#vs3

H: Okay. I’ll come get you.

You snickered to yourself before answering. Surely you could navigate an elevator alone.

526 right?

H: 526. Yes.

I’m already on the elevator.

H: I’ll meet you at the doors then.

You smiled to yourself as Harry insisted and a feeling of anticipation took over your being as you elevated quickly to the 5th floor. When the bell ding to let you know that you’d made it to your destination and the doors opened you let out a puff of air unaware that you were holding your breath in the first place.

Harry wasn’t there like he said he’d be causing you to look at the number on the floor one more time before exiting the elevator, but as soon as you entered the foyer of the floor you could hear feet padding towards you. When your eyes met a grin automatically spread on his face  and you held your breath again knowingly this time as you took in his scantily clad appearance. 

Usually when you see Harry, black jeans and or a black tank t-shirt is what you’re accustomed to, however, with him being at home, a more relaxed look did make sense.

Grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his narrow hips was all he wore to meet you at the elevator and though you weren’t complaining you were staring and he did see you. You cleared your throat and averted your eyes upwards toward his face causing him to smile before pulling his bottom lip in his mouth just so a dimple could pop.

“You didn’t have to meet me at the elevator you know. I was going to be just fine making it to your door.”

“Yeah, well. I’m a fucking gentleman, Y/N, if you must know. It’s like in my DNA or sommat.”

“A scantily clad gentleman.” You eyed him up and down shamelessly before Harry tilted his head to the side to look at you the same way taking you in all the while visually undressing you.

“Sorry. Got out of the shower and this was all I was able to grab, but I do tend to get comfortable at home. I can put on something else if this bothers you?” Harry spoke before stopping in front of his door, pulling the key to his flat out of his pocket before unlocking it to let you in.

You’d prefer of he’d take something off. The sexual tension between the two of you was already palpable and you’d only just got here, but you continued to play as coy as he did.

“No. By all means, stay comfortable. You are at home after all.” 

Your eyes widened as they scanned the industrial open lay out of the loft apartment in awe of how sleek it was for a single male somewhere in his 20’s. His home was black and exposed brick pillars with various pops of dark copper steal throughout; on his stair case, the frames of the floor to ceiling windows, and the beams that ran across the cap of the residence. It was cold for lack of better word, but somehow still somewhat warm.

“Shoes at the door, please.” Harry spoke while watching you, same grin on his lips that was there in the hallway.

“Yeah of course. So this is how all celebrity tattoo artists live?” You asked removing your shoes while hobbling on one leg at a time.

“Not all of them.” He responded cockily too sure that he was part of a select few before he spoke again. “Do you need anything before we start? Food? Drink?” 

“Nope. Just need you to finish me off—.”  You spoke with the intent to get a rise and that’s exactly what you did. Harry’s head tilted to the side but before he could get a quip in you finished your statement, “like you said, that’s what I paid you for.”

Harry’s thumb slid across his  bottom lip before he nodded his head. “Alright. Table is in the living room. You can put your leggings on the couch…You have on panties this time I assume?”

You laughed out loud because you had a second mind not wear them. You hated how panty lines showed through leggings, but because you would have to take the leggings off, you decided on a at least a thong this time. With the skirt on you were able to cover your cunt with the excess fabric. If you took off your leggings and were completely bare underneath you highly doubt the tattoo would ever get done.

“I think I might have remembered panties today,” 

“How unfortunate.” Harry pouted  before bringing a cold water bottle to his lips, smirking at his cheeky comment as he watched you walk away from him towards the inset style living room.

You set your bag on his couch as you looked over your shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow hoping for a bit of privacy as you disrobed regardless to how unnecessary it was. Harry’s gaze intensified with your own as he continued to drink from his water bottle so you’d decided to give him something to look at. Slowly pulling your leggings down your thighs and down to you ankles you bent over showing Harry your ass before standing up again, leggings in hand to neatly fold them and place them on the couch next to your purse. Water dribbled down the side of his mouth causing his forked tongue to clean up his spill, and slowly lick at the corner of his lips causing your clit to ache.

“If I didn’t wear them, how else would you have been able to focus? I think my pussy hypnotizes you.”

Harry began to choke on the water he drank chuckling before bringing the rim to his full pink lips, prepared to moisten them once more.

“You know you’re very sure of yourself, pretty bird. Love to see it in you.”

“Pot, meet kettle.” You spoke resisting the urge to say what else you’d love to see in you before you sat on the cold leather of the table.

