A Better Fit
Okay so... I've been meaning to write something about this for a while and it absolutely won't be everyone's cup of tea, which I completely understand. But since writing The Favor I had felt the need to write a scene like this properly and it's been on my mind. This will be 3 parts, already finished (so don't worry). The full thing is already up on Patreon but will come here over time :)
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warnings- Cuckolding, talk of kink, unhappy relationship, anxiety, what could be perceived as cheating*
*This is Y/N's BF's idea but this is also a H story so... we all know that he's the main star. There is some grey area here considering she and H have a connection (even unexplored) and she keeps this from him. Harry also DGAF about this boyfriend at all, so while this isn't cheating it's still adjacent so I wanted to put that disclaimer in.
Y/N wasn’t sure how to go about it.
When Devon had opened up about his particular, somewhat peculiar fantasy, she had tried her very best to be open minded. Speaking generally she was, in pretty much every way. She didn’t usually feel too much judgement from people when they spoke about kinks or things they were into.
Different strokes for different folks, right?
She tried to be open about what she liked, at least. They’d had a bit of a rocky relationship but Devon was trying and he was being more open. That’s what counted to her, and she had promised when they had decided to give it one more shot that she would give him the benefit of the doubt and be open to suggestions.
When they’d started the discussion about what they could do to improve their bedroom activities, Y/N had been going to suggest practice. Toys. More oral, because her orgasms were somewhat (very) lacking. It would have sounded mean to say in the way it truly was, but it had been a problem for them.
As sweet as Devon tried to be, he just… wasn’t hitting it. He was trying (she thinks?) but he wasn’t able to give her what she needed. She didn’t think she had to orgasm every single time but the tally marks were off.
It had become a point of resentment for her, washing his cum off her stomach while he fell asleep and she was just sore from lack of preparation and unfulfilled from lack of orgasm.
Everything was lacking.
She had avoided talking too much of her own current bedroom activities to her friends when they discussed it because, well… she didn’t have much to report on. It made that resentment grow. Sex wasn’t everything, but it was a good part of a relationship! It was intimacy, something meant to bond them closer, but Y/N only felt herself drift further apart when they had sex.
They’d almost called it quits when they had agreed to sit down and try and talk those things out. It had been hard to tell him that their sex life wasn’t giving her much of anything and he had obviously felt really embarrassed about it. She had seen him flush and the way he looked genuinely saddened, he’d apologized for being selfish, and that had been the beginning of them trying to patch it up.
Talking about their fantasies as they sat on her couch hadn’t been where she imagined her night to begin with when he had suggested a pizza and movie date, but she sure as hell hadn’t been prepared for him to tell her what he wanted.
“I want to watch you fuck someone else.”
The statement was rushed as Y/N’s eyes widened, pizza getting cold on her plate as she waited for him to laugh or say he was kidding- but all that followed was a nervous swallow and silence.
“I… What?” Y/N blinked rapidly as if she was going to wake up from a dream, but the vision remained the same. Her boyfriend looking red in the face as he wrung his hands together.
“I want to watch someone else fuck you. It’s my fantasy. I-I know it’s weird, but I’ve thought about it a lot. Especially after you said… I didn’t satisfy you. I want to see you feel good a-and see how they do it. I even know of who I’d want to see you fuck, if that’s something you’d ever be up for.”
The rambling had made her own face feel hot. He’d been thinking of this for a while, apparently. But he even had a person in mind? It went that far deep?
Y/N wasn’t sure, but she was curious.
“Okay… Sorry, I’m not judging you or seem like you need to be ashamed or anything. I just didn’t at all expect that.” Placing her paper plate on the coffee table, she raised the Diet Pepsi to her mouth to take a sip from the straw to give herself something to do other than stare.
“I know. I know it’s weird and that’s why I never wanted to tell you but I just, I’ve thought about it for ages and I want to see it, if that’s something you’re comfortable with.” Devon looked to his lap before meeting her eyes again.
“Who is it that you want to fuck me?” Y/N felt no need to beat around the bush at this point. She wanted to know what it was that he wanted so she could mentally go through it. Give him an answer.
If this was in any of her past relationships, it would likely be a ‘hell no’ off the bat. She was pretty much strictly monogamous, but… she couldn’t deny the prospect of having good sex didn’t appeal to her. It wasn’t cheating he wanted it and she wouldn’t lie and say she hadn’t fantasized about other people. It made her feel bad, but being as unfulfilled as she felt… it just happened.
Shifting in the cushion, Devon took a deep breath before muttering an all too familiar name. “Harry.”
If she thought she couldn’t be more shocked, she was wrong.
Harry was her friend. Her close friend of quite a few years that belonged to her core friend group, and a man that Devon had been resentful of since day one.
He’d tried to make her pick between the two of them in the past. The beginnings of their realtionship after a night out, he’d said Harry stared a bit too much and was too handsy- he really wasn’t, at least in her mind- and he wanted her to stop hanging around him so much or he wasn’t sure he could do it.
