H A R R Y

Request Number: 5 - “Let me touch you please?”

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk.

Title: Kale Juices Make Me Gag, But Not You 

A/N: I really don’t know why I came up with this sort of a title, kill me. 

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There wasn’t anything better than seeing Harry getting ready to head to the gym - hell, even going anywhere for that matter. But there was something about his skin tight, black long sleeve Nike top that accentuated his muscles and defined his upper body, and [Y/N] was all for it.

She was watching Harry from the lounge make some pure green kale and spinach smoothie that made [Y/N] gag every time he made her one. She felt bad if she didn’t drink it because Harry always says that it’s ‘made with love’. Although that is entirely the truth, there’s only one thing she didn’t mind gagging on, and that was Harry.

Ever since they’ve been in L.A for a bit, they’re constantly out and about and nothing’s ever been too eventful in the bedroom. They were either at events, dinners with some of Harrys friends, and most recently at a Halloween party. There just wasn’t enough time for intimacy and it was just one of those days where [Y/N] was really craving it.

However, today was pretty much the only free day before they head back over to England for the holidays and [Y/N] couldn’t think of a better way to approach it other than now. Saves her waiting almost three days to a week and a half to get her way.

“Do you have to go?” She asks with a whine after getting up off the couch. Harry looks up with a smile when he sees that she’s wearing one of his t-shirts and only a pair panties.

“Have to doll, m’going to Yin yoga today, got like…twenty minutes to get there and you know L.A - traffics fucked here.” Harry groans, making him actually think of the traffic that there’s going to be.

“Yin yoga?” [Y/N] raises her eyebrows in confusion, however, continuing to waltz over to him towards the bench.

“It’s like a really deep stretching class.” Harry explains, taking a few sips of his green juice.

“Can’t you stretch me out instead?” [Y/N] provocatively suggests.

Harry just about spat out his drink, coughing in the mean time as he was trying to take her seriously. But [Y/N] wasn’t laughing, she was being as real and honest as possible.

“Baby, as much as I want to-“

“Please don’t go H, haven’t felt you in a while, I need to feel you or something. Let me touch you please.” [Y/N] wraps her arms around Harrys body.

“You are touching me baby.” He laughs, not being able to wiggle his way out of her bear hug.

“But I’m-“

“Horny?” Harry chuckled. “Figured.” He added with a nod and smirk.

“Is it that obvious?” She sighed into him.

“Sure is baby doll.” He says while winking down at her.

“Please, need it so bad.” [Y/N] whined to him, chin resting on his chest as she looks up at him innocently.

She knows how Harry feels about begging. At times Harry’s asked her to beg for it because that feeds into the narcissist within him. As of right now, [Y/N] was doing just that. It didn’t help Harry because he actually wanted to go to yoga, but he could never say no to his girl.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” Harry requests, starting to slightly unfold under her demands.

“So, so, so, bad, need to feel your thick cock in my mouth- or in me, please Harry.” Her merciful begging continued to bring Harry closer to a decision.

“Always want it don’t yeh doll?” Harry is the one to bring her closer now, pulling [Y/N] in by her hips into his crotch.

Their lips meet just a for a few sweet moments before they both fronted a fiery session of nothing but teeth grazing over each other’s skin. Harry was hungry, yet [Y/N] was hungrier.

“Change of plan.” Harry pulls away closely for a second. “M’gonna fuck you.” He added, eyes beelining with hers.

[Y/N] was more than happy with that outcome. Judging by their quick intimate make-out session, she only knew that this was going to be even more blissful.

Harry’s hands dropped underneath [Y/N]’s thighs, hoisting her up onto the cold counter. His mouth attached to [Y/N]’s neck like a leech, leaving some wicked reddish mark that would turn purple overnight.

He backs away for a second taking in the sight of flustered she is, almost cutely embarrassed for being this horny. But Harry encouraged it, he knew how satisfying it felt to have you needs met, or beyond.

With a grip around the sides of her panties, Harry slid the fabric down her legs as quickly as he was able to get his grey shorts off. His hard length springing onto his lower abdomen.

“Look how wet you are pet.” Harry holds the top of his cock, teasing at her entrance as he slides it between her folds.

The sensation of it was already working wonders, that it made her grit her teeth. But there was more that she needed.

“Stop teasing me you bastard and fuck me.” She hissed.

“Yeah?” Harry presses his length straight into her, stretching her walls out as she longed for before. [Y/N]’s head is thrown back, mouth ajar as her eyes flutter up at the ceiling.

“Jesus Christ.” She gulps.

“This what you want? Feel my cock in your tight, pretty pussy, huh?” Harry pulls [Y/N] closer from the small of her back so that she slides further onto his dick than before.

“Answer me.” Harry demands from her in an authoritative tone.

“Y-Yes! Please just…just fuck me hard.” She grabs at the sides of Harry’s neck, drawing him in closer to her mouth only to suck and bite at his throat.

Moaning in the process of doing so, Harry gets into a steady pace of thrusts, mindfully acknowledging the pain she was causing around his throat. He knew that if he would say anything out loud about it, [Y/N] would instantly be in control. But he didn’t have to say anything, [Y/N] knew very well that he was obsessed with it, even to a point where she was convinced that he had a pain kink.

At this point, there was no time for Harry to even think about yoga, unless it had something to do with bending [Y/N]’s body into a yoga pose and fucking her that way - just thinking about it made Harry thrust harder into her, hitting all the right spots.

“Fuck Harry, just like that.” [Y/N] sucks in a few sharp breaths every time Harry fucked her harder.

“Yeah? Like it when I fuck you hard pet? Feel so fucken tight around my cock.”

The velvety feel of her walls was throwing Harry into a trance, not being able to get over how fucking amazing she feels.

“Yes Harry, p-please, make me cum.” She hiccups, already starting to feel the ball of pleasure unfolding in her tummy.

“Not til I say so.” Harry orders.

[Y/N] was okay with that, at least for the next thirty seconds when she could feel her toes tingle and her insides being relentlessly overthrown by Harry’s thick cock. Not long after, Harry himself felt like he was about to combust. The mindset of him cumming inside of her kept driving him into a blissful oblivion.

“H-Harry.” [Y/N] murmurs weakly, not starting to feel her body go numb that it was almost effecting her speech. “Please…can I cum?” She asked nicely.

“Make a mess of it pet, want you to cum all over my cock.” Harry looked her dead in the eye as he watches his girl let go.

Watching her expressions intently every second that she’s close to cumming, especially when she reaches her orgasm. The way she stared back at Harry, struggling to keep her eyes open as her body spasmed with pleasure.

“I’m…I’m cumming!” [Y/N] announces, which was then Harry’s cue to pound into her like his life depended on it.

Within seconds, she was cumming around Harry’s cock as her hands were under that skin tight long sleeve of his and clawing at his back. Marking it up like it was her territory. The tightening of her walls threw Harry into a frenzy as he leans the weight of hi upper body right into [Y/N]’s as he orgasms as well.

The two of them both exhale round about the same time followed by one final set of moans that were pushed by her. Their bodies relax, muscles slacken and ease comfortably. Harry’s head was resting on [Y/N]’s shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groans, finally gaining some energy to lift his face back up to get a glimpse of [Y/N] when a smirk spread across his face.

“Look at you pet.” Harry stares in adoration. “All fucked out on the counter.” He added smugly.

“Hope it was better than going to yin yoga.” [Y/N] mocked with a chuckle.

A/N: I mean you said anything sooo I sort of went with a Halloween theme since its well…Halloween with number 5 from my request list hehe. And guys, I’ve just finished my exams for the year and I’m so nervous about my results, if I fail, I’ll straight up leave my country and never come back. 

Request List: No. 5 = “Let me touch you.”

Title: Devil May Care

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It was October, the month of Autumn and none other than Halloween. Being one of [Y/N]’s favourite months throughout the year, she was glad to be celebrating weekend after weekend of nothing but Halloween parties and dressing up in costumes. She had everything planned out along with the help of Harry. This was the third time spending Halloween together and last year was a little quiet. As much as she loved being at home watching spooky and scary movies on the couch with H, it was a lot more fun to really get amongst the Halloween community.

Harry was nice enough to let her plan at least three outfits out of the four parties they were going to attend throughout the month, and neither of them couldn’t wait. They had a lot of fun trying things on in costume stores and even buying some that had absolutely nothing to do with Halloween whatsoever.

But tonight’s attire was the classic angel and devil look. Of course, Harry being Harry, hewanted to sport the devil leaving [Y/N] no choice but to dress up like the angel she is. Until she put a little spin on it and decided to go for the sexy appeal. When the two finally went shopping for their outfits, [Y/N] was hunting for white coloured items to pin together the usual angelic, innocent look .Harry on the other hand had to go simple yet extravagant.

He had on the usual plush red devil horns that were attached to a headband sitting in his curly hair, a fitted black blazer on top of a red sheer dress shirt and black high wasted pants with a flare extending from his calves to match it. It was very Harry Styles. He also spent about half an hour gaining courage to stick in a pair of solid black contacts, then another half an hour to actually stick them in. As soon as he completed that task, Harry was more than happy with the final result. He ended up looking pretty freaky in the end, but [Y/N] thought it was actually quite hot.  

“Wait, let me…” [Y/N] reaches for Harry’s red dress shirt and undid at least four buttons midway to his butterfly tattoo. He smirks down at her while she’s fixing him up, dimples deepening as his hands dug into the pockets of his pants.

“How do I look?” He asks once she steps away, giving her a bit of a twirl.

“Freaky, but, hot freaky.” She winked at him.

“I’m literally dressed up as the devil and have full on black eyes - what’s so hot about that?” Harry winks, almost teasing [Y/N] for the fact that she has this newfound liking on ‘devil Harry’.

“Everything actually - is it too much if I wanna add some glitter to you?” [Y/N] pleads more than she asks him.