Feeling goose bumps rise on your skin subtly subdued the heat between your legs and you were grateful for the cooling contrast as it settled down your lust. You wore something that you would have to take off for the same reason that Harry strutted out in grey sweatpants. It was a thirst trap. You both knew you wanted to fuck the other senseless and uninhibitedly, hence an invite to Harry’s private living quarters, but the build to the fuck was just as arousing as the act itself and you had no intensions of speeding it up.

You were lost in thought as Harry came to sit in front of you. Gloves already on his hands and materials already in place for him to finally finish the tattoo. Music played subtly in the background as he removed the bandage from your leg causing you to hiss in pleasure at how slightly raw the skin still felt.

“Have you always had a pain kink?” Harry asked nonchalantly as he examined your skin, determining it to be healed enough to start tattooing again. The question caught you off guard and intensified the dull ache that began to grow in your clit from his touch alone. Instead of showing his effect on you, you decided to ask a question of your own.

“Do you always bring women here to finish their tattoos?”

Harry looked up at you from under his eyebrows, allowing one corner of his mouth to curl upward before looking back at your leg. Answering your question without so much as a word. The felt tip of his sharpie drew on its finishing touches before the vibration of the tattoo gun could be heard. You braced yourself sighing slightly as the needle dug into your skin.

“How big of a whore do you take me for, pretty bird?”

“With a place like this? A huge one.”

Harry laughed as his focus shifted to the tattoo in front of him and you looked around his apartment at exactly how the space was set up. To you, the set up of a persons home said a lot about them and Harry was no exception to this.

“You wound me. I rarely bring anyone back to my house…”

“Is that so?” You asked him with a smirk of your own on your lips as you continued to gather possible sexual pleasures from the details around his apartment. You’d been on enough “tinder dates” to be able to gather a person’s kinks before they even address them or even know they made them prevalent. Your eyes landed on two things so far and those two things were enough to make you cum in your panties at just the idea of them.

“Mhm.”

You’d let it slide, for now, not wanting to burst his bubble to quickly as you’d decided that you already knew he wasn’t telling the entire truth. Instead of outing him, you watched him intently he continued to make permanent drawings on your leg, observing how his own tattooed skin tensed and flexed as a result of his muscle movement. 

You were glad he wasn’t wearing a shirt. It gave you something else to look at for sure and let you know more about him without asking too many questions.

He was certainly a person who worked out. His back muscles popped under the various black ink marks that you longed to get a better look at. You should have known that his back, chest and torso would be just as tattooed as his arms and neck proved to be and you couldn’t help but wonder how long it took for him to get this tatted. 

He had so many tattoos that stood out now that you could see the majority of them in all their glory. There were markings everywhere, swallows on his collar bones, a moth? Or maybe it was a butterfly sat in the middle of his torso right under where his sternum ended, several drawings made up the sleeves on each of his arms that you’d managed to see the first time you met him. But even still with all of his of the exposed markings you saw, your favorite was still the small cross that rested on the apex of his thumb and fore finger on his left hand.

“I can feel you staring.”

“Your tattoos are a distraction. I was trying to count how many you have.”

“Good luck with that. I’ve lost count myself. But the last number I remember is 162 and that was before my right sleeve.”

“Fuck…This is actually starting to burn in a bad way.” You winced as Harry wiped your thigh with a paper towel to remove access ink that sat on the top of your skin.

“So the burn was good before, pretty bird? I’m partial to the burn of a tattoo myself, but I forgot that this is your first one. You’re doing so good for me, but do you need a break?” 

The words rolled off his lips effortlessly leading you to believe that he’s said them before in a very different context, either that or that specific context is how you’d like to hear those exact words again. 

Your throat went dry and you put your hand there as reference causing Harry’s eyes to be drawn to the spot where you touched. You thought you saw his pupils dilate slightly but it could have just been the lightning in the room.

“I think I should have taken you up on that drink offer.”

Harry stood from his seat and made his way towards his kitchen once more letting you get a better visual of the thick imprint of his cock as it swung freely in the loose fitting fabric as well as how cute his ass was in his sweats when he turned away from you.

“Water? Juice? Coffee? Alcohol?” 

“Water is fine. Thank you.” You answered as he brought back two bottles, one for you and himself. When you took the bottle from him you once again was thankful for the contrast of the cold bottle on your heated skin. 

“You ready? I’m almost done. I have something else I need to do after this.”

Your eyebrows knotted slightly. Did you interpret this invite wrong? Between the sexual innuendoes and the flirting in texts that you both sent leading up to this point it was pretty clear what you both wanted, or at least you thought so. You nodded your head not allowing it to get to you before he started again. There was only a small section left now.

