he wanted to hear you laugh more or see you smile. He knew today’s events would be at nighttime, which meant that you both had the rest of the morning and afternoon to spend with one another.
And it terrified him. Not because he had time to spend with you, but because the feelings that he started to surface couldn’t go unnoticed anymore. Though, he was still going to try to push it away, to try and ignore it.
But there was a part of him—a really big part of him—that wished you both could just stay here forever.
Because it meant not having to go back home, back to reality, back to what you both were to each other.
You had woken up to Harry gently shaking your shoulder. The doors to the outdoor deck were open, allowing a cool breeze into the room. You shielded the brightness with your arm and turned to your abdomen, covering your head now with the pillow.
“Wake up,” he said, shaking your shoulder again.
“It’s early.”
“It’s not.”
“It is for me.”
He chuckled. “We have the entire day to ourselves. At least until tonight.”
“Great, let me sleep some more.”
He shook his head and took the pillow from you and the sheets that covered your body. “Get up.”
“Why do you hate me?”
He smiled. “I want to spend the day with you. Can I do that?”
That caught your attention. You slowly turned back around and blinked the sleep away from your eyes.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
You sat up from bed and gently tugged him down on top of you, wrapping your arms and legs around him loosely as he kept himself propped up with his hands on the mattress.
“We can swim,” he said softly. “Go for a walk. Get one of those couple’s massages,” he suggested, bringing one hand to your cheek and gently brushing your hair away from your face.
“You’d do that? Just me and you?”
Harry nodded. “Gotta have some fun while we’re here, right?”
You grinned and slowly rolled him onto his back, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Yes.”
“So, get ready. I’ll order breakfast. We can eat it out on the deck and then go for a swim.”
“You’ll come join me too? Not just dip your toes in?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, baby. I’ll join you.”
You smiled and Harry felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of your excitement. He craved more of it—more of seeing you happy and him being the reason for it.
“You’re spoiling me today,” you teased. “What got you in such a good mood, hm?”
Harry chuckled and rested his hands on your hips as he stared up at you. “Yesterday was… it was just a really fun day. You brought out a side of my parents that neither me or Peter have seen in such a long time.”
You smiled. “So, I’m being rewarded?”
He rolled his eyes playfully. “You make it sound worse than it is.”
You laughed quietly and then slowly climbed off his lap to stand from the bed. “I’m just teasing. I’m glad you had fun yesterday. I did too.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh,” you said, walking towards your luggage. “Especially our brief time in the room.”
Harry sat up and cleared his throat. He watched you rummage through your luggage to pull another one of your bikinis. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” you said, pulling a yellow pastel-colored two piece. “I’m thinking if we have sex again, we might just have to forego the condom.”
Harry’s lips parted in surprise.
“You know, just one more time, without alcohol in both our systems.” You continued, beginning to walk towards the bathroom. “Just to make sure that it really feels as good as it did yesterday.”
Harry stood from the bed immediately and tripped over his feet as he began walking towards you. He felt himself twitch beneath his shorts, already hardening at the memory of how you felt around him.
“Can’t just say those things,” Harry said, scooping you up into his arms before he set you down on the edge of the sink.
“Why not?” You smiled, biting your lower lip as your arms snaked around his shoulders loosely.
“Gonna get me all excited,” he answered.
“And are you? Excited?”
Harry’s eyes narrowed as he grabbed one of your hands and tugged it down to his crotch. “You tell me.”
You gasped, feeling his hardened length from beneath his shorts as you slowly began to palm him. “Yeah, I’d say you are.”
He chuckled and leaned in to press his lips along the side of your neck, groaning against you when he felt you push your hand down his shorts so you could touch him fully.
“We gonna start our day like this, Harry?”
He nodded and dropped his forehead to your shoulder. “I’d hope so, baby.”
“Good,” you smiled, running a thumb over his glistening tip. You hopped off the sink and moved to kneel down in front of him, pulling his shorts down with his boxers. He kicked them off the side as he placed both hands at the edge of the sink, looking down at you with dark eyes.
“Whatcha doing?” He asked.
“What’s it look like?” You asked back, leaning forward to wrap your lips around his tip. You lapped at his precome, tongue swirling around him slowly.
“Fuck,” he muttered, eyes falling shut as one hand moved to your hair. “This my reward, hm?”
You smiled and pulled back, letting his tip brush along your wet lips. “Yeah, it’s your reward for a good day ahead.”
Then, you put your mouth back on him.
You had been having an amazing morning so far. It made you wonder if more moments like this would occur if you and Harry became something more than what you both were used to. You knew that you both established a rule that you’d talk to each other if one of you started developing feelings, but it just didn’t seem… right.
Because it meant having to admit to him that you were starting to feel something so real for him, when that was never the plan.
You both agreed that you weren’t what he wanted and he wasn’t what you wanted.
But why did three days in the Maldives change all of that?
It wasn’t even the sex that caused a shift. It was the small moments in between. The lingering glances, the soft touches. The way you fit in so naturally with his family. You told yourself it was the fact that you were in the Maldives, pretending to be someone special to him—that was why you started developing feelings for him.
If you just kept it to yourself and waited until all of this was over, surely the feelings would disappear too.
Right?
“You look like you’re thinking,” Harry called out, swimming over to you and resting his arms over the deck. You were sitting at the edge of it, sipping your coffee and dressed in your bikini.
Your eyes narrowed at him. “I’m just… reveling in this moment.”
“Uh huh.”
“I am.”
“Right.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Nope,” he smiled.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed your camera, snapping a few pictures of him before setting it down.
“You ever gonna let me try and take a picture of you?” Harry asked, climbing out of the water and walking towards his towel to dry himself off.
“No.”
He chuckled. “Why not?”
“My camera is my baby… I don’t trust anyone but myself to hold it.”
“That’s a bit serious,” he pointed out, sitting down next to you.
You bit your lower lip and sighed. “I did bring another camera that you can use.” You stood from the deck and walked back inside the villa, disappearing down the hallway to retrieve the Polaroid you brought with you.
After a few minutes, you stepped back outside and handed the Polaroid to Harry. “I trust you with this.”
“Ah, thanks,” he smiled.
“I assume you know how to use it.”
“Why’s that? Because I’m old?”
You smirked and sat back down, leaning back just slightly on your hands. “Maybe.”
“You weren’t calling me old about an hour ago,” he pointed out, winking in your direction.
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.
“In fact, I think you were screaming my name for more,” Harry licked his lips and looked through the viewfinder of the Polaroid before he pressed the button. The film slid out of the camera and he began shaking it.
You grabbed it from his hand and shook your head. “It’s a myth… shaking a Polaroid.” Instead, you tucked the Polaroid underneath your journal to shield it from the light.
“But everyone does it.”
“Shaking it doesn’t make it develop faster… in fact, shaking it can actually cause discoloration or unwanted blotches.”
“Well, you are the professional,” Harry smiled, lifting the camera to his eye again and taking another photo of you. “You look beautiful, you know that?”
You smiled to yourself and glanced over at him. “Are these pictures for me… or for you?”
“For me, obviously.”
When the film came out of the camera, he followed your lead and tucked them underneath your journal as well.
“How about we take one together?” You asked, moving to sit next to him. He wrapped one arm around you as you leaned into him and he raised the camera to face the both of you.
The both of you posed for several pictures—a simple one where the both of you were smiling at the camera, another where he kissed your cheek, but the last one… the last one you were looking into each other’s eyes, a broad smile on both your lips.
Then, he set down the camera and pulled you onto his lap, hand coming up to your cheek. “You make me feel comfortable like this,” he whispered.
“Hmm?”
“I just—I just mean that this week so far… I’ve never felt as comfortable in my own skin as I do when I’m with you.”
You leaned into his touch.
“You just look at me like… like I’m special,” Harry said quietly.
“You are,” you said quickly. “I mean, of course you are, look at your family,” you continued, trying to reason with the fact that this type of conversation wasn’t something that you or Harry were used to having.