“Can never say no to glitter.” Harry responds who humbly welcomes the experience.

She grins widely, reaching into the plastic back of things that she bought earlier and extracted out a tub of red glitter. Unscrewing the lid, she tips a small heap of it into the palm of her hand as she palms it over Harry’s bare chest and abdomen even smearing the excess glitter over her hand and deliciously adding a handprint of glitter against his throat. The tiny red specs of glitter made everything look ten times better –if that was even possible.

But it was now Harry’s turn to gawk at her.

[Y/N] had rolled on some thin white thigh high socks, attaching them to the garter underneath the short, white, loose and silky lingerie dress she managed to find at a thrift store that had a band of fluffy material around the hem of it. Then she topped it off with a feathery halo and applied a shimmery highlighter to the exposed parts of her body. Harry honestly thought she looked like a real angel even though she already was one in his eyes.

“Look at you pet.” Harry comments before bringing his bottom lip between his teeth. At first his suit was giving him some sort of reassurance on having an amazing night, but after seeing [Y/N] in her outfit, he wasn’t so sure if he was going to last without wanting to pin her up against a wall and taking her right there.

“My pretty angel.” He adds, gently dragging his thumb over her lips before kissing her softly.

This entire experience was on a new level. Neither Harryor [Y/N] could tell if it was the way they were dressed up that managed to turnon the both of them – at least Harry in this sense. On the other hand, [Y/N] found Harry to be extremely entrancing, especially With black eye contacts in. There was something so maliciously inviting about it.

Harry guides [Y/N] to the tall mirror in their bedroom, directing her to face their reflections. He had his chin resting on her shoulder while his arms were wrapped around the front of her body. It took Harry some god almighty strength to not touch her the way he wanted but self-restraint was way in the rear vision mirror. Harry slowly starts to drop one of his hands, slipping it ever so swiftly underneath the silk fabric of [Y/N]’s costume.

“Not today Satan.” [Y/N] laughs at her own reference she just made then detaches his conniving hands from her body.

“S’taking me a lot to not have you up that wall.” Harry ticks his head.

“Maybe when we get home in a couple of hours.” She hints. “Then I’ll let you fuck me up on the wall.”

“No pet, I don’t wanna wait that long. At least let me taste yeh?” Harry begs her.

A tingle just spread over [Y/N]’s entire body. Harry had a way with his words that can make [Y/N] feel things other people would die to feel, not to mention his actions. They were laced with something enticing – everything about him was.

“But the party H.” [Y/N] whines, not wanting to miss out on anything. Harry swings with her towards the bed, the back of her knees hitting the edge until shelands on her back with Harry hovering above her.

“We’ll go, promise angel” Harry assures her, placing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I – God, let me touch you.” He growls lowly in frustration.

“Go back to the part where you said that you wanted to taste me.” Says [Y/N] with an innocent smile. Harry just wanted to ruin her for that, especially when she batted her pretty eyelashes up at him.

He gets [Y/N] to prop up her legs so that he can, at any time, lock her in tight with arms when she’s about to cum. Harry plants a few kisses around her neck and some that were a little bit harsh that for sure left some reddish marks. But [Y/N] couldn’t care less. She was more of a ‘in the moment’ type of person.

Rest aside, Harry starts to pitch up the short silk dress to reveal what pretty and intricate lingerie she had on. Despite wearing all white, [Y/N] was pulling off a pair of red panties only to portray this unholy message that was registering in Harry’s brain.

“Playing a fuckin’ dangerous game wearin’ these.” Harry comments as he starts to unhook the clips from the garter.

“You don’t like them?” [Y/N] pouts innocently. Harry fucking lived for her being pouty and innocent, it just fed into his dominant side.

“I…” Harry trailed off in between kisses. “…Fuckin’ love em.” He continues, even though he was sliding them off down her legs.

Harry was growing harder for her at the state she was in – the pre-flustered, hot and bothered, ‘I want more daddy’, type of state. She was so needy for him thatit was starting to frustrate her, and Harry would sure as hell second that. So,to ease that frustration, Harry wastes no time by diving in. The first few stripes he licked across [Y/N]’s clit already caused her to shiver.

Even after numerous amounts of times where Harry’s eaten her out, she could never get used his tongue. He was spontaneous with it, changing up his patterns, sucking, writing the alphabet against her clit – anything to throw [Y/N] off.

“Oh, fuck baby.” Her body shudders, goosebumps raising on her arms at the sudden rush of pleasure.  

She wiggles around trying to pry away fromHarry’s mouth, but he wasn’t having it. The whole build up of euphoria seemed to be the hardest part to escape, but god Harry was giving it to her good.

“H-Harry, fuck right there.” [Y/N] managed toget a glimpse of him going down on her when she lifts her head up from the bed.

There was something so hellishly exciting and arousing about seeing Harry dressed up as some demonic being. How his usual greens eyes were covered by the black film of the contacts just really sealed the deal. She ought to remind Harry that maybe next time they have sex that they should do a roleplay to spice things up.

Her head slams back when Harry lets go of her hands and end up wrapping them around her legs to bring her pussy closer to his mouth. A series of strained moans were continuously escaping [Y/N]. At one point she found herself out of breath from the high she was about to face.

“Please…please, don’t stop.” [Y/N] grabbed straight for Harry’s hair regardless of where his devil horns were where he placed earlier. She was tugging and tugging at him, mouth parted as she was now trying to wiggle her way out of Harrys strong lock.

“Hey.” He lifts his head up, lips swollen adeeper pink than they usually are as [Y/N] groans in response.

“Keep still, or I’ll stop, understood?” He raises his eyebrows at her. [Y/N] nods repeatedly, she couldn’t imagine how she would feel if Harry refused to let her cum.

Once Harry sees that she’s being sincere and before he dips back down on her, he slides off a couple of his rings, setting them to the side and [Y/N]’s back to square one. She feels even more needy for him than before. Starting with his index finger, Harry easily slides it inside of her, grinning as he’s doing so.

“So wet angel.” Harry said with satisfaction, meanwhile [Y/N] is trying to hold herself together on the bed. Harry wedges a second finger with ease causing [Y/N] to arch her back. As he slowly began pumping in and out of her, Harry then finally brought his mouth back down to her pussy, licking over and over again and [Y/N] could only make room for a few more seconds before she combusts.

“Harry! Fuck, I’m cumming – please-“ She strains on a sting of moans, voice caught in her throat.

Harry never stopped, she was clenching and tightening around his fingers, drenching them even. Meanwhile he was looking up at her at the same time, just watching her body quiver and quake every time he curled hisfingers.

“Yes!” [Y/N] shouts out, finally reaching the tipping point as the muscles in her body seized up and contracted. As she was riding through her orgasm, Harry was still working his mouth and fingers, making sure that she would be driven to the brink of euphoria.

It was at least almost half a minute where she kept cumming, not being able to stop thanks to Harry’s doing and Harry knew when she had enough. He slowly started moving his fingers for a little bit just to bring her back down to a balance before fully taking them out of her. [Y/N] laid there exhausted, now questioning if she even wanted to attend the Halloween party, but they had to make an appearance.

“Fuck Harry.” [Y/N] lets out a giant sigh. He stands up from the ground, a huge smirk spread on his face.

A/N: Even creating this list had me all hot and bothered too hehe. I’ve gotten like so many requests and imma try do all of them but I have two exams on the same day next week so I might not post til after then. For the time being, enjoy this smut ;)

Title: Bored and Ungrateful

Numbers: 2: “You wanna say that again?” & 30: “Open your mouth”

Tags: Smut, blowjob, swearing, slightly dom!H

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“Do we actually have to go to this?” [Y/N] whines even though she continues to put on her seat belt, not that she had much of a choice anyways. 

“Yes, just have to show my face for a few hours then I promise we’ll leave right away.” Harry assures her.

Award season. One of her favourite yet hated times of the year. To her, it always felt like there was award shows going on and Harry had to attend as much of them as he could. If he had it his way, neither of them would be driven to the event. They would just be staying home on the couch, watching films, maybe even get a workout in. But no, this was Jeff’s doing. He wanted as much publicity for Harry as humanly possible. Harry couldn’t give a shit about the physical awards he received, all he wanted to do was create his music and send it out to the world.

“You look gorgeous by the way.” Harry compliments her followed by a smug wink, his hand finding its way to her exposed thigh.

If there was one thing that Jeff couldn’t control in Harry’s life, it was the fashion that he invested in. Harry and [Y/N] always had to have matching colours on the carpets, it’s one of the many reasons why people idolised them so much. They were literally the it couple. [Y/N] sported a beautiful black dress as Harry wore a full, solid black suit matched with a glittery Gucci blouse underneath the blazer. If anything, they looked intimidating, powerful and that nobody should have the right to talk to them.  

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” [Y/N] smirks.

By the time the pair arrived, they could already hear the hysterical screaming and yelling going on outside. Flashes from cameras near blinding them and their night hadn’t even started yet. Harry was the first out of the vehicle that the second he took one step outside, the screaming got louder. He went around to [Y/N]’s door, opening it as Harry takes her hand to help her out. They both walk hand-in-hand on the carpet, stopping for a few interviews, photos and Harry of course needed to see his dedicated fans.

But after almost two hours [Y/N]’s mood was starting to go south. She was getting slightly annoyed of following Harry around and not really being able to say much or get a word into him to ask when they were going inside. Although, [Y/N] doesn’t blame everyone for wanting to meet Harry. Any chance people could get, they would come up to him, congratulate him for something, ask him a few questions, take a few pictures and the cycle would repeat.

What almost set [Y/N] on fire were the few females who had the privilege to walk the carpet, and the privilege to see Harry. And it killed her to just stand there and watch it unfold. How they laughed and smiled every time Harry said something funny, the way they reacted when he spoke, and most of all; when they were getting a little too close for [Y/N]’s comfort.  

