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PLEASE post whatever your writing about that gif of Harry with white robe đĽ this photo shoot left me shook
alrighty, iâm posting it here instead of making a separate post since itâs pretty short!!!
Another shout leaves Harryâs mouth, ringless fingers around his mouth, and he lets out a cackle when the horses in the distance turn their heads towards where heâs standing on the other side of the fence. His white robe is slightly baggy on him, considering his slim figure, and his soft, product-free hair catches on the wind, falling over his eyes ever so softly.
She comes behind him, wet grass rustling beneath her wellies, and she wraps her arms around his waist. âWhat are you doing, you silly man?â She says, tone amused as she squeezes his waist, âStop disrupting wildlife.â
âJust making friends,â Harry grins and puts his own hands over hers, squeezing gently before he intertwines their fingers. His features set in a smile when he feels her ring.
He tilts his head to the side and she presses a kiss to the crook of his neck, breathing in the comforting smell; tobacco and vanilla, and Harry.
âCome back to bed.â
The wind is gentle, soft around them, but she feels it >coming under her own robe, shivering when it hits her bare skin underneath.
Harry turns in her embrace and presses their foreheads together. âTook some pictures. Wanted us to have breakfast out here but,â his gaze falls to her chest, âItâs cold.â
Standing outside their little cottage, both dressed in white robes and pink wellies, Harry squeezes her frame tighter, sighing when her soft cheek, still warm from her sleep, presses against his cold neck. He looks over the cottage, the mountains, and wishes they could do this everyday, for the rest of their lives. For the rest of their lives, he thinks.
His eyes catch the sight of her ring once again as her hand rests on his chest, and it makes his throat hurt. He feels his throat tighten with various emotions, face bearing a quiet happiness, and he knows. He knows itâs love. The way her beautiful hair chafes the very air around them, some strands caressing his chin ever so softly, and the smell of it. Fresh, not exactly fruity, but pleasant, so pleasant that he wants to bottle it up and spray it on every surface, everything he owns so that he feels her wherever he goes. Her buttery skin is still sleep-warm and so soft against his despite the robe, and he canât help but lower his head until his lips touch where her pulse is, and she beams. Itâs love.
As he breathes in the smell, she giggles when his soft curls tickle her skin and he presses another kiss, mouth opening as he licks over the flesh, sucking it into his mouth before he lets go when he feels her shiver. âAre you cold?â His hand finds hers, âLetâs go inside, baby.â
The warmth of the cottage hits their cold skin as they stand side by side, toeing off their boots in silence. Thereâs a faint smell of burning wood and coffee invading their firm bubble of personal space as Harry guides them to the spacious bed, and he sighs at the white, crumpled sheets that look as if theyâre still warm. He watches with a smile as she crawls into bed, and once sheâs comfortable, Harry takes it upon himself to jump into it which earns him a slap on his chest.
âIâm starving.â
âMmm, Iâll feed you,â he aligns their bodies together, and her feet find their place between Harryâs hairy legs.
Humming, she travels her fingers up to his neck, âAre we talking about food, or your dick?â She brings her hand higher and pinches his earlobe, and he lets out a hiss.
âWhy do you ask?â
âBecause Iâm hungry. Not horny.â
Harry reaches for her hand on his ear and brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss where her ring rests. âSpotted dick?â
âI donât even like spotted dickâ no, donât even start. Itâs too early for penis jokes.â
âNever too early for some dick, baby,â he gets closer, nuzzling their noses together and he breathes her in, âYou smell lovely.â
âYeah? Itâs sweat and body lotion.â
âYâdonât smell sweaty to me, sweetheart,â he mutters, lips traveling to the corner of her mouth and he presses a kiss there. He kisses and kisses, plump lips soft against her skin, and when he reaches her neck, he presses another kiss there but this time it echoes through the room. âI love love you.â
âI love love you too...ouch! No teeth.â
âAll right, sorry, Iâll leave you alone and go back to my horses,â he begins pulling away but her hands find his shoulders, pressing him into her to prevent him from getting up.
âDonât leave. I want to cuddle some more before we check out.â
He gets comfortable in the bed, resting his back against the pillows and pulls her close to his chest. A grin appears on his face when she sighs, pressing her back against his chest harder as she tries to find a more comfortable position.
âCan you play with my hair?â She mumbles, tilting her head back to look at him.
He grins even wider, soaring, and begins massaging her scalp gently.
âI like this.â
She hums and wiggles her bottom in order to find a more comfortable position and her bum makes contact with Harryâs bare cock under his robe.
He lets out a hiss, âI changed my mind, I donât like thisâ stop moving your arse for godâs sake!â
âIâm not doing it on purpose, am I?â She lets out a groan, âCan you part your legs wider? This feels wrong.â
âWell, it >is wrong when you keep kneading my dick with your arse. Oi, stop it!â
âOh my god, youâre such a teenager. Iâm not trying to knead your dick, come on, part them beefy thighs.â
âFuckâs sake,â Harry retracts her fingers from her hair, watching as she tries to find a better position. âFuckâ my balls! Your asscheek! On my balls!â
With a cackle, she stops and moves away, taking her place on her side of the bed with crossed arms. Her hairâs artfully disheveled, thanks to Harryâs fingers, and he reaches to pinch her nipple over the thick robe.
âArgh, not my tits, theyâre sore!â
âWhat about my balls! God, I canât even feel my dick anymore,â he slides his fingers through his hair and takes a deep breath, pouting when he notices her still laughing. âStop laughing. Stop it.â
âCâmere,â she motions him to come closer and he does, of course he does, and she presses their foreheads together again. âI love you. Youâre a drama queen but I love you.â
âIf Iâm a drama queen, what does that make you, then?â
âIâm the girl of your dreams, baby.â
âPsh. As if.â
âI am. You told me so. LikeâŚâ she darts her tongue out and licks the tip of his nose, making his eyes widen, â...last night.â
âOh yeah?â
âMhm.â
His mouth tugs into a half-smile and he leans forward to press a kiss to her nose, the smile widening when she sighs and tries to get closer and closer, nuzzling into him like a kitten. âI donât recall.â
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Firstly, I apologize for how late this is and I know nobody is going to read this right now because itâs currently 11 PM BUT I still wanted to get this up on halloween and so here we are.Â
A very long (31k words) smutty halloween fic with one bed, a ghost, enemies to lovers, and an unsolved murder case. (Iâm sorry that thereâs also very little editing)
He lifted his mouth after a moment. âI was right.â
He was positive sheâd look just as dazed even if she did comprehend what he was saying. So, he chuckled, quickly explaining himself after guiding his lips to her ear.
âYouâre cute when you come too.â
She shut her eyes again, laying her head back with her mouth open as she struggled to get enough oxygen in. âYouâre welcome to be reminded of that any time you like.â
âIs that an invitation?â
She nodded without a single breath of hesitation. âAny time.â She reiterated.
âWhat about when youâre alone in your office?â He kissed his way down her neck, lips lingering on her pulse for a moment longer. Then he trailed his way back up to her ear, glancing at her face while he whispered, âBecause Iâve thought about all the ways we can make your desk useful countless times.â
âAre you saying my desk is useless?â
He chuckled, his breath fanning out pieces of her hair which he quickly fixed, tucking it behind her ear as he then placed both hands on either side of her face and his forehead on hers, staring at her swollen lips while he spoke. âI think itâd be better utilized if I was fucking you on top of it.â
âHarry, Where have you been?â You pause the show on TV as you look at Harry who had just entered the home you shared with him. He looks almost frustrated as he glances at you quickly before concentrating on taking off his sneakers.Â
âBack from the gym.â He picks up his sneakers and walks upstairs without another word. The funny thing is that he wasnât dressed in athletic wear nor did he have his duffel bag. He also didnât smell like his usual clean and musky scent whenever he showered. He was lying to you.
Now the difference between the first time he lied to you and now was before, you didnât notice it. You were oblivious to the idea of him lying. Now, you just scoff at yourself as you actually realize his lies.Â
This is my first time writing smut so please feel free to give me some feedback! x
Pairing: Y/N and Harry
Word count: 4k
Warning: Contains smut!
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âMorning mâlove,â Harry murmurs as you blink a few times to adjust to the light of your bedroom and stretch your body as you slowly wake up. âMm, morning,â you mumble sleepily, a soft smile forming on your lips.
You love how husky his voice is in the morning, his curls ruffled and his eyes still heavy with sleep. A soft chuckle leaves your lips as his arms pull you closer to his warm body while placing a lingering kiss on your temple.Â
âItâs still early..â he whispers in your ear, your legs tangling together under the covers as his lips move along your jaw and down your neck. Your eyes fall shut for a moment as you focus on the feeling of his wet lips leaving sloppy kisses and his soft stubble tickling against your skin.
His hand slowly moves down your back, causing shivers to shoot down your spine and earning a moan to escape your lips as his hand lands on your bum. A smirk forms on his lips as he hear the moan, which is only encouraging him to go on.Â
âHarry..â you start, knowing the two of you will be interrupted anytime soon and you definitely donât feel like getting caught in the heat of the moment. He hums against your skin, already knowing what youâre going to say but he squeezes your bum before slowly moving it to your front. You chuckle and bite your lip as his fingertips play with the hem of your panties, his palm pressing down onto your heat, feeling the wetness through the fabric of your panties on his skin.
He smirks when he feels how wet you are for him and even though youâre hesitant, he can tell that youâre slowly melting in his hands.
âI know love, but we just gotta be quick,â he whispers against your neck before biting down on your skin softly, as he teasingly runs his finger between your folds, the barrier of your panties separating you.Â
âNo time for teasing,â you say, just as he finally sneaks his hand into your panties and a small groan leaves his lips as he feels your juices on his fingers. You gasp and tug your bottom lip between your teeth as his thumb finds your clit, pressing down on it which causes you to squirm slightly in his grip.
He dips his index and middle finger down between your folds, a moan leaving both of your lips as he feels just how wet and slick you are against his skin. His lips are still clung to your neck as he moves his fingers slowly up and down to coat them in your juices.
Your lips part softly as he presses down on your throbbing clit again, firmly rubbing slow circles. âSo wet for me baby,â he murmurs, his voice huskier than before and filled with lust.Â
His middle finger teases your opening before slowly easing in, a soft groan leaving his lips as he feels just how tight you are. Your eyelids flutter and you let out a breath you didnât even realise that you have been holding, another soft gasp falling from your lips as he eases his other finger in as well.Â
âH-Harry,â you stutter in a moan as he pulls you closer to him with his free hand, his semi hard on pressing against your hip.Â
âMm, it sounds so sexy when you moan my name,â he mumbles against your neck as he leaves small marks, while slowly moving his fingers in and out of you, causing soft moans to fill the room.Â
He groans when you clench around his fingers as he curls them upwards, hitting all your right spots. âFuck,â you cuss under your breath, his grip tightening on you as you squirm slightly in his arms.Â
But his hands are instantly pulled away, the both of you groaning in frustration as you hear small feet against the hardwood floor, coming towards your bedroom.
âHi angel,â Harry says when your four year old daughter peeps through the door, his voice now gentle as the lust has disappeared.Â
âMorning baby,â you murmur as you watch her push the door open, her small feet running across the cold floor as you extend your arms to her. âCouldnât sleep anymore?â you ask softly, as you pull her into the bed so she can cuddle between you and Harry.
She shakes her head as she rubs her eyes sleepily, her soft curls mussed from sleeping and her eyes still heavy with sleep. âIâm hungry,â she mumbles as you place a soft kiss to her temple, causing a chuckle from you and Harry.
âWell what would my little angel like for breakfast?â Harry asks, gently brushing her long brown curls away from her forehead as he watches her expression change when she takes a moment to think about the possibilities. âHm? Whatever you want, daddy will make it,â he says softly as he looks past your daughter whoâs comfortably cuddled between the two of you, to watch you.
He flashes you his well-known smile, but the frustration of being interrupted is shown in his eyes.Â
A soft smile is placed on your face as you watch the two of them together, knowing she has got her daddy completely wrapped around her finger. Your heart melts at the sight of her small fingers tracing over the outline of his tattoos and you see the love in his eyes, knowing that sheâs without a doubt a daddyâs girl.Â
âPancakes,â her small voice already sounds excited, a satisfied smile on her small face as sheâs clearly happy about her choice. âCan we please make pancakes, daddy?â she asks as her green hope-filled eyes look up at him. âOf course darling,â he chuckles, placing a kiss to her forehead.Â
âIâll check on your brother,â you say while stretching, the cold hardwood floors making you shiver as you get out of the warm bed. Quickly pulling on your robe, you make your way down the hall, leaving Harry and your daughter to have another cuddle together.
âMorning handsome,â you coo as you push the door to the nursery open, seeing that your two year old son is already awake in his crib. âMumma,â he mumbles as he reaches out for you, his curls mussed from sleep as well and his sleepy eyes watche you.Â
âDid you sleep well?â you ask, walking over to his crib and carefully lifting him up to place a soft kiss on his forehead, before he rests his head against your shoulder. You get a small nod in respond as he cuddles closer, his arms wrapping securely around you.
After you have eaten breakfast and cleaned the kitchen from the mess that Harry and your daughter had made, youâre leaned against the kitchen island to scribble down things that you need from the grocery store.Â
A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you feel his hands grabbing your hips, before he presses himself against your bum and his lips land on your shoulder. âHarryâŚâ you warn, already knowing what he was up to.Â
âCome on babe..â he begs in a low voice, trailing kisses along your shoulder and up your neck, softly nibbling on your skin. You bite your lip to muffle your moan as you try your hardest to focus on the grocery list, knowing there is things around the house that needs to be done.Â
You can already feel his semi hard on pressing against your bum, the thin material of your dress and his sweatpants being the only thing separating you, as you know he tends not to wear boxers under his sweatpants.Â
âNot now,â you chuckle as you hear his frustrated groan against your neck, a defeated sigh leaving his lips, knowing you wonât cave for now. âGot errands,â you explain, feeling him slowly pull away from you, his hands hesitating to leave your hips.
âSorry,â you say, knowing you do in fact have a lot to do, but you also enjoyed teasing him a bit when he was in a mood like this.Â
He pouts softly and kisses your cheek before fixing himself in his sweats as he walks over to make himself a cup of tea. ââS alright love, just find it hard to keep my hands off of you,â he smirks, which makes his dimples show.Â
You chuckle and finish the grocery list, before leaving it on the counter for Harry, knowing it was his turn to take care of the shopping.Â
Later, when he returns from the store, your daughters laughter fills the house again as Harry had brought her along to the store. She loves grocery shopping and Harry loves any moment he can get with her, so he never hesitates about bringing her along. He also knows it gave you more time to do things around the house, as your son was having a nap at the same time.Â
âHi bud,â Harry says when he has packed everything away, kneeling down in front of your son as heâs playing on the floor. He place a kiss to his forehead, his brown curls framing his slightly chubby face.Â
âAngel, can you watch your brother while daddy checks on mummy?â he asks, looking over at your daughter whoâs watching TV from the couch, getting a nod in return as sheâs occupied by the kids show.Â
He chuckles before getting up to find you, hoping he can get you to himself for just a moment. âBabe?â he calls, fixing his sweatpants as they hang loosely around his hips.
âIn the laundry room!âÂ
You smile as he appears in the doorway, a slight grin on his face as he leans against the doorway. âDid you get everything we need?â You ask as you empty the dryer, getting a small nod from Harry as he certainly doesnât want to talk about groceries.Â
You chuckle as you turn your attention back to the laundry, carefully folding the clothes and sorting it in piles as Harry slowly makes his way over.
His hands firmly grab your hips again and you look over your shoulder to see the cheeky smile on his face. He places a soft kiss by the corner of your mouth before trailing his lips along your jaw, his kisses more wet and sloppy than earlier on.Â
âMm..â you hum softly, biting your lip as his hands teasingly trace up your sides and slowly move to your breasts, giving them a soft squeeze. A quiet moan leaves your lips as he sucks and bites on your neck, creating a hickey just below your ear.Â
You bite your lip, knowing now wasnât the time. âHarry..â you start again, a whine immediately leaving his lips as he doesnât wanna hear your next words. âThe kids..â you mumble, finding it hard to resist him.Â
âBabeeee..â he whines against your neck, his head dropping to your shoulder as another frustrated sigh leaves his lips. His hands move away from your breasts and he wraps them around your waist instead.Â
âSorry,â you say but canât help but chuckle, not remembering the last time he has been in a needing mood like this.
âWhen will you have time for me?â he pouts, placing a innocent kiss on your shoulder as you continue to fold the laundry. âWhen the kids are sleeping,â you answer, turning your head to place a soft kiss to his temple.Â
âFine,â he whines softly, already knowing he wonât be able to wait for so long. âBetter have your full attention then,â he smirks and gives your bum a soft slap before walking off.Â
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âCan we watch Trolls, daddy?â your daughter asks as she watches him going through the movies on the TV, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you have lost count on how many times you have seen it.
âSure angel,â he chuckles as he search through the kids movies to find it.Â
âTrolls!â your son giggles as he claps his hands in excitement. âTrolls it is,â you say, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head.Â
Harry eventually finds it and presses play and both of your kids gets comfortable on the couch, but before you can do the same, he grabs your hand and pulls you up with him. âWe should get started on dinner love,â he says softly, his lips forming into a smirk as he places an eager kiss on your cheek.Â
You look back at your kids and see that their eyes are completely focused on the movie, knowing they would be distracted for a while. âDinner huh?â you smirk, not fighting it when Harry drags you to the kitchen.Â
He chuckles and gently pushes you back against the counter, a cheeky grin forming on his face as he nods. âDaddy needs a cuddle,â he chuckles teasingly as he slowly lifts you onto the counter.Â
His lips softly brush against yours before capturing them, his hands trailing up your thighs and slowly pushing your dress up as he goes. Your hands cup his face, gently tugging on the soft curls by the nape of his neck.
You moan quietly against his lips as he pulls you towards him so youâre sitting on the edge of the counter, his hand cupping your heat through the thin material of your panties. âSo wet already,â he mumbles against your lips, a satisfied smirk on his face as he has been waiting all day for this.