He began shading again, which you were able to justify as the worst part of the whole process but you could feel yourself begin to settle as the tips of his fingers pressed into your inner thigh. The sting once again turned into a pleasurable dull ache that caused your pussy to flood, dampening the thong you wore and releasing pheromones that caused Harry to practically salivate.

He continued to work with his head down, determined to finish the piece before he had a piece only if  you would have him that is. You were very much that something else to do after the tattoo is finished, but the fact that you were unaware that it was you only added to his arousal. 

A tent began to pitch in his grey thirst trap joggers though his eyes remained on the work in front of him. Clearly now he was determined, but so were you. Harry sat in the perfect position to allow your opposite foot to graze his leg and you did so, pointing your toes to drag your foot lazily up his thigh. Harry’s bottom lip drew into his mouth as he tried to actively ignore how close you were to his cock. You were almost able to graze it with the tip of your toes, but a sharp sting caught you off guard.

“Ahh Shit”

“Shh. You should know by now that the inner thigh stings a little bit more.” Harry spoke, pausing the tattoo processes to take a sip of his water. He rubbed over your thigh gently where he’d made the last mark before kissing just below it. His lips were wet once more with the water but if he continued that they would surely be wet with your juices.

“Better?” The gravel in his voice made blood rush to your clit and the familiar scent of your arousal hit your nose. There was no way that he didn’t know just how wet you were.

“Better.” You responded holding his eye contact as your heart drummed in your chest and the aching in your clit picked up a rhythmic pattern of its own.

“Good, because it’s finally, finished pretty bird.” Harry;s hand drug down slowly toward the back of your knee causing a chill to run down your spine. At this point your panties were ruined.  You might as well not have worn them. “Why don’t you go check it in the mirror?”

Harry moved his chair back away from you and the bulge in his sweats was more prevalent now than it was before, half mast to full. Quickly you stood from his tattoo seat and made your way to the full body length mirror with your thought solely on how deep you could get his cock down your throat instead of looking at the work of art that he’d just completed.

You grinned as you looked at yourself in front of two of his sexual tells. The first being the body length mirror that could arguably be there because he does tattoo in his home and it does help clients better see his work. However, seeing his bedroom upstairs from this open concept style loft, you also saw that the same kind of mirror sat just so on the side of his bed. The smile on your face grew as you were pleased with your tattoo. Harry was incredibly talented and his work was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the view from the floor to ceiling windows that had no kind of curtain on them whatsoever. From the observations that you made he liked to watch and be watched and what a better way to thank him for such a beautiful piece of art? Taking into consideration that Harry said he had something else to do, you figured that you could possibly get him to postpone his plans.

Your fingers traced lightly over the fresh ink lines as you looked at your tattoo more than satisfied with how it came out. You stood there silently in awe before another reflexion was seen behind you in the mirror. 

“Do you like it?” Harry asked as his eyes made contact with yours in the reflecting glass. 

“I do. A lot.” A smirk grew on his lips causing heat to overtake your entire being and when you felt his body press against yours from behind, you thought you’d spontaneously combust. 

Harry used his middle finger to trace lightly around the welted skin of your tattoo until it got closer to your inner thigh, drawing upward towards your cunt. An unsolicited moan left your lips causing him to stop and raise his eyebrow cockily before his hands past where you wanted them to be. His fingers now tracing over the band of your panties.

“How are your piercings?” His chin rested gently on your shoulder as you continued the light touch of his fingers across the skin of your stomach as you stood in soaked panties and a t-shirt. 

“They’re fine.”

“I don’t know if I believe you.” Harry’s grin deepened as your eyebrows raised. How you were still able to stand on two feet was beyond you at this point. Your heart sped up in your chest and you couldn’t break the eye contact that he held with you through the mirror. It was almost as if you were stunned.

“I have no reason to lie.” You quipped before licking your lips and placing your own hand over the one of harry’s that had since stopped its movement above the top of your panties.

“Let me check then?”

“I would, but didn’t you say that you had something to do?”

Harrys left hand crept up your side causing you to shiver as it moved slowly. You watched him still in the mirror not daring to look away, let alone blink. His fingers grazed your breast as it continued its ascent and when it reached your shoulder and started to come across your collar bones to allow his fingers to splay and wrap gently, yet firmly at the base of your neck, you had to lean against him for support. He had you in a chokehold, literally and figuratively and that’s when you knew it for sure.

You were his.

“I was talking about you, pretty bird.”  His lips skimmed the shell of your ear causing you to take a shaky deep breath as you allowed more of your weight to rest against Harry’s chest. “Let me check? Do you want me to check? Say it…Tell me. Tell me.”

“Yes. Please?” You replied barely above a whisper before his right hand delved under your panties careful to not be too rough with the new clit modification. 