Two out of the four that were huddling around him were occasionally squeezing his arm, trying to weave themselves into his body – [Y/N] wasn’t having it, but, she had to bite her tongue and let it happen. She knew that Harry was able to conduct himself in these situations and how loyal he is, but it was everyone else that seemed to piss her off.

After wrapping up his conversation with them, Harry rejoined with his girlfriend and headed inside to be seated at their table with a couple of other celebrities. [Y/N] was able to cool off for a little bit when she was offered a glass of champagne and finally got to sit down next to Harry.

“You’re a little quiet baby.” Harry speaks to her. She gave him a little side eye hoping that he wouldn’t notice, but Harry just about sees damn near everything.

“Alright.” Harry sighed with a smile, sliding his seat closer to her. “What’s going on?” He asks. There was a slight inkling in his brain as to why she was playing up, but Harry just wanted to hear her say it. 

“Bored.” [Y/N] stated with no expression whatsoever on her face. Harry couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bored? We’ve only been here for two hours and you’re already bored?” Harry scoffs. “Or…is it something else?” He smirks, his fingers dancing over the bare skin of her back.

“Drop it Harry, I don’t feel like watching some stupid award show anymore.” [Y/N] spits, sliding herself on her chair away from him. From there, her mood kept rapidly rolling south.

He retracts his hand and rolls his eyes feeling slightly embarrassed that [Y/N] was beginning to act up, especially in public. But he was very good at being able to tell the difference between when she literally means something, and when she just needs a bit of a telling off – in Harry’s way.

“Do you know how fuckin’ spoilt you sound?” Harry says in his authoritative voice. “I take you to all these nice events and around the world, yet you can’t sit still for a few hours cause your bored.” He growls.

“Are you saying that I’m not grateful?” [Y/N] bites back, now gaining Harry’s full attention.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Harry scoffed.

“Well fuck you then, you know very well how much gratitude I show to you, but it seems like you’re the ungrateful one.” [Y/N] argues back with him. “And maybe this award show would be a little less boring if you were actually nominated for something.” She added.

Harry sprung up from his chair, his tolerance now came to the absolute end. He didn’t mind a bit of banter, arguing and bickering between him and [Y/N], but there was a turning point for Harry when she swears at him. Only is that ever allowed pretty much in the bedroom, or at least when she’s being sarcastic. Yet this time, Harry knew she wasn’t being that at all.

“You wanna say that again?” Harry looks down at her with this intimidating stare that figuratively had [Y/N] on the edge of her seat. 

She could see the situation going two ways; either she complies with Harry and be the good girl he wants her to be, or, she could be stubborn which from there results in either Harry denying her of any sexual favour for at least a week or potentially making her cum until her body can’t take it anymore. She’s had the displeasure yet pleasure of both, but [Y/N] decided to be a little bit stubborn to an extent to see where the night was going to take them.

“I said fuck y-“

“Get up, we’re leaving.” Harry rudely interrupts her. [Y/N]’s a little bit confused now that Harry was sending a few mixed signals, to her he almost sounded serious. So, she complied, that’s what she wanted in the first place anyways.

Celebrities her were finding their tables wave out at Harry as he waves back like their little quarrel never even happened. Harry sneakily takes [Y/N]’s hand and has her rest it in between his rib and linked over his arm. The same women Harry was conversing with before were no longer smiling now that they saw his girlfriend latched onto him.

Through the crowds of people, Harry still led [Y/N] with him right up til he reached a pair of double doors. His arm drops so that her hand detaches from him too. She takes note of his aggravated expression when he starts looking up and down the hallway before opening up another door and dragging [Y/N] with him.

It was an unoccupied bathroom, now occupied by [Y/N] and Harry as he quickly locks the door whilst she stands back in confusion.

“Har-“

“On your knees.” Harry cuts her off, bolting around to face her.

“Huh?” [Y/N] was dazed for a couple of seconds then eventually clicked as to what Harry was getting at.  

“So fuckin’ ungrateful you are.” Harry growls, pulling her by her arms close into his body. [Y/N]’s eyes met his intimidating stare before releasing his firm grip.

“I said get on your knees.” Harry repeats and demands. “Such a naughty fuckin’ girl” He added.

Instantly she drops down before him as he’s quick to unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper. [Y/N] watches intently at his hands, ring clad fingers as his veins pop out slightly from all the adrenaline starting to wash through him. This was fifty times better than waiting at a table for three hours doing nothing while Harry talks to everyone.

His length springs out from his trousers, [Y/N] not wasting any time as she already starts to suck. Her newfound goal was to please Harry as much as possible while trying to be a good girl for him.

Her mouth envelopes the tip, sucking so gently to start off before really starting to put in the hard work. One of Harry’s hands quickly grasps onto a fistful of [Y/N]’s hair, throwing his head back as the ecstasy starts to build.

“Consider this as y’punishment for actin’ up.” Harry spoke, continuing to tighten his grip on her hair.

Even without Harry’s hold on her, [Y/N] was able bob up and down his cock, hollowing out her cheeks around him then sliding back down. For her to go down a little bit further on him, she grabs the sides of his thighs which enabled her to deep throat him. Harry lets out a low moan followed by a couple of profanities before bringing his bottom lip between his teeth to shut himself up.

“Fuck [Y/N].” Harry strains to speak, looking down at her as she stares back up at him with her big eyes.

With her hair in his hand, Harry pulls [Y/N] away from his cock, giving her a little bit of an interval for a break. He takes himself in his hand, stroking slowly a couple of times as it put [Y/N] in displeasure of only watching. She wanted to touch him again, feel him in her mouth or better yet inside of her if Harry was feeling nice. But judging by the way she was acting before, it looked like she was getting nothing at this rate.

“Open your mouth.” Harry ticked his head.

Her mouth parted wide, tongue sticking out slightly as Harry was on the brink of cumming. He jerked at his hard length a couple of times, face screwing together before releasing straight into [Y/N]’s mouth in spurts.

“Jesus - fuck!” Harry growls, eyes fluttering a bit. “Thas’ it.” He elicits out a dark chuckle. 

[Y/N] even moans a little bit at the warm liquid resting on her tongue and some just on her chin. As soon as Harry was finished, he watches his girl close her mouth and swallow everything he just gave to her. That in itself was a turn on for Harry, but now wasn’t the time to continue their antics.

“Up you get.” Says Harry as he readjusts himself and buckles his belt together again. [Y/N] turns to the mirror, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before fixing herself as well.

“You still have-“ Harry gently averts her face to his with his hand then uses his thumb to wipe away a drop his cum that was left on her jaw.

“Can’t walk out of here with Harry Styles’ jizz on my face can I?” [Y/N] joked.

“Could’ve been in you if you ask nicely next time you wanna leave.” said Harry with a laugh.

“I like that idea, although, I always prefer it in my mouth.” She replied, sending him a wink.

A/N: Send me a number or two and I’ll write some smut!! X

1. “On your knees.”

2. “You wanna say that again?”

3. “Ought t’fuck you right here if I have to.”

4. “Nobody’s watching, we’re good.”

5. “Let me touch you please.”

6. “You have no idea what I’m thinking about right now.”

7. “Be grateful that I’m even letting you cum. Been so fucking naughty lately.”

8. “Wanna take this to the bed? Or the table, bench, shower, you choose.”

9. “Let me tie you up?”

10. “Don’t lie to my face again.”

11. “Fuck you have no idea what you do to me.”

12. “She broke my fucking heart.”

13. “What do you want - my tongue? Fingers? Or both?”

14. “Actin’ like a spoilt brat.”

15. “I love you, but I fucking hate you.”

16. “You like that princess? Does my princess like that?”

17. “Fuckin’ try me.”

18. “Look at what’s happened to us.”

19. “I’d rather be shot than see you.”

20. “Such a beautiful body, why would anyone hate it?”

21. “Need to be quick lovie.”

22. “Where do you want it?”

23. “I can’t trust you ever again.”

24. “I’ll have you up against the wall in a second.”

25. “Pull my hair again.”

26. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

27. “Watch your mouth.”

28. “Ruin me then.”

29. “Can’t have you screaming my name when my family’s in the next room can I?”



Title: Walk It Like You Talk It

Warnings: Hella smut, dom!H

MASTERLIST

A/N: I apologise if this sucks, I’ve been on a break 

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“How long does it take for them to run the accounts?” [Y/N] groaned over the phone. 

Today wasn’t the usual easy going work day, but in her job position, nothing was easy. So nor was running a multimillion dollar company. Of course she had help though, since it isn’t as easy as everyone thinks it is. Her boyfriend Harry thinks that. She once told him how hard it was firing people, getting them to do this and that, or telling them off because they didn’t do something properly.

However the money was insane. It didn’t mean a great deal to her, but when her and Harry are earning seven figure salaries together, financial issues were never a problem to them.

“Okay, well are you able to…no that’s okay, thanks for letting me know. Alright, bye.” [Y/N] sighs after hanging up the phone, getting out of her seat from her desk and walking over to the window to just look out for a bit and take a breather. 

For a few moments, she pondered over the idea of going on holiday. Now that Harry finished his tour, the time couldn’t be more right. Then again, her job seemed to be getting more hectic. [Y/N]’s attention turned to a knock at the door to her office, calling out “it’s open” as she sits back down at her desk. As the door opens, a smile spreads on her face.

“Hi love.” Harry grins, closing the door behind him. [Y/N] stands back up again to greet him with a long awaited hug, engulfing her into his arms and planting a kiss on her forehead. 

“Hi baby.” She sighs in fatigue.

“You okay, sound exhausted?” Harry points out, holding her by the sides of her arms and examining the tired expression on her face. 

“Just a long Friday I guess. Always busy.” [Y/N] explains in a sarcastic cheerful voice.

