Luke Hemmings and Harry Styles.

“In the flesh.” Harry responds flashing that same old grin at her. “You look amazing, Y/N.”

“Thanks. You're looking good too, Harry. It's been ages!” Y/N can't help the blush that colours her cheeks. The two friends catch up on their lives over drinks and laughs, reminiscing about their childhood and all the silly antics they got into.

“Remember the time when we were hiding from the principal, and you accidentally locked us in the storage closet for the entire lunch period?” Harry recalls.

“Oh gosh, don't remind me! That was such a mess.” Y/N replies with a laugh. “I still have the scar from that mop handle.”

“You're kidding! Let me see!” Harry exclaims. Y/N rolls her eyes and holds out her arm, and sure enough, a tiny white scar is still visible along her skin. Harry can't help but run his fingers along the scar, and his touch sends shivers down her spine.

“What about the time you fell asleep in the library? I still remember how scared I was when I saw that librarian hovering over you.” Y/N's voice takes on a teasing tone.

“Okay, okay. Enough trips down memory lane.” Harry laughs.

“You know, it's so nice to see you again, Harry. We should really keep in touch more often.” Y/N muses.

“You're right, we should. So why don't you give me your number?” Harry says with a cheeky grin.

“Smooth, high school you would've taken weeks to ask a girl's number.” Y/N teases, as she holds out her hand in a gesture to ask for his phone. “Here, I'll put it in for you.”

Harry hands her his phone, and their hands brush against each other in the exchange. He can't help but feel a tingle run through his body. Y/N quickly types her number in and returns his phone to him with a smile.

“Now, how about a dance?” Harry asks as the DJ begins playing a slow song.

“Since when does Harry Styles dance?” Y/N asks with a smirk on her face. Harry and Y/N were always the ones to either avoid school dances, or they'd be sitting in a corner of the room chatting with each other until it was an acceptable time to go back home.

“There's a lot you don't know about me.” Harry teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I'd like to find out.” Y/N responds, and she swears she can see a blush rising in Harry's cheeks. He offers her his hand and leads her onto the dance floor, where he wraps his arms around her waist. The two sway slowly to the music, and the rest of the world fades away. ***

Reuniting with Harry feels like coming home, and Y/N finds herself wanting to spend more time with him. She forgot how they lost track of each other, and she certainly regrets not keeping up their friendship.

When you've been as close with someone as Harry and Y/N once were, you just pick up the pieces and continue where you left off. Not a single thing between the two of them feels awkward or unnatural, and they fall into step with each other effortlessly.

With her hands resting on his shoulders, she allows her fingers to play with the soft curls in his neck. When the song comes to an end neither Harry nor Y/N seem to want to part. They share a laugh before moving away, the warmth from each other's bodies lingering on their skin.

Harry and Y/N return to their table and continue chatting. After some time, the DJ announces they have some awards to hand out.

“Hey, I've got a funny feeling that you're about to be announced as 'most likely to succeed'.” Y/N says jokingly.

“I don't think so, but maybe we'll win something together.” Harry responds, winking at her. Y/N giggles and the two turn their attention to the stage, ready to hear what the DJ has to say.

“I doubt that.” She laughs.

"And finally, this next award goes to the couple who was voted 'most likely to end up together'." the DJ announces.

“See, I told you.” Y/N laughs, elbowing Harry playfully.

“Would you two please come up on stage?” The DJ says, scanning the room.”Y/N, Harry, come up here.”

Harry and Y/N are in disbelief, they're both laughing hysterically and have no clue what to do. But before they know it, the entire room is clapping and cheering for them to go up. Harry takes Y/N's hand and guides her to the front of the room, where the DJ hands them a certificate and a bouquet of flowers.

“You guys make a cute couple, have fun.” The DJ says.

“Aww, this is so sweet.” Y/N exclaims. Harry and Y/N pose for a photo together, holding up the certificate and flowers.

“So, what are we going to do with this?” Harry asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know, frame it and put it on the wall?” Y/N jokes. “But really, this is quite an honour. It's pretty cool that everyone thought we'd end up together.”

“Yeah, it is.” Harry replies. “So, are we going to keep up the illusion, or?”

“Or what, Styles?” Y/N asks, a teasing tone in her voice.

“Or, we could make it a reality.” Harry says, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Harry Styles, are you asking me out?” Y/N feigns surprise, placing a hand on her chest.

“I guess that would be the right thing to do but I was more thinking about taking you back to my place, like right now.” Harry smirks a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

“That sounds like an even better idea.” Y/N says, her eyes never leaving his.

“I can't believe I've been missing out on you for all those years.” Harry says as he leans in closer to her.

“You can make it up to me tonight.” Y/N replies, a smirk forming on her lips.

“You bet I will.” Harry winks and the two of them sneak out of the venue, eager to get to the real prize of the night. Harry's place is just a short drive away, and the two can barely contain their excitement. The car ride is filled with flirty glances and stolen touches, and the air between them is charged with sexual tension.

As soon as they step into Harry's apartment, the two of them crash together in a heated kiss. Y/N melts into his embrace, savouring the taste of his lips. Harry's hands roam her body, sending sparks of pleasure through her. He trails kisses along her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

“I should probably offer you a drink, be a real gentleman.” Harry says, breaking away from her skin.

“No, I'd rather just have you.” Y/N responds, her eyes dark with lust.

“That can be arranged.” Harry smirks and picks her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He carries her into the bedroom and places her gently on the bed, his lips never leaving hers. Harry's hands work deftly to undress her, revealing her soft skin inch by inch. He starts by picking open the buttons of her shirt, before sliding it off her shoulders. His lips ghost across her collarbones, eliciting a gasp from her.

“Harry.” Y/N whimpers, her fingers tangled in his hair.

“Patience, love.” Harry chuckles and moves to undo her pants. He slides them down her legs, leaving her in only her underwear. Harry admires her form for a moment, his eyes roaming her body.

“You're gorgeous, Y/N.” He murmurs, and she blushes under his gaze. Never had she expected today to end like this. But she's more than happy to be here, with the man she's always felt at ease with.

Harry leans forward and captures her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. Y/N eagerly responds, her own tongue tangling with his. Harry's hands wander her body, his fingers dancing along her skin. He caresses her breasts through the thin material of her bra, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. Y/N moans into his mouth, her body arching into his touch.

“I need you out of this.” She whispers as she tugs at his shirt. Harry obliges and removes his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. Never in a million years would she have expected him to be this toned, but he looks so good it makes her mouth water. Her dorky little friend from years ago grew up to be this fine piece of a man. His skin is covered in tattoos, and her fingers trace the outlines of his ink, as her eyes follow the path they make. Harry shivers at her touch, goosebumps erupting across his skin.

Y/N's eyes drink in the sight of him, the lean muscles of his torso and the V of his hips that point to his crotch. Y/N can feel the heat between her thighs, and she can't wait for Harry to explore every inch of her body.

“Do you like what you see, love?” Harry teases, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Shut up, Styles.” Y/N shoots back and pulls him down for another kiss. Her fingers work at the buckle of his belt, desperate to see the rest of him. She can feel his erection straining against his jeans, and she knows he must be aching for release. Y/N pulls him down on the bed and straddles his lap, taking full control. She grinds her hips against his, drawing a moan from him.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Harry curses, his head falling back in pleasure. He's not used to being in this position, and it's turning him on even more. Y/N works to remove his pants, her hands fumbling with the button. Finally, she manages to unzip his pants and tug them down his legs, leaving him only in his boxers. Y/N can see the outline of his erection through the fabric, and she can't resist reaching out and cupping his bulge.

“I want to see all of you, Harry.” Y/N purrs and slips her hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his cock. She gives him a few teasing strokes before pulling his boxers down. His cock springs free, standing proudly and leaking precum.

“You're big, Harry.” Y/N comments, her eyes never leaving his. Harry blushes under her gaze, his cock twitching in response. “I can't wait to feel you inside me.” Y/N continues, her voice low and seductive. Harry groans at her words, his cock throbbing with need.

“I'm all yours, love.” He says, his voice laced with desire. Y/N can't help but smirk at his words. She strokes him slowly, her grip firm and her pace torturous. She wants to take her time with him and make him feel good.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Y/N.” Harry moans, his head falling back in pleasure. Y/N continues her ministrations, her hand working his length expertly. She can feel his cock pulsing in her grasp. She swipes her thumb over his sensitive tip, collecting the precum that has leaked from his slit.

“You're such a tease.” Harry groans, his hips thrusting into her touch. Y/N merely smiles and continues her movements, watching as he loses himself in the pleasure. He's close, she can feel it. His breathing is ragged and his hips are stuttering, and she knows it's only a matter of time before he falls over the edge.

“God, I won't last.” Harry moans as his hips buck uncontrollably. “Just let me taste you, please.” Y/N is surprised at the request, but she's more than willing to oblige. She releases his cock and quickly gets rid of her panties before she moves up his body, positioning herself above his face.

“You want to ride my face, baby?” Harry asks, his eyes dark with lust. Y/N nods, a blush colouring her cheeks. She's never been one to take charge like this, but with Harry, it feels so natural and safe.

“Yes.” She replies, her voice husky with desire. Harry's hands come to rest on her thighs, and he guides her down onto his mouth. He licks a long stripe along her wet folds, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

“Oh god.” She moans, her hands tangling in his hair. He continues to lick and suck at her pussy, his tongue swirling around her clit. He slides a finger into her wet heat, curling it just right. Y/N cries out in pleasure, her hips bucking against his mouth.

“You taste so fucking good.” Harry mumbles, his words sending vibrations through her.

“Don't stop.” She gasps, her thighs trembling with the effort to hold herself up. He continues to work his magic on her pussy, his tongue lapping at her juices. He slides another finger into her, his movements increasing in speed. Y/N can feel herself getting closer to the edge, her orgasm building with every stroke of his fingers.

“I'm close, Harry.” She moans, her grip on his hair tightening. Harry increases his pace, his fingers thrusting into her rapidly. He curls his fingers just right, and Y/N is sent over the edge. Her walls clench around his fingers, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.

“Fuck, Harry!” She cries out, her thighs quivering with pleasure. Harry slows his movements, drawing out her orgasm. He licks her clean, savouring the taste of her juices. Y/N is breathless, her body sagging in exhaustion. She moves to slide off his face, but Harry's hands grip her thighs, keeping her in place.

“Don't go anywhere, baby. We're just getting started.’ He says, his voice husky with desire. She looks down to meet his eyes, and the lust she sees there sends a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

“Let's see how much you can take.” He says, and before she knows it, he's burying his face back into her pussy, his tongue eagerly lapping at her juices. She can't help but let out a loud moan, her body still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

“You taste so fucking good, love. I could eat you out for days.” Harry says, his voice muffled against her pussy. Y/N can only whimper in response, her body overloaded with pleasure. Harry continues his assault on her pussy, his tongue and fingers working together to bring her to the edge.

Y/N is quickly approaching her second orgasm, her body trembling with the effort to hold herself up. She's a mess, her thighs quaking, her fingers clawing at his hair, and her moans getting louder with each passing second. Harry's relentless, he brings her right to the edge, before carefully tipping her over.

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my face.” Harry growls, his fingers curling just right. And that's enough to send Y/N over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body shakes with the intensity of it, her thighs quivering, and her cries echoing off the walls. Harry slows his movements, letting her ride out her high. When she finally comes down from her high, her body collapses next to his, her chest heaving with the effort to catch her breath.

“That was... incredible.” She gasps, her heart pounding against her ribs.

“You were amazing, love.” Harry murmurs, his hands rubbing her back soothingly. Y/N lets out a content sigh, her body humming with satisfaction.

“I could do this all night.” Harry whispers, a hint of mischief in his tone. Y/N giggles and pulls him down for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

“What else do you have in mind, Mr. Styles?” She teases.

“God, don't call me that.” He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“You like that, huh? Being in charge.” Y/N asks.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Harry winks and Y/N playfully rolls her eyes. He clearly wasn't so shy anymore, his past inhibitions gone.

“Okay then, you've had your fun. Now it's my turn.” She says, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Oh yeah, what are you going to do?” Harry challenges, his interest piqued.

“I'm going to ride you.” Y/N declares, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She's not usually this forward, but something about Harry brings it out in her. It's like they're two halves of the same whole, their personalities complementing each other perfectly.

“Really? You think you can handle all of me, love?” Harry teases, a challenging look in his eye.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” Y/N retorts, her hands trailing down his chest. She leans in and captures his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth. She can taste the lingering traces of her juices, and it only makes her want him more. Harry's hands roam her body, his fingers ghosting across her skin. He cups her breasts, squeezing them gently. Y/N moans into his mouth, her body arching into his touch.

“We need a condom.” She pants, breaking away from his lips.

“I can get one.” Harry quickly gets up from the bed and searches through his nightstand. He finds what he's looking for and quickly rips the wrapper open. Y/N can't help but admire his cock, thick and long, with a vein running along the side. He rolls the condom on, his hands deftly covering his length.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, his eyes filled with concern.

“Yes, I'm sure. I want you, Harry. All of you.” She responds, her eyes never leaving his. Harry takes her by surprise when he kisses her. His lips are soft and gentle, and she melts into the kiss. She throws her leg over his, straddling his lap. His cock presses against her, the tip grazing through her folds.

“I'm not gonna last long.” Harry groans.

“Then we'll have to do it again, and again.” Y/N chuckles, her hands gripping his shoulders.

“Deal.” Harry smiles, and the two of them join their lips once more. Y/N reaches between their bodies, her hand wrapping around his cock. She guides him to her entrance, the tip pressing against her slick heat. She slowly sinks down onto him, his cock stretching her walls deliciously. Harry's hands grip her waist, steadying her. He fills her up completely, and the sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before.

“Fuck, you're so tight.” Harry groans, his head falling back in pleasure. The two of them move in unison, their bodies in sync. Their hips rock together, the friction between them growing with each passing moment. Y/N's walls clench around him, drawing a moan from his lips.

“Harry.” She whimpers, her nails digging into his shoulders. He responds by thrusting up into her, his movements growing in speed and intensity. He hits just the right spot, her body quaking with pleasure.

“You're so deep, baby.” Y/N moans, her hips grinding down against his. Harry's hands wander her body, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. He squeezes her ass, his nails digging into her flesh. She can feel her orgasm building, the pressure mounting within her. She knows she won't last much longer, the feeling of Harry's cock inside her is too much to handle.

“I'm close.” She whimpers, her nails dragging down his back.

“Come for me, love. I want to feel you come on my cock.” Harry growls, his thrusts becoming erratic. Y/N can feel herself tipping over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her. Her body shudders and trembles, her thighs clenching around him. She cries out in pleasure, her moans echoing off the walls.

“Fuck, Harry! Don't stop.” She gasps, her head falling back in pleasure.

“Never.” Harry replies, his hips still moving. His pace increases, his cock throbbing inside her. He's close, and he knows it won't be long until he follows her into oblivion. Y/N clings to him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“I want to hear you.” She pants, her hips meeting his. Harry groans, his head falling back in pleasure. She can feel him pulsing inside her, his cock swelling with his release.

“I'm gonna come, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up.” He gasps, his fingers gripping her hips. Y/N pushes him down, her fingers tangling in his hair. She wants to watch him fall apart, to see the look of ecstasy on his face. Harry's thrusts become erratic, his hips stuttering as he chases his release.

“Come for me, baby.” Y/N purrs, her eyes locked on his. That's all it takes for Harry to fall over the edge, his orgasm crashing over him. His hips buck wildly, his cock pulsing inside her. He cries out her name, his nails dragging down her back. Y/N watches him, his face contorted in pleasure, and it's a sight she'll never forget.

“Holy shit.” Harry gasps, his chest heaving with the effort to catch his breath. Y/N captures his lips in a passionate kiss. The two of them stay connected for a few minutes, neither wanting to break the spell that has fallen over them.

“I could stay like this forever.” Harry whispers, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Me too.” Y/N agrees, her hand cupping his cheek. She can feel him softening inside her, and she knows it won't be long before their perfect moment ends. But for now, she's content to bask in the afterglow, her body humming with satisfaction.

“We should do that again.” She teases, a smirk playing on her lips.

“You're insatiable, aren't you?” Harry laughs, his hands roaming her body.

“Only for you.” She replies, her heart skipping a beat at his touch. Harry's eyes meet hers, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down her spine.

“You're something else, you know that?” He whispers, his hands caressing her skin.

“So are you.” She replies, her words barely audible. They fall into silence, their bodies pressed together, their breathing the only sound in the room. Harry's hands continue their exploration, his fingers ghosting over her skin.

“I should get cleaned up.” Y/N says after a while, breaking the silence.

“Let me help.” Harry offers, his hands resting on her hips.

“Okay.” She agrees, and he carefully lifts her off his lap, pulling out. She climbs off the bed, her legs trembling slightly.

“You okay?” Harry asks, his eyes filled with concern.

“Yeah, just a little weak in the knees.” She chuckles, her hands gripping his shoulders. He instinctively picks her up bridal style and carries her into the bathroom. He sets her down on the edge of the tub and starts the water, letting it run over his hand to test the temperature.

“Perfect.” He whispers, and the two of them step into the shower. The warm water washes over them, cleansing their bodies of their sweat and other fluids. Harry's hands roam her body, the soap suds creating a sensual feeling. She's lost in the feeling of his touch, her eyes closed and her head resting on his shoulder.

“I could get used to this.” She murmurs, her voice low.

“Me too.” He replies, his arms wrapped around her. They stay like that for a while, their bodies intertwined, their hearts beating as one.

“You know, if you had told me a week ago that I'd be spending the night with you, I would have laughed in your face.” Y/N says, a hint of amusement in her tone.

“Oh?” He looks at her, one eyebrow raised. “You're gonna spend the night with me?” He jokes.

“Shut up.” She playfully slaps his chest, her cheeks turning red.

“No, I'm serious.” He continues. “I'd love for you to spend the night.” He looks into her eyes, his expression softening.

“Okay, I'd love to stay.” Y/N smiles, her heart fluttering.

“Oh, shit.” You mutter under your breath as you try to think of what to do. You could just walk the few blocks back to your stop, the weather is fine anyway. You press the button, the bus comes to a halt at the next stop and you step off, thanking the driver for the ride. You begin walking, a tote on your shoulder and the book still in hand.

The streets aren't busy, it's not a particularly busy part of the city, and it's a beautiful afternoon. The sun is shining and there is a slight breeze, but not too much. You can hear the birds chirping and see the small kids playing in the nearby park, all in all a nice day.

You reach your building after a few minutes of walking, and the front door is unlocked and ajar, so you let yourself in and start to head towards the stairwell. When you reach the right floor, you spot your neighbour coming out of their apartment, the one you had seen the first night you'd arrived.

He was tall, much taller than you, and wearing a t-shirt that clung to his form nicely, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal a collection of tattoos that ran all the way down to his hands. His hair was curly and looked incredibly soft and you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through it. His jaw was chiselled, sporting a stubble. He looked good, really good.

“Hey.” He says, his voice deep and smooth, and you can't help but notice the accent he has. “I haven't seen you around before, are you the new neighbour?”

“Yeah, I moved in a couple of weeks ago.” You reply. “My name is Y/N.”

“It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry.” He extends a hand and you shake it. You notice the rings on his fingers, they're large, but not tacky, and they suit him. He looks at the book in your other hand and chuckles, “A reader, eh?”

“Yeah, I've always loved reading, and this one is really good, I've been wanting to finish it, so I'm glad I missed my stop, I was so deep into the story I hadn't even noticed.” You chuckle and it's then when Harry notices what book you have in hand, his book.

“Hey, wait a second. You're reading my book!” He points at the cover.

“Oh, you wrote this? Well, now I feel kinda embarrassed.” You say, laughing, trying to hide the embarrassment and your blushing cheeks. The story is based around quite a few explicit sex scenes, and you're hoping he won't bring it up.

“I'm just messing with ya. I'm actually quite flattered.” He chuckles.

You talk for a few more minutes and then go on your way. He is funny and kind, and his smile is one that you know you would kill to see. His eyes are bright, and you love the way his curls move when he laughs.

As you make your way to your apartment, you're smiling to yourself, thinking about how good-looking your new neighbour is. He seems kind and easy-going, and you wonder if you'll ever be able to spend more time with him.

When you get to your apartment, you drop your things, kick off your shoes and throw yourself onto your sofa. You sigh and close your eyes, taking a moment to process the day, and what just happened.

Knowing the man who came up with those incredible sex scenes was living right across the hall from you, is driving you absolutely wild. You're not sure why you're reacting the way you are, you have no business thinking about him like that. But he's just so fucking hot, and his accent, and his body, and the way his arms looked...

You feel your skin begin to heat up, and a tingling between your legs, and before you even realise, your hand is down the front of your jeans. You start touching yourself, and all you can think of is him, and the words he has written. Your breathing becomes heavier and you close your eyes, imagining him doing these things to you, his lips and hands exploring your body.

You're abruptly ripped from your fantasy by a knock on the door, and you jump and scramble to pull your hand from your pants.

“Fuck.” You hiss under your breath, and run your fingers through your hair, trying to get it to look presentable. You look through the peephole in the door and your eyes widen, there stands Harry, and he's holding a bottle of wine. You take a deep breath and open the door, trying to appear as composed as possible.

“Oh, hi.” You say, smiling, but you're nervous. “What can I do for you, Harry?”

“Hey, Y/N, I just came to drop off some wine.” He seems nervous. “I figured since you're new it'd be a nice thing to do.”

“That's very sweet of you, thank you.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.” He turns and starts to walk back to his own apartment.

“Harry, wait!” You shout, and he turns back to face you.

“Yes, love?” His British accent thick.

“Do you want to come in? I'll pour us some wine.”

“Yeah, that'd be lovely.” He follows you into the apartment. You take the wine from him and pour two glasses. You hand him the glass and sit down next to him, making sure to keep some distance between you.

You chat for a while, sipping your wine, and you find yourself enjoying his company. He tells you about his writing and how he's working on another book, and that he's glad that you've enjoyed the one he already published. You tell him about yourself, about how much you love to read, and he tells you he'll send you copies of the other books he has published.

The wine is flowing, and so is the conversation. Harry is really nice, and you find yourself wanting to spend more time with him. The bottle is empty and your cheeks are flushed, but not just from the alcohol.

“Well, I should probably head home.” Harry says, and the disappointment is evident on your face.

“No, don't leave yet.” You protest, and his eyes lock with yours. “I'm enjoying your company.”

“Well, alright. I can stay a bit longer.” He says, smiling.

You're not sure why, but you feel compelled to lean forward and kiss him. Maybe it's the wine, or the fact that he's just so fucking hot, or the stories and sex scenes in the book he had written. You're not sure, but something is driving you crazy, and you need him. Your lips crash against his, and it takes a moment for him to register what's happening. But when he kisses back, your heart flutters and your stomach feels like it's doing somersaults.

You pull away and stare at him for a moment, and he looks at you with a mixture of lust and surprise in his eyes.

“Sorry.” You mutter. “I shouldn't have-“

He cuts you off by leaning in and kissing you again, this time deeper, and more passionate. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and your tongues collide, tasting each other. He pulls away and stares into your eyes, his lips slightly swollen and a smirk on his face.

“You're a good kisser.” He whispers.

“So are you.” You reply, a smile spreading across your lips.

He leans back in, kissing you more roughly than before, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. He begins trailing kisses down your neck and jawline, eliciting small whimpers and moans from you. He makes his way down your collarbones and chest, then moves back up to your ear.

“Y/N.” He whispers. “May I take this off?”

“Please.” You reply, almost begging. He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head, revealing the lacy bra underneath. He stares at your breasts for a moment, drinking them in, before he dives down and sucks at the exposed skin. He moves to your other breast and does the same, and his other hand begins to unbutton his own shirt.

He removes his shirt, revealing his tattoos, and you can't help but stare. He has a slim yet muscular frame, and his arms are toned and strong. You trace the ink on his chest and torso with your fingers, and he watches your reaction with a smirk.

He stands up and grabs your waist, picking you up and setting you on the kitchen island. He leans down and kisses you again, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You can feel his erection through his jeans, and it's big, really big. You can't help but let out a moan at the thought of him fucking you with that monster.

He reaches around and unclasps your bra, pulling it off and exposing your breasts. He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at it, while his hand plays with the other. You throw your head back and moan, grabbing at his curls and tugging slightly. He lets out a groan and grinds his hips against yours, and you can feel his cock harden even more.

“Harry.” You moan. “I want you.”

He removes his mouth from your breast and looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust.

“Are you sure, love?” He asks, his accent sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, please.” You beg, and he smirks. You're so eager and it's making him impossibly harder. He undoes his belt and his pants fall to the floor. You stare at his cock hiding in his black boxers, and your mouth waters. It's long and thick, and you know that it's going to feel amazing. He pulls off his boxers, and his cock springs free, standing proudly.

He grabs your jeans and tugs them down, revealing the matching pair of lace panties. He groans as he looks at you, and his fingers hook under the fabric, pulling them down your legs.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking beautiful.” He breathes, taking in the sight of you. You're completely naked and exposed in front of him, and he can't help but marvel at how perfect you are. He leans in and kisses you, and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him close. He grinds his hips against yours, his cock rubbing against your wetness. He's teasing you, and it's driving you insane.

“Harry, please.” You whine, and he smirks.

“Please, what?” He teases, continuing his slow grinding.

“Please fuck me.”

He groans and searches for his wallet, finding a condom. He slides it on and lines his cock up with your entrance, pushing in slowly. He fills you up completely, and you cry out, arching your back. He lets you adjust to his size before he starts moving. He sets a slow and steady pace, and you're moaning and whimpering.

“Fuck, Harry.” You gasp. “You're so big.”

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He groans. He thrusts his hips, his cock sliding in and out of you. You reach down and begin rubbing your clit, and the extra stimulation has you seeing stars. No wonder the smut in his books is good, the man himself knows exactly what he's doing.

His pace quickens and his breathing becomes laboured. He leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the sounds that escape your mouth. He picks you up from the countertop and carries you over to the sofa, never breaking his rhythm. He lays you down and continues pounding into you, and you can feel the pressure building.

“Harry, I'm so close.” You moan, and he reaches down to rub your clit.

“Come for me, baby.” He growls, and that's all it takes for you to come undone. You scream his name and arch your back as the orgasm rips through you. He keeps his pace, thrusting harder and faster, prolonging your pleasure.

When you come down from your high, he pulls out and grabs your legs, flipping you onto your stomach. He positions himself behind you and pushes back in, causing you both to moan. His hands grip your hips and he begins pounding into you, and his grunts fill the room.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking tight.” He groans, his voice thick with lust.

“Oh, god, Harry.” You moan. The sound of skin slapping skin and the scent of sex fills the air. He reaches around and starts rubbing your clit, and the pleasure is almost too much for you to handle. He thrusts his hips, filling you completely.

“Come for me again, love.” He commands.

“Yes, Harry, fuck.” You cry out, your walls tightening around his cock. You know that anyone passing by your apartment would definitely hear the sounds of sex, but you don't care. The only thing that matters is the feeling of him inside you.

You come undone once more, and he fucks you through your orgasm. He moans, his thrusts becoming erratic. You turn him on so much, he never wants to stop fucking you. His cock slides out of you and he pulls you back up, turning you around to face him.

“I want you to ride me, love.” He growls, his voice deep and rough. You straddle him, your wetness coating his cock. He positions himself at your entrance and you slide down, moaning as he fills you again. You start moving, your hips rocking against his.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.” He moans, and his hands grip your hips, guiding you. Your pace quickens and you can feel yourself getting close again. You look at him and his eyes are filled with lust and desire, and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

Harry's lips crash into yours and his hands tangle in your hair. He breaks the kiss and his mouth moves to your neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin. You let out a string of curses and he groans against your neck. He leaves a trail of kisses down to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He nibbles and sucks on it, and his tongue swirls around it.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan.

“Do you like that, love?” He asks, looking up at you with dark eyes.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” You reply, your voice wavering.

He continues his assault on your breasts, switching from one to the other. Your breathing is heavy and you can feel the pressure building again.

“Harry, I'm so close.” You breathe.

“Me too, baby. Come for me.” He growls, his fingers rubbing your clit. The combination of his cock filling you his mouth on your nipples and his fingers stroking your clit sends you over the edge, and you scream his name, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Your walls clench around his cock and he loses it, his thrusts become more erratic, and his breathing is laboured. He moans your name, and the sound is like music to your ears. He comes hard, and his cock pulses inside you.

You both collapse, breathing heavily. Your heart is racing and you can't believe what just happened. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You lie there in his arms, trying to catch your breath, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Harry says, breaking the silence. “That was incredible.”

“Mhm, you're far better than your books.”

“Oh, shit.” You mutter under your breath as you try to think of what to do. You could just walk the few blocks back to your stop, the weather is fine anyway. You press the button, the bus comes to a halt at the next stop and you step off, thanking the driver for the ride. You begin walking, a tote on your shoulder and the book still in hand.

The streets aren't busy, it's not a particularly busy part of the city, and it's a beautiful afternoon. The sun is shining and there is a slight breeze, but not too much. You can hear the birds chirping and see the small kids playing in the nearby park, all in all a nice day.

You reach your building after a few minutes of walking, and the front door is unlocked and ajar, so you let yourself in and start to head towards the stairwell. When you reach the right floor, you spot your neighbour coming out of their apartment, the one you had seen the first night you'd arrived.

He was tall, much taller than you, and wearing a t-shirt that clung to his form nicely, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal a collection of tattoos that ran all the way down to his hands. His hair was curly and looked incredibly soft and you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through it. His jaw was chiselled, sporting a stubble. He looked good, really good.

“Hey.” He says, his voice deep and smooth, and you can't help but notice the accent he has. “I haven't seen you around before, are you the new neighbour?”

“Yeah, I moved in a couple of weeks ago.” You reply. “My name is Y/N.”

“It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry.” He extends a hand and you shake it. You notice the rings on his fingers, they're large, but not tacky, and they suit him. He looks at the book in your other hand and chuckles, “A reader, eh?”

“Yeah, I've always loved reading, and this one is really good, I've been wanting to finish it, so I'm glad I missed my stop, I was so deep into the story I hadn't even noticed.” You chuckle and it's then when Harry notices what book you have in hand, his book.

“Hey, wait a second. You're reading my book!” He points at the cover.

“Oh, you wrote this? Well, now I feel kinda embarrassed.” You say, laughing, trying to hide the embarrassment and your blushing cheeks. The story is based around quite a few explicit sex scenes, and you're hoping he won't bring it up.

“I'm just messing with ya. I'm actually quite flattered.” He chuckles.

You talk for a few more minutes and then go on your way. He is funny and kind, and his smile is one that you know you would kill to see. His eyes are bright, and you love the way his curls move when he laughs.

As you make your way to your apartment, you're smiling to yourself, thinking about how good-looking your new neighbour is. He seems kind and easy-going, and you wonder if you'll ever be able to spend more time with him.

When you get to your apartment, you drop your things, kick off your shoes and throw yourself onto your sofa. You sigh and close your eyes, taking a moment to process the day, and what just happened.

Knowing the man who came up with those incredible sex scenes was living right across the hall from you, is driving you absolutely wild. You're not sure why you're reacting the way you are, you have no business thinking about him like that. But he's just so fucking hot, and his accent, and his body, and the way his arms looked...

You feel your skin begin to heat up, and a tingling between your legs, and before you even realise, your hand is down the front of your jeans. You start touching yourself, and all you can think of is him, and the words he has written. Your breathing becomes heavier and you close your eyes, imagining him doing these things to you, his lips and hands exploring your body.

You're abruptly ripped from your fantasy by a knock on the door, and you jump and scramble to pull your hand from your pants.

“Fuck.” You hiss under your breath, and run your fingers through your hair, trying to get it to look presentable. You look through the peephole in the door and your eyes widen, there stands Harry, and he's holding a bottle of wine. You take a deep breath and open the door, trying to appear as composed as possible.

“Oh, hi.” You say, smiling, but you're nervous. “What can I do for you, Harry?”

“Hey, Y/N, I just came to drop off some wine.” He seems nervous. “I figured since you're new it'd be a nice thing to do.”

“That's very sweet of you, thank you.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.” He turns and starts to walk back to his own apartment.

“Harry, wait!” You shout, and he turns back to face you.

“Yes, love?” His British accent thick.

“Do you want to come in? I'll pour us some wine.”

“Yeah, that'd be lovely.” He follows you into the apartment. You take the wine from him and pour two glasses. You hand him the glass and sit down next to him, making sure to keep some distance between you.

You chat for a while, sipping your wine, and you find yourself enjoying his company. He tells you about his writing and how he's working on another book, and that he's glad that you've enjoyed the one he already published. You tell him about yourself, about how much you love to read, and he tells you he'll send you copies of the other books he has published.

The wine is flowing, and so is the conversation. Harry is really nice, and you find yourself wanting to spend more time with him. The bottle is empty and your cheeks are flushed, but not just from the alcohol.

“Well, I should probably head home.” Harry says, and the disappointment is evident on your face.

“No, don't leave yet.” You protest, and his eyes lock with yours. “I'm enjoying your company.”

“Well, alright. I can stay a bit longer.” He says, smiling.

You're not sure why, but you feel compelled to lean forward and kiss him. Maybe it's the wine, or the fact that he's just so fucking hot, or the stories and sex scenes in the book he had written. You're not sure, but something is driving you crazy, and you need him. Your lips crash against his, and it takes a moment for him to register what's happening. But when he kisses back, your heart flutters and your stomach feels like it's doing somersaults.

You pull away and stare at him for a moment, and he looks at you with a mixture of lust and surprise in his eyes.

“Sorry.” You mutter. “I shouldn't have-“

He cuts you off by leaning in and kissing you again, this time deeper, and more passionate. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and your tongues collide, tasting each other. He pulls away and stares into your eyes, his lips slightly swollen and a smirk on his face.

“You're a good kisser.” He whispers.

“So are you.” You reply, a smile spreading across your lips.

He leans back in, kissing you more roughly than before, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. He begins trailing kisses down your neck and jawline, eliciting small whimpers and moans from you. He makes his way down your collarbones and chest, then moves back up to your ear.

“Y/N.” He whispers. “May I take this off?”

“Please.” You reply, almost begging. He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head, revealing the lacy bra underneath. He stares at your breasts for a moment, drinking them in, before he dives down and sucks at the exposed skin. He moves to your other breast and does the same, and his other hand begins to unbutton his own shirt.

He removes his shirt, revealing his tattoos, and you can't help but stare. He has a slim yet muscular frame, and his arms are toned and strong. You trace the ink on his chest and torso with your fingers, and he watches your reaction with a smirk.