He chuckled, but he cleared his throat afterwards. Harry wasn’t sure why he was trying to gauge whether or not you were feeling the same thing he was. Even if you did, he wasn’t sure he’d even act on it.
Would this even work back in New York?
“Look at us,” you smiled. “The Maldives are… making us look at each other just a little bit differently.”
He nodded. Harry felt his stomach drop at that. Maybe you were just still following along, still pretending. He pulled you closer to him until he leaned in to press his forehead against yours.
“So… what’s next?”
“For the day?” You asked.
Harry nodded. Though, he wanted to ask was what would be next after this, after the Maldives. “Yeah, baby.”
“Well… you did mention a couple’s massage,” you grinned.
“Okay,” Harry nodded, kissing your cheek lightly. “I can get that scheduled.”
“I’m definitely gonna miss this once we go back home,” you chuckled.
Harry stared into your eyes.
And at the tip of his tongue, he wanted to say, what if this became real back home… then what?
The massage lasted an hour, but the sounds that were coming out of you did the opposite of what the massage should have been doing. You were letting out relieved groans at the masseuse who was working on you to the point that Harry looked over to see another man’s hands running along your bare back. He ended up cutting his own massage short but he allowed you to continue with yours.
When the masseuses left, you had walked into the bedroom feeling lighter than you ever felt. Harry, on the other hand, was sitting on the edge of it with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed.
“Didn’t have a good massage?” You asked, still walking around in your bikini from earlier that morning.
“Something like that.”
“I’m sorry,” you sighed, walking over to him. “Maybe next time, you should get the guy that worked on me. I swear, he had magic fingers or something.”
Harry huffed. “No thanks.”
You furrowed a brow. “Is something wrong?”
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
He just shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s obviously something if it’s causing this kind of reaction.”
Harry stood from the bed. “I should probably get ready.”
“We have a few hours left…”
“Then I’ll go for a walk.”
“Harry—”
He was almost halfway through the door before he turned to look at you. “Why do you have to make those sounds?”
“What?”
“You were… moaning.”
“I was not.”
He scoffed.
“Okay, the fact that you don’t know the sounds I make is a bit concerning.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed again.
“I wasn’t moaning.”
“Well, that guy was pulling some noises out of you.”
“Yeah… because my body was tense, Harry.”
“Exactly.”
You shook your head. “I wasn’t moaning because he had his fingers inside of me.”
Harry cleared his throat. “It sure sounded like it.”
“Oh my god,” you sighed. “Is this… is this how you get when you’re in a relationship? Did you get like this with Lucy?”
Lucy. You regretted it the moment it left your lips.
“Shit, I’m sorry—”
“I’m not the jealous type.” Harry interrupted. He took a step closer to you now and slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.
“Right. So… why did I find you pouting in here like someone kicked a puppy?”
Harry tightened his jaw. “And I was never like this with Lucy.”
That stirred something inside of you. Something you didn’t want to admit, something that had been simmering in the pit of your stomach since the first day you got here.
“Sure. So, I’m the special one?”
“Yes,” he answered quickly, taking a few more strides in your direction until he was standing in front of you now. “I didn’t like that man’s hands all over you.”
“He was doing his job.”
“I could’ve just fucking given you a massage myself.”
You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, Harry, but you’re not a professional masseuse—”
Then, his large hand lightly encompassed your throat. He didn’t grip it, didn’t cut off any oxygen, but it remained there. Almost like a warning.
And immediately, you felt your insides tingle. Could feel a pool of wetness now settle between your legs.
“I just don’t like other people touching what’s mine.”
Your eyes widened slightly. Harry suddenly turned you around until your back was facing him. Then, he shoved you down onto the bed and crowded you from behind.
“Do you hear me?” He asked.
You nodded, moving your hands to the mattress as you felt his hands roughly push down the bottoms of your bikini. He called you his. That wasn’t him pretending—that was real.
And it made you excited.
“Yes…” you answered.
“Good,” he said. “I’m gonna fuck you now,” Harry said, pushing his own shorts down as he began stroking the base of his length. “And I better hear those fucking moans.”
“Then, I guess you better do a good job then, huh?”
He growled lowly under his breath. Pressed the head of his length at your entrance and lingered there for a moment, gathering your slickness.
“Don’t I always?” Harry whispered, sliding into you in one deep thrust. One hand moved to your hip and he gripped it so tight that you were sure there was going to be a mark there later.
Your back arched and you tried to reach behind him, pushing at his lower abdomen.
He clicked his tongue and grabbed your wrists with one hand, pinning them at your lower back.
“No, you can take it,” he said, pulling out to his tip only to thrust back inside in one go. Harry’s eyes fluttered at the feel of your tight walls, hand tightening around your wrist while the other tightened around your hip.
You moaned loudly, toes curling against the wooden floor as Harry continued his deep thrusts. This felt much more different than what either of you were used to. Sure, he could be rough, but never like this.
Never because he thought you were his.
And certainly never because of his jealousy over another man’s hands on you.
His thrusts sped up. The sounds of your moans mixed in with the sounds of his skin slapping against yours.
When he released your wrists only to get a better grip on you by holding your hips with both hands, you reached out to fist the sheets tightly. You knew that both of you should be responsible, that he should have at least put a condom on, but it just seemed like you both were breaking all of the rules that you established to begin with.
Harry didn’t falter. The moans that escaped you were much more intense than what the masseuse was pulling out of you and a sense of pride overcame him. He leaned over you now, chest pressed against your back as his lips hovered near your ear.
“You’re mine, you know that?” He whispered, nipping at your earlobe.
“Y—Yes,” you answered. “I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours,” he said softly.
Harry pulled out of you abruptly and turned you on your back. He kept your legs spread open for him before he slid back inside. Lowering himself until his nose brushed against yours, Harry whispered again, “I’m yours, baby.”
Harry was dressed in a lightweight black crewneck sweater and a white linen pants. He was staring at the polaroids that were scattered on the kitchen counter, a small smile lining his lips. There was a part of him that knew that maybe he crossed a line earlier today—calling you his and making you say it too wasn’t something he planned.
It was just… an intense moment.
He also didn’t expect to get jealous over some man that you wouldn’t even think about looking twice at. He wasn’t sure what that meant, what this meant, because the more time he spent here with you, the more he started to look at you differently.
Harry heard the sound of your footsteps from down the hallway and he turned his head to look in your direction. Instantly, he felt his throat go dry as his mouth parted in surprise. You had stepped out in a white dress with light green and blue floral print on the side of it and halter neck style with crossover straps. No one had ever stopped him in his tracks the way you did this last week.
“Wow,” he muttered.
You smiled up at him and turned around to give him a full view of the dress. He cleared his throat when he noticed the cowl backless part of the dress. He reached out and ran his fingertips along your soft and bare skin and back up. Your hair was in a bun, strands of hair falling out over your face. You were fucking breathtaking.
“I should thank you,” you said, moving a hand to his chest. “I’ve got a new wardrobe because of you.”
Harry smiled, but he couldn’t help but start thinking about you wearing these clothes for someone else. Someone other than him. “Well, you’re welcome.”
“Do you like it?”
Harry nodded. “You look great.”
“Perfect for dinner on the beach, right?”
“Yeah,” he said softly. “It’s perfect for it.”
“Can you believe we’re almost halfway through this trip?”
Harry nodded. He forced a small smile. “All good things have to come to an end, right?”
“Maybe,” you answered. “Or maybe… maybe we should just stay here forever. You can work remotely, right?”
Harry laughed quietly and took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. Then, he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a light kiss to the back of it. “And what will you do?”
“Oh, I’d be the stay at home girlfriend, obviously.” You said with a quiet chuckle, allowing him to lead you out of the villa.
“Oh, yeah? You’d just wait for me until I get home?”
“Exactly,” you teased. “I’ll obviously clean around the house, make sure dinner’s ready. All of that domestic stuff.”