“Well, days almost over for you but I just wanted to come early and hang around here for a bit.” Harry smiles down at her again. 

“M’kay, glad you came. I’ve just got one final meeting in here with some other colleagues and then I’ll be done.” [Y/N] nods affirmatively with her hands on her hips. 

“Hope it’s not with that same guy that keeps trynna take you from me.” Harry cocks an eyebrow at her. 

“Oh, he’s gonna be there I’ll tell you that now and I know you don’t like him but, just please behave for me? Besides, I love you only, nobody else.” [Y/N] asks of him. 

“As long as he doesn’t say something that’s gonna piss me off, I will behave – for you. And I love you too.” Harry nods competently before stealing a kiss from her.

As soon as the meeting came around, [Y/N] was in the opposite room surrounded by four glass windows so Harry could see everything going on from the leisure section of her office. He was slightly uncomfortable with the fact that every single colleague in that room was male. He felt that way because there were multiple times over the months where they had attempted to flirt with [Y/N]. Even some moments with Harry in front of them. But she’s quick to shut them down before Harry even gets a word in since she knows how easy it can be for him to mouth off.

So he waits patiently and as everyone starts to stand up, so does Harry. One by one, they all file out of the room with their papers and pens, acknowledging Harry along the way out of her office. [Y/N] was the last one to walk out after she shuts down the computer and projector for the weekend, letting out a large sigh as she stares happily at Harry now that the day is finally over. 

He walks over to her, hands gently brought up to the sides of her face as Harry plants a kiss on her lips.

“You hungry?” She says to him. 

“For you yeah.” Harry smirks whereas [Y/N] bursts into laughter.

“Easy Styles, I’m technically still on the clock.” She swats his arms and starts to pack up her things on her desk after literally pointing to the clock on the wall that read 4:57pm.

“Should I be more straightforwardly instead?” 

Harry stands directly behind her, hips pressing into her backside as she gets the strong message. His arms wrap around her front even though she’s still trying to organise things so she doesn’t have to do it come Monday. 

“How bout, I bend you over this desk, take yeh right here?” Harry suggests, sending shivers all down her spine. She was feeling a bit frisky for a Friday night even though she was slightly tired. But it would be a nice way to enter her weekend.

“Walk it like you talk it Styles.” [Y/N] responds incoherently.

And with that, one of Harry’s hands is pressed on her back as she eventually comes in contact with the cold desk, items rattling as so. His hips dig into her bum even further, feeling his half hard length throb through the fabric barriers of their clothes.

“This your fantasy huh? Fucking me at work?” [Y/N] chuckles, inflating Harry’s ego.

“Not gonna be laughin’ in a sec pet.” Harry warned her. “But if you must ask - yes is the answer to your question.” He added. 

She places both her hands beside her body in preparation for the chaos he’s about to do to her. Lifting up her skirt, Harry rolls it up a bit so that the hem just covers her bum and he grins again, seeing that she’s wearing a thong he bought her not too long ago. He slides the thin fabric down her legs before tugging them off her finally and stuffing the item of clothing into his pocket.

“Hope you’re gonna give those back.” She says.

“You’ve got a right mouth on yeh tonight haven’t y’pet?” Harry asks her. “Might not let you cum if yeh keep talkin’ the way y’are.”

From then on out, she knew it was best to tone it down a notch. Harry was always good at holding a sexual grudge - whether it would be teasing her relentlessly, ruining her orgasms or denying her needs to be touched. 

Harry’s fingers play in between her folds, feeling her wetness starting to build up as he toys with her entrance. He’d push one or two fingers in then draw them back out before bringing them up to his mouth and sucking everything off. 

It was until then when Harry decided to be a real dick and just leave her there for a bit while she groans from the agonising taunting he was good at. He sat across from her in the desk chair she always sits in, man spread legs as [Y/N] can see the prominent hard on that she so desperately wanted to take care of.

“D-Do something, please?” She begs in a quiet voice.

“What was that? Not so loud now are we now darlin’?” Harry teases her, making her whine.

“Please baby, make me feel good.” She changes the subject.

It were those words that set Harry off like an explosion. [Y/N] knew from first-hand experience that Harry loved and adored when she begged him for him to please her – even if it were a few times. He stood up from her chair, walking around to her flip her so that she was flat on her back. Harry’s body leaned over her, pressing her into the desk with a comfortable weight. 

His lips find hers, kissing her gently before diving into her, swiping his tongue on her bottom lip. He tries to refrain his hands from touching where she wanted to be touched, knowing that he wasn’t going to give it to her that easy. This was always part of his game.

There’s a space between their bodies again as Harry withdraws from her but hands reaching down onto her dress shirt, ripping the material in the opposite direction from each other. The buttons pop off and some land halfway across the room.

“Hey! I liked that shirt!” [Y/N] whined breathlessly. 

“I’ll buy you another one.” Harry said lowly. 

[Y/N]’s head rests back on the desk when she hears the sweet sound of Harry’s belt coming off, followed by his zipper coming down.

“Got me so hard for you baby.” Harry presses himself against her, sliding his cock between the wetness of her folds.

Already, her back arches from the desk as he starts to tease her, only pushing the tip of his cock inside of her, then pulling himself back out. Harry had to be careful not to cum too quickly. It’s happened before and even though he was slightly embarrassed about it, it went to show that [Y/N] was good at what Harry knows she is good at. 

“Are you gonna fuck me or-“

Her mouth widened the second Harry pushed himself into her, filling her out deeply. She could never fully get used to Harry’s size. He was so full and thick that it made [Y/N]’s body tingle with immense pleasure and was able to reach spots that did unspeakable things to her. But Harry didn’t do anything. He decided to rest inside of her, watching her writher in frustration. Feeding off the tiny whimpers and moans she was emitting when he did nothing.

“Please H.” She murmurs in desperation, wiggling around to try and get him to move.

“Please H.” Harry mocks her, followed by a low laugh. “Does my baby girl not like it when she can’t get her way?” He asks.

“No!” She whines.

Harry moved his hips once to send [Y/N] into seeing stars already. She honestly could not believe how good Harry could make her feel, let alone feel those type of sensations overall. He was so good at everything that it never failed to turn [Y/N] on. In the end, Harry was starting to feel the pleasure himself and continued to roll his hips consistently to the point where he had [Y/N] begging for more. There was most likely people still in the building, so she was thankful that the entire top floor was her and soundproof.

“Feel so fuckin’ tight and wet angel.” Harry stammers on shaky breaths.

“All for you.” [Y/N] manages to blurt out when Harry thrusts harder into her.

She lost count of how many times she was on the verge of cumming until Harry would throw a curveball in changing his pace. He would go faster and keep up the consistency, but the second where [Y/N] portrays on her face that she’s about to cum, Harry would slow down. It was torturous to the point where her body was starting to tremble unintentionally. 

“F-Fuck Harry, yes!” [Y/N] screams out, breath hitching in her throat soon after. “I’m so close.” She mumbles quietly, unable to use her voice.

“Want you to cum all over my cock baby, all over it, yeah? Can you do that for me?” Harry asks her through gritted teeth. He looks down at her, trembling on the desk. Both of his hands were under her knees which gave her only a small capacity to take what she was given, otherwise, she’d fall off the desk.

“Y-Yes! I’m…I’m gonna - fuck!” She chokes on her words and that’s when Harry rolls into her mercilessly and not holding back either.

Her walls tighten around Harry’s cock as his nails grind into her skin with the pleasure in their bodies both unfolding at the same time. [Y/N] covers her mouth, afraid that she was going to yell louder again before someone might come up to investigate. As she manages to restrain herself from screaming, Harry topples with ecstasy, cursing over and over again how amazing her pussy feels. They were both satisfied to the max.

“Shit.” Harry exhales, resting his head in the crook of [Y/N]’s neck. “Fuck that felt so good.” He sighed with a grin, regaining some strength to prop himself by his arms.

“You alright doll?” Harry takes in her expression and can see that she’s completely fucked out. It makes him smile a little bit that he’s done a good job and [Y/N] would second that in a heartbeat.

“Little tired, but I’m good, feel a bit less stressed now.” She replies with a weak smile.

“Well, sex is a good natural stress release.” Harry chimes in. [Y/N] rolls her eyes and laughs, knowing that he’s definitely read some credible article to back up his statement. “Let’s go home, I’ll drive, I’ll order some take out and run us a nice bath, that sound good?” He suggests.

A/N: Like idek what this is but I’m gonna have to make a part four on this bc I have a plot twist for this series hehehe. This is unedited because I’m literally about to board a plane lol. 

Title: Brother’s Best Friend Part III

MASTERLIST

Part I

Part II

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Things could’ve been worse.

At least that’s what [Y/N] had been telling herself for the past week and a half straight.Every day since her altercation with Edward and Harry, [Y/N] hasn’t been able to cope properly. Her best friend for years had suddenly become indifferent towards her and neither is he picking up her texts and phone calls she’s been dropping him. In the end, [Y/N] just had to convince herself that he wasn’t coming back and that he wants nothing to do with him. The damage had been done. However, Edward wasn’t the only problem she had between him and his brother.

Harry onthe other end was a separate issue that she started to blame herself for. Whilst feeling utterly terrible now that Edward wasn’t around, [Y/N] couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. He tries to contact her to see how she’s doing or trying to initiate a conversation over text, but [Y/N] told herself that it was wrong. At least that’s what she thought.

Now sitting in her bed feeling extremely mopey and sad, she scrolls through all the messages on her phone between her and Ed. She goes all the way back to the texts where they were no longer one sided, the ones where they sent memes toeach other, daily jokes, puns and what not. She caught herself smiling – laughing even, but it made her sad. She didn’t ever think that she was going to find a best friend as understanding and genuine as Ed.

