🍉🏠Harry's Watermelon House🏠🍉

Contrary to what most people would think, having two boyfriends for the last four years was more fun than it was a handful. Especially when they were the ones basically stumbling over each other to dote on you the most. You first met Harry and Rowan at your university’s LGBTQIA+ club, JustLove. Rowan was actually the club’s social VP at the time, so he planned all of the community support & outreach programs and fundraising and social events. He was the one manning the booth at the graduate orientation you attended before you started your Digital Media & Marketing program and he was just so sweet and friendly and encouraged anyone who walked by to attend, whether they were part of the queer community or just allies. You remember that you liked his vibe so you agreed to attend the mixer they’d have in a couple weeks and well, that proved to set you on a course that you did not expect.

….FOUR YEARS PRIOR….

You were a bit nervous when you first stepped into the event. It was pretty packed, which was promising and on top of that, everyone was just so kind. When you finally ran into Rowan he was so pleased you had arrived and dragged you over to introduce you to Harry, his boyfriend. He expertly pulled him away from the conversation he was in and had him join you tow.

“Harry, this is Y/N. A new member I hope?” He asked you and you smiled.

“Yeah, I think I’ve been won over.” You assured him.

“Perfect!” He exclaimed joyfully. You then properly met Harry with a handshake and an easy pleasantry.

Rowan was a conventional kind of attractive. He had a well-structured and clean shaven face, trendy, but functional style, a lean but sturdy physique, and a smile that made you wonder if those were his real teeth (you later found out they were in fact his own). Then Harry, well he seemed to be the more creative spirit of the two, he was also lean and quite strong based off of his appearance. The first thing you noticed on him was his smile; there was an innocent and pure quality to it that just made you want to go up and pinch his cheeks and poke at his dimples. It didn’t look like a veneered-Hollywood smile like Rowan’s but you preferred it actually. His hair was in a slight mullet and his facial hair a bit scruffy, and his style was more personalized and a tad quirky, but it worked really well. You made quite a few friends that night, including the pair, and also collected some information at the table near the entrance about some local support groups/dating events in the community, and of course, joined the club.

Fast-forward to a poly-only dating event in the general community a few months later and you were surprised to see the couple there. At first you though that maybe Rowan was one of the ones helping out. You honestly assumed they monogamous from what you’d seen so far, but the more you observed as you waited in line at the bar, the sooner you realized that they were both there and flirting the living daylights out of other individuals with not red-colored leis. There was a whole color system to help people identify others that had similar interests/goals for the event. You had a green one on, meaning that you were up for anything with anyone really. Truth be told, you wanted a relationship badly, but you were already so busy with work and school. You only started your master’s program for a very lucrative pay raise and the opportunity to work even bigger projects for the firm you were at. All this to say, that green seemed to be the category you fit into the best. And when you finally made it out to the floor to start chatting people up the first person to walk up to you was Harry with a knowing smirk.

“I had a feeling about you…knew I was right.” He said as he extended his arms for a hug and you laughed as you stepped into his embrace. You wouldn’t say you were close friends with him and Rowan, but you did hang out a lot, often in a group setting, so the hug wasn’t out of place.

“Takes one to know one…” you joked and he chuckled.

“I guess so.” He hummed, “So…green lei, huh?” He inquired with a slightly suggestive undertone.

“Yep…” you confirmed, nervous to flirt back with him, so you glanced away briefly.

“No need to be shy, Y/N. We’re both at a poly dating event.” He reminded you and you giggled and glanced up at him.

“Yeah, but…your boyfriend is my friend so…I don’t know…feels like I’m crossing a line, you know?” You explained.

“If this were to cross a line I wouldn’t even think about approaching you.” He said, “I wouldn’t put him or you in a position like that.” He reassured you.

“I appreciate that. Thank you, Harry.” You smiled.

“Of course. Ummm, so how are you classes going?” He asked and you giggled.

“Pretty good. Though, I had forgotten how rigorous school can be. I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty exhausted.” You confessed.

“Yet you made the time to be here.” He added and you shrugged.

“Work-life balance!” You reasoned and he chuckled.

“Yeah…I like that.” He chuckled again and you giggled. “So…back to the green lei…” he brought up again. “Up for anything, right?” He asked and you shrugged.

“I could be depending on who it is though. As long as our interests align or whatever.” You explained and he nodded.

“So…if Rowan and I were interested in…having you over for drinks would that be…something you’re open to?” He asked and you were absolutely stunned. You did find them both attractive and you had good chemistry with them. You chuckled nervously and glanced away as you felt the blood rushing up to your face.