âHarry!â you squeal as he without a warning rips your panties on both sides before sneaking them into the pocket of his sweats. âThat was my favourite pair,â you whine, not wanting to admit how hot it was.
âOh shush, weâll just get you some new ones,â he chuckles, already making you forget about your ruined panties as his thumb finds your clit and he press down on it a bit harder than he had done this morning.Â
You bite down on your bottom lip to stay quiet as Harry starts rubbing in harsh circles, a wide grin forming on his face. Your hand slowly moves from his cheek and down his chest to end by his sweats, eagerly tugging on the waistband.Â
âBabe..â you mumble, a small whine leaving your lips as the teasing and failed attempts from the entire day catch up on you, making you eager to finally have him inside of you.
He removes his hand from your heat to undo the strings of his sweats, loosening them so you can get access, but not enough for them to drop to his feet.Â
Your hand quickly dips in to pull his cock out, a moan of relief escaping his lips as your hand wraps tightly around his throbbing length. âFuck,â he cusses as you run your thumb over his tip, smearing some of the precum down onto his shaft.
Harry gently pulls the strap of your dress down your shoulder, making the dress fall down just enough to expose one of your breasts. He is quick to wrap his watering mouth around your intriguing nipple, making your head fall back with a breathy moan.Â
His hips subconsciously thrust against your hand in desperation as you pump him, wanting to relieve some of the pressure that has been building the entire day.Â
A low deep grown escapes his lips and you slowly lean closer, attaching your lips to his neck and sucking harshly so you can leave a hickey behind. âI need you,â he mumbles between moans as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, his forehead resting against your shoulder.Â
âThen take me,â you whisper in his ear before he gently swats your hand away from his length to take it into his own hand. He strokes over himself a few times as you spread your legs a bit more to give him better access.Â
He lines himself up at your entrance and pushes through slowly at first, a moan leaving both of your lips as you clench around his length and your walls burn with the stretch. Harry let a soft gasp of relief leave his lips as he pushes all the way through, taking a moment to just enjoy the feeling of his cock being buried deep inside of you.
You exhale slowly and look down to where youâre connected, the sight making your mouth water as you pull him closer to you by wrapping your legs around his waist.
Harry keeps his eyes on you as he starts thrusting slowly, your features twisting in pleasure as you bite your lip harshly to muffle the moan you so badly wanna let go off.Â
His hands sneak up under your dress to rest firmly on your hips, his fingertips digging into your soft skin and squeezing the flesh in his palms.
âF-Faster,â you stutter against his lips, your hot breath sending shivers down Harryâs spine as a smirk reappears on his face. âYour wish is my command,â he murmurs before picking up the pace.
Your face twists with the quickened tempo and you breathe in heavily, your body rocking with his fast and powerful thrusts.Â
Harry leans back down to connect his mouth to your nipple, sucking and biting but being careful not to be too hard, earning a moan to escape your bitten lips.Â
Slowly, he moves lips up your chest, leaving behind a trail of wet and sloppy kisses as he reaches your ear, gently biting down on the lobe of your ear. âFeels so good around me, love.âÂ
Your head tilts back, making your hair fall down your back as his hot and heavy breath hits your skin, a hand reaching up to tug on the soft curls by the nape of his neck.Â
âH-Harry-â you gasp, his name falling perfectly from your lips as your free hand grips onto his forearm, nails digging into his inked skin. âShh love, gotta stay quiet,â he reminds you, capturing your lips with his own to keep you quiet, afraid that the kids might hear you.Â
Despite needing you to stay quiet, he picks up the force of his thrusts and let you moan against his lips. He tighten his grip on your hips, only wanting to encourage you to moan his name, but knowing that it has to wait for later tonight.Â
His sweatpants hangs loosely on his hips as he shields your body with his own, eagerly pulling you closer to him so your bodies are pressed together.
âDaddy?â a small voice appears from the opening to the livingroom, Harrys movements quickly freezing as his head snaps around to see your daughter standing in the doorway.Â
âYes angel?â he says, clearing his throat as you look over his shoulder to your daughters questioning eyes.Â
âWhat are you and mummy doing?â she asks, as she watches you, a soft smile forming on your face as youâre just thankful that she isnât coming any closer.
âWeâre just having a cuddle, love,â Harry explains without hesitation, a soft chuckle leaving your lips.
âCan I have a cuddle too daddy?â the teddy in her arms is squeezed tightly against her chest.
âNo angel, not right now,â he rejects, just needing a moment to finish the both of you off, before he can return to the living room and shower her with kisses and all the cuddles she needs. âGo back and finish the movie,â he says, flashing her a reassuring smile which earns a smile from her before she turns around on her heels and returns to the living room.
A chuckle of relief leaves his lips as Harry turns his attention back on you, a small smirk on his lips. âThat was close,â he says, placing a soft kiss on your lips.Â
âNow where were we..â his voice trails off, his lips trailing down to your shoulder, placing soft kisses along his way and his fingers tightening their hold on your hips as his thrusts slowly start again.
Your eyes fall shut again as he thrusts and your hand slowly make itâs way back to his hair, where your fingers tug on his soft curls. âMore baby,â you beg quietly, a dull ache slowly forming between your legs.
Without hesitation Harry picks up the pace yet again, using more force this time as he is just as desperate for his release as you are. âFuck, you take me so well,â he whispers in your ear following a low husky growl.Â
âFeels so good,â you encourage, the tingling feeling in the pit of your stomach only growing.Â
âYeah?â he smirks, his breath hot against your ear as he keep his voice low. âDoes my cock make you feel good baby? Huh?âÂ
All youâre able to do is nod as the force of his thrusts gets stronger, your breath getting stuck in your throat and your head falls back again.
âJust wait for later then..â he whispers before biting carefully on the lobe of your ear again, his breathing getting quicker against your skin. âGonna give you a proper lesson for rejecting me all day, pet.âÂ
Tugging on the hair by the nape of his neck, you encourage him to go on, his words only turning you on more. âMaybe spank that little ass of yours,â he groans, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as his fingers dig further into the skin of your hips.
âMake sure you donât do it again,â he whispers, causing a small moan to leave your lips before you can catch it, the anticipation for later already growing.Â
His hand trails down to where youâre connected, his fingers trailing over your clit and pressing softly, the added pleasure making your body jolt against his. You gasp softly while your brows furrow in pleasure, your fingers digging into the skin of his forearm.Â
Harry pulls his face away from your neck to watch you as he enjoys to watch the pleasure he is bringing you wash over your face. âYeah, thatâs it then,â he says, a cocky smile forming on his face.
His fingers rub in fast circles over your clit, adding more pressure which makes your toes curl and your eyes roll in the back of her head. âIâm gonna cum baby,â you moan, the tingeling feeling in your stomach now replaced by a burning sensation.
As he feels your walls fluttering around him, his own thrusts starts becoming more sloppy, his brows furrowing as he focuses on keeping his hips moving at a rapid speed while continuing to toy with your clit.Â
You gasp when he gives a certainly hard thrust, hitting a spot inside of you, which sends you over the edge. Harry is quick to cover your lips with his own as the orgasm washes over you, swallowing every moan that might leave your lips.Â
When he feels how your walls clench around him, he finally looses it himself, his shaft twitching before releasing in long shots of hot and sticky cum.
âHoly fuck,â he cusses between heavy breaths as he hesitantly pulls away from your lips slowly, chuckling as he adjusts the strap of your dress to cover you up again.
âHoly fuck indeed,â you chuckle, watching as he pulls out carefully before pulling his sweatpants back up.Â
âThat was just a little preview for later,â Harry grins as it has been worth the wait all day, but it has only left him wanting more. âDaddyâs definitely going to need another cuddle,â you laugh softly as he refers to himself in third person, your heart skipping a beat at his next words as he flashes you a deviously smile followed by a wink; âand mummy is in need of a good spanking.â
- The one where Harry and Y/n are separated, but Harry gets jealous when he sees Y/n getting ready for a date with another manÂ
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It was the last thing Harry wanted to see, really â Y/n in a tight red dress, hooking gold earrings into her ears while she rubs her lips together, Â spreading the crimson lipstick upon the surface, legs ending at her black stilettos.
But thatâs exactly what Harry sees when he walks into her apartment to pick up their six-month old son, and heâs never had so much of an urge to gouge his eyes out from their sockets and leave them lifeless upon the ground.
Thereâs someone else. Y/nâs dolling herself up, wearing her Sunday best, letting her hair down in loose curls even though she hates curling her fucking hair, for somebody else â for somebody thatâs not him, for somebody thatâs not her husband.
âHey, Harry! Thank you so much for coming early. I donât want to be late!â
She still has yet to look at him â still scrambling around her living room, gathering everything she needs â and Harry doesnât even know if he wants her to. One glance from her when she looks like this⌠and heâll be a goner, he knows it, and he canât afford to get all jealous and possessive in front of the very woman he broke things off with not just one year ago.
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Los Angeles, Spring 1975
âAre you sure you canât come now?â Harry mumbles against YNâs lips, âI can squeeze you into my suitcase.â
YN laughed, pressing another kiss to Harryâs lips, âI canât come now, you know that. Iâve got rehearsals for the next three weeks and then Iâm coming.â
Harry groans and drops his head down to her neck, littering kisses to her skin as he squeezes her. He had been like this for the past week, ever since the seven-day countdown started. YN loved how much Harry loved her and wanted to be with her, but he was also aware that she needed to stay back in Los Angeles for a little while for rehearsals for her own tour that was starting in a month or so. Before she did kick off her tour though, she would fly out and spend a few days with Harry on his, so at least they had that to look forward to. Harry understood that this was necessary for both of them, but that wasnât going to stop him from missing her, nor would YN stop missing him.
Harry would be busy on his tour, one which has broken records with ticket sales that YN didnât know could exist and she was so proud of him. She would be busy with rehearsals, and sorting out everything for her tour and she would be okay. At this point, they had spent so much time together that YN thought Harry would be happy to have a break from her, but it seemed as though it was the complete opposite. She hoped spending a week together before they were both thrown into their tours at full force would at least make the rest of their time apart slightly easier.
âI know, I know,â He mumbles into her neck, finally pulling his head away so that she can look at him again, âIâm going to miss you so much, baby.â
âIâm going to miss you too, you know that,â YN mumbles against his lips, âBut itâs only going to be for three weeks and then Iâll be with you.â
YN placed another kiss on his lips, running her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck one last time to make up for the lack of it for the next few weeks. She was going to miss him more than anything. Whilst YN was ready for the time apart and had prepared, she knew that it was going to be different with her support system gone. She had a different support system to focus on now â and that was her music.
âHarry, itâs time,â It was Jeff that called his name from behind her, and Harry groaned immediately.
Harry dropped his head to her shoulder again, and she wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him even closer to her if that was possible. There wasnât even an inch of space between them at this point.
âI love you so much,â YN mumbled against his neck, feeling as though she wanted to cry but she wasnât going to let herself.
âI love you too,â He pulled back and placed one more kiss on her lips, âIâll see you soon.â
âYou will,â She smiles, prying his arms off her one last time, âNow go, before Jeff has both of our heads."
Harry pouts but listens to her, placing another final kiss on her cheek before making his way towards the bus. YN turned so that she could watch the bus drive away. Harry sat down next to Jeff, a pout on his lips as he did so. YN just beamed a smile at him and crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes not leaving his.
As the bus started and drove away, YN waved and blew Harry kisses until the bus had turned out of the parking lot, and she could no longer see it.
There wasnât time for YN to be sad though, as she had to leave to get to a meeting with Leroy about her tour, and then go and meet her new band in the afternoon and begin to rehearse for the tour. These were how her days looked for the foreseeable future, full of different things to do and not a single second in the day to think about anything else.
The drive to Leroyâs was quick, and YN spent the entire time in silence. In her head, she was going over potential setlists for her tour, and also potential outfits that she could wear (all centred around her cowboy boots of course) and also what she was going to make herself for dinner (food was a priority after all).
With all of those thoughts swirling around her head, and not a single one of Harry pushing to the surface, she had managed to drive to Leroyâs office without a single worry in her head. She was a little early, but that was better than being late, so she packed up her bag and made her way inside.
Throwing a smile to Agatha on the desk, she made her way towards the elevator and up to Leroyâs office. The last time she came here for a meeting, she was late because she was throwing back pills in the bathroom. Now, her mind was clear, and she was in control of herself, and it felt good.
YN may be sober now, but she was still the same badass. Therefore, when YN made it to Leroyâs office she didnât knock and instead, she just walked in. Leroy was on the phone, and his eyes widened when he saw YN making her way into the room and sitting down across from him.
âIâll, uh, have to go,â Leroy mutters into the receiver, âMy next meeting is here⌠yeah, I love you. See you tonight.â
YN smiles, crossing one of her legs over the other, âWife, or mistress?â
âWife, not that itâs any of your business,â Leroy sighs, another look of shock waving over his face again, âYouâre actually on time.â
YN shrugged, âThat I am.â
âWho knew that getting you sober was the one thing that would get you on time?â Leroy says with a smile, but YNâs face doesnât move.
YN was sober, she was. She had fallen a few months ago, but that was the first and last drink that she had. It was. She regretted it immediately and threw the rest of the bottle away. That was when she decided that she wasnât that person anymore and that when she needed something to lean on, she would lean on her friends her music, and Harry.
That didnât mean that she didnât feel guilty about it because she did. She had been sitting on that secret since it happened, but there was no way that she was going to tell any of them about it. She was doing fine right now; she was honestly and truthfully doing fine.
âThatâs not the only thing that getting me sober has fixed,â YN shrugged, messing with the hem of her skirt.
âI can see that,â He smiles at her, âYou look good, you do.â
âThank you, Leroy, I appreciate that,â She glares at him with a bashful smile across her features, âNow as much as I love talking about me, I think itâs time that we spoke about my next favourite topic â my tour!â
Leroy sighs and shakes his head. If last time was anything to go by, especially because she had given him a list of demands when she was only the opener, he dreaded to think what she was going to ask him for now that it was her tour.
âWell, how about I tell you what we have so far and then you can say your piece,â Kenneth explains and YN nods, knowing that was probably for the best, âSo far, weâve got the staging ready, booked the opener, booked the venues and the hotels for the nights that you arenât travelling. Weâve got the bus and all the travel sorted.â
âSounds like youâve been busy,â YN smiles, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.
âWell, whilst youâve been MIA weâve had time,â Leroy explains, âTicket sales have been good, great even. Rolling Stones did you good.â
YN sighs, shaking her head. She hadnât allowed herself to think about the article, not since it came out and especially not since what it caused. She has, however, allowed herself to celebrate Harryâs cover, and article, because that was everything that he needed to kickstart his climb within the industry.
âYeah, well, everybody seemingly wants to see the recovering addict perform,â YN sighed, shaking her head, âAnd whatâs that thing you always say â any publicity is good publicity?â
âIn this case, yeah,â He nods, âIf it wasnât for that article, your ticket sales would be good we all know that but nothing like what they are now.â
YN sighs and nods, âI guess Iâll thank journalist dickhead when I see him next.â
âDonât worry, if we have control of anything youâll never have to see that man again.â
âGood, now, my ideas,â She smiles, leaning forward and placing her elbows on the desk, âSo, I want separate buses. If the last tour was anything to go by, the band and groupies will want to party, and I donât want to be anywhere near that. I also want a separate green room. I donât want to be involved in any of that. I canât be involved in any of that.â
âIâll see what I can do, YN,â Leroy nods, sincerity in his voice.
âNo, itâs not you âseeingâ what you can do, youâll do it,â She taps her nail on the desk, âI canât be involved in any of that. Iâve been on the straight and narrow, and I need to stay that way.â
Leroy nods and runs a hand over his face, âTwo buses, two green rooms. Theyâre yours.â
âGood, thank you,â She does give him an appreciative smile now, âIâve sorted the set list, I did it on the drive over, so Iâll discuss that with the band, Iâve got my costumes in the majority Iâll just need someone to go and pick them up for me.â
âIâll talk to Agatha,â Leroy nods, âSheâll send someone for you.â
YN nods. Yes, Leroy could be a dickhead sometimes but that was his job. It was times like this when she remembered why he was her manager because underneath that façade of being an absolute prick, he had a good heart, and he did care. If he didnât care about her, he wouldnât be spending the agencyâs money on things that arenât a necessity.
âYou know, youâre a real sweetheart sometimes.â
âAnd youâre less of a bitch when youâre not on drugs.â
They share a laugh, and for the first time in a while, she thinks that everything might be okay again.
âThe chord progression goes up,â YN sighs, lifting her hand to her forehead, âI donât know if you know it but youâre going down.â
âItâs just easier that way,â Jackson, YNâs new bassist replies with a shrug as they stand in the middle of the rehearsal room, âItâs easier to go down than it is up, thought you wouldnât mind that.â
âI do mind that, actually, yeah,â YN nods, crossing her hands over her chest before sighing, âBecause itâs my song, and I wrote the progression going up.â
They had been rehearsing for the shows for a week now. YN had been getting to know all of the new members of the band and whilst some, like the pianist Pepper and the drummer Fiona, just got on with the job and listened to what YN had to say, some like the bassist Jackson and the guitarist Felix (who just had to know each other and were friends) wanted to make their lives easy and by doing this in part were not listening to YN.
âYeah, we know youâve written all these songs and you want them played a certain way,â Felix sighs, resting his arms across his guitar, âBut weâll be playing them over and over and for our sake, shouldnât we simplify them slightly?â
âNo, we shouldnât,â YN shakes her head, her gaze fixed firmly on the two friends who were standing there with smug-ass grins on their faces, âWe shouldnât simplify them because if you learnt the songs right, youâd be able to play them over and over again because youâd know them, the right way.â
YN knew that after her conversation with Leroy had gone so well nearly a week ago there was going to be something that would turn it on its head and make life hard for her. Her band, or seemingly half of it, was that. They were just young, stubborn musicians who wanted to be playing for themselves and not for some random girl who was a perfectionist and made them work.