Drowning inthe history of her texts, [Y/N]’s attention was hard to grasp by the knocking at the front door. It was neither of her parents since they were both at work, plus it was still early in the day, so they couldn’t have come back home.

[Y/N] tosses her phone to her bed after standing up to tend to the door. Before herstood Ed with his hands behind his back, a blank expression on his face. Her heart races as the first thought that came to her mind was to just hug him as tight as possible. As she watches his hands untie from behind his body, her heart then starts to sink. An arm inked with tatts scratches the back of his neck awkwardly when he knows he shouldn’t be here.

        “Hey.” Harry starts. “Uh, can I come in?” He asks with a lot of nerve.

        “I don’t think it’s wise for us to bein the same room.” [Y/N] replies, basically telling him ‘no’.

        “Well, I don’t know if he still concerns you anymore, but I’m here because of Ed.” Says Harry. Instantly, [Y/N]’s interest shifts, changing her mind as she widens the door as an invitation forHarry to step foot inside her house.

It wasn’t the first time that he’s been over. When Harry and Ed were ten and their parents went away, both of them stayed at [Y/N]’s with her family for two weeks. For [Y/N] and Ed – it was fun, not so much for Harry because he couldn’t click with their humor, even at that age.

        “Alright then, what do you have to say?” [Y/N] stands in the lounge, a fair distance away from him with her arms crossed.

        “Geez can we sit down at least? No need to be so uptight around me.” Harry pinches his eyebrows together.

        “Don’t pull any stupid shit then.” She warns, taking a seat on the couch.

Harry threw his hands up in surrender as his unspoken promise was to not do exactly what she just told him not to. He sits down on the same couch but at the opposite end. Harry could just feel how on edge [Y/N was, even from the space between them.

        “Uh, so how’s Ed?” [Y/N] starts, trying to fill the awkward atmosphere.

        “Glad you asked – not good.” Harry answered, his body becoming slack as he sunk intothe back of the couch. “Yeah not good at all.” He shakes his head.

[Y/N] felta pang of guilt, the feelings and traces of anxiety heightening inside of her. Most of the time it starts in her throat – a tingle of some sort that starts to spread before constricting her chest. Usually she’s good at containing, but since this situation was a big impact on her, it was affecting her drastically.

        “This is all my fucking fault.” [Y/N] laughed nervously. But that nervous laughter soon caused tears to sting hereyes.

        “Actually, it’s not, none of it is.” Harry objected as his stare lands in his lap. [Y/N] looks at him side on,waiting for his next response. “I lied to you…and Ed.”

At this point, [Y/N] was really confused. She racks her brain trying to think of what he could possibly be talking about now. But she had no idea.

        “Remember last week when I asked Ed that Mum said he needed to go get pizza and that she wanted you to help with the air beds?” Harry asks to jog her memory. [Y/N] in fact did remember that and nods competently.

        “Well, I actually ordered the pizza -not Mum. Then, I purposely drank so I couldn’t drive to go get it, and then I told you that Mum needed help when she didn’t and – well you know the rest.” Harry explained honestly.

He left hiswords at that and waited for [Y/N] to interpret everything he just said, and it didn’t take her long for the pieces to fit the puzzle in her brain. Right away, she felt stupid, no hesitation about that whatsoever. [Y/N] was even at a lossfor words.

        “Wait.” [Y/N] sits up a little more. “Why?”She asked.

        “I wanted to get you away from Ed, just so I could talk to you.” Harry answered. “We didn’t really talk, obviously you know that.” Harry added, not wanting to go into the extra detail about that event.

        “Wow.” [Y/N] laughed. “That’s uh…that’sfucking selfish.” She said.

Harry can’t look at her now that not only has the blame shifted onto him, but because he likes her and seeing the person that he likes be damaged by his actions, hurt him in a way too.

        “You mean to say that, you sabotaged mine and Ed’s friendship just, so you could talk to me because of some non-existence jealousy you claim to have?” She stands from the couch, now notbeing able to see how this situation is going to end. But Harry stands too.

        “[Y/N] I’m sorry, I’m so, so, so sorry.I didn’t know how this was going to turn out and all of it is my fault, every second of it. I told Ed the truth this morning and he just about killed me, again, but I deserved it.” Harry apologises profusely.

        “But that non-existent jealousy part you talked about, is real – I really like you, and I got jealous of Ed. I know that doesn’t justify anything, but I needed to let you know that.” He nods.

[Y/N] didn’t know where to go from here. Here was the guy that planted a stake on the line of her and Ed’s friendship and the same person who seems to have fallen for her. She couldn’t become anymore confused. In disregard of everything he just vented to her, she chooses to ignore it completely.

        “Listen I know that this isn’t what you want to hear, and I know that you would rather see Ed over me, but I’m telling you now that I like you. When you see your brother with the same person every single day for years, who makes him laugh, happy, cry even and you have temporary people coming in and out of your life like mine, you get envious.” Harry states.

        “I’ve tried holding relationships with people, none of them want to. I’ve tried taking people on dates, all of a sudden, they have other plans. I go out of my way for people sometimes, and even though I don’t expect anything in return, it just feels like they’re taking.” He added.

        “Harry.” She scoffs. “We had sex – once.”

        “M’not talking about sex, not everything is about that.” Harry objects.

[Y/N] was taken aback by his comment. Normally she thinks that most guys do care about just sex. But it turns out for her, not Harry. However, that didn’t change howshe towards him.

        “I told you the other day, I’ve watched you two hang out, always going to the movies, going to those ‘secret spots youhave around town’ when you need to get away from here, I listen to you guys laugh and have a fun time. Even if it’s just playing boring board games. I can’tseem to get someone like you which is why I wanted you since I can’t find that in anyone. And I went about it thewrong way and now completely lost you.”

She never thought of Harry this way, and although that it was quite hard for him to come forward and confront his feelings, he felt a little bit better. [Y/N] clicks onto the fact that Harry has been trying to find someone like her through all the girls he sees. To also hear that not even one of them comes close to being like her, really makes her feel somewhat unique.

Harry dwells over the memories he’s collected since they were all five, not one of them involved him. It wasn’t [Y/N]’s fault that she came into his brother’s life because maybe it was for the better. Either way, Harry didn’t want to focus on the negative side of it and guessed that maybe there was a change inhim.

        “I’m sorry you felt that way.” [Y/N]says in a small voice. “That doesn’t change anything, you’re still and asshole for what you did, and I won’t forgive you until Ed and I make things right,maybe not even after then.”

        “Just remember that it takes two to tango alright?” Harry said cryptically.

        “What’s that supposed to mean?” [Y/N] bites back.

        “It means that the two of uscontributed to this situation. We both hurt Ed because we had sex and because I started all of this.” Harry argues.

He caughther there, [Y/N] couldn’t fight her way around this so she was back to square one; feeling guilty again. Even though she apologised to Ed more times than she can count on both hands, it wasn’t enough. But that was all she could do fornow. Her next move would be to visit him in the near future if not sooner.

        “Alright, fair enough. I take responsibility too. I’m gonna come over this afternoon to see him since he won’t message meback. God I fucking miss him.” [Y/N] sighs deeply. And that, she really does miss him. She hasn’t had a good laugh in a while and Ed can always make her laugh. Even aside from that, she just misses her best friend.

        “He misses you too, obviously doesn’t tell me that he does but I can tell. Mum’s pretty worried as well.” Harry agrees.

        “No shit, you guys give her enough grief as it is – I can tell.” [Y/N]repeats.

        “Does this mean we’re okay?” Harry stares at her, hoping for an answer that’ll lift his sprits and make him feel like he’s gotten somewhere in terms of sympathy.

        “As long as you promise to not like me,then we’re all good.” She says.

Title: Brother’s Best Friend Part II

A/N: I haven’t updated in yonks bc I’ve been super fucking busy, so here is part two as promised. Originally I wanted to make a 3rd part but idk, depends if people like it. Btw apologies if this is shit haha

Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing. 

MASTERLIST

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It was just the other week where Harrycame so close to getting what he’s always wanted. He only had a little taste ofher as that moment lingered and floated around his mind unsolicited. There wasthat constant unwanted yet desperately wanted replay of hoisting heronto the counter and being able to feel and touch her body. There was nothinglike it.

The hook ups and one night stands he’shad in the past, couldn’t even come close to [Y/N]. So, it was in his besteffort to forget about them the second he started trying to approach her. Harrywas dropping the subtlest hints to [Y/N] about their almost go around lastweek. When Ed would bop out of the room to go do something, Harry would replacehim by discretely walking in. 

The other night, Ed left the kitchen touse the bathroom as [Y/N] was standing in front of the fridge, on the hunt forsnacks and food for her and him. That’s when Harry would sneak up behind [Y/N],his hands snaking around her waist. For at least a few seconds, she wouldlaugh, thinking that it was Ed. It’s only until she looks down at his arm andspots tattoos that he doesn’t own and turned out to be Harry.

A second time where Harry was unwantedto [Y/N] is when he randomly walks up to her when Ed (once again) isn’t aroundand covers her eyes with his hands from behind saying “guess who?”.

[Y/N] didn’t know when his act was goingto stop, or if it was one in the first place. But it was obvious that [Y/N]couldn’t stop thinking about Harry either. It made her question whether sheeven feels guilty about kissing him. [Y/N] hadn’t felt or had been involved inanything steamy in a while and Harry was able to give that to her.

Some of the guys she had been withlacked a drive – a drive that Harry coincidentally happens to have. Like him,[Y/N] couldn’t avoid the thought of what happened and feels guilty for notsaying anything to Ed. Although, she knew what would happen if she told him.

For now, both of them subconsciouslydecided to remain low and try and get on with normality. Ed and [Y/N] continuedto play board games in the afternoon and Harry decided to go back to his…usualways with the people he’s been seeing, or at least having come over to seehim. However, this time, it was a little bit different. With delicious foodsplayed out on tables in and out of the house, the [Y/L/N] family were invitedover to the Style’s household for a barbeque.