“But you don’t know how to cook,” Harry teased.
“Hey! I’ve gotten better,” you laughed, gently nudging him with your shoulder.
“Have you?”
“Yes,” you answered. “You’re just too busy to come by for dinner. You just want to get straight to the good stuff,” you winked.
“Can you blame me?” Harry smirked. “Eating isn’t really my main concern whenever I’m around you.”
“Unless…”
“Unless I’m eating you,” he finished for you, leaning over to kiss the side of your neck. You giggled quietly, feeling the brush of his facial hair against your skin.
“Look at us,” you smiled up at him. “We don’t really have to pretend, do we?”
Harry glanced over at the set up of the dinner. String lights around the large trees, several long tables, and people already mingling with drinks in their hands. He looked back down at you. Savoring this small moment of privacy with you before having to surround himself with his family.
“It’s easy with you,” he whispered.
But what he wanted to say was that maybe he didn’t really need to pretend anyway.
“Good,” you said softly, leaning up on your toes to lightly peck his lips. “It’s easy with you too, baby.”
Baby. Harry felt his heart skip a beat. He watched you pull away from him only so that you could greet his parents while he stood there, watching you with longing eyes.
He pulled out his phone for a moment and scanned through his messages until he hovered on his matchmaker’s contact. Opening the message, Harry began typing. He didn’t want to meet anyone else. Harry just wanted you.
But as he began typing, reality started to settle in.
The only reason why this was working so well now was because you both were away from the real world. Here, in the Maldives, both you and Harry could just forget about the realities for a moment. But when you’d both get back to New York, this wouldn’t work.
So, he deleted the message he was going to send and pocketed his phone.
With a deep breath, Harry forced a smile and walked after you.
You were at the water, dipping your toes in as you held the end of your dress just enough so that it wouldn’t get wet. In your other hand, you were holding a glass of wine, walking along the beach with Harry’s mother beside you.
“You and Harry having a great time?” She asked.
You smiled. “We are. I—I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to be here,” you said.
“Oh, please,” she laughed quietly, looping her arm with yours. “You’re family now.”
“Am I?” You smiled. “I mean… me and Harry—our relationship is still a bit new.”
“Look,” his mother said, motioning towards the direction where Harry and his father were at. His eyes were already on yours, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a small glass of scotch. “He can’t stop looking at you, honey.”
“Oh,” you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. “That’s just—that’s just who he is.”
“Sure,” his mother replied. “But he’s never been like this with anyone else before. Not even with Lucy and he was going to propose to her.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “Harry—he’s always found love and relationships difficult, you know? He’s a perfectionist too, so his view of a relationship isn’t quite like everyone else’s.”
You nodded in understanding. You assumed his need to have everything perfect might have been one of the reasons why he couldn’t ever settle down.
“When something would get serious, he’d start nitpicking. Start realizing that the other person was no longer perfect in his eyes. One little thing and it was over… so when he told us he was going to propose to Lucy, I finally thought he was going to settle down.”
“But—”
“But, he didn’t love her.”
You nodded again. “He thought they were perfect for each other.”
His mother nodded. “He did. On paper, they were compatible.” She stopped for a moment and turned to you. “But he never looked at her the way he looks at you.”
A sense of unease settled in your chest. Here you were, standing in front of his mother, lying to her face about the relationship you had with her son. You felt tears sting your eyes. “It’s just the Maldives,” you reasoned.
She laughed. “Do you love him?”
“What?” You let go of your dress, not caring if it got wet. “I—I, um—”
“Okay,” she smiled reassuringly. “You haven’t told each other yet. That’s okay,” she said softly.
You heard her name being called, some of her family members arriving. You nodded down at her and feigned a smile. “Thanks for walking with me,” you said.
“You bring out a side of my Harry that I haven’t seen in a very long time,” she replied. “He’s comfortable. Doesn’t feel like he needs to carry everything.”
You nodded, unsure of what you could say. “He’s—he’s a really good man.”
She smiled. “And you’re perfect for him.”
Then, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving you standing in the water with the ends of your dress now drenched.
Since your conversation with his mother, you had just continued to refill your glass of wine. The entire family were now seated, laughing amongst themselves, as the food was served. Harry was seated next to you, your chair close to his as you felt the heat of his body radiate against you. He kept his arm draped over the back of your seat, hand brushing along your shoulder as you both ate in silence.
He was talking to someone from across the table, but you were in your own world. You couldn’t help but think back to your conversation with his mother. The things she said started making you think of Harry differently now.
He never looked at her the way he looks at you.
You bring out a side of him that I haven’t seen in a very long time.
You’re perfect for him.
You’re perfect for him.
You’re perfect for him.
“Hey,” he whispered quietly into your ear, pulling you out of your thoughts abruptly that you flinched. His brows furrowed as he looked down at you. “You okay? You’re… quiet.”
“Yeah,” you answered quickly. “I’m fine.”
Harry nodded. “How’s the food?”
“Good.”
“You like it?”
“Yeah.”
He sighed and turned his body just slightly to face you. He pulled your chair closer to his. “Okay, what’s going on?” He whispered again.
“Nothing,” you answered. “Can you get me another glass?”
“I think that’s enough for tonight,” Harry answered.
You sighed. You knew he was right.
“Are you… are you uncomfortable?” He asked quietly.
You turned to look up at him now. Concern etched on his features.
“What? N—No, not at all.”
“Then, what?”
You shook your head and reached up to cup his cheek. You feigned a smile and lightly pecked his lips. “I’m okay, Harry. Really.” You pulled back to look up at him. Still, he wasn’t buying it, but he knew now wasn’t the time to get into it.
“Okay,” he said. “If you’re sure.”
“I am,” you lied.
Then, another man from across the table chimed in. He looked to be a younger than Harry, maybe closer to Peter’s age. He was dressed in a white button up shirt, sleeves folded to his elbows and you could tell he already had too much to drink.
“So, how did you two get together? I was expecting Lucy,” he laughed.
Harry straightened in his seat. His hand dropped from the back of your chair only to rest it on your thigh. “Lucy didn’t work out.”
“Ah,” he said. “So, this is the rebound.”
He tightened his jaw. You moved a hand over his.
“Did you bring anyone here?” You asked, tilting your head. “Because I don’t see anyone with you.”
His cheeks reddened. “No, I didn’t bring anyone.”
“Right.”
An older woman, likely this man’s mother, gently smacked his arm. “Be nice, Carlos.”
“Sorry, mama,” he muttered. “Sorry, Harry.”
You leaned against Harry and slowly ran your thumb over the back of his hand. You felt him relax next to you. Carlos’s mother looked between the two of you with a soft smile before she raised her glass for her son to refill.
He did without hesitation, standing from the table and walking away.
“I’m sorry about him,” she said. “You know he gets.”
Harry sighed and nodded.
“You two—you look good together,” she smiled.
You looked up at Harry, only to find him already staring down at you. “I’d hope so,” you teased.
She laughed quietly. “Harry, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this smitten before,” she said.
You cleared your throat. Again, you thought back to what his mother said. Did everyone else see it but you?
Harry felt his cheeks flush. He looked away from you for a moment and shrugged a shoulder. “She’s beautiful,” he said softly. “Why wouldn’t I look smitten?”
“Well, she is beautiful,” she agreed. “But you’ve been with beautiful women before. You’ve just never looked at them the way you do her.”
Harry pulled his hand from your thigh. It felt like he just got caught. He couldn’t look at you, especially now that someone else—someone who didn’t know you—said the same thing his mother had told him before.
“Ah,” you smiled. “I must be special then,” you teased.
Harry finally looked at you. “You are,” he blurted out.
Your brows lifted.
Everyone around the table swooned and awwed.
“Your mother said that this all started at a coffee shop?”
You nodded, slowly looking away from him. “And then, I asked him out to dinner. Right, baby?”
Harry nodded. “She did. It’s one of the things I love about her—she goes after what she wants.”
