#cheaterry

“What?” His voice was a sharp whip, already annoyed that the post orgasm bliss had been interrupted by Katherine. Y/N was sitting next to him, her leg thrown over his thigh as fingers traced over his chest, absentminded circles pausing when she heard his attitude already. Her brow raised as he lifted the phone to show the name on the screen, making her nod, lips turning down. That irritated him further. 

“When are you coming to get me?” A voice that pierced his ears made him close his eyes, a dull throb beginning to coast down his head. “Daddy said you’re coming to the event and you were going to pick me up!” 

She was huffing like a child, not wanting to wait. Realistically, he would leave in 30 minutes. Y/N would stay curled up in his bed and wait for him to come home before he took her away to one of his family cabin’s with the rest of their friend group- the ones who knew of him and Y/N. He would spend the entire night trying to think of an excuse to get back to her early, and hoping Katherine wouldn’t throw a fit about not being able to come on this ‘business trip’.  

“You live with your father. Could you have not shared a ride?” His tone was icy, something Y/N had never been the recipient of. Thank god, really. As sexy as it was to hear him talk like that to other people, it would definitely make her cry. The man was intense, even he knew that, but not everyone seemed to catch on. 

“Hazza! Come on.” She whined. “He already left and stopped by the office. I’m getting ready now but we have to be early for the photos!” As if that was going to help her cause. It was like the girl had a handbook on how to say the wrong things. 

Harry didn’t do those stupid step and repeats. While Katherine loved being the center of attention, it wasn’t something Harry desired. In actuality, he detested it. He hated paparazzi and had broken 2 cameras from having them in his face without a second glance. No aggression, the picture of calm with pure ice on his face as he did so. If they valued their possessions, they shouldn’t be shoving them in people’s way. That’s what he thought, at least. 

“I’ll be there in an hour. I’m not doing those photos. I don’t care what you do. Now stop calling me when I'm in the middle of things. You know if I don’t answer once, wait for further instruction.” He paused. “And stop calling me that childish nickname. I don’t find it cute or endearing, it’s embarrassing. Goodbye.”

There was a sharp squeak as he hung up the phone and threw it to the ground, rolling Y/N around onto her back and sliding his still sticky cock back inside of her yet again. His annoyance was clear on his face, but it quickly melted away as her arms wrapped around him and her lips covered his face with soft coos, legs pulling him in deeper. Maybe she was a bit sore, maybe his last load was still dripping out of her messy hole, but she knew exactly how the man needed to express himself. 

“I know.” Her silky voice wrapped around his tension and broke it down, slow thrusts inside of her quelling the bubbling irritation in his stomach and turning it into arousal. Y/N could read his stone cold features, knew what his eye twitch meant, the simple movement of a brow or the tiniest down or upturn of lip. This magnificent woman seemed to have him all figured out, and he felt like shit for having to leave and be seen with another woman. “I know, baby. Only a few more months.” Fingers stroked his hair back, guiding his lips to her own.

 He kissed her back, eyes squeezing shut as he allowed himself to lose the anger that had developed by focusing on her. The heat of her cunt wrapped up tight around him, snug. Fitting him perfectly, just as it always had. Y/N was the one he had wanted to take to these things, but he had to wait. For once, his patience wasn’t being practiced. 

The best thing in his life had to be hidden from most people, all because he had taken a stupid deal. He had to go out with the girl who thought she was going to be the next Mrs.Styles, while all he wanted to do was stay nestled in his luxury sheets with Y/N’s soft, supple body to worship. 

It was all his fault, though. 

He had always been ambitious. Ruthless, some may say, but he knew that to a degree he could be cruel to get what he wanted. That was how had been raised. His father had put that right into his head, doing anything for success, power, money… that’s how he ended up in this situation. 

In order to secure the deal of a lifetime, he had agreed to date the man’s daughter. Maybe that sounded cruel, but he knew the intentions from the get go. The man was using his conventionally pretty, high society daughter to try and sweeten the deal- but he knew the true motivation. An attempt to get him into the family and continue having control of the company through his daughter’s supposed relationship with him. If only he had been smarter, if he had done more research. He would know he was sending a sacrificial lamb right into Harry’s awaiting lion jaws. 

