donât worry, darling. || harry & florence!
To say Harry was excited, would be the understatement of the century â though, he was one for dramatics, so excitement could probably cover it in other peopleâs eyes. To him? Not so much. The mere idea of having his co - star, his best friend all to himself made his blood boil in the best way; made the hair on his arms stand, made his emerald optics darken with unbridled lust. He was craving Florence, had been since he laid his eyes on her whilst filming their movie. Due to being professional, however, they hadnât made any advances towards one another and kept things strictly platonic. Things were different now, though; no contracts in the way, no previous relationships holding them down. It was, simply, just them. They could have each other fully and that fact sent blood rushing towards his cock, fattening it up in the blue trousers he wore.
After exchanging filthy text messages with the blonde, inviting her over for a rendezvous, and nursing a glass of whiskey, Harry was set on pleasuring Florence to the fullest. He knew she wasnât extremely experienced when it came to taking things to a kinkier level and had offered â more like appointed himself the role â to help her indulge in those fantasies she kept. He was grateful that she trusted him so much, that she was willing to give her body to his so vulnerably, so openly. Harry swore to himself that heâd cherish every soft curve of her body, every feather - light gasp, every ecstasy filled moan that Florence would grace him with.
Upon hearing a knock on the door, the emerald eyed rockstar fixes his suit jacket in the mirror and watched as his brand new dog, Stevie, raced to the door. âCalm down, pup. Sâ just Florence.â He chuckled softly, shaking his head at her sudden excitement. Following her, Harry opens the door and the sight before him caused the corner of his plush lips to turn upward. There, stood his co - star, dressed up exactly like her character from âDonât Worry Darlingâ. It seemed as though the both of them had the same idea; bring to light a fantasy they both wished to act upon, to rewrite their characterâs stories. âWowâŚâ He chuckled softly, âDonât you look stunning. Mâ beautiful wife.â Harry teases, before pulling the woman inside and shutting the door, turning his attention to the Shiba Inu standing next to him, âDoesnât she look stunning, Stevie?â He asks, as if the animal was going to answer him. All she does is tilt her head to the side and walk away, quickly finding interest in a shiny chew toy. Harry averts his attention back to Florence, a grin pulling at his lips, âYou do look incredible, love. Sâ a shame your make - up will be smudged all over my pillows, innit?â He whispers lowly, the grin on his face morphing into a seductive smirk.
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