He stands up and grabs your waist, picking you up and setting you on the kitchen island. He leans down and kisses you again, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You can feel his erection through his jeans, and it's big, really big. You can't help but let out a moan at the thought of him fucking you with that monster.

He reaches around and unclasps your bra, pulling it off and exposing your breasts. He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at it, while his hand plays with the other. You throw your head back and moan, grabbing at his curls and tugging slightly. He lets out a groan and grinds his hips against yours, and you can feel his cock harden even more.

“Harry.” You moan. “I want you.”

He removes his mouth from your breast and looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust.

“Are you sure, love?” He asks, his accent sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, please.” You beg, and he smirks. You're so eager and it's making him impossibly harder. He undoes his belt and his pants fall to the floor. You stare at his cock hiding in his black boxers, and your mouth waters. It's long and thick, and you know that it's going to feel amazing. He pulls off his boxers, and his cock springs free, standing proudly.

He grabs your jeans and tugs them down, revealing the matching pair of lace panties. He groans as he looks at you, and his fingers hook under the fabric, pulling them down your legs.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking beautiful.” He breathes, taking in the sight of you. You're completely naked and exposed in front of him, and he can't help but marvel at how perfect you are. He leans in and kisses you, and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him close. He grinds his hips against yours, his cock rubbing against your wetness. He's teasing you, and it's driving you insane.

“Harry, please.” You whine, and he smirks.

“Please, what?” He teases, continuing his slow grinding.

“Please fuck me.”

He groans and searches for his wallet, finding a condom. He slides it on and lines his cock up with your entrance, pushing in slowly. He fills you up completely, and you cry out, arching your back. He lets you adjust to his size before he starts moving. He sets a slow and steady pace, and you're moaning and whimpering.

“Fuck, Harry.” You gasp. “You're so big.”

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He groans. He thrusts his hips, his cock sliding in and out of you. You reach down and begin rubbing your clit, and the extra stimulation has you seeing stars. No wonder the smut in his books is good, the man himself knows exactly what he's doing.

His pace quickens and his breathing becomes laboured. He leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the sounds that escape your mouth. He picks you up from the countertop and carries you over to the sofa, never breaking his rhythm. He lays you down and continues pounding into you, and you can feel the pressure building.

“Harry, I'm so close.” You moan, and he reaches down to rub your clit.

“Come for me, baby.” He growls, and that's all it takes for you to come undone. You scream his name and arch your back as the orgasm rips through you. He keeps his pace, thrusting harder and faster, prolonging your pleasure.

When you come down from your high, he pulls out and grabs your legs, flipping you onto your stomach. He positions himself behind you and pushes back in, causing you both to moan. His hands grip your hips and he begins pounding into you, and his grunts fill the room.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking tight.” He groans, his voice thick with lust.

“Oh, god, Harry.” You moan. The sound of skin slapping skin and the scent of sex fills the air. He reaches around and starts rubbing your clit, and the pleasure is almost too much for you to handle. He thrusts his hips, filling you completely.

“Come for me again, love.” He commands.

“Yes, Harry, fuck.” You cry out, your walls tightening around his cock. You know that anyone passing by your apartment would definitely hear the sounds of sex, but you don't care. The only thing that matters is the feeling of him inside you.

You come undone once more, and he fucks you through your orgasm. He moans, his thrusts becoming erratic. You turn him on so much, he never wants to stop fucking you. His cock slides out of you and he pulls you back up, turning you around to face him.

“I want you to ride me, love.” He growls, his voice deep and rough. You straddle him, your wetness coating his cock. He positions himself at your entrance and you slide down, moaning as he fills you again. You start moving, your hips rocking against his.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.” He moans, and his hands grip your hips, guiding you. Your pace quickens and you can feel yourself getting close again. You look at him and his eyes are filled with lust and desire, and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

Harry's lips crash into yours and his hands tangle in your hair. He breaks the kiss and his mouth moves to your neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin. You let out a string of curses and he groans against your neck. He leaves a trail of kisses down to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He nibbles and sucks on it, and his tongue swirls around it.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan.

“Do you like that, love?” He asks, looking up at you with dark eyes.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” You reply, your voice wavering.

He continues his assault on your breasts, switching from one to the other. Your breathing is heavy and you can feel the pressure building again.

“Harry, I'm so close.” You breathe.

“Me too, baby. Come for me.” He growls, his fingers rubbing your clit. The combination of his cock filling you his mouth on your nipples and his fingers stroking your clit sends you over the edge, and you scream his name, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Your walls clench around his cock and he loses it, his thrusts become more erratic, and his breathing is laboured. He moans your name, and the sound is like music to your ears. He comes hard, and his cock pulses inside you.

You both collapse, breathing heavily. Your heart is racing and you can't believe what just happened. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You lie there in his arms, trying to catch your breath, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Harry says, breaking the silence. “That was incredible.”

“Mhm, you're far better than your books.”

The next day, after Y/N goes out to go shopping, Harry sits down with his laptop and searches for the perfect getaway. Y/N always wanted to go to Apulia, Italy. So this was the perfect opportunity.

Once Harry opened the Airbnb website and filled in the needed information, he started scrolling through all the homes that were available for rent. As he was scrolling, one particular house caught his eye. It was gorgeous, and Harry knew Y/N would love it. It's a lovely house in the countryside, not too far from the beach. It's also secluded and private, and the best part is there the large pool and hot tub with a view of the village down the hill.

Harry books the Airbnb with no hesitation. He is thrilled to surprise his wife, and he is even more thrilled to see the look on her face when she realises where they are going. Harry knows his girl has been dying to go to Italy. So it's a win-win.

As the weeks go by, Y/N notices Harry is acting differently. It is almost as if he is hiding something from her. But she can't think of what it could be. She decides not to push the issue, but she still keeps an eye on him, hoping that he will soon tell her what is going on.

A few days before their anniversary, Harry decides to break the news to his wife. They are both at home watching television, cuddling up to each other on the couch. As Y/N looks over at her husband, she can't help but feel like something is going on.

“Is everything alright?” Y/N asks curiously.

“Yes, love, why do you ask?” Harry replies.

“It's just... I feel like you've been hiding something from me these last few weeks. Is there something going on?” Y/N questions.

“Yes, actually there is.” Harry begins. “I've been planning a surprise for you.”

Y/N sits up and looks at Harry with an excited expression on her face. “Oh, a surprise? What is it?” She asks with enthusiasm.

“That's for me to know, and for you to find out. But we're going to be leaving the day after tomorrow.” Harry states.

“What? Are you serious?” Y/N practically yells. “We're going on a trip? Where are we going? Tell me, please!”

“Patience, love. You will find out everything once we're at the airport.” Harry chuckles causing Y/N to pout and she crosses her arms over her chest. “Awe, don't be like that.”

“I can't believe you're doing this to me, Harry.” Y/N huffs.

“It's our fifth anniversary, and I wanted to do something special.” Harry explains. “And besides, you'll love your surprise. You have no idea.”

“What do I need to be packing? Summer clothes? Sweaters? What should I bring?” Y/N asks, suddenly excited.

“Pack light. It's not really cold where we're going. So pack some shorts and tank tops, along with some dresses and nice shoes. Oh, and your bikini, of course.” Harry answers.

“Wait, are we going to the beach? Tell me, please!” Y/N pleads.

“I already said too much, so I'm not saying anything else.” Harry states.

“Harry! Come on!” Y/N groans.

“You'll know everything once we arrive.” Harry smiles. “Now, come here and cuddle with me.”

Y/N smiles as she lays back down next to her husband and wraps her arm around his torso. They turn their attention back to the television and finish watching their show together.

***

Two days later, it is finally time for Harry and Y/N to leave. As the two of them stand outside of their house waiting for their car to pick them up, Y/N is practically jumping with excitement. She has no idea where they are going, but she can't wait.

“Are you excited, love?” Harry asks, looking over at his wife.

“Hell yes! I can't wait! This is going to be amazing, I know it!” Y/N smiles.

As soon as the car pulls up in front of the house, Harry takes their suitcases and puts them into the trunk. Then he and Y/N climb into the car. As the driver takes off towards the airport, Harry and Y/N sit together holding hands. They can't stop smiling at each other.

When the car arrives at the airport, Harry helps his wife out of the car. Once the driver brings their luggage to them on a trolley, they walk hand in hand towards the terminal with Harry pushing the cart forward. When they get to the check-in counter, Harry checks in their luggage and they proceed towards the security line.

Somehow Harry manages to get all of that done without spoiling their destination to Y/N. He doesn't even slip up and tell her the airline or the gate number. He is a man on a mission, and he won't be letting anything distract him.

After a quick walk through security, Harry and Y/N make their way over to their gate. When they arrive, Y/N's eyes grow wide and her mouth falls open. “What? Wait, are we going to...”

“Apulia, Italy.” Harry states, a smirk on his lips.

“Oh my god, Harry, this is amazing!” Y/N practically screams. “Thank you, baby, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She then wraps her arms around his neck and gives him a long passionate kiss.

“Mmm, you're welcome, love.” Harry smiles.

As Harry and Y/N wait for their flight to begin boarding, they chat away about what they're going to do once they land. Harry already has a few things planned, but he isn't going to spoil anything. He wants his wife to be completely surprised.

When it is time for the couple to board, they are seated in first class. Y/N loves first class, it's the only way Harry can travel somewhat privately, without people noticing him. Plus, it's a lot more comfortable, and he and his wife are able to relax.

As soon as the plane takes off, the couple snuggle together and enjoy the ride. After only a few hours of flying, they are finally in Italy. They land at Bari Karalis International Airport. When the couple exit the plane and make their way through the terminal, Y/N is in awe of the surroundings. She has always dreamed of coming here, and now she is here.

The warm Italian air is a welcomed sensation, and the sun is shining brightly. The sky is a beautiful shade of blue, with a few wispy clouds here and there. Y/N is over the moon, and Harry is loving every minute of it.

Once the couple has picked up their luggage and left the airport, they are greeted by their driver. They put their luggage into the boot of the car and then climb into the back seat. The driver turns and asks the couple. “Where would you like to go?”

“I have the address right here.” Harry says as he hands the driver a piece of paper.

“Very well, sir. Let's go.” The driver states, the Italian accent thick.

As the driver pulls away from the airport and starts driving down the road, Harry looks over at his wife and says. “I have a little surprise for you.”

“Oh? And what's that?” Y/N questions.

“We're staying at a beautiful little house in the countryside, not far from the beach. It has a hot tub, a pool, a beautiful garden, and a great view.” Harry states.

“Seriously?” Y/N questions. “Oh, Harry, this is the best!” She then leans over and plants a kiss on his cheek.

As the drive continues, Harry and Y/N enjoy the scenery as they pass by quaint towns, picturesque fields, and beautiful villas. After about an hour of driving, the couple are taken aback by the beauty of the countryside. They can see the house in the distance, and it looks amazing.

When the driver pulls up to the front of the house, Harry and Y/N are awestruck by its beauty. As the couple step out of the car and start taking in their surroundings, they are immediately overwhelmed by how beautiful the house is.

“Harry, this is breathtaking.” Y/N states, as she turns to face her husband.

“Isn't it?” Harry smiles.

The couple walks over to the front door of the house and Harry unlocks the door with the key that's hidden in a savebox near the entry. Harry was sent a code earlier in the day so they could have a contactless check-in. As they walk inside, they are greeted by a small hallway with stairs to their right. As they continue walking forward, they come to a living room area with a couch, two chairs, and a large flat-screen television above a fireplace.

“Wow, this is really beautiful.” Y/N remarks, looking around.

“I know, right?” Harry replies. “Come, let's check out the kitchen.”

As the couple makes their way into the kitchen, they notice a large island in the middle with an extended dining table. To the left is a large glass door that leads to a backyard patio with a grill and a large dining area.

“This is perfect.” Y/N smiles, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck.

“I knew you'd like it.” Harry smiles, planting a kiss on her forehead. He turns around to slide open the glass door and walk out onto the patio.

“Wow, this is so lovely. Look at the view.” Y/N sighs, admiring the view. “Oh, and a pool! That's awesome.”

“Yes, and look at the hot tub over there. I think we're going to be spending a lot of time in that.” Harry smirks.

“Oh yeah?” Y/N giggles.

“Definitely.” Harry winks.

The backyard is big but private and located on the top of a hill with a view of the town down below. The street on which the Airbnb is located has a lot of big houses, but they are spread out with enough privacy in between. The garden is nicely landscaped and has flowers everywhere.

As Harry and Y/N make their way back into the house, they head upstairs. The master bedroom is at the top of the stairs, and it is just as beautiful as the rest of the house. There's a large king-sized bed, a TV mounted to the wall, and a beautiful view of the mountains in the distance.

“Harry, this is stunning.” Y/N gasps, as she walks around the room.

“I know, I'm glad you like it, babe.” Harry smiles, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

“Like it? I love it. This is a dream.” Y/N states.

“Well, we're going to have a lot of fun while we're here.” Harry whispers, planting a kiss on the crook of her neck.

“Oh, really?” Y/N giggles.

“Oh, yes.” Harry chuckles, nipping at her neck.

“Harry, behave.” Y/N laughs, swatting him away playfully.

“I don't want to.” Harry pouts as he begins nibbling on her earlobe. His strong arms hold her tightly against him, not letting her go.

“Baby, come on.” Y/N tries, but her husband is relentless.

“Come on, let's break in the bed.” Harry growls, letting one of his hands slide up her torso and grab her breast, kneading the flesh.

“Harry!” Y/N cries, focussing on keeping a moan from slipping out.

“What?” Harry asks, feigning innocence. “Don't act like you don't want me.”

“I can't deny that I want you, but we're not breaking in the bed right now. I'm hungry, I need food.” Y/N states, pulling his hand off her chest.

“I could eat you.” Harry winks, earning a smack on the chest from his wife. “Hey, I was only kidding.” He chuckles.

“Yeah, sure.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “Come on, let's go.”

“Fine.” Harry sighs.

The couple makes their way downstairs, Harry close behind his wife, his arms around her waist. Ever since stepping foot on the Italian soil, he is feeling like a horny teenager, dying to get the girl in bed.

They decide to go into town and find a restaurant to eat at. The couple walks hand in hand through the streets, admiring the architecture and the quaintness of the town. As they stroll down the main street, they spot a small restaurant and decide to have dinner there.

After having a wonderful meal, the couple takes a stroll back to the house. When they arrive, the sun is beginning to set, bathing the world around them in a beautiful golden glow. As they step into the house, Y/N looks at Harry and says. “This is the perfect night.”

“Yes, it is.” Harry smiles. “And it's only just beginning.”

“Is that so?” Y/N smirks, her hand coming up to cup her husband's face.

“You have no idea.” Harry whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. “Go get your bikini, let's go for a swim.”

Y/N heads upstairs to the bedroom and opens her suitcase. She digs through her clothes until she finds her green string bikini. She strips down and puts it on, checking her reflection in the mirror. As she heads back downstairs, she notices her husband waiting for her by the back door, already dressed in his black swim trunks.

“God, you look good.” Harry growls, eyeing her up and down.

“Stop it, you're making me blush.” Y/N laughs, her cheeks flushing pink.

“No, seriously, you look incredible. Come here.” Harry states, reaching out for his wife.

Y/N steps into his embrace and kisses him deeply. As she pulls away, she notices the hungry look in his eyes. She knows exactly what he wants, but she's not giving in that easily.

“Come on, let's go.” Y/N states, slipping from her husband's embrace.

“Alright, fine.” Harry sighs, letting her go.

As the couple steps outside, the warm evening air hits their skin. They make their way over to the pool, and Harry steps in first. He slowly lowers himself down, the water coming up to his chest. He motions for Y/N to join him, and she does. She sits on the edge of the pool and slowly lowers herself into the water, her feet touching the bottom.

“This is nice.” Y/N smiles, looking at her husband.

“Yes, it is.” Harry nods, his eyes never leaving her.

They stay in the pool for a while, just enjoying the feeling of the water and the warmth of the night. As they swim around, Y/N's eyes wander over her husband's toned body, taking in the sight of him as he's floating on top of the water.

“Are you enjoying the view, love?” Harry asks, catching her gaze.

“Maybe.” Y/N smirks.

“Come on, let's go relax in the hot tub.” Harry states, his hand reaching out to take hers. Y/N follows him over to the hot tub and steps in. The hot water instantly relaxes her muscles, and she lets out a content sigh.

“This is heaven.” Y/N sighs, her head resting back against the edge of the tub.

“Mmm, it is.” Harry agrees, his eyes taking in the sight of her. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun, her skin glistening from the moisture. The way her breasts are just peeking out of the water, he's getting hard just looking at her.

“Harry, stop staring at me like that.” Y/N states, opening one eye and peering at her husband.

“I can't help it, you're so beautiful.” Harry smiles, his eyes locked with hers.

“Charmer.” Y/N giggles, closing her eye.

As she relaxes in the hot tub, her mind starts wandering. She begins thinking about her husband, and all the things she wants to do to him. She knows he's watching her, and it's turning her on. She can feel the heat pooling between her legs, and she squirms slightly.

She looks over at Harry, who is now leaning back against the hot tub, his eyes closed. She bites her bottom lip as she watches him. She has a perfect view of his body and can't help but admire him.

As the hot water surrounds her, she lets her hands slide over her body. She trails her fingers across her skin, and the sensation sends shivers through her. She slowly dips her fingers into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, and she carefully pushes them down her legs, trying not to gain any attention from Harry.

She puts her bottoms on the edge of the tub and pulls the strings of her top loose. She gently peels the fabric off her body, setting the top with her bottoms. As she slides back into the water, her nipples harden from the cool air hitting her skin.

As the warm water surrounds her again, she looks at Harry. He's still sitting there, his eyes closed. She can tell that he's enjoying the moment, and it's turning her on even more. She can feel her arousal growing, and she can't wait to touch herself.

Her hands move down her body and slip under the water as she sets her feet on the seat next to her. Her fingers brush against her clit, sending a wave of pleasure through her. She slowly rubs herself, teasing her clit and feeling her pussy get wet.

She watches Harry, wanting to see his reaction when he sees her. She continues rubbing herself, her fingers now moving down to her entrance. She pushes one finger inside her, and then two. She can feel how wet she is, and she moans softly as she fucks herself with her fingers.

She can't help but wonder if Harry can hear her, or if he can tell what she's doing. She wants him to look at her, to see her pleasuring herself. She wants him to see how turned on she is, and she wants him to touch her.

Her fingers are still inside her pussy as she's fucking herself with them. Her other hand is on her clit, rubbing herself in circles. She can feel her orgasm building, and she's not going to last much longer.

She lets out a moan as her fingers pump in and out of her, the pleasure building. Harry's eyes finally fly open, and he looks over at her, his mouth dropping open as he sees her touching herself.

“Fuck, babe.” Harry whispers, his eyes locked on her.

“Harry...” Y/N moans, her fingers still buried deep inside her.

“You're so fucking hot.” Harry groans, his cock straining against his swim trunks. He's quick to pull the fabric down his legs, his erection springing free. He wraps his hand around his cock and begins stroking himself, his eyes never leaving her.

Y/N doesn't know how to reply, but she can feel her orgasm approaching, and her moans are becoming louder. She looks at her husband, his eyes dark with lust.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” Harry asks, his voice husky.

“Yes...I'm going to come.” Y/N pants, her fingers working faster.

“Then come for me.” Harry growls, his gaze locked with hers.

“Oh, fuck...” Y/N cries, her fingers pumping in and out of her faster.

“That's it, baby, come for me.” Harry coaxes, his hand stroking his cock faster.

Y/N can feel her orgasm crashing over her, and her whole body shudders as the waves of pleasure wash over her. She moans loudly, her eyes locked with her husband's. She can see how turned on he is, and it's driving her crazy.

As she comes down from her orgasm, she pulls her fingers from her pussy and brings them to her mouth. She licks her fingers clean, her eyes still locked with Harry's. He lets out a low groan, his eyes filled with desire.

“Come here.” Harry growls, his hand never leaving his cock.

Y/N moves over to him, the water splashing around her. As she gets close to him, he grabs her and pulls her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. His hard cock is pressed against her, and she can feel his need.

“Fuck me.” Y/N breathes, her arms wrapping around his neck.

“I plan to.” Harry smirks, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He guides her onto his cock, his length sliding into her wet pussy.

“Oh, god.” Y/N gasps, her eyes closing as he fills her.

“That's it, baby.” Harry groans, his hands squeezing her hips as he begins thrusting into her. Y/N can't believe how good it feels, his cock stretching her and filling her completely. She rocks her hips, matching his thrusts and letting out soft moans. She's still sensitive from her orgasm, and the sensation is driving her crazy.

Harry is in ecstasy at how amazing it feels to be inside his wife, her tight pussy gripping his cock. He can feel her juices coating him, and it's making him even harder. He leans forward, his mouth capturing hers in a heated kiss.

“You feel so fucking good.” Harry growls against her lips, his hips picking up speed. Y/N can't help but cry out, the pleasure almost too much for her to handle.

“Oh, god...Harry...” Y/N pants, her eyes squeezing shut as his cock drives into her.

“I love hearing you say my name like that.” Harry groans, one of his hands cupping her breast while the other one remains on her hips, pushing her up and down his cock.

“Please...” Y/N moans, her voice breathy and needy.

“What do you want, baby?” Harry asks, his hand moving to pinch her nipple.

“Harder...faster.” Y/N pleads, her head falling back at the feeling of his fingers on her.

“As you wish.” Harry chuckles. He pulls her off his lap, and guides her to the side of the tub, placing her with both knees on the seat, her ass in the air. “Hold on, baby.” Harry groans, standing behind her. He grabs her hips and pushes his cock inside her once more.

“Fuck, yes.” Y/N moans as his cock fills her again. Her hands grip the edge of the tub for leverage, her back arching.

Harry's fingers dig into her hips as he pounds into her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She can feel him hitting her G-spot, and it's driving her wild.

“That's it, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Harry growls. He slaps her ass hard, the sting making her moan. He does it again, and again, each time harder than the last until there is a visible red handprint on her skin.

“Harry, you're so fucking good for me.” Y/N whines, the pleasure building quickly.

“You like this, don't you? You like it when I fuck you like this.” Harry growls.

“Yes, yes, please.” Y/N begs, her orgasm approaching.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard.” Harry grunts, his thrusts becoming faster. “And then I'm going to spill my cum deep inside your tight little pussy.”

“Oh, god, yes!” Y/N moans, her walls contracting around him. “I'm going to come, Harry.”

“Yes, you are.” Harry says, his hands digging into her hips. “Now, come for me.”

With a loud moan, Y/N's orgasm washes over her, her pussy clenching around him.

“Fuck, that's it.” Harry groans. He pumps into her a few more times, and then his cock pulses, spurting his hot seed deep inside her just like he promised.

As her orgasm fades, Y/N falls against the edge of the tub, exhausted and satisfied. She can feel Harry's cum dripping down her thighs, and she loves it.

“You're such a minx.” Harry laughs, leaning over her and pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“What can I say, you bring out the worst in me.” Y/N jokes.

“Mm, well I'm glad I can be of service.” Harry smirks, his hands running up and down her sides.

Ever since then, she has been having a lot of naughty dreams about him. She would dream of him fucking her in every way possible. She wanted him to destroy her pussy and fill her up with his cum. She would always wake up feeling dirty and needy.

Her father and Harry are close friends and she would often see him at their house. She tried not to make it obvious that she had the hots for him but he could see right through her. He could tell that she was attracted to him and wanted to fuck him. He felt the same way. Every time he saw her, he had the urge to just bend her over and fuck her right there. Her beauty was unmatched and her body was perfect.

But neither of them acted on their urges. They both knew that if they did, it would ruin everything. So, they kept it hidden, they never said a word about it. And they never did anything, except for the occasional glances and the flirty smiles.

Until one day, her father invited Harry to tag along on a family vacation to Greece. It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation and her father thought it would be a great opportunity for Harry to get away from his busy life and spend some quality time with him.

On the flight to Greece, Y/N was sitting next to her father while Harry was sitting behind them. She could feel his eyes on her the whole time. She was wearing a tight-fitting tank top and shorts that showed off her ass. She knew she was being a tease but she couldn't help it, she wanted him to look at her.

As soon as they land, they all go to their hotel and check in. Y/N's room was in between her parents and Harry's. Her father suggested that they all have dinner together in an hour so everyone can get settled in. Y/N goes to her room and unpacks her luggage, then takes a quick shower. After the shower, she decides to wear a short white sundress. She knows the dress is a little revealing but she wants to look good for Harry.

After a while, Y/N makes her way to the hotel restaurant and finds her parents and Harry waiting for her at their table. Harry can't help but stare at Y/N. Her sundress hugs her body perfectly, showing off her curves. He can't help but imagine what it would feel like to run his hands up her thighs and underneath her dress, or to pull the straps down and expose her breasts.

She sits down next to Harry and tries to focus on the menu. But she can't help but notice how close he is to her. She can smell his cologne and it's driving her crazy. She tries to control herself and not think about him, but it's so hard. Especially when he leans over and whispers in her ear.

“You look beautiful tonight.”

She tries to ignore the shivers running down her spine and thanks him for the compliment. He leans back in his seat, still looking at her. His gaze is intimidating but also arousing. She squirms in her seat and tries to calm down.

“Are you okay?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, I'm fine.” She replies, trying to keep her voice steady.

“You sure?” He asks with a smirk on his face.

“Y-yes.” She says, biting her lip.

The waiter arrives and takes their orders. Y/N's parents make small talk with Harry and the conversation flows naturally. But Y/N can't seem to focus on the conversation, all she can think about is how close Harry is and how she wants him to touch her.

Y/N's hungry and needs something to distract her from her thoughts. As she's eating, she feels a hand on her thigh. She looks over and sees Harry's hand resting on her bare skin. Her heart skips a beat and she can feel the heat rising to her cheeks. He gives her a knowing smile and starts rubbing his hand up and down her thigh.

She looks at her parents and they're both too engrossed in the conversation to notice what's happening. She looks back at Harry and he winks at her. She's shocked by his boldness. She bites her lip and tries not to moan as he continues to rub her thigh.

Y/N is enjoying the feeling of his hand on her skin, but she knows she has to stop him. She can't risk her parents catching them and ruining everything. She grabs his wrist and pushes his hand away. He smirks at her and leans back in his seat.

Suddenly, she lost all appetite and wanted something else. Something that only he could give her.

“Excuse me, I need to use the lady's room.” She says as she gets up from her seat.

Harry smirks as he watches her walk away. Her sundress hugs her ass perfectly and her legs are toned and tan. She walks past the other guests and enters the restroom. She locks herself in a stall and leans against the door, trying to catch her breath. She can't believe what just happened. Her panties are soaked and she can't stop thinking about Harry.

Y/N is frustrated. She wants him. She needs him. She can't take it anymore. She opens the stall door and steps out. She looks at herself in the mirror and takes a deep breath before she splashes some water on her face. She can't let him get to her. She has to stay strong.

Once she returns to the table, her parents are finished with their meal. They say goodnight and head up to their room. Y/N feels a sense of relief that her parents didn't notice anything going on between her and Harry. But then she remembers that he is still there. Y/N sits down and avoids his gaze.

“Something wrong?” He asks.

“N-no, I'm fine.”

“You seem nervous.”

“I'm not nervous.” She lies.

He raises an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure.” She says, meeting his gaze.

“I don't believe you.” He says, giving her a knowing smile.

She tries to hide her arousal. “You're wrong.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. He knows for a fact that she's lying. He can see the blush on her cheeks and the way she squirms in her seat. She's horny and he knows it.

“You know, if there's something on your mind, you can tell me.” He says, looking into her eyes. She bites her lip and looks away. She can't look at him or else she'll lose her composure. “I'm serious, you can tell me anything.”

She hesitates. “I... I don't know.”

“Come on, I'm not gonna judge.”

She looks at him and he gives her an encouraging smile. She takes a deep breath. “It's just... I...” She trails off. She can't tell him what's on her mind. It's too embarrassing.

“You can trust me.” He says.

“I...” She looks down at the table.

He leans closer. “Tell me.”

She bites her lip and looks up at him. He gives her a reassuring smile and she decides to be honest with him. “I... I want you.”

“Oh yeah?” He says, leaning back in his seat. He seems amused. “And what exactly do you want from me?”

She blushes and looks away. “I-I don't know.”

“Yes you do.”

She looks at him. His face is inches away from hers and his green eyes are locked onto hers. She can't look away. She bites her lip and takes a deep breath. She has to be honest with him, but it seems as if the words are stuck in her throat.

“Come on, let's go for a walk.” He says, getting up from his seat.

She nods and follows him out of the restaurant. They walk outside and onto the beach. It's a beautiful night and the moonlight reflects on the ocean. There's no one around, just them. They walk in silence for a while until he breaks the silence. “So, are you gonna tell me what's on your mind or not?”

She stops walking and looks at him. His eyes are intense and she can feel the heat rising to her face. “I... I want you to kiss me.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Just a kiss?”

“No...”

“What else do you want?” He asks, stepping closer to her.

She bites her lip and looks away. He gently places his fingers under her chin and turns her face toward his. She looks up at him and sees that he's serious. He's not joking around. He wants her too.

“Tell me.” He says, his voice low and husky. “Or should I say what I think you want?”

She swallows hard and nods. “Please.”

“I thought so.” He says, smirking. “I think you want more than just a kiss. I think you want me to touch you. To feel you. To taste you.”

She gasps and her eyes widen. She can't believe what he just said. She's never heard such filthy words come out of his mouth. She looks into his eyes and sees the lust and hunger in them. She can't believe that he's this aroused and turned on by her.

“I think you wanted all those things for quite some time now, hm? Because I've seen the way you look at me. And I bet you've seen the way I look at you. Tell me, how many times have you touched yourself while thinking of me? How many times have you come while thinking of my cock inside you? Hm?”

She can't believe what she's hearing. Her panties are soaked and her pussy is throbbing. She needs him. Now. He can see the desperation in her eyes and he can't help himself anymore. He grabs her by the waist and pulls her close. Their lips are inches apart and she can feel his breath on her face.

“Please.” She begs.

“You beg so nicely. But you don't give me answers. Tell me, Y/N, how many times?”

“A-all the time.”

“That's right.” He growls. He captures her lips in a hungry kiss. She moans into his mouth and wraps her arms around his neck. She can't believe this is finally happening. He grabs her by the hips and pushes her up against a big rock on the beach. He grinds his erection against her, showing her how hard he is. He moves his lips to her neck and bites her skin. She gasps and closes her eyes.

“Fuck, I've been wanting this for so long.” He growls.

“M-me too.” She moans.

He pushes his hands under her dress and grabs her ass. He squeezes her flesh and kisses her neck. “You have no idea how bad I want you. Your body drives me crazy. I can't stop thinking about you. All day. Every day.”

She moans and pushes her body closer to his. She can't get enough of him. She needs more. She pulls away and looks into his eyes. “Then take me.”

He grabs her and pulls her over his shoulder. He carries her away from the beach and towards the hotel. He quickly enters his room and locks the door behind him. He puts her down on the bed and looks at her. She can't believe this is happening. He takes off his shirt exposing his ink. She bites her lip as she looks at his body. He's even more muscular than she thought. His chest is broad and his abs are defined. He climbs on top of her and kisses her lips. She runs her hands down his chest and squeezes his biceps.

“You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this.” He growls. “How many nights I've dreamed of this.”

She moans and closes her eyes. He pushes the fabric off her dress up her legs and over her head before he kisses her stomach. She moans as his tongue traces circles around her belly button. She grabs his hair and pushes him lower. He kisses her inner thighs and she gasps.

“So now you do know how to tell me what you want.”

“I'm so sorry.” She whimpers.

“Don't be sorry, baby, I'm gonna give you everything you want and more.” He pulls her panties down her legs and tosses them on the floor. She moans as he spreads her legs wide and licks her wet folds. He growls and sucks her clit. She cries out and bucks her hips. He holds her down and flicks his tongue against her sensitive nub.

“You taste so fucking good.” He groans.

“Please don't stop.” She moans.

“Never.” He growls.

She grabs his hair and arches her back. He sucks her clit harder and pushes a finger inside her tight hole. She gasps and moans his name. He adds another finger and stretches her walls. He curls his fingers and hits her G-spot. Cries fall from her lips and she can't take it anymore. She screams his name and explodes. Her juices flow down his fingers and onto the bed. He doesn't stop licking her pussy. He keeps sucking and licking and fingering her until she gives in and collapses on the bed.

“Such a fucking good girl.” He growls.

She looks up at him, surprised at the effect his words have on her. She can feel her pussy dripping down her legs. He smiles and unbuckles his pants. She can't believe her eyes. He's huge. His cock is hard and thick. He strokes himself and her mouth waters.

“Do you want a taste?” He asks.

She nods.

“Ask nicely.”

“P-please.” She whimpers.

“What is it, baby?” He asks, teasing her.

“Please let me taste your cock.”

“You want my cock in your mouth? You want me to fuck your pretty little mouth? Make you gag and choke on my big cock?”

She eagerly nods and bites her lip. “Yes, please.”

“Come sit here and open your mouth.” He orders, motioning to the floor in front of him. She crawls off the bed and kneels between his legs. He lifts her head with his finger and teases her lips with his tip. She opens her mouth and lets him push his cock inside. He groans and throws his head back. She sucks him greedily and strokes his shaft with her hand.

“Fuck, you're good at this. Such a good girl. You're a natural. Take more of me, baby.” He groans.

She takes him deeper and moans. She loves the way he tastes and the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She wraps her hand around the base of his shaft and jerks him off. She looks up at him and meets his gaze. He looks down at her and growls, her innocent eyes driving him wild.

“Take all of me.” He orders. She gags and her eyes water, but she doesn't stop. She wants to be good for him.

“Such a good girl. Come here.” He orders, pulling her up and pushing her on the bed. He climbs on top of her and looks her in the eyes. “We do have a small problem as I wasn't quite expecting to fuck you tonight and didn't bring any protection.”

“It's okay, I'm on the pill.” She says.

“Oh? I guess we can be irresponsible then.” He kisses her and grabs her legs. He puts her ankles over his shoulders and pushes his cock inside her.

She gasps and digs her nails into his arms. “Fuck, you're so big.”

“You can take it.” He growls, slamming his cock into her tight pussy. She cries out and grips the sheets. He pulls out and slams back in. His cock stretches her walls and fills her completely. She moans and writhes beneath him.

“Does my cock make you feel good?”

“Y-yes.”

“Tell me.”

“Your cock feels so good inside me.”

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you with my big cock?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” She cries.

“You wanna come on my cock, baby?”

“Please.”

He pounds her hard and fast. She cries out and her legs tremble. He growls and slams his cock deep inside her, hitting her clit with his pelvic bone. She screams and convulses.