See, she had been no stranger to him. Katherine had been after him for quite a while. They were acquainted to a certain degree, running in similar circles and society dinners. The crush, more so the obsession she had with Harry had been no secret to anyone. She claimed to have been in love with him, but Harry knew what it truly was. A lust for money. An infatuation with the power he could secure her. She loved what Harry could represent for her, not only to secure place in the society she had been thrown into as she grew up- but to elevate it. She knew the score, knew what Harry’s ring could mean. 

Katherine knew nothing of his true personality, his likes, his dislikes, his jokes. All of those things were reserved for the tiniest selection of people that she only knew of in passing. His real friends barely touched that superficial, vapid, bitter world. Katherine’s family was new money, looking to secure their place in society. Harry’s wealth went in decades, and it would most likely stay that way. Her vying for his attention didn’t shock him in the slightest. 

The condition of dating Katherine for at least a year had been one he had wanted to scoff at, one he had wanted to tell Mr. Eugene Brant that it would be obvious what it was, but he was smart enough to bite his tongue and agree. Playing stupid was a superpower, letting him think he got one over on Harry and vastly overestimating his daughter’s appeal. One year of being toted around with her overly big smile and his signature scowl on his face hadn’t been an issue. It was something he would merely go through the motions of until the exact year was up and she would be out of his life. 

At least, it hadn’t been until he met Y/N. 

The first woman who had ever captured his heart and soul. Softened the edges of his razor sharp glare.

She hadn’t wanted to give him the time of day once she realized he had been flirting whilst not single. She hadn’t known the deceptive relationship and it hadn’t been her fault, but that didn’t mean Harry was going to leave well enough alone. Even after she had dumped her  Shirley temple on his brand new pure cotton button up. 

If anything, it made him want her more. 

One thing about Harry? He was going to get what he wanted. He would bet anything on it. He was patient, stubborn, and fixated. Checking guest lists to see if she’d be in attendance to parties, see if she was going to hang out with his friend group, he was on the prowl to get her to talk again. 

She had blocked his number already- he didn’t really have a chance to explain. He understood why, but that didn’t mean he was going to give up. 

When he finally did have the shot to tell her the relationship was a hoax, she was still doubtful. Dubious looks sent his way as he had pulled them into a private room of the club they were at- one his father owned, funnily enough- his hand holding hers as he sat beside her to plead his case. He was strong and defiant, insisting that it was a means to an end and there was no clause saying he couldn’t date other people- but he would like to get to know her on a real level. 

Against her better judgment, Y/N had fallen for the soft green eyes, the soft looking lips with the sharp cupid's bow and his even sharper tongue. Giving him one date was all he needed to get her on board. 

Fidelity wasn’t a term in the contract he had signed. Stupid, stupid mistake on Brant’s part. A new money, no lawyer to look over, a hasty mistake that would most definitely come to bite him in the ass. Harry hadn’t honored fidelity in the slightest even before he met Y/N. Sex was an outlet for him, as was the gym, things that were pleasurable and stress relieving. He’d only slept with Katherine a handful of times, tapering that off when he saw it made her get more and more attached. She had obviously known Harry had a reputation and while the sex had been alright, there hadn’t been much to his benefit besides the fact that she swallowed his load. 

Surprisingly, it wasn’t that hard to find willing participants. 

Sex with Y/N had completely rocked his world. He thinks, in part, it was because they had a real connection. She made him wait, she made him work his way up to that if he wanted- and made him stop sex with anyone else. As if he had any interest in anyone else. Y/N had taken up the majority of his brain that wasn’t filled with revenue and contracts and contacts and emails. She was his escape. 

The first time they had sex, Harry had fallen for her. There was no question in his mind. Despite being positive that he wouldn’t ever marry for love, Y/N had him questioning that. She had flipped his entire world view upside down, made him weak in the knees. 

Y/N wasn’t in the public eye. Her family had some elite ties, but she was friends with a lot of the quietly wealthy people who didn’t feel the need to showcase it to everyone who looked with tacky labels and monograms. She’d gotten into one of the best schools, gotten her degree and continued her friendship with her roommates and best friends- who just happened to be the girlfriends of some of his best mates. The real ones. There were only a few single members of the groups, and Y/N had been the new blood that had people wondering. Harry had been interested immediately. 

It was about 4 months into their relationship and everything still felt fantastic. Y/N knew more about Harry than anyone else ever could. She was the one with the key to the future, even if she didn’t know the exact depths his feelings went to. 