âThis is the seventh song weâve done and theyâre all fucking different with their chord progressions, and riffs,â Jackson was the next one to speak up and YN was so close to either socking him in the face or kicking him out of the band.
âWell, who are you? Captain fucking obvious because thatâs how songs go, theyâre not the same,â YN throws her hands up in the air, taking a heated step towards him, âYou are getting paid to play my songs how I want them to be played, and if you, both, have any more complaints then you can fuck right off back from where you came with no pay-check, and no tour.â
Both Jackson and Felix started to stalk towards her, but Pepper and Fiona were up and standing in front of them so that they couldnât move closer. YN didnât move in fact, and she didnât look scared. She just stood there, with her arms crossed and feet planted firmly on the floor. She wasnât scared of a couple of coked-up twenty-year-olds who were complaining because their job was too hard.
âGuys, letâs just have a break yeah?â Pepper was the first to talk, placing her hand on Jackson's shoulder but he was quick to brush it off, âWeâll all go for a smoke yeah? Iâve got some joints, and weâll share them around.â
âYeah, come on,â Fiona did the same to Felix, âBoth of you are hitting a low, and need to relax.â
YN sighed and shook her head, âYeah, you two go and relax and get high and by the time youâre back I hope youâve pulled your head out of your asses and realised youâve got a job to do.â
Pepper pushed Jackson out of the room, and Fiona did the same to Felix, but she hung back.
âIâm sorry about them theyâre both ââ
âPricks?â YN filled in the blank.
âYeah, thatâs a word for them,â Fiona laughed, walking over, and placing a hand on YNâs arm, âYou can join us? We can go away from them but thereâs no use wasting a joint.â
YN sighs and shakes her head, âThanks for the offer, but I donât ââ
âThatâs fine,â Fiona smiles, âWell, you know where we are if you need us.â
YN offers Fiona a smile and watches as she walks out. Once sheâs left on her own, YN drops down on the sofa at the side of the room and drops her head back. One day YN was going to find a band to play with her that created no problems in her life and helped her rather than insult her.
YNâs eyes had drifted shut, and she was a minute or two away from falling asleep. With the long hours and days that she had been having, as well as struggling to sleep on her own without Harry she hadnât been sleeping well. Today though, she was so ready for bed, and she knew that the second that her head hit the pillow when she got home, she would be fast asleep.
âKnock, knock,â A very familiar voice knocked her out of her slight slumber, as well as the hit of knuckles on the door frame.
YNâs face broke out into a smile at the sound and sight of Vivienne walking into the room, a bag of food from Edâs in her clutch. She nearly cried on the spot at that sight.
âHi Viv,â YN smiled, opening her arms so that Vivienne could drop down and wrap YN in a hug.
âHi babes,â Vivienne laughs, accepting the hug and then dropping down on the sofa next to her.
YN did feel bad. She had completely forgotten that she had agreed to have dinner with Vivienne at the studio today because it was their last night together. Tomorrow, Vivienne was leaving for the first stop of the tour with Pamela and her band, and whilst YN was so excited and so proud of her, she was going to miss her. At the moment, with YNâs days so stressful she was loving coming home to Vivienne and hearing about her day, and then unloading slightly about her day to Vivienne. She was just going to miss that comfort around her.
âSaw the band outside,â Vivienne says and YN sighs, her eyes widening as she shakes her head, âHigh as kites.â
âThey can get as fucking high as they want as far away from me if it means they stop being pricks,â YN sighs, her head leaning on the sofa.
âThat bad?â
âThat bad,â YN nodded, sitting up and reaching over to grab the bag from Edâs, âThis is exactly what I need right now.â
YN didnât even hesitate before taking a bite of her chicken sandwich, not caring that she had sauce all around her mouth. Vivienne laughed and passed YN a napkin, allowing her to wipe said sauce from around her mouth.
âWhat time are you leaving tomorrow?â YN asked, popping some fries into her mouth after speaking.
âSeven,â Vivienne responded, and YN blew out a deep breath.
âIâll try and be awake to say goodbye, but I donât know,â YN shook her head, âI donât know what time weâll be finished here and weâre not leaving until they get, I used to know done.â
Vivienne laughed, taking a bite of her burger, âYou canât say that youâre not getting your moneyâs worth.â
YN joined in with the laughter and shrugged, âThey know what theyâve signed up for, and I have no complaints about Pepper and Fiona â theyâre great. Itâs just the boys, theyâreâŚâ
YN sighs and shakes her head, and Vivienne finishes her sentence, âToo fucking full of themselves.â
âYes!â YN laughs again, running a hand over her face, âThey think theyâre the fucking shit and have decided that they can play my songs better than the way Iâve written them even though theyâre paid to play them the way I want.â
Vivienne shakes her head, âYou must have the patience of a saint to deal with that.â
âI do not, or they would still be here and not banished outside,â YN laughed.
âGod, I knew Pamela was lucky with her band but every time I meet yours it fucking solidifies it,â Vivienne shakes her, drinking from her milkshake.
YNâs mouth drops open, âWhere did you pull that from? Did you get me one?â
âOf course, I did,â Vivienne reached down to a bag that YN hadnât seen and pulled out another milkshake, a vanilla one that was YNâs favourite, âWhat kind of friend would I be if I didnât?â
âYou would be such a shit friend and the fact you got my favourite means youâre the best friend,â YN laughed, taking a sip of her milkshake, âGod, Iâm going to miss you.â
âIâm going to miss you too,â Vivienne beams at her friend, âBut itâll not be too long, and youâre seeing lover boy in a week and then youâre jetting for your singsong.â
âYeah,â YN sighs, running a hand over her face, âLook at us, eh? Busy, busy, busy.â
Vivienne furrowed her eyebrows at the girl, and YN had a slight inclination of what she was trying to say but YN couldnât bring herself to.
Last week all YN could speak about was how excited she was to see Harry, and a part of her still was. The only thing was, Harry had promised to phone her when he arrived, and she hadnât received a phone call. She phoned him the next day and he answered, but the conversation was cut short. He said that heâd phone when he had a spare minute, but she hadnât had a call. She had phoned him, but he hadnât picked up for a few days after. So far, there hadnât been any communication between the two and YN was sceptical.
There was a rational part of YNâs brain that knew that he wouldâve been busy and getting settled into the tour wasnât the easiest thing to do. Then, there was the other side of her brain that knew even on tour, there were a few minutes in the day that he couldâve called her, and they could have shared a few minutes of conversation. That was where YNâs scepticism came in.
âHeâll just be busy, babes,â Vivienne placed her hand on YNâs, squeezing her, âYou know how much he loves you.â
âI do,â YN nods, âAnd Iâm just stressed, and busy but heâs just busy too.â Â
At this point, YN didnât know if she was just trying to convince herself as much.
YN had just been to the bathroom and then beelined to the kitchen to grab herself a cup of coffee in the studio after another full day there with what felt like a lot and not a lot done at the same time. It had been a week since Vivienne had left for her tour, and it was t-minus 2 days until YN was leaving to go meet Harry on tour.
During this week, YN, and her band (mainly Jackson and Felix) finally managed to make some edgeways. It had taken two weeks of work for them to finally realise that YN wasnât going to back down from having her songs played properly so they might as well just do as she asks. YN knew that if she was a man, and it was a man trying to make them play their songs properly they would do it with no questions asked. She knew that she wasnât going to back down, and she was just slightly pissed that it had taken them two weeks to finally realise that.
With her mug of coffee clutched in her hand, she made her way back into the rehearsal room.
Once she saw the sight she was greeted by â YN sighed and dropped her head back.
There were a few rules that YN had made the first day that they had started rehearsals. They were mainly to keep the focus on the music, but it was also to protect her and protect all of the progress that she had made.
Walking into that room, her hot coffee in her hand and tiredness washing over her YN could have done with anything else but seeing Jackson and Felix, sat on the sofa doing a line off of one of their guitar cases. With the rules that YN put in place, and how small this place is it would have taken them two seconds to walk into another room or go outside to do it, but yet here they are âignoring everything that YN had said.
âJesus,â YN shakes her head, âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âWhat does it look like weâre doing?â Jackson responds, running his fingers against his nose, âStupid fucking question.â
âI know what youâre doing,â YN crosses her arms over her chest, still clutching her coffee cup in one hand, âMy question is why the hell are you doing it?â
âTo get fucking high,â Felix laughs, as though it is completely normal, âWhy? You want some?â
âNo, I donât fucking want any,â YN shakes her head, âThereâs one fucking rule in here and thatâs no drugs.â
âYeah, well, you werenât in the fucking room so why does it matter?â Jackson shrugs.
âIt matters because those are the rules,â YN scoffs and shakes her head, âIt takes two fucking seconds to leave the room and go somewhere else but you two are too fucking lazy and seem to just not want to listen.â
âItâs because you overdosed, right?â Felix was the one to speak up now, a shit-eating grin on his features, âI read your Stones article. Ended up in rehab, right?â
YNâs entire face dropped. She didnât know what to say, and she didnât know if she even wanted to say anything. There was no need for any of this when they were supposed to be working, but as YN had quickly realised from getting sober, what is said when on drugs has no rationale. What was being said was horrible, but they were high, and YN knew that it wasnât them necessarily who were saying it.
âUh, YN?â A voice called from over her shoulder.
YN turned to see Rebecca, the receptionist standing at the entrance of the door with a small smile, âYeah, Rebecca?â
âThereâs a phone call for you,â She smiles.
âThank you,â YN smiles and makes her way towards the door before stopping and turning back to the band, âJust donât fucking do it in here.â
YN places her coffee cup down and follows Rebecca to the phone, smiling in thanks as she shuts the door behind YN, leaving her alone in the room. YN sits down on the desk, picks the phone up and places it against her ear, saying hello to whoever is on the other side.
âHey baby,â YNâs body relaxes slightly, as she leans against the wall the desk is pressed against.
âHarry, hi,â Her face breaks out into a beaming smile just at the sound of his voice, âHow are you? How have you been?â
âIâm fine baby, just busy,â He sighs into the receiver, and YN can hear slight shuffling, but she just puts it behind her, âHow are you? How are the rehearsals going?â
âTheyâre ââ YN hesitates for a second before shaking her head, âIt just feels as though every time we take one step forward, weâre also taking about seven steps back.â
âIâm sorry about that baby,â Harryâs voice relaxes her, but also for some reason, it feels as though something isnât quite right, âBut hey, two days and all youâll have to think about is me.â
YN laughs, âHundreds of people screaming your name every night isnât enough, eh? You need me to be obsessed with you too.â
âWell, Iâm obsessed with you baby, so I hope youâd be the same,â Harry laughs over the receiver, âI canât wait to see you, Iâm sorry I havenât phoned that much.â
âI canât wait to see you either, Harry,â A small smile graces YNâs lips, âDonât worry about phoning, I know youâll have been busy, and I just canât wait to ââ
âHarry come on, or weâll start without you!â
YNâs eyebrows furrow and her head tilts slightly. The voice that interrupted her over the speaker wasnât one that she recognised. It was female, but it didnât sound like Sarah or any of the other female members of Harryâs band or the ones that heâs surrounded by.
âGive me a minute, Iâm on the phone to YN,â Harry responds to the voice, and it does ease YN slightly.
âWhoâs that?â YN asked after she heard the door shut on the other side.
âItâs just Mary,â Harry responds, âSheâs the lead singer of the opener.â
âHuh,â YN nods her head. She hadnât heard much about Harryâs opener, before or even after he had left for tour, âWhat are they going to start without you?â
âI donât know,â YN hears rustling, as though heâs running his hand over his face, âI think weâre playing some sort of card game, I donât knowâŚâ
âI donât want to keep you if theyâre waiting for you,â YN smiles, finger running along the edge of the table.
âNo, itâs fine baby they can start without me,â Heâs quick with his answer, but YN shakes her head.
âNo, you need to go and play, and win,â YN laughed, knowing exactly what Harry was like when it comes to games, âI need to get back to rehearsal anyway, and itâs only two days and then Iâll see you.â Â
âYou will, baby,â YN could hear Harry smiling on the other end of the phone, which made her smile in turn, âI miss you so much.â
âI miss you too,â YN chuckled, âNow go and play whatever it is, and win because we all know youâll be in a mood if you donât.â
âYou know me too well,â YN just sighed at Harryâs voice, obviously having his attention on something other than her. She knew what it was like she supposed, and how everything on tour heightened senses and the rest of the world just seemed to revolve around their little bubbles, âI love you, baby. Iâll see you in two days.â
âBye Harry,â The words slip out of YNâs mouth but just as she mutters, âI love you too,â The phone line stops.
YN sighs, putting the phone down and running a hand over her face. With another sigh, she stood up and made her way back into the studio. Pepper and Fiona had shown up at that point, and there wasnât a drug in sight in the room anymore. Whilst she might have preferred to be able to get this off her chest with Harry, she was happy that he sounded okay, and that he was just as excited as she was to see each other.
Just after YN walked into the room and picked her coffee back up, the boys walked in. They looked significantly more relaxed than they did before her phone conversation, and a part of YN was relieved by that. It meant that YN hoped that their high would last long enough for her to get through a few more songs before she could call it a night â and leave them to do whatever they wanted to do without her being around.
âShall we run it from the top?â YN asked, watching as for the first time in a long time they all fell into line.
YN would be lying if she said she didnât in relief at the sight. They would run through the songs; YN would go home, and she would be a step closer to Harry and have a relaxing week with him.
YN nodded at Fiona, watching as the girl tapped her drumsticks together to count them in. The music started, YN opened her mouth, and she sang and just like that â nothing else mattered in the world.
YN walked out of the Pittsburgh airport, sunglasses perched upon her nose and suitcase dragging behind her. The weather had just begun to warm up, as the seasons slipped between spring to summer, the sun was out in full force. It was as though it knew that YN was having a break, ready for her time with Harry and the sun became the one to greet her for that experience.
YNâs eyes bounced from left to right, looking through the taxi rank to see if she could spot Harry. She knew when her flight was getting in, and he said that heâd already planned to be there when she arrived.
Then, there he was.
Her face broke out into a smile, and she picked her bag up so that she could bounce over to him quicker. He was standing with his arms crossed, resting against a yellow taxicab with his sunglasses perched upon his nose. The second that YN stood before him; his face beamed a smile at her. He uncrossed his arms, and YN took that as her cue to drop her bag down onto the sidewalk beside them and threw her arms around his neck, Harryâs immediately resting in the small of her waist. It felt right, it felt safe â and it felt like home.
âHi, baby,â YN mumbled, immediately placing a litter of chaste kisses upon his lips, âIâve missed you.â
âMissed you too,â Harry smiled, accepting the flurry of kisses YN pressed against his lips, âYou ready?â
YN sighed with a blissful smile upon her lips, âMore than ready.â
She moved to pick up her bag, but Harry slipped his arm through hers and grabbed the bag for her. He set off towards the trunk of the cab. He nodded at the driver and bounced back to open the door for YN, âMy ladyâŚâ
YN giggled and nodded her head at Harry, and stepped into the car, âWhy thank you, kind sir.â
YN pushed herself across the back seat of the cab so that Harry could slip in behind her. He threw his arm around her shoulder, the girl slipping underneath with ease. It was as though their movements were in sync, as though they knew exactly how the other was most comfortable and where they wanted to be â as close to each other as possible. YN moved her hand so that it could link with Harryâs free one, and rest them on his thigh, squeezing it until his attention was back on her. She lifted her head in his direction, accepting another chaste kiss upon her lips, and another and a flurry of more until the two of them were in a fit of giggles in the back seat. YN wondered at what point the driver of the cab would realise who they were, and whether or not this would be a headline the next day, but she didnât care â she was in the arms of the man she loved.
âI think we should scrap the party tonight,â Harry mumbled against her lips, pulling away and resting his head upon hers, âI havenât seen you in too long, and I have no plans of sharing you tonight.â
YN shook her head, unable to control the laugh that escaped her lips. She slipped her head into the nape of his neck, placing a kiss there, âWhilst I donât hate that idea, we canât exactly not show up to a party that is being thrown for us.â
âI think thatâs exactly what we should do,â Harry nodded, his lips pouting ever so slightly, âYouâll have your time to catch up this week at some point â I need my time to catch up with you all on my own.â
YN rolled her eyes lightly, but a smile never left her face. She knew what Harry was doing, and she also knew that they would have plenty of time for that before the party started, so there was no need for them to miss it.
âWhilst there are things I canât wait to do,â YN mumbled against his neck, her teeth grazing the skin ever so slightly, âI canât wait to see Sarah and Mitch, and what was her name again? The singer in the opener?â
âItâs, uh, Mary,â Harry mumbled, and whilst YN heard the slight shift in his voice, she decided to ignore it, âYouâll get to meet her tomorrow, even if you donât tonight.â
âHarry,â YN warned, turning to face him with a slight raise of her eyebrow, âWeâre not missing it. Donât want to hear another word about it.â
The cab stopped outside the hotel after around half an hour of driving, and YN would be lying if she said that she wasnât thankful that she had finally stopped travelling and could rest. The drive hadnât been that long, but the flight included meant that it had been non-stop all day, and she was truly ready for said rest.
YNâs lips parted in shock when she walked into his hotel room, âJesus, Harry, is this a hotel room or a house?â
âOnly the best for you,â Harry gleamed a smile at YN as he placed her suitcase at the end of the bed, âIn all honesty, ticket sales were through the roof and the label only wanted me to have the best of the best.â
âGod,â YN sighed, dropping down on the bed that truly felt like a cloud, âI hope I get this treatment.â
Harry dropped down next to her, reaching his hand out to move her hair off her face, âYou will. I have no doubts about that.â
YN sighed, sitting up, âWell that makes one of us.â
Harryâs eyebrows furrowed from his place on the bed. He sat up and moved closer to YN so that he was directly behind her. He rested his head upon her shoulder, pressing a kiss to the skin there ever so gently.