You stiffened next to him.
He did too.
One of the things I love about her…
It slipped.
Harry didn’t meant to say it like that.
“Kissed him that night too,” you said softly, forcing out quiet laugh.
Everyone at the table chuckled.
“What do you love about him?” Someone asked.
You cleared your throat. You hesitated before looking up at him. “I love… I love how selfless he is. He always makes sure that the people he cares about is taken care of.”
Another person at the table grinned. “Sounds like you’d be a great father, Harry.”
Your eyes widened.
Harry’s jaw clenched.
“Yeah,” he chuckled nervously. “Maybe one of these days, but not anytime soon.”
“Well, you aren’t getting any younger,” someone said.
You looked over at him.
Harry was about to say something before soft music began playing. He let out a shaky breath and felt relief wash over him once everyone from the table stood and walked towards the sound of the music. That left you and him sitting at the table, the topic of conversation now lingering between the both of you.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Are you okay?”
You nodded.
“Are we okay?”
You sighed. “Harry—”
“If this is too much, you need to let me know. That was one of our rules.”
“Doesn’t feel like we’re following our rules anymore, don’t you think?” You blurted out.
Harry’s brow furrowed. “What?”
“Nothing.”
He sighed.
Peter called your name.
Then he called Harry’s.
The both of you looked away from each other to glance up at Peter who was dancing slowly with Charlotte.
“Join us, you two lovebirds!” He called out.
“We’re good, Peter!”
You shook your head. “We should dance.”
“What?” Harry asked.
“We still… have to pretend.”
He nodded. “Right, okay.”
Harry stood from the table and extended a hand out for you. You slid your hand into his and felt him lead you towards where everyone else was. Slowly, Harry pulled you to his chest, one hand on your lower back and the other keeping your hand close against him. Your free hand moved to his shoulder as you stared up at him.
Peter chuckled next to the both of you, shaking his head at how lost you two were in each other’s eyes.
There are days
I wake up and I pinch myself
You're with me, not someone else
And I'm scared, yeah, I'm still scared
That it's all a dream
Harry kept you close to him. He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours. Unshed tears glistened in your eyes as you stared at him. The both of you swayed to the song, everyone at the dinner now fading away until it was just the two of you.
When you say
You love the way I make you feel
Everything becomes so real
Don't be scared, no, don't be scared
'Cause you're all I need
“Thank you,” he whispered. “For doing this. For agreeing to it all.”
“I’d do anything for you, Harry,” you said quietly. You blinked a few times, tears now trickling down your cheek slowly. He moved his hand from your own to gently wipe your tears away, lightly pressing a kiss to your cheek.
And you still look perfect as days go by
Even the worst ones, you make me smile
I'd stop the world if it gave us time
“You’re crying,” he said softly.
“I’m not.”
He sighed. “Baby…”
All my life
I thought it'd be hard to find
The one 'til I found you
And I find it bittersweet
'Cause you gave me something to lose
“I don’t deserve you,” Harry said, his voice trembling.
“Yeah, you don’t,” you teased.
He smiled, relaxing instantly. Harry moved both hands to lock together at your lower back as he pulled you against him. “What if… what if we don’t ever have go back to New York?”
“What?”
“I can work remotely. You can be my stay at home girlfriend,” he answered
You smiled.
So did Harry.
You moved your cheek to rest against his chest, eyes falling shut as the song continued to play in the background.
'Cause when you love someone
You open up your heart
When you love someone
You make room
If you love someone
And you're not afraid to lose 'em
You probably never loved someone like I do
You probably never loved someone like I do
Later that night, when everyone had gone back to their villas, Charlotte was sitting at the edge of her bed, staring down at the message on her phone.
Peter stepped into the room and tilted his head.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” she answered quickly. Charlotte forced a smile and turned her phone off. “Ready for bed?”
“Yeah,” he smiled, climbing into the bed and pulling her with him. “Did you see Harry tonight?”
She nodded.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this before,” Peter chuckled. “Wanna bet that they’re gonna get engaged soon?”
Charlotte looked over at him. “Peter…”
“What?”
“Harry’s signed up with Adore, did you know that?”
His brow furrowed. “No, why would he be with Adore?”
“Lucy—she said that he’s got like five matches and that his matchmaker’s already got dates scheduled for when he gets back to New York.”
Peter tightened his jaw. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Do you think she’s lying?” Charlotte asked. “I told her that he was here with someone else and—and well, maybe she’s lying?”
“She better be,” he whispered. “Because Harry isn’t a cheater.”
“And what if is the truth?” She whispered. “God, he’s gonna break her heart.”
“No,” Peter shook his head. “I’ll—I’ll talk to him tomorrow morning. You take her out for breakfast or something.”
She nodded. “For what it’s worth, I hope Lucy was lying.”
Peter sighed and grabbed his phone, sending Harry a quick text about tomorrow. His older brother gave him a thumbs up as a response. “We’ll figure it out.”
“I think he loves her,” Charlotte added. “And I don’t think he’s told her yet.”
Peter looked down at her. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”
“And maybe it’s because of this, because of Adore.”
He sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Let’s just… try and get some sleep. We’ll figure everything out tomorrow.”
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when he kisses your puffy pussy so sweetly and says a little breathlessly “my poor baby” as if he wasn’t the one absolutely pounding you into the next week
summary: it's day three on the island... and more questions about your relationship with harry surface.
pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader
content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ MDNI), fake/pretend relationship, friends with benefits, two idiots in love and neither of them want to admit anything, fluff, angst incoming y'all, brief jealousy, smut - brief (blink and you'll miss it) oral m!receiving, unprotected piv, bent over, dirty talk, no use of y/n.
word count: 6.2k
a/n: can y'all feel the tension building??? now, y'all know that i love pairing songs with my stories, so there's about two more songs that encompass this relationship with harry and reader. this is the first one and it just felt so fitting in this chapter. anyway, hope y'all enjoyed and stay tuned <3
song: love someone by lukas graham (lyrics in italics/blockquotes)
pt 3. - pt 5. || series masterlist. || read on AO3.
He felt more relaxed after the day on the yacht. Harry didn’t feel like he had to make everything look so perfect anymore because it was easy with you. You fit in his life so perfectly.
He also couldn’t remember the last time he woke up feeling so refreshed, so at ease, so comfortable. He’d wake up with you either in his arms or him spooning you from behind. It was like during the night, both your bodies craved each other.
Harry knew that he shouldn’t, but he started looking at you just a bit differently now—how he wanted to hear you laugh more or see you smile. He knew today’s events would be at nighttime, which meant that you both had the rest of the morning and afternoon to spend with one another.
And it terrified him. Not because he had time to spend with you, but because the feelings that he started to surface couldn’t go unnoticed anymore. Though, he was still going to try to push it away, to try and ignore it.
But there was a part of him—a really big part of him—that wished you both could just stay here forever.
Because it meant not having to go back home, back to reality, back to what you both were to each other.
You had woken up to Harry gently shaking your shoulder. The doors to the outdoor deck were open, allowing a cool breeze into the room. You shielded the brightness with your arm and turned to your abdomen, covering your head now with the pillow.
“Wake up,” he said, shaking your shoulder again.
“It’s early.”
“It’s not.”
“It is for me.”
He chuckled. “We have the entire day to ourselves. At least until tonight.”
“Great, let me sleep some more.”
He shook his head and took the pillow from you and the sheets that covered your body. “Get up.”
“Why do you hate me?”
He smiled. “I want to spend the day with you. Can I do that?”
That caught your attention. You slowly turned back around and blinked the sleep away from your eyes.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
You sat up from bed and gently tugged him down on top of you, wrapping your arms and legs around him loosely as he kept himself propped up with his hands on the mattress.
“We can swim,” he said softly. “Go for a walk. Get one of those couple’s massages,” he suggested, bringing one hand to your cheek and gently brushing your hair away from your face.
“You’d do that? Just me and you?”