Harry, Ed and Gemma had a few of theircousins over too as well their Aunties and Uncles that [Y/N] has met before.But the entire evening, Ed and [Y/N] hadn’t left one another’s hips, and Harrydidn’t like it. In the end, he got sick of listening to his cousin talk abouthow he got into University, how he’s moving into the halls next week – Harrydidn’t care.

“Either way, I hope it allworks out.” His cousin shrugs.

“I’m one hundred percent sureit will, I’ll talk to you after yeah? Just gotta do a couple of things.” Harrytries to be as polite as possible and also not being too transparent.

He gives a pat on his cousin’s shoulderbefore tossing his empty beer bottle into the rubbish and making his way intothe kitchen. His eyes spot his Mum chopping up a few veggies for the saladshe’s making when an idea pops up in his head.

Meanwhile, sitting on the steps of theback deck, Ed and [Y/N] had a bowl of chips and dip to themselves with a coupleof beers playing cards. Ed wasn’t always the one to hang or be around hisextended family. They always asked him about Harry if they were able to tellthe two apart.

“I haven’t seen this much ofmy family in a long time.” Ed says, looking around the backyard of hisrelatives either lounging in the chairs or standing and talking with other kin.“Except for you, I see you every day.”

“You consider me as yourfamily?” [Y/N] questions.

“Of course, I do! Fuck you’relike my little sister. Beats having an older one like Gem since she’s always onmy case about things.” Ed nods towards Gemma’s direction as she’s talking awayto another family member. “You don’t consider me as family too?”

“You know I do Ed. Ilove you, in like a brotherly sisterly type of way.” She laughs nudging hisarm.

After a few moments, [Y/N] watched Ed’ssmile fade, and for good reason. Harry made his appearance to the two, standingbefore them with a ‘kiss the chef’ apron on. Seeing that only made [Y/N]nervous.

“What?” Ed glares up at himand asks.

“Mum needs you to pick up somepizzas and she wants [Y/N] to help her with the air mattresses while I cook.”Harry answered.

“And what makes you incapableof driving?” Ed groans.

Harry dangles the beer he’s beendrinking by the nape of the bottle, now both connecting the story that Harrycan’t drive because he’s been drinking. Plus, Anne can’t let her own son getinto a car when he’s had a few.

“Fine.” Ed hissed,standing up as he rips the keys from Harry’s hand.

He and [Y/N] exchange a look before sheheads inside to go upstairs and help Anne as Ed makes his way to the car topick up the pizzas from the usual spot.

[Y/N] ducks into a few rooms looking forAnne or any sound of the mattresses being filled with air, but she couldn’thear or see her. She checks in Ed’s room first, then Anne’s then onto Harry’sin which she still wasn’t there.

“Looking for something?” 

[Y/N] jolts and jumps right out of herskin, zapping around to see Harry with a questionable look on his face.

“Shit.” She gasps, placing ahand over her chest.

“If you’re looking for Mum,she’s downstairs.” Harry ticks his head towards the stairs.

“Alright, thought she might’vebeen up here somewhere, thanks.” [Y/N] nods ready to pass by Harry until heswings her back inside of his room by her arm. She didn’t have much time tofigure out what was going on until she hears the click of the door shuttingbehind her.

“No.” She starts,shaking her head. “We’re not doing this again.”

“Doing what? Just wanna talkt’yeh.” Harry throws his hands up in defence.

“That’s exactly what you said last time and we…never mind. Look weshouldn’t be speaking, now move out of the way.” She demands.

Because of the mishap the other week,she thought it was best to physically get him to move rather than speakingempty threats to him. Words never really seemed to persuade Harry, unless theywere along the lines of something heavily provocative, or sentences with theword alcohol in it.

[Y/N] tries to move him out of the way;nudging, shoving and bumping, but he just wouldn’t budge. He stood his groundwell, arms crossed, laughing because she’s trying so hard to get him to do whatshe wants.

“You really are a dick.” [Y/N] hisses.

She goes to shove him one final time,about to use up a lot of energy in getting him out of the way, but Harryswiftly grasps onto her wrists so that he has control. It was natural for himto spin her around and have her pinned against the door, wrists glued above herhead.

Having her like this made Harry want herso badly than he already did and [Y/N] already caught onto that weeks ago. Butit makes her think why. He’s been trying to grab her attention, flirt with her,discreetly drop hints about his liking for her but she never understood thereason behind it.

“C’mon, don’t be like thatbaby.” He says in a low voice to her.

“Why can’t I have yeh? Haven’tstopped thinking about yeh an’ it’s drivin’ me nuts.” His face leans close intoher ear so that she has to hear his low husky voice.

It’s impossible for her not to cave intohim, but that’s how Harry likes to play. He enjoys seeing how someone’s bodyand actions can change just because of him. His voice happened to just topthings off.

“Yeh have any idea of how goodI can make you feel?” He asks, mouth ghosting over the skin of her neck.

She sucks in a sharp breath when heinvites himself to place chaste kisses on that same part of her body. There wasno way she wanted to back down now, already craving something from him so deep.

“Can make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

Just those few little words were musicto her ears. Nobody’s ever satisfied [Y/N] the way she wanted. She wanted tofeel dominated, and in some stances, to dominate, but ultimately - to cum.Only a few times has it ever occurred but that was rare, plus it had been awhile since anything interesting like this has ever happened.

Thinking that [Y/N] wasn’t into whatHarry was incoherently proposing, he slowly unpins her wrists from his door,feeling a little foolish. Immediately, her hands reach straight for his head,pulling his face into hers. Harry takes this by surprise yet acts quickly inresponse to her sudden action.

She runs her hands through his hair andgiving it a few tugs as the two didn’t cease to detach their mouths from oneanother. He was leaving [Y/N] feeling hot, bothered, and flustered. Harryexpands his touch from her waist by smoothing out his hands behind her to giveher bum a squeeze. Kneading over her skin through her denim shorts. Yet [Y/N]grew tired of him just touching her like this, she wanted more 

“Just need you to fuck methen.” [Y/N] begged, the pair breaking away from each other.

Harry smirked down at her, happilycomplying with her request as he hoists her up to his body. Her legs wrappedaround his waist as he gently lays her down on his bed.

“Been dyin’ to princess.” Hecalls her. “M’not gonna hold back either.”

As soon as [Y/N]’s shorts werediscarded, Harry turned into a hunger driven animal, hoisting her up onto hisbody before placing her down on his bed. Her conscious was clouded by Harry andthe things he was making her feel. She didn’t even think about the fact thatshe was on his bed.

“Need to get these off.” Harryslides his tongue across his bottom lip wet, eyeing up her body as he rips downher panties.

“Fuckin’ pretty.” He growls.

Eyes were darkened with lust, looking at[Y/N] above her body before he begins to unbuckle his belt. The zipper comesdown, followed by his boxers before taking himself out. [Y/N] swore shecouldn’t get any more aroused until she saw his cock. It was so thick and hard.

He pulls a silver packet from the walletin the pocket of his jeans before tossing them to the side. He rips it open,sliding the condom onto his cock before sliding into her.

[Y/N]’s mouth widened when Harrycontinued to push himself into her and the more he did, the more ecstasy hestarted to feel. Second by second, Harry had filled her up balls deep justabout then gave her a moment to adjust.

“Takin’ me pretty well aren’tyeh?” He smirks, pretty surprised that she could.

“Now as much as I want you toscream, m’gonna need you to keep it down for the sake of our families findingout that we’re fucking upstairs.” Harry gears himself up, placing a hand oneither side of [Y/N]’s head.

She had all access, roaming space tomost of his body. Hands crawling underneath his top for her to feel all overhis skin.

Harry began to move his hips, rolling slowlyand in an out as she already lets out a loud whimper. She instantly remembersthat she needs to keep her mouth shut, so she bites down hard on her bottomlip. [Y/N] isn’t able to grasp onto the idea of how to stay quiet if Harrykeeps up his movements

His thrusts became deeper and deeperwith more force that would send shockwaves through her body. It waselectrifying.

“Oh god, H-Harry.” Her nailsgrip onto the skin of his back when he picks up the pace. The sting neversubsides but Harry couldn’t really care any less at the time being.

“What did I say?” Harry propshimself on his forearms as his face was buried next to her ear.

“Keep…keep it down.” [Y/N]strained to get her words out.

“Thas’ right baby. Yeh parentsare right downstairs. How would your Dad react if he found out that I’m fuckinghis daughter huh?” Harry asked her sternly.

He pounds into her continuously - overand over again until the ball of pleasure inside her stomach starts to growbigger and larger than it ever has before. It was terribly hard not to giveinto screaming out Harry’s name considering the way he was fucking her. He wasruthless and making sure she felt every inch of his thick cock.

“I-I’m…I’m cumming.” [Y/N]says in a quiet voice, gripping onto the back of Harry’s neck and pulling himcloser.

He could feel that she was about to cumtoo, clenching around him so tight that he was seconds away from his orgasm. Assoon as her nails started to dig back into Harry’s skin yet harder, theeuphoria started to disburse around her body. Legs trembling slightly as shedesperately restricts herself from screaming and back arching off the bed.

Just seeing her cum around him finishedHarry in seconds, biting down on his bottom lip when his thrusts becameinconsistent and slow.

“Harry!”

His eyes went wide as the two of themscramble off of each other to sort themselves out and rushed to put theirclothes on.

“Knew this was a fucking badidea!” [Y/N] curses.

“We finished seconds ago andyou’re already regretting it?” Harry looks at her from side on.