âWhat do you mean?â
âNothing,â YN shook her head, running her hand across her forehead, âItâs nothing. I think Iâm just tired.â
âYou know you can tell me anything,â Harry mumbled, head still pressed against her neck, âWhateverâs worrying you.â
âItâs nothing, I promise,â YN nods, turning her head so that she can place a kiss on his lips, âIf it gets too bad, I promise Iâll tell you.â
His hands came to wrap around YNâs waist, pulling her towards him, âWeâve got time to rest before the party.â
YNâs head turned to look at Harry, âI thought you didnât want to go to the party.â
Harry sighed and offered her a smile, âI suppose it would be rude not to show up to our party, like you said.â
YN just chuckled, leaning forward to place her lips upon Harryâs. It was strange how quickly the two of them had just fallen back into the comfortable familiar space that they often found with each other. YNâs fingers found their rightful place in the nape of Harryâs neck, tugging on the curls that rested there. It was crazy how much she had missed this man whilst they had been apart, but she supposed that was what love is â always wanting to be around the person and missing him when heâs not around.
YN should have been surprised when their kisses were more from more than just a peck, but she wasnât. Their tongues began moving together in blissful harmony. There were other things that she missed as well as just Harry himself. It was a feeling that she couldnât find on her own, and she needed him to be with her for it.
YNâs body turned, and her hands slipped around Harry so that they ran up his back. She could feel the curl of Harryâs lips as he smiled against hers, âI thought you said you were tired.âÂ
âI am,â YNâs lips curled into a smile as well, âBut I can rest later.â
âThat you can.â
YN giggled as Harryâs hands moved down her body, gripping the lacey material of her tank top and pulling it over her body in one quick motion. She had forgone a bra that morning, mainly for comfort on the flight but she would be lying if she said there wasnât the thought of easy access for a situation such as this one. Harryâs eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight, as though he was a boy again and seeing his first pair of tits.Â
âYouâve seen them before,â YN giggled, watching as his eyes jumped from her chest to her eyes and then back down to her chest again.
Harry just beamed a smile at her, âAnd itâs like Christmas every time.â
He dropped his head down to her neck, placing kisses along the skin until it met her chest before they landed directly on the plush skin of her breast. His teeth grazed her nipple, tugging at the peak lightly to elicit a hiss from her lips. He knew exactly what buttons on her body to push, and whilst she sometimes hated it, she loved it at the same time.
âNo teasing,â YN spoke breathlessly once Harry had released her nipple, her hands resting against his cheeks to pull his head back up to him, âI donât have the energy for teasing.â
âAnother time,â Harry nodded, and YN breathed a sigh of relief when he obliged her request.
He pulled his shirt over his head in one quick motion. Whilst he was doing that, YN made a quick move to take her pants off, throwing them upon the pile of clothes that was collecting at the side of the bed. She watched as Harry pulled his trousers, and underwear off at the same time â those too landing upon the pile. He dropped back on the bed, resting against the headrest and allowing YN to climb over and straddle his waist.
âWanna ride you,â YN mumbled against Harryâs lips, âNeed to be close to you.â
âIâm here,â Harry nodded, âTake what you want.â
YN rested one of her hands on his shoulder, using it to steady herself as she lined herself up with his cock. His hands found their rightful place upon her waist, helping her to comfortably drop down onto his cock at whatever pace she needed to. YN moaned against Harryâs cheek as she accommodated his full size, feeling that comfort and fullness that she hadnât since Harry had left.
âSo full,â YN mumbled against his cheek, âFeels so good and deep.â
The pace that YN and Harry had decided upon was slow, but it was deep. The pleasure that it provided was too much for both of them. Harryâs hips bucked up to YNâs to match her pace, their lips meeting and never disconnecting from each otherâs apart to allow a moan to slip past.
âCan feel you squeezing me,â Harry mumbled into her lips, âGetting yourself off on my cock.â
âMissed this, missed you,â YN moaned, her lips parting as his hips bucked deeper in her.
Harryâs hand slipped down between their bodies, his thumb resting upon her clit and beginning to circle the little nub. YN gasped into Harryâs mouth once more, unable to hold back from the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling. It was everything together, moving all at once that caused her to tighten around Harryâs cock once more, her orgasm washing over her soon after. Harry followed not too closely behind, his grip on YNâs wait tightening as he did so.
âHow did I last so long without you?â Harry mumbled, his head falling onto her shoulder, âThink you should be with me, forever.â
YN just chuckled, using Harryâs shoulder to lift herself off of him. She whimpered slightly at the loss of contact, but Harry was there to stabilise her once she had done.
âIâm here now,â YN dropped down on the plush bed again with a smile. Harry leaned over to place a soft peck on his lips, moving her head to rest upon his shoulder, âGod, I do need that rest now.â
âWeâve got time,â Harry nodded, placing a kiss on YNâs hairline, âCan have a quick snooze now, if you fancy?â
YN nodded, snuggling into Harryâs body. It didnât take her long to fall asleep, dropping into dreamland ever so quickly just by knowing that Harry was there with her. Harry didnât move the entire time that she was asleep, knowing that she needed it more than he needed his arm. He would be lying if he said that he didnât drop off at some point, waking to the sound of YN fluttering around the room.
âThis is a nice wake-up call,â He beamed a smile at her from the bed, watching as she sat at the vanity with only a towel wrapped around her body.
YN just giggled, âYou slept right through my shower. Seems like I wasnât the only one who needed rest.â
Harry stood up from the bed, bare feet padding across the carpet until he was behind her, âHavenât slept the best this tour, seems like I needed you in my bed.â
YN huffed a laugh, âIn more ways than one, I presume. Now, shower. We canât be late.â
âWe can,â Harry nodded, head resting on her shoulder, âIf we have to go, we can at least be late.â
YN groaned and pushed Harry in the direction of the bathroom, âShower.â
Harry groaned once more but did as she said and stepped into the bathroom. YN took her time, doing her hair until it was sitting perfectly, and until her makeup looked flawless. The dress that she decided to wear hugged her body in all the right places, the sleeves stopping at her elbow where they extended into a bell shape. It was a light iridescent fabric, and once YN had placed her bangles on her wrists and her cowboy boots were on her feet she truly felt excited, and ready to party.
âGod,â Harry whistled as he walked out of the shower, his towel resting low on his waist, âAre you sure we have to go?â
âYes,â YN continues to fasten her earrings, âGet dressed.â
Harry dropped the towel, walking over to grab his clothes, âPositive?â
YN groaned, pushing past Harry, and opening the wardrobe to grab the clothes she wanted him to wear. She threw the jeans at him, as well as the vest and shirt that she loved ever so much. He just smiled at her, slipping his underwear on.
âYou look gorgeous,â Harry smiled, and YN couldnât help the flush that covered her cheeks.
âThank you,â She placed a chaste kiss on his lips, âI love you.â
âLove you too.â
By the time that YN and Harry had walked into the room where the party was being held, it was already in full swing. Harryâs arm was securely wrapped around YNâs waist, and hers around his. It didnât last very long though, as the second that YN saw Sarah in the distance her face was beaming out into a smile, and she was deserting Harry and making her way over there.
âOh itâs been too long,â YN smiled as she wrapped her arms around Sarah.
âItâs Harryâs fault,â Sarah sighed with a shake of her head, âHeâs kept you all to himself.â
YN rolled her eyes, âIt took some convincing to even come today, basically had to force him out of the room.â
Sarah laughed and pointed towards the drinks table, saying that she was going to get them a drink. YN sighed and nodded, saying that sheâd wait here. Her eyes danced around the room, obviously trying to find Harry. She found him standing in the corner of the room, a bottle of beer grasped tightly in his hand, talking to a blonde girl with a smile on his face.
Sarah returned with a bottle of cola in her hand for YN and a beer in her hand for herself. YN smiled at her, but her eyes returned to Harry and the girl across the room.
âThank you,â YN nodded, taking a sip, âWhoâs that Harryâs talking to?â
Sarahâs eyes followed the direction that YN was pointing in, âOh thatâs Mary, Harryâs probably told you about her.â
âHe has,â YN nodded, pointing her head back in Maryâs direction, âIntroduce me?â
Sarah widened her eyes but nodded, walking towards the pair. YN cleared her throat the second that they stood in front of them, interrupting whatever conversation they were having.
âMary, this is YN,â Sarah nodded.
YN smiled and wrapped her arm around Harryâs waist, âHarryâs girlfriend.â
âNo, itâs, uh, so nice to meet you!â The girl beamed, the British accent shocking YN slightly, âIâve heard so much about you.â
It was then that YN saw it. The constantly shaking hands, the blown pupils and the fidgeting with her nose were everything that YN needed to know.
âVivienneâs having a good time,â YN nodded as she walked back into Harryâs dressing room after finishing up her phone call with Vivienne, âI tried to ask about the tour, but it was Pamela this and Pamela that."
Harry nodded, opening his arm out to YN so that she could drop beneath it, âSheâs in love, leave her be.â
âI am, donât worry,â YN laughed, bringing her feet up so that she could curl up with him, âIâm sure I was just the same. It was probably always Harry this and Harry that.â
Harry just shook his head, pressing a kiss to her hairline. He was dressed and ready for the show, and Maryâs band was already on stage for their set so she knew that it wasnât going to be long before Harry would be whisked up onto stage.
âThe breakâs not too long away, right?â Harry asked, finger messing with the frill on YNâs shirt, âThen sheâs coming to see you, right?â
âYeah,â YN nodded, absentmindedly running her finger across the material of his trousers, âShe wonât tell me much, Iâll probably have to pry it out of her.â
Harry just laughed, âOr you could just wait for her to tell you herself?â
âWhereâs the fun in that?â YN grimaced with a shake of her head.
It was then that YN felt Harryâs fingers move from the frill of her shirt to the soft skin of her stomach. She could tell what kind of a mood he was in (despite what they had done that morning, soft and slow wrapped in the covers from the bed) and found it even more so when his fingers slipped beneath the material of her skirt.
âWe donât have time for that,â YN mumbled, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip as his teeth started to graze the nape of her neck.
It was no use though, for Harry already was slipping his hand underneath her body to pull her onto his lap. Once his lips were upon hers, it was as though nothing was going to stop them. She was drunk off him, and nothing was going to stop them.
His hands rested firmly upon her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh eliciting a moan from YNâs lips. YN sighed against Harry, rocking her hips towards his. She hadnât a single idea of how long they had been making out like a bunch of horny teenagers.
âHarry!â The door burst open, and Harry and YNâs lips disconnected to see who it was that interrupted them, "You should see it out there itâs⌠oh, sorry.â
âItâs okay,â YN offered the girl a smile, clambering off Harryâs lap, âDonât worry about it.â
âI forgot you were here if truth be told,â Mary spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It did cause YNâs eyebrows to furrow at the girl, âIâm just so used to walking in here.â
YN furrowed her eyebrows once more and turned to look at Harry, but he wasnât looking in her direction at all. YN watched as Mary walked into the room and dropped down on the sofa across from them. It was hot on stage, but the sweat that was dropping off her body was more than just the heat from the stage that was causing her to sweat in such a way.
YNâs suspicions were once again confirmed when the girl pulled a small bag out of the trouser pocket and tipped the contents onto the table in front of them. YNâs heart started to beat quickly, and she reached over to grab Harryâs hand.
âUh, Mary,â Harry spoke, leaning forward in his seat slightly, âDo you think, that, maybe you could do that somewhere else?â
Marry let out a laugh, but that dropped when she saw the serious expression on Harryâs face, âAre you being serious? Youâve never had an issue before.â
âI know, and now I do,â He shrugged, and then stood up, âThink itâs time for me to get out there.â
He leaned down to place a kiss on YNâs lips, âSmash it, I love you.â
âLove you too,â He walked towards the door, âYouâre coming to watch, yeah?â
âCourse I am, give me a second.â
YN waited until the door had shut behind him when she turned to Mary, who had just finished her line. Mary wiped her nose, turning to look at YN who was still facing her.
âDo you want some?â Mary asked and YN shook her head.
âNo, I donât,â YN sighed standing up, âAre you coming to watch Harry?â
âNever miss it,â Mary nodded, âIâll be there in a second!â
YN sighed and walked out of the room, moving towards the side of the stage. She smiled at Jeff who was already there, and watched as Harry did what he did best. Their shared love of music, and the way that it brought them and so many people closer together. Seeing him dance and sing his heart out and have all of those people singing along with him âcaused her heart to grow even more for the man on the stage.
âItâs insane that he can do what he does,â Mary spoke from the side of her, âHeâs just amazing.â
YN offered Mary a smile and nodded her head, ready to turn her attention back to Harry but then she saw Mary, and she saw the look that the girl was giving Harry as she moved on the stage. It was a familiar look, but YN couldnât quite place her finger on what it was that was familiar. Then when she turned to look at Harry she realised what it was.
It was the look that YN had given Harry every time that she had seen him on stage, the one that for herself manifested in her love for him. YN couldnât stop whatever feelings the other girl was manifesting for Harry, and she couldnât control what would happen, but she could love Harry as much as she could.
All she had to do was hope that was enough.
âHow come youâve got a private jet?â YN asked nudging Harry who was sitting in the seat next to her with her elbow, âI feel as though youâve got everything this time.â
âYouâre just jealous,â Harry responded, sliding down into the seat further, âYou just wish that youâd asked for a private jet.â
YN just huffed, settling further down in her own seat. Sarah and Mitch just laughed from their seats across from the couple, watching as Harry tried to wrap his arm around YN but she pulled away with a pout on her face.
âItâs not all itâs cracked up to be,â Sarah shook her head, âItâs small and cramped and you can hear everything that everyone is saying.â
That became ever so obvious when the four of them dropped silent, and everything that was being said at the front of the plane seemed to get louder. Â YN tipped her head down the centre aisle to see a few of the other members of the band, as well as the opening act. Although YN couldnât see exactly who was in the middle of the group, she had an incline that Mary would be one of those present.
âYeah, I see what you mean,â YN nods, grimacing slightly, âI think Iâd lose my head if I was stuck on a plane with just my band.â
âYouâd have Leroy, yeah?â Harry mumbles, dropping his head down onto YNâs shoulder.
âYes, I would have Leroy, but I donât think even heâd be the best company that Iâve ever had,â YN shrugs, moving her arm slightly so that Harry could get even more comfortable.
âHe seems alright from what Iâve seen,â Sarah shrugs.
YN groans, âHe is, heâs okay. Heâs just forty and I think heâs potentially going through a midlife crisis and that isnât exactly where Iâm at in my life.â
Sarah and Mitch both laugh at her words, and itâs at that point that they realise that Harryâs already fallen asleep. It hadnât taken him long. YN gently kicks her bag over to Sarah, asking if she can take a photo of the two of them. YN smiles as Sarah points the polaroid in her and Harryâs direction, the man already beginning to drool on her shoulder â but she didnât mind.
Sarah passed the printed photo to YN, smiling as she watched the girl shake the print a few times before smiling at the sight. YN was smiling in the photo, but it seemed as though Sarah had managed to capture YN as she had turned to look at Harryâs sleeping form. It was a beautiful photo, and it would be one that YN would cherish forever.
âCan I ask you both something?â YN asked after a minute or so, her eyes dropping to Harry just to ensure that the man was still asleep. It was then that YN realised that Mitch had also fallen asleep, and it was just her and Sarah left awake, âOr, can I ask you something, Sarah?â
âOf course, you can,â Sarah responded quickly, as if it was the easiest response in the world.
YN sighed, her eyes resting upon the photo that she had left face-up on the table in front of them, âHow is he? Genuinely.â
âHarry?â Sarah asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as YN nodded, âHe seems fine to me.â
YN nodded, âItâs just⌠I mean, we didnât talk much before I came out and it just feels⌠possibly, as though heâs hiding something.â
Sarah shook her head, âI highly doubt it, YN. That boy canât keep secrets for shit. When he first started seeing you, Mitch and I could tell that something was off with him, but he kept denying it and denying it until he said that someone was joining us in the studio the next day.â
âAnd it was me,â YN smiled, remembering that day.
She had been nervous when Harry had asked her to come into the studio with him. She knew the band and had already met them many times before (being on tour with them and everything) but, seeing as though she left that tour in a less than desirable way she was nervous to see them all again. The nerves also came being in the studio with them, and whilst yes she performed in front of them every night â being in a studio with them was a completely different experience. It was way more raw, and exposed and vulnerable.
But, despite all of YNâs worries and her concerns none of it mattered. None of it mattered because the second that she walked into that studio; they all accepted her with open arms. It was as though none of them judged her or thought less of her due to what happened and instead, they all just cared about her well-being, and also any of the ideas that she may have.
âI wouldnât worry, YN,â Sarah shook her head, âI think you would know if you had anything to worry about.â
YN had hoped that would ease her mind.
There was a part of her that knew that from Harryâs side, she had nothing to worry about. She knew that he was in love with her, and she was with him and there was no reason for her to dispute that ever. The thing that worried YN was that she knew that Mary harnessed some of those feelings for Harry, and she had no reason not to act on them. Whilst to some people, being in a relationship would be reason enough not to try something with a person âunfortunately, YN knew better when it came to some musicians.
At the same time though, she could be worrying herself for no reason and she had no reason to judge Mary at this point as she didnât know the girl. But there was something in the back of her mind nagging her that she should trust her gut and trust her instincts.
She just hoped that her instincts were wrong.
The second that YN stepped into her and Harryâs hotel room, she made a beeline for the shower. Harry trailed behind her, but they didnât say a word to each other. Her conversation with Sarah and her doubts were spiralling around her head.
With a sigh, YN reached into the shower to turn the water on, taking a second or so to allow the water to warm up before she stripped and stepped inside. It always felt night to wash travel off of her body, and that was no different now that she was in a private jet instead of just a normal plane. The shower allowed for YN to wash the flight off of her, but also allowed her body to relax from all of the thoughts that had been circling in her brain.
She had just begun to shampoo her hair when the door opened, revealing Harryâs body ready to get into the shower with her.
âCan I join you?â He asked, a soft expression on his face rather than what she expected it to have.
YN nodded her head, âHelp me shampoo?â
Harry smiled but nodded, stepping into the shower, and closing the door behind him. He wasted no time in slipping his hands through her already soapy hair and began to massage her scalp, just as she had been doing but it felt so much better when he was doing it.