Harry nodded. “Gotta have some fun while we’re here, right?”
You grinned and slowly rolled him onto his back, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Yes.”
“So, get ready. I’ll order breakfast. We can eat it out on the deck and then go for a swim.”
“You’ll come join me too? Not just dip your toes in?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, baby. I’ll join you.”
You smiled and Harry felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of your excitement. He craved more of it—more of seeing you happy and him being the reason for it.
“You’re spoiling me today,” you teased. “What got you in such a good mood, hm?”
Harry chuckled and rested his hands on your hips as he stared up at you. “Yesterday was… it was just a really fun day. You brought out a side of my parents that neither me or Peter have seen in such a long time.”
You smiled. “So, I’m being rewarded?”
He rolled his eyes playfully. “You make it sound worse than it is.”
You laughed quietly and then slowly climbed off his lap to stand from the bed. “I’m just teasing. I’m glad you had fun yesterday. I did too.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh,” you said, walking towards your luggage. “Especially our brief time in the room.”
Harry sat up and cleared his throat. He watched you rummage through your luggage to pull another one of your bikinis. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” you said, pulling a yellow pastel-colored two piece. “I’m thinking if we have sex again, we might just have to forego the condom.”
Harry’s lips parted in surprise.
“You know, just one more time, without alcohol in both our systems.” You continued, beginning to walk towards the bathroom. “Just to make sure that it really feels as good as it did yesterday.”
Harry stood from the bed immediately and tripped over his feet as he began walking towards you. He felt himself twitch beneath his shorts, already hardening at the memory of how you felt around him.
“Can’t just say those things,” Harry said, scooping you up into his arms before he set you down on the edge of the sink.
“Why not?” You smiled, biting your lower lip as your arms snaked around his shoulders loosely.
“Gonna get me all excited,” he answered.
“And are you? Excited?”
Harry’s eyes narrowed as he grabbed one of your hands and tugged it down to his crotch. “You tell me.”
You gasped, feeling his hardened length from beneath his shorts as you slowly began to palm him. “Yeah, I’d say you are.”
He chuckled and leaned in to press his lips along the side of your neck, groaning against you when he felt you push your hand down his shorts so you could touch him fully.
“We gonna start our day like this, Harry?”
He nodded and dropped his forehead to your shoulder. “I’d hope so, baby.”
“Good,” you smiled, running a thumb over his glistening tip. You hopped off the sink and moved to kneel down in front of him, pulling his shorts down with his boxers. He kicked them off the side as he placed both hands at the edge of the sink, looking down at you with dark eyes.
“Whatcha doing?” He asked.
“What’s it look like?” You asked back, leaning forward to wrap your lips around his tip. You lapped at his precome, tongue swirling around him slowly.
“Fuck,” he muttered, eyes falling shut as one hand moved to your hair. “This my reward, hm?”
You smiled and pulled back, letting his tip brush along your wet lips. “Yeah, it’s your reward for a good day ahead.”
Then, you put your mouth back on him.
You had been having an amazing morning so far. It made you wonder if more moments like this would occur if you and Harry became something more than what you both were used to. You knew that you both established a rule that you’d talk to each other if one of you started developing feelings, but it just didn’t seem… right.
Because it meant having to admit to him that you were starting to feel something so real for him, when that was never the plan.
You both agreed that you weren’t what he wanted and he wasn’t what you wanted.
But why did three days in the Maldives change all of that?
It wasn’t even the sex that caused a shift. It was the small moments in between. The lingering glances, the soft touches. The way you fit in so naturally with his family. You told yourself it was the fact that you were in the Maldives, pretending to be someone special to him—that was why you started developing feelings for him.
If you just kept it to yourself and waited until all of this was over, surely the feelings would disappear too.
Right?
“You look like you’re thinking,” Harry called out, swimming over to you and resting his arms over the deck. You were sitting at the edge of it, sipping your coffee and dressed in your bikini.
Your eyes narrowed at him. “I’m just… reveling in this moment.”
“Uh huh.”
“I am.”
“Right.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Nope,” he smiled.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed your camera, snapping a few pictures of him before setting it down.
“You ever gonna let me try and take a picture of you?” Harry asked, climbing out of the water and walking towards his towel to dry himself off.
“No.”
He chuckled. “Why not?”
“My camera is my baby… I don’t trust anyone but myself to hold it.”
“That’s a bit serious,” he pointed out, sitting down next to you.
You bit your lower lip and sighed. “I did bring another camera that you can use.” You stood from the deck and walked back inside the villa, disappearing down the hallway to retrieve the Polaroid you brought with you.
After a few minutes, you stepped back outside and handed the Polaroid to Harry. “I trust you with this.”
“Ah, thanks,” he smiled.
“I assume you know how to use it.”
“Why’s that? Because I’m old?”
You smirked and sat back down, leaning back just slightly on your hands. “Maybe.”
“You weren’t calling me old about an hour ago,” he pointed out, winking in your direction.
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.
“In fact, I think you were screaming my name for more,” Harry licked his lips and looked through the viewfinder of the Polaroid before he pressed the button. The film slid out of the camera and he began shaking it.
You grabbed it from his hand and shook your head. “It’s a myth… shaking a Polaroid.” Instead, you tucked the Polaroid underneath your journal to shield it from the light.
“But everyone does it.”
“Shaking it doesn’t make it develop faster… in fact, shaking it can actually cause discoloration or unwanted blotches.”
“Well, you are the professional,” Harry smiled, lifting the camera to his eye again and taking another photo of you. “You look beautiful, you know that?”
You smiled to yourself and glanced over at him. “Are these pictures for me… or for you?”
“For me, obviously.”
When the film came out of the camera, he followed your lead and tucked them underneath your journal as well.
“How about we take one together?” You asked, moving to sit next to him. He wrapped one arm around you as you leaned into him and he raised the camera to face the both of you.
The both of you posed for several pictures—a simple one where the both of you were smiling at the camera, another where he kissed your cheek, but the last one… the last one you were looking into each other’s eyes, a broad smile on both your lips.
Then, he set down the camera and pulled you onto his lap, hand coming up to your cheek. “You make me feel comfortable like this,” he whispered.
“Hmm?”
“I just—I just mean that this week so far… I’ve never felt as comfortable in my own skin as I do when I’m with you.”
You leaned into his touch.
“You just look at me like… like I’m special,” Harry said quietly.
“You are,” you said quickly. “I mean, of course you are, look at your family,” you continued, trying to reason with the fact that this type of conversation wasn’t something that you or Harry were used to having.
He chuckled, but he cleared his throat afterwards. Harry wasn’t sure why he was trying to gauge whether or not you were feeling the same thing he was. Even if you did, he wasn’t sure he’d even act on it.
Would this even work back in New York?
“Look at us,” you smiled. “The Maldives are… making us look at each other just a little bit differently.”
He nodded. Harry felt his stomach drop at that. Maybe you were just still following along, still pretending. He pulled you closer to him until he leaned in to press his forehead against yours.
“So… what’s next?”
“For the day?” You asked.
Harry nodded. Though, he wanted to ask was what would be next after this, after the Maldives. “Yeah, baby.”
“Well… you did mention a couple’s massage,” you grinned.
“Okay,” Harry nodded, kissing your cheek lightly. “I can get that scheduled.”
“I’m definitely gonna miss this once we go back home,” you chuckled.
Harry stared into your eyes.
And at the tip of his tongue, he wanted to say, what if this became real back home… then what?
The massage lasted an hour, but the sounds that were coming out of you did the opposite of what the massage should have been doing. You were letting out relieved groans at the masseuse who was working on you to the point that Harry looked over to see another man’s hands running along your bare back. He ended up cutting his own massage short but he allowed you to continue with yours.
When the masseuses left, you had walked into the bedroom feeling lighter than you ever felt. Harry, on the other hand, was sitting on the edge of it with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed.
“Didn’t have a good massage?” You asked, still walking around in your bikini from earlier that morning.