“Come for me.” He growls.

She does as she's told and comes hard. Her juices flow down her legs and her pussy squeezes his cock. He groans and his cock pulses.

“Fuck.” He grunts, quickly pulling out so he won't come. “You're not done yet.”

“Please, I can't take anymore.”

“I told you, you're not done.” He turns her over and pulls her ass up. He spanks her and grabs her hips. He slides his cock into her pussy and fucks her from behind. She moans and hides her face in the sheets, in an attempt to muffle her moans. He slaps her ass and grabs a handful of her hair.

“Keep you're head up, I wanna hear you.” He orders as he pulls her hair to force her to look up.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now that's a good girl.” He says proudly. Hearing her calling him Sir was something else. It stirs something deep inside him, making him already think about the next time he's going to sink his cock deep inside of her. He continues to fuck her hard and fast, making her scream.

“That's right, baby, scream for me. Let everyone know how good I'm fucking you. You're mine. You belong to me.”

She whimpers and trembles. He fucks her harder and she screams louder. He loves the sound of her voice. The sound of her screaming his name. She cries out and her knees buckle. Her legs shake and her pussy spasms.

“You gonna come for me again? Huh, baby?”

“Yes!” She moans, her pussy is so sensitive that she doesn't even need the stimulation on her clit to reach another climax.

“Come on, come for me. Make my cock all wet.” He growls, never has Harry experienced such a strong connection to a woman. Usually it's always just him and his thoughts, but right now, with her, he wants her to know who she belongs to, and he can only hope that she feels the same.

Her body goes rigid and her back arches. She screams and her pussy squeezes his cock. Her juices flow down her thighs and onto the bed.

“Fuck, yes. So good, baby. Keep coming for me. Squeeze my cock.”

“Y-yes, Sir.” She moans.

“Good girl. Fuck.” He growls, unable to hold his release any longer.

“F-fuck.” She whimpers. “C-come inside me, Sir. Fill me up. Please.”

He groans and explodes, filling her up with his hot cum. She moans and falls forward, her arms unable to support her. He holds her hips up and thrusts a few more times before pulling out. Her pussy contracts and more of his cum leaks out of her. He leans down and licks her sensitive slit, cleaning her up. She moans and writhes beneath him.

“You are one hell of a woman, Y/N.” He says, kissing her cheek and collapsing beside her.

“You're not so bad yourself, Styles.” She says, giving him a smile and cuddling into him.

“Let's go take a shower.” He says, getting up.

“But it's so late.” She protests.

“Come on.” He says, picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom. He turns on the shower and steps in. He pulls her in and holds her close.

“Thank you.” She says, blushing.

“For what?”

“For making me feel beautiful. For making me feel special. For...making me feel.”

“No one has ever made you feel?” He asks, tilting her chin up so he can look into her eyes.

She shakes her head. “Not like this.”

“Well, you deserve to be treated like the good girl you are.” He says placing a soft kiss on top of her head.

“Thank you.”

“Now, let's get cleaned up.”

“Yes, Sir.” She says, teasingly.

He smiles and kisses her lips. He lathers her body and washes her hair. She moans and enjoys the sensation. She can't remember the last time someone touched her so gently and lovingly. He massages her scalp and she closes her eyes.

“That feels amazing.” She says.

“Good.”

He rinses her off and she does the same for him. They get out and dry off. Harry gives her his shirt to sleep in and they climb into bed. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. She rests her head on his chest and closes her eyes.

“Harry?”

“Yes, love?”

“What are we doing tomorrow? You know, with my parents?”

“Well, I'm hoping that we're going to have another mind-blowing night, but I don't know what we're going to tell your parents.”

“Do we have to tell them anything?” She asks, tracing her fingers across his chest.

“Not if you don't want to. It's none of their business. This is our thing.”

“You're right.” She says, nodding.

“I usually am.” He says, smirking.

She laughs and playfully swats his chest. “Whatever.”

“Don't forget who you're talking to, little one.” He warns.

“I will never forget who I'm talking to, Sir.”

“That's my good girl.”

“I won't be able to hold back.” Harry's voice is rough with desire as he lays her down on his bed, climbing on top of her.

“Then don't.” Y/N pulls him closer, their lips colliding in a passionate kiss. Harry's hands roam her body, tugging at her clothing. He wants to feel her bare skin against his. He needs to feel her.

“Tell me you're mine.” Harry murmurs, his lips brushing against hers.

“I'm yours. All yours.” Y/N promises, her heart racing.

Harry's lips trail down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. She moans, her hands gripping his shoulders. The sound spurs him on, and he tugs at her clothes, removing them. His gaze roams her body, his eyes dark with lust.

“Fuck, you're so beautiful.”

“Less talking, more touching.” Y/N teases, her hips bucking up trying to cause some friction.

Harry chuckles, his hands exploring her body, caressing every inch of her skin. His fingers trace the curve of her breasts, her nipples hardening at his touch. His lips capture hers, his tongue teasing her mouth open. She responds eagerly, her tongue dancing with his. The passion between them like a burning fire that cannot be extinguished.

“I'm going to make you mine.” Harry growls, his voice low and husky. His fingers slip to her back to unclasp her bra, tossing it somewhere in his room. He trails kisses down her chest, capturing a nipple in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the bud, eliciting a moan from Y/N.

“Oh god.” She whimpers, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Harry quickly pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His lips move to her other nipple, his tongue flicking over it before he lets go of the soft skin and blows a stream of cold air against it, causing a shiver to run through her body.

“Fuck, Harry.” She moans, her hands gripping the sheets.

Harry smirks, his hands grabbing both her breasts. He squeezes the soft flesh, kneading them in his large hands.

“You like that, don't you?”

“Y-yes.” Y/N pants, her hips bucking, wanting to feel him. Harry rolls her nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers. He pinches the buds, and she cries out, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her, all the way up to her jaw.

“God, your tits are so perfect.” He murmurs, his hands caressing her skin. Y/N bites her lip, her hands moving to unbuckle his pants. She slides the zipper down and tugs his jeans off, revealing his bulging boxers. He kicks his jeans away, and she runs her hand over the outline of his hard cock, causing him to hiss in pleasure.

“Take them off.” He demands, his voice thick with arousal. Y/N does as she's told, slipping her fingers into his boxers and pulling them down. His cock springs free, standing proudly. She licks her lips, her eyes wide.

“So fucking big.” She murmurs, her hand wrapping around his length. She strokes him, her pace is agonizingly slow. Harry groans, his head falling back as he enjoys her touch. She continues her ministrations, her hand sliding up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, Y/N. You're driving me crazy.” Harry moans, his fingers gripping her hair. Y/N smiles, enjoying the power she has over him. But Harry is not one to give up control easily.

“Enough teasing.” He says, his voice low and commanding. “Get naked and sit on your knees, on the floor.”

Y/N's breath hitches, the thrill of his dominant tone exciting her. She complies, climbing off the bed, undressing and getting on her knees. Harry stands in front of her after he got rid of his pants and boxers. His hand slips under her chin to guide her to his erect cock.

“Open.”

Y/N does, and his cock slips past her lips, her tongue swirling around the tip. Harry hisses, his fingers tightening in her hair. She sucks him slowly, her hand stroking what her mouth can't reach. Harry groans, his head falling back.

“Such a good girl.” He murmurs, his voice filled with praise. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Y/N moans around him, his words making her wetter. Her hand slips between her legs, and she starts rubbing her clit. The stimulation sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she moans again, the sound muffled by his cock.

“Fuck, who said you can touch yourself.” Harry curses, pulling out of her mouth. Y/N pouts, her fingers slowing down.

“Please, Daddy.” She begs, her eyes filled with desperation. Harry's cock twitches at her words.

“You're a naughty little girl, aren't you?” He grins, his fingers tangling in her hair, forcing her to look at him. Y/N nods, a hint of mischief shining in her eyes.

“Please, Daddy. I need you. I need your cock.”

“Beg for it, and I'll think about it.”

“Please, Harry, please.” Y/N begs, her voice filled with desire. “I need your big, hard cock.”

“Good girl. Although, I liked the sound of that other name better.” Harry murmurs.

“You liked when I called you Daddy?” Y/N asks, her heart pounding in her chest.

“You have no idea.” Harry's fingers untangle from her hair, his hands finding her chin again. He tilts her head up, his eyes burning with lust.

“Do it again.” He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Y/N's breathing hitches, the authority in his voice turning her on even more.

“Please give me your cock, Daddy.” She pleads, her voice low and seductive.

Harry smirks, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. “As you wish.”

He guides her mouth back onto his cock, her lips wrapping around him once more. She takes him as deep as she can, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gags slightly, the feeling sending a shiver through his body. She pulls back, her lips still wrapped around the tip and swirls her tongue around it. Harry groans, his fingers gripping her hair tightly.

“Fuck, you're so good at this.” He praises, his voice thick with arousal.

Y/N hollows her cheeks, sucking him harder. Harry's grip on her hair tightens, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her. She moans around him, her own desire growing. She continues to bob her head up and down his shaft, her pace quickening. Harry's groans grow louder as his hands grab a hold of the back of her head. He starts thrusting his hips, his cock slamming into the back of her throat.

“Oh, fuck yes!” He curses, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Harry grunts, his hips picking up speed. His cock repeatedly hits the back of her throat, and tears stream down her face. The wet sound of her gagging and slurping fills the room, the filthy noises fueling his lust.

“You like that, baby? You like it when I fuck your pretty little mouth?”

Y/N hums, her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire. Harry can't help but curse, the sight of her looking up at him, her eyes watery and her mouth full of his cock, is the hottest thing he's ever seen.

“Fuck, baby. You're gonna make me come.” He moans, his breathing ragged.

Y/N sucks harder, her tongue swirling around the tip. But Harry quickly pulls out, his cock popping out of her mouth. A string of saliva connects her mouth and his dick, and Harry can't help but groan at the erotic sight.

“You want me to fuck you now, baby?” He asks, his voice rough.

“Yes, please, Daddy.” Y/N begs, the desperation evident in her voice.

“How badly do you want it?”

“So bad, Daddy. I need your cock inside me. I'll do anything.”

Harry's hand trails down her cheek, his thumb swiping across her lips. “Anything, huh? Be a good girl and lay down for me.”

Y/N obeys, getting back on the bed and lying down. Her eyes are fixed on Harry, watching his every move.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Y/N does as she's told, spreading her legs. Harry's gaze drops to her glistening folds, and he licks his lips.

“So fucking wet.” He murmurs, his fingers slowly pumping up and down his shaft as he pushes her wetness around with his thumb.

“Please, fuck me.” Y/N begs, the hunger in her eyes almost unbearable.

“You're so needy, aren't you? So desperate for my cock.”

“Yes, yes. Please.” Y/N pleads, her hips bucking, begging for his touch. Harry grasps her thighs so he can pull her ass towards the edge of the bed. His hands slide over her legs, all the way up to her ankles to push them down on the mattress beneath her. He places a hand on each thigh, giving him the perfect view of her pussy. He runs his cock through her folds, teasing her clit, earning a whimper from her.

“Please, Daddy.”

“You beg so pretty. I like that.” He slowly pushes himself inside her, her walls stretching around him. They both groan, the feeling of her tight heat around him is almost overwhelming. Harry begins to thrust into her, setting a slow and steady pace. He wants to take his time, he wants to savour this moment.

“You're so fucking tight.” Harry grunts, his hips rocking against her. Y/N grips the sheets, her knuckles turning white. She closes her eyes, letting herself get lost in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Y/N moans, her hands roaming her own body.

“That's right, baby. You like my cock?” Harry teases, his fingers pinching her nipples.

“Oh god, yes.”

“Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it so much, Daddy.” Y/N gasps, his cock hitting the perfect spot.

“Say it again.” He says as he hits her clit with a flat hand.

“I love your cock, Daddy.”

“What else do you love?”

“I love it when you fuck me, Daddy.”

“You're such a good fucking girl.” Harry praises, his hips snapping into her. Y/N whimpers, the pressure building within her as Harry works on the sensitive bud between her legs.

“I'm close.” She whines, her fingers pinching her nipples.

“That's it, baby. Come for me.” Harry groans, his thumb rubbing her clit, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Y/N arches her back, her body trembling as she reaches her climax. Harry fingers on her clit guide her through her orgasm as his hips keep pounding into her.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Y/N cries out, her body shaking.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” Harry curses, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he feels his release starting to build.

“Come inside me, Daddy.” Y/N whimpers, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her sensitive.

“You think I'm done with you, little girl?” Harry groans, his hands holding her waist to slam his cock deep inside her.

“Oh, fuck!” Y/N cries, the feeling of his thick cock slamming into her is almost too much to bear.

“That's it, baby. You like it when I fuck your tight little cunt?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Please, Daddy.”

Harry slams his hips into hers, his cock hitting the back of her walls, making her scream in pleasure. Y/N's hands fly to his chest, her nails digging into his skin.

“Oh god, yes. Fuck me, Daddy.”

“Come here.” He grunts and without pulling himself out of her, he picks her up and wraps his arms around her. He holds her close, her breasts pressed against his chest, and begins to bounce her up and down.

“Daddy!” Y/N moans, the position causing his cock to rub against her G-spot with every thrust.

“Oh, fuck. That's it, baby. Scream for me.”

“I'm going to come.” Y/N pants, the new angle stimulating her just right.

“Not yet. Hold on.” Harry demands, his one hand squeezing her ass. Y/N's breathing is ragged, her eyes are squeezed shut. She's so close, but she tries her best to hold it off.

“That's a good girl. You're gonna be a good girl and come when Daddy tells you to, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Y/N whimpers, the feeling is almost unbearable.

“Fuck, I'm close. Come with me, baby. Come for Daddy.” Harry grunts, his hips moving at a fast pace, his cock pounding her tight pussy. Y/N cries out, the feeling overwhelming her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, and she comes undone, her walls clenching around him.

“Oh god, Harry!”

“That's it, baby. Come for Daddy.” Harry hisses, his cock pulsating. He slams his cock deep inside her, coming undone, his seed filling her. They both ride out their orgasms, the waves of pleasure taking them to the stars and back.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” Harry groans, his breathing ragged.

“It was incredible.” Y/N sighs, her body is like putty in his arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” She smiles, her eyes fluttering open.

“Good.” Harry chuckles, peppering her neck with kisses. He lays her down on the bed, his softening cock slipping out of her. Y/N lets out a small whimper, her pussy contracting in the aftershocks of their orgasms. Fluids leak out of her, dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets.

“Look what a mess you made, baby.” Harry says, his finger playing with her wetness.

“It's your fault.” Y/N says, a playful smile on her face.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, you made a mess.”

“Did I now? What should I do about it?” Harry asks, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. But Y/N shrugs, not falling for his trick.

“You don't think I should clean it up?” He raises an eyebrow, his finger slowly dragging her wetness back towards her core. Y/N bites her lip, the thought of his tongue lapping at her folds is incredibly tempting.

“Well, maybe just a little.”

“A little? Just a little bit? You mean, like this?” Harry dips his head down, his tongue swirling around her clit. Y/N gasps, the sensation sending shivers through her body.

“Or like this?” Harry teases, his lips wrapping around the bundle of nerves and sucking.

“Oh god.” Y/N whimpers, her fingers gripping his hair. Harry's hands slide underneath her, cupping her ass and lifting her up a bit. He continues to suck her clit, his tongue flicking the swollen nub. Y/N squirms, the sensation is almost too much.

“Mhm, it's a fucking treat.” Harry moans, the sound vibrating against her, his tongue circling her clit.

“Holy shit.” Y/N gasps, her back arching off the bed. Her breathing quickens, her legs start to shake, and her orgasm is close.

“Don't come, baby. We don't want more of a mess now, do we?” Harry murmurs, his tongue trailing lower, dipping into her entrance. He sucks her juices, licking her clean.

“I can't. It's too much.”

“Hold it, baby. You can do it.” Harry encourages, his lips moving back to her clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud.

“Oh god, Harry. Please.” Y/N pleads, her grip on his hair tightening.

“Okay, baby. Come for Daddy.” Harry says, his tone commanding. Y/N's walls tighten, her body trembles, and she cries out in ecstasy.

“Ahh, fuck!” She screams, her release flooding her.

“That's it, baby.” Harry praises, his tongue still working her clit, helping her through her high.

“You're so fucking amazing.”

“You taste fucking delicious.” He mutters as he keeps on lapping up their combined juices.

“Harry...” Y/N pants, her hands pushing him away. “I can't take anymore.”

“I can't resist. You're addictive.”

“Mhm, but my poor clit is numb.” She says, and Harry pulls back, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh.

“Okay, I'll stop.”

“Thank you.” She sighs, a blissful smile on her face.

Harry presses a soft kiss to her forehead, then moves down to place a gentle kiss on her lips. He looks into her eyes, a look of adoration on his face.

“You're perfect, you know that?”

“So are you.” Y/N giggles, her cheeks tinted pink.

“No, I mean it. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met.”

“I think you're biased.” She teases, a cheeky smile tugging at her lips.

“And I think you're too hard on yourself.” Harry says, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. “Now let me clean you up without making more of a mess.” He chuckles, getting up to grab a warm towel from the bathroom. He wipes her thighs, cleaning up the juices from her core and her legs. Then he moves to her stomach, wiping the sweat from her body.

“Harry, I can do this myself.” Y/N giggles, her eyes fixed on him.

“I know, but I want to.” Harry smiles, his hand trailing up her side. “There. All done.” He leans down to press a kiss to her temple.

“Thanks.”

“Anything for you.” Harry murmurs, his hand finding hers.

“Anything, huh?” Y/N smirks, her fingers intertwining with his.

“Yes, anything.” Harry chuckles, a look of contentment on his face. He throws the towel to the floor, and climbs into the bed next to her, pulling her into his arms. He nuzzles his nose into her hair, breathing in her scent.

“You smell good.”

“You got me all sweaty, I doubt that.” Y/N laughs, her arm wrapping around his on her torso.

“No, you don't. You always smell amazing.”

“You're ridiculous.”

“Let's just go sleep, love.”

“Good idea.” Y/N yawns, her body relaxing.

Harry presses a soft kiss to the top of her head, and whispers. “Goodnight, my love.”

Y/N sighs, her heart filled with happiness. “Goodnight, Harry.” ***

Y/N's eyes flutter open, the sunlight streaming through the curtains. She stretches, her muscles sore from the previous night's activities. Her eyes find Harry, his face is serene as he sleeps. She watches him for a moment, admiring his features.

“Watching me sleep, huh?” His deep voice pulls her from her thoughts, his eyes still closed.

“Maybe.” Y/N smiles, her fingers brushing the hair from his face.

“Come here.” Harry opens his eyes, pulling her closer. She snuggles into his side, her head resting on his chest.

“How did you sleep?” He asks, his arms wrapping around her.

“Amazingly. You wore me out last night.”

“Is that so?” Harry giggles, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Mhm. You were insatiable.”

“What can I say, I can't get enough of you.” Harry leans down and presses a kiss to her temple. Y/N hums, her fingers trailing down his chest. She lets her fingers brush over his nipple, a smirk tugging at her lips as she hears his sharp intake of breath.

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“Stop that.”

“Why?”

“Because it's turning me on.”

“So?”

“I'm trying to behave myself.” Harry explains, his hand coming to rest on her hip.

“Oh really?” Y/N's eyes flick up to meet his, a sly grin on her face. “You sure about that?”

“I'm serious, Y/N. I'm not going to be able to control myself if you keep doing that.”

“Who said you had to?” Y/N challenges, her hand moving to his thigh.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Harry growls, his grip on her hip tightening.

“What's wrong, Daddy?” She purrs, her hand inching closer to his cock.

“Y/N.” Harry warns, his voice low.

“Yes?”

“I think we need to talk first.” Harry says, love evitable in his voice.

“About what?”

“About us. I mean, I don't want to be just some guy you fuck on the weekends.”

“Harry.” Y/N breathes, her hand stilling.

“I'm serious, Y/N.”

“You're not just some guy I fuck. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I'm completely crazy about you.” Y/N confesses, her eyes locked with his.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

“I think I might have an idea.” She smirks as her fingers slide over his hard cock.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Harry groans, his hips bucking against her touch. “Don't. I'm trying to ask you to be my girlfriend but I can't focus like this.”

“Girlfriend?” Y/N asks, a smile spreading across her face.

“If you'll have me.”

“Of course I will, Harry.” Y/N giggles, her fingers now wrapping around his length.

“Fuck.” Harry curses, his breathing heavy. “If you don't stop that right now, I'm going to bend you over this bed and fuck you senseless.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” Y/N taunts, her fingers pumping his length.

With hesitant movements, Y/N reaches for her phone on the nightstand. The digital clock displays the harsh reality of the morning, and a myriad of messages from friends and family await her attention. But her thoughts are consumed by the uncharted territory of her emotions, the complexities of falling for someone she never expected to.

As she stares at the empty side of the bed, the weight of the situation presses upon her. A mixture of guilt and longing knots in her stomach. She wants answers, clarity, as the uncertainty of it all leaves her feeling adrift.

Slipping into a soft robe, Y/N makes her way to the kitchen, seeking comfort in the routine of morning rituals. The familiar scent of brewing coffee fills the air, a comforting embrace that does little to ease the tumult within her. On the other hand, Harry blinks, his mind still foggy from sleep, but the vivid memory of the kiss lingers like a watermark on his consciousness. The events of the previous night flood back, the laughter, the music, and the unexpected kiss with Y/N. The room around him feels different, a subtle shift in the air that mirrors the complexities of the choices made.

"What have I done?" Harry whispers to himself, the words hanging in the air like a confession to the universe.

The regret weighs on his shoulders, a heavy burden that he can't shake. He felt hard for Y/N, and the realisation leaving him grappling with the repercussions of his actions. The image of his daughter's face flashes before his eyes, a vivid reminder of the trust he had potentially broken.

The glow of the sun outside seems to dim as Harry sinks deeper into contemplation. He questions his own judgment, his choices, and the morality of his feelings. The room feels suffocating as if the walls are closing in on him.

He gets up, restlessly pacing the floor as if movement can somehow alleviate the internal turmoil. The vulnerability of his own emotions clashes with the weight of responsibility, and Harry finds himself caught in a web of conflicting allegiances.

With a deep exhale, he reached for his phone on the coffee table, fingers dancing over the familiar surface. He found Mitch's contact, he’s desperate for some distraction.

*** The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across Harry's living room. The anticipation of the Halloween party that night is in the air, and Harry is determined to transform his home into a haunted haven. Armed with bags full of decorations, he goes to work, eager to create an atmosphere that would send shivers down his guests' spines.

He begins with the entrance, draping the doorway with tattered black curtains that rustle in the faint breeze. A creaky sign, adorned with cobwebs, read "Enter if you dare." Harry grins as he hangs it, imagining the suspense that will greet his friends as they approach.

Moving into the main living area, he strategically places flickering faux candles in every corner, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The soft, dancing light adds a touch of mystery, making the room feel both enchanting and ominous. Harry carefully arranges spooky figurines on tabletops, ghostly spirits, skeletal hands reaching out, and miniature witches stirring cauldrons.

The centrepiece of the room is a large, carved pumpkin, its wicked grin illuminated from within by another flickering faux candle. Harry had spent hours meticulously carving a sinister face, and as the candlelight flickered, the room seems to come alive with an otherworldly glow. Pumpkins of varying sizes adorn every available surface, each carved with unique, menacing designs.

As Harry decorates the place, he plays a haunting playlist in the background, creaking doors, ghostly whispers, and spine-chilling music that echoes through the rooms. The sound mingles with the scent of pumpkin spice candles, creating an immersive experience that transports anyone who enters into a world of spectral delights.

The dining table is a focal point for Harry's creativity. Black and orange tablecloths lay on the surface, and a macabre feast awaited his guests. A skull-shaped punch bowl filled with a bubbling concoction, candy corn scattered like confetti, and a graveyard cake that looks almost too spooky to eat.

As the final touches fall into place, Harry steps back to admire his work. The room has been transformed into a Halloween wonderland, a place where the line between the living and the supernatural blurred. Satisfied with the eerie ambience, he can't wait for the first knock on the door, signalling the arrival of his friends who are about to step into a night of thrills and chills at his meticulously decorated Halloween party.

There’s one last thing he needs to do, get dressed in his costume for tonight. He stands in front of the mirror as he adjusts the collar of the leather jacket he had bought. Tonight, he isn’t just Harry. He is transforming into the iconic Danny Zuko from Grease for his party.

The jacket fits snugly, and he can’t help but flash a confident grin at his reflection. With a quick swipe, he runs his fingers through his hair, attempting to capture the effortlessly cool look that defines the character. His hair, usually brown and curly, now sprayed with a black colour and up in a pompadour. 

The only thing missing from his look is a pair of sleek, black sunglasses. Harry dons the shades, looking at himself in the mirror once more. The transformation is complete. He can’t help but chuckle at the unexpected confidence that seems to accompany the costume. 

*** Y/N’s apartment buzzes with excitement as she and Olivia prepare for the Halloween party as well. The scent of hairspray and make-up is thick in the air. The living room transformed into a makeshift dressing area. And the bathroom vanity is scattered with countless make-up items.

Olivia sits on the sofa, giggling as she attempts to fix a blonde pigtail to the side of her head, emulating the signature look of Baby Spice. 

“So, Liv, what do you say?” Y/N asks as she walks out with her nearly completed look. “Do you think I can pull off the ‘90s Britney look?” 

“Abso-fucking-lutely! You look hot as fuck.” Olivia grins, glancing up from her own struggles. “Now, help me with this pigtail, will you?”

Y/N quickly joins Olivia on the sofa, carefully securing the pigtail in place. They both erupt into laughter as they look at each other in their outfits. Y/N with her Britney Spears schoolgirl charm and Olivia with her Baby Spice nostalgia.

The room echoes with '90s pop hits playing from a Bluetooth speaker, creating an infectious atmosphere of throwback vibes. Y/N can't resist channelling her inner pop diva, twirling around the room and mouthing the lyrics to Britney's hits. Olivia, with a hairbrush microphone in hand, joins in the impromptu karaoke session.

They perfect their looks. Y/N's costume includes knee-high socks, a white button-down shirt tied at the midriff with a sexy black bra underneath, and the unmistakable plaid skirt. Olivia, on the other hand, sports a bubblegum pink minidress, platform sneakers, and the two-toned pigtails that define Baby Spice's style.

"Okay, we're officially ready to own this Halloween party!" Y/N declares, and Olivia nods enthusiastically.

“Go get your overnight bag so we can go!” Olivia says.

*** The night is alive with the sounds of laughter and music as Y/N and Olivia make their way over to Harry’s house. The buzz of excitement and anticipation fills the air. They step out of her car and the street echoes with the distant laughter of fellow partygoers. 

As they approach Harry’s front door, decked with eerie decorations, Y/N felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. She can’t shake the memories of their first kiss, it’s all she’s been thinking about for the past week. Olivia, oblivious to her inner turmoil, tugs her towards the entrance.

The door swings open, revealing the transformed interior. Harry, dressed as Danny Zuko, greets them with a grin that falters for the briefest moment when his eyes meet Y/N’s. The air seems to crackle with an unspoken tension as their gazes lock. 

“Welcome to the party, you two! Both of you look absolutely gorgeous!” Harry exclaims, the words a little breathless as he admires Y/N’s costume. “Thanks, Dad! You’re rocking the Danny look.” Olivia replies with a playful twirl, oblivious to the subtle exchange of looks between Y/N and Harry.

Y/N manages a smile, her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to quell the nervous energy coursing through her. The connection between her and Harry feels palpable. 

Olivia takes Y/N’s overnight bag off her shoulder and goes off to drop it in the guest bedroom, leaving her alone with Harry. As she turns around, prepared to find herself a drink, she is stopped by his strong hand around her wrist. “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me, okay? And no one knows.” He reassures her, as if he can sense her apprehension and understands the thoughts racing through her mind after their reunion. “I’ll do my best.” She responds with a smile, nodding in agreement.

Olivia gracefully reenters the room, her expression carrying a hint of consideration. 

“Hey, just a heads up.” She begins with a warm smile. “I placed your bag in the guest bedroom. You know, with Timmy sleeping here tonight, I thought it might get a bit cramped in my room. Hope that’s cool with you.”

“Of course, no problem. Let’s go get a drink, I’m thirsty.”

*** The party pulses with energy, the room filled with costumes, laughter and loud music. The girls find themselves in the midst of the festivities, surrounded by friends who are all dressed up as different characters.

Olivia twirls on the makeshift dancefloor, her blonde pigtails bouncing to the beat. Y/N joins in the dance, their infectious enthusiasm drawing the attention of other partygoers. 

As Y/N dances, lost in the rhythm of the music, Harry can’t help but marvel at the way the costume brings out her confidence and playfulness. He observes her with an intensity that borders on obsession. His gaze traces the contours of the outfit that hugs her figure perfectly. The plaid skirt sways with every step and the playful bounce in her ponytail added an extra layer of allure.

Timmy decks out in a whimsical costume that combines elements of a mad scientist and a disco dancer. He gets an A on creativity but the outfit simply doesn’t make any sense. However, he still manages to look amazing.

“You ladies are stealing the show! Mind if I join the dance party?” He asks with a playful grin. 

“Jump in, Timmy! The more, the merrier!” Y/N exclaims, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she continues to dance to the music. Soon the group expands as Lena and Chris join the lot. Lena, clad in a wicked witch costume and Chris, rocking a classic vampire look. 

As the evening progresses, Y/N and Harry find themselves in several chance encounters, their eyes meeting and lingering for a fraction longer than necessary, or coincidentally finding themselves refilling their drinks simultaneously,  just like they are doing at this very moment.

They find themselves in the kitchen, an area less crowded than the rest of the house, away from the pulsating music. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows, creating an intimate atmosphere. Their eyes meet, and a knowing smile plays on Harry’s lips. 

“Y/N.” He breathes, the sound of his voice sends a shiver down her spine. “You look amazing.” His eyes subtly trace the curves of her costume, coming to a rest on her cleavage. She definitely opted to dress as Britney to showcase a bit of allure, and it seems her plan is working.

“Harry, have you taken a good look at yourself?” She chuckles, the corners of her mouth lifting in amusement. The flickering candles and the distant laughter of the Halloween party add an element of enchantment to the scene. His choice of black jeans, an unexpected departure from his usual wardrobe, is eye-opening. The gradual shedding of the leather jacket reveals his rugged yet refined allure. Y/N can't help but appreciate the snug fit of the black tank top, which showcases his well-defined muscles and captivating tattoos. However, what truly has her swooning is the unexpected dark shade of his hair. It's a detail she didn't anticipate, yet it adds a layer of sexiness that perfectly complements his overall look, leaving her pleasantly surprised. 

“It's been a week since... you know.” Harry’s eyes hold a warmth that mirrored the flickering candlelight around them.

“Yeah, the kiss.” Y/N’s cheeks flush with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, a shy smile playing on her lips. The memory of their first kiss fills her brain, creating an unspoken connection between them.

“Exactly.” He nods, a lopsided grin appearing. “Can’t seem to get it out of my mind.”

A soft chuckle escapes Y/N as she looks into his eyes, finding comfort in the shared sentiment. “Me neither. It was… unexpected. But so, so good.” The air seems to shimmer with unspoken possibilities as they lock eyes before Harry breaks the silence. 

“Britney Spears never looked so captivating.” He winks at her before he walks off with a refilled glass in hand.

*** As the night goes on, the party begins to wind down. The laughter and music gradually subsides, leaving a quiet echo in the dimly lit room. The flickering faux candles still cast dancing shadows on the walls. 

I think it’s time for us to call it a night.” Timmy yawns, stretching an arm overhead. Olivia nods in agreement as she wraps an arm around his waist. 

“Yeah, I’m ready to hit the hay as well. It’s been an amazing night.” Y/N says before she finishes her drink and makes her way to the guest bedroom. 

Inside, Y/N starts to change out of her costume and into her pyjamas. With a content sigh, she pulls back the covers of the bed revealing its inviting comfort. The warmth of the blankets cocoons her as she recounts the highlights of the night. 

Despite the quietude of the night, her mind dances with thoughts, each one leading her back to Harry. The memories of the party play like a vivid reel, the warmth of his gaze, the shared laughter and the lingering flashbacks of their first kiss. Her heart seems to echo the rhythm of those moments and as she stares into the darkness, sleep passes by. Contemplating the territory Harry and herself had entered, she lay there fully awake. 

Y/N decides to break the restlessness by slipping out of her bed. The soft creak of the door echoes through the corridor and she makes her way to the dimly lit bathroom. The cool tiles beneath her bare feet are a contrast to the warmth that settles in her mind. She quickly goes to the toilet and washes her hands. Looking at herself in the reflection of the mirror, she splashes a bit of water on her face, trying to wash away the thoughts that held her awake. 

Harry also finds himself in a web of sleeplessness. The mere thought of Y/N’s proximity and solitude keeps him awake. He is craving a repeat of last week, dying to get his lips on hers again. 

When the door to Y/N’s room opened, a symphony of heightened sense envelope him. The soft sound reverberates through the quietness, acting as a magnetic pull on Harry’s attention. His ears perk up, catching the delicate cadence of her footsteps as she moves towards the bathroom. 

When he hears the distinct click of the faucet being turned off, Harry rises from his bed. The doors in front of both of them are opened simultaneously, creating a coincidental collision, or that’s what Harry likes Y/N to think. Now face to face in the moonlit hallway, the intensity of the moment palpable as Harry strides over to her, closing the distance between them.

He cups her cheeks with an almost urgent gentleness, the heat of his palms mirroring the passion that ignited between them. With confidence, he pressed her flush against the bathroom door, their eyes locked in a magnetic exchange. Without hesitation, Harry’s lips descend upon hers, capturing her in a kiss that transcends the boundaries of longing and unleashes a torrent of pent-up desire.

Y/N’s hands, acting on instinct, find solace in the fabric of his pyjama shirt, pulling him impossibly closer as the bathroom door served as a silent witness to the unspoken chemistry that had brought them to this electrifying moment.

The magnetic force between them intensified. Fueled by an insatiable desire, Harry, his hands still cradling Y/N’s flushed cheeks seamlessly transitions into a more intimate embrace. With a surge of strength and longing, he lifts her effortlessly, the warmth of her body melting into his. 

Swept up in the passionate current, Y/N instinctively wraps her legs around his waist, their connection deepening with every heartbeat. The quiet hallway becomes a backdrop to their shared urgency as Harry, with the girl secured in his arms, embarks on a determined journey to his bedroom. 