The fact that Harry was so close to her, and yet she felt as though there were things that they both were hiding from each other. It was difficult, and her brain was struggling to handle that fact. The last time she felt like this, she would turn to drugs, alcohol, or anything just to numb the feelings that she was having. And yet, she couldnât do that now. She wouldnât do that now.
Instead, as Harry continued to run his fingers through her hair the only way that she could express what she was feeling was by crying. It started as one tear slipping down her cheek until multiple were and then her shoulders started to shake. Harryâs hands stopped running through her hair, and that was when she knew that he had noticed her crying.
âHey, hey, hey,â Harryâs hands grasped her shoulders, turning her around so that she was facing him. The water began to run over her head, and she closed her eyes so that none of the shampoo would go into her eyes. The crying didnât necessarily help with that, âWhat is it?â
âNothing,â YN shook her head, but she couldnât stop the crying either, âI donât know, Iâm fine I think.â
âWell, youâre not,â Harry pointed out with a small smile on his face, his thumb coming to rest on the soft skin of her cheek, âBut you donât have to tell me if you donât want to. Just tell me how I can help.â
That only made YN cry more. The fact that Harry was so understanding of her, and seemed to know exactly what she needed even when she didnât even know herself.
âItâs nothing, I swear,â YN pouted slightly, âI think Iâm just sad that Iâm leaving in a few days.â
âYN,â Harry shook his head, moving closer to her to wrap his arms around her body. YN slipped hers around his waist, pushing her body as close as she could to his.
If she didnât feel comfortable enough at this moment to say how she truly felt, she knew that she could say something else. It wasnât a lie either, because there was a nagging in her head that worried about how both of them would respond to being apart again. She hadnât even thought about her tour the entire time that she had been here, and that thought was slowly creeping up to the forefront of her mind as well.
âIâm sorry,â She shook her head, âI donât know, I think Iâm maybe just nervous about my tour and leaving you.â
âDonât apologise,â Harry shook his head, placing a kiss to her forehead, âI feel the same way.â
YNâs heart broke at the fact that Harry was feeling this way too. She supposed that he didnât have the same feelings regarding Mary that she did, but that didnât matter. She was struggling with the idea of leaving him with no control over the situation, and also toying with the stress of being without him.
It was a struggle that neither both of them would have to do alone though, and that was the bliss of it she supposed.
âHey, weâll call at every opportunity,â Harry nods, dipping his head so that he caught her eye-line, âI promise Iâll be better.â
âYouâre perfect,â YN shook her head, âAs long as we do this together, weâll be fine.â
Harry dipped his head down once more to place his lips onto hers, and she accepted the kiss with no hesitation. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, a small smile crossing her face as she did.
âI have an idea,â Harry spoke, his head resting upon hers, âBut I donât know how youâll feel about it.â
âWhat is it?â YN lifted her head up, the water still cascading over her shoulders.
âI want you to come on stage tonight,â He spoke, looking down at her with nothing but adoration in his eyes, âI want to sing Cherry, with you â just us.â
YN began to cry again, but it wasnât due to any sadness, but it was just the overwhelming amount of love that she felt for the man in her arms.
âIâd love nothing more.â
âWeâre starting in Nevada,â YN spoke, her fingernail tapping against the glass of water she had in her hand as she spoke to Jeff, âThen itâs three months, I think, maybe four and then weâre finishing in L.A. Troubadour actually.â
âGod, thatâs amazing YN,â Jeff shook his head, a proud and truly glad expression on his face, âLet me know the date and Iâll see if Harryâs free.â
YNâs face broke out into a smile, âIâll get Leroy to send the details over, Iâd love to have him come out.â
âIâm sure heâd love it too.â
Harry and YN had already spoken about whether or not he was going to join her for her last show, and seeing as though his tour would be long done and heâd be back at home in L.A, it made sense. There was the panic that came over YNâs body at Harryâs request of flying his mother out so she could meet YN and see them perform. YN had never been in a relationship such as this one before, one that felt as though it was going to last and to the point where meeting parents was actually on the cards. But, she wasnât going to say that to Harry when he had been so excited over the prospect.
âSpeaking of Harry,â Jeff sighed, checking his watch, âHe should be here. Mary finished five minutes or so ago.â
âOh,â YN looked around the room and saw Sarah and Mitch and other members of the band but no Harry, âHeâs probably in his dressing room, Iâll go get him.â
YN placed her glass down on the table and walked out of the room. Harryâs dressing room was just down the hall, and she had been in there with him earlier but she could tell that he needed a moment so she decided the best thing to do was make herself scarce. It didnât upset her that he needed his space, God knows sheâs the same before she performs but it was strange that he wasnât with the rest of the band when they were supposed to be going on stage soon.
Not thinking that anything would be amis, YN opened the door and walked into the room and then her heart dropped.
Harry was sitting on the sofa, with Mary straddled across his lap and their faces pressed together. YN must have gasped, because both of them turned to her. Harry immediately threw Mary off his lap, but it seemed that all three of them were frozen in shock.
YNâs eyes started to glass over, âJeff is, uh, looking for you.â
Without another word YN turned and walked out of the room, ignoring Harryâs calls of her name from behind her. She walked towards the green room but before she could step inside, Sarah threw the door open.
âOh,â Sarah jumped slightly at YN being stood outside the door, âAre you okay?â
The girlâs expression dropped at the shocked look on YNâs, âIâm fine. Is it time?â
âYeah, weâre just ready to go,â Sarahâs attention was taking by Harry and Mary walking towards them from behind YN, and even though she wanted nothing more than to turn and walk away from this entire thing, she had made a promise to perform with them, and it would look strange if she didnât uphold that promise.
It was also a good way of ensuring that YN didnât do something that she would regret in the future.
âLetâs get this show on the road then,â YN nodded and turned and walked away from the group without another word.
When Harry began performing, it was obvious that something was amiss. He wasnât his usual chatty self, and there were few times that YN thought that he was going to cry. YN tried with everything in her might not to cry, because she wasnât going to give Mary (who was standing just a few feet away from her) that satisfaction. The girl, even though she might have been involved in one of the worst things that had ever happened to YN seemed to have not a single feeling about the situation. But YN also knew that when someone was using heavy drugs, just as Mary was emotions and reality didnât exactly work the same as a normal person would.
That angered YN more than she expected it to.
She hadnât even realised how much time had passed until a microphone was being thrust into her hand, and she realised that Harry was speaking to the crowd.
âNow,â He held his hands out to quieten the crowd as much he could, âI have a very special guest coming out tonight to sing this next song with me. Sheâs⌠sheâs my world, sheâs my everything and I love her so much. So, can you all make some noise for YN YLN!â
Exhaling a breath, YN walked out onto the stage. It was crazy to her that the second she found herself on stage and she heard the crowd chanting her name â all of her worries seemed to ease ever so slightly.
The music started, and she turned to look at Harry, but he was staring straight ahead as though he was trying everything in his power not to look at her. It broke YNâs heart.
âDonât you call him baby/ weâre not talking lately/ donât you call him what you used to call me,â Harry started to sing, and even though YN tried not to she couldnât help but be captivated by him, âI, I confess I can tell that you are your best/ Iâm selfish so Iâm hating it,â
YN lifted her microphone up to her lips, trying to compose herself before she started singing , âIâve noticed that thereâs a piece of me in how you dress/ I take it as a compliment,â YN took a breath, âDonât you call me baby/ Weâre not talking lately/ He doesnât call me what you used to call me.â
Once she had finished singing, she turned to look at Harry who was this time staring right at her. He had angled his body in her direction, and she did the same for him. Now, it didnât matter how many other people were on stage with them, or how many people were in the audience listening to them. It was as though they were the only two people on the stage.
And it broke YNâs heart.
âI, I just miss/ I just miss your accent and your friends/ Do you know I still talk to them?â YN closed her eyes, listening to Harry and everything that he was singing at her. His voice broke, but he managed to recover quicker than YN would have been able to.
âYou know he takes me walking round his parentsâ gallery,â YN could feel the tears starting to collect in her eyes, and she saw that the same were collecting in Harryâs.
âDonât you call him [me] baby/ Weâre not talking lately,â Everything that was wanting to be said between the two of them was being spoken to each other just by the looks in their eyes. The hurt, the betrayal, the regret. To an outsider, this must have been the oddest experience and yet one that spoke the loudest words.
 âDonât you call him what you used to call me.,â The two of them finish at the same time and there was silence, âHe doesnât call me what you used to call me.â
Once the crowd broke out into cheers they both knew â it was over.
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Summary:Â The one where Harry is your sister's ex-boyfriend and you finally get to see him again after 5 years.
Word Count: 11.4k
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, age gap (6 years), sir kink, choking, use of a toy, exhibitionism if you squint!
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."
Your eyes widen as you look up toward the man making his way into the diner. You'd recognize him anywhere. The dark curly hair. The tattoos that bleed through the fabric of his light shirt. The rings on his fingers.
Just like that, years' worth of memories come flooding back to you all at once.
"Harry," you shriek, sliding off the stool before practically flinging yourself into his arms.Â
He smells exactly the same. Like teakwood and spearmint. A rather odd mix, yet subtle enough to remind you of home.
Of him.
His chest vibrates with a deep laugh as his arms wrap around your frame to keep you against him, prolonging the hug a minute or two longer than socially acceptable.Â
And when you finally lean back to see him, your cheeks begin to warm.
It's been...four years? Five? Since you last saw him? Just days before he and your sister broke up, effectively removing him from your life for good.
It had been a hard time. You wanted to be there for your sister. To comfort her through the grief of losing such a long and meaningful relationship.Â
But you wanted to be there for him, too. After all, he was one of your best friends, age difference or not. He had always been the comforting, influential figure in your life that you relied on. That you counted on to get through different hardships in your life.
He had picked you up after your first day at your new job. Had held you in his arms as you cried over your first break-up. He had even listened to you talk about the boy you had fallen in love with.
Losing him felt like losing a part of yourself.
And now, five years later...that part of you has come home.
"Hi, Dot," he beams, reaching out to take hold of your chin and squeeze. "Shit, look at you. When did this happen?"
His eyes rake over your figure and you feel your skin grown hot under his appreciative gaze. "Stop, it hasn't been that long."
"The last time I saw you, I was helping you move into your new apartment across town,â he recalls, arms crossing in thought. "And now...now what? Youâre still at your job, I assume?"
"I am. I just got a promotion, actually. Iâm an assistant editor now.â
His eyes seem to light up, that soft green sending chills up the back of your neck as you glance down at your feet. "Dot...that's amazing. I'm so proud of you."
You wave the compliment away. "Thanks."
"Really," he insists before following you back to the counter where you'd previously been sitting. "I know how badly you wanted to pursue a career in publishing, and this...this is really amazing. Do you like it?"
"I do," you tell him as you settle back onto your stool. "Yeah, it's really nice. The people are great, the work is fun. Plus, the promotion came with a raise."
"That's amazing," he sighs, head shaking like he can't believe it. "Really, that's so...I honestly can't believe it. I can't believe itâs been so long. Youâre soâŚadult now.â
You snort to yourself as you twirl your straw around your milkshake. "Yeah, I know. Though Iâm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.â
"You should." He smiles, and it's big and beautiful. "Youâve always been grown up. Even before, you were mature for your age.â
âWellâŚyeah. I was twenty-three. That does make me an adult.â
âAnd now youâre twenty-eight.â He shakes his head again. âI canât fucking believe it.â
You glance down at the rim of your glass. Heâs right, it almost doesnât seem possible. It feels like only last week that you were following him and your sister around town, begging to be included. Traipsing after them to bars, the mini golf course, and to any and all dates. Even though you knew your sister couldnât stand it.
But Harry was nice and always inclusive. After all, he was your friend before he was your sisterâs boyfriend. And he was determined to make sure that didnât change, no matter how many times Atta rolled her eyes.
"I don't know how you put up with me," you finally admit. "God, I was so annoying. Atta used to get so mad at me for never leaving you alone."
He shrugs one shoulder up. "You weren't annoying to me. I liked it. I mean, I liked that you still felt so...safe? Around me? I guess?"
"Yeah, I did.â You smile. âHonestly, I think you were my best friend.â
He laughs as he looks back over. "I better have been.â
âYeah?â
âYeah. Cause you were mine.â
"Good."
He smirks. "Remember how you used to fall asleep on my shoulder every time we watched a movie?â
"That's right," you groan, burying your face into the palm of your hand. "See? Annoying."
"Not annoying. Cute."
"It was not cute, it was annoying. And you know she hated it.â
âI donât care. She fell asleep on my shoulder, too. It was nice.â
You snort. âIt was weird, letâs face it. But I swear I've outgrown such habits."
He seems to hesitate for only a moment, eyes flicking between yours. "Too bad."
A beat.
You feel your stomach flip as you look away, breaking you both free of the tension. "So...what, um...what brings you to town? I was a little surprised to hear from you."
He takes the cup of coffee the waitress had poured him and slides it closer. "Oh, yeah, I'm...I'm here on business. And I remembered you lived here, so...I thought Iâd reach out.â
"I see."
"Yeah.â He hesitates again. "And...I missed you."
You canât fight the flutter in your chest. "I missed you, too, Har."
The conversation lulls as the busy diner continues to bustle around you. And despite how glad you are to see him, something feels...off. Different.
You aren't sure what. Can't quite put your finger on it. It almost feels like it used to, but something has changed. He looks like your Harry. He sounds like your Harry. He feels like your Harry. And yet, he feels like a stranger.
Maybe it's because it's been so long since you've seen him. Maybe it's because you aren't twenty-three anymore. Or maybe itâs because now heâs no longer Harry, your sisterâs boyfriend.
Now heâs justâŚHarry. Your old friend.
When you notice the way heâs staring, your eyes narrow. âWhat?â
"Nothing." He shrugs again before chuckling under his breath. "No, nothing. Sorry, I just...I don't know. It's just...so strange to see you again. Like this."
"Like...this?"
"Yeah. Just us. Alone. No Atta.â
âAh.â You swallow. âRight.â
âItâs notâŚweird, is it? I mean, it is weird but itâs notâŚuncomfortable, right?â
âNo,â you rush to assure him. âNo, I wanted to meet you. What happened with you two has nothing to do with me.â
He glances down at his lap. âRight.â
Thereâs an edge to the memory that wasnât there before, yet despite your curiosity, you bite your tongue.
âWhat about you?â you say instead. âWhat have you been up to in the last five years?â
He smirks. âOh, not much.â
âUh-huh. You think Iâve grown up, youâre basically an old man now.â
âYeah, yeah, all right. Iâm only 34.â
âThatâs still six years older than me, which makes you old.â
âThanks.â
âIâm serious. You're not that idiot on a motorcycle anymore. Now you say things like, 'I'm in town on business,â and you wear expensive suits, and ridiculous watches."
He glances down at the aforementioned object on his wrist. "In my defense, this was a gift.â
âSure.âÂ
âIt was,â he insists. His eyes flick over your face. âLook, I would have reached out sooner, butâŚafter we broke up, I figured you wouldnât want me to. I mean, you had just started your new job, and I knew it wouldnât be fair to ask you to be a side, soâŚâ
âThere were no sides,â you argue softly. âYou both justâŚgrew apart. You wanted different things.â
âYeah,â he agrees with a sigh. âBut I know it hurt her. It hurt me, too. And it was weird having to say goodbye to all of you. And leave all those memories behind. You were both such a huge part of my life."
"Yeah," you whisper. "You were a huge part of mine, too."
"Does Atta know you're meeting me?"
"No. Didn't really think it was any of her business. This is about us, not her."
His brow raises. "Would she be mad if she did?"
"I don't know,â you admit. âProbably not, but...would it really matter?"
"Of course it would. I'd never want to get in the way of your relationship."
"You aren't," you insist. "Look, she's dating somebody anyway. And I'm sure you are, too. You've both moved on. We're just...old friends catching up, and she'd have to understand that."
He seems to consider this before saying, "Yeah. I'm not, though."
"You're not...what?"
"Seeing anybody," he clarifies, tongue coming out to swipe across his bottom lip. "Haven't really dated anybody since she and I broke up."
"Oh, Harry," you murmur. "I'm...I'm sorryâ"
"No. No, don't be," he insists. "It wasn't...I've just been busy. Working at the firm and renovating my house. I've gone on some dates but nothing serious. I just...haven't met the right person, I guess."
"The right person, huh?" you muse teasingly as you take a sip of your drink. "Okay, and what does Harry Styles' right person look like?"
He exhales an amused chuckle. "God, I don't know. I don't really think I'm that picky. Just...anybody I can get along with, I suppose."
"That's it? No, 'They need a fat ass and the ability to make me a sandwich?'"
He grins so big, the corners of his eyes crinkle. "For fuck's sake. No, nothing like that. Look, I don't know. Call me old fashioned, but...I think sometimes you meet somebody, and you can just...tell. You know? There's this energy, this shift. You look at them...and it all just makes sense.â
And as he looks you, waiting for you to consider thisâŚthe air shifts.
"Yeah," you agree quietly, allowing your attention to fall down his features and land on his lips. "Yeah, that's...you're right."
He seems to notice the way your focus has wandered because he quickly clears his throat and looks back down at his mug. "What, um...what about you? I'm assuming you're seeing somebody."
You look away as well, willing yourself to calm. "Oh? And why do you assume that?"
"Come on," he nearly snorts, eyebrow cocking. "Look at you. You're beautiful and you're smart and you have this effortless ability to make anyone around you feel good. Who wouldn't want to date you?"
"Well...pretty much every male in the city," you retort. "I don't know. I've tried dating but...there's always something missing. It never really feels quite right."
"Yeah. I know what you mean," he hums. "There's this...disconnect. Like you're forcing something that you know isn't right."
"Exactly! It's not that I don't want to find somebody, I just...haven't. It's not as easy as it is with you."
His head tilts. "With me?"