“I don’t want to go.” His lips parted from hers. “I want to stay here… want to stay buried inside of you, want to feed you your chocolate and lick it from your tongue.” Inhaling his words, she moaned as his hips rolled and he found his home back at her most sensitive spot. He had spent hours finding it, claiming it, and he knew it was his. “Spent all week working… I just want my sweet Angel.”

Noses brushed against one another, Y/N’s bleary eyes opening up to look at his own. Hazy, dark green, hooded. She gently dragged her nails over his shoulder blades, arching up into him and pressed a bit harder on the skin to make him moan in surprise. “You have me, Harry.” She whispered. “You have me now. Leave with my traces on your cock… then come back and take more. We leave tomorrow… and you can hold me how you like. Kiss me. Our friends don’t care. They’ll keep our secret.” Even if it was forbidden, their tight knit group knew exactly what the relationship between Harry and Katherine really was- and none really liked her. They knew Y/N made him happy, softened him up, they’d all been rooting for this. Their safe space. The only ones who knew. 

“She won’t ever have me.” He reassured. “I’m yours. I want your marks on me.” Breathing harder, his thrusts getting a bit more deep. “Make me bleed. C’mon, my sweet girl. Paid for those nails… give me what I want.” Her cunt quivered around his prick, making him smile. She pretended not to like that sort of thing, but she got them done specifically for this. To quench his thirst for pain, for marks. They loved it. “She’ll never have me like this. I’m yours.” He whimpered, the freak of the bed and their noises filling the room. “M’yours, baby. My sweet Angel… stay in my bed and wait for me. I’ll give you everything. Just wait for me.” 

Sex had always been different with Y/N. A sense of vulnerability was shared between the both of them that had been more than either had experienced before, but it was jarring on Harry’s part. Mostly because he wanted to hand himself over to her. He loved control, he always would, but he knew his heart was safe with her. His love. She took care of him every single time despite the fact that he was in charge, letting him have what he wanted and even more so, enjoying it. Perfectly matched as a pair, he couldn’t stop himself from giving himself to her the more times they were together. 

He sighed happily at the feeling of her soft cunt clinging to his cock, the feeling of her body velvety underneath him. She was providing him the escape he needed and from her words, he did the same for her. She got to let go of her stresses because Harry took care of her and Harry got to release his stress in her body, the act of sex relaxing him to his core. The physical release had been something no one else seemed to understand, but when he attempted to explain it to Y/N, she had finished his sentence for him. A pair made in heaven, he thinks. His sweet angel of a woman. 

He could see when she began to wake up. Eyes fluttering and a sleepy whine leaving her throat, she squirmed under him as he pulled out, pressing back inside of her slowly to let her waking body feel the stretch of his cock spreading her walls open. That stretch she loved and lived for, her drippy cunt beginning to slick up even more as his nose nudged hers and a chaste kiss was pressed to her swollen lips. “Eyes on me, sunshine.” He cooed. Being the first thing she saw when she woke up was something that pleased him soul deep, watching as she opened those pretty eyes and gave that delicious little gasp before her arms rose up to wrap around his shoulders. 

“H-Harry…” His name was her first word out of her tired mouth, making him grin wider and nudge their noses again. This was the dream. What he wanted out of life. Before Y/N, he had been pretty sure his marriage would be more than likely not too far off of the agreement he was in now. A marriage in name only while he had his flavors of the week on the side to satiate the more kinky side of him. A credit card , a personal bank for whatever woman who could strengthen the family empire. It had been that way for decades. As soon as he met Y/N though, as soon as he began to fall for her, he knew that he had to hold on to her. Hold on to their love and as soon as he could, get a ring on her finger because he didn’t want her going anywhere. 

His idea of infidelity had been changed as well. Watching her pout, wanting a kiss from him- which he promptly delivered- he knew there was no way in hell anyone else could stoke the fire that this glorious woman under him had lit. She was the only option for him. Her tender touch and needy begs were the only thing he could ever crave. The thought of any other woman disgusted him, made him recoil even when a hand rested on his arms. It was fairly often that cheating happened in his world and he hadn’t seen it as something particularly scandalous, even going as far as rolling his eyes at the reactions of some who got cheated on until he had thought of Y/N stepping out on him. While he knew that without a doubt that she wouldn’t ever cheat, the mere idea felt like a dagger to his chest. It made him murderous. Bloodthirsty. He’d never killed someone before, but he sure as fuck would hire it out if someone tried to touch her. Y/N made him crazy, but she was his. Fully. 