Y/N had told him she wasn’t choosing between friends and a boyfriend and if he felt so strongly he could go- but he didn’t. He stayed, albeit unsettled and irritated whenever Harry was around.
She could tell he was intimidated by him though considering he barely ever talked to him. When asked about it, Y/N had told Harry that he was jealous and that he was unsure about their friendship but she hadn’t cared, and since then she had noticed he had been a tiny bit more distant.
Not enough to be worrisome but enough to let her know he was trying to be as respectful as he could. Because Harry was a good guy.
He was a professional MMA fighter, he had a good amount of tattoos and he was bigger than Devon in most ways, so she could see why he was intimidated. He wasn’t the most talkative person in the world, but he was kind and genuinely a wonderful friend. Y/N wouldn’t choose a relationship over a guy who had come with chicken soup when she had caught the flu after attending one of his fights, or who never minded picking up her drunk ramble calls, or who always made sure to walk on the outside of the sidewalk.
He was one of the good ones. And ironically? Someone Y/N had a teensy crush on whenever she was between relationships.
That should have been an automatic contender for her to say no. Harry was complicated both with Devon’s resentment in the past and her own feelings which were never disclosed to him- and never would be.
It was selfish and wrong but she didn’t want to have to stay completely away from him if Devon found out. It wasn’t like she’d ever act upon the feelings whilst in a relationship either. Y/N wasn’t a cheater.
This new opportunity was something else altogether. It was unexpected, yes, but maybe it was something she could potentially get behind.
“Harry?” She asked cautiously. “As in, my friend Harry? The… The one you hate?”
“I don’t hate him.” Devon rushed to say. “I never have. I just know… He likes you. I can tell. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said he was staring. He always sat near you or close enough to stare at least. And I know he’s like… bigger than me. More manly and all of that.” Clearing his throat he crossed his ankles, avoiding Y/N’s gaze. “And I wasn’t happy at the idea of him stealing you. But the more I thought about it the more I considered the both of you… together. That way. Where I can see. And it bloomed into wanting to actually see it.”
Y/N's chest feel tight at his admission, but it was her face that felt hot. Harry? Liked her? She had noticed that he stared sometimes but truthfully she hadn’t let herself daydream that he was properly looking at her. It was easier to always chalk it up to fleeting glances she happened to catch, nothing more. But Devon seemed certain both then and now.
"I..." She swallowed, lips opening for a moment before closing. It felt hard to believe this was a real conversation that they were having. "Harry wouldn't want that. We're just friends."
Devon scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him. "He'd want you. I've seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one's watching. You're the only person in this friend group he actually... softens around."
That wasn’t the first time she had heard that particular thing and Devon wasn’t the first one to point it out. Their friends had been convinced they’d get together one day but she hadn’t seen it happening. Quite a few of her girlfriends had told her that he was different around her and if she let herself observe it was true, but especially as of late she hadn’t let herself notice a thing.
Not when Devon appeared as self conscious about him as he had.
Now though, she wondered how much of that was true.
“Is this something you really want, Devon? It could potentially go bad. It could change us for the worst.” The caution had to be said, regardless if her body was thrumming at the idea of Harry taking her. She owed their relationship that much.
Who’s to say Devon would actually enjoy it? Sometimes fantasies were better off being fantasy- but she couldn’t deny that she liked the idea the longer she sat on it.
“Yes.” His answer was sure. “I’d like this. I-I’ll even ask him, if you want. If you give me his number. I’ll ask him and explain so you don’t have to. Or I’ll go see him in person.”
She hesitated, chewing on her lip. If Devon asked, she wouldn't have to face Harry and potentially ruin their friendship if he said no. That part was appealing, letting Devon handle the awkwardness. But if Harry said yes... If Harry actually agreed to this, then what? Would she be able to handle seeing him differently? Touching him differently? Having him inside her while Devon watched, getting to experience something she had been thinking about for ages with guilt that lingered, but with the full permission to indulge? The thought made her stomach clench.
It was complicated. Harry wasn’t a stranger. He was someone she saw on a monthly, if not weekly basis depending on the time of year. It had the potential to be awkward and messy and ruin what was left of the relationship she was trying to salvage… But it wasn’t something she wanted to pass up.
Was it selfish? Yes. But she hadn’t been the one to ask. It was what Devon wanted, and if he was handling the risk, he had to know what the potential outcome could be. There would always be risk in adding a third person to intimacy, but Y/N wanted to fucking cum, and she knew Harry could give it to her.
He just… had that energy about him.
"Okay.” Y/N nodded slowly, letting the reality set in. “Alright. Yeah. If you ask him, I’m willing to do it. But you know that fantasy may be different than the reality, right?” Her hand gently brushed his, giving him one last chance to back out. “You could hate watching.”
“I won’t.” Standing up quickly, he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. “I have to ask him now. If I don’t, I’ll chicken out. He works at the gym down on Fern, right?”
Y/N was surprised, honestly, watching Devon nearly vibrate as he grabbed his keys. The nerve was hard to gather she would imagine, but she didn’t think he’d ask him today.