His left hand still rested firmly on your neck and when he felt the extent of how turned on you were, his grip tightened. You could do nothing but moan as his middle finger delved deep into your cunt causing him to put slight pressure on your overly sensitive clit with the palm of his hand.

“Fuckin hell, Y/N” Harry moaned into the open space of the room, the sound of your name rolling off of his split tongue enough to make you come undone. You forced your eyes to stay open and your knees to not give out keeping the cross on his left hand as a focal point as his right ring finger pushed into your pulsating pussy

Your jaw dropped and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he continued to finger fuck you in the mirror. Pornographic sounds began to fall from your lips but just as Harry began the build to get you to where you wanted to be, all you could feel was the loss of connection. Your eyes snapped open as Harry grinned devilishly behind you, the grip of his left hand loosening, much to your disapproval.

“Look at the mess you’re leaving on my fingers, Y/N.”

You blinked as you looked at his fingers, glistening in your pussy juice under the light in the living room of his apartment. Quickly you grabbed his wrist bringing his fingers to your lips before you elicited his gaze on yours in the mirror once more. Opening your mouth you slowly enveloped the two fingers that were just inside of you, cleaning off your juices for him while moaning as you did so before your thumbs hooked in the top of your panties. You removed the wet cloth in one quick swoop before dropping to your knees in front of him.

“You’ve shown me how good your tongue is, but now I want to show you that even though it’s not forked, mine is just as good.” You looked up at Harry innocently from your position on the floor between his legs. His cock was ever present  and could be seen clearly through the light grey sweats that he wore causing your to salivate and your pussy to clench. Harry’s eyes had since darkened and were slightly hooded as he looked down at you. He played it cool, but inside he was overly excited with your sudden want to please him.

“By all fuckin means.” He spoke as he allowed his back to thud against the glass of his floor to ceiling window. This wouldn’t be the first time that his neighbors would have a show if they used binoculars and it wouldn’t be the last. It was, however, the one that he was most eager about.

Your fingers hooked into the thick band of the sweatpants before taking your time to pull them down taking in every detail as your removed the clothing. You’d decided to take your time. You’d had his cock before after all even though it wasn’t in your mouth initially. You wanted to tease him. Make it last. There needed to be a build. 

The ferns tattooed on his pelvic bones are the first things that caught your attention. They almost acted as an arrow that pointed you where he wanted you to be most and to show your appreciation for their subtle directional point you placed your lips on each leaf, leaving open mouthed kisses on your way from right to left and then again on the opposite side from left to right until you’d gotten to his happy trail each time. 

Your eyes met up with his once more as he watched you intensely. His breathing had since escalated and you could feel the tension at his lower abdomen as your tongue stuck out to lick slowly down the trail of hair.

“Shit.” Harry spoke before running his right hand over his mouth.  If he had to think about how your lips would feel wrapped around him too much longer, he thought he’d pass out.

You grinned at the curse that left his lips as you continued to slowly peel away the sweats, pulling them far enough away from his body to allow for his dick to spring free. You couldn’t help the way that your eyes widened as and your mouth watered at the sight of it close and personal especially since you were now able to see the tiny silver metal piercing between the underside of the head and the shaft of his penis that you were too preoccupied to notice before.

“Have you had this the whole time?!” You asked in shock as you turned your head to look up at him. Harry only chuckled as you examined his frenum jewelry.

“As far as I know its been there for 3 years. You must have been too busy moaning my name to notice it, pretty bird.”

You were at a loss for words. You knew something about the way he felt when he fucked you was different but you did’t think it had anything to do with a piercing on his cock. You spit in your hand before grasping his shaft and repositioning yourself on your knees as you  began to move your hand up and down in a twisting motion. Harry’s head hit the window with a thud as he watched you, shock still visible on your features. 

“You alright down there?” He cheekily asked while looking down at you, playful concern in his voice.

“I won’t swallow any jewelry will I?” You asked with mocked concern before sticking your tongue out to lick the slit of Harry’s cock, wiping away the bead of precum that began to develop. His hand instinctively went into your hair as a hiss left his lips and his hips pushed forward into your hand. 

“Not if you know what you’re doing.” 

You accepted his challenge as your lips wrapped around the head of his dick suckling gingerly before slowly moving down his shaft, inch by inch. You swallowed him back until you reached the base of him, almost having to unhinge your jaw to do so.

“Fffuck!” Harry cursed as your hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as you head began to bob. Slob fell freely from your mouth, sure to make the blow job messy as you continued to suck, ignoring the sting you felt in your cheeks as you did so.