The soft rustle of fabric and the muted sounds of their mingling breaths echo through his dimly lit room. Each step bears witness to the unbridled intensity of the moment, as they succumb to the magnetic pull of their desire and lust.

The air in the room seems to hum with anticipation, and the undeniable connection that had been brewing between Harry and Y/N for weeks was on the precipice of becoming something more profound. Their kiss from the previous week had only been the beginning of the magic energy that now envelopes them.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N?” Harry’s voice, a mere breath above a whisper, cut through the charged atmosphere. His lips had reluctantly parted from hers, leaving her yearning for their warmth.

I am, Harry. I’ve never been more sure about anything.” Y/N softly whines as a response. She couldn’t resist pulling his face back to hers, sealing her affirmation with a warm, lingering kiss.

“I want this too. More than anything.” Harry confesses, his fingers taking a firm hold of hers, his touch sending a thrill through her.

Moving towards the bed, Harry cradles Y/N in his arms with careful tenderness before he gently lays her down, it’s as if she were a fragile piece of porcelain. Nestling himself on top of her, their legs intertwined, he embarks on a journey of kisses, tracing a path from her mouth down to the delicate curve of her neck. 

“I’m nervous.” Y/N confesses, her voice a soft admission that hung in the quiet room.

“Me too, love.” Harry’s gaze softens with understanding. “But I promise, we’ll take it slow. No rush.”

“Okay.” Y/N nods with a gentle smile playing on her lips. 

Harry can’t help but grin at how cute she looks, with her nose scrunched up in an adorable manner. She is the embodiment of beauty and it took his breath away.

Leaning in, he presses his lips to hers in a slow and deliberate kiss. His fingers trail lightly along her arms, sending pleasant shivers across her skin. Y/N sighs into the kiss and Harry takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past her lips. A moan escapes from her as their tongues brush against one another. Her fingers thread through his soft curls, the silky strands slipping effortlessly through her fingertips.

As their kiss deepens, Y/N felt a familiar tugging sensation in her lower abdomen. The feeling intensifies and a small moan slips past her lips. It had been months since she had any kind of physical intimacy and her body craved Harry like a drug.

Harry broke the kiss and stares down at her with his pupils blowing wide. A low groan rumbles from the depths of his chest. Y/N can feel the evidence of his arousal against her thigh and her heart races as her fingers fumble with the hem of his shirt. Harry shrugs it off, revealing the smooth, hard abs on his torso. She can’t resist running her hands along the contours of his defined muscles.

Leaning forward, he kisses her once more. She arched into him as his hand slipped underneath her shirt. Her body trembles with desire when his large hand cups her breast before pulling the material up and over her head.

Y/N watches his eyes travel down to her exposed flesh, a flush creeping into her cheeks. Her heart flutters when he meets her gaze and a look of pure adoration passes between them.

Harry smiles, his fingers tracing over her heated skin and he places a kiss just below her ear, making a growling sound in the process. Y/N gasps and shivers, the feeling of his stubble against her neck and his soft lips trailing kisses across her throat as she pants and clutches his shoulders.

He shifts slightly, his fingers reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. His eyes are dark with lust and his breathing rags as the lacy fabric falls away from her breasts. She can’t stop the blush that spread across her face and down her chest. She has to avert her eyes as his gaze burns into her.

“You’re fucking perfect.” Harry whispers, his breath tickling her ear and Y/N bites her lip as she squirms a little under his gaze.

“Harry.” She pleads, not sure what she was asking for.

Harry smiles and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her collarbone. His lips then move downward, trailing soft kisses across her chest before he stops to pay special attention to each breast. Y/N lets out a strangled cry, her back arching as he suckles on her sensitive nipple. She can’t believe this was actually happening.

He lifts his head and moves back up, hovering over her. Y/N reaches up and pulls him into a kiss with a hold on his neck. His tongue slides past her lips and she moans as his hands explore her body all over. His touch was electrifying and she was lost in the sensation. 

Y/N can’t resist the urge to grind herself against him as she feels his erection press against her core. She wants him, and she doesn’t want to wait any longer. Harry chuckles at her impatience and pulls away from her. She lets out a little whimper of protest but he just grinned.

“Patience, love.” He said, his voice low and husky. He trails a line of kisses down her stomach before his fingers hook into the waistband of her pyjama pants, pulling them down and off her legs. She gasps as Harry runs his hands along her bare legs back up to her hips. Her skin is on fire, she can feel herself getting wet. Never had she wanted anyone as much as she wanted Harry.

As she writhes under his touch, he leans down and places a gentle kiss right above her panties. Y/N whimpers and her fingers tangle in his curls. His mouth continues moving downward and she spreads her legs, giving him better access.

She is so wet, she can feel it soaking through her panties and she knows he can feel it too. He hooks his fingers into her panties and pulls them down and off her. The cool air of the room hits her, making her shiver a little. Then, his mouth is back on her and Y/N cries out in pleasure.

His tongue works wonders, swirling around her clit before plunging deep inside her. Her grip on his hair tightens as her orgasm starts to build gradually. Her hips thrust upward, trying to get as much friction as possible. She was so close.

Suddenly, he stops. Y/N blinks in surprise and looks up to see him smirking at her. She gives him a puzzled look. Then, without warning, he shoves two fingers into her. Y/N screams, the sudden penetration almost sending her over the edge. He stuffs two fingers of his free hand into her mouth in an attempt to keep her quiet as he pumps his fingers in and out of her, hitting her g-spot over and over again. Y/N bites down on his fingers as her orgasm rips through her.

She collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily as she comes down from her high. Harry smirks and pulls his fingers out of her, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean.

It takes her a moment to realize what just happened. Harry had just made her come with only his fingers. No one had ever done that to her before. And she loved it. Harry sits up and Y/N stares up at him, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

His eyes are dark and his lips are curved into a sly grin. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on her lips, his tongue swiping along her lower lip. Y/N moans into his mouth as she tastes herself. He pulls away, his eyes still dark and full of lust.

The only sound is the heavy breathing coming from both of them. Y/N is completely naked and exposed while Harry is still wearing his pyjama bottoms. He is suddenly impatient, wanting to be buried deep inside her. He stands and quickly strips off his pyjama bottoms. Y/N watches as he crawls back onto the bed, his muscles rippling with every movement. Harry hovers over her, his erection brushing against her core. He kisses her neck, then her chest, then her breasts, before he takes a nipple into his mouth.

Y/N lets out a loud moan and arches her back. Harry releases her nipple with a wet pop and chuckles.

“You like that, love?" Harry asks and she can only nod in response.

Harry sucks and nibbles on her nipples until she is writhing and begging him for more. He releases her nipple and moves his mouth back up, his lips hovering just above hers. Y/N leans up, wanting to taste him again. He denies her and pulls away.

She whimpers and Harry chuckles. He reaches between them and rubs his cock against her folds, spreading her slick juices over his shaft. Y/N's hips buck involuntarily as he teases her entrance. His tip nearly slips in but Harry is quick to pull back. 

“Please, Harry." She whispers, her voice barely audible.

“God, I need a condom." Harry nearly moans, never had he been with someone so eager as Y/N. Harry opens the drawer of his nightstand, searching for a condom. He pulls one out and rips the foil packaging open.

“Let me." Y/N says, sitting up and taking the condom from him. Harry watches as she slowly rolls it down his length, giving him a few strokes for good measure. He can't help the moan that escapes him. She is going to be the death of him.

Y/N lays back down, pulling Harry on top of her. Their lips meet in a heated kiss and their tongues battle for dominance. Harry lines himself up at her entrance, teasing her a bit before sliding into her slowly. She moans into his mouth, loving the feeling of him stretching her. It was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

When he is fully seated, Harry stops. He wants to give her a moment to adjust to his size. After a few seconds, Y/N rocks her hips, encouraging him to move. He pulls out slowly and then slams back into her. Y/N moans and grips his shoulders.

“Oh God." Y/N moans, the sensations nearly overwhelming her. Harry's thrusts become faster and harder and Y/N is struggling to keep her volume down. Her nails dig into his shoulders and her walls begin to flutter.

“Be quiet, love." Harry grunts as he thrusts into her hard. He grabs her thigh, hitching it higher on his hip to give himself better access. He shifts his angle slightly and Y/N's eyes roll back as his cock hits her G-spot.

“Faster." Y/N whimpers, her nails digging into his shoulder.

“Yes ma'am." Harry chuckles and obliges. He pounds into her harder and faster, causing her to scream in pleasure.

“Oh my god, Harry. I'm gonna..." She cries.

“Come for me, love. Let go." He groans, his hips slamming against hers.

“Yes, oh yes!" She screams before she's cut off by Harry's hand on her mouth. Her walls clamp down on his cock as her orgasm rips through her. He growls, feeling his own orgasm building.

He removes his hand from her mouth and wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly. She wraps her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he pounds into her. His thrusts become erratic as he nears his climax.

“I'm gonna come, love." He groans.

“Yes, come for me, Harry." Y/N whispers into his ear.

“Oh, fuck. I'm coming." He groans loudly, burying his face in her neck. His thrusts become erratic and his breathing is laboured as his orgasm crashes over him. He collapses on top of her, spent.

Y/N runs her fingers through his curls, trying to calm her racing heart. They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath.

“That was incredible." Harry says as he comes back from disposing of the condom in the bathroom.

“You can say that again." Y/N chuckles as he crawls back into bed. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close.

“Will you stay with me in my bed?" He asks.

“Yes." She replies with a smile, laying her head on his shoulder.

“We'll figure everything else out later. Right now, I just want to hold you." He says softly.

“Okay."

*** As the first rays of dawn paint the room in a soft, golden hue, Y/N stirs in the warmth of Harry's bed. The subtle fragrance of Harry's cologne detectable on his linen was a tangible reminder of the night that had unfolded. The silky sheets cocoon her, and as she opens her eyes, the unfamiliar surroundings slowly come into focus.

The realization of being in Harry's bed floods back, and a soft smile plays on Y/N's lips. Memories of their intimate connection, the shared laughter, and the tender kisses lingered in her mind, painting a vivid picture of the night before. She shifts slightly, feeling the comforting weight of Harry's arm draped protectively over her. The gentle rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic cadence of his breathing, whispers a story of peaceful slumber.

Y/N turns to face him, and Harry's features soften in the morning light. His soft curls frame his face, a serene expression adorns his features as he sleeps soundly beside her. The room holds a quiet intimacy, the remnants of their shared moments lingering in the air, clothes still scattered on the floor.

She traces the contours of his face with her fingers, savouring the delicate reality of the morning after. The gentle caress stirs Harry awake, his eyes meeting hers with a warm, sleepy gaze. A shared understanding passes between them, a silent acknowledgement of the night's intimacy.

"Morning, love." Harry murmurs, his voice a low soothing melody that resonates in the tranquil space. Y/N can't help but return his smile.

They lay there, entwined, basking in the quietude of the morning. The world outside seems to stand still, allowing Y/N and Harry to linger in the warmth of each other's presence, wrapped in the gentle aftermath of a night that had woven their hearts together in an unspoken promise of something more.

“How are you feeling?” Harry murmurs, his voice carrying a mixture of warmth and concern. 

“I feel good. Really good.” Y/N meets his gaze with a smile playing on her lips.

Harry nods, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. “I just want to make sure, do you have any regrets about last night?”

She reaches out to gently cup his cheek, a touch of reassurance. “No regrets at all, Harry. It was everything I wanted and more.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I didn’t want you to feel pressured or anything.” A genuine relief washes over his features and he leans in to place a loving kiss on her forehead.

“Do you… Do you have any regrets?” Y/N asks softly.

“Of course not, silly. It was amazing, can’t wait to do it again.” He smirks causing her to softly chuckle, the intimacy of the moment wraps around them and they lay there for a bit in complete silence, all tangled up in each other.

“We've got to figure out what to tell Olivia. She can't know you were in my bed all night.” Harry scratched his head, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Maybe we can say I wasn't feeling well and decided to crash in your room instead of the guest room. Needed someone to pull my hair back when I’d ralf in a bucket.” Y/N laughs at herself.

“Yeah, that could work. We just need to keep it low-key and casual. No need to overthink it.” Harry chuckles. “Let’s leave the bucket out of the story.”

“You’re right.” Y/N chuckles.

“We've got this. Olivia won't suspect a thing if we play it cool.” 

*** 

The morning sun streams through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the breakfast table where all of them gathered. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the clinking of utensils against plates fills the air, creating a cosy ambience.

As Olivia fills her cereal bowl, her eyes flicker with curiosity. “Hey, Y/N, why weren't you in your bed this morning? I came in to wake you but you weren’t there.” She asks. Y/N's heart skips a beat, but she maintains composure. Harry looks at her with a gentle look in his eyes, encouraging her to stick to the plan.

“Oh, um, yeah. I initially went to the guest bedroom, but I felt sick halfway through the night. I woke up your Dad in the process of going back and forth to the bathroom so he offered to stay in his room. The toilet’s closer and all…” She explains. “Sorry if I worried you!”

“I hope you feel better now. Don’t be sorry about being sick. Timmy and I slept like logs, I guess we didn’t hear the turmoil.” She smiles up at Timmy and he nods, confirming he too slept through everything. 

Sarah is Y/N's best friend and has known her for a long time. When Sarah found out that Y/N never really celebrated her birthday anymore, she decided to put together a surprise party and invited their other friends to come along. One of them being Harry.

Harry and Y/N met in high school, both taking the same math class. They quickly became good friends, hanging out with each other all the time. After high school, they continued their friendship, and now, here they are, a couple of years later, still as close as ever.

“Sorry, I'm late guys. You wouldn't believe the traffic I just came across.” Y/N walks up to the group and greeted her friends. Sarah pulls her in for a hug and smiles at her.

“Hey, happy birthday! We're glad you could make it.” Sarah beams.

“Thanks! It's good to see you all.” Y/N replies as she waves hello to the rest of her friends. Harry walks up to her and wraps his strong arms around her body, pulling her in for a tight embrace.

“Happy birthday, love. You ready to have a great time?” He asks before he plants a warm kiss on her cheek.

Y/N smiles and nods her head. “Absolutely!”

Harry releases his grip on her and grabs her hand, leading her into the karaoke bar. Y/N's eyes scan the area, taking in her surroundings. Her mouth forms into a big grin when she spots the stage.

“Karaoke? That's so cool!” She says with excitement.

“We're gonna get the party started, Y/N.”

“Hell yeah, we are!”

After a few rounds of singing and dancing, the group decides to sit down and order some food and drinks.

“You having a good time, love?” Harry asked.

“I am! Thank you, Harry.”

“Of course, darling. Anything for you.”

The two stare at each other for a few moments, both smiling brightly. The way Harry looks at Y/N makes her heart melt. His eyes were so full of love and adoration for her, and she loved it. She loves how he looks at her as if she is the most important thing in his life.

“I want to give you your present now.” He says, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“My present?”

Harry nods his head. “Yes, it's not much, but I hope you like it.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small, black box. Y/N gasps.

“Harry, you didn't have to get me anything. Just being here with you is enough for me.”

“I wanted to, though.”

He opens the box, revealing a small, silver heart pendant necklace.

“Oh my God. Harry, it's beautiful!” Y/N exclaims.

Harry smiles and takes the necklace out of the box. “Here, let me put it on you.”

Y/N turns her back towards him and he places the necklace around her neck, fastening the clasp.

“How does it look?” She asks as she turns to face him.

“Beautiful.”

Y/N blushes and hugs him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry embraces her, pulling her closer to him. They stay like this for a few seconds before they pull away, still looking into each other's eyes.

“So...do you wanna sing a duet with me?”

“Of course, I do! I'd love to.”

The two get up and make their way over to the stage, both excited for their first duet. As the music begins to play, they start to sing along, their voices blending together perfectly. Everyone stops what they're doing and watches the two of them perform. They're in their own little world, and they don't care what anyone else thinks.

The song comes to an end and the two of them finish their performance. They walk off the stage and head back over to their table.

“Wow, you two sounded amazing up there!” Sarah exclaims.

“Yeah, you guys really know how to put on a show.” Their friend, Mitch, adds.

“Thank you.” Harry and Y/N reply in unison, smiling at each other.

As the night goes on, the group continues to have a good time, celebrating Y/N's special day. She's so grateful to have such great friends, and she knows she will never forget this day.

Sarah and Mitch decide to go for a duet themselves. Giving Harry and Y/N some privacy. He looks at her from across the table, his gaze is soft and full of affection. He loves seeing her so happy and carefree, and he knows that he would do anything for her. Y/N has been there for him through thick and thin, and he would do the same for her in a heartbeat.

He watches her laughing and having fun with their friends and his heart swells. She's the most beautiful person he's ever seen, inside and out.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks, catching him staring at her.

“Remember when we were 14, and we made that deal?”

“What deal?”

“We were 14 and we made a promise that if we were still single at 30, we would get married and live happily ever after.” He says, a playful smirk appearing on his face. He moves closer to her, his eyes locked on hers.

“Oh, God! I had completely forgotten about that!” She chuckles.

“Well, we're both 30 now. And still single, and I for one, plan on keeping my promise.”

“You're crazy, you know that?” Y/N shakes her head.

“Yeah, but you love me anyway.” He smirks causing her to roll her eyes, but she can't hide the smile on her face.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

Harry looks at her with a smile, his eyes shining bright. He takes her hand in his and squeezes it gently.

“I mean it, Y/N. I'll marry you if you'll have me.”

“Are you proposing to me, Harry?” She asks a hint of playfulness in her voice.

“Hmm, not yet.” He responds, the teasing tone of his voice low and husky. “But someday, maybe even soon, I will.”

He brings his hand up to cup her face, caressing her skin. He leans in close and brushes his lips against hers, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

“I'll be counting on it.” She whispers, her lips grazing his. They continue to stare at each other, the rest of the world fading away around them. This moment is perfect, and nothing else matters.

Their little bubble is suddenly burst when Sarah and Mitch return, giggling like mad. Harry and Y/N break apart and look over at their friends, laughing as they watch them trying to compose themselves.

“What the hell was that?” Sarah asks, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol.

“What was what?” Y/N feigns innocence.

“That! You two were totally making out!” Sarah accuses, pointing her finger at the two of them.

“No, we weren't. We were just talking.” Y/N defends.

“Sure, that's what they all say.” Mitch interjects.

Harry and Y/N share a knowing look, both of them suppressing their laughter. They knew that their friends wouldn't let them live this down.

“Alright, alright, maybe we were kissing a little bit. But it was just a peck. No big deal.” Harry says, trying to play it off.

“It looked like a lot more than a peck to me.” Sarah retorts.

“Come on, it was just a kiss.” Y/N states.

“Whatever, just admit that you're together and save us the trouble.” Mitch laughs.

“We're not together. Not yet anyway.” Harry winks at Y/N, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“Well, you better get on with it then. I want to be a bridesmaid.” Sarah states, a smirk forming on her face. Harry and Y/N look at each other, their eyes locking. They both know that their friends are right. They have been dancing around their feelings for each other for far too long, and it's time they finally make a move.

The four of them spend the rest of the night laughing and having a good time. But Harry and Y/N's thoughts are only on each other. They can't wait to see where this new chapter in their lives will take them.

“Let's get out of here.” Y/N whispers in his ear, her voice low and seductive.

“Now we’re talking.” Harry replies, a hungry look in his eyes.

The two of them stand up and say goodbye to their friends, promising to meet up with them again soon. As they exit the karaoke bar, Mitch and Sarah share a knowing smile.

“It's about damn time.”

“I know, right?” ***

The cool night air hits their faces as they step outside, the neon lights from the bar illuminating the dark street. Y/N wraps her arms around Harry's waist, resting her head against his chest. He holds her close, his warmth enveloping her. They stay like this for a while, content in each other's company.

“Thank you, Harry. This has been the best birthday ever.”

“Anything for you, love. You deserve it.” He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“Can we go back to your place? I think we need to finish our conversation from earlier.” She looks up at him, her eyes twinkling with desire.

“Of course.” He smiles down at her, his heart swelling with love for the woman in his arms.

They walk hand in hand down the street, looking for a cab home. Y/N can't wait to get him alone. She's wanted this for so long, and now that it's finally happening, she can't contain her excitement.

They spot a cab and flag it down, climbing into the back seat. Harry gives the driver his address and they're off. Y/N snuggles up to Harry, resting her head on his shoulder. She breathes in his scent, feeling calm and safe in his arms.

As the car ride continues, the tension between the two of them grows. Their hands are intertwined, their bodies are pressed together, and they can't stop stealing kisses from each other. They both know that once they get back to Harry's apartment, things are going to get heated rapidly.

The cab pulls up to Harry's apartment building and they quickly pay the driver, eager to get inside. Once they're in the elevator, the sexual tension between them is palpable. Harry pushes her against the wall and kisses her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth.

“God, I've wanted this for so long.” He groans.

“Me too.” She breathes.

The elevator doors open but they haven't reached his floor yet. They quickly pull away from each other as they don't want to be caught by his neighbours. Y/N's face is flushed, her lips swollen from the kisses, and her hair a little dishevelled. Harry's downstairs neighbour steps into the elevator and the awkwardness between the three of them is almost too much to bear. The elderly woman glances at Harry and Y/N.

“Don't mind me, you two. You kids enjoy yourselves.”

“Uh, yeah, thanks, Mrs Peterson.” Harry replies, his cheeks flushing pink.

As the elevator makes its way up to his floor, Harry and Y/N try their best not to laugh. They can't believe how awkward that was, but they're thankful that Mrs Peterson didn't seem to care. Harry fumbles with his keys, trying to unlock the door as fast as possible. Y/N can't wait any longer, and she pins him against the door, kissing him deeply.

The door swings open and the two of them tumble into his apartment, their bodies crashing together. They don't even bother turning on the lights as they make their way through the darkness, their lips never leaving each other's. Harry picks her up, his strong arms carrying her effortlessly, and she wraps her legs around his waist.

He carries her into his bedroom and lays her down on the bed, hovering over her. His hands roam her body, exploring every inch of her. She moans as his hands find her breasts, kneading and massaging them. He kisses his way down her neck, sucking and nibbling at her sensitive skin, before he quickly pulls the fabric of her shirt over her head.

“Oh, God, Harry.” She gasps.

He continues his trail down her body, stopping at her chest. He slips a hand underneath her shirt, cupping her breast and gently squeezing it. She arches her back, pressing herself against him. He slides his hand down to her pants, unbuttoning them and slipping his hand inside. He finds her wetness and rubs her clit, eliciting another moan from her.

“You're so fucking wet, Y/N.” He groans.

She can't help but grind herself against his hand, desperate for more friction. In the heat of the moment, Harry pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the floor. Y/N's eyes widen at the sight of his toned body. She reaches out and runs her hands over his bare chest, feeling his muscles flex under her touch.

“Fuck, Harry.”

He pulls her pants down, exposing her glistening core. He positions himself between her legs and spreads her open, admiring her. She feels a little embarrassed at being so exposed, but the way he's looking at her makes her forget her insecurities. He trails his fingers up and down her inner thighs, teasing her. She squirms, desperate for his touch.

“Patience, love.” He smirks.

He leans down and licks her slit, his tongue gliding across her folds. She cries out in pleasure, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer. He swirls his tongue around her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She can feel her orgasm building, the pressure increasing with each lick.

“Yes, Harry, just like that.” She pants.

He inserts a finger inside her, curling it and hitting her G-spot. She gasps, her grip on his hair tightening. He continues his assault on her clit, sucking and licking at it. She feels the pressure building, the heat coiling in her stomach.

“Harry, I'm so close.”

He inserts another finger inside her, pumping them in and out as he sucks on her clit. She moans, the sensations overwhelming her. She throws her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her whole body tenses as she comes, her orgasm rippling through her.

“Harry!” She screams, her body convulsing as she rides out her high.

He continues to pleasure her, drawing out her orgasm until she's completely spent. He crawls up the bed, leaning over her and kissing her passionately. She can taste herself on his lips, and it turns her on even more. She can feel his erection pressing against her leg, and she can't wait to have him inside her.

She reaches down and palms his cock through his pants, stroking it. He groans, his eyes fluttering shut. She unzips his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers, freeing his erection. She wraps her hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly.

“Y/N.” He groans, his hips bucking forward.

She loves how responsive he is to her touch, and she can't wait to feel him inside her. She positions his cock at her entrance and he slowly slides himself inside of her. They both gasp at the sensation, the feeling of him stretching her walls almost too much to handle.

They both know neither of them sleeps around and is clean, so they forget all about condoms. Especially since Y/N has been on the pill for a few years now.

“Oh, fuck, Harry.” She moans, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He slowly thrusts in and out of her, his movements gentle but deliberate. He's careful not to hurt her, and she appreciates his consideration.

He increases his pace, his cock sliding in and out of her easily. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He grunts, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She can tell he's close, and she's determined to make him come first.

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He grunts.

“Yeah? You like how I feel around your cock?” She pants.

He grabs her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he pounds into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, and it's the sexiest thing she's ever heard.

“Fuck, Harry, I'm gonna come.” She cries, her walls clenching around him.

He keeps up his brutal pace, and she knows she won't be able to hold back much longer. He growls, his face contorted in pleasure. She can tell he's struggling to hold on, and she knows exactly what to do to push him over the edge.

“Come for me, Harry.” She moans.

Her words are all it takes for him to fall apart, his body shaking as he spills himself inside her. He cries out her name, his fingers gripping her hips as he fills her with his cum. The sensation of him filling her up sends her over the edge, and she comes hard, her body shuddering as she reaches her peak.

He collapses on top of her, their sweaty bodies entwined. He buries his face in her neck, breathing heavily. They lay like this for a while, catching their breaths, their limbs tangled together.

After a few minutes, Harry rolls off her and pulls her close, cuddling her against his chest. She rests her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly. She's never felt so satisfied before.

“That was amazing.” She murmurs.

“Yeah, it was.” He agrees, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

They stay like this for a while, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. They both know that things have changed between them, and there's no going back now. They've crossed a line that can't be uncrossed, and they're both okay with that. As they lay there, Y/N can't help but think back to that day, 16 years ago. The day they made their promise.

“Hey, Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“I guess this means we're getting married.” She smiles.

“Hell yeah, we are.”

***

A couple of months pass and Y/N feels like it's finally time to transform their home into her own. The couch was a gift from her parents when they moved in together and it's not even comfortable. It's also stained and ratty and she's ready to get rid of it. She's browsing Pinterest when a couch catches her eye, it's white and has a tufted back. It looks beautiful, so she clicks on the website and begins filling her cart with things for her new interior.

Shipping the pieces takes quite some time as they get delivered by truck and they schedule an appointment with you to make sure you're home. Still, three more weeks until her furniture is supposed to be delivered, so she decides to make most of the time in between and visits the hardware store for some paint.

The hardware store is surprisingly quiet and she has the aisle to herself. There are dozens of different brands of paint and it's overwhelming, let's not even get started about all the different colour options. She has an idea in mind, something warm, inviting and calming. Something that feels like home.

“Can I help you?” A voice says behind her and she startles, almost dropping the cans of paint she picked out.

“Ah, yes! Please!” She chuckles, turning around and looking at the man behind her.

He's tall, very tall, and wearing a navy blue polo. He has a nametag, 'Harry' written across it. He's got curly, dark brown hair, and his face is handsome and symmetrical. The thing that stands out to her the most are his eyes, they're a soft green, almost grey and they remind her of the sea. His lips look soft and pouty and she can't stop staring.

“You seem lost.” Harry smirks.

“Yeah, a bit, actually.” She chuckles. “I need paint for my apartment and I don't really know how much I'm gonna need or where to start. I just wanna do my bedroom and the living room.”

“Well, first, let's start by picking out a colour. Do you have an idea of what you want?”

“Oh, um, yeah!” She smiles, grabbing her phone and showing him her Pinterest board. “Something like this.”

“Ah, I see. A warm colour, that's good. And what are you painting over?”

“Well, right now it's a cream colour.” She explains, following him through the aisles as he looks at paint cards.

“Okay, so we'll probably want to stick with a neutral colour for the living room, because the natural light changes a lot. Here.” He hands her a warm yellow coloured paint card, “This one would look great, it's warm and it will compliment the furniture.”

“I love it.”

“And your bedroom, we'll do something more daring, because that's more of a personal space.” Harry smirks at her. “I think something darker to add some mystery, but with a pop of colour would look great, like maybe a navy wall with a bright coloured accent piece.”

“I have a yellow throw I'm planning on using. That's good contrasting colour, right?”

“Yes! Exactly! You can use the yellow throw to really add some warmth, especially during winter, and the blue to contrast that and create some depth.”

“That sounds great.” She smiles, her excitement growing. Harry is charming and his excitement for her project is contagious. “I can't wait.”

“Let's head over to the paint mixer, yeah?”

They walk towards the back of the store, where the mixing area is located. During their walk Harry asks her what her more about the wall sizes so he knows how much she'll need. She tells him everything he needs to know and Harry gets to work. The heavy paint buckets cause his muscles to flex and his biceps bulge. He's definitely a looker and she can't help but blush and tries to turn her attention elsewhere.

“There we go.” He smiles. “Let's go get some painting supplies and we'll ring you up, yeah?”

“Perfect.”

“How are you planning on doing this?”

“Hm?”

“The painting.” He chuckles. “Are you planning on doing it yourself or are you hiring a painter?”

“Oh, I'll do it myself, it's only the two rooms, right? I can handle that.”

“You can, absolutely.” Harry grins. “You're brave. Most women hire painters to do that sort of thing, or their boyfriends.”

“Oh, well, I don't have a boyfriend. I guess I'm just doing this all myself.”

“That's admirable. I wish more women were like you, not afraid of getting their hands dirty. You're going to be fine.”

“I hope so.”

“Trust me, you'll do great. And if you need any advice you know where to find me. I'll be glad to help.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She says. Harry loves that she calls him by his name that she clearly read off his name tag. “I appreciate it.”

“It's my pleasure, darling. Let's get you checked out.” Harry gives her a small wink and they head to the counter. He helps her lift all the heavy items onto the conveyor belt so his colleague can scan them. He normally wouldn't give this much attention to a customer, but he's drawn to her, she's different.

Y/N notices him staring as they load her purchases onto the conveyor belt and it makes her blush. She can't help but look at him and the way his lips move as he talks. They look soft and she can't help but imagine what kissing him would be like.

“Will that be all, miss?” His colleague asks, snapping her out of her daydream.

“Um, yes. Yes, thank you.” She smiles, handing her her debit card.

“I'll bring these to your car.” Harry says, lifting two buckets of paint and carrying them outside.

“Oh, thank you!” She smiles, grabbing the other bucket and following him. She knows he's giving her some kind of special treatment as he shouldn't be doing this, but she isn't complaining. She's not complaining at all.

He sets down the buckets next to her car, and she unlocks the trunk so he can place them inside. He turns around and looks at her. He wants to say something, anything, to her, but he doesn't know what.

“Do you have a card or something? So I can contact you if I have any questions?” She speaks up, feeling brave.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Harry grins, reaching behind him and pulling out a small note block. He scribbles down his name, phone number and writes hardware store employee underneath as if it's an official business card. He rips off the piece of paper and hands it over with a goofy grin on his face. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She chuckles. “I'm Y/N, by the way.”

“It's lovely to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.” She grins. “Well, I have to get going. I still have to buy a few more things.”

“Of course.” He nods. “Good luck.”

“Thank you.” She smiles, getting into her car and driving off.

As soon as she's out of sight, Harry lets out a sigh and heads back into the hardware store.

“Hey, mate.” His colleague says. “What was that all about?”

“What was what about?”

“Don't act stupid. I've never seen you give special attention to a customer.”

“Shut up.” Harry chuckles, walking towards the back room. “It was nothing, I was just being nice.”

“Uhuh.”

Harry sighs, rolling his eyes as he starts to put away some equipment. He has no idea why he's so intrigued by her, she was just a normal customer, right? He thinks back to the way she blushed when he spoke, and the way she fiddled with her hands. Maybe he's just imagining things, but he's definitely got a soft spot for her. ***

She's spent the last few days painting the walls of her bedroom, as a darker colour needs multiple layers and drying times. It's finally time to paint the living room and she's excited. She's picked out the perfect colour and the weather is cooperating so she can leave the windows open.

She's put on her favourite music and has a cup of tea next to her as she paints. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she's wearing sweatpants and a sports bra. She's enjoying herself, and the room looks great so far. The colour is a bit darker than what she expected but she doesn't hate it. It's warm, and inviting and she's happy.

After a few hours her back and arms start hurting, so she decides to take a break. She grabs her phone and takes a picture of the wall and posts it in the family group chat.

She scrolls through her Instagram feed when she suddenly remembers the card that Harry gave her. She pulls it out of her pocket and enters his number in her contacts. She debates on whether or not she should send him a message, but decides to do it anyway.

Y/N Hey Harry, it's Y/N, the girl from the hardware store. I've finished my bedroom and I'm doing the living room now. The colour looks amazing, thanks again for helping me pick it out.

She sends the text and immediately puts her phone down. She can't believe she just did that. Did she sound desperate? Did she sound too eager? Is he going to reply? She's got no clue, and it's killing her.

“Get a grip, Y/N.” She whispers to herself. She shakes her head and grabs her cup of tea, taking a sip. She looks back at her wall and sighs, she's got a long day ahead of her.

The sun is slowly starting to set, and Y/N has just finished the wall. Her hair is still up in a bun and she's sweaty, but she's happy with the result. The walls look amazing, the colour is beautiful and she can't wait to show her parents tomorrow.

Her phone vibrates, and she grabs it to check the notification. It's a text from Harry.

Harry I'm so glad to hear that, love! I bet the colour looks lovely with the sun setting right now.

She can't believe he called her 'love' in a text, it's insane. He barely even knows her. But his message is sweet and cute and she's smiling like an idiot.

Y/N You'll have to come and check it out for yourself.

She stares at her phone screen for what feels like an eternity. She can't believe she just flirted with him. She's not even sure if he's single, and if he is, does he like her? He could be interested in someone else, or he could even be straight for all she knows.

Harry Are you inviting me over?

Y/N I'm not stopping you.

Her heart is pounding and her hands are shaking. She's definitely overstepping, but she's hoping it won't scare him off.

Harry I leave work in about 10 minutes. What's your address?

“Shit.”

Y/N Oh, it's 27B, Parkview Apartments.

Harry Be there in 20.

“Fuck!”

She can't believe he's actually coming over. She runs over to her bathroom and quickly brushes her hair and her teeth. Her apartment is a mess, and she's not wearing any makeup. She looks terrible and he's going to be here any second.

“Calm down.” She whispers to herself.

She walks out of the bathroom and starts cleaning up the living room. There are paint supplies everywhere, and she wants the place to look at least a little presentable.