“Something like that.”
“I’m sorry,” you sighed, walking over to him. “Maybe next time, you should get the guy that worked on me. I swear, he had magic fingers or something.”
Harry huffed. “No thanks.”
You furrowed a brow. “Is something wrong?”
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
He just shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s obviously something if it’s causing this kind of reaction.”
Harry stood from the bed. “I should probably get ready.”
“We have a few hours left…”
“Then I’ll go for a walk.”
“Harry—”
He was almost halfway through the door before he turned to look at you. “Why do you have to make those sounds?”
“What?”
“You were… moaning.”
“I was not.”
He scoffed.
“Okay, the fact that you don’t know the sounds I make is a bit concerning.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed again.
“I wasn’t moaning.”
“Well, that guy was pulling some noises out of you.”
“Yeah… because my body was tense, Harry.”
“Exactly.”
You shook your head. “I wasn’t moaning because he had his fingers inside of me.”
Harry cleared his throat. “It sure sounded like it.”
“Oh my god,” you sighed. “Is this… is this how you get when you’re in a relationship? Did you get like this with Lucy?”
Lucy. You regretted it the moment it left your lips.
“Shit, I’m sorry—”
“I’m not the jealous type.” Harry interrupted. He took a step closer to you now and slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.
“Right. So… why did I find you pouting in here like someone kicked a puppy?”
Harry tightened his jaw. “And I was never like this with Lucy.”
That stirred something inside of you. Something you didn’t want to admit, something that had been simmering in the pit of your stomach since the first day you got here.
“Sure. So, I’m the special one?”
“Yes,” he answered quickly, taking a few more strides in your direction until he was standing in front of you now. “I didn’t like that man’s hands all over you.”
“He was doing his job.”
“I could’ve just fucking given you a massage myself.”
You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, Harry, but you’re not a professional masseuse—”
Then, his large hand lightly encompassed your throat. He didn’t grip it, didn’t cut off any oxygen, but it remained there. Almost like a warning.
And immediately, you felt your insides tingle. Could feel a pool of wetness now settle between your legs.
“I just don’t like other people touching what’s mine.”
Your eyes widened slightly. Harry suddenly turned you around until your back was facing him. Then, he shoved you down onto the bed and crowded you from behind.
“Do you hear me?” He asked.
You nodded, moving your hands to the mattress as you felt his hands roughly push down the bottoms of your bikini. He called you his. That wasn’t him pretending—that was real.
And it made you excited.
“Yes…” you answered.
“Good,” he said. “I’m gonna fuck you now,” Harry said, pushing his own shorts down as he began stroking the base of his length. “And I better hear those fucking moans.”
“Then, I guess you better do a good job then, huh?”
He growled lowly under his breath. Pressed the head of his length at your entrance and lingered there for a moment, gathering your slickness.
“Don’t I always?” Harry whispered, sliding into you in one deep thrust. One hand moved to your hip and he gripped it so tight that you were sure there was going to be a mark there later.
Your back arched and you tried to reach behind him, pushing at his lower abdomen.
He clicked his tongue and grabbed your wrists with one hand, pinning them at your lower back.
“No, you can take it,” he said, pulling out to his tip only to thrust back inside in one go. Harry’s eyes fluttered at the feel of your tight walls, hand tightening around your wrist while the other tightened around your hip.
You moaned loudly, toes curling against the wooden floor as Harry continued his deep thrusts. This felt much more different than what either of you were used to. Sure, he could be rough, but never like this.
Never because he thought you were his.
And certainly never because of his jealousy over another man’s hands on you.
His thrusts sped up. The sounds of your moans mixed in with the sounds of his skin slapping against yours.
When he released your wrists only to get a better grip on you by holding your hips with both hands, you reached out to fist the sheets tightly. You knew that both of you should be responsible, that he should have at least put a condom on, but it just seemed like you both were breaking all of the rules that you established to begin with.
Harry didn’t falter. The moans that escaped you were much more intense than what the masseuse was pulling out of you and a sense of pride overcame him. He leaned over you now, chest pressed against your back as his lips hovered near your ear.
“You’re mine, you know that?” He whispered, nipping at your earlobe.
“Y—Yes,” you answered. “I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours,” he said softly.
Harry pulled out of you abruptly and turned you on your back. He kept your legs spread open for him before he slid back inside. Lowering himself until his nose brushed against yours, Harry whispered again, “I’m yours, baby.”
Harry was dressed in a lightweight black crewneck sweater and a white linen pants. He was staring at the polaroids that were scattered on the kitchen counter, a small smile lining his lips. There was a part of him that knew that maybe he crossed a line earlier today—calling you his and making you say it too wasn’t something he planned.
It was just… an intense moment.
He also didn’t expect to get jealous over some man that you wouldn’t even think about looking twice at. He wasn’t sure what that meant, what this meant, because the more time he spent here with you, the more he started to look at you differently.
Harry heard the sound of your footsteps from down the hallway and he turned his head to look in your direction. Instantly, he felt his throat go dry as his mouth parted in surprise. You had stepped out in a white dress with light green and blue floral print on the side of it and halter neck style with crossover straps. No one had ever stopped him in his tracks the way you did this last week.
“Wow,” he muttered.
You smiled up at him and turned around to give him a full view of the dress. He cleared his throat when he noticed the cowl backless part of the dress. He reached out and ran his fingertips along your soft and bare skin and back up. Your hair was in a bun, strands of hair falling out over your face. You were fucking breathtaking.
“I should thank you,” you said, moving a hand to his chest. “I’ve got a new wardrobe because of you.”
Harry smiled, but he couldn’t help but start thinking about you wearing these clothes for someone else. Someone other than him. “Well, you’re welcome.”
“Do you like it?”
Harry nodded. “You look great.”
“Perfect for dinner on the beach, right?”
“Yeah,” he said softly. “It’s perfect for it.”
“Can you believe we’re almost halfway through this trip?”
Harry nodded. He forced a small smile. “All good things have to come to an end, right?”
“Maybe,” you answered. “Or maybe… maybe we should just stay here forever. You can work remotely, right?”
Harry laughed quietly and took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. Then, he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a light kiss to the back of it. “And what will you do?”
“Oh, I’d be the stay at home girlfriend, obviously.” You said with a quiet chuckle, allowing him to lead you out of the villa.
“Oh, yeah? You’d just wait for me until I get home?”
“Exactly,” you teased. “I’ll obviously clean around the house, make sure dinner’s ready. All of that domestic stuff.”
“But you don’t know how to cook,” Harry teased.
“Hey! I’ve gotten better,” you laughed, gently nudging him with your shoulder.
“Have you?”
“Yes,” you answered. “You’re just too busy to come by for dinner. You just want to get straight to the good stuff,” you winked.
“Can you blame me?” Harry smirked. “Eating isn’t really my main concern whenever I’m around you.”
“Unless…”
“Unless I’m eating you,” he finished for you, leaning over to kiss the side of your neck. You giggled quietly, feeling the brush of his facial hair against your skin.
“Look at us,” you smiled up at him. “We don’t really have to pretend, do we?”
Harry glanced over at the set up of the dinner. String lights around the large trees, several long tables, and people already mingling with drinks in their hands. He looked back down at you. Savoring this small moment of privacy with you before having to surround himself with his family.
“It’s easy with you,” he whispered.
But what he wanted to say was that maybe he didn’t really need to pretend anyway.
“Good,” you said softly, leaning up on your toes to lightly peck his lips. “It’s easy with you too, baby.”
Baby. Harry felt his heart skip a beat. He watched you pull away from him only so that you could greet his parents while he stood there, watching you with longing eyes.
He pulled out his phone for a moment and scanned through his messages until he hovered on his matchmaker’s contact. Opening the message, Harry began typing. He didn’t want to meet anyone else. Harry just wanted you.
But as he began typing, reality started to settle in.