“Uh, yeah, but I don’t know if that the best idea-“
“I’m going now or I’ll lose my confidence. Okay? I’ll set it all up. It’ll be good, I promise.”
Y/N watched the door close behind him with the words echoing in her head.
It would be good, alright. For her, at least.
——
It was 45 minutes later that she got a text from him.
Harry🥊: Do you really want to do this? Or do I need to fight your boyfriend for making shit up?
Y/N snorted, wiping her fingers on her pajama pants printed with kittens and flowers so she didn’t get butter from her popcorn on her phone. The streaks would drive her nuts.
The swirl of nerves hit her stomach as she typed out her response.
Y/N: He said it was his fantasy to watch you with me. I’m not opposed… sorry for such a shock. I tried to tell him not to go to your job.
Harry🥊: I need an overwhelming yes before I actually agree. I’m not doing it unless you really want to.
Harry🥊: Respectfully, I don’t give a fuck what he wants. I care about what you want and how you feel.
God. Y/N felt the heat between her legs already just reading his response. The way he talked had always been a bit blunt and to the point, but reading that he cared the most about her made her feel special in a way she hadn’t in a long while.
Y/N: it is an overwhelming yes :)
Y/N: I’d like to. Is that weird? I don’t want to make it weird for you.
Harry🥊: It’s not weird. I just never expected your sweaty boyfriend to come into my gym shaking and ask to talk to me privately before stumbling all over his words to tell me he wants me to fuck his girl.
Harry🥊: If you were my girlfriend there would be no way in fucking hell that I’d let anyone else touch you, but I suppose that’s just me.
Why? Why did he have to make her flush like that? Why did he make her so giddy as she stretched her legs out, abandoning her popcorn with her full attention on her phone as the little bubble popped back up to show he was typing.
Harry🥊: He’s always hated me, or I thought so. Never thought that he’d ask me that. But I suppose he had good reason to.
Y/N: Why? You didn’t do anything to deserve him hating you… You’re always polite.
Harry🥊: Well, he wasn’t wrong about me staring at you. Or wanting to touch you. And he really wasn’t wrong about me wanting to fuck his girlfriend, but that seems to work in both of our favors now. Doesn’t it?
Y/N let out a shaky breath, inhaling slowly through her nose as she looked at the message in disbelief.
So she hadn’t been imagining the energy between them. The vibe.
It shouldn’t excite her as much as it did, but she kicked her feet in the air as she rolled onto her stomach and let her fingers type out a message back. Risky, maybe, but testing the waters.
Y/N: Yeah, I think so. The feeling is mutual.
Y/N: I was surprised when he said he had someone in mind and he said you… but I was happy about it. Excited.
The bubble showing his typing came up and went back down again, like maybe he was typing and deleting. It made her a little nervous, wondering if confessing that was a little much- until she read his response.
Harry🥊: I am too. He told me that he had trouble getting you to cum, but I’m not going to have that problem with you.
Y/N: oh, you think so?
She could feel the throb between her legs as she squirmed, crossing her legs behind her as she felt her phone buzz again.
Harry🥊: I know so. Not just once, either. I’ll make sure it’s something you don’t forget.
Y/N: I’m sure he won’t, either.
Harry🥊: To put it bluntly, I don’t really care that much about him. He wants us to ignore him, and I plan on doing that, but not for him. My attention is going to be on you and I’m going to make you feel good. It’s not fair you’ve been going without and dealing with the shit he’s out you through.
Harry🥊: I can’t fix everything, but I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. Whenever you want. Just… let me know. I’ll make myself available for you.
Was this cheating? No. It wasn’t, because Devon wanted this to happen. He had looked overjoyed that she had agreed and ran off to ask Harry himself.
It did make her question herself for a moment because she was far more giggly and excited over the prospect of Harry. His hands on her, his voice in her ear, his body on top of hers… All of that was milking about in her brain as she shot off her text.
Y/N: I’d like to make this happen tomorrow if we can.
Harry🥊: Give me a time and I’ll be there. Just let me know of any limits you have, and safe words.
Y/N: Uh… I think I don’t want to be blindfolded. I don’t want to look at him when we’re doing it so I’ll find a way to keep him hidden from us. No rope for my hands, not when he’s watching. Besides that, don’t just like… shove it in my ass with no prep or anything.
Harry🥊: Christ, babe. I’d never do that.
Harry🥊: Don’t tell me if he’s ever tried that. Not yet. I’ll end up killing him.
Harry🥊: You okay with kissing? Spanking? Spit? A hand on the throat?
Y/N had to groan into her sweatshirt, loudly after letting herself think about it. His hands, she loved his hands and she wanted them everywhere. All the time. Letting herself imagine it, letting herself know it would be a reality… It was fucking her up.
Y/N: yes :) please.
Harry🥊: Polite. You’re cute.
Harry🥊: Okay. We’ll discuss more tomorrow. Tell your boyfriend we’ll see him then.