“I don’t even know what to say…” you chuckled breathily.

“Y/N, I promise it’s just drinks.” He assured you, “Just to see if the vibe is right.” He added.

“And Rowan is okay with this?” You asked and Harry nodded.

“Absolutely. I think he was just too shy to ask.” He added, “Not that I wouldn’t have asked by my own will, but kind of like what you had expressed to me. I was worried that maybe I would be crossing a line since Rowan is your friend. But I mean, we both sort of have crushes on you and if you’re open to it…” he smirked as he playfully tugged at your green lei once before letting go. You bit your lip to suppress your smile and then glanced back up into his eyes, “We’d love to have you over sometime.” He finished extending his offer once more. You didn’t waste another moment to think about it and nodded.

“Tell me when and I'm there.”

…. FLASH BACK OVER….

It had been about six months of being their third before they asked you to be their girlfriend and you easily accepted. Life with Rowan and Harry was amazing. They were finishing up their programs when you had started, so they took good care of you while you did both work and school, you figured their attentiveness would wain when you were back to just working, but it never did. Rowan was more the type to care for you with acts of service. Since he worked from home a large part of the time he’d get your tires rotated, oil changed, run errands or do housework you would put off because you hated it or didn’t have the time. Harry was more of the quality time person, he enjoyed connecting with you by doing things with you, like making dinner, cleaning together, folding laundry, helping you with work projects, taking you lunch or dinner when you were swamped. The point being that between the two, you were well looked after and loved and you loved them both just as hard. 

Lately, you’d been absolutely swamped with work. You’d received that pay raise you wanted and a promotion opportunity came up recently and you’d taken it of course. But that meant that you oversaw a lot more things now and you’d been out at work lot. You’d been neglecting the boys a lot. They understood you were mentally drained and that you needed to rest when you were home, but you still felt awful about it, so you had given them a direction that when they’d had enough of you being immersed in your work, to just do what they needed to do when they saw fit. And apparently, they were calling in their privileges when you received a text from Harry that said NSFW first on your lock screen notification. You glanced around to make sure  no one was approaching your office and then got up and closed the door before settling in and opening the message. A video… to be safe, you grabbed your AirPods from your purse and slipped them in before playing this video.

The minute the picture fully showed you were trying so hard not to have your jaw be on the ground, so you bit your lip instead. You watched as Harry and Rowan came into focus on the screen, stark naked, stroking themselves languidly.

“Baby, it’s high time you spend more time with us. So I’m going to need you to say you’ve got a family emergency and come home.” Harry said lowly, “We miss you and we need you to come take care of us the way only you can.”

You felt your cheeks heating up as you started to get turned on as you watched them play with themselves for a few more seconds before he was smiling into the camera and the video cut off. You had to do this…you owed it to them. They’d been so patient, only taking care of things themselves for the last several weeks. And besides, you really want to know what they had in store for you. You quickly started to type your response: “I’ll be leaving soon.”

With that you started drafting an email to your direct supervisor and made up some fib that excused you from work and then followed that up with a quick phone call to her. You’d been putting in such long hours so she didn’t mind you dipping out at noon this time. You gathered your belongings  and then proceeded to head to the parking garage. As soon as you settled in, you called Harry, as he had been the one to text you.

“Hey, I was able to get off early.” you informed.

“Good, baby…that’s so fucking good, baby, keep going.” You heard him mumble lowly and then realized that he wasn’t talking to you anymore. His soft pants made your ears tingle and your core to flutter in arousal. “Rowan is just so good with his mouth…” he mumbled and sighed in pleasure, “I think he might even be a little better than you.” He chuckled teasingly and you pouted as you heard this, you had every need to prove him wrong. There was always a little bit of friendly competition between you all which led to extremely satisfying sexual experiences as a triad. “H…” you whined.

“We left a surprise for you in the glove box.” He shared, “A new toy, for our favorite girl.”  He said and you bit your lip, “Go on and grab it for us.” He instructed and you glanced around the parking garage before reaching over and looking inside to find one of those silky, drawstring bags. You reached for it and then opened it before dumping it into your lap and you bit your lip upon seeing the hot pink dual vibrator. “It’s that Lovense one we had been looking up last time, remember?”

“Oh, I remember…” you hummed in amusement. Your clit was so ridiculously sensitive, and if your g-spot was simultaneously vibrated it was sure to be a mess.

“It’s fully charged and sanitized for you. We’re gonna play a game on your way home.” Rowan chimed in and you chuckled again.

“This sounds dangerous…what if I come and crash?”