A few minutes later she hears the doorbell and her heart almost leaps out of her chest.

“Coming!” She yells, rushing over to the front door and opening it.

“Hey.” Harry grins.

“Hi.” She smiles. “Please, come in.”

Harry steps inside and closes the door behind him. She looks stunning, despite the fact that she's wearing sweatpants and a messy bun, which makes him feel a little overdressed.

“Your apartment looks nice.”

“Thank you.” She replies, closing the window. “It's a bit of a mess right now, but I'm working on it.”

“Don't worry about it, I understand.”

“Um, would you like something to drink? Some water or beer or something?”

“A beer would be great, thanks.”

“Alright.” She nods, walking over to the fridge and pulling out two cold beers.

Harry sits down on the couch and watches her. She's got a few paint stains on her pants and her sports bra and he finds it endearing. He can tell that she's trying hard, and he's definitely charmed by her.

“Here you go.” She smiles, handing him a beer.

“Cheers.” He says, clinking his bottle against hers.

“To your apartment looking better than ever.”

“Cheers.” She smiles. “And to the man who helped make that possible.”

They both take a sip and stare at each other for a few seconds. Y/N has a feeling that something might happen, but she's not sure if it's the right thing.

“So.” Harry starts, clearing his throat. “What are you going to do now that the painting is done?”

“Oh, well, I'm still planning on doing a few other things.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I've ordered a new couch, and I'm thinking of getting a new rug.” She answers before Harry moves closer to her.

“So, you don't mind getting this couch a little dirty?” He asks her. Harry is blunt, but he feels the way she's looking at her. It's almost as if she's undressing him with her eyes, he can see the desire sparkling in them.

“Dirty how?”

“You know what I mean, love.” Harry smirks, taking another swig from his beer. Y/N doesn't know what has gotten into her. Normally she's not like this, not at all, but she wants him, badly. She's been craving him since the moment she saw him, and she's tired of denying herself.

“Yes.” She whispers. Harry doesn't reply, instead, he leans in and captures her lips with his own. The kiss is intense, full of lust and hunger. Y/N has been waiting for this and she's not going to waste the opportunity. The last couple of months with Michael have been stale, she's been missing this exciting feeling deep within her.

Harry pulls her closer and kisses her harder, his hands wandering over her body. Y/N moans into the kiss and straddles him. He grabs her hips and pushes her down on him, creating delicious friction between them. Y/N can feel him growing harder and his bulge pressing against her core. She wants him, and she wants him now. Harry breaks the kiss, and Y/N whimpers at the loss.

“You're a very good kisser.” He murmurs. “Are you always this good, or am I just lucky?”

“I don't know, maybe you're just lucky.” She teases, grinding down on his cock.

“Mmm.” Harry hums, leaning forward and kissing her again. This time, the kiss is even more passionate. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss, running her fingers through his hair. She pulls on it and Harry groans, his hands moving to her ass and squeezing it.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He mutters against her lips, squeezing her ass again.

“You too.” She mumbles, leaning down and kissing his neck. Harry groans as she starts sucking on his skin, leaving a trail of love bites. He knows that they'll be visible tomorrow and that his colleagues will have a field day. But he doesn't care, he loves it. He loves the fact that he's been claimed by her.

He spins her full body around in his lap, so her back is flush against his chest and his face is buried in the crook of her neck. His hands move up her stomach and under her sports bra. He cups her breasts and pinches her nipples between his fingers, making her whimper.

“You're so beautiful.” He mumbles, his lips pressed against her neck. She places her hands on his knees and grinds down on his cock, loving the feeling of him underneath her.

“Fuck.” Harry groans, thrusting his hips up, meeting her movements. “You're so fucking hot, you know that?”

“I'm aware of the effect I have on you.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, pulling her hair and forcing her to expose her neck.

“Yeah.” She reaches behind her to unclasp her sports bra and lets it fall to the floor.

“Fuck, look at you.” Harry grunts, grabbing her breast and squeezing it. Y/N throws her head back and moans. “Look at these perfect tits.”

He continues to massage her breast, teasing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Y/N arches her back, pushing her breast further into his hand.

“That feels so good.” She whines.

“Mhm.” He hums, licking a stripe up her neck. He loves the way her skin tastes, sweet and salty. He can't get enough. He sucks on her earlobe, one of his hands sliding down her body and slipping into her pants. He finds her clit, and two of his fingers circle it, making her gasp.

“Oh god.”

“Do you like that?” He asks her, continuing his movements because he already knows the answer.

“Yes.”

“You're so wet, baby.” Harry smirks

“Mmm.” She whimpers, grinding her hips into his fingers.

“I can't wait to be inside you.” He growls, his fingers dipping lower and sliding into her.

“Fuck.” She hisses, her nails digging into his legs.

“That's it, baby, let me hear you.” Harry grunts, pumping his fingers in and out of her. He curls them and hits the perfect spot, making her cry out in pleasure. Her walls are spongey and tight around him, making him impatient. But the thought of feeling her come all over his hand is more than enough for him to keep focussed. He wants her to leak all over his hand, to make a mess for him and only him.

“Oh fuck, please, more.” She whines, her thighs trembling. She's never felt this way before, the way he touches her, the way he makes her feel is intoxicating. She loves how she's still half-clothed, and yet, he's managed to make her feel exposed. She's not ashamed of the noises she's making, but she's definitely enjoying the way he's making her feel.

“More what, baby?” Harry asks, his lips grazing her ear moaning softly to send shivers running down her spine.

“More of you.”

“Oh, I'll give you more, baby. Just be patient.”

“Yes.” She cries out, feeling her orgasm approaching. She knows it's close, and she wants it, badly. Her hips start grinding down on his hand, her movements becoming faster and less controlled. Harry continues to pump his fingers into her, his thumb rubbing her clit, making her body shake.

“Oh, fuck.” She gasps, her walls tightening around him. She comes, squirting all over his hand. Harry moans, his dick twitching as he feels her squirt.

“Holy fuck.” Harry moans, watching the mess she's made. “That's so fucking hot.”

“Harry...”

“Mmm.” He hums, as he picks her up and roughly lies her down on her back. He grabs the waistband of her now completely soaked sweatpants and pull them down her legs, throwing them to the side. He does the same with her panties. He gets rid of his own shirt, revealing his toned body. Y/N is taken aback, he's got some tattoos, which is not something she expected. But it suits him, and it's hot.

“Look at you, such a pretty pussy.” He hums, admiring her dripping wet cunt. She's glistening and his mouth waters at the sight.

“Stop staring.” She chuckles.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” He laughs. “Would you prefer if I did this?”

“Do what- fuck!” Y/N exclaims, as Harry suddenly leans down and sucks her clit between his lips. He places his big hands on the inside of her thighs to keep her legs nice and open for him. He is relentless, his tongue licking a strip up her cunt, making her squirm and cry out. He laps up her juices, enjoying every second of it.

“Fuck, Harry!”

“That's it, baby.” Harry groans, sending vibrations through her body. She's gripping the couch, her knuckles turning white. It's an overwhelming feeling to have him eat her out so eagerly right after she came all over his hand. She doesn't know how much more she can take.

When she first met him, she never would have guessed Harry would have been this skilled. The way his tongue moves along her pussy, his lips sucking and licking her clit and the way his fingers dig into her thighs is making her dizzy. She knows she's going to come soon, and she's not sure if she's ready for that.

“Mmhmm, yes.” She moans, her back arching. She grabs a fistful of his hair and holds on to it, pushing his head further down. He takes it as a sign and doubles his efforts, his tongue moving even faster and deeper.

“Oh fuck, yes, right there!” She cries out, her toes curling as her orgasm hits her. It's intense and makes her see stars. Her whole body trembles as her muscles contract, and her mind goes blank.

“Jesus, you taste so good.” Harry groans, as he carefully licks her clean. He gets up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Harry catches his breath and he looks down at the sweet girl in front of him. She is completely wrecked, and he's not even done with her yet.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” He smiles, standing up and removing his pants and boxers. His cock is hard and leaking precum. He's long and thick, and Y/N can't wait to have it inside of her.

“Fuck.” She mumbles at the sight, a bit too loud. She's certain Harry heard her even though she didn't intend for him to hear it.

“What's that, love?” Harry grins, his cock throbbing.

“Nothing.”

“No, I want to hear you say it.” He insists, his eyes locked on hers.

“You're big.”

“Yeah?”

“And hard.”

“For you.”

“Fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command, love.” Harry laughs. He grabs his wallet from his pants and pulls out a condom, ripping the package open and sliding the condom down his shaft.

“Come here.” She tells him. He obeys and walks towards her, getting down on his knees in front of the couch. He leans forward and kisses her passionately, his hands cupping her face. He slowly pulls away, his eyes locking with hers.

“You're beautiful.” He murmurs.

“I bet you say that to all the girls who need help at the hardware store.” She teases.

“Oh, shut up.” He laughs, kissing her again. He positions himself, his tip pressing against her entrance. He can't wait to feel her, to be inside of her. Y/N's breathing heavily, her heart racing. He teases her by slowly pushing his tip up and down her folds before slowly pushing it into her. Just the tiniest bit to make her all needy and whiney.

“Please.”

“Patience, baby.” He whispers, his lips inches from hers. He keeps teasing her, his tip rubbing her clit. Y/N moans and her hips buck, trying to get him to push his dick inside of her. But he makes sure to not give in to her desires just yet. He pushes back into her, a little bit further this time, his tip disappearing inside her. But he doesn't go any further, and Y/N lets out a frustrated grunt.

“What's the matter, love?” He smirks, his hand slowly trailing up her stomach and resting on her breast. As he rubs his cock on her clit, his hand squeezes her breast and he starts sucking on her neck.

“You know exactly what's wrong, you fucking tease.”

“Oh, do I?” He chuckles, his hand squeezing her breast again, this time a little bit rougher.

“Yes.” She moans, arching her back. “Please, Harry, stop teasing me.”

“Alright.” He whispers, his lips brushing against her ear. He slowly thrusts into her, filling her up completely. He stills his hips, letting her adjust to his size. She moans, her hands resting on his hips, urging him to move. He complies and begins to rock his hips, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.

“Fuck.” Harry groans, his pace increasing. Y/N's walls tighten around him and her nails dig into his hips, as she tries to pull him even deeper.

“That's it, baby.” He growls, his cock sliding in and out of her easily. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.”

“You're so big.” She gasps, her eyes closed and her mouth agape. He groans, his hips slamming into her. His fingers find her clit, and he starts rubbing her. Y/N whimpers, her toes curling as his fingers and his cock bring her closer to the edge.

“Yes, baby.” Harry grunts, his free hand cupping her breast, his fingers tweaking her nipple. It's sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

“Oh god, fuck!” Y/N moans, her hips bucking, and her walls tightening around him. “Fuck, I'm gonna come.”

“Oh, baby.” He whispers, his voice dripping with lust.

“Shit.” Y/N gasps, her eyes flying open as her third orgasm washes over her. Her whole body is trembling, her muscles contracting. Harry feels her clench around his cock, and he knows that it won't be long before he comes too.

“Fuck.” He grunts, his thrusts getting sloppier. He curses under his breath as he pulls his cock out of her. He quickly rips the condom off and strokes his cock, coming all over her stomach.

“Fuck.”

They're both catching their breaths, both still riding their high. They look at each other and share a laugh.

“I've made a mess.”

“It's okay, my couch was a mess to begin with. We just made it messier.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles, leaning in and kissing her. “This was...fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” She says, her fingers running through his curls.

“How about we go and get cleaned up in the shower and then we can have a proper drink?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Getting ready for the big entrance with the other bridesmaids, Y/N is a little nervous. She wants to make sure everything goes smoothly so the bride will have the best day of her life. Once the wedding march starts, she's on high alert. Because she is the only single bridesmaid, she is given the task of flower girl as a fun little inside joke. Y/N proposed this idea herself so she could show off her goofy side and have a little bit of fun.

All bridesmaids and groomsmen walk down the aisle and stand opposite one another. Y/N stands in the back, waiting for her turn to take a stroll down the aisle. When her cue comes, she walks slowly down the aisle, tossing flower petals in the air and dancing around, acting as though she's in a Disney princess movie. It makes everyone laugh and her smile widens.

When she makes another spin, throwing some more petals in the air, she locks eyes with a very handsome man. He's smiling as he watches her antics and his green eyes are warm and friendly. Y/N feels her heart start to beat a little faster when she recognises him. She knows the groom works for a record label, but she didn't know what artists were signed with the label. And she especially didn't expect Harry Styles to show up to her friend's wedding.

She tries to calm her nerves as she continues her dance and heads towards the altar, but Harry's gaze is still burning into her skin. The way he looks at her is different from the way any other guy has ever looked at her. It's intense, and a little overwhelming.

Finally reaching the altar, she stands next to the maid of honour. Y/N is unable to stop thinking about Harry's eyes and how they were focused solely on her. She keeps glancing at him, wanting to see if he's still looking at her, and to her delight, he is. There's a small smirk on his face, but his eyes are kind and warm.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...” The officiant begins, starting the ceremony.

Y/N's gaze stays locked with Harry's the entire time. She's so entranced by his stare that she barely hears the vows being said. It isn't until the couple share their first kiss as a married couple that Harry looks away. The spell is broken and she finally comes back to reality, cheering along with the rest of the guests.

The ceremony is over and the reception is in full swing. Y/N is hanging out at the bar with her friend, sipping a margarita and laughing loudly. She's had a couple of drinks and she's feeling good. As she's talking with her friend, the bartender comes over and places a glass of fine white wine in front of her.

“I didn't order this.” She tells him, confused.

“I know. The gentleman over there did.” He replies, gesturing behind her.

She turns to see who it is, and she isn't surprised to see it's Harry. He's wearing a charming smile, and he lifts his glass in the air as if he's toasting her. Y/N smiles back, and brings the glass to her lips, taking a small sip. This might be the best wine she's ever tasted and her surprise must show on her face because Harry laughs and takes a sip from his whiskey.

Her friend nudges her with her elbow, giving her a knowing look. “You should go thank him for the drink.”

“Oh, no, I don't want to bother him.” She protests.

“It's the polite thing to do.”

“I suppose.”

Gathering her courage, Y/N grabs her glass and walks over to where Harry is sitting. He's sitting in the corner, watching the rest of the guests. He looks quite relaxed and comfortable, and the smile on his face is genuine.

“Hi.” She greets him awkwardly. “Thank you for the drink.”

“You're welcome. I thought you looked thirsty.” He replies, cheekily. Y/N laughs, a little flustered by his forwardness. “Would you like to sit?” He asks, patting the empty barstool next to him.

“Yes, please.” She says, sitting down. “So, Harry Styles, huh? Never thought I'd meet a celebrity in real life, especially at my friend's wedding.”

“I'm no celebrity. Just a singer trying to make a living.” He humbly states.

“Yeah, right.” She chokes out a laugh. “I'm a big fan of your music, so I beg to differ.”

“Thanks. It means a lot.” He grins, showing off his dimples. “What's your name, love?”

“Y/N.” She answers.

“Lovely name.” He compliments. “Are you the maid of honour?”

“Nope. I'm just a lowly bridesmaid.” She jokes.

“I highly doubt that.”

“Why's that?” She questions.

“Because you're the most beautiful woman in the room. Even if there is a bride here, she can't hold a candle to you.” He smoothly replies, Y/N can feel her cheeks start to heat up. Harry's confidence is sexy and it's doing something to her insides.

“You're so smooth.” She comments.

“What can I say? It's a gift.” He chuckles, sipping his drink. “How do you know the bride and groom?”

“We went to college together.” She explains. “They were both in my dorm building and we became fast friends. Now, they're getting married, and it feels like yesterday that they met.”

“How about you? Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?” He inquires.

“No, no boyfriend or girlfriend.” She tells him, shaking her head. “Just me, myself, and I.”

“Interesting. I thought for sure you'd have someone.”

“And why's that?”

“Because you're a gorgeous, smart, funny, kind, and witty woman. If you ask me, I'd say you're a catch. Anyone would be lucky to have you.” He praises.

“You're the charmer, aren't you?” She accuses, lightly.

“A little.” He admits, unashamed.

“It's working.” She confesses.

Harry leans forward, getting close enough to whisper in her ear. “I've never seen anyone dance down an aisle the way you did. It was a sight to behold.”

“Oh, god.” She groans, embarrassed. “Please, don't remind me.”

“I think it was adorable. You've got moves, Y/N.” He compliments, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“You're making fun of me.” She pouts.

“I'm not, I swear.” He promises. “I think you're the most fascinating person I've ever met. I could talk to you all night and never get bored. You seem like such a free spirit and I admire that.”

“You've known me for less than ten minutes.” She points out.

“So? Sometimes you just click with people and that's all it takes.”

“Are you telling me we clicked?” She questions.

“Oh yeah. We definitely did.”

Y/N doesn't know why she's so nervous. Harry seems to be a genuinely nice guy, so she has nothing to fear. He's sweet and funny, and he makes her feel special. It's been a while since a guy has made her feel that way, and it's a good feeling. She hasn't been this flustered by a man in a long time and she can't help but wonder if he feels the same way about her.

“Would you like to dance?” He suddenly asks, nodding his head to the dance floor.

“Oh, um, I'm not sure. I'm not a very good dancer.” She explains.

“I've seen your moves, missy. I think you're great at dancing.” He teases.

“You saw me dance once!” She exclaims, laughing.

“Exactly. So, let's see it again.” He insists, standing up. He reaches his hand out to her, a hopeful look in his eyes. “Come on, you know you want to.”

Harry leads her onto the dance floor and they dance to a slow song. It's a little awkward at first, but soon they relax and fall into a rhythm. Harry's hands are on her hips and he's gently swaying her side to side. Y/N is resting her hands on his shoulders, a dreamy look on her face. The song ends and a faster song starts to play, but Harry doesn't let her go. They stay on the dance floor, and Y/N wraps her arms around his neck, getting closer to him.

After a few songs, they decide to sit back down at the bar and order a couple more drinks. Their conversation flows easily and there's a spark between them. Y/N hasn't had this much fun in a while and she's enjoying the attention from Harry. He seems to be genuinely interested in her and he makes her feel like the only person in the world, both of them completely ignorant of their surroundings.

“So, tell me more about yourself, Y/N.” Harry says.

“There's not much to say. I work a boring desk job, I like to read, and I watch a lot of romcoms. I'm pretty simple.” She explains.

“Everyone's interesting. Especially you. What do you like to read?”

“Oh, anything really. I like to escape to other worlds when I'm bored or sad.”

“That's a lovely way to spend your time.” He compliments.

“What do you like to do?” She inquires.

“I like to cook.” He tells her.

“What's your specialty?”

“Anything. I'm not picky. If it tastes good, I'll eat it.” A suggestive smirk appears on his face.

“Well, I like food too.” She says, ignoring his innuendo.

“Then you and I will get along splendidly.”

The night continues and the two of them keep talking. Harry's charisma is undeniable and Y/N is enamoured. She can't stop looking at him, and every time she does, his eyes are already on her. It makes her stomach flutter and she can't help but wonder what's going through his head. She doesn't think he's like the other men she's been with, and the way he looks at her lets her know she's not a conquest to him.

“May I have this dance?” He asks, holding out his hand.

“Absolutely.” She replies, placing her hand in his. He leads her back onto the dance floor and holds her close. “You're quite the romantic.”

“Am I?” He questions.

“Yes. A regular Prince Charming.”

“I don't think Prince Charming would give you as many suggestive looks as I have.” He admits, smirking.

“Perhaps, but I'm not complaining.”

“Good.”

The music switches from a slow song to an upbeat one. Harry spins her around, and they dance silly, goofy dances. Y/N is giggling loudly and Harry can't help but join in. The two of them are having a blast, and everyone around them is smiling, loving the sight of these two being so carefree.

After a few more dances, the song changes back to a slower tempo, and Harry wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Y/N puts her arms around his neck and they sway to the music. There's a comfortable silence between them and they're just enjoying each other's company.

“What's the story behind your dance down the aisle?” He questions.

“I proposed it as a joke, as I'm the only single one in the group. My friend thought it would be funny, and I wanted to make sure she had the best day of her life, so I did it.”

“Do you wish you were married?”

“Sort of. It's hard seeing all of my friends get married and start their lives, and I'm the only one who's not. But I don't want to rush it.”

“I don't think it's possible to rush love. It's a delicate and beautiful thing, and it can't be forced. When you find the right person, you'll know.” He reassures.

“Thanks, Harry.” She smiles.

“Of course. Anytime.”

Their conversation dies down and they continue to dance. Y/N lays her head on his shoulder, her cheek resting on his chest. She can feel his heart beating rapidly, and his grip tightens around her. Harry rests his chin on the top of her head, and she can hear him take a deep breath. They're pressed closely together, and the moment feels intimate.

After the song ends, Y/N slowly lifts her head from his shoulder and looks into his eyes. The green irises are dark and lustful, and she feels her pulse quicken. Before she can say anything, his lips are on hers, and he's kissing her. It's tender and sweet, and she melts into his embrace. He pulls away too soon and she can't hide the disappointment on her face.

Harry grabs her hand and pulls her away from the dance floor. She doesn't know where they're going, but she's curious. He leads her down a corridor and through the sliding doors to the garden. It's empty and the sound of the fountain in the center of the space can be heard. Harry pulls her further into the garden and behind a large tree, hidden from the party inside.

“What are you-“ Y/N is cut off by his lips on hers, more desperate than before.

Her arms automatically wrap around his neck and she returns the kiss with as much passion. Harry pushes her up against the tree and his hands are on her waist. Y/N tangles her fingers in his curls and she lets out a soft moan, loving the feeling of his hands on her body.

They make out for a while until they need to come up for air. Y/N's lips are swollen and she can feel her heart beating fast. Harry's chest is heaving and his pupils are dilated. The air is electric and the tension is palpable.

“Wow.” She breathes.

“Yeah, wow.” He agrees.

“Why did you take me outside?” She questions.

“I didn't want our first kiss to be in front of everyone.”

“But you did kiss me in there.” Y/N chuckles.

“I couldn't help it. You're beautiful, and I needed to feel your lips on mine. But I didn't want an audience for the second one.”

“How thoughtful.” She smiles.

“I aim to please.” He smirks and cups her cheeks in his big hands, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers again.

Harry's lips are soft and she loves the way he tastes. It's a sweet mixture of whiskey and chocolate. Her head is spinning and she's intoxicated by his scent, his touch, and the feeling of his tongue on hers. He's a skilled kisser, and he knows exactly how to drive her wild. She can feel her core starting to burn and the ache in her core grows.

“God, you're perfect.” He groans against her lips.

“You're not too bad yourself.” She jokes.

“We should probably get back to the reception.”

“We probably should.”

But instead, Y/N pulls him back in and kisses him again. Harry doesn't seem to mind as he reciprocates, his hands wandering over her body, pulling her body impossibly close. A soft moan leaves her mouth at the feeling of his toned body against hers causing Harry to look at her with a knowing grin.

“God, you sound pretty when you do that.” He groans before he reconnects their lips. The two of them continue to make out, completely oblivious to the fact that they should be back at the reception. It's been a long time since either of them has had this kind of connection, and they're determined to savour the moment.

“We really should probably get back.” Y/N sighs as Harry's lips leave her own and begin to travel down her jawline and neck.

“Just a little longer.” Harry murmurs against her skin, causing Y/N to shiver. His hot breath sends a wave of heat through her and her mind begins to cloud. She can feel his hardening bulge through his pants and her panties grow damp at the sensation.

“Harry.” Y/N gasps as his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh on her neck, eliciting a soft whimper from the woman.

“I can't stop.” Harry growls before his lips are back on hers, his tongue fighting for dominance with her own. Y/N's hands grip his hair as her core throbs with need, her body craving his touch.

“Fuck.” Y/N curses as his hands grab her ass, pulling her hips against his, his hard cock grinding against her centre. “We have to stop.”

“Why?” Harry groans.

“Because we're outside, at a wedding.” She points out.

“You have a point.” He reluctantly agrees.

“Come on, let's go.” Y/N smiles as she walks back towards the venue. Harry quickly grabs her by her hand and pulls her back.

“I need to fix your hair, it's a bit messy.” He grins, reaching out to tuck a stray strand behind her ear.

“And whose fault is that?” Y/N quips, earning a chuckle from the man.

“Definitely yours, love.”

Y/N rolls her eyes before Harry pulls her into his arms once more, giving her a gentle peck on the lips. “Let's get back, before someone misses us.” Y/N nods and follows him back into the reception hall, her mind reeling.

When they get back inside, they're met by Y/N's friends, who are all grinning at the two of them.

“You guys have been gone for a good thirty minutes.” One of the girls exclaims, making Y/N blush.

“We were just taking a break.” Y/N quickly responds, avoiding their knowing glances.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” Another one of the girls teases, earning a glare from Y/N.

“Come on, let's go sit.” Y/N grabs Harry's hand and leads him back to the bar, trying her best to ignore the giggles and whispers from her friends.

The rest of the evening goes by quickly and Y/N can't keep her hands off of Harry. The two of them dance, talk, and enjoy each other's company, completely ignoring their surroundings. They're in their own little world, and nothing else matters.

“You should take me home.” Y/N suggests after they've danced a few more songs.

“Oh yeah? Why's that?” He inquires, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I don't want the night to end.” She replies, innocently.

“Then we should definitely leave.” He smiles, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Let me just say goodbye to everyone.”

Harry disappears and Y/N makes her way over to the bride and groom. She wishes them a happy marriage and tells them that she's leaving.

“I'm glad you came.” The bride says, wrapping her arms around her. “And I'm even happier that you had a good time.”

“Thanks for inviting me. It's been a great night.”

“I know. And I think the handsome guy you're leaving with has something to do with it.”

“Oh, Harry?” She asks. “I'm not leaving with him.”

“Sure you are. Don't lie.” She giggles right when Harry shows up and wraps his arm around her waist.

“Are you ready to go?” He questions causing the bride to laugh harder. “What did I miss?” He asks.

“Nothing. Just some girl talk.” Y/N explains. “Let's go.”

Harry takes her hand and the two of them leave the reception hall, heading towards the parking lot. As soon as they're out of sight, he stops and presses her against a wall, capturing her lips with his own. Y/N moans softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, and tugging him closer. It's like the two of them are some horny teenagers all over again, and they can't keep their hands off of each other.

“I can't wait to get you home.” Harry murmurs, his lips ghosting over her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin.

“Then what are you waiting for?” She challenges, earning a smirk from the man.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” He grins, lacing his fingers through hers, and leading her outside to stop a cab.

The two of them get into the cab, and Harry quickly gives the driver his address. He puts his arm around her shoulders and Y/N rests her head on his chest. The ride is silent, the only sound is the cabbie's music.

Y/N looks up at Harry and she can't help but notice how handsome he is. His jaw is clenched and his brow is furrowed. She wonders what he's thinking about, and why he's suddenly so quiet. She reaches out and places her hand on his thigh, trying to get his attention.

“Everything okay?” She asks, concern lacing her voice.

“Yes. Why do you ask?” He questions, turning to look at her.

“You just seem quiet.” She states, a frown on her face.

“Oh, I'm fine. Just thinking about all the things I'm going to do to you when we get back to my place.” He smirks, causing her to blush.

“Harry.” She gasps. “You can't say things like that.” She motions for the driver in front of them, reminding him how they're not alone but Harry just laughs.

“Relax. He can't hear us.” He whispers in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Besides, I can't help it. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“Jesus.” She breathes, her cheeks flushing even more.

“You have no idea, love.” He leans forward and places a soft kiss on her cheek, as his arm that is wrapped around her starts to draw circles on her side.

“Harry, please.” She whimpers, his touch sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

“I love hearing you say my name like that.” He grins. “Do it again.”

“Harry.” She repeats, her eyes meeting his, and she notices his dilated pupils.

“You're killing me, Y/N.” He groans, pulling her closer, his lips meeting hers once again.

“Thank fuck, we're here.” Harry sighs as the cab comes to a stop in front of a large, luxurious building. Harry pays the driver and the two of them get out, the cool air hitting their faces.

Harry's hand finds its way to her lower back as they enter his house. The air between them is charged with electricity and the sexual tension is palpable. Both are eager to get upstairs and tear each other's clothes off.

As soon as the door is shut, Harry pushes her up against it, his lips finding hers once again. His hands are everywhere, cupping her breasts, her ass, and her thighs. She lets out a low moan, her body aching for his touch.

“Bedroom. Now.” Harry demands, his voice husky with lust.

“Yes.” Y/N breathes, following him as he leads her upstairs to his bedroom. The second they enter the room, he kicks the door closed, and turns her around, pressing her against the wall, his lips finding hers once again. Their tongues fight for dominance, both eager to explore the other. Harry's hands roam over her body, tugging at her dress, desperate to get it off. Y/N fumbles with his buttons, her hands trembling as she undoes them. Once his shirt is off, she runs her hands over his toned chest, loving the feeling of his bare skin.

Harry pulls away, a mischievous grin on his face, as he takes in the sight of her. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is mussed, and her lips are swollen from his kisses. She looks utterly delectable, and he can't wait to devour her.

“What?” She asks, her voice thick with desire.

“Nothing.” He responds, his fingers hooking into the straps of her dress, slowly sliding them down her arms.

“Harry, please.” She begs, her body aching for his touch.

“Patience, darling.” He smirks, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on her collarbone. “I'm going to take my time with you.”

His hands move lower, finding the zipper on her dress and tugging it down, his lips following the trail. Once the zipper is down, he helps her step out of the garment, leaving her in only her underwear. She can feel his hot breath on her skin, and it sends a shiver down her spine.

“God, you're beautiful.” He murmurs, his gaze roaming over her body.

“Harry.” She whines, wanting him to touch her.

“Shh. I've got you.” He reassures her, his hands moving to her hips, his lips kissing her neck. “Let me make you feel good.”

He cups her breasts through her lacey bra, causing her to moan, her back arching into his touch. He teases her, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples, eliciting more moans from her. After a few minutes, he moves his hands down to her waist, his lips continuing their assault on her neck. He gently nips at her skin, his fingers dancing over her flesh. She lets out a soft whimper, her body on fire.

Harry's hands move to her back, cupping her ass, and tugging her closer, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along her shoulder. His fingers dip beneath the waistband of her panties, his touch feather-light, teasing her.

“I can't wait to touch you, love.” He whispers in her ear, his teeth lightly biting her earlobe. His fingers slip under her panties, teasingly brushing over her skin before he withdraws his hand.

“No!” She whines, her hands grasp his in an attempt to pull him back.

“So needy.” He chuckles, his hands moving back to her waist, pulling her against him.

“Harry, please.” She begs, her hands roaming over his chest.

“Not yet.” He smirks, his hands moving behind her, expertly unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the ground. “God, you're gorgeous.” He growls, his eyes hungrily roaming over her breasts. His lips find her nipple, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud, his hand caressing the other breast. She moans, her head falling back against the wall, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“That's it.” He groans, his free hand gripping her waist. “I want to hear you.”

His lips move to her other nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. He continues his ministrations, his hand moving lower, cupping her core through her panties. He can feel her heat and it sends a wave of desire through him. He wants her so badly, but he wants to tease her, to drive her crazy with need.

“Harry.” She pants, her hips grinding against his hand.

“Yes, love?” He hums, his fingers teasing her entrance through the thin material of her panties.

“I need you.” She moans, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Tell me what you want.” He growls, his hand cupping her, applying pressure.

“I want you.” She cries out, her body aching for his touch. “I want your fingers. Your mouth. I want you inside me.”

“You're going to have to be more specific.” He smirks, his lips kissing her jawline.

“Your cock. I want you to fuck me.” She begs, her hands pulling his belt off and opening his trousers.

“Fuck.” He groans, his eyes darkening with lust. He loves how desperate she is, and he's dying to feel her tight heat around him. “I'm going to make you feel so good, love.”

He quickly pushes the fabric of his trousers down his legs before his hands hook into the waistband of her panties and he slowly pulls them down, exposing her dripping core. The sight in front of him causes his mouth to water, and he can't wait to get a taste. He drops down to his knees, his lips kissing the skin of her inner thighs. She trembles under his touch, her hands tangling in his hair, trying to get him where she needs him most.

“Please, Harry.” She moans as she leans her back against the wall, her legs shaking.

“Patience.” He smirks, his hands caressing her legs.

“I don't want to be patient. I need you.”

“You'll have me. Soon.” He promises, his fingers gently spreading her open. She lets out a gasp as his thumb brushes over her sensitive bud. “Is this what you want?” He asks, his tongue flicking over her clit.

“Yes.” She cries, her hips bucking towards him. He continues his assault on her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance, her juices coating his hand. She's so wet, and it's driving him crazy. He can't wait to be inside her.

“Fuck.” She curses, her body trembling. He inserts a finger inside her, pumping in and out very slowly, his tongue lapping at her clit.

“That's it.” He murmurs, his hand reaching up and grabbing her breast, his fingers tweaking her nipple. “You're so wet for me.”

She moans, her back arching, her hands tugging his hair. He adds another finger, his pace quickening.

“Oh, God.” She cries, her hips thrusting against his hand. He growls, loving how she's so responsive to his touch.

“You taste so good, love.” He groans, his tongue licking a stripe from her entrance to her clit. “And you feel amazing.”

“Please, Harry.” She begs, her eyes closing in pleasure. “Make me come.”

“With pleasure.” He replies, his fingers pumping faster, curling to hit her g-spot, his lips sucking her clit. She's close, he can feel it, her walls tightening around his fingers. Loud moans fill the room and Harry feels like he's in heaven. Her juices flow freely and he laps them up, his tongue working furiously on her clit.

“Oh fuck!” She screams, her body shaking, as her orgasm rips through her. Harry groans, his mouth moving from her clit to her entrance, his tongue fucking her.

“God, you're beautiful when you come.” He mutters, his lips trailing up her body. He captures her lips in a passionate kiss, her taste lingering on his lips. She moans into the kiss, her body still trembling from her climax as his fingers gently rub small circles on her clit.

“Oh fuck.” She pants, her eyes meeting his. “That was amazing.”

“It was.” He agrees, his hands resting on her hips. “But I'm not done with you yet.”

“Good.” She smiles, her hands roaming over his chest, her fingers finding his nipples, and teasing them. He groans, his hands squeezing her ass.

“Do you know what I'm going to do to you?” He asks, his hands trailing down her body.

“No.” She whispers, her eyes wide.

“I'm going lay you down on my bed, and spread your legs open.” He explains, kissing her in between his words and slowly guiding her towards his bed. “Because I want to see the look on your face when my cock enters you for the first time. And then, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to bury myself deep inside you, and I'm going to make you scream my name.”

“God, yes.” She breathes, her mind racing at the thought.