“You don’t get it, everytime I look at you, I see Edward, your brother who you happen to beidentical with, who is practically my brother which makes me feel likeits him touching me which…I don’t even wanna think about.” [Y/N] snapsout of nowhere  “Plus, you…”

Harry immediately stopped what hewas doing and knew exactly what she was going to say. Having many otherpeople say the same thing that was on her mind right now.

“I’m what? Say it[Y/N], can call me a dickhead behind my back but can’t say this type of shit tomy face.” Harry said. “I know I go around with girls, so what? But do you knowhow many years I spent watching you play scrabble with Edward, going to themovies with him, school, the park – Jesus Christ [Y/N]! The fucking park!”Harry’s voice grows louder this time.

“Then why are you such adick all the time? I mean your own brother hates you HarryStyles. Why? What did he do to you that pissed you off somuch? What does he have that you don’t, huh?” [Y/N] was eager foranswers. After all these years she spent listening to how Harry treats hisbrother, she finally gets to hear an explanation.

“He fucking has you andI don’t!”

Harry ran a hand through his hair andswore that he could hear the property go silent. Just as [Y/N] finishedthrowing her shirt back, on the door flies open.

“You…” Ed points at the bothof them. Edward stood there extremely confused, eyes darting between his bestfriend and his brother. “You didn’t.” He shakes his head in refusal.

Harry didn’t get a second to explainhimself as Ed comes charging forward, fist flying across Harry’s jaw. [Y/N]’shands went straight to her mouth in panic. Even though she had seen them likethis in multiple situations, she still doesn’t know how to physically separatethem or if it’s even best to sometimes.

“Edward stop, please!”[Y/N] yells and begs him.

Harry’s retaliation was instant too,tackling Edward right outside of his room near the staircase. She could hearcluttering going on downstairs, a sign that families are about to get involved.But by the time people even got to the bottom of the stairs, Harry jumped offhis brother as Edward uses the wall to stand up. They were both cut up, clothesand skin covered in small amounts of blood - Ed managed to cop the first punchto Harry’s face that his mouth was bleeding.

[Y/N] had never seen them likethis before that it bought her to tears.

She looks over at Harry who stares downin defeat at his bloodied red knuckles then looks over to Edward who’s quick tobolt down the stairs. And [Y/N] is hot on his heels.

“Ed please.” She trails rightafter him down, bypassing Anne and her own parents as they all went cold in theface. Anne in particular was distraught whereas Gemma couldn’t fathom what wasgoing on.

“What’s going on? What thehell happened!” Anne watches her son depart in a hurry, storming out in frontof [Y/N].

Harry on the other hand walked casually,halfway down the stairs and takes a seat on the step. His elbows rested on hisknees, arms bending inwards as he feels exhausted from exerting so much energy.Anne’s face fell

The front door slams as [Y/N] trailsbehind Ed like a lost puppy. She was constantly wiping away her tears alongwith trying to come to terms with everything that just unfolded before her.

“Ed wait-“

        “Don’tstart.” Ed’s voice was full of pure hurt. “Leave me the fuck alone [Y/N].” Hesays angrily.

Those type of words directed at her madeit seem unreal. Ed had never said anything like that to her ever in her life.He doesn’t even look at her and just continues to walk down the street. [Y/N]stands there, blaming herself because of this mess she fueled that she didn’teven hear Harry pace behind her.

“I’m really, really sorry[Y/N].”

Summary: Harry and Edward Styles are twins. [Y/N] happens to be best friends with Edward and shares a mutual hatred towards his brother Harry. However, he’s not as bad as he turns out to be, maybe.

Tags: not that smutty (part II will, well, depends hehe)

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Edward is [Y/N]’s best friend. Anytime she was in trouble, on a date going wrong, or if she just needed some cheering up, Ed was always there for her. To her, he was like the ultimate boyfriend and that whoever gets the chance to marry him someday would be extremely lucky.

As for his twin, maybe not so lucky.

Harry was on the opposite end of the spectrum when it came to his brother’s qualities. He could almost pass as an evil clone of Ed’s. People would describe Harry as a rather charming yet rebellious type of guy. From firsthand experience, [Y/N] would argue that point and say that he is just a straight up dickhead, at least majority of the time. She never really knew why he was like that, but honestly, it started when they were kids. 

Harry used to tease [Y/N] because Ed was her first kiss. He caught them in the tree house when he was climbing up one day. For weeks, Harry wouldn’t shut up about it. But [Y/N] and Ed didn’t even care, they never made a big fuss about it and still continued to be best friends. It was just Harry that blew it out of proportion.

When they were around twelve and leading into their teenage years, Harry moved his antics to his twin. Always shoving him in the hallway, yanking him by his bag and dragging him to the floor. [Y/N] was there for Ed though, she made things a little bit more tolerable for him.

It didn’t help some days when Harry would brag about the first girl he slept with at fifteen, knowing that it was a huge deal to lose your virginity at a young age. Then one girl turned into multiple over the years, now, he’s had countless.

        “Oi, you’re zoning out missy.” Ed snaps his fingers in [Y/N]’s face as she responds quickly by flinching.

        “Sorry, long day.” She sighs, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

        “Need another drink?” Ed offered, holding up his empty wine glass as a suggestion. 

        “Actually, yes please, that’ll put me to sleep faster.” She chuckled.

        “Alright, well let’s skull it all back, finish this round and we’ll call it a night, yeah?” Ed suggests as she nodded contently.

This was how they spent every single Friday night. [Y/N] would always come over to Ed’s house where they would compete in numerous board games or rounds of cards. On the side they’d have a few drinks and some pizza to top it off. To be honest, [Y/N] loved spending her time with Edward, not a single minute was gone to waste.

Ed pours the remaining alcohol contents from the wine bottle into [Y/N]’s glass after pouring himself one too. It was on the occasion where they would decide to drink heavily, but usually that meant an earlier night – at least for Edward. He didn’t have much of a high alcohol tolerance as much as [Y/N], yet she didn’t have one as high as Harry’s. 

But it was a good thing that they didn’t drink around each other. Last time they did, Edwards fist went right through the window in the kitchen because he missed trying to punch Harry. He spent a good few hours in A&E getting his hand and forearm tweezed at for any little pieces of glass. Needless to say, Anne was more concerned about the window and not so much her son.

        “Ready?” Ed asks, holding the glass close to his mouth. [Y/N] nods as the two mutually start to down their drinks at the same time.

The wine was cheap, but it seemed to do them both the trick. After a few seconds, [Y/N] managed to stomach the drink with ease whereas Ed struggled to get the rest of the liquid down his throat. [Y/N] places the wine glass down the counter when she’s finished, and Ed just stopped trying overall. 

        “Not doing that again.” Ed states, scrunching his face as the potent taste coats his tongue.

        “You losers still playing Scrabble? What are you ten?”

[Y/N] could’ve sworn the room had gone cold, not knowing if it were Harry’s presence or the wind blowing in through the door that he had opened. Either way, their moods had plummeted at Harry’s unwanted appearance.

        “Still fucking random girls?” Edward mocked, making [Y/N] laugh.

        “What gave it away?” Harry asks sarcastically, closing the door before walking into the kitchen. “Ooh, can I play?” he adds.

        “Your vocabulary isn’t large enough.” Edward scoffs.

        “Alright then, just trying to be friendly. Where’s Mum?” He asked. 

        “Out with her friends.” Ed replies in an unenthusiastic tone of voice.

        “Hmm, might bring a few people over, what’s up, missy.” Harry’s lips tug into a smile as he sees [Y/N] sitting at the opposite end of counters from where he was stood.

Edward shot Harry an evil glare. The nickname ‘missy’ was bestowed upon [Y/N] when they discovered that she was a little bit of a mis-chief. Sometimes she’d get up to no good, always exploring, doing things she wasn’t supposed to. But that was the whole point of childhood. Ever since, the name hasn’t really left her.

        “Hello Harry.” She responds in monotone.

        “Mum said nobody over.” Ed says quickly. His eyes follow Harry’s every single move as he walks behind and up to [Y/N], arms joining around her body in a bear hug. Edwards tensed, but [Y/N] could take care of herself.

        “But [Y/N]’s here?” Harry teased Ed before he was on his feet and over at Harry in a heartbeat. With his hands, he shoves Harry from [Y/N] and grips him by his collar. Harry was never afraid of Ed, even after how many times in their life he had riled him up. It wasn’t hard for him to bring out his anger. So, Harry smiled in his face, almost laughing. 

        “Don’t touch her and, none of your asshole friends are coming over.” Ed growls, letting go of Harry. “I mean it.” He seethes.

        “They’re just girls, I’m sure Mum won’t mind.” Harry shrugs, completely unbothered by their close brawl that could’ve happened seconds ago. 

        “Nah uh, this isn’t an orgy house.” Ed shakes his head as [Y/N] just sits there listening to their bickering. This isn’t the worst of their arguments. Her, Gemma and Anne have heard everything. Right from when they were kids, their disputes can be quite destructive, and the resolution would sometimes be violent.

        “It’s not like you care, maybe [Y/N] can join in if she wants to?” Harry suggests, winking at her from across the way. She glared at him.  

        “Yeah you wish.” She incoherently refuses.

        “Hey, offers always on the table.” He says.

        “Fuck off Harry!” Edward cries in disgust, turning to him with narrowed eyes/ 

       “What did I tell you about swearing at me Edward? You know should know what happens next by now.” Harry points, teeth grit with a locked jaw.

[Y/N] remembers too, she was there unfortunately on the numerous occasions where they fought - physically. Aside from the swearing, one of the worst incidents they’ve had is when [Y/N] was invited on their family holiday. Harry had locked his arms around [Y/N]’s body, throwing her into the hotel pool. By the time [Y/N] surfaced from the water, Ed was on top of Harry punching him repeatedly. She had to quickly intervene before they would both get into trouble by not only their family, but the hotel staff. But it wasn’t long before Harry had his brother pinned, relentlessly bashing his brother just like he did to him.