"Yeah, you know," you sigh, hands waving about the air as you try to explain your point. "I haven't seen you in five years but we still, just...picked right back up, you know? As if no time had passed. We're still just us. We can talk, and we can laugh, and we don't have to force anything."
He nods. "Right."
"I mean, honestly? Sometimes I think it would be easier to date somebody I already know. The problem is that all the guys I know are assholes. And too immature, I guess. They've got no sense of purpose, no drive. And itâs not like I need to be taken care of, butâŚitâd be nice to know they could. You know?â
"Yeah. You need someone with a good head on their shoulders."
"Exactly. I need someone who feels more like an equal than this thing I need to take care. I want to date a man, not a Tamagotchi."
He laughs again and the sound brings the butterflies back to your stomach. You feel proud to have amused him. And even more proud of the way he casually places a hand on your arm as he takes a deep breath.Â
When he lets go, you look down at the spot on your skin as if you can still see outline of his fingers.Â
"You'll find somebody," he tells you, and you do your best to ignore the sparks dancing up the back of your neck. "You will. And they'll be perfect for you. Old enough to know better and wise enough to do it right."
You place your palm over the spot he once touched, squeezing it gently. "Yeah. Hey, and you, too. Anybody would be lucky to have you."
His eyes linger on yours. "Yeah?"
You smile. "Yeah."
The next few minutes are devoted to sharing stories about your families. He asks how your parents are, you ask about his. He tells you about his job and you tell him about your roommate. You recall every detail of the past five years, and once you've finally caught up to today, he pays for your drinks, and offers to walk you home.
You make your way along the busy streets of the city as Harry tells you that he's thinking about getting a cat. You laugh and tell him that he'd make a wonderful cat dad, and he seems to flush.
You wonder why.
Fifteen minutes later, you're walking up the steps to your building, already apologizing for the messy state of your apartment before he's even stepped foot inside.
He snorts the implication away, assuring you that no matter what, it can't be worse than how Atta used to keep her place.
And the mention of your sister breeds an odd feeling in your chest. Unease, and this strange tinge of jealousy. Like you're almost peeved at him for bringing her up. For reminding you that he's seen the inside of her room before.
But you shake it away as you push the door open, refusing to linger on the thought.
"Well...this is it," you declare, stepping aside to let him enter. "Probably looks smaller than you remember, butâŚit does the trick.â
He takes a moment to glance over your knickknacks and decor before he grins. âI love it.âÂ
"Really?"
"Yeah." He shoves his hands into his expensive coat pockets and nods. "Yeah, really. It feels...fitting."
"What do you mean?"
"I donât know. It just feels like you.â
Your teeth gnaw on the inside of your cheek as you walk to the kitchen. "Well...thanks. I think."
You offer him a glass of water, to which he declines, before you join him back by the door. You're not sure that youâre quite ready to say goodbye, but you know he can't stay forever.
You wonder if you actually want him to.
You wonder if it would be so bad if you did.
"This wasâŚreally nice," he says as he takes a half-step through the doorframe. "Really, Dot. I'm proud of you. And everything youâve done. And I'm really glad that I can still call you my friend after everything."
Your heart starts to pound a little harder inside your chest. "Yeah, me too. I really missed you, Har. I hope we can catch up again soon."
The side of his mouth curls up as his eyes soften. "I'd like that."
With that, he moves into the hall, and you close the door behind him.
The feeling that follows is...strange. Overwhelming. Like something is wrong. Like something has just been ripped away from you.Â
Like something is missing.
You feel on edge. Off-balance. Confused and unsure and you have no idea why. Thereâs a pain in your stomach that wasnât there before and a hollowness in your heart that didnât exist before you saw him.
Suddenly, there's a sharp knock on your door. "Dot?"
He's back.
Confused and slightly excited, you swing it back open to find him braced against your frame. Heâs quiet as he studies you, brows woven together in what appears to be deep thought before he strides back inside your apartment and begins to pace your floor.
"Okay," he begins. Strained. "Okay, tell me...tell me this isn't just me. Tell me this isn't just in my head."
You shut the door. "What do you mean?â
He looks at you before frantically gesturing between your two bodies. "This. This thing weâve been doing all afternoon. Tell me it's not just me. Tell me you feel it.â
And you're almost certain you know what he means, but the implication of it scares the shit out of you.
So, you simply tilt your head. "Har...feel what? I don't know what you're talking aboutâ"
"Us.â He stares at you. âUs, there's something...there's something different here. Something that wasn't here before."
"Like...?"
"Like...like the way you look at me," he says, eyes on yours as you feel your heart begin to race. "You never used to look at me that way."
Your lashes flutter, and suddenly, you feel acutely aware of the way you've begun to gawk at him. Have you been looking at him differently?
"And the way you speak to me," he continues. "Talking about needing someone to take care of you. Someone older. Someone...more mature."
You swallow.
He takes a step closer. "And all day, you've just...youâve found a way to brush your hand against mine. Or your arm. And you laugh at everything I say, even when it isn't funny. And I know you. I know this can't be what I think it is, but...you gotta tell me I'm not going crazy. You have to tell me it's not just...me."
And you realize now that you have an easy way out. You could brush off the accusation and tell him that it is just in his head. That he's your sister's ex-boyfriend, and he's your friend, and that you would never make a pass at him.
But then you say, "âŚwhat if it wasn't just you?"
He goes still, lips parting as he leans back. Almost as if struggling to understand what you've just said.
Truth be told, you're struggling to understand it yourself. You hadn't realized just how differently you'd been acting toward him. Or that youâd begun to wonder what would happen if he was your Harry instead of hers.
Because heâs not hers anymore. Heâs just a man. A very attractive man. With a job, and a house, and enough emotional maturity not to make a fart joke every three minutes.
And it's not your fault that you're starting to see him in a different light. It's been years. Five whole years since you've spoken to him and you're both adults now. Completely different people, and would it really be the worst thing if you wondered what could have been?
"DotâŚ" he begins slowly, clearly wrestling with what he wants to say, "âŚyou don'tâŚI don't think you really know what you're doing."
You take a step as well, challenging him. "What am I doing?"
"You're...you'reâ" His fingers find the bridge of his nose as he squeezes. Hard. "Fuck, Dot. Don'tâŚdon't do thisâ"
"Do what? Flirt with you?"
His palms fly to his ears with a wince. "Stop. No, you didn't...you didn't say that. You're not flirting with me. You're not flirting with meâ"
"What if I am?" you retort, following after him with a surge of confidence you didnât realize you had. "Why would that be so wrong?"
"Because,â he scoffs, shooting a stern look your way. "Youâre Attaâs little sister. And weâre friends. And youâre basically a childâ"
"I'm not a child," you remind him. "I'm twenty-eight. I've been making capable decisions for quite some time nowâ"
"But not this," he hisses, the muscles in his neck straining. "NotâŚshit. You can't do this. You can'tââ
"Why not? You said it yourself, there's something different hereâ"
"But not thisâ"
"Why not?"
"BecauseâŚyou're you," he huffs. "You're...you're my best friend, and my exâs little sister, and IâmâŚIâm just this big, bad man come to ruin you.â
And somehow, the idea goes straight to your cunt.
"You're not ruining me, Harry," you say, even though you wish he would. "Weâre adults. Old friends catching up and realizing that maybe things can be different now."
He takes in a breath. "But they can't be. They can't be differentâ"
"Whyâ"
"Because it's not rightâ"
"What's not right? What?" you argue. "Is it just the age difference? Is it Atta? Is it that you aren't attracted to me, because I know you were flirting with me, tooâ"
His entire face twists into a grimace as he inhales sharply and presses his hands back over his ears. "God. Don't say thatâ"
"You were," you insist. "Like it or not, I'm not the little girl you used to know. All right, and there's...there's nothing wrong with us testing the watersâ"
He steels himself, arms dropping back to his sides. "We can't."
"Why?" you repeat for what feels like the hundredth time. "Why can't we? Huh? We're not breaking any rules. We're not doing anything illegal. I don't see what's so wrong with just tryingâ"
"I'd ruin you," he says again, with so much conviction that it makes your stomach drop. "I would ruin any chance you had at a normal relationshipâa normal life. All right, being with me...it would complicate everything. And I'd never do that to youâ"
"I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm just asking you to tryâ"
"Try what?"
"Try seeing." You take another step, making sure you have his full attention. "JustâŚtry seeing if what we think is here is actually here. If maybe we were meant to find each other again after all this time. If this is where it all finally makes sense."
He considers this for a moment. Considers you. And you aren't sure when you suddenly became so enamored by the thought of Harry, but youâre here now. And heâs here. And thereâs a shift.
And it feels right.
Then, his head begins to shake. "No. No, I know better. I have to know better. I have to do better than this. I can't...God, I can't believe I'm even...no. No, you mean too much to me for me to ruin this."
You feel your chest deflate as your lips press into a thin line. And you stare at him. You stare and you see the indecision and anguish on his face. You see the way he wrestles with the idea you've given him. The way he wrestles with himself.
The way he wrestles with you.
You don't want to push him. Because you know this is something you can never take back. And maybe there's just too much adrenaline in your veins right now. Maybe you aren't thinking straight, and once he leaves and the moment passes, youâll wonder what you were so worked up about anyway.
But right now, all you feel is disappointment.
"Fine," you whisper, and his eyes soften. "No, fine. You're right. You're right, this is...I never should have said anything. I wasâŚconfused. I was just happy to see you again and I thought it was something else, butâŚyou're right. It's nothing. And I don't wanna be your mid-life crisis. I just want us to be friends again.â
Your tiny apartment falls silent as you both settle onto this conclusion. As you let your heartbreak dangle in the air.
Then, his fingers between to flex and his teeth begin to grit, and watch in real time as he starts to change his mind.
Then, he murmurs, âOh, fuck it.â
Next thing you know, he's closing the gap between you, taking hold of your face and kissing you hard.
You donât have time to process it. Donât even care to process it. But you donât care. Because everything makes sense now.
So, you feel him. Surrender to him. Indulge in the dominate pull of his hands on your jaw as he takes a taste of you on his tongue. As he presses his hips so hard into yours that you feel your knees go weak.
You make a noise in your throat as he goes deeper, and he growls. Like he's fighting himself. Fighting the urge to take as he begins roughly walking you back until youâre slammed against the wall.
He knows exactly what he's doing in a way that younger men never have. He makes you feel both taken care of and somehow, still completely helpless. You don't have to think about anything with him because he does everything.Â
He presses his strong, tall frame into yours until he practically disappears into you. His large hand grips onto the back of your neck as you whimper, taking control of the momentâof youâuntil the only thought left in your head is just more.
And you don't doubt that he'd give you more if you asked, but before you can, he pulls back, and puts the moment on pause.
You feel breathless. Dejected. Wilting in his hold as he meets your eye and looks for your reaction.
But he wonât find it. And you bite back a whine as you wait for him to come back.
He sweeps his thumbs along your cheek before sighing to himself. "Dot..."
You feel your stomach turn at the nickname. At the way it comes out raspy and desperate. "Donât say it."
But he does, anyway. "We shouldn't do this."
"I know," you murmur, fingers disappearing into his hair while he seems to nestle into your touch. "I know, but I want to. I want to, Har. SoâŚplease donât make me lose you again.â
Another beat passes before he groans and presses his forehead to yours. âGod,â he nearly growls, and the sound makes your thighs squeeze together. âDotââ
"I won't tell," you promise while his jaw clenches. "I won't, I swear. I'll be your secret."
Just like that, the hand he placed on your thigh tightens. Squeezing until you're squirming beneath him. Heâs losing his conviction and youâre losing your patience.
"This is wrong," he mumbles. "S'wrong, Dot. I can't do this to you. Can't do this with you...I can't...I know better. I have to do better.â
You tug on his hair as you straighten up, whining beneath a strained breath. "I donât want you to do better. I want you to do me.â
He exhales deeply with this, nose running down the side of your face as his lips travel to your neck. He seems to take refuge there, subtly pressing kisses to your throat as he thinks. "I want to," he tells you softly. "You have no idea how badly I want to. How badly I want to do everything for you. Show you how a real man fucks. Until you see stars.â
"Har," you just about gasp, anxious to have him do just that. "Please...pleaseâ"
"Fuck." His thigh slots between the both of yours and you writhe against him, searching for anything you might find. "Be so easy to take you. Be so easy to show you what you're missing. To wreck you until youâre begging for moreâ"
"So do it," you plead, pulling on him until his mouth meets yours. "Do it, Har. Please. Just once. Just once, and I promise I'll be so good. Be so good for you. Won't ever ask you againâ"
His hold on you grows more determined before he's ripping you away from the wall and slinging you toward your bed a few feet away.
Heâs on you in seconds, hovering about where you lie as you greedily grab for him. "Promise me," he hisses as his palm slips beneath your shirt, and a needy whimper bleeds from your throat. "Promise me that this is what you want."
"I promise," you repeat quickly, arching into his touch. "Promiseâ"
"Promise me...that you'll be good," he says next, fingers brushing over the material of your bra. "That you'll behave. That you'll do exactly what I tell you."
"Yes," you breathe, eyes falling shut.
"Fucking promise me..." he continues as he scratches down your chest, "...that you won't tell. That you'll be my dirty little secret. That you'll be mine. That you'll let me ruin you and that you'll fucking thank me for doing itâ"
The last domino falls. Crashes to the ground as you tug him down to you so you can kiss him. So, you can prove your loyalty. Prove that this is everything youâve ever wanted.
You feel him smile.
"You little fucking minx,â he purrs.
Your skin warms as Harry's stunned but unceasingly enthralled gaze lingers on the red lace of your underwear. However, his fingers move instead for your hips. His hauntingly empty touch ghosting across the fabric of your underwear as you anxiously await contact.
But he doesn't give it to you. Not quite, not yet. He just wants to look at you. Wants to drink you in. Allow himself the privilege of seeing what he never has before.
"Did you wear these just for me, little one?" he asks in a gravely drawl, eyes flicking up to yours from where he lays between your thighs.Â
You swallow as you look across your stomach at him. You're not sure why you picked out this particular set today. Perhaps it was a subconscious choice or perhaps destiny was simply on your side.
"Maybe," you murmur, nails curling into your palm as you work in shallow breaths. God, you need him to touch you. Need him to do something about the mess that's sitting two inches in front of his face.
The very same mess he's pretending he doesn't notice.
Your response encourages a smirk as he hums and glances back down at the little white bow placed delicately in the center. "S'cute, Dot," he says softly, pinching the ribbon between his thumb and forefinger. "Fucking precious, actually. Knowing you got yourself all dolled up. Just to see me."
He pulls his lip between his teeth and glances back over your face. He's amused by the weary and desperate expression you wear and you're two seconds away from groaning.
His touch moves down. Down, down, down until the pad of his finger brushes over your clit.Â
You tense before releasing a shaky exhale.Â
Satisfied with this reaction, he moves even lower. Until he finds that growing wet patch that's beginning to hurt.
"What's this?" he coos, looking down toward the darkened red fabric. "Oh, darling...s'this for me, too?"
You're not sure where your quippy attitude from before has gone because now you can do nothing but nod mutely as you shift beneath his hand.
"Yeah?" His eyebrow raises as he grins at you. "Is this what has you so anxious?"
You give him another nod.
He hums. "Think I need to see for myself, hm?" He smirks and pats his palms against your hips. "Take these off for me."
You quickly reach down to hook your fingers around the hem of your underwear and drag them down your thighs. Once they've been pulled from your body, you get ready to toss them onto the other side of the bed. But before they can be flicked from the tips of your fingers, Harry snatches them with his fist.
"Uh-uh," he tuts as he tucks them into his suit's breast pocket. "These are mine now."
You suck in a sharp, eager pant. "Harâ"
"Shh." He settles back onto his stomach, hands curling around your thighs to guide them apart and allow him a better visual. "M'busy, little one."
But itâs nearly impossible to stay quiet as his warm breath fans across your pussy, making the mess that much more obvious to you both. In fact, you can practically see the glistening reflection in his eye as he studies your cunt in the most intimate of ways.
You're not sure what he wants. What he's doing or planning or thinking. And you don't know why, but the way he stares at you does more for the apprehensive coil in your gut than him actually touching you has.
Finally, he makes another satisfied noise deep within the back of his throat before he brings his fingers back to you.
Two are placed just above your clit before he teasingly drags them down. However, when your hips buck up, he merely shoves them back down with a tsk.
Once youâre still, he starts again. Easing himself through your folds as he spreads you with the utmost glee. Fascinated by the way your body feels, the way it reacts to him.
His tongue sits between his lips as he ventures down, and the moment he finds the pooling of arousal waiting for him...you see the muscles in his neck contract.
"DarlingâŚ" The nickname is whispered across your body as he scoots closer. "Bet this hurts, doesn't it?"
"Yes," you reply instantaneously, straining around the singular word as you resist the urge to whimper.Â
He circles the tip of his finger around your aching hole, almost as if to test you. "Oh, precious girl...how long, hm? How long have you been in so much pain?"
Truthfully, since you hugged him at the diner.
"All day," you say aloud, hands gripping onto the duvet beneath you. "All day, Har. Been thinking about you all day."
And that is the honest answer. You'd been anxiously awaiting your meeting from the moment you woke up.
But he smiles as if he knows better, despite the way he seems to bask in your response. "All day, hm? And what were you gonna do if I never came back? Were you just gonna sit here and rub your pretty thighs together?"
Your heart skips while your hands gather atop of your stomach.
His brow raises. "No? Well then how were you gonna take care of it, hm?"
For a moment, you think this is simply rhetorical, but the longer the silence stretches, the more obvious it becomes that he expects an answer.
You swallow the odd lump in your throat. "How do you think?"
"Uh-uh," he chastises again. "I wanna hear you say it. Want you to tell me exactly how you were gonna fix this little problem of yours had I not been here."
Your head flops back against the pillows as you glare at the ceiling. He's always been rather infuriating but now he's a menace.
"Dot..." He's warning you. Calling you back. Urging you not to be so bratty.
With a tentative sigh, you look back at him. "My...vibrator."
He perks up. "Yeah?"