“I'm going to make you come so hard that you'll forget everything but my name.” He growls, his teeth nipping at her neck.

“Please.” She begs, her eyes locking with his. “Please, fuck me.”

“Get on the bed.” He orders, his voice rough. She does as she's told, lying down on her back, her legs slightly spread. Harry finally gets rid of his boxers, his hard cock springing free. Y/N can't help but stare, his length is impressive, and she can't wait to feel him.

Harry grabs a condom from his nightstand before he joins her on the bed, his body covering hers. He captures her lips in a heated kiss, his tongue battling hers. His hands roam over her body, mapping out her curves, memorizing every inch of her.

“You're so fucking beautiful.” He murmurs, his hands caressing her breasts, her nipples pebbling beneath his touch. She moans, her hips grinding against him, her body craving friction. He growls, his teeth scraping over her sensitive bud.

“Harry.” She whimpers, her hands reaching down and grabbing his ass, pushing him closer.

“So needy.” He laughs, his hands moving down her body.

“I just need you.” She replies, her lips capturing his. “Now.”

“Fuck.” He curses, his cock rubbing against her entrance, teasing her. It takes everything in him to not just plunge inside her as he still needs to put on the condom.

“Come on.” She begs, her legs wrapping around his hips. “Please.”

“So impatient.” He smirks, sitting up and rolling the condom over his hard length. “Are you ready, love?”

“Yes. Please.” She pleads, her eyes locking with his. He grins, his fingers caressing her cheek before his lips crash against hers. His hips thrust forward, and he slowly enters her.

“Holy shit.” She gasps, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He feels so good, and she can't help but let out a long moan as he bottoms out.

“Fuck, you're tight.” He groans, his eyes screwing shut as he tries to focus.

“More.” She begs, her legs tightening around him. “Please, Harry. Move.”

He doesn't need to be told twice as he pulls back, his cock almost leaving her, before he snaps his hips forward, his entire length filling her once again. The look on her face is pure ecstasy and it drives him wild. He sets a slow pace, his cock moving in and out of her, her walls fluttering around him.

“Harry.” She pants, her hips meeting his thrusts, her body arching into his.

“You feel so good, love.” He moans, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing soft circles over it.

“Faster.” She whines, her eyes meeting his. He grins, his pace quickening, his hips slamming into hers. Harry groans, his lips attacking her neck, his teeth scraping over her sensitive skin.

“Fuck.” She cries, her hips rising to meet his, her nails raking down his back.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispers, his hands cupping her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. “You're taking me so well.”

“Harder, please.” She begs, her walls clenching around him, her climax building.

“I'm going to make you come.” He promises, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. He pulls her against him, his cock pounding into her.

“Oh, God.” She whimpers, her toes curling, her back arching, her body trembling. “I'm so close.”

“Come for me, love.” He growls, his hands holding her hips, his thumb pressing against her clit.

“Harry!” She screams, her orgasm hitting her hard, her body shuddering.

“Fuck.” He curses, feeling her walls clench around him. It's almost too much, and he knows he won't last long if he keeps up his fast pace.

“I'm not done with you yet, baby.” He pants, slowing down his thrusts, giving her, but more himself, a moment to recover. “I'm going to make you come again.”

“You can't be serious.” She whimpers, her hands tangling in his hair. “I-I can't.”

“I'm very serious.” He grins, his thumb gently rubbing her clit. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” She moans, her body already craving another release. “Don't stop.”

“That's what I thought.” He chuckles, he pulls out completely, and Y/N whimpers at the loss. “Turn around.” He orders, helping her onto her hands and knees.

“God, your arse is gorgeous.” He moans, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin. She blushes, his praise sending shivers down her spine. “I'm going to make you feel so good.” He promises, his hands spreading her cheeks. Harry groans at the sight of her puckering hole. She's never been in this position before where the man spreads her cheeks, and it's a little intimidating.

“Relax, love.” He coos, his thumb circling her other entrance. “I'm not going to take you there.”

“Okay.” She nods, letting out a deep breath, her muscles relaxing.

“Good girl.” He praises her, his hands spreading her open, his cock teasing her entrance. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” She whimpers, her fingers gripping the sheets, bracing herself for him. Harry enters her slowly, his cock filling her completely. He starts with a slow pace, allowing her to get used to the new angle. After a few moments, he picks up the pace, his hips snapping against her ass, his cock pounding into her.

“Holy fuck!” She cries out, her back arching, her arms collapsing.

“That's it, baby.” He growls, his hands squeezing her ass, his nails digging into her flesh.

“Harry.” She whimpers, her hands grasping the pillows, her knuckles turning white.

“Do you want to come?” He asks, his finger ghosting over her asshole.

“Yes, please.” She moans, her legs shaking, her body craving another release.

“Beg.” He orders, his finger rubbing soft circles over her entrance.

“Harry, please.” She cries, her voice muffled by the pillows.

“What was that?” He teases, his cock hitting her g-spot.

“Please, make me come.” She whines, her back arching, her head falling forward, her hair spilling over her shoulders.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He replies, his finger pushing into her. “I'll give you what you want.”

“Oh, God.” She whimpers, her body shivering at the sensation. She's never had a man's finger in her ass before, and it feels a lot better than she thought.

“You like that?” He asks, his cock and finger both hitting her sweet spot.

“Hmh, fuck yes.” She moans, her walls clenching around him, her climax dangerously close.

“I can feel how close you are, love.” He groans, his finger and hips working faster. “Come for me.”

“Harry!” She cries out, her entire body convulsing as her third orgasm of the night hits her hard. Her walls flutter around him, and it only takes a few more thrusts for him to come, his cock twitching inside her.

“Fuck.” He groans, pulling his finger out, and collapsing next to her, his arm wrapping around her.

“That was...” She trails off, trying to catch her breath.

“Amazing?” He offers, grinning.

“Yes.” She nods, her head resting on his chest.

“We should definitely do this again.” He says, his hands combing through her hair.

“Definitely.” She smiles, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. They lie there for a while, their breathing returning to normal.

“Stay here.” Harry whispers, his hand cupping her cheek and kissing her gently. He rolls out of bed, discarding the condom, and pulling on a fresh pair of boxers before making his way to the bathroom, quickly washing his hands and he returns a few moments later, a warm, wet cloth in his hand.

“Come on, love.” He smiles, carefully spreading her legs. She looks at him, her cheeks flushed as he wipes away her juices and sweat.

“Thank you.” She mumbles, her hand caressing his cheek, her thumb brushing over his dimple.

“You're welcome.” He smiles, dropping the cloth to the ground and getting back in bed, his arm pulling her close.

“Harry.” She begins, her finger trailing over his tattoo.

“Yes, love.”

“I, uhm.” She pauses, unsure how to say it. “Can I stay the night?”

“Of course.” He nods, his hands tucking a loose strand behind her ear. “I didn't want you to leave anyway.”

“Good.” She smiles, her eyes searching his.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, his hand cupping her chin, his thumb stroking her bottom lip.

“How amazing that was.”

“It was.” He agrees, his lips curving into a smile. “But that's not what you were thinking.”

“Okay.” She chuckles, her hand reaching for his, her fingers intertwining. “I was thinking about how you made me feel special. No man has ever treated me the way you did.”

“Well, they were idiots.” He replies, his fingers brushing her cheek. “Because you deserve the world, love.”

“I don't think any of them would've done what you did tonight.” She confesses, her eyes locking with his.

“Probably not.” He chuckles, his hand gently stroking her back. “But it's their loss.”

“It is.” She agrees, a smile on her face.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow?” He asks, his fingers combing through her hair.

“Not yet.”

“Good. Because I would love to do all of this all over again.” He grins, his arms tightening around her.

“Sounds like a good plan.”

“I'm glad you agree.” He laughs, his eyes meeting hers. “But for now, we should get some sleep.”

“Yes.” She yawns, her eyelids already getting heavy.

“Good night, love.” He smiles, his lips kissing her forehead.

“Night, Harry.” She mumbles, her head resting on his chest, and falling asleep a few moments later. Harry stays awake a little longer, his eyes roaming over her, and admiring how peaceful she looks. He's not sure why, but there's something about her that draws him in, and he knows he'll do anything to keep her by his side.

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She knew Harry was going to be at her place tonight, they had made plans to hang out and watch a movie. She also knew that if she had any wine in her system, she'd be more likely to bring up the topic of sex, without getting too embarrassed. So, after dinner, she popped open a bottle of her favourite red wine and took a few big gulps before Harry came over. And he, of course, got there at exactly 9 PM.

“Hey.” Y/N greeted him at the door.

“Hey.” Harry smiled as he hugged her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. He stepped inside and took off his shoes and jacket.

“Come on in, make yourself comfortable.” She told him as she locked the door. “I'm just about to get the movie started.”

Harry walked over to the sofa and sat down. Y/N grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle of wine, along with the remote.

“So, what are we watching tonight?” Harry asked.

“Um.” Y/N said as she opened the bottle and poured two glasses, “I was thinking something light and fun, like, uh... a rom-com, maybe.” She handed Harry his glass.

“You alright?” Harry asked. He had noticed the way her eyes shifted when she answered.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.” Y/N smiled at him and sat down, making sure her leg was touching his. Harry eyed her, not entirely convinced, but he didn't want to press her for information if she didn't want to give it.

Y/N pressed play and the two sat in silence, watching the movie. Y/N didn't find herself paying much attention though. All she could think about was how to broach the topic with him. How did people even have this conversation?

It wasn't until half an hour into the movie that Harry looked over and noticed her fidgeting. “Are you sure everything's okay?”

“Hm?” She asked, not paying attention.

“You seem a bit fidgety tonight. More so than usual.” He said.

“Oh, um...” She bit her bottom lip and looked at him. He could see the slight flush in her cheeks. “Harry, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” Harry shifted to face her better. “You can ask me anything, you know that.”

Y/N sighed, she knew she could, but this was a sensitive subject. She took a deep breath and downed the rest of her wine before setting her glass down on the coffee table.

“Okay, so, don't freak out, okay?” She started, nervously rubbing her palms on her thighs.

“Freak out? Why would I freak out?”

“Just, please, don't.”

“Okay.”

Y/N sighed and rubbed her thighs again. She could do this. “Okay, so, I've been dating, right? And, um, well, I'm just not having, you know, luck, with that.”

Harry nodded, understanding her struggle. “I see.”

“And, uh, I was wondering.” She paused, biting her lip. This was harder than she thought it would be.

“Yes?”

“Well, I was wondering, how do you, you know, keep yourself occupied? Like, um, sexually, I mean.”

Harry smiled, he understood where she was going with this. He reached out and placed his hand on her thigh, gently caressing it. “Why? Are you in need of a good fuck, Y/N?”

“Well, when you put it that way.” She chuckles at him, the tension in her body slowly relaxing. Harry knows how to put her at ease, and that's exactly what she needs right now. “I guess I am.”

“So, is that what you're asking me, baby?”

“Kind of, I just need, um, help. I haven't, you know, been satisfied in a while, and, um, you seem to know you're doi-“

“Say no more.” He interrupted. “I understand completely.”

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. Was he offering her what she thought he was offering?

“You mean-“

“I mean.” Harry cut her off, sliding his hand further up her thigh. “I'll help you in whatever way you need.”

Y/N's breathing was heavy. Her pussy was throbbing and she could feel the wetness seeping into her panties. She didn't know how to respond. She was so turned on, so aroused, and she had never been like this before.

“So, what's first?” He asked, his hand now rubbing her inner thigh. “Do you want to start slow, or do you want to get straight to the point?”

“I want you to take care of me, Harry.” Y/N said, her voice almost a whisper. “I trust you.”

“Good.” He smiled. He leaned forward and cupped her face, kissing her passionately. Y/N kissed him back, her lips parting slightly. She moaned softly against his mouth, her tongue meeting his. It's not like they've never kissed before, they've had a few drunken kisses here and there. But, this is different, they both know it. Harry pulled away from the kiss, leaving Y/N panting and wanting more.

“You taste so good.” He whispered, licking his lips. Y/N could feel herself getting wetter, her pussy aching for attention. She needed him, badly.

“Harry, please.” She begged. “Please touch me.”

Harry smirked, his fingers running up her thigh, slipping underneath her skirt. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”

“Mm, such a good girl.” His fingertips ran over her panties, feeling her wetness. Y/N couldn't help but whimper at his words. “You're so wet for me already.” He whispered, his finger pushing past her panties and teasing her entrance. “You want this so bad, don't you?”

“Yes.” She whimpered. “Yes, I do.”

Harry chuckled, his fingers dipping into her wetness. “I can tell.” He teased her clit with his thumb, rubbing circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Y/N moaned, her hips bucking into his hand.

“Ah, ah.” He said, his other hand pushing her hips back onto the sofa. “Don't get ahead of yourself, baby. I'm gonna take care of you, remember?”

“Y-yes, sorry.” She mumbled. Harry smiled and kissed her neck, sucking lightly on the skin.

“You're such a good girl.” He whispered. “I can't wait to taste you.”

“Yes, please.” She said. “I want that so bad.”

“Good.” He continued teasing her with his fingers, his lips working their way up to her ear. “I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby.”

“God, yes.” She moaned. She felt his teeth graze her earlobe. “Please, fuck me, Harry.”

Harry chuckled and bit her earlobe. “Not yet.” He pulled his hand from between her legs and pushed her back, making her lie down. “I want to savour this.” He straddled her and began unbuttoning her shirt. He pushed her shirt open, exposing her bra. She purposefully chose to wear one of her sexier bras tonight, hoping this would happen.

“This looks delicious.” Harry ran his hands over her breasts, squeezing them lightly. He bent down and licked a trail between her breasts. Y/N arched her back, moaning. He unhooked her bra and pulled it off, tossing it aside. He looked down at her, admiring her tits.

“Perfect.” He whispered.

“Harry.” She whined. “Please, touch me.”

“I am.” He said. “You want me to touch your pretty little pussy, don't you?”

“Please.” She whimpered. “Yes, please.”

“Mm, such a good girl, begging for my touch.” He teased her nipples with his thumbs, then pinched them, causing her to moan. “You're so beautiful, baby.”

He leaned down and licked her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Y/N moaned louder, her hips bucking into the air.

“Oh, god.” She cried out. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“Mm.” Harry hummed against her breast, sending vibrations through her. He pulled back and moved to the other breast, licking and sucking on it. He then moved up, kissing her neck and nibbling her skin. Harry smirked, sliding back down her body. He reached under her skirt and tugged her panties down. He slid his fingers over her wetness, then pulled them back.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded. She did as he said, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. He brought his fingers to her mouth and let her wet his digits. “Suck.” He commanded. She closed her lips around his fingers, sucking and licking. He moaned softly, his eyes locked on hers. He pulled his fingers from her mouth, leaving her breathless.

“Good girl.” He moved his fingers down her body, sliding over her folds. He circled her clit, teasing her.

“Ah!” She moaned. “Please, Harry, I need you.”

“Tell me, baby.” He said, rubbing her clit with his thumb. “How long has it been since you've had a proper fucking?”

“Too long.” She said, her hips bucking.

“Do you think you can handle my cock later, baby?” He asked.

“Yes.” She moaned.

“Good.” He pressed his finger against her entrance, then slid it inside. “I'll make sure you're nice and stretched.”

He pumped his finger in and out, curling it up against her G-spot. He added a second finger, stretching her. Y/N moaned, her back arching. She was already feeling so good, and they barely started.

“God, baby.” He moaned. “You're so wet.” He pumped his fingers, hitting her G-spot over and over. She was whimpering and moaning, her hips rocking with his thrusts.

“Harry, oh, god.” She cried out.

“You like that, baby?” He asked, smirking.

“Yes.” She moaned. “So much.”

“Good.” He sped up his pace, fucking her harder with his fingers. She moaned loudly, her body trembling.

“Mm, yes.” She moaned. “I'm so close, Harry.”

“That's it, baby.” He cooed. “Come for me, you deserve it.”

Y/N let out a loud moan at the praise he was giving her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers and her whole body shook. Harry kept fucking her with his fingers, bringing her over the edge.

“Yes, yes.” She moaned, her eyes rolling back.

“Let it go, love.” He said, his thumb pressing down on her clit. She came hard, her whole body trembling.

“Fuck!” She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. She rode his fingers, her hips bucking uncontrollably. He pumped his fingers, drawing out her orgasm. She panted and moaned, her hips rocking. He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, sucking on them.

“You taste so good, baby.” He said. “I could eat your pussy all night.”

“Mhm, please.” She moaned.

“Oh? Would you like that? You'd like me to eat your pussy all night?”

“God, yes.” She panted.

“Mm, such a good girl.” He kissed her, tasting her on his lips. He pulled back and smirked. “Stand up.”

She did as he said, standing up and facing him.

“Take off your skirt.” He commanded. She obeyed, taking off her skirt and tossing it aside.

“Good girl.” He smirked and reached out, pulling her towards him. She's standing in between his legs, and his hands are roaming her body. He places soft kisses on her stomach and hips.

“Harry.” She moaned.

“What is it, baby?” He asked, looking up at her. The view he's given looks amazing, his mouth inches away from her cunt, his lips parted.

“Please.” She moaned. “Fuck me, please.”

“Is that what you want?” He teased her. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, yes.”

“I don't think we're quite there yet, baby.” He said, teasing her entrance with his finger. “Go lie on the dining table.”

She gives him a weird look but does as he says. She dribbles to the kitchen and Harry follows behind her, and once she's on the table, he pushes her legs open.

“I've wanted to do this since we started tonight.” He says, bending down and kissing her inner thighs. He licks his lips and looks up at her, his pupils blown wide. He's not lying, he's been waiting for this, and he's so hard right now, but he's not going to give in, not just yet.

“Oh, Harry.” Y/N whimpers. She's so turned on and horny, and he's being a tease.

“What is it, baby?” He asked.

“You know what.” She pouted.

“No, I don't. You have to tell me what you want, Y/N.”

She whimpers again, biting her lip. She's embarrassed.

“Y/N.” He warns, his voice low and gravelly. “If you don't tell me, I'll stop, and I'll leave you wanting.”

She groans. She's so desperate and horny, she needs him so bad, and he's making her work for it.

“I want you to eat me out, Harry. I want your tongue on my clit. Please, please.”

“Good girl.” He whispers with a smirk on his face. He leans forward. “Spread your legs for me.”

She does, and he's immediately between them. His nose brushes against her slit and his tongue darts out, licking her. She gasps, her back arching. He keeps licking, his tongue moving in circles. He pushes it into her and she moans even louder. He's so good at this, he knows just where to put his tongue and how much pressure to apply.

“Fuck, Harry.” She moans. “You're so good.”

He moans against her, and the vibrations drive her wild. He continues to lick her, his tongue swirling over her clit. She simply can't keep quiet when he's making her feel this good. She doesn't even care if her neighbours might overhear her.

“You taste so good, baby.” He breathes continuing his torture. He pushes his tongue inside her and swirls it around. She cries out, her body trembling. He inserts two fingers in her cunt and she nearly loses it.

“Oh, god.” She moans, her hips rocking.

“That's it, baby.” He moans, his fingers curling up to her G-spot. She cries out, her back arching off the table. He continues licking and sucking her clit while his fingers pump in and out of her. She's a panting mess, and her body is trembling.

“Harry.” She moans, her orgasm nearing. The feeling is overwhelming, nothing like she's ever felt before. “Oh, god, Harry.”

He moans against her, sending vibrations through her.

“Ah!” She cries out, her body tensing. She comes hard, spurts of liquid gushing out of her, coating Harry's chin and mouth.

“Mm.” He hums, licking up her cum. “Delicious.” He stands up, his pants tented from his erection.

“You've made a mess, Y/N.” He says.

“I-I'm sorry. I've never-“

“No need to apologise, baby.” He smiles. “It was amazing.” He pulls his pants down, his hard cock springing free. Y/N licks her lips and sits up straight to take a good look at him. She can't wait for him to be inside her, to fill her up.

“Are you ready for more, love?”

“Yes.” She moans.

“Good.” He whispers, his voice low and gravelly. “Come here and bend over.”

She gets off the table and bends over it. Harry stands behind her and runs his hand over her arse, his cock rubbing against her.

“You're so beautiful, baby.” He says, pushing her hair away from her face.

“Harry.” She moans, “Please, I can't wait anymore. I need you.”

“Don't worry, baby, you're about to get what you need.” He spits on his hand and coats his cock. He teases her entrance, the head of his cock pushing against her folds. He's so close, and yet, he's teasing her even more.

“Mm.” He moans. “You're so tight.” He slides into her, she's so wet that he has no trouble filling her up. He starts to move, thrusting his hips. His cock moves in and out of her, hitting all the right spots. She can hear the slapping sound of their skin, the squelching of her wet pussy as he fucks her. She's so lost in the moment that she barely registers her own moans.

“Fuck.” She moans, “Harry, fuck.”

“That's it, baby, moan for me.” He growls. He reaches around her, his hand rubbing her clit. She's a moaning mess, her body writhing as he fucks her. He thrusts his hips, pushing himself deeper into her. She cries out, her hands gripping the table.

“Ah, Harry!” she cries out. “You're so big, it's so good.”

“Mm, yes.” He moans, his other hand on her arse. He rubs her clit and spanks her at the same time, causing her to cry out.

“Oh, fuck.” She moans. She's close, she can feel it.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes.” She breathes, her orgasm building.

“I can feel it, Y/N.” He moans. “Your tight little pussy is squeezing me. Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“Yes, oh, god.” She moans.

“Yes, that's it.” He moans. “Come for me.”

Her body tenses and she lets out a scream, her orgasm hitting her. Her pussy clenches around him and he groans. He's so close, but he holds himself back, not wanting to come just yet. He wants her to come at least one more time before he does.

“Y/N.” He pants, his hips stilling. “You're amazing, baby.”

“So are you.” She pants, her body spent. “You're incredible.”

He laughs and pulls out of her. He turns her around and kisses her, his hands on her waist. She moans into his mouth, her hands running up his back.

“Let's go to your room.” He says, pulling back. “I'm not done with you yet.”

“Mm, good.” She giggles. They head to her bedroom and he lays her down on the bed. He climbs on top of her and kisses her neck, his lips trailing down to her breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling around the hardened bud.

“Oh, god.” She moans. “Please, fuck me, Harry. I need your cock in me.”

“Mm.” He moans against her, his hand sliding down her body and between her legs. Only to pull one of her legs up, and spread her open, her entrance on display for him.

“Look at you, all ready for me.” He whispers. “So wet, and so hot.”

He slides into her and starts to move, thrusting his hips. She moans, her hands gripping the sheets. The new angle feels amazing, his cock rubbing against her walls.

“Oh, god.” She moans. “Fuck.”

“Mm.” He moans. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes.” She breathes, her eyes closing.

“Open your eyes, love.” He commands. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

She opens her eyes and meets his gaze. His green eyes are dark with lust, his pupils blown wide. She's never seen anything more intense in her life. Her heartbeat is racing, and she's so turned on that she can't think straight.

“Oh, god.” She moans. “Harry...”

“What is it, baby?” he asks, a smug grin on his face.

“You're going to make me come.”

“Yes, baby, that's the idea.”

“Ah.” She moans, her body trembling. “Please.”

“Come for me, baby.” He commands. “Come all over my cock.”

Her whole body tenses and her pussy clenches around him. She screams as her orgasm hits her, waves of pleasure coursing through her. She's sobbing, the sensation too much for her to handle.

“Fuck.” Harry moans, his own orgasm nearing. He pumps his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her, the sound of skin slapping and squelching filling the air. “Oh, god.” He moans, his rhythm getting sloppy. “Y/N.”

She's crying out, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching around his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” He cries out, he's quick to pull out and he's jerking himself off, his cock pointing at her pussy. His cum spills out of him, landing on her wet cunt. He pants, his breathing ragged, his body shaking.

“Look at the mess we've made.” He says, spreading her open. His cum mixed with hers. “So messy.” He leans down and licks her clean. “Mm, delicious.”

“Fuck.” Y/N pants, she's never seen a man eat her out after he came all over her pussy. It might be the most erotic thing she's ever seen.

“You did so good, Y/N.” Harry says, kissing her stomach. “You were perfect.”

“You were, too.”

“We should probably shower.” He says, standing up. “You're a mess, and so am I.”

“Yes, we should.”

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“Did you ever go surfing?” He asks suddenly.

“Once. I was so bad, I never tried it again.” She laughs at the memory. “It's a lot harder than it looks.”

“Do you want to try again?” Harry asks as he watches a surfer catch a wave.

“I'd rather watch.” She smirks as she takes a seat on a rock and pulls Harry down to sit next to her. They watch the surfers glide across the water and Harry smiles when he spots a surfer that was clearly more experienced than the others. He is graceful and his form is perfect.

“How about supping?” He asks when they watch another surfer wipe out.

“What's supping?”

“That.” He points to a surfer who is standing on top of his board, the water is calm and flat. “Kind of like that but you have this paddle stick to move forward. No waves are needed.”

“Sure, why not? It can't be any harder than surfing, right?”

“Not at all.” He stands up and takes her hand in his. “Let's go tomorrow. We'll take out some sup boards and paddle around. I promise to catch you if you fall.”

“You can't catch me.”

“Oh, I think I can.” Harry laughs as he picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, carrying her back to the hotel. ***

The next morning Harry and Y/N get up early. After breakfast, they take a stroll down to the resort's beach and visit the rental shop. The staff are very friendly and eager to help.

“Good morning, we would like to rent two sup boards for today.”

“Of course. Any experience?”

“None.”

“Okay, so we have two options for you.” The young man behind the counter starts explaining the options. Harry is listening carefully while Y/N studies the boards and paddles. She is a little nervous but excited. “You could each take one of the smaller boards which would be easier to control, or we have the big boards that are more stable and they are suitable for two people.”

“The big ones.” Harry nods. “Sounds romantic.” He grins.

“Very romantic.” The clerk grins back.

Harry pays for the equipment and they follow the man down to the beach. He shows them the basics of using the boards and helps them attach the paddles.

“It's very important one of you uses the leg rope so the board won't drift away if both of you fall off.”

“Okay, we'll do that.” Harry nods. “Are we good?”

“All set. Have fun and good luck.” The clerk smiles as he walks away, leaving the couple alone after they put their belongings in a locker near the rental shop.

“You ready, baby?” Harry looks at Y/N.

“Ready.” She nods, taking his hand.

“How about you go sit on the board first and I'll push you out. Then I'll get on too.”

“Okay.” She gets on the board and Harry gives it a firm push, sending the board and her gliding out into the water. He runs after her and jumps on. Both of them are sitting down giving Harry some time to attach the rope to his ankle and stand up before they start paddling.

“See? This is easy!” Harry beams.

“It's great!” Y/N smiles back. The wind is calm and the water is flat and clear. It's a perfect morning.

Y/N is sitting cross-legged on the front side of the board with her hands resting behind her while Harry is standing, his legs spread to keep his balance and his hands on the paddle. He's pushing the paddle through the water with ease.

“Are you happy we didn't go with the small boards?” Harry asks as they paddle.

“Very. This is really relaxing. I would've been very stressed if I had to do all of this by myself.”

“It's not stressful. If you get the hang of it, you'll be fine.” Harry says confidently.

“Yeah, yeah. Let's not get ahead of ourselves, okay? Let's enjoy this for now.”

“Alright.” Harry laughs. He loves how she can't stand it when he acts overconfident. “What would you say to a little adventure?” He asks suddenly, his mischievous tone catching her attention.

“What are you talking about?” She turns her head to look at him.

“Look where we are.” He nods his head towards the horizon and she turns around, spotting a group of rocks in the distance.

“Yeah. And?”

“We should go see what's behind the rocks. Come on, it'll be fun.”

“Harry.” She laughs. “We don't know what's behind there.”

“Exactly. That's the point of going on a little adventure, plus it will give us some privacy.” Harry smirks and starts paddling towards the rocks.

“Why do we need privacy? We're alone out here.”

“You'll see.” Harry wiggles his eyebrows and turns his focus back to paddling. Y/N has no choice but to look at the rocks getting closer. She still can't see what's behind them. But when they round them, she is awestruck by the scene in front of her. The view behind the rocks is spectacular, there's a hidden lagoon that's almost completely surrounded by rocks.

Harry makes his way to the centre and stabs the bottom with the paddle. The water isn't very deep in the middle and it's clear, showing every gorgeous detail of the bottom. When the board is anchored, Harry sits down and lets his legs hang into the water.

“This is amazing, wow.” Y/N's mouth drops open.

“Right? Told you, it was worth it.”

“That you did.” She giggles as she turns around on the board, now facing him. Her legs are splayed on either side of his and she leans forward to kiss him.

Harry cups her face in his hands and immediately deepens the kiss. He licks his way into her mouth and their tongues battle for dominance. When she moans into his mouth, he pulls away breathlessly, his brain fogs up with desire.

“Baby.” He presses his forehead against hers.

“Yeah?”

“Lie down. I want to try something.” He mumbles as he places a kiss on her nose.

“What are you talking about? We can't...” Y/N's eyes widen.

“No, no... Not that.” He chuckles.

“Oh...” Her cheeks blush a little. Harry smiles at her innocently and she lies down on the sup board, trying her best to keep her balance so they won't topple over. Harry wiggles his way onto the board and manages to lie down on his stomach, Y/N's legs are slightly spread around him and his body fits perfectly between them. She props herself up on her elbows to look at him.

“Hi.” He looks up at her, his chin propped against her lower belly.

“Hey, you.” She cups his face in her hands. “I have no idea what's going on here.” She says.

“Can't a guy enjoy a nice view for a second?” Harry grins as he slowly lifts the hem of her bikini top. Her face flushes pink as he peeks at her pebbled nipples before he quickly covers her up. He teases her for a moment before he lowers his head and plants a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her torso. His tongue dances over her salty skin as he moans, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her entire body starts to tingle. The feel of the hot sun on her skin, the fresh wind blowing on her face and Harry's lips moving along her body overwhelms her.

“Fuck, Harry, what are you doing?” She breathes.

“Touching you. Kissing you. Like you deserve.” He replies as he continues his journey towards the edge of her bikini bottoms.

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“Hmmm, I think we should probably just lay out by the pool.” Y/N suggests and looks up at Harry through her lashes.

“We can always go sightseeing another day. What about the beach?” He replies.

“Yes, let's do that! There are also lots of beautiful beaches on the island. The water's supposed to be really nice.” She agrees.

The next day they wake up to a warm morning, which they enjoy by having breakfast on the balcony. After eating they decide to get ready and head out. While Y/N is putting her bikini on, Harry goes through his bag to get their towels and some sunscreen. He places them on the bed and waits for his wife. When she comes out, Harry can't help but stare at her beautiful figure in her bright red two-piece bikini. Her legs seem to go on for days in her white floral kimono-style cover-up.

“Is it a good view?” Y/N smirks as she notices the way his eyes scan her body.

“The best one.” Harry grins, before placing a soft kiss on her lips. “Ready to go?”

She nods and takes hold of his hand before they leave the suite together.

After a nice walk, they arrive at the beach. Harry finds two free sunbeds, while Y/N puts up their parasol. He takes a seat on one and hands the bottle of sunscreen to Y/N, before laying back and putting his shades on.

“What? You expect me to do this on my own?” She frowns, causing him to laugh.

“Just joking. Get on top.”

With a smirk on her face, she straddles his hips. She squeezes some sunscreen in the palm of her hand, rubs them together and slowly spreads it on her arms and legs while looking down at her husband. Harry follows her every move and she can feel his bulge pressing against her inner thighs. She slowly reaches her chest and lets her fingers travel along her cleavage, her breasts and her stomach. The sunscreen turns milky as she rubs it on her skin. When she's done with her upper body, she looks Harry in the eye, as she places her hands on his stomach for balance and moves back a little, sitting down between his legs and she places her feet on either side of him. She then rubs her hands on the front of her thighs before moving down and covering her legs with sunscreen. Her husband can't stop watching as her fingers disappear behind her knees, or how they tease at the hem of her bikini bottoms. He lets out a groan and she smirks knowing that he can't hold himself back. He then sits up and puts his arms around her waist to pull her into a kiss.

“Can you do my back?” She whispers.

He nods and sits up a little bit. She turns around on the sunbed, still sitting between his legs but with her back facing him. She looks back at him and gives him the sunscreen bottle, while she holds her hair up, giving him access to her shoulders and the back of her neck. His fingers move along her shoulder blades before they travel down and trace the clasp of her top, causing her to shiver. He then puts a little more sunscreen on his hands before continuing on her lower back and over her hips. He teases her, sliding his fingers over her thighs and pressing soft kisses to her shoulders and the back of her neck. The beach isn't very crowded at this hour, and this resort is private so they know there won't be any paparazzi lurking about. He gently squeezes her thighs as his mouth finds a particularly sensitive spot at her neck. She gasps, arching her back, feeling him smile against her skin as he continues to press kisses to her neck and shoulders.

Y/N feels butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She closes her eyes as she leans back into the warmth of her husband's chest. He continues to press kisses to her neck. The feeling of his soft lips and hot breath on her skin sends a shiver through her. It's like she's falling in love with him all over again. She puts her hand behind his neck and gently guides him back down so their lips meet in a tender kiss. When they part she rests her forehead against his and gazes into his eyes. They're a little darker, a mixture of green and grey, with the pupils slightly dilated. His eyes are so intense that she has to look away.

“Let's go dip in the ocean.” She whispers before pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

“I really can't get up now.” Harry smirks before looking down at the prominent bulge in his swimming trunks. Y/N then glances over at the ocean and back at her husband with a smirk of her own. She moves closer to him and places a soft kiss on the side of his neck, causing his grip to tighten around her hips.

“There's not many people at this part of the beach.” Y/N murmurs in his ear. “No one will notice.”

With those words, Harry gets up from the sunbed. He quickly wraps his fingers around Y/N's wrist and guides her towards the ocean. When they're about to get into the water he spins around and catches Y/N in his arms. She laughs and wraps her legs around his waist. They share a few kisses before slowly entering the warm ocean.

“God, it feels so good.” She groans.

Harry turns around, letting the waves gently sway them from side to side. Her arms are wrapped around his neck, her legs tight around his waist and he can feel her warmth against him, it drives him crazy. He gently puts her down on the soft sand of the ocean floor, making sure to keep a close distance to her, so they don't drift apart from each other. Harry presses his lips against hers as his hands explore the skin of her lower back and waist, leaving a burning sensation.

Y/N lets out a moan, her hands travelling from his broad shoulders and back and down over his chest, making their way to the elastic waistband of his swim shorts. She runs her hands up his chest again and lets them linger, causing her husband to shiver as the pads of her thumbs graze over his nipples. He's growing more and more impatient and his hand travels from the side of her waist, over her belly to her breast. He softly kneads them in his hand and presses kisses along her shoulder. The heat is getting to them.