If that didn’t alarm [Y/N] what sort of relationship they had at a young age, then she didn’t know what would. Since then, she’s tried to be the regulator between them, that if anything happens, she would be the one to stop everything. 

        “Alright, we’re not doing this. Harry, haven’t you got something better to do because I know you don’t know how to play scrabble.” She says. 

        “Nah, m’done here.” Harry shakes his head at his brother as [Y/N] could see the rage in his face just waiting to be let out. He walks off, presumably to his bedroom as neither Ed or [Y/N] follow. 

        “I can’t believe I’m related to that.” Edward sighs in defeat.

[Y/N] laughed it off, too tired and a little displaced since Harry interrupted in on her and Ed’s time together. She’s thought about Harry a few times but mainly not because of the scarily looking resemblance that Ed and Harry shared. They’re literally spitting, identical images of each other, and sometimes [Y/N] found it weird.

        “Imagine if you were with him or one of his little fuck buddies that he has on the regular.” Edward scoffed. “I probably wouldn’t be friends with you.”

        “Geez what’re you trying to say?” [Y/N] replied.

        “I’m just saying, Harry’s manipulative. God forbid if I ever caught him with you.” He shakes his head sternly, fists subconsciously clenching.

        “Look your brother…he’s a dickhead, and I know you already know that and no doubt agree but, I wouldn’t go for someone like Harry anyways.” Says [Y/N]. 

        “Good.” Edward says assertively. “Now let’s go to bed since neither of us seem in the mood to play scrabble.”

[Y/N] agreed with that. They both pack up, wash out the wine glasses and go straight to bed. Ed always makes sure that she sleeps in his bed, not because it was a guest’s policy in their household, but because Edward was a gentleman overall. He grabs a couple of pillows and blankets from the top of their towel cupboard after giving [Y/N] a quick hug and bid each other goodnight.

After getting dressed into some pajama shorts and singlet, [Y/N] walks passed Harry’s room, door open as he sat on the edge of his bed, texting on his phone. She didn’t pay much attention to him, walking back into Ed’s room before collapsing onto his bed and trying to get some shut eye.

But for some reason, she can’t. Minutes turned into hours as she was tossing and turning, flicking off the blankets then pulling them back up again. By the time she actually decided to stay awake, it was three in the morning, so she quickly dotted off to the bathroom but found that the door was stuck, again.

The Styles’ family had never replaced this door like they said they were going to in the past, but it always got stuck. They either thought it was something to do with the lock or the hinges of the door being too stiff and had never gotten around to fixing the problem. She fiddles with the doorknob before yanking a few times then drew the conclusion that this wasn’t going to work. Her first option was Edward, but [Y/N] would rather wake up the devil than him. Plus, he was a heavy sleeper. Gemma was away and so was Anne, which left Harry as a last resort. [Y/N] trails back the way she came from, stopping outside of Harry’s room as he was still on his phone at this hour.

        “You.” [Y/N] announces herself as Harry looks up from his device. A smile appears on his face again, one that she wants to wipe off. She takes in that he’s wearing minimal clothing, no top and just in a pair of black boxers. Not that she isn’t staring at his carved and tight body that’s plastered in some tattoos.

        “Doors stuck again.” She clears her throat, also trying to clear the thoughts in her brain.

Harry let out a small ‘oh’, sits up from his bed and walks out past [Y/N] as she takes in the view of his ripped back. Each time she catches herself dazed about Harry’s body, all she has to do is think that this is Edward – her best friend who swore to kill Harry even if he touched her. Harry grips the door handle, rattling it, shaking it, before finally using his shoulder to barge it open.

        “Thanks.” She replied carelessly, walking past him to enter the bathroom. On her way into the space, Harry followed closely before shutting the door after him, grinning down at [Y/N].

        “What’re you-“ Before [Y/N] could finish her sentence, Harry’s hand quickly covered her mouth because of how loud she was talking. Her heart starts pounding in her chest at Harry’s sudden move when he slowly removed his hand. His own heart jumps since this was the first time he’d even lay a hand on her in this way.

        “What…are you doing?” She says in a quieter voice this time.

      “I’m bored.” He shrugs then leaned back onto the door to minimise her chance of getting out.

         “So, you followed me into the bathroom?” [Y/N] narrows her eyes at him. 

         “Uh...” Harry trails off, looks around the space then meets her eyes. “Looks like it.” He adds sarcastically. 

         “Well you shouldn’t be in here, if Ed-“

         “Ed would murder me, I know. Yet here I am.” He smiles like an angel.

         “Anyways, since I’m here - I overheard you and him talking.” He starts. “You think I’m a dickhead?” Harry furrows his brows at her, now folding his arms over his bare chest. 

[Y/N] felt slightly bad that Harry heard what she said about him. Then again, he’s been called worse, not to mention that he brought that title on himself according to Ed. 

         “You didn’t need to hear that, I’m sorry but sometimes you can be Harry. No get out!” She shouted.

He leaps from the door, hand pressed straight against her mouth. It was a little bit unnecessary, but it gave him the excuse to touch her face. Out of nowhere, Harry uses that same hand, sliding his thumb across her lips. His touch made [Y/N]’s stomach warp as she didn’t know what just overcame her. And neither did Harry. He had felt [Y/N] before, but not like this. Not in such a provocative way where he struggles so hard to keep himself together.

His mind jumps into the past, diving into the many times where he’s thought about her, right from the start of high school. Harry would get goosebumps every time he saw [Y/N] walk through the hallways, butterflies in his stomach too. But all that would soon vanish in a split second when he’d see that she was accompanied by her brother. Edward always had to get in the way.

        “Alright, you need to be quiet.” He says, taking a step away from her.

        “What do you want Harry?” [Y/N] sighs, shrugging her shoulders at the same time.

        “Told you, m’bored, figured I could steal you away for a sec. Plus, I can’t sleep” He answers, smirking like its uncontrollable.

        “Okay well, it’s been a second-“

        “You really think I’m a dick?” This time, Harry had a change of expression, going from a little bit cocky to slightly defensive about himself. [Y/N] doesn’t blame him, but Harry had been called worse before. She felt half as bad and sorry for him that he heard her say that in the first place, but sometimes, she felt like he deserves it for the shit that he can put his brother through.

          “Sometimes, only when you hurt him, be mean to him or tease him I mean, touching me in front of him just adds fuel to a fire.” She whispers loudly, trying to reach for the doorknob behind Harry.

Taking another step forward, he had [Y/N] trapped. Both hands attached to the counter behind [Y/N]’s body, locking her into his close vicinity. He could almost hear her heart beating frantically and seeing her up close really validified his expectations of her. For years he’d watch [Y/N] ignore him even at times when he didn’t say much to her.

        “You don’t like me touching you?” Harry whispers closely in her ear, making her body shudder. Just his words and how he talks were doing unspeakable things to her, things she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about – definitely not Edward. 

        “I don’t even know how to interpret that.” She gulps as Harry’s hot breath fans over her skin.  

        “Can interpret it however y’want baby.” Harry smirks.

        “I also heard you say that you wouldn’t go for someone like me. What does that mean?” Harry continued, staring into her eyes this time, centimetres away from her face.

        “Look, do we have to talk in here?” [Y/N] asked back.

        “I mean, we can take this to my room if-” 

        “On second thoughts no.” She quickly disagrees with his suggestion. “Anyways, if you need to know, I meant that you’re not my type.” [Y/N] says with a stuck-up voice, trying to front this careless expression and refusing Harry’s offer back to his room.

        “Well who do you go for then?” He pressed on with his question.  

        “Why do you care?” [Y/N] protests to his inquiry. 

        “Answer the question.” He demands.

        “I-I don’t know, I haven’t…found my type I guess.” She mumbled.

        “Then how do you know I’m not your type if you haven’t even tried to see what its like with me?”

His question caught her off guard right there and then. There wasn’t much for her to say unless it was something along the lines of wanting to find out, knowing very well that it would feed into what Harry was trying to get at. [Y/N] had no other words or actions that came to mind as she stood there pressed between the counter and Harry’s hips. So, her lips came crashing onto Harry’s unexpectedly.

His hands lower straight to her waist, hips moving further into hers if it were even possible. They both find themselves tangled in a hot mess of mouth and tongue, [Y/N] gasping for air as they almost tear away from each other when Harry moved onto planting wet kisses across her throat. Harry was hungry for her, his fantasy coming to fruition as he’s thought about this moment before.

        “Been needing to do this t’ya for a long time.” Harry growled in her ear, watching himself in the mirror behind [Y/N] as he’s about to take this girl.

His hands drop underneath her thighs, propping her onto the counter. It doesn’t take him long to obsess over the way he’s making her feel and how she’s reacting to his touches. Her hands trail up Harry’s soft back, tugging and dragging her nails down the skin until she realises, this is all wrong 

        “H-Harry.” [Y/N] wasn’t sure if she was moaning his name.

        “Shh baby.” He hushes her again.

“N-No Harry…we shouldn’t be doing this.” [Y/N]’s hands slide from his back around to the tops of his shoulders. He pulls away from her neck, hands still resting on her waist comfortably.

        “I…I can’t…Ed and I…I just can’t do that to him. He’s my best friend. Doing anything with you – he would never talk to me again and I have nobody besides him.” [Y/N] studies the look on Harry’s face, noticing as he nodded understandably.

        “He doesn’t have to find out.” Harry informs her like it’s the best approach to take. “I know Ed would skin me alive if he found out that we were in the same room together, alone, finding out that I touched you this way, but everything would stay the same. You can go back to hating me and calling me a dick or whatever – but that doesn’t mean we can’t fool around.” 

        “Edward’s smarter than you, he will find out. And this never happened” [Y/N] dips behind Harry, pulling the door open.