You gagged several times on his thick length as the fingers of your left hand continued to feel the weight of his balls and the fingers of your right gently massaged his perineum. Your eyes watered and tears began to fall down your cheeks as you gave him your best effort, surprised that you were able to take him all. 

Looking up through bleary eyes you watched Harry as he looked down between you and the mirror, catching two different views of his cock disappearing and reappearing from the hole in your face.

“Fuck, Y/N! You little fuckin slut. You take my cock so well, pretty bird. Suck dick so well. Ssss shit.”

You whimpered around his shaft in response to his degrading praises as you felt your own saliva fall in strings from your mouth and his cock to your arms and the floor. Your pussy got so wet that it began to drip as well, the egg white consistency running down your legs as you continued to suck his dick and run your tongue over the piercing just to feel him tense against your tongue when you did so.

The city lights glimmered in the background only adding to your arousal. For a moment you’d almost forgotten that at any given moment someone could be watching you and now you understood why Harry opted for no curtains in his house.

Deep guttural moans that escaped Harrys parted lips became more strained and you knew that he was close. You hated that it meant that you might have to wait to have him inside of you as he recovered, but you were happy and pretty sure that you were giving him the best blow job that he’d had in a while or possibly ever. You’d allowed yourself to be cocky and it showed in the way that your head bobbed confidently on his cock, slurping and moaning all the while holding eye contact as Harry’s eyes began to flutter shut. His hands tightened in your hair and one last deep moan was all you heard before ropes of his cum filled your cheeks and covered your tongue. 

You drank him down willfully and continued to suck until you knew he was spent, slowly gliding him out of your mouth and kissing the tip of his cock before you looked over at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was mussed, face wet with your own gagging tears, and your cheeks and lips were swollen from your effort. You loved the way you looked after giving head. It was one of the times that your own reflection turned you on the most. 

Before you were able to lick up the drop of cum that managed to escape your lips you were pulled to your feet and kissed fully. Harry’s tongue making your knees week as each half of it massaged your own. You were sure that he could taste his own cum, but the fact that he kept kissing you regardless only made you whimper. 

Harry’s hands snaked around your waist before slowly going down to your ass, gripping each cheek in his palms as he backed you up, slowly.

“So do I know what I’m doing?” You questioned him with your eyebrows knotted and your head tilted slightly to the side before your lips curled up in a smile.  Harry kissed your lips again and before you knew it your legs were no longer on the floor and your back met with the cooled glass of the window causing you to moan out in shock.

“Yeah I would say so.” Harry’s reply was short lived as his lips captured yours once more. His hands moved from under your ass to under your thighs, supporting your weight as he encouraged you to wrap your legs around his waist. You could feel his tip press against your slit before he pushed into you fully and slowly, causing both of your moans to echo in the open space of the loft.

"Ugh! God! Harry yes!” Your own voice sounded foreign with the need as he fucked into you taking you slightly off guard as his recovery time was the fastest you’d ever seen.

Your fingertips dug into Harry’s shoulders as  you held eye contact, one daring the other to break it first. His dick filled you to the brim as it slid in and out of you with ease, stroking your g-spot repetitively.

“Fuck! You feel so fucking good!” Harry’s head dropped, breaking eye contact first as he continued to bounce you on his cock. You were both at your breaking points even though you wanted it to last.

Pressure began to build in your abdomen threatening your end as Harry’s movements became more elongated, dragging out every sound you made and answering it with “I know.” The gravel tone of his voice letting you know that when you let go that he wouldn’t be far behind.

One final thrust was all it took for you to reach your peak. It was the most intense orgasm that you’d ever had with another person being the reason for it. You could hear your cum hit the floor as if it’d poured from a spilled glass of water and your fingernails dug so roughly into Harry’s back that you were sure that you drew blood. His body stilled in response as he moaned into your neck and his cum filled you yet again in thick spurts.

Your body was limp and sated against the window as he supported your weight while you both caught your breath. You couldn’t help but think that this was it. You knew how things like this went. Since your tattoo was done your had no reason to see him again and that saddened you. He was the best fuck you’d ever had, and just like that you had to let him go.

Your feet were gently returned to the ground as you snapped yourself out of your thoughts and prepared yourself to gather your things. If there was anything you knew how to do, it was let a one night stand be just what it was.

You and Harry grinned at each other before sharing one last kiss, or so you thought.

“You’ve got pussy juice everywhere, pretty bird. I must know what I’m doing as well, yeah?”

You chuckled before you walked towards the couch in order to grab your things. Harry’s face riddled with confusion as he watched you pick up your leggings.

“I’m sure you have a towel that you can clean it up with.”