He couldn’t wait until he could prove to her that the same went for him. It made him a hypocrite to demand that of him, knowing that most people in the world thought he was dating an airhead of an heiress but spent his time and love with a woman he truly adored behind the scenes, but he was going to rectify that mistake. Spend his whole life making it up to the pretty girl gasping in pleasure underneath him. 

“Good morning, my sweet girl.” he whispered. “Mine, yeah? All mine forever.” The little nod against his lips wasn’t good enough, even if his heart twinged at the sound of despair she let out when he took his lips away from her. “S’not what I wanted. You know how much I like hearing that heavenly voice, my angel.” His chuckle was deep, words coated in raspy sleep as he felt her try and tug him back towards her. “You belong to me, don’t you? My girl, my body, my sweet little pussy to own. Tell me.” 

With his coaxing, she nodded, eyes evening out as she did as he asked. “Always yours, H. My body and heart, they’re all yours forever.” She promised, fingers carding through his locks. It wasn’t hard to promise when that was exactly what she wanted. Going against her morals for a complex situation because she felt such a connection to a man hadn’t always been in the plan but he had never done anything to make her doubt the fact that he was completely devoted to her and her alone. “Take me however you want. Love waking up to you, only want to be touched by you. I need you.” 

Like she had a cheat code, she knew what he needed to hear. He smiled lazily, connecting their lips again as he continued his lazy, full thrusts into her. Keeping her full in the way she always needed. His jaw was slightly scruffy from lack of shaving through the night, making her giggle as he moved away to kiss down her jaw to her throat. Her giggles fueled the purer part of him, encouraging more of the kisses to her skin as her fingers tugged gently at his hair. She was so good to him, he truly didn’t know what he had done before her. How he had continued life with how stressful it had been. 

He was still an asshole. It wasn’t like she had changed his personality in general. He was blunt, a little cruel, he didn’t hesitate to fire people who needed to be fired or tell people they weren’t at all funny, his reputation had been fairly obtained- but with Y/N, he was better. He was never mean to her, never cruel. He liked to cultivate his kindness and save it just for her because the creature that she was, the one made out of candy, hearts, sugary clouds, deserved only the very best. It was a cliche, maybe, but he loved her and he would continue to make sure she wasn’t on the receiving end of his cruelty. He’d wanted to get on his knees and grovel the few times he had accidentally made her cry, even by accident, so he knew that he had to be his best self with her. 

Y/N made him want to be the best person he was capable of being. 

“That’s my fucking girl.” He hummed, biting down softly on the curve of her neck to make her squeal. Harry loved leaving marks on her, loved to prove his touch was still there even when they were apart. His obsession was beginning to show no bounds, but neither seemed too bothered by it. “Want t’feel that perfect cunt cumming on my cock, yeah? Give me what I want.” He pulled back up to look into her glistening eyes. Slightly sleepy but deliciously gorgeous, she nodded and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. 

He was in love with her. 

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“For the last fucking time, I don’t care if your feelings are hurt, Katherine.” Harry said cooly. “You aren’t allowed to come to the lake house. If I see you or your car here you will be escorted away. It’s my time with my f-friends.” He cleared his throat, looking down at the pretty girl between his legs who had the tip of his cock between spit slick lips. She tried to look innocent but it was hard to when she looked like pure sex. 

“But you never let me get to know your friends. Shouldn’t I get to know them? You’re being secretive about me but they have to know about me!” She hissed. There was nothing she could say to get Harry to budge, already pissing him off more when she had blown up his phone over lunch asking if she could come by. The answer had been a very clear and resounding ‘No.’ but she had never been told that in her life from anyone else, apparently. 

His and Y/N’s children would be spoiled, but not brats like this god forsaken woman. 

“To be honest, no. I like to keep you separate from those things. They know about you, and that’s as far as it’s going for now.” He swallowed thickly, watching as Y/N worked him deeper in her mouth. She had a very, very talented mouth. Albeit a little sloppy and messy, but Harry had always loved a mess. There was no fear of getting dirty from his pretty girl. “You need to leave me alone. Clingy isn’t a good look on you.” 

“I wouldn’t have to be if you just included me in things!” She screeched. “God, why am I even with you? You don’t even seem like you like me at all.” 