You nod faintly.Â
"Tell me how," he instructs next, jutting his chin toward you. "Better yet...show me. Show me how you've been taking care of yourself all these years."
Feeling rather embarrassed under the spotlight of such an intimate request, you shyly look over toward your nightstand and outstretch a hand. After pulling the drawer open, you slip inside and find the purple wand that's just small enough to fit snugly inside your palm.
And Harry watches with a certain wonder in his eye as you bring the dainty toy closer. Yet, he says nothing while you slowly guide it toward your stomach and down to your thighs.
But he does, however, shift in order to make room, scooting back by a hair to allow you the space you need to place the head right above your aching clit.
For some reason, doing something so private in front of him feels...odd. Strange and almost unsettling. And perhaps that's just nerves, but you can't deny the heat that rushes to your face as he looks between you and the vibrator.
"S'this it, then?" he murmurs, a hint of teasing laced within the remark. "Don't even have to turn it on?"
Your thumb taps against the power button, a nervous tic, although you refrain from switching the toy on just yet. "No..."
His smirk is borderline haughty. "Then what do you do, little one? How do you use it?"
You say nothing. You hold his stare, and you hold a deep breath, and you hold the wand to your glistening cunt.
Then...you flip the switch.
The soft, dainty vibrations echo across the room, across your bodies, and across your clit as it's met with the instant stimulation of the pulsating wand.
You choke on a gasp as you return your eyes to the ceiling, allowing for the feeling to take control of each remaining sense.
And as you do, Harry's hands make themselves known to you as they begin to smooth up your legs, helping guide your thighs further apart once again.
There's an ever-so-slight stretch that follows as your muscles are pulled, and the distinctive burn makes your lashes flutter shut.
"There you go," he whispers. "So pretty, darling. God, could watch you do this all day."
Truthfully, you imagine youâre quite a sight. After all, youâve watched yourself before. You know how it looks. Know exactly the kind of visual fantasy Harry is witness to right now.
So, you play it up, give him a show. After all...he's got a front row seat.
You rotate the head slowly, circling down and around your hole before retreating and dragging the object back up and through.
And you shiver every time it brushes against that particular sweet spot. Every time the pulses slow just to speed up once more. It's almost torturous the way your body is being bent to such salacious desires. And cruel the way you're forced to do this while he only watches.
A whimper slips free, and you arch off the bed, pressing the toy as tight against your body as you can stand.
You hear Harry chuckle.Â
"Easy," he warns before you feel his fingers curl around your wrist, encouraging your grip to relax. "Take it slow, Dot. Not in a hurry, are you?"
"No," you breathe, head shaking zealously. "No, m'just...feels good."
"Does it?" He almost sounds surprised. "Hm. Interesting. Seeing as you're doing it wrong."
Your head lifts.
He glances toward the vibrator. "May I?"
You nod.
Pleased, he slips the toy free from between your fingers and clears his throat. Focused eyes landing on your body as he readies the bullet.Â
Then...he begins.
It meets your clitâan innocent, familiar touchâbefore it's instantly being dragged down. He's slow with it. Giving you enough time to feel each particular flutter and twitch.Â
Your soft gasps and grateful sighs carry him further, until the tiny head of the toy is swimming through your arousal. You fall still, attention locked on the man by your knees.Â
But heâs still focused. Soft, green eyebrows weaving together as his pretty cherry lips stretch into a smile.
Something changesâeverything changesâwhen he slips the head inside. Your entire body ripples from the vibrations as you stumble over his name and squirm across the mattress.
He only laughs before placing his arm overtop your stomach to keep you cemented to the bed. "None of that. Stay still for me."
"Har," you whisper, depleted of any strength. "Please..."
"What, little one? What do you want?"
"I need...please, I'm..."
"What? Does it feel good?"
"Yes. Yes...yes, feels so good. Please..."
"Please what? What do you want, sugar?"
More. Everything. Anything. "Fuck, I'mâdon't stop. Please don't stop."
"Oh, darling," he breathes. "I'd never dream of it."
He takes the toy out and moves it back to your clit, circling gently a few times before pressing down hard.Â
And you almost miss the full feeling it provided as it was eased into you, but before you can dwell for too long...Harry's extending his fingers and slipping them into your cunt.
Not one, but two of those beautiful digits push past your walls and begin to stretch you, ripping a gasp from your throat at the simultaneous stimulation.Â
"Attagirl," he murmurs from below, and you can hear the smug undertone. "That's what you wanted, hm? Needed something to fill you."
Your chest heaves, the red lace of your bra lifting and falling as you roll your head back. "God, Harâ"
"Tell me, darling," he continues, easing himself out just to push back in. "Were you gonna use your own fingers? If I wasn't here? Gonna ride your pretty little hand?"
You can't tell if he already knows the answer or if he just wants to picture your hand between your thighs.
Either way, you pant out, "Mhm."
"Yeah? How many, honey? How many were you gonna use?"
"...two."
He tsks, seemingly disappointed with this answer. "Just two? Hm. And would it have felt like this, darling? Would they be able to do it for you the way mine can?"
To accompany this ask, he curls upward, nearly yanking the pleasure out of you as you choke on a cry and writhe away from him.Â
"Fuckâ" Your teeth tug on your bottom lip. "Shit, Harâ"
"Is that a no, then?" He thrusts his fingers out and back in again. "Would you have gotten yourself this wet...with just your own hand?"
The sound of him slipping through your arousal meets your ear as you groan and look down.
"No?" He adds a third finger while making sure to keep the wand of the vibrator exactly where it needs to be. "What about when you thought of me? Would that have done it for you, sugar? Thinking of me while you soaked your sheets? While you dripped down your knuckles as you fucked yourself?"
You've never heard a man talk to you this way. You already knew his experience superseded that of any man you'd been with before but this. None of those other boys ever knew how. But Harry...God. He knows just what to say. Knows exactly what you need to hear, and it overwhelms you.
"Har...Harâ"
"Need an answer," he reminds you, but when you refuse to offer him one, he takes himself away. His fingers, the toy, his body. Leaning away completely as your pussy goes completely quiet.
"Harry," you just about moan, pushing up onto your elbows to leverage the playing field. "You...I'm...I was justâ"
"Disobeying," he answers for you. "That's what you were doing. And I don't think that's fair, do you?"
You frown. You know this tone he's taking with you. Authoritative and condescending. It makes you huff. "Fine. I'll try again."
"Good girl," he murmurs, nodding at you as if to encourage confidence.
"I...wait, what was the question again?"
He smiles at this, releasing an amused chuckle beneath his breath before crawling back to you. His hands find the mattress beside your hips and he settles between your parted thighs, lips dangerously closer now.
And you can smell him. Smell his cologne, and his aftershave, and his shampoo. Can feel the heat radiating off his body, even through the expensive suit. Can see how much he wants to take care of youâruin you. As promised.
"Do you get yourself this wet...when I'm not around?" he repeats, and the tip of his nose brushes against yours.
Your breath hitches. "No."
The answer was always obvious, but you know he needed to hear you say it.Â
"Do you touch yourself...the way I touch you?"Â
"No."
"Can you make yourself come the way I can?"
"God, noâ" you gasp before taking hold of his face and smashing his mouth against yours.
His lips are perfect and his kiss is perfect and the two of you are perfect together. A connection so seamless, so effortless...it's as if you were always meant to be.
A ridiculous notion, you think to yourself, but right now...it's quite nice.
He pulls himself back just enough to meet your eye and offer a devious grin. "Then letâs find out, hm?"
Rough fingertips travel up the length of your inner thigh, forming goosebumps in the wake. You shiver, ready to receive his touch once again before he dances right past your cunt, and up your hip.Â
He moves for the lace on your chest, tugging on the wire between your breasts with a disappointed tsk.
"I want this gone," he decides, plucking it from your skin. "Need to see all of you, Dot."
And before you can even reach back to undo the hook, he's looping an arm underneath your back, lifting you up, and flicking the clasp free.Â
Once done, he yanks the bra down your arms and body before flinging it somewhere behind him.
Your eyes shut as your naked chest is revealed to him, heart hammering against your ribcage.
But then, you feel those lips again. He wraps his mouth around your left nipple before you can even whisper his name, sucking on you as though he's determined to make you see stars.
Which you do the moment his teeth pull on the sensitive skin. And you can't help but mewl as his tongue flicks cruel and merciless patterns against before moving for your collarbone.
He groans as he goes, situating his knee between your legs and pressing it directly against your cunt. His other hand gropes at your right breast, kneading at the tender flesh until his mouth reaches your neck. He nips at a vein just below your jaw and you arch up into him, chest knocking into his.
He sucks sweet bruises into the curve of your throat before licking apologies over the newly ruined skin. It's slow and painful and beautifully good.
Everything about him is beautiful and good.
His entire body seems to cater to yours as he cages you to the mattress and easily pulls whimpers from your throat. As he touches you, and pleases you, and knows you in a way nobody else ever has.Â
You grind yourself against his leg before glancing down. And thatâs when you notice the way your arousal has begun to soak through his nice pants. The way a dark little patch seeps into the fancyâand expensiveâmaterial. A sight both erotic and humiliating.
Your whimper forces his eyes to where yours reside, and he smirks when he sees your mess.
"What's the matter, little one?" he asks, taking his hand from your tit and using it to grab onto your jaw. "Are you embarrassed?"
You nod, despite his hold.
"Oh, my dirty little girl,â he hums. âI don't mind you soaking my trousers. But I'd rather you soak my cock."
You'd rather that, too, and you're more than grateful when he leans back to undo his belt. You don't know where this will lead you. If youâll fuck him and then lose contact for another five years.Â
Or if youâll fuck him and change everything.
But right now, you don't mind. You'll happily exist in this moment with him. In these bad decisions until you're coming so hard, you forget your own name.
He leans back to begin ridding himself of his clothes and you scramble upward to help him along. Your greedy hands grab at his jacket and his shirt, wrestling them down his arms and off his broad chest. Wanting to see him the way he can see you.
You nearly moan when his inked skin is revealed to you. You knew he'd gotten a few tattoos in college, and even some a bit after. But seeing them now, painted across such a tan, toned canvas makes your head spin.
"Easy," he laughs, reaching out to swipe his thumb beside your mouth to collect the pooling drool. "Save some for me, hm?"Â
But you can't. Instead, you take his finger between your lips and bury it beside your tongue.
Surprised, his lashes flutter. But once you realize he wonât be able to undo his pants without both hands, you regretfully pop his digit free. Allowing him to slip out of his briefs until his cock springs free.
HeâsâŚperfect. Still. Somehow. Red and swollen and leaking just for you. And you clench from the mere thought of having something so beautiful inside you.
You crawl closer, eager for a taste, but Harry simply grabs hold of your chin.
"Yes, little one?" he murmurs, using his other hand to hold his cock. "Did you want something?"
You nod and lean forward another inch.
"All right," he concedes, pumping himself before subtly tugging you down. "Just a taste, honey. Since you've been so good."
He leads your mouth to him and without a moment's hesitation, you outstretch your tongue, and drag it along the underside.
You revel in the way you feel him twitch. In the way he exhales a deep breath through parted lips while moving his fingers to your hair, guiding you closer but not too close. Just enough to get him on your tastebuds.
You hum when you reach the tip, eager to indulge in the pre-cum already beading in pearly drops. And the vibrations from your eager appreciation make the muscles in his stomach quiver as he curses your name.
However, you barely get the chance to wrap your mouth around him before he's yanking on your hair, and straightening you back up.
"What did I say?" he hisses. "Don't be greedy, Dot."
"I'm sorry," you whisper, swallowing the bit of him still lingering in your mouth. "M'sorry, won't do it again."
"No, you won't. Or I'll go back on my promise."
"No," you whine, needy fingers wrapping around his wrist to keep him close. "No, won't do it again. I promise."
You know heâs amused with your desperation, and even though you're slipping fast, he can't help but be entertained. "We'll see, little one."
With a fervent motion of your head, you scramble back to the pillows to lay down, legs spreading as if to invite him in.
He smirks as he strokes his cock a time or two more while settling himself between your thighs. You imagine he could have you in a number of ways, a plethora of positions. But he chooses this. He chooses to see your face this first time. To see every ounce of pleasure etched within your features.
And truth be told, you don't mind. You could stare at him forever.
"Do you have any condoms?" he asks next, dipping down to press his lips to yours for only a second. "Or would you prefer to go without?"
You consider this. You're on birth control and you do have a bit of a creampie kink, so you shake your head.Â
"Without," you answer quickly before lifting an eyebrow. "Unless you'd like to?"
"No," he chuckles, placing a kiss to your nose this time. "Just wanted to make sure. Promised to take care of you, and that's what I plan to do."
Your heart flutters.
"Okay, gonna need you to be good, honey," he tells you now, large palm landing on your hip to steady you. "Gonna need you to take me and do as I say, all right? And I'll make it worth it."
"I will," you agree quickly, fingers traveling up the dips in his arms, ghosting over each muscle until you reach his shoulders. "Be so good, Har, promise."
"Uh-uh." His hand smacks against your inner thigh in warning before his thick eyebrow cocks up. "S'not my name, darling. Not right now."
Curious as to what he might mean, you study him for only a moment before you realize.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
Just like that, something in his demeanor switches.Â
Truth be told, the name doesn't do much for you. But you revel in the way he feeds off it. Find absolute euphoria in the way he lights up at your obedience until you want nothing more than to please him again. To call him anything he wants as long as he keeps looking at you like that.
"Good girl," he growls beneath a deep breath before he's bringing his cock closer.
He starts by dragging it along your clit, making you jolt and buck before his hand splays across your stomach to force you back down.
"No," he says simply, eyes fixated on the torture he's currently implementing.Â
He does it again, letting your swollen, puffy clit jump from the slight brush of his tip while he drags it through your arousal and shifts forward.
"Breathe," he orders next, stealing a quick glance at your puckered lips and wide eyes. âAll right?â
âYes, Sir.â
He slides in slowly, pushing past your tight walls, coaxing the muscles to stretch to his size.
At first, it's nothing more than a soft, easy sensation. Relaxing, in a sense as it aids the ache and fills the void his fingers left behind.
Then...he goes deeper.Â
And this is what you'd been waiting for. The slight tension and subtle burn as your body is forced to accommodate him. You're thankful he goes slow. Not just because of the pain. But because you both want to watch.
You want to watch the way he pulls your body apart. Wanna watch him disappear into your tight hole that pulls him in. Wanna watch the way you flutter and clench and claim him the way heâs claiming you.
"Oh, that's my fucking girl," he groans to himself. "Fucking hell, Dot. Didnât think youâd be so tight."
"Yeah, wellâŚnever had someone like you before," you tease, gauging your body's reaction by slowly rolling your hips up.Â
"Yeah?" His hand lands on your throat, smoothing up the sides of your neck until he can squeeze a gasp from your lips. âNever, huh?â
You shake your head and with one quick thrust, he bottoms out, forcing a strangled cry as you arch into him.
âNever had someone stretch this pretty pussy the way it deserves, yeah?â He tsks again. âWhat a fucking shame.â
He rears back, and the pain and the pleasure that follow him out make your chest cave in.
However, heâs quickly driving himself back in before you can complain, pushing past the fluttering muscles once more as you keen and rake your nails down the blanket.
"Harry," you breathe, his name like a lifeline as you drown in his sin.Â
But it earns you another firm smack to your outer thigh as he grunts his disapproval into your neck. "No," he warns before nipping just below your jaw. "You know better."
But reallyâŚyou donât. "Sir...please," you amend.
"Hm. S'a good girl," he praises. "Knew you'd behave for me, yeah? My perfect little toyâ"
A rather debauched moan rips from between your gritted teeth as his hips ram into yours. You can feel him everywhere. In your stomach, in your head, in your heart. His legs against yours, his chest against yours, his entire body against yours until you're almost convinced he's gonna become one with your bloodstream.
Not that you'd mind.
His arm slips beneath you once more in order to lift you up and provide him with a new angle. Then, he thrusts himself into you again as your mouth hangs open in a silent gasp for air.
"There she is, that's what you needed. Yeah, little one?' He does it again, brushing against that one spot that makes your toes curl. "The other boys never did it, did they?"
You whine, knees bending besides his hips as you attempt to follow after him when he pulls back.Â
But he's quick to tut and knock you back down onto your ass. "No. You don't rush me, darling. We do this my way. On my time. If I wanna stay here and fuck you nice and slow, then youâll behave, and youâll fucking take me.â
Youâd like to agree, but heâs thrusting himself back in before you can.
"You will thank me for taking my time," he continues in a coarse cadence that seems to reverberate from his chest. "You will thank me...for being so goddamn good to you. And you will thank meâŚfor doing it right."
"Harry, pleaseâ" you just about wail, hands finding his arms as you grasp on for dear life.
But the fingers around your throat tighten until the edges of your vision begin to blur.
"There you fucking go again," he growls, stilling his rhythmic attacks as he meets your eye. He seems to enjoy watching your focus go fuzzy. "Starting to think you like to be punished, hm? And here I thought you had a praise kink."
You clutch onto his wrist, nails scratching along the veins in his arm as he pounds into you at a harder pace.
But you don't mind. You enjoy watching him give into the voices inside his head. Enjoy the way his chocolate brown curls sweep across his forehead, the way his eyebrows weave together and the muscles in his jaw constrict.
For a 34-year-old man, he seems to possess quite a bit of stamina. He'd mentioned earlier his enjoyment for running and exercising, detailing his rather excessive and diligent routine.
And you'd smirked because you'd assumed he was showing off or because he was trying to stay ahead of the inevitable "dad-bod" in his future.
But now you understand why he's really so meticulous. He's a long way from looking his age. Apart from some subtle, but soft crinkles near his eyes and a few gray hairs that peek through the auburn waves, he looks rather youthful.Â
And his body. You swallow another noise as you let your hungry gaze trail over every inch, every muscle, every quiver in his thighs as he braces himself above you.
Sir feels like a more appropriate title to you now. Because he is. He is your superior in this moment A man to be respected and revered. Someone who not only knows better,.but knows you. Knows your body and how to play it like an instrument.Â
There's something exciting about submitting to him. Something tantalizing about being at his mercy. Most of the other men you've been with have felt more like your equals than anything else. Which you haven't minded in the least bit.