“Oh, you won’t be coming. It’s an edging game.” He said and you groaned.

“Why do you think we hyped you up to stay in that pretty little dress today?” Harry asked and you smiled.

“Go on and get it in that tight little pussy.” Rowan instructed.

“You didn’t even give me lube!” 

“Oh please, like you need it…” Harry said and you sniggered.

“True…” you whispered lowly. “Give me a minute.” You said and scooted your seat all the way back to get the toy inside of you. You were a but hyper vigilant to ensure there were no cameras or people coming around, it was lunch time so you knew people would start flocking out if they were stepping out to eat. You were already getting wet, but not enough to have the thickest part of the toy slip in comfortably. You proceeded to lick your index and middle finger and then rubbed over your clit gently. Your hands were cold from the office, so you gasped as your legs slightly twitched from this. “I’m…just working myself up a little bit.”

“Good girl, get nice and wet. Rub your little clit.” You whimpered as you went a bit harder, not without nervously glancing around. But then again, the idea of someone walking out and possibly seeing you in this state had your head falling back as you moaned. You then ran your fingers down to your entrance as pushed against your entrance a bit. You moaned softly as you felt your arousal starting to pool there. 

“I think I’m ready.” You said.

“Go on then. Turn it on and put it inside.” You did as you were instructed and you whimpered as you pushed with a bit more pressure until your entrance stretched enough to let the thickest part in. You felt delightfully full, it wasn’t as thick as either of your boyfriends, but thick enough that it felt a bit weighty between your legs. Then you continued to press it in until the tip rested right up against your g-spot and you whined a bit louder as you ground down into the seat to feel it press into your most sensitive spot again. Your muscles tightened up and squeezed around the silicone toy. The other smooth pad rested over your clit and you knew that whatever game the boys wanted to play with you was going to leave you a fucking mess. You fixed your underwear over yourself again and fixed the skirt of your dress before telling them that you had put it in.

“It’s in.” You said and next thing you knew the toy buzzed to life and your phone fell from your hands and into your lap as you grabbed the steering wheel hard. “Oh fuck!” You whimpered as your clit and g-spot were simultaneously assaulted with intense vibrations. You swore the waves were even vibrating your brain from how hard they were. The perks of playing with a brand new toy, it made you drunk on pleasure. It also felt like the toy was also wiggling back and forth inside of you, the way Harry or Rowan’s fingers would when they fingered you. It was prodding your g-spot over and over again in a dizzying manner. You reached for your phone again desperately, “It’s too much! Please!” You whimpered and the vibrations diminished to a very low level, “Thank you.” You panted in relief. You gasped when you heard a few taps on your window and then turned to see one of your coworkers, Blake, outside looking in. “Someone’s at my window, hold on.” You said softly as you turned on the car to get the window down. 

“Hey, you left in kind of a rush. Is everything okay?” He asked you in concern and you nodded, just about to respond when the vibrations came on a bit harder and you gasped and he frowned in concern. Your eyes met his nervously.

“S-sorry, bad cramps.” You explained and he hummed sympathetically, “But yeah, everything’s alright. Just my boyfriend had car troubles and needs to get picked up f-from the repair shop.” You fibbed.

“Oh alright. I hope it’s not anything too serious or pricey.”

“Same. We’ll see what the mechanic says though.” You said softly and he frowned as you seemed so out of it.

“Are you sure you can drive like this?”

“Y-yeah, I took a painkiller a bit ago it should…oh…” you whimpered and then felt yourself start to heavily leak into your underwear, “It should kick in soon. Look, I really need to go, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow. Enjoy your lunch.”

“Thanks. Drive safe!” He smiled and you nodded as he walked away. You rolled the window up and turned on the car which caused the call to merge into the car’s speaker system.

“You guys suck.” You panted as you heard them chuckling.

“You did well.” Rowan assured you and you sighed.

“So, what’s this game you two are planning?”

“An edging game. Red light-green light.” Harry said, “You’re going to take the streets home, not the highway.” He instructed, “And you’re gonna tell us the color of the light whenever you’re passing a traffic light. If it’s green, the vibrations are gonna stay on high. When they turn yellow they’ll go to medium, and if it’s red we stop the vibrations. You’ll still feel the fingering sensation though. Gotta keep you on the edge somehow.” He said, you could hear the smirk he was wearing as he shared the plan they had.

“How am I supposed to drive like this?” You chuckled with a nervous excitement.

“Good thing you have a Tesla, love.” Rowan added and you rolled your eyes. “We’re gonna stay on the line and play a little to get ready for when you get home, alright?”