The only reason why this was working so well now was because you both were away from the real world. Here, in the Maldives, both you and Harry could just forget about the realities for a moment. But when you’d both get back to New York, this wouldn’t work.
So, he deleted the message he was going to send and pocketed his phone.
With a deep breath, Harry forced a smile and walked after you.
You were at the water, dipping your toes in as you held the end of your dress just enough so that it wouldn’t get wet. In your other hand, you were holding a glass of wine, walking along the beach with Harry’s mother beside you.
“You and Harry having a great time?” She asked.
You smiled. “We are. I—I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to be here,” you said.
“Oh, please,” she laughed quietly, looping her arm with yours. “You’re family now.”
“Am I?” You smiled. “I mean… me and Harry—our relationship is still a bit new.”
“Look,” his mother said, motioning towards the direction where Harry and his father were at. His eyes were already on yours, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a small glass of scotch. “He can’t stop looking at you, honey.”
“Oh,” you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. “That’s just—that’s just who he is.”
“Sure,” his mother replied. “But he’s never been like this with anyone else before. Not even with Lucy and he was going to propose to her.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “Harry—he’s always found love and relationships difficult, you know? He’s a perfectionist too, so his view of a relationship isn’t quite like everyone else’s.”
You nodded in understanding. You assumed his need to have everything perfect might have been one of the reasons why he couldn’t ever settle down.
“When something would get serious, he’d start nitpicking. Start realizing that the other person was no longer perfect in his eyes. One little thing and it was over… so when he told us he was going to propose to Lucy, I finally thought he was going to settle down.”
“But—”
“But, he didn’t love her.”
You nodded again. “He thought they were perfect for each other.”
His mother nodded. “He did. On paper, they were compatible.” She stopped for a moment and turned to you. “But he never looked at her the way he looks at you.”
A sense of unease settled in your chest. Here you were, standing in front of his mother, lying to her face about the relationship you had with her son. You felt tears sting your eyes. “It’s just the Maldives,” you reasoned.
She laughed. “Do you love him?”
“What?” You let go of your dress, not caring if it got wet. “I—I, um—”
“Okay,” she smiled reassuringly. “You haven’t told each other yet. That’s okay,” she said softly.
You heard her name being called, some of her family members arriving. You nodded down at her and feigned a smile. “Thanks for walking with me,” you said.
“You bring out a side of my Harry that I haven’t seen in a very long time,” she replied. “He’s comfortable. Doesn’t feel like he needs to carry everything.”
You nodded, unsure of what you could say. “He’s—he’s a really good man.”
She smiled. “And you’re perfect for him.”
Then, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving you standing in the water with the ends of your dress now drenched.
Since your conversation with his mother, you had just continued to refill your glass of wine. The entire family were now seated, laughing amongst themselves, as the food was served. Harry was seated next to you, your chair close to his as you felt the heat of his body radiate against you. He kept his arm draped over the back of your seat, hand brushing along your shoulder as you both ate in silence.
He was talking to someone from across the table, but you were in your own world. You couldn’t help but think back to your conversation with his mother. The things she said started making you think of Harry differently now.
He never looked at her the way he looks at you.
You bring out a side of him that I haven’t seen in a very long time.
You’re perfect for him.
You’re perfect for him.
You’re perfect for him.
“Hey,” he whispered quietly into your ear, pulling you out of your thoughts abruptly that you flinched. His brows furrowed as he looked down at you. “You okay? You’re… quiet.”
“Yeah,” you answered quickly. “I’m fine.”
Harry nodded. “How’s the food?”
“Good.”
“You like it?”
“Yeah.”
He sighed and turned his body just slightly to face you. He pulled your chair closer to his. “Okay, what’s going on?” He whispered again.
“Nothing,” you answered. “Can you get me another glass?”
“I think that’s enough for tonight,” Harry answered.
You sighed. You knew he was right.
“Are you… are you uncomfortable?” He asked quietly.
You turned to look up at him now. Concern etched on his features.
“What? N—No, not at all.”
“Then, what?”
You shook your head and reached up to cup his cheek. You feigned a smile and lightly pecked his lips. “I’m okay, Harry. Really.” You pulled back to look up at him. Still, he wasn’t buying it, but he knew now wasn’t the time to get into it.
“Okay,” he said. “If you’re sure.”
“I am,” you lied.
Then, another man from across the table chimed in. He looked to be a younger than Harry, maybe closer to Peter’s age. He was dressed in a white button up shirt, sleeves folded to his elbows and you could tell he already had too much to drink.
“So, how did you two get together? I was expecting Lucy,” he laughed.
Harry straightened in his seat. His hand dropped from the back of your chair only to rest it on your thigh. “Lucy didn’t work out.”
“Ah,” he said. “So, this is the rebound.”
He tightened his jaw. You moved a hand over his.
“Did you bring anyone here?” You asked, tilting your head. “Because I don’t see anyone with you.”
His cheeks reddened. “No, I didn’t bring anyone.”
“Right.”
An older woman, likely this man’s mother, gently smacked his arm. “Be nice, Carlos.”
“Sorry, mama,” he muttered. “Sorry, Harry.”
You leaned against Harry and slowly ran your thumb over the back of his hand. You felt him relax next to you. Carlos’s mother looked between the two of you with a soft smile before she raised her glass for her son to refill.
He did without hesitation, standing from the table and walking away.
“I’m sorry about him,” she said. “You know he gets.”
Harry sighed and nodded.
“You two—you look good together,” she smiled.
You looked up at Harry, only to find him already staring down at you. “I’d hope so,” you teased.
She laughed quietly. “Harry, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this smitten before,” she said.
You cleared your throat. Again, you thought back to what his mother said. Did everyone else see it but you?
Harry felt his cheeks flush. He looked away from you for a moment and shrugged a shoulder. “She’s beautiful,” he said softly. “Why wouldn’t I look smitten?”
“Well, she is beautiful,” she agreed. “But you’ve been with beautiful women before. You’ve just never looked at them the way you do her.”
Harry pulled his hand from your thigh. It felt like he just got caught. He couldn’t look at you, especially now that someone else—someone who didn’t know you—said the same thing his mother had told him before.
“Ah,” you smiled. “I must be special then,” you teased.
Harry finally looked at you. “You are,” he blurted out.
Your brows lifted.
Everyone around the table swooned and awwed.
“Your mother said that this all started at a coffee shop?”
You nodded, slowly looking away from him. “And then, I asked him out to dinner. Right, baby?”
Harry nodded. “She did. It’s one of the things I love about her—she goes after what she wants.”
You stiffened next to him.
He did too.
One of the things I love about her…
It slipped.
Harry didn’t meant to say it like that.
“Kissed him that night too,” you said softly, forcing out quiet laugh.
Everyone at the table chuckled.
“What do you love about him?” Someone asked.
You cleared your throat. You hesitated before looking up at him. “I love… I love how selfless he is. He always makes sure that the people he cares about is taken care of.”
Another person at the table grinned. “Sounds like you’d be a great father, Harry.”
Your eyes widened.
Harry’s jaw clenched.
“Yeah,” he chuckled nervously. “Maybe one of these days, but not anytime soon.”
“Well, you aren’t getting any younger,” someone said.
You looked over at him.
Harry was about to say something before soft music began playing. He let out a shaky breath and felt relief wash over him once everyone from the table stood and walked towards the sound of the music. That left you and him sitting at the table, the topic of conversation now lingering between the both of you.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Are you okay?”
You nodded.
“Are we okay?”
You sighed. “Harry—”
“If this is too much, you need to let me know. That was one of our rules.”
“Doesn’t feel like we’re following our rules anymore, don’t you think?” You blurted out.
Harry’s brow furrowed. “What?”
“Nothing.”
He sighed.
Peter called your name.
Then he called Harry’s.
The both of you looked away from each other to glance up at Peter who was dancing slowly with Charlotte.
“Join us, you two lovebirds!” He called out.
“We’re good, Peter!”
You shook your head. “We should dance.”