But the way Harry has managed to fit you into the submissive, subservient role so quickly suggests that perhaps...this is where you were always meant to be.
Beneath him.
"Oh, honey," he coos, a mix of condescension and amusement. "Can feel you squeezin' me. Need it so bad, don't you? Need to come, hm?"
"Yes. Yes," you whisper, nuzzling your face into his neck, lips eagerly pressing into the salty skin at your disposal. "Please, HaâSir. Please let me come. Can't...can't hold itâ"
"You will,â he says before heâs grabbing hold of your wrist and hosting it above your head. Burying into the pillow and preventing you from reaching for your clit. âForget it, Princess. Told you to take me. So you will. Exactly how I tell you.âÂ
"Sirâ"
"I said no. I plan to keep you here for quite some time. Plan to feel you coming around my cock as many times as I see fit. And I expect you to behave for me the way you promised. Can you do that? Or do I need to stop?"
"No," you gasp, tears springing to your eyes at the very thought. "No, no, pleaseâ"
"Then what are you going to do?"
You swallow a moan and lift your chin proudly. "Take it."
A pleased smile crawls across his face as he hums and dips down to press his mouth to yours. "There she is," he murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip. "My good girl. Try to remember that, yeah? Or I'll keep you here all day."
However, thatâs something else you wouldn't exactly mind, and you shiver as he pushes your knee into your chest.
"Fucking hell, Dot," he mumbles, eyes falling back down to where you're coating his cock. "Oh, my perfect toy. Look at the way you treat me, honey. Treat me so well, fucking soaking me, aren't youâ"
"Yes, Yes, pleaseâŚ"
"I know. I know, little one. Feels so good to be filled, yeah? To be fucked the right wayâ"
"God, yes. More...pleaseâ"
"More, huh? Need more? Need me to make it better? Need me to fucking takeâ"
Suddenly, your phone rings.
The soft, melodic chime cuts through Harryâs vulgar response, bringing the moment to a close as his thrusts falter and he glances over.
God, you hate that stupid, evil, sadistic machine. Right now, you wish you'd never bought it. You wish you could throw it again the wall until it shatters into a thousand fucking pieces so as long as he just keeps going.
Instead, he searches your nightstand for the small device before he's releasing your leg in order to reach for it.Â
"No, Har," you plead, attempting to grab onto his hand. "Just let it go to voicemail, it's fineâ"
"But that wouldn't be very polite, now, would it?" he tuts, glancing over the screen. "And I think you need to take this, darling."
"Harry, pleaseâ"
"Shh," he says sharply. âYou're gonna take this phone call and you're gonna use your word. And then, and you're gonna come for me."
His thumb hovers over the green button and he guides the phone to your ear.Â
"And you're not gonna make a fucking sound," he adds, dropping his voice to a threatening hiss before pressing the receiver to your ear. "Or I fucking stop. Do you understand?"
You do your best to nod, and he smiles before tapping the screen.
Through a slight quiver, you say, "Hello?"
"Hey! Long time no talk, babe. How are you?"
Your eyes just about pop out of your head.
Atta.
Her cheerful tone and eager greeting make the blood drain from your face as you look up at the man hovering above you.
"Speak," he mouths with a wicked grin while nodding his chin at you.Â
But you can't. You physically cannot get the words to come out of your mouth as Harry keeps the device glued to the side of your head.
"H...hi," you stammer, forcing a more confident cadence. "I'm...good. How...how are you?"
"Oh, I'm good. Good, yeah," your sister replies, and you hear a bit of shuffling. "Been working a lot. Got today off, which is nice. God, you'd never believe how much shit we have to go through since we changed our filing systemâ"
"Mhm," you reply right as Harry rams his hips into yours.
You gasp and quickly turn your head away from the phone in an attempt to keep the excitable noise from making it into the microphone.Â
However, he uses his other hand to grasp onto your jaw and force you back. "No," he whispers, shooting you a stern look of warning. "You know better."
"âwhich is wild because we've been using the same program since '08," Atta is saying, although you can hardly hear her over the imminent pleasure rushing through your veins. "But...whatever. Once we're done, it'll make things so much easier. Which will be nice. I can cut back on my hoursâ"
"Yeah, mhm," you repeat, and it's outrageously strained as Harry pulls himself out, leaving you depraved and so goddamn empty.
You have to fight the urge to cry out for him, glancing down at the string of arousal that follows his cock. And it's almost too much for you to handle as you greedily reach for him once more.
However, he bats your hands away and brings his free fingers from your chin to your clit, rubbing into the sensitive nerves until you arch up.
"âso, yeah. What about you?"
Your eyes squeeze shut as that tightly wound ball of pleasure in your stomach expands. "I'm...I...good. I'm...good. You know, not...not a lot going on. At the moment."
Harry smirks to himself before sinking all the way back in and thrusting up.
Your lip fights its way between your teeth and you writhe beneath his chest while praying for the strength to stay quiet.
"Well...I guess no news is good news, yeah?" she chuckles. "Oh, hey, speaking of which...I heard that Harry's in town."
That's not the only thing he's in.Â
"Oh?" you squeak, placing a palm on Harry's chest almost as if in retaliation. "He is?"
"Yeah. Saw it on Facebook," she answers, and you hear her move around. "Figured he might try to reach out. I know you guys are still on good terms, right?"
"Me and Harry?" you repeat pointedly, garnering a curious look from the aforementioned man. "Uh...we're...yeah. I guess. But weâre notâŚthat close."
He grins.
"Well...I just thought I'd let you know in case he does," she says, and your lashes flutter shut as the guilt begins to find you.
"Would it be weird...if he did?" you ask before the patterns being traced against your clit make you whimper.
Terrified, you quickly cough in an attempt at burying the sound, but Atta doesn't seem to hear.Â
"I mean...maybe? I don't know. He and I are fine, I think. And I know you two were friends. I guess you could at least...check on him. Make sure he's doing okay."
"Yeah," you breathe, sneaking a glance up. "I'm...I'm sure he's doing just fine."
Harry smiles once more before moving his palm to your thigh and pressing it into the bed to spread you at a different angle.Â
"I hope," Atta sighs. "Anyway, I wanted to call and check in. Just to make sure everything is going okay for youâ"
"Mhm, yeah. I'm...I'm glad you did," you blubber while attempting to send Harry a pointed look. You're close. So fucking close, and if he keeps going...
"Are you sure you're all right? You sound a bit flusteredâ"
"Yes. Yes, yes, I'm..." Your head shakes quickly, nails scratching down Harry's chest in warning. He needs to stop. He needs to stop or you won't make it. "I'm fine. I'm...a little under the weather, but I'mâ"Â
Suddenly, he sheathes himself inside your cunt, face burying in your neck with a groan as your entire body shivers.
"Are you sure? You kind of sound like you're in painâ"
"Listen, Atta, I...I gotta goâ" you gasp, so close to your orgasm that you can practically taste it. âIâm sorryââ
"Oh, yeah. Hey, text me, okay? Just let me know that you're all rightâ"
"Mhm, yeah, I willâfuckâ"
It happens before you can stop it. Ripping through every muscle and fiber in your body as you rake your fingers down Harry's back and choke on a moan.
Thankfully for you, Harry has already ended the call and thrown the phone to the other side of the room so he can loop his arm beneath your hips and tug you up into his body.
"Go," he breathes. "Give it to me. Come on, little one. Just like that. Good fucking girl, just like that. Let me feel youâ"
Your room fills with the sound of his name, dancing effortlessly between the whimpers that follow.
It feels like you've touched heaven. A sensation so overwhelming and euphoric that you don't even realize his hand has returned to your throat. Don't realize he's squeezing your neck in his tight fist as he comes, filling your cunt with everything he has to give you.
You don't even realize you can't breathe, but you love it. Love the way he presses his teeth into your shoulder and presses his body into your chest. Until you're trapped against the mattress while you live through the high.Â
Every joint in your body aches. Radiating pain and pleasure all at once as you hook your leg over his hip and snake your arms around his neck.
And you keep him inside of you for what feels like hours. Even after you've regained a bit of consciousness. And a bit of common sense.
Perhaps the moment he pulls out, you'll realize the mistake you've made. Youâll realize that this isn't a secret you can keep. Or a choice that you can ever choose again. And maybe heâll realize it, too.
THIS SERIES WILL NOT BE CONTINUED. I AM SORRY IF YOU WANT AN UPDATE, IT WILL NOT HAPPEN. WITH THAT SAID AND YOU STILL WANT TO READ WHAT I STARTED FEEL FREE.
warnings: very sexually explicit, language, tiny bit of self-deprecation
It was just supposed to be an outdoor barbecue. There were children running around. An innocent little birthday party right at the end of June.Â
Harry should not be eating that fucking watermelon the way he was.Â
And Y/N should not be thinking all the unholy thoughts she was while watching him either.
But.
He was devouring that pour slice of watermelon. Stuffing his entire fucking face into it. Itâs juices flowing down his chin. Licking his fingers clean. Going back in for more. Flickering his eyes towards her when he took another bite.
Jesus Christ. Sheâd never look at a watermelon the same again.
what it is: you and harry are friends who start an arrangementâŚand then that arrangement ends and youâre left with impossible feelings as you watch him move on.
i saw this trend on tiktok where girlfriends flash their boyfriends to win an argument, and i thought that was genius, so...yeah! that's what this is. enjoyxx
"Baby, we've talked about this."
"I know, but I just think if you listenedâ"
"I have listened, and I just don't think now is the time to do this."
You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, annoyed by both his tone and his words. "It'll never be the right time. You just don't want to commit to this relationship."
"Seriously? That's where we're going with this?" Harry asked, finally looking away from where he was chopping vegetables for dinner. "I say it's not the right time to get a dog and you think it's because I'm not committed? Really, Y/n."
He looked down pointedly at himself. Harry stood in the kitchen in an apron that said, Kiss the Cook! You got it for him as a gag gift on his birthday last year since he was always in the kitchen, but he ended up loving it. Naturally, he also demanded you kissed the cook whenever you helped him out with cooking.
You knew what he was trying to say without voicing it, that was committed to you no matter which way you tried to spin it to win the argument. And you knew that, you were just a little annoyed that you and Harry couldn't get on the same page like you normally were.
You and Harry continued to bicker back and forth about the pros and cons of getting a dog together. Harry insisted he wasn't against it, just not now, but you'd done too much research and you knew now was the time, or you would never get around to it.
"You always do this," you said.
"Do what?"
"Try and table a conversation only to never come back to it. Just have a backbone and say you don't want a dog instead of hiding and avoiding it."
Rolling his eyes Harry ran a tired hand over his face. "You know what? Fine, you're right. I don't want a dog."
"But why?"
"Y/n, we travel all the time. We can't train a puppy when we'reâ"
Harry paused, his eyes finally opening after removing his hand from his face, his eyes settled on you, a mix of emotions quickly running across his face.
"When we're what?" you asked innocently, trying not to smile.
Still not answering, your boyfriend opened and closed his mouth as if his brain was short-circuiting. "YouâYou justâThat's cheating."
"What do you mean?" you said, no longer trying to hide your smirk as Harry stepped closer to you, his eyes not meeting yours at all. They were focused solely on your chest, where you'd conveniently lifted your shirt to expose your breasts.
Coming out of his stupor but still not meeting your gaze, he said, "You don't get toâto use your tits against me!"
"Why, is it working?"
Harry shook his head in utter disbelief, his eyes almost completely glazed over. Whether he liked it or not, you won this round.
"YesâNoâI mean...What were we arguing about again?"
Chuckling softly, you cupped his cheek with your hand. "We were deciding on whether or not we should get a dog."
"Oh. Right. Whatever you want, baby."
"Really?"
You thought this would soften your boyfriend, push him in the right direction, but you didn't think he'd cave so quickly. Harry was already leading you toward the stairs, clearly ready to leave the argument behind.
"Course. Come convince me some more upstairs."
*.*
"Seriously? You're still on that stupid thing?"
Harry barely glanced your way before looking back at the TV, his thumbs moving furiously over his game controller. He mumbled his greeting, too engrossed in his game to acknowledge your presence.
Your boyfriend wasn't typically the video game type, only ever using his gaming console occasionally. That was until a few weeks ago when one of his friends got him hooked on some new game and now he played it nonstop. You didn't really care if Harry played video games, but this had become a fixation. It had been ages since you and him went to bed together at the same time, or gone on a date,, or had sex.
You'd been thoroughly replaced by some game.
"H, have you even gotten up from the couch since I left?"
The response Harry gave you was abysmal, only sparking your irritation more. You'd left him in that exact position hours ago to run errands, and he was still there. You doubt he'd so much as gotten up to eat since you'd been gone.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"That sounds great, baby," Harry said, his eyes still glued to his game.
You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend. "I will not be second to a video game," you muttered before inching closer to the TV. With a sigh, you reached for the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up, taking the bralette you wore with you.
Harry didn't notice at first, which was really going to piss you off, but his eyes snagged on your naked chest as he switched positions on the couch. His whole body stilled as he took you in, his rapidly moving thumbs coming to a halt on his controller.
"Are you done playing now?" you asked, your brows raising expectantly.
Not looking at his game once, Harry tossed the controller on the couch and stood up. As if in a trance, he walked toward you. As he got closer, you could hear shouts of protests from his friends coming from the headset still on his head. He took that off too, then lifted you up without warning. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist as he led you to your bedroom. And when he laid you down on the bed, you grinned, satisfied that your boyfriend was still wrapped around your finger.
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You have one new voice message at: 3:37am. From: Unknown caller.
Harryâs cheerful yet slurred voice rang through the phone, âY/n! Itâs me! Harry. I just called to tell you I missed you at the listening party today.â He hiccuped lightly before continuing, âI think you were with that guyâŚâ his voice faltered for a moment âWhat was his name? John? Don? Oh, no, itâs Dom, isnât it? Mitch sâtelling me, itâs Dominic.â
âI hope you had a fun night, although I wish we couldâve talked⌠âmiss hearing your voice.â He paused, seeming to ponder over his thoughts.
Harry quickly pepped up. âOh well, sâok maybe next time then. I should probably go, mânot sure how much time I got left on this thing. Anyways, I love you princess-â The message abruptly cut itself off.
âTo delete; press 3. To save the message-â
âMessage deleted.â
Eight months.
Thatâs how long it had been since Y/n last heard from Harry. But tonight that record was broken with something as small as just a drunk voicemail.
Harry couldnât help himself, as soon as he saw Y/nâs familiar figure at his own listening party, he fell back into the infatuation that he spent months attempting to escape from.
He may have had his heart broken, but everyone deserves a second chance⌠right?
Summary: bff!harry and y/n fight over not spending enough time together
Warnings: swearing, angst
Word Count: 603 words
A/N: this is my second collab with @devilinbetweenthesheet-s !!
itâs a bff! to â lovers? enemies? strangers? we donât even know lol đ Not sure about the posting schedule yet since weâre still piecing the parts together in a way that makes as much sense and as little confusion as possible :)
Regardless, hereâs a little teaser!
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âWhatâs the time?â Y/N repeated. Harry grumbled his response, â8pmâ, which caused her eyes to widen, scrambling out of the bathroom while wrapping a dry towel around her body. âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Iâm supposed to be there by 8:30!â
âYouâre leaving?â Harryâs usual deep voice turned shrill with his question. âYou wonât even stay to have dinner with me?â
The pout on his lips was enough for Y/N to sigh sadly, âDonât make me feel guilty, itâs not my fault that I have plans. You called me over cause you said there was an emergency, which was a lie by the way.â
He tried to hide a proud grin from splintering his cheeks which was soon to be wiped off.
âBesides, youâve done this so many times. At least I came over for a bit, yeah?â
âB-but this is the only time I got to see you this past week,â He followed her to his bedroom, ruffling a towel over his shaggy curls.
Y/N gave him a side-eye as she fixed her shirt, âWhoâs fault is that, H? Is it mine? Because all Iâve been doing the past couple of days was to wait for you to make time for me,â
Harry rolled his eyes at her change of attitude, âYouâre being so bitchy!â He threw the damp fabric on the bed, not caring about the lingering scent that it may leave behind on his duvet. âWhat is thisâyou getting back at me or summat? âCause I can do without you. Go be with your stupid boyfriend,â
She gathered her belongings littering his room, huffing a heavy breath, âFuck you, Harry. Iâm trying to tell you how shitty of a friend youâve been since you started seeing Ruby and you wonât even listen!"
Double footsteps trudged down the staircase as Y/N continued speaking, âHave fun eating dinner aloneâor maybe you can call Ruby, yeah? Since you seem to always want to be around her,â
As Y/N slipped her feet into her sneakers, Harry couldnât help but let the word vomit splatter the tense atmosphere.
âLittle Miss Perfect, always being righteous and doing everything right,â He crossed his arms over just chest, bulging biceps resting on the wall near the closet.
âCan you stop bringing up the past all the time? Goddammit, this is why I hate being around you sometimes,â He muttered the last part underneath his breath. However, their close proximity, the silence, and Y/Nâs strained ear made it echo in her brain.
And it seemed that Harry regretted it as soon as he saw the look on his best friendâs face. âY/NâI didnât. . . mean that. I uhâ,â
Y/N stood up from her crouched position, not caring if one shoelace was tied tighter than the other, scoffing her irritation at his face. âFuck you,â She repeated, flipping him off as she grasped the cold knob of the front door.
It seemed that her words were gas to a flame, flaring up anger within him and scorching the small piece of conscience that he had renounced.
âYâknow what? Fine. Iâll jusâ call Ruby over and weâll have fun and eat dinner together. Weâll fuck all night and you can go tâthat stupid boyfriend of yours. I donât want to see you right now,â Harry spat his words out, eyes narrowing at the edges as he stared her down before spinning on his heels.
âYeah, real mature, Harry,â Y/N swung the hinges of the door open, âSometimes I wonder if Iâm best friends with a five-year-old instead of a twenty-two-old,â