Harry rolled his eyes back, his hand tightening on Y/N’s silky hair as he pushed her further down. She choked slightly but didn’t slap his thigh, meaning she was okay as he nudged his hips up and let the tip of his cock run over the wall of her throat. How could he even focus on the squawking on the other end of the phone when he had a drooling mess around his cock. Y/N was working harder than normal. She always did when the girl called. 

“It’s how I am. If you don’t like it, you can break up with me.” He suggested, letting Y/N pull back with a nod. ‘Good fucking girl.’ He mouthed at her, moving his thumb to smear the spit around her chin before feeding his prick back into her mouth. 

“No!” Katherine hissed again. God, could she fucking speak normally? “You just need tobe a better boyfriend to me. I’m sure Daddy won’t be pleased to hear how bad you are to me.” The smugness in her tone made him breathe out a laugh through his nose. Was she seriously trying this again?

“You’d do well by not trying to threaten me. I don’t give a fuck. Daddy doesn’t care.” His eyes went down to Y/N when he said that, eyes hooding when she hummed around his length. He was so fucking lucky. He felt the sucking continue, leaning back further in the chair in the makeshift office he had been finishing some emails up in while they had some free time, where he had gotten the continuous calls after his denial text. “You’re on thin fucking ice, Katherine. If you want to be with me, this is what you’re getting. Social media followers, brand deals, whatever social credit your vapid self craves. I am not going to dote on you, I’m not a flowers and chocolate type.” Lying through his teeth. Y/N got bi-weekly flowers and imported chocolate. “If that’s not good enough for you, you’re welcome to walk. I’m not going to fight when I’ve been up front about the man I am from day one.” 

“How can you truly not care? Are the rumors actually true? Are you some sort of psycho?” She asked, obviously horrified. “It’s like I keep trying and trying and you aren’t budging. You truly are heartless, aren’t you? I thought you were joking.” 

Harry couldn’t help but let out a groan. Y/N’s hot little mouth had taken his balls, licking and sucking lightly on the sac and making him throb. She had no fear, only desire to please and the man felt his apparently heartless chest pulse as he watched her wet hand slick over the base while the girl continued to talk on the other line. 

“Harry? Are you seriously groaning at me? You are such a dick!” 

“Call me what you want. I truly, honestly, don’t give a fuck. I’ve laid it all out for you. Tell your dad, tell anyone. I told you what you were getting into. You aren’t stuck with me.” And thank god for that. He could feel his orgasm start to near, and he was ready for this to end. “Don’t come here, do not call me again, and I will contact you when I’m home. Let me know if you want to break up.” Hopefully. “Goodbye.”

His phone was tossed on the desk as he hissed, tossing his head back against the headrest. 

“That’s it baby, god… I fucking love you.” He slurred, allowing his tense body to relax as she licked up his cock to the tip. “Tongue out f’me. M’gonna cum on that pretty mouth.” Y/N was good at following instructions, tapping the ruddy heady against the flat of her tongue and letting his cum coat it, her lips and let it drip down to his chin. She was a fucking vision, coated in him and wide eyed. Messy with his cum and her own spit, his own filthy angel all for his own enjoyment. “You’re unreal.. So fucking gorgeous, my filthy little girl.” He cooed before he got an idea. Telling her to hold still, he reached back over to his phone and slid open the camera app.

“Stay still, baby.” He whispered, focusing in on her messy bottom half of her face and his cock resting back against the corner of her mouth. “There we go. Let me get a pretty shot of this.” His other hand stroked back her hair, instructing her further. “Let me see those eyes, there we are… most gorgeous thing in the world, pet.” He swiped over to the video setting, zeroing it in on her face. “Swallow for me, my love. Show me how much you love Daddy’s cum. Show the camera.” 

He knew this was risky behavior but he was tired of tiptoeing. No one gets his phone, and he wanted to take dirty photos of the girl he loved- and she obviously loved it. Putting on a show of it, she swallowed what had been given and opened back up to show her empty tongue before licking up the tip and trying to clean up every drop. Somehow, just this action alone had him falling deeper in love with her. 

The man knew he had gotten lucky, and he wasn’t willing to part with it. It wasn’t a matter of anything but sheer determination now. They’d get through his time dealing with the bratty thing that tried to call herself his girlfriend.