“Harry...” she groans and she moves her head to the side, giving him full access to the soft skin of her neck. “We can't do this.”

He doesn't listen to her though, instead, he presses soft kisses to the hollow of her throat, making his way up to her lips. He smiles against them, causing Y/N to chuckle.

“Don't you know I can't resist you?” Harry says, Y/N lifts his head up, placing her hands on the back of his neck before kissing him. The waves are softly moving against them.

“We can't.” She repeats, breaking the kiss and trying to get her breathing under control. “It's too risky.”

He chuckles, looking at her through hooded eyes. “I'm a man, and you're my beautiful wife, I don't think anyone can blame me.”

“I'm serious, Harry.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “If someone would see us, you'll never live it down. Not even a week later and everyone would already know, and the media will go crazy.”

“Fine.” He groans. “But, you have to make it up to me tonight.”

“Anything you want, baby.” She replies with a smirk.

Harry's eyes light up and he pulls her into another kiss. When they pull away they decide to swim to the shore, where they can have some drinks and enjoy the rest of their day at the beach.

As the sun starts to set, they make their way back to the resort. After they freshen up, Harry is waiting for Y/N in the bedroom. When she walks in, she finds her husband sitting on the edge of the bed. His gaze travels over her, taking in her black lace lingerie, her red lips and her hair cascading over her shoulders. He stands up and pulls her close to him, pressing a soft kiss to her stomach. His fingers dance over her curves, tracing the lines of the delicate lace. Y/N's fingers travel up and down his arms, admiring the strength and power they have.

“You look incredible.” Harry mumbles, his eyes roaming over her figure.

“You're not too bad yourself.” She teases, taking a step closer and placing her hands on his chest.

The two of them had planned on a late-night walk on the beach, maybe some stargazing, but right now all Harry can think about is getting her naked and worshipping her body. He pulls her flush against him, letting his hands travel over her back and down over her ass, where he gently kneads her soft flesh.

“You should get dressed or we are never leaving this room again, love.” He whispers, and he can feel her chuckle against him.

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes.” He groans before placing a kiss on her shoulder. “Get dressed.”

After putting on a loose white shirt and some shorts, Harry takes her hand and they make their way outside. The sky is clear and the air is cool.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Y/N says.

“It sure is.” Harry agrees. “Let's go find a spot.”

They walk down to the beach, looking for a quiet place. As soon as they find one, Harry puts his towel down on the sand and Y/N does the same. They sit down and Y/N lays back, resting her head on his lap. His fingers play with her hair and she closes her eyes, enjoying the moment.

“I've missed this.” Harry sighs, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

“Me too.” She agrees, opening her eyes and looking up at him. “We should do this more often.”

“Mmmh, yeah. It's not like we won't be busy after this trip.” He says, turning his attention to her.

“True.” She says, thinking back about their schedules for the next few weeks. Harry is going to be working on his new album and Y/N will be busy promoting her own work.

“Hey, don't worry about it.” Harry reassures her. “We'll manage.”

She smiles and lifts her head up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Let's watch the stars.”

He lays down beside her and they stare at the night sky, the sound of the waves and the smell of the sea surround them.

“Look, that one's moving!” Harry points out, and she chuckles, seeing the blinking light travelling across the sky.

“Do you know what that's called?” He asks her.

“No idea, baby. You're the nerd in this relationship.”

“Ouch.” He laughs, pressing a kiss on her temple.

They lay there for a while, enjoying the sound of the waves and the cool breeze. It's nice and relaxing, just the two of them.

“This was a good idea.” Harry whispers.

“Yeah, it was.” Y/N replies.

The sky is dark now, and the stars are bright, twinkling in the clear night sky. The beach seems to be fully empty, except for the two of them, so when Harry sits up and reaches over to kiss Y/N, she doesn't hesitate. She opens her mouth and welcomes his tongue as his hands wander up and down her sides, over her breasts and stomach. Her hand slides into his hair, tugging at the strands, and Harry lets out a low growl.

“You're so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” He murmurs against her lips, pulling away to look into her eyes. She doesn't say anything, just nods and bites her lip.

“And so fucking sexy.” He adds, his hand moving up and down her thigh.

“Oh yeah?” She teases.

“Yes.” He groans. “I can't wait to get you back to our room, and have my way with you.”

“Well, I wanted to stay here a little longer.” Y/N suggests.

“What?” He says, surprised by her words.

“Yes.” She smirks. “Why don't we make this more interesting?”

“More interesting? How?” Harry frowns, not really understanding what she means as she didn't want to continue earlier at the beach.

“Yeah.” She grins. “We're on a deserted beach, who says we can't do what we want?”

“Fuck.” Harry curses, as he finally catches up on her idea. His hands move up and down her thighs and he starts kissing her neck, moving down her shoulder and along her collarbone. “Do you really want to?”

“Yeah.” She sighs, closing her eyes. His hands slowly travel up to cup her breasts and squeeze them. Her nipples are already hard against the fabric and she feels a warm sensation spread throughout her body. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.” She moans softly, and he groans against her skin, biting and sucking at the soft flesh. “God, please do it, Harry.”

“You have to be quiet.” Harry warns her, knowing she won't be able to contain herself once he starts. She just nods. “Come here.”

Y/N climbs on top of him and sits back down, letting her legs straddle his. Her hands are on his chest, his shirt pushed to the side as she starts grinding against him. His hands are on her thighs, keeping her still as he lifts up his hips, pressing his growing erection against her core. He kisses her hard, and she lets out a whimper when he breaks their kiss to slide his hands down her hips and underneath the thin material of her shorts. His finger traces her folds through the fabric of her panties, and she bites her bottom lip to keep from making any noise.

“You're so wet, baby.” He growls as his thumb rubs over the lace covering her sensitive clit, making her gasp. “Is this what you want?”

“Please, yes.” She moans.

Her thighs quiver as his finger pushes aside her panties and slowly slips between her folds. His thumb circles her clit and she whimpers. She moves her hips in sync with his thumb, urging him to continue. He groans as she kisses him, wrapping her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer, deepening their kiss. His fingers are slick with her arousal, and he presses one against her opening before sliding two fingers inside her. Her walls clench around them, and she moans into his mouth as he pumps them in and out of her. She's desperate for more, and soon her hips are moving with his hand, pushing her up against his erection.

“Let's get you out of these.” He whispers and unzips her shorts before pulling them off. He lifts her tank top up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her bra and thong. Her body is so beautiful. Her skin is soft and smooth, and her breasts are perfect. He can't help but take his time to appreciate her. She shifts a little, feeling him against her.

“Want me to take your underwear off, too?” He asks, still teasing her, his fingers still working on her.

“Yeah, I'm done with the teasing.” She says, her voice is hoarse with lust. Harry picks her up and carefully lies her down on the towel. She reaches her arms up and wraps them around his neck, bringing his face close to hers.

“I love you so much.” She whispers.

“I love you too.” He responds and gives her a passionate kiss before placing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her body. Her hands tangle in his hair, and her back arches slightly as his lips make contact with her abdomen, causing her to let out a breathy moan. He removes her thong and then takes one last look at her body.

“Ready?” He asks, lowering his mouth to her clit.

She nods and squeezes her eyes shut as he flicks his tongue out and slowly licks up and down her clit. His mouth moves to her lower lips, and he sucks on them, making her squirm. When he plunges his tongue into her entrance, her hands immediately grab his head, and she lets out a loud moan as he starts licking and sucking at her, circling her clit with his tongue. He teases her for a few moments before stopping to look up at her face.

“Look at you.” He purrs. “All worked up and wet for me.”

Y/N blushes at his words, but her body is already burning with desire. He turns his attention back to her pussy and teases her clit with his tongue before gently blowing on it.

“Stop.” She pants, her body trembling.

“No.” Harry says firmly. “I'm not done yet.”

He slides a finger into her entrance and moans, loving the feel of her walls tightening around his fingers. He pumps them into her a few times before adding another finger, then another. His mouth continues to pleasure her, sucking and licking her clit as he finger fucks her.

“More, please.” She pleads, her voice a broken whisper.

His tongue returns to her entrance, and he begins stroking it against her inner walls, his thumb playing with her clit. After a few more moments, he pulls back and rises to his knees, quickly unzipping his shorts and freeing his throbbing erection. He spits on his hand and begins stroking himself, his eyes never leaving hers as he pumps his fist up and down. She watches him for a moment, then gives him a small smile. He positions himself between her thighs, and she lets out a whimper as she feels the tip of his dick graze her opening.

Harry places his palm over her mouth as he lines himself up with her entrance and drives his full length into her. He silences her cries of pleasure, her voice is muffled by his hand as he slowly slides his cock in and out of her. His pace is torturously slow, but she doesn't protest, simply lifting her hips as he moves his hips.

“Fuck.” Harry groans, his eyes never leaving her as he fucks her hard and fast, their bodies both slick with sweat. His pace quickens and his thrusts become more vigorous. He grunts as she moans, her pleasure building. He feels himself getting close to his own release, so he slows his thrusts and focuses on making sure she comes first.

She gasps as his hand leaves her mouth to travel down to her clit. His finger is slick with her arousal and he presses it against her swollen bud, circling it with quick motions.

“Oh, god.” She cries out, her entire body shuddering. Harry holds her hip in place and pounds into her, his eyes locked onto hers as he fucks her senseless. She lets out a whimper and suddenly goes stiff as her climax overtakes her. The sight of her clenching around him is something he wants to see every single day, but right now he can't wait to feel the rush that follows after. With her legs quivering around his waist, she finishes, crying out his name as he gives her another long, forceful thrust.

He pulls out and gently strokes his cock with his hand. His other hand pulls at her hips to position her on all fours and he thrusts into her from behind, driving his cock deep inside her, filling her completely. Her skin is flushed and glistening, her body writhing under his weight. Harry presses his chest against her back, his cock buried deep in her soaking wet core. Her body trembles violently as she cries out in ecstasy, her head falling forward onto the towel below.

“Don't move, baby.” Harry growls.

He continues to fuck her from behind. He can feel the pressure of his body as he thrusts deep into her, reaching deeper than ever before. She shudders beneath him, her walls convulsing around him. His big hand is resting on her lower back, keeping her in place. He lets out a loud groan and fucks her hard. His hand slides the tiniest bit down so his thumb can brush over her sensitive butthole, making her gasp. His hand is firm and strong, and she can feel the sweat dripping down her spine.

“Ohhhh, fuck!” She moans, her toes curling against the sand. Her orgasm is building, and she cries out, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Harry rubs small circles on her ass, adding more pressure. It pushes her over the edge, and she screams in ecstasy as his thumb brushes against her delicate opening. Her body shakes beneath him, and he groans in satisfaction as she spasms uncontrollably.

“Fuck, you're so sexy when you come for me.” Harry hisses and fucks her hard for a while, all the while stimulating her sensitive anus. She pushes back against him, encouraging him to go deeper and harder. His hips slam against her, and his balls slap her thighs with each forceful thrust. He leans over, pressing his lips against her ear. “I'm gonna come.”

Harry pulls out and swiftly strokes his cock, trying to maintain his composure. He lets out a deep groan, a stream of sticky cum shooting out, coating her ass cheeks and the towel below. Y/N looks over her shoulder and sees him staring at her behind, his cum dripping down her folds. He rests a hand on her and spreads his seed along sensitive hole before softly pushing a bit of cum into her, making her gasp, her anus clenching and unclenching.

“You like that?” Harry groans, watching her body jolt each time he softly penetrates her hole with his finger.

“Mmhmm.” She agrees with a nod.

“You're so fucking perfect.” Harry moans and tenderly rubs her arse. He continues to massage her butt and lower back, rubbing his cum into her skin until she's totally relaxed. He groans. “Look at this perfect behind, it's as if it was made for taking my cum.” Y/N shivers and chuckles lightly at the end of his sentence.

“Sorry about that. I guess it just turned into a little obsession lately.”

“Well, I won't complain.” She laughs and leans back into him. Harry kisses her temple and wraps his arms around her middle.

They're both silent for a few moments, content to enjoy their embrace. Finally, Harry breaks the silence. “I think we should go get washed off.”

“Yeah.” She nods and giggles. “I feel sticky.”

Harry laughs softly and helps her up. They put their clothes back on and make their way back inside. After washing off their bodies, they slide into bed. Harry gently runs his hand along her leg, tracing invisible patterns on her skin.

“Are you tired?” He asks.

“Not really.” Y/N replies, resting her head against his chest.

“Hmh, good. I wasn't done with you yet.” He grins, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

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Harry gets up and walks over to the large screen, touching the small of Y/N's back in the process. It's the briefest of touches, but it sends a jolt of electricity through her body. She can feel her cheeks flushing, and she prays that no one will notice. Harry takes over the presentation, his voice steady and authoritative. She can't help but admire his confidence and command. She wonders if he feels the same way about her.

After the presentation is over, the board members file out of the room, their voices low and murmuring. Harry and Y/N are left alone once again. They gather their things and make their way to the door. Just before they exit the room, Harry turns to Y/N. He doesn't say anything, but the look in his eyes tells her everything she needs to know. He wants her. And he's not going to stop until he has her.

Y/N swallows hard, her heart racing. She knows she should walk away, but she can't. She wants him too, and he is literally blocking her only way out. Her breath quickens, and she feels her resolve crumbling.

“You did so good.” Is all he says, before he exits the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Y/N has to admit to herself, his praise turns her on. She knows she should not allow this to happen, but she can't help herself. He's all she can think about. She makes her way back to her desk and finds Harry already returned to his own desk in front of hers.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?” She asks, trying to act normal. Although this isn't normal for her at all. Y/N isn't the type of colleague to retrieve coffee for her coworkers. She prefers to be the one receiving it, not the one bringing it.

“Sure.” Harry says, his tone is neutral, not betraying any of his emotions. Y/N nods and leaves. The moment between them doesn't go unnoticed by their colleagues, and she can hear them whispering amongst themselves.

Y/N returns with two cups of coffee and hands one to Harry. Their fingers brush, and she feels a shiver run through her body. She hopes he doesn't notice.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N.”

The way he says her name sends shivers down her spine. She can't help but remember the way he moaned it last night, his voice thick with desire. She bites her lip and turns away, willing herself to calm down.

“You're welcome.” She replies, trying to keep her voice steady. She busies herself with her work, but she can't focus. All she can think about is Harry and what happened between them. The memory of his touch and the way he felt inside her are burned into her mind, and she knows she will never be able to forget it. ***

“Fucking hell.” Y/N curses as she opens an incoming e-mail from their boss.

“What is it?” Harry asks.

“Check your mail.”

Harry does and curses too. The client for which they are currently working was supposed to fly in for their final presentation. Now they have to fly out to the client instead.

“That means we're going on a trip.” Harry says.

“I hate travelling.” Y/N groans.

“Come on, it could be fun.” Harry replies.

“Fun? I can't stand travelling and flying. It's the worst.” Y/N replies.

“Then let me distract you.” Harry whispers.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean Y/N.” Harry says.

Y/N feels her heartbeat speed up, her body instantly reacting to his words. She knows exactly what he means, and the thought of it excites her. But she can't. Not again.

“Don't.” She says, her voice barely audible.

Harry doesn't say anything, just stares at her. His eyes are full of promise, and she can't resist. She knows she shouldn't, but she wants him. And he wants her too.

The e-mail also said how they can drop by their boss' office if they have any questions, he's supposedly available until 5 PM. Y/N and Harry make their way there. Even though they don't have any questions they knock anyway.

“Come in.” Their boss' voice sounds muffled through the closed door. Harry opens the door and Y/N quickly slips through, he swiftly closes the door behind him after he takes a good look at her round ass.

“Hey guys, thanks for stopping by. Let me just finish this e-mail real quick and then we can talk.”

He's sitting at his desk typing away furiously on the keyboard. It gives Y/N and Harry time to sit down on the couch on the other side of the room. Y/N is aware of how close they are, their bodies are nearly touching. She can feel the heat radiating off of him and it's driving her insane.

After a few moments, their boss ends his typing and comes over to sit across from them, facing the couch. He claps his hands together and begins to explain more details about the trip.

“So, we're going to have to fly the two of you out to Faro, Portugal. Your meeting is at the Ocean Mar hotel, which is also where you'll be staying. Unfortunately, they didn't have a lot of room options available so we had to book you a twin room instead of individual rooms. I know it's not ideal but hopefully, you guys will still have a great trip. You can put all food and drinks on the room's tab and they will just add it to the bill at the end of your stay. Do you have any questions so far?”

“Twin room?” Y/N says, almost like a question. She glances over at Harry and tries not to blush at the image of sharing a room with him.

“Yes, that's right. Two queen beds. Now, with the potential hotel mix-up, there is a chance that there may be some other rooms available last minute, so they are keeping an eye out and will try their best to switch you if necessary. But they also had to be upfront about their current room inventory for booking purposes, so I didn't want you to get your hopes up too much.”

“No, that's okay. I understand. Thank you.” Y/N says quietly. The thought of sharing a room with Harry, even a room with two beds, is a lot to process. They might have fucked once, but they aren't really the best of friends.

“You're welcome. You'll be flying out on Friday, so make sure to pack accordingly. You'll have some time to do some sightseeing if you'd like, the hotel is in a pretty nice area, and it's very touristy. And the big meeting is on Monday. Therefore we booked a return flight on Tuesday morning.” Their boss continues.

“Sounds good, thanks so much.” Harry replies, always the professional.

“Of course. I know this all happened last minute but I think you'll have a great time! I'll look forward to hearing all about it when you guys get back.”

“Thanks again!” Y/N says, and she and Harry get up to leave. They walk out of the office and back to their desks to pack up their stuff.

“Looks like we're going on a little vacation Y/N.” Harry says, grinning at her.

“Looks like it.” She replies, returning his smile. She can't deny that she is secretly looking forward to it. ***

Before they know it, it's Friday afternoon and they're heading towards the airport. Their boss arranged a taxi to pick them up and drive them there. Y/N is a wreck because she hates flying. She takes a deep breath as the plane gets ready to take off, gripping her seat and trying to relax.

Harry offers her his hand, which she gratefully accepts. They share a look as the plane takes off, and Y/N feels like maybe this flight won't be so bad after all. As the plane climbs higher into the sky, the tension between them builds. They are holding hands, staring at each other, both of them clearly thinking the same thing.

As the plane is in the air, the captain's voice comes on over the loudspeaker to welcome them.

“If I could have your attention, please. Welcome aboard EasyJet flight 239 to Faro, Portugal. My name is David, and I'll be your captain for today. The weather looks perfect for the trip ahead, and we're anticipating a smooth ride. Please enjoy your flight and thank you for flying EasyJet.” The voice cuts out as the plane stabilizes.

“See? That wasn't so bad.” Harry says. Y/N smiles, but she's not entirely convinced yet.

Harry orders himself a bottle of wine and offers to share it with Y/N. She reluctantly accepts, seeing as they are in fact, on vacation, and she could use a little bit of help to relax. The flight is about three hours long and goes fairly quickly. The wine helps, and they end up making a decent dent in the bottle.

Y/N is feeling relaxed and a bit tipsy by the time the flight ends. The cab pulls up and it's a short drive to their hotel. They check in and go up to their room to drop their bags. As Y/N opens the door and looks around, she finds that her stomach does a little flip. Sure enough, the room contains two beds, but they are quite close together. She swallows and tries to tamp down the feelings of excitement and anticipation growing in the pit of her stomach.

Harry doesn't say anything, but she can feel him watching her. They put their things down, quickly freshen up and head down to the restaurant for some dinner. After dinner, they decide to walk around the city and see some of the sights. It is relatively late at night but the sun is still setting and the sky is beautiful, and the temperature is warm and not too hot.

Y/N can't help but notice how close she and Harry are walking to each other as they make their way along the narrow streets, the sidewalks only big enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder. She tries to ignore the feeling and tells herself it's just because they need to stay close to make room for the other passersby. But the feeling lingers, a flutter of excitement.

It almost feels like they are two completely different people now that they are in a foreign country, with a warm summery breeze blowing through the air, the sound of music and laughter in the distance. Everything seems romantic and fresh, the air itself feels charged with possibilities and tension. It's as if they both subconsciously feel this and it makes it easier for them to navigate their strange new dynamic.

After their little stroll around town, they return to their hotel and head up to their room. They both take turns to use the bathroom and get ready for bed, not sharing a word with each other as the reality of sleeping just inches away from each other starts to set in. Before going to sleep they both sit down on their own bed, on their own respective sides.

Harry and Y/N finally lie down on their own beds in silence, both tired from the day's excitement. As Y/N pulls the blankets up and tries to get comfortable, she can't help but toss and turn, unable to find the perfect position. She sighs loudly and shifts again, her mind racing.

“You okay?” Harry asks, his voice low and deep.

“Yes. No.” She replies.

“What's wrong?”

“I'm fine, I just can't seem to fall asleep.”

“Me neither.” Harry replies. Y/N laughs softly. She can't believe that she and Harry are having this conversation, and can't believe that she's even admitting that she can't fall asleep. She turns around and finds Harry already staring at her, his eyes dark and full of intensity. Her breath hitches as the weight of the moment settles upon them.

“I think it's the plane.” She whispers, half-hoping that he'll leave the subject alone.

“You think?” Harry chuckles, he already knows she's full of shit. It's like he can feel the tension running from her body. “Y/N.”

A jolt goes through her body at the way her name sounds coming out of his mouth, the roughness and almost demanding tone. “W-what?”

“Come here.”

“Harry...”

“Come here.” Harry repeats, raising his voice slightly, letting his tone show how serious he is. And damn her but the dominant edge does something to her. She bites her lip and gets up to join him on his bed. He already has his duvet pushed to the side. When she finally slips underneath, he immediately gathers her up in his arms and buries his face in her neck. She doesn't fight it, instead, she wraps her arms around him and enjoys his warmth.

Luckily both of them had the decency to wear pajamas. Y/N is in a silk shortama set and Harry is wearing a plain white shirt and some sweat shorts. Being this close to him feels dangerous. He smells so good, and the weight of his muscular body pressed against hers is intoxicating.

“Thank you.” Y/N whispers after a few minutes of silence.

“For what?” Harry asks, his voice thick and laced with sleep. She shrugs.

“Just... for understanding. For not being mean to me.” She says.

“Mhm, see, you got that wrong there. I've never been the mean one.” He mumbles against her neck.

“Excuse me?” She replies, sounding as offended as a sleepy person can be.

“You're not a walk in the park, love.” He chuckles as he snuggles her closer to his chest.

“And you are?” She manages to get out, stifling a yawn.

“I guess not. But who cares? We're in Portugal, might as well have fun.”

“Fun.” She repeats softly.

“Yeah. For example, what's it called when you fuck your coworker and then you're sent off on a work trip and end up in the same hotel room?” He says, his lips now grazing the shell of her ear.

“A disaster?” She whispers.

“Or fun.” He hums before a big yawn escapes his mouth, shortly followed by her own.

Both of them stay quiet, with Harry holding her tightly and Y/N enjoying his embrace. Harry doesn't show it, but his heart is hammering in his chest. He knew that inviting her into his bed would make them repeat the past. Even as the distance between them closes, he tries to keep his cool. He fails. Miserably. He plants his soft lips on top of hers and kisses her.

Softly. Innocently.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He says as he disconnects their lips. ***

The next morning Y/N and Harry wake up tangled in each other's limbs. And as if she doesn't remember what happened last night, Y/N freaks out. She throws a handful of curses around and rushes into the bathroom to freshen up.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” She shouts at Harry through the door.

“Well, for starters it's my bed. You joined me in my bed.” He replies. She can basically hear him smirk. Fucker.

“Whatever.” She says. She opens the bathroom door and comes out with her toothbrush hanging from her mouth. “I'm mad at you.”

“Come back to bed, you're overreacting.”

“You jerk.”

“For the last time, it was your ass that came into my bed. Now, for the love of God, stop being such a bitch or do you need me to boss you around again?” His voice rings like a gentle threat. She smacks her lips together and avoids eye contact.

“No.”

“Jesus Christ, woman. I've been nothing but nice to you and you're...” He scoffs and it feels like she's back home. She can't help but grin. A small grin, but it's there. He notices and scowls at her. “Now you're laughing?”

“Harry, just...”

“Don't make me drag you back to bed so I can fuck a little sense into you because I promise you I will if that's what it takes.”

Y/N walks back into the bathroom to wash her toothbrush. “Get the fuck over yourself Styles.”

“Have it your way.” Harry growls from the bed. The tension in the air changes. He's fully aware of the fact that he basically threatened her but she loves it. Fuck, she even hopes he'll do what he said. Before she knows it, Harry's behind her, holding her in his strong grip, her back to his front.

“Ready to apologize?” He whispers, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. She closes her eyes and leans back against him, relaxing in his arms. She can feel the press of his hard cock against her lower back, and the knowledge that she turned him on sends a thrill through her body.

“I'd never.” She whispers, teasing him. She knows that Harry loves a good challenge. His hand comes around her throat, long fingers wrapping gently around her neck. She breathes a sigh and stretches her neck, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. Her body is completely surrendered to him, and a light shiver runs through her.

“I wasn't joking, Y/N.” He squeezes her neck slightly. “Do you need a reminder?”

“Of what?”

“Of how much of a good girl you can be. Or how submissive you actually are. How your pussy practically drips when someone touches you exactly the way you need.” His low voice rumbles through her.

“Fuck, Harry.” She gasps, arousal pooling between her thighs as his words send a jolt of desire through her. She can't help but arch her back, exposing her neck and pressing her ass against him even more.

His lips latch onto the exposed skin of her neck, sucking a mark into her flesh. He tightens his grip on her neck slightly, her breath coming in short gasps. Harry growls, mumbling darkly against her skin. She tries her best to stay standing, especially as her knees threaten to buckle under the touch of his hand. “Such a good girl. Undress yourself and go lie on the bed, now.”

She nods, his hand dropping from her throat as she moves toward the bed. Harry's eyes never leave her, watching as she strips down to her underwear. She settles on the bed, unsure of where to position herself. Without another word, Harry walks towards her, a dangerous glint in his eyes. She swallows hard as he grabs the neck of his shirt to pull it over his head.

“Let me make myself clear.” Harry's voice rasps. “You're going to be nice to me from now on. Especially here in Portugal. Do I make myself clear? I don't feel like wasting my time here when it could be so, so sweet.”

Y/N stares up at him, transfixed. Her lips part, her eyes wide as he slowly starts pulling down his sweat shorts. The realization of what is about to happen sinking in. Harry was on the rougher side with her the first time they fucked, but she didn't know he could be this dominant, this aggressive, and god did it turn her on.

Without another word, Harry stalks over to her and grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head. He presses his hips down against hers, his naked body flush against her almost-naked one. His lips claim hers in a rough kiss, and Y/N can't help but moan into his mouth. “You like that, don't you?”

Y/N nods, whispering a soft yes.

Harry trails his lips down her jaw, peppering open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He finds his spot below her ear and starts to suck a dark mark there. He doesn't care about the visibility of the marks as their meeting with the client isn't until Monday. Y/N's breath comes in sharp pants as she tries to stay still, her mind going fuzzy with desire. Harry lets her wrists go but the fear of punishment makes her not move them away from their position.

“Mmm.” He hums, obviously pleased with her obedience. Harry grazes his lips over the top of her chest, reaching around to unhook her bra and slide it off. Her body arches up into his, craving his touch. He continues his trail of kisses, leaving a wet path as his mouth finds one of her sensitive nipples.

He swirls his tongue around the hardening peak, kissing and biting gently. He shifts his hips slightly, sliding one of his legs between hers. He glances up at her, her eyes already closed in pleasure as he moves his hands to pinch at her other nipple.

Harry's hand trails down, fingers fiddling with the hem of her panties. Slowly he removes them, revealing her already wet cunt. Harry smiles and sits up to admire her exposed body. “Turn around.”

She immediately rolls over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow. Without warning, Harry spanks her, causing her to yelp and lift her head from the pillow. “Fuck.” She moans, the burn of his hand on her skin spreading a wave of pleasure straight through her.

He growls, unable to tear his eyes from her perfect ass. Y/N moves her hands to grip her fingers in the soft blankets beneath her, as Harry suddenly pushes his middle finger into her dripping centre. Her hips jerk against the bed involuntarily, seeking more contact.

“You're soaking, baby.”

“Fuck, Harry, please.” She whispers, beyond turned on. He starts a torturously slow rhythm, sliding his finger in and out of her warm cunt. She buries her face back into the pillow again and braces herself for a second spank that never comes.

“It's pathetic how wet you get from basically nothing. Just let me play with your nipples and you're gone.” He grabs her ass, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh. “But you like that, don't you?” He finishes by giving a firm smack to her asscheek, causing a whimper to escape her lips.

“I want to hear you. Lift your face, love.” Harry whispers. She lifts her head, propping her chin on the edge of the pillow. Harry raises his body up on his knees, one hand still dipping his fingers in and out of her pussy while the other hand comes around to cover her mouth.

As Y/N tries to silence her whimpers, Harry easily slips another finger inside her slick entrance. She moans louder now, the vibrations reverberating through Harry's palm and urging him to go deeper, faster. He dips his head down to lightly bite her shoulder, earning him another deep moan as his rock-hard cock presses into her buttcheek.

“Let the neighbours know how much you enjoy getting fingered. Make sure they hear just how much you love my touch.”

“Fuck, Harry. You feel so fucking good. Oh!” She cries out as Harry increases his pace, moving his free hand down to her hip, gripping her roughly. He quickly removes his fingers from her sloppy pussy and Y/N whines at the loss.

“Did I ask you to complain?” He asks as he grabs her hips with both hands and juts her upward. Her ass now up in the air with her chest still pressed into the sheets. It feels submissive, her ass being up as if she is presenting her pussy to him. Not like he needs her to, he knows exactly where her pussy is.

“N-no.” She manages to answer.

“Good.” Harry grabs his cock, already leaking pre-cum and lines himself up. Without any warning, he thrusts into her, moving his hands from her hips to her waist, thrusting in and out at an ever-increasing speed. The lewd sound of skin slapping skin echoes in their hotel room and her eyes squeeze shut, as Harry does not hold back, pounding her into the mattress.

Y/N lets out a loud groan, burying her face in the pillows again to muffle her cries. But Harry's having none of it. He collects her hair and wraps it around his left hand, firmly yanking her head upwards, forcing her to keep her head up. A gasp escapes her lips, and her hands scratch at the blankets.

“Mmm, fuck!” She whines, her eyes tearing up from the feeling. Pleasure flows through her. She doesn't think he's ever fucked her this hard, and damn is she enjoying it. He's hitting deep spots inside her cunt she didn't even know existed, and the bruises he is sure to leave later are absolutely welcome.

Harry's thrusts continue, showing absolutely no signs of slowing. His cock pounds in and out of her, eliciting a high-pitched whine from her with each thrust. He pulls on her hair harder, angling her head so he can see her face as she's struggling to keep quiet. She keeps her eyes tightly shut, trying desperately to mask her groans of pleasure.

“Tell me how much you like taking my cock.” Harry says, his voice strained. “Tell me how badly you needed this. Tell me how much you love being my little slut.”

Y/N's body heats up at his words, her toes curling, and she silently curses him for making her talk. “I-I needed- ah- this so badly.”

“Shit, baby, yes. Say it again.”

“God, Harry, I need you- s-so fucking bad. Fuck.” She writhes beneath him, trying to escape the delicious torture. His pace is unforgiving, and his force hits her in just the right spots. His thrusts jerk her whole body, the loud smacking of their sweaty bodies colliding the only sound filling the room.

“Oh God!” She moans loudly, as Harry wraps one arm around her torso and pulls her up, his hand resting dangerously low on her throat.

“You need this, huh? This little cunt needs to be filled up?”

“Ah! Fuck, Harry.” She murmurs before a broken moan falls out of her. Her right hand holds onto his wrist tightly and her head falls back against his shoulder, her jaw slack in pleasure. She can feel her orgasm building within her, as this new position allows his dick to hit her G-spot repeatedly, shooting pure euphoria through her.

“Mhm, do you feel it? Right here?” He asks, one of his hands slipping down her body and pushing down on her lower stomach. She gasps, tears pooling in her eyes at the sensations he creates. Harry's hand slips further down her body, eventually reaching her most sensitive bundle of nerves and pushing gently against it.

“Ah!” A choked cry leaves her mouth and she freezes in his arms. She tries to catch her breath but all she feels is pleasure. Before she can stop herself, her head starts rolling against his shoulders, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

“That's it, baby. Come for me, wet my cock.” He groans in her ear as her hips start jerking, and her loud moans fill the room. “C'mon, scream for me.”

Y/N thrashes her head, eyes squeezing shut. A harsh cry leaves her as his rhythm continues, but her movements lose the rhythm, becoming uncoordinated. White light fills her vision, and an earth-shattering climax hits her, rolling over her and stealing her breath. Her orgasm floods her veins, every nerve ending lit up in ecstasy.

“Ooh fuck. Har... Shit!” Her hoarse voice bounces off the walls, the strength quickly leaving her body. Harry's arm stays tight around her, preventing her body from falling down onto the bed.

Harry removes his fingers from her clit, and Y/N relaxes into his embrace, humming happily as she catches her breath. Harry takes the opportunity to let her fall back down onto the mattress, his hands holding her hips steady as he slowly keeps thrusting into her.

Y/N cranes her neck around, her face flushed and expression smug. Harry tightens his grip, as he forcefully pushes his dick into her once more, her head falling forward at the feeling. Before he pulls out, slapping her ass once more before he roughly pushes her onto her back.

She is positioned with her shoulders on the edge of the comfortable bed, causing her head to hang slightly. She groans, her arms reach back to grab a hold of the blankets beneath her. Just as her grip tightens, Harry grabs her knees, pulling them apart and position her feet on either side of him, spreading her thighs apart.

He lines himself up with her wet entrance and pushes back into her, the new angle causing his dick to brush her sweet spot over and over again. She throws her head back, as her breasts bounce on her chest and she lets out a loud groan. Harry raises her leg up, her calf on his shoulder, foot resting on his collar bone.

“Holy shit.” He breathes, eyes firmly locked on her chest, and how erotic she looks. Her eyes meet his in surprise. She cries out in pleasure as Harry thrusts into her deeply. “You're so fucking perfect.”

She closes her eyes again, unable to handle the intensity in Harry's face as he whispers words of praise, calling her perfect, telling her how good her pussy feels around his dick. Harry grunts and the sound mixed with her pants, curses, and moans fills the room.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” She moans as his thrusts quicken, his brows furrowed and eyes closed tightly in concentration, and then moans spill from his lips.