“What?” Harry asked.
“We still… have to pretend.”
He nodded. “Right, okay.”
Harry stood from the table and extended a hand out for you. You slid your hand into his and felt him lead you towards where everyone else was. Slowly, Harry pulled you to his chest, one hand on your lower back and the other keeping your hand close against him. Your free hand moved to his shoulder as you stared up at him.
Peter chuckled next to the both of you, shaking his head at how lost you two were in each other’s eyes.
There are days
I wake up and I pinch myself
You're with me, not someone else
And I'm scared, yeah, I'm still scared
That it's all a dream
Harry kept you close to him. He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours. Unshed tears glistened in your eyes as you stared at him. The both of you swayed to the song, everyone at the dinner now fading away until it was just the two of you.
When you say
You love the way I make you feel
Everything becomes so real
Don't be scared, no, don't be scared
'Cause you're all I need
“Thank you,” he whispered. “For doing this. For agreeing to it all.”
“I’d do anything for you, Harry,” you said quietly. You blinked a few times, tears now trickling down your cheek slowly. He moved his hand from your own to gently wipe your tears away, lightly pressing a kiss to your cheek.
And you still look perfect as days go by
Even the worst ones, you make me smile
I'd stop the world if it gave us time
“You’re crying,” he said softly.
“I’m not.”
He sighed. “Baby…”
All my life
I thought it'd be hard to find
The one 'til I found you
And I find it bittersweet
'Cause you gave me something to lose
“I don’t deserve you,” Harry said, his voice trembling.
“Yeah, you don’t,” you teased.
He smiled, relaxing instantly. Harry moved both hands to lock together at your lower back as he pulled you against him. “What if… what if we don’t ever have go back to New York?”
“What?”
“I can work remotely. You can be my stay at home girlfriend,” he answered
You smiled.
So did Harry.
You moved your cheek to rest against his chest, eyes falling shut as the song continued to play in the background.
'Cause when you love someone
You open up your heart
When you love someone
You make room
If you love someone
And you're not afraid to lose 'em
You probably never loved someone like I do
You probably never loved someone like I do
Later that night, when everyone had gone back to their villas, Charlotte was sitting at the edge of her bed, staring down at the message on her phone.
Peter stepped into the room and tilted his head.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” she answered quickly. Charlotte forced a smile and turned her phone off. “Ready for bed?”
“Yeah,” he smiled, climbing into the bed and pulling her with him. “Did you see Harry tonight?”
She nodded.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this before,” Peter chuckled. “Wanna bet that they’re gonna get engaged soon?”
Charlotte looked over at him. “Peter…”
“What?”
“Harry’s signed up with Adore, did you know that?”
His brow furrowed. “No, why would he be with Adore?”
“Lucy—she said that he’s got like five matches and that his matchmaker’s already got dates scheduled for when he gets back to New York.”
Peter tightened his jaw. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Do you think she’s lying?” Charlotte asked. “I told her that he was here with someone else and—and well, maybe she’s lying?”
“She better be,” he whispered. “Because Harry isn’t a cheater.”
“And what if is the truth?” She whispered. “God, he’s gonna break her heart.”
“No,” Peter shook his head. “I’ll—I’ll talk to him tomorrow morning. You take her out for breakfast or something.”
She nodded. “For what it’s worth, I hope Lucy was lying.”
Peter sighed and grabbed his phone, sending Harry a quick text about tomorrow. His older brother gave him a thumbs up as a response. “We’ll figure it out.”
“I think he loves her,” Charlotte added. “And I don’t think he’s told her yet.”
Peter looked down at her. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”
“And maybe it’s because of this, because of Adore.”
He sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Let’s just… try and get some sleep. We’ll figure everything out tomorrow.”
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“Frankie has relapsed. Cocaine has crept back into his life. He and Estelle split up, and he moved back in with his mother. But when Frankie finds himself alone with his ex-wife in her shop, something happens. ( They have a daughter named Bianca. :)”
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Frankie leaned forward and Estelle ended up lying on her back on the floor. The man’s breathing became labored, and the woman giggled. "Yeah, this floor is really comfortable. I could take a little nap.”
Frankie shook his head and smiled.
"You're not going to take a nap," He said.
"May I?" She nodded biting her lower lip. “Oh, you're serious” she stretched and the man kissed her jaw. Frankie's weight on the body was comforting. They were in the dark and she couldn't see his face, but she could feel him smiling against her skin. His hands slowly flowed everywhere, caressing every sensitive spot, and Estelle’s breathing became irregular. Frankie took the hem of her shirt.“Frankie.” The man looked up. “May I?” He knew the mapping of her body and the woman's reaction to his touch inflated his chest with devotion and pride.
"It's been months," she said. "Never mind," he replied. "Sorry, I didn't mean to rush you. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to do anything,” he added, mortified. Estelle shook her head. "I want to do it. But I’m talking about practical reasons. It’s been a long time.” Frankie smiled and kissed the woman’s belly.
Estelle knew where this was going. As always, she felt as if the man was taking care of her. She shuddered when she felt his breath against her core. Frankie knew what he was doing, and he was good at it. Before long, Estelle collapsed. The man sat up to look at her relaxed expression. She reached out her arms and pulled him back against her chest. They remained silent for a while. Estelle stroked his hair and kissed him. "I don't have any condoms," she murmured.
Frankie lifted his head. "Oh, really? I thought you took them with you tonight,”
“And why so?”
“Because you went out with your friends and—” The man began tracing small circles with his fingertip on Estelle’s chest. She shook her head. “No, Frankie. I didn’t intend to go with anyone.”
“Well, I don’t have them either,” the woman said, clicking her tongue. “Are we giving up?” The man pressed his lips between her breasts. “Are we done?” Frankie didn’t answer, but instead began kissing her passionately. The two ended up moving from the floor to the counter.
“Just pull out honey”
They completed each other, filling each other with words and flesh.
"I told you I missed you," Frankie murmured, leaning against the counter. "And not just for that reason," he added, pointing and her breasts.
"I was in so much pain," the woman murmured. "And I was afraid of losing you for good. Maybe it would have hurt less if I’d let you go.” She squeezed the man’s hand tightly. He nodded, feeling a twinge in his chest.
Estelle’s phone rang: it was Bianca. “Bianca? Why is she calling me so late?“
Honey?”
“Mom, it’s 2:30 a.m. and you’re not at home—should I be worried?” The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh, sorry, a friend of mine got drunk and isn’t feeling too well,” she lied.
“Liar,” Frankie commented, putting on his T-shirt. Estelle elbowed him.
“I’ll be right there. You go to sleep in the meantime,” she hung up the phone and sighed, looking for her skirt.
Once they were dressed, the two made their way to the door. “So, um, are you going back to your mom’s now?” The man nodded. “Okay, we’ll talk about tonight soon.”
pairing/AU: 70s!pornstar!joel miller x inexperienced!female reader
summary: miserable after losing your job, your friend drags you out to a club to dance away your sadness. on the dancefloor you meet a handsome stranger, who then whisks you away into his fantasy world as his assistant for his porn career. what happens when the lines get blurred?
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! reader is 23, joel is in his early 30s, swearing, misogyny (bc of the times™), accuracies and inaccuracies about the 70s, drinking of alcohol, smoking of cigarettes (it’s the 70s alright), mentions of a bad previous sexual encounter and losing your virginity, use of pet names, porn (obviously lmao), sextoys, only one bed, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex (don’t do it!!), no use of y/n
a/n: i had fun with this one, but it turned out to be longer than i first intended. i hope people will like it still! also big thank you to @dustydaddyyy, for proofreading this
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Under a pink and orange Los Angeles sky, your platforms clicked against the sidewalk. Day left an hour ago, dipping behind the green hills of Laurel Canyon. Walking down The Strip, arms linked with your friend Deborah, the street bustled in the awakening night. Music spilled from clubs and bars, seducing the dressed-up crowd passing by this Friday night.
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