“I-Oh my god-fuck baby, you feel so fucking good...”

“H-Harry.” She whines, voice uneven. She closes her eyes, feeling her inner walls flutter around Harry's thick cock. Harry readjusts his grip on her hips, pulling her closer. He moves one of his legs, widening his stance to give himself better leverage. To allow his thrusts to grow faster and stronger, Y/N's quiet noises change. They turn into loud moans and choked whimpers.

“T-too- Oh, too much.”

“You can handle this.” He croons, his voice strained and heavy. She nods, and Harry quickens his pace even more, angling his dick so he constantly rubs against that one spot. “God, your tits look so fucking good with how much they move. Drives me crazy.”

Her nipples are hard, grazing her skin and sending white-hot pleasure coursing through her. Harry reaches down and cups one of her breasts, her hand coming up to join him. She moans and writhes beneath him, throwing her head back when his thumb moves over her nipple, teasing it.

She whimpers, pussy clenching around his cock, suddenly overwhelmed by Harry's assault of pleasure. As soon as Y/N realizes what's happening, she brings her hand to her clit. She slips her hand between her thighs and starts circling her clit in a continuous pattern. She moans weakly, feeling herself clench down on Harry, letting him know how much his actions were working.

“Did you ask if you could do that?” Harry grits out, his hips pounding into her relentlessly. Y/N shakes her head but refuses to stop. Her fingers never break their movement.

“You're about to come again, aren't you? Holy shit- oh my fucking... Fuck, you little slut.” He whispers harshly, but he couldn't care less about her getting herself off at this point. She would if he'd stopped her, but it was undeniable that it turned him on, even more, knowing how eager she was to be stimulated while he took what was his.

“P-please, H.”

“Mhm.” His hips stutter slightly, as his focus wavers for a split second. “Do it.”

She whimpers, as she continues rubbing. Her hand moves in time with his movements as Harry gives himself completely over to lust. He slams his hips into hers, burying himself to the hilt on every thrust. He swears loudly, breath heavy and panting. He can hear her fingers on her clit rubbing incessantly, making it harder for him to hold back.

“Jesus Christ! It's... Fuck... Baby. Let go.”

A long, high-pitched moan falls from her lips as she throws her head back, cunt clenching around Harry's throbbing cock as she rides out her second orgasm of the day. Her right hand flies away from her clit as Harry sets a quick, punishing pace. She knows he is almost there, just needs a little more.

“Harry. C'mon. Come inside me.”

“Fuck, Y/N. You know I can't.” His mind is frantic, her words bring him one step closer to tipping over the edge. “That little mouth of yours will have to do it.”

It takes her a couple of seconds to realize what he means. She slides off the bed, a pleasurable shiver running through her, straight to her core as her feet touch the cold floor. It doesn't help her overheated body at all. She slowly gets down onto her knees. Her gaze meets his and the world stops for a second as their eyes meet, the tension running high between them.

Y/N is completely in his element now, not just doing what he wants but giving herself over fully. Harry reaches down, wiping a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear before grasping the back of her head. He runs his thumb over her lips, caressing her skin before pushing her lips apart. She slowly licks her tongue over his thumb.

“Good girl.” He quickly pushes his length into her mouth, straight to the back of her throat. His eyes roll back as he struggles to control himself. Y/N gags, her eyes watering up. Harry reluctantly pulls back just far enough to let her breathe through her nose.

The taste of her essence combined with the salty taste of Harry's pre-cum fills her mouth. She eagerly hollows her cheeks as Harry pumps his hips against her, not allowing her much time to think or move. She rolls her eyes back into her head, and she loses herself to her pleasure as he chases his own climax.

“Oh fuck. I-shit...” His thrusts are growing slightly uneven and without warning, he thrusts all the way into her mouth and pushes down on the back of her head, forcing her to take his entire length. His warm cum spills into her, thick and sweet on her tongue. Y/N eagerly swallows him down, looking up at him with teary eyes.

Harry shudders at the feel of her throat against his sensitive tip. His breathing slows slightly. “Ah.” He winces, letting go of her head and sliding out of her warm mouth. Causing a string of saliva mixed with cum to connect the tip of his dick to her mouth.

She sits down on the hotel room floor on her knees, panting for breath and her head spinning as she attempts to collect herself. Harry slides his finger over her chin, collecting some of his semen which is still dripping down her chin and sliding it onto her lips. She eagerly licks her mouth clean and the sight makes his blood surge through his veins, his heart thudding away in his chest.

“Good girl.” He presses lightly against her lower lip, but his eyes remain trained on hers. Y/N's expression softens, and as Harry removes his finger from her mouth, she lets her head drop down as if she can't even stand looking at him anymore. But the slightest tinge of pink on her face betrays her.

“Looks like you actually enjoy doing what I say.”

Y/N chuckles as her mind begins to race again. Suddenly she doesn't mind one bit that she has to share this room with Harry for the next couple of days.

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When Y/N's name is called by the barista, Harry's gaze shoots up and meets hers, a smile appearing on his face. She grabs her cup and turns to walk away when she hears Harry's voice.

"Y/N wait!" He calls, the other woman giving her a friendly smile. Harry walks towards her and Y/N feels like she has seen a ghost, he was with a woman, a beautiful woman and she felt like crying.

“Hi.” Harry says with a smile.

“Hi.” Y/N mumbles back, wanting nothing more than to run away from there.

“I've been thinking about you. It's so good to see you again.” He says.

“You too.”

“What are you up to? Have any plans today?” Harry asks, his smile never faltering.

“Actually I do. I have a meeting right now, I need to get going.” She answers before she rushes out of the coffee shop and starts walking down the street.

She feels tears stinging her eyes and her heartaches, her chest feels heavy and she can't help but feel a little betrayed. She doesn't even know why, he owes her nothing, they aren't a thing, not officially at least.

Harry doesn't know what just happened, he looks around and sees the woman, a business associate, he was having lunch with looking confused, he gives her a little shrug and goes to the bathroom. He is standing in the bathroom and he is feeling so many things at the same time. He is excited to have seen her, but at the same time he feels something is off, did she look like she was going to cry? He wonders.

He walks back out and sees Y/N's coffee on the counter, he pays for it and walks back to the table where his colleague is waiting.

“Sorry about that.” He says and she looks confused.

“It's alright. You're in love, it happens.” She says with a laugh and takes a sip of her coffee. Harry freezes and stares at her.

“What?” He asks and she raises an eyebrow.

“You are not denying it.”

“Well no.” He says with a soft smile.

“Oh, honey. Who is she?” The woman asks and Harry shakes his head.

“You don't know her. It's... Complicated.”

“Love always is.” She says and takes another sip of her coffee. Harry doesn't argue with that, because he knows she is right, but the way Y/N acted has him a little concerned.

After Harry and the woman part ways, he tries calling her a few times but it goes straight to voicemail, so he sends a text asking if she is alright.

Y/N is sitting in her car after her meeting, she is still in the parking lot, her phone buzzes and she sees it's a message from Harry. She doesn't even open it, she has no desire to read what he has to say, so she locks her phone and drives back to her apartment to finish editing the photos for the shoot.

She gets comfy and decides to call it an early night, the emotional stress taking a toll on her body. When she wakes up the next morning, she checks her phone and sees a few more missed calls and messages from Harry, he is asking if she is okay, asking what is wrong.

She doesn't respond, she can't. She knows it's selfish but she doesn't want him to see her this way, she is a mess. Her whole world was flipped upside down in a matter of hours and she had no idea how to fix it, how to deal with it.

The following day Harry calls again, he leaves her a voicemail asking her to call him back. The day after that, he sends a message telling her he is worried about her. Harry has been thinking about her all week, his heart aches and he is so confused. He has no idea why she was acting like this, why she didn't answer his calls, but he has to know.

He is contemplating whether or not to ask Olivia about Y/N, she must know if she's okay. Although, maybe not since she probably didn't want to talk about him with his daughter.

When Olivia calls her, it's Friday afternoon. Y/N is at home, she has been in bed for most of the day, not having the energy to get up. She knows she is overreacting, it was a misunderstanding, but it still hurts.

Her phone rings and she picks it up without looking at who it is.

“Hello?” She asks and clears her throat.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Olivia's voice comes through and she swallows hard.

“Yeah.” She lies, trying to sound like her usual self.

“I haven't heard from you all week.” She says and Y/N sighs.

“I'm sorry. I've been busy.”

“Are you sure everything is okay?” Olivia asks again.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She says and doesn't push. “So, I was wondering, do you wanna come over for a movie night, tonight?” Olivia asks and Y/N sits up.

“Tonight?” She answers, running into Harry wasn't on her agenda for today but she knows she can't avoid him forever.

“Yeah. We can watch something funny and just relax. Dad will cook, and we can order dessert. What do you think?”

“Um, sure. Okay.” Y/N says, agreeing against her better judgement.

“Awesome! Is 7 o'clock okay?”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright, see you later.”

“See you.”

She hangs up and falls back on her bed, letting out a loud sigh.

That evening, she drives to Harry's place and she sits in her car, taking a few deep breaths before she makes her way inside. Olivia opens the door and throws her arms around Y/N.

“Hi! I'm so happy you're here!”

“Me too. Thanks for the invite.”

“Of course. I've missed you. Come in, Dad is in the kitchen.”

“Okay.” Y/N says and follows Olivia inside, she can smell the delicious food already and her mouth waters. She hasn't eaten anything the entire day and Harry's food is amazing, she thinks and she feels herself craving him too, but pushes it down.

Harry hears the front door open and close, he walks out of the kitchen and smiles when he sees Y/N, she is looking amazing. She has put a little effort into her outfit and she looks good, so good.

“Hey.” He says and steps closer to her.

“Hi.” Y/N says with a slight smile on her face and her heart is beating fast.

“How are you?” He asks, reaching out his hand and pulling her towards him. He wraps his arms around her and Y/N hugs him back, not trying to be suspicious as this is how they always greet each other.

“Good.” She says and pulls back a little, staring into his eyes.

Harry goes back into the kitchen and she walks over to Olivia who is setting up the movie, they sit on the sofa and chat about everything and nothing. Olivia updates her on her relationship with Timmy and Y/N fills her in on all the details she left out about her week in London.

When the food is ready, Harry carries all the dishes over to the living room and they have dinner while watching the movie. After eating, Harry cleans the dishes and leaves the girls to finish the movie. He makes some tea and then walks out of the living room and towards his bedroom, he wants the two of them to have some alone time too.

Y/N finishes the movie and Olivia suggests another one.

“Sure. Why not.” She says with a laugh and they continue watching. When the movie is done, Olivia turns off the TV and faces her.

“What is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know something is wrong. You can tell me, we're friends.”

“I know.” Y/N says with a sigh.

“Then tell me, what is it?”

“It's fine, I don't wanna talk about it.” She answers and Olivia sighs.

“Okay, just know you can always talk to me.” Olivia says as she gets up and walks towards the bathroom. “I'll be right back.” She says before shutting the door.

Y/N lets out a frustrated groan and runs her hands through her hair, she cannot tell her. She cannot tell her what's going on, what's wrong.

Harry hears the sound of the bathroom door and hopes it's Olivia who left the room. He walks out to see Y/N sitting on the sofa with her hands in her hair. He quietly makes his way over and sits down on the sofa across from her.

“Y/N.” He says to make her look up and see him sitting in front of her, his gaze locked on her.

“Harry.” She breathes and his heart jumps at the sound of her saying his name.

“What's going on? Please tell me, what's wrong? Did I do something?” He asks, his eyes full of worry and he reaches out and takes her hand.

“No. No, of course not.” She says and squeezes his hand.

“Then why do you avoid me? Why did you ignore me for a week?” He asks and scoots closer but their conversation is cut short by the sound of Olivia returning.

“Sorry, had to pee.” She says and laughs a little, taking a seat next to Y/N and leaning against her side. “Now what should we watch?”

Harry gets up to leave the room again as Olivia flips through the channels, looking for a movie, a series, or a show. When she finds a channel playing a movie, she puts down the remote and leans back, resting her head on Y/N's shoulder.

They're watching the movie and halfway through it, Olivia sits up and turns to Y/N.

“I think we need ice cream. You stay here, I'll be right back.” She says and stands up, walking towards the kitchen. A loud ping resonates from her phone, she picks it up and reads the text, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

Harry That woman, I was having a coffee with earlier this week, is a business associate.

Y/N decides to ignore his message and lock her phone, putting it on the coffee table in front of her. When Olivia returns with the ice cream, they continue watching the movie and eating their dessert. Both of them enjoy spoonfuls of the frozen treat and Y/N keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, trying not to look at her phone. But when her ringtone goes off, she picks up the device and quickly accepts the call when she sees his name on her screen as she doesn't want Olivia to see.

“Good evening, this is not really great timing if I'm being honest.” Y/N says in the microphone trying to come off as if some random business was calling her.

“Please, Y/N, I just want to talk to you.”

“I am hanging out with my friend tonight. Can I call you back later?” She asks rolling her eyes to show Olivia that it was, indeed, a work-related call.

“Are you staying the night with Oli?”

“No.”

“Can I bring you home when you want to go?”

“No, I'm sorry.”

“Will you text me?”

“I can do that. But I really gotta go now. Thank you for calling me.” Y/N answers keeping up her act before she hangs up the phone and stuffs it back into her pocket.

“I swear to god, those people just can't take a hint, can they?” She says and laughs hoping Olivia bought her excuse.

“No, they sure can't. Now, let's keep eating, I'm hungry.”

Harry sighs as the phone call ends and he runs his fingers through his hair. He knows he should let her enjoy her night with his daughter, but he simply has to take advantage of the situation. He knows she wouldn't have been able to ignore him like this. He decides to leave it alone for now and he'll hopefully talk to her when she gets home.

As the movie is coming to an end, Y/N notices Olivia has fallen asleep. She nudges her gently, trying to wake her up but she doesn't budge. Y/N stands up, turns off the TV and starts collecting their bowls and spoons, putting them in the dishwasher.

When she walks back towards Olivia, grabs a blanket from the shelf and lays it over her, smiling at how peaceful and cute she looks. Y/N walks towards the door, but before she leaves the room, she sees Harry walking into the room and she gestures towards Olivia.

“I guess I'll go.” She whispers.

“You don't have to. You can stay.”

“No, it's alright.” She says, trying to convince herself more than him.

“Call me, will you?” He asks and takes a step closer, his eyes full of love.

“Yeah. I will.”

“Drive safe.”

“Always.” She says and gives him a soft smile.

They walk out together and when Harry closes the front door, he feels the need to run after her and bring her back. But he doesn't, he waits until he hears the engine start before he walks to the living room, taking a seat next to his daughter and running his fingers through her hair, pushing a few stray strands away from her face.

When Y/N walks into her apartment, she feels exhausted and emotionally drained. She gets ready for bed and texts Harry, telling him she got home safely. He texts back right away and she smiles, reading his message.

Harry Good.

Y/N doesn't wait any second longer before she calls him, his voice comes through the phone and it sounds so familiar and soothing, she feels calm just from hearing his voice.

“Hello, love.”

“Hey. Sorry about tonight.” She says and Harry smiles.

“No worries. Are you okay?” He asks, wanting to get right into the topic.

“Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to avoid you. Well, I did but-.”

“I figured it had something to do with the woman at the coffee shop.” Harry says but Y/N stays silent. “Like I said, she's a business associate and nothing more. We were having a conversation about, well I could explain but that's boring work stuff, really.”

“Oh.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Don't lie.” He says with a little laugh and Y/N sighs.

“Okay, maybe I did assume things.”

“What did you assume, hm?” He asks and his voice drops an octave lower, making her insides tingle.

“I don't know.”

“Come on, tell me.” He encourages and Y/N bites her bottom lip.

“I saw her being a little too touchy, so I thought…”

“You thought what, love?”

“I thought you were on a date.” She finally admits and Harry's heart is racing. Something in him shifts, and he is not sure what it is but he feels a new feeling. A sense of pride.

“Is my baby jealous?” He asks, wanting her to say the words, and he is met with silence. “Say it, love.” He coaxes.

“No, I-.”

“That's it, I'm coming over.”

“What? No, Harry-.”

“Too late, I'm already in the car. I'll see you soon.”

“No, wait. Harry, it's-.”

“I'll be there in ten.” He says and the line goes dead.

Y/N can't believe what just happened. He is coming over and she is not sure if that's a good idea, it's the middle of the night. But she cannot help the excitement she is feeling and when he texts her to let her know he is downstairs, she opens the door for him.

He walks into the building and takes the elevator up, when he gets to her floor, he sees the door open and she is standing there, a smile on her face. He walks inside and as the door closes, he grabs her by the waist and brings her close, their lips crashing together.

“Mhm, wait. Wait.” Y/N mumbles against his mouth and pulls back, looking up at him. “This isn't right.” She says and Harry furrows his eyebrows.

“What? Why?”

“We shouldn't be doing this.”

“Why not?” He asks, his fingers still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

“I... because.”

“Because what? Tell me why, tell me why this isn't right, hm?” He asks, and brings her even closer, his hands gently resting on her lower back.

“It's just-.”

“Is this because I'm older? Is this because you feel like I'm taking advantage of you?”

“No. That's not-.”

“Because you know, that's not true. You're an adult, and so am I.”

“Harry.”

“Y/N, please. Just tell me. If you don't want me, you have to tell me. Because I've been dying to touch you all night, all week. And if you don't want this, if you don't want me, I have to know.” He says, his eyes locking with hers.

“I do.”

"You do what?"

“I do want you. I do want this.” She admits, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.

“Good. Me too. Come here.” He says, bringing his mouth down to hers. He kisses her slowly and passionately, and his hand cups her cheek, caressing her soft skin. When they part, they're both breathing heavily, and he looks into her eyes. 

“You have no idea how much I missed you. And your kisses.” He says and brings his lips down to hers, pecking her gently.

“Harry.” She moans softly.

“Mhm?” He mumbles and his lips travel down to her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin.

“Take me to bed.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” She answers and wraps her arms around his neck. He lifts her up, her legs wrap around his waist, and he carries her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed and crawls over her, their mouths connect once again. His tongue glides against hers, and his hand travels down her body and under her shirt, finding its way to her breast.

“Off.” She mumbles, pulling at his shirt, and Harry sits up, taking it off. His torso is fully exposed and Y/N can't take her eyes off him. She bites her bottom lip and brings her hand up, resting her palm on his chest. She can feel his heart beating, his skin is soft and warm, and her fingers slowly travel lower and lower. When they reach the hem of his sweats, he stops her.

“No.” He says and brings her hand up, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. “Tonight is about you.” He says and brings his mouth to her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and to her chest. His fingers play with the hem of her top, and when Y/N raises her upper body, he lifts the material up and over her head. Her bare skin is on display and Harry can't help but moan at the sight. Of course, she isn't wearing a bra as she was already comfortably in bed before he arrived.

He leans down, his mouth attaches to her breast and he sucks on her nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Her hips buck up and she arches her back, her eyes fluttering closed and a quiet moan escapes her lips.

“So sensitive.” He says and pinches her other nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from her.

“Harry.”

“Yes, love. I'm here. Tell me, what do you want?” He asks, his hot breath hitting her chest.

“Touch me.” She says and her eyes meet his.

“Where?” He asks, his tone deep and husky.

“Please.”

“I'm not doing anything until you tell me, love.” He says and places a wet kiss on her chest.

“Down.”

“Down?”

“Lower.”

“Here?” He asks and presses his lips to her sternum.

“No.”

“Hm?”

“You know where.”

“Here?” He asks and moves down to her stomach, kissing her softly.

“No.”

“Come on, love. Where do you want my mouth?”

“God, just fuck me.” She breathes and Harry's head shoots up, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Language, baby.”

“Shut up and make me come.” She says, her eyes are filled with desire, her lips parted.

“That can be arranged.” He says and moves down her body, stopping at the hem of her pyjama bottoms. He takes hold of the waistband and slowly pulls them down her legs. He tosses them aside and spreads her legs apart, settling between them.

“So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” He asks and runs a finger through her slit.

“Yes.”

“Fuck, you're dripping.” He says and licks her juices from his finger, his eyes closing at the sweet taste. His head disappears between her thighs and his hands take hold of her thighs, keeping her legs apart. His mouth presses open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, and when he reaches her heat, he doesn't wait any longer. His tongue delves between her folds and his hands push her thighs wider, spreading her legs further. His tongue dips inside her entrance, licking and lapping up her juices. Her back arches and her hips roll against his mouth. He brings one of his hands up and pushes her hips down, stilling her movements. He brings his tongue up and flicks it against her clit, making her shiver.

“Harry. Yes, right there.” She moans and her eyes squeeze shut.

He wraps his lips around her swollen clit and sucks the bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Her legs tremble and her breathing is shallow.

“You like that, baby? Hm? Do you like my tongue on your pretty little cunt?”

“God, yes.” She breathes, her chest heaving and her body squirming under his touch.

“Mhm, you're so delicious.” He mumbles and his mouth travels lower, his tongue licking through her wetness. He teases her entrance, dipping his tongue inside, before moving up and wrapping his lips around her clit. His mouth is relentless and he doesn't stop his assault on her heat until her thighs squeeze around his head, her fingers pulling at his hair, her breathing laboured and her hips moving up and down.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, don't stop.” She moans, her eyes are tightly shut, her head pressed back into the pillow.

He moves his tongue faster, lapping up her juices and his finger travels lower. He dips it inside her entrance and thrusts his finger inside her, his mouth still sucking her clit. Her walls tighten around his finger, and when he adds a second, she's a writhing mess.

“Harry, fuck. Yes.” She breathes, and when his fingers curl and hit the right spot, her orgasm washes over her and she lets out a long, throaty moan.

“Yes, that's it. Let go, baby. Let me taste you.” He says and his tongue swipes up her juices. He sucks her clit into his mouth, helping her ride out her high, her back arching and her eyes closing.

“Mhm, oh god.”

“Good girl.” He praises and gives her a few final kitten licks before he crawls back up and hovers above her. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and when her eyes open, Harry's gaze locks with hers. His eyes are filled with lust, his lips glistening with her juices.

“Fuck, you taste amazing.” He whispers and connects their mouths in a hungry kiss. She moans at the taste of herself on his tongue and her hands come up, cupping his cheeks, deepening the kiss. When they pull away, their foreheads rest together, their breathing heavy.

“You're incredible.” Harry mumbles and his lips move down her cheek, trailing kisses down to her jawline.

“You are.”

“Let's get some sleep, hm? It's late.” He says and rolls over, pulling her against his chest.

“Don't you want me to-?” She says as she moves her hand down, palming him through his sweats.

“Not tonight, love. You need some sleep.”

“But-.” She’s not used to her partner not wanting anything in return.

“Shh. Go to sleep.” He says and rubs her back soothingly.

“Okay.” She says and wraps her arm around his torso, her head rests on his chest.

“Goodnight, love.”

“Night.” She whispers and within seconds she is fast asleep.

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After finishing her classes, Y/N steps in her car and drives to the Styles residence. She clicks the button of the remote control so the gate to Harry's property opens. Whenever Y/N wonders how her boss can afford such a beautiful home, she reminds herself that she really shouldn't pry too much into people's personal lives. She shakes the question away every time because truthfully she doesn't want to know.

“Y/N!” Grace shouts excitedly when the front door opens. Her little feet slide against the wooden flooring, while the small girl is making her way over to her.

“Hi, Gracie.” She smiles brightly, crouching down so she can wrap her arms around her. “You can actually run a marathon now.” She pokes her tongue out.

“Daddy said I hafta put on my shoes first.” The small girl points at her bare feet. “Then you can race.”

“Daddy is smart, you'd be way faster with your shoes on!” Y/N agrees. Grace's favourite activity is definitely running. Ever since the day she found out how fast her legs could carry her, there was no going back.

“Y/N, I am so glad you're here.” Harry walks into the entrance and the Y/N can't help but bite her lip. He wears a tight black turtleneck sweater, showing off his chest and when he turns to close the door, his trousers fit very nicely. Y/N shakes her head, chastising herself for once again admiring the beauty that is her boss. “You are early.”

Y/N gets up, looking at her wristwatch. “By two minutes.” She can feel the blush creeping up her cheeks because even though they've been doing this babysitting gig for a couple of months, she is still caught off guard when they talk. “My professor ended his lecture earlier than expected.” She explains.

“I should reward your punctuality.” He smirks mischievously. If she hadn't fallen in love with his daughter first, it would've probably been him.

Grace slides into her purple Converse shoes and looks up at the pair while attempting to tie her shoes.

“Come here baby.” Y/N reaches a hand out. “Let me help you.” She watches as the girl makes her way to her with a bright smile. She's definitely taken after Harry. Her brown hair covers a good part of her back when it's down, which always has Harry insisting that she does a half ponytail. Her small chubby hands roam around with any and everything making it all the more impossible to grasp properly. But if there's one thing Y/N has learned in these last couple of months it's that it doesn't take a lot of effort for Grace to grasp hold of someone's heart. Y/N finishes tying her shoe before wrapping the little girl's hair into a ponytail, using the band on her wrist to secure it into place and picking up the toddler.

“Is it a race?” Grace asks curiously.

“I was thinking that we can make french toast.” Y/N suggests, laughing at herself as she proposes something completely different from what Grace insists on.

“French toast?” Grace scrunches her nose up in disapproval.

“Yes, Grace!” She exclaims. “We need to eat first.”

Harry watches their interaction and doesn't even attempt to hide the amusement that crosses his features.

“Ok.” The three-year-old girl answers. “I guess.”

“It's only until lunch.” Y/N reminds her. “Then afterwards we can go running. You and me?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Daddy's not gonna come?” Grace mumbles a soft pout on her face.

“I have to work, baby.” Harry reminds his daughter. “Y/N will watch you today while I am at work. She is gonna make sure you eat and sleep and she'll play with you until you tire her out.” He smiles. “Just like every other Thursday.” He wraps his right arm around Y/N's waist, leaning in so he can kiss the top of his daughter's head. “Now be nice.”

“I don't want to sleep, daddy.” Grace frowns, the disappointment and resistance clear on her face.

“Later.” He smiles. “Daddy is late.”

“Did you eat?” Y/N looks at him. “I can make you lunch too.” She offers.

“I already ate, don't worry.” He chuckles. “Besides I know it's not in your job description to care for me.” Harry smirks.

“But if your baby doesn't get the proper attention and you're too weak from starvation, I will be liable.” Y/N offers nonchalantly and feels her cheeks warm when his gaze meets hers.

“Can I go jump on the bed?” Grace interrupts them.

“Absolutely not!” They both scold in unison before turning their heads to stare at the other. Harry chuckles as he sends her a wink.

“I'm going to go now. Be good.” He says looking at Grace. “You too, Y/N.” He winks at her.

“I am always on my best behaviour, Mr. Styles.” She teases.

“I know.” He hums satisfied. “That's the problem.” ***

Y/N walks out of Harry's office, making sure to quietly close the door behind her. Grace peacefully fell asleep after running for thirty minutes straight in the backyard and Y/N took the opportunity to use Harry's home office to study for her classes. She just found out she had an exam on Monday and it was way too close for her comfort.

When Grace wakes up from her nap, Y/N gets her changed and ready for the rest of their afternoon together. Y/N keeps busy to get through Grace's demanding behaviour, so she figures some baking will be a good activity. She's wearing Harry's apron, her hair has come undone with all the frustration she has with measuring the dry ingredients but honestly, she couldn't care less about anything else. She's covered in flower and possibly milk but she prides herself on the fact that the smell of banana bread has taken over the house.

“Grace?” She calls but receives no answer. “Grace!” She calls again, a bit louder this time but still nothing. Where is she? Y/N steps out of the kitchen and into the living room where she finds the little girl laying down on the sofa. “Are you hungry?”

“Mmhm.” Grace shakes her head.

“No? Are you sleepy, love?” Y/N sits down next to the toddler and runs her hand over her back.

“My tummy hurts.” Grace frowns, holding her stomach.

“It hurts?” She frowns, pressing her hand down against Grace's belly and rubbing circles on it with her thumb. “Come here.” Y/N gently lifts Grace onto her lap. “Where does it hurt, baby?”

Grace pulls a pout on her face, her eyes looking at Y/N for a second before pressing her lips into a thin line. She pushes her cheek against the babysitter's chest and points to her stomach.

“Is it a big hurt?” Y/N feels worried for the child. She doesn't want Grace to be in pain and what's worse is that it's the first time something like this happens. “Gracie?” She whispers, and the little girl merely nods her head.

“Oh, come here baby.” Y/N coos and lays down with Grace in her arms. She covers them with the blanket from the back of the sofa, keeping them warm.

Grace settles between the crevice of her neck and chest, clinging to Y/N as her fingers softly graze the nape of her neck. Her fingers twirl a strand of Y/N's hair around them while the thumb of her free hand is caught between her lips.

Y/N curls her hands over Grace's head as she begins humming a tune for the little girl. She closes her eyes, allowing the smooth melody to come out and waits patiently for the girl to fall asleep. It doesn't take much longer for Grace to relax and after one more round, Y/N is certain the toddler has succumbed to her dreams. She lays with the little girl, not wanting to wake her up and keeps humming and soothingly patting her back.

Eventually, she opens her eyes as she feels a soft pressure on top of her head and sees Harry standing there caressing her hair, quietly staring back at her. How long has he been standing there?

“You fell asleep.” He whispers, his voice full of amusement.

“How did your meeting go?” Y/N keeps her voice at a low level as not to startle her little sleeper.

“You had a tough day, sweetheart?” He asks, sitting down on the other sofa in front of them. His dimpled smile breaks out as she nods her head at him. Harry is genuinely touched at seeing the closeness between his girl and the woman who has brought so much happiness to his family.

Y/N turns her head, nuzzling her nose against Grace's hair and taking a deep breath. The little girl moves to press a leg between her knees and pushes her feet against her thigh, feeling the warm embrace.

“When did this happen?” He motions to Grace.

“She said her tummy hurt.” Y/N explains. “I thought we could keep snuggling a bit. Besides if I laid her down she'll probably wake up.”

“A wise decision.” He assures her, letting his head rest on his palm.

Y/N smiles for a moment before her eyes fall to his lap. “How was your meeting?” She asks.

“Exhausting.” Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Kept thinking about my girls at home.” He looks at her and she bites her bottom lip trying to hide her shy smile. She loves how he said girls, as in plural.

They stare at each other a bit longer, neither one wanting to break their eye contact, in a sense begging the other to be the first. Grace lets out a small cough, startling Y/N into looking away. She turns to see the small girl's forehead all bunched up.

“It's ok, honey.” She whispers, pressing a small kiss to her temple. She begins her lullaby again and it doesn't take long for Grace to settle into a deep sleep.

“So beautiful.” He hums after a while, looking at the way Grace falls at ease in Y/N's arms. “Let's put her to bed so we can have dinner.” Harry offers and takes the small child in his arms and carries her up the stairs.

Y/N stays behind and cleans up the mess they made in the kitchen, thankful that she let the food she planned on cooking for dinner stay in the fridge. She glances up as she sees Harry strolling down the staircase. His long legs carry him forward in a few strides and she rolls her eyes at herself for finding such a stupid activity exciting.

“Is she asleep?” Y/N asks.

“Mmhm.” Harry stretches his arms above his head and Y/N catches a sliver of skin beneath his sweater. It only lasts a moment but it's enough for Y/N to release the breath she didn't realise she was holding in.

Harry lowers his arms and reaches the kitchen, taking a seat on a stool on the other side of the counter. He had his hands pressed on top of it as his eyes look down. After a small sigh, he looks up at Y/N.

“I was thinking-” He pauses. “-me and you, we should talk.” He keeps his hands pressed on the cold marble, balling them into fists at the fear of her rejection.

Y/N's face shows an expression of worry. “Oh no, was I not meeting the needed requirements of my job?” She questions, folding the dish towel on her shoulder. “I've tried to give as much love and care to Grace as possible. I promise that I will not abandon her or neglect her or her well-being.”

Harry smiles lovingly at her. “You are amazing with her.” He remarks, leaning his elbows on the counter. “But that's not what I was talking about.”

“It's not?” Y/N pouts, now very confused about what he really wants to say.

“This babysitting thing, Y/N.” Harry begins. “We both know that this is more than that.” He waits for her reaction.

“Ok..” She drags out the 'o'. “I mean if you've been-“

“Can you please sit down?” He interjects.

Y/N smiles politely, afraid to show too much of the happiness that has taken over her. Harry can see her hesitancy and can tell she's trying her best to remain calm while she takes her seat next to him. She turns her stool a little bit so she's directly facing him.

Harry stares at her for a moment, taking her in and how natural it seems for them to sit down like this. His fingers reach out, brushing her cheek lightly but pulling his hand back when she frowns. It's too soon. It's inappropriate. But he wants her so much.

“I care for you a lot.” He starts again, with a newfound confidence and strength. “I think it's more than just Grace at this point. You have become a part of my family in such a short amount of time. You've shown me the joy of welcoming another human in my home and offering them safety and love.”

“I love being here.” Y/N swallows the lump in her throat. “Grace is so perfect and I- I care for her immensely. I would do anything for her.”

“You also happen to be exquisite.” Harry remarks. “Possibly the prettiest woman I have ever laid eyes on.” Y/N ducks her head and he can sense the heat radiating from her skin. “It's not my place to cross any boundaries but I can't deny the chemistry and connection we share. I am so attracted to you.”

She bites her lower lip. This is going all wrong. “But, Harry.”

“Y/N.” He interrupts her. “Let me finish.” He tilts his head to the side.

“I've seen the way you've been looking at me.” Harry reaches out, lifting her chin with his fingers. “It's the same way I look at you when you're not looking back.”

“It's true.” She admits. “I just-” Y/N frowns. “I thought that maybe, and please don't hate me for thinking this, I thought that perhaps I was seeing things that weren't actually there, delusional daydreaming.” She scoffs and Harry licks his lips, a smirk visible.

“Allow me to clear the confusion.” He whispers, running his fingers along her jaw, towards the right side of her neck. “I want you.” He reveals, slightly tilting her head back with a gentle push, so her eyes meet his. “And I will wait until you decide you're ready.”

She tenses up, a hand on her thigh as the other grips at the hem of her blouse. “What if I'm ready now?” Y/N muses.

Harry leans back, pushing himself off the stool and stepping forward as the gap between him and Y/N lessens. “Then I'd say we skip dinner.” He says, his voice a bit deeper and definitely surer than before. Her eyes travel his face, holding the gaze of his bright green eyes for a second longer.

“We definitely should, Mr. Styles.” Y/N decides to call him by his last name as she sees the spark ignite in his eyes. “After all, you are the boss.” She chuckles.