“Okay.” You hummed and started to pull away.

The drive home through the streets could take up to half an hour, specially during lunch rush hour. This was going to be torture. Incredible, but torture none the less. You were pretty awful at edging with being so sensitive. It was something they seldom made you do because you had the resolve of pubescent teenage boy and couldn’t contain your urge to come the moment it hit you. Just wishing the first five minutes, you’d only had green lights at the intersections, so the vibrations were not slowing down. Your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping the steering wheel. Thank god for the autopilot because you could at least writhe your hips and legs as much as you needed to get through it.

“Yellow! The next light’s turning yellow! Please! I can’t…I have to cum! Oh fuck, red! It’s red!” You cried out and sighed in relief as the vibrations stopped. But the pressure on your g-spot was still keeping you there, building you up to the edge. It felt so good. “Oh fuck, I-I’m gonna come!” You whimpered.

“No you’re not, stop squeezing, baby. Just relax and it’ll stop digging into your spot as hard.” Harry chuckled and you found the will to relax your pelvic muscles and it did help some, you were just getting to a manageable place when the light turned green and you pouted, “S’green again.” You said softly and the vibrations came on at full force again. You were going to squirt…you weren’t even halfway home.

Your panties were absolutely drenched. You were buzzing from head to toe while the lights were green, but were thankfully as the traffic started to get heavier the closer you got to home. You were grateful for the red lights for once in your life, but found that no matter if you got a 30 second break or a minute break at the lights, when the green light came on you were right back near the edge, doing everything in your power to stave off your orgasm. You had been close to coming at least ten times and were still a little under ten minutes out from the house. It was getting to be too much.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re doing so good for us.” Rowan hummed before hissing, you could hear Harry in the background, humming happily, more than likely around Rowan’s cock. You didn’t feel like you were doing good. You were one green light away from having the biggest orgasm of your life.

“It’s too much…I’m gonna come!” You whimpered feebly and heard him chuckle.

“Just relax, baby. Just relax, you can do it.” He assured you. 

You could feel your walls pulsating hard around the toy. Your toes were curled in your shoes and your chest rising and falling heavily. The only thoughts in your brain were “Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.” You start to mumbled it lowly, like a mantra as you made it through another green light. Just two more until you were home. Your thighs were tense and quaking. You’d surely be sore the following day, but you couldn’t help but feel the anticipation for whatever was to come bubbling up inside of you, adding to your pleasure. This must be good if even Harry had done his very best to keep it from you, he was usually awful at keeping secrets.

Thankfully, you made it home, but walking with the toy buried between your legs was a feat. You could feel how sticky you were with your own arousal with each step you took. Your hands were shaking as you tried to key your way in. Just as you were about to turn the lock, the door opened. There were Harry and Rowan, smirking smugly at your trembling body. You took one more step forward before you pouted and started to cry. You had no idea why you cried, but you just wanted to come so fucking bad.

“Oh baby, c’mere.” Harry hummed and you hugged around his bare chest and buried your face into the crook of his neck, “You’re alright. S’a lot for you. I know…” He hummed as he rubbed his big, warm hands up and down your back. Rowan was quick to shut the toy off on the app and that made you feel better right away, “We’re gonna take good care of you, baby.” He said comfortingly before you felt Rowan come up and hug you from behind, his skin was so warn you could feel it through the thin fabric of your dress. You smiled through your tears and reached down for one of his hands, your fingers intertwined with his to also show him some affection. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.” He said and you immediately pulled back.

“I do!” You said quickly and he chuckled, “Just need to come. So fucking bad.” You explained and he smiled as Rowan kissed the back of your shoulder and then your cheek.

“Then lets get you to the bedroom.” Rowan hummed and you nodded. Before you knew it, you were quickly undressed and then placed on the bed. Rowan hovered over you and kissed you gently as his fingers started to tug on the toy to get it out of you. “Relax for me, baby.” You nodded and exhaled slowly and then he pulled it out which made your head fall back in relief. He groaned lowly as he glanced down to see the strings of arousal clinging to the  toy. Thick, clear strings of it were connecting your pussy to the toy still and it was driving him and Harry mad.

“So fucking wet…shit.” Harry said softly in sheer amusement as he brushed his thumb over your swollen and throbbing clit quickly. Your legs twitched as you whimpered, still hypersensitive from the constant stimulation you’d been receiving. 

Rowan stepped away to go put the down in the bathroom and then Harry’s finger traveled down to your entrance. He barely dipped his finger in, just enough to help coax your slimy strong of arousal to drip down to your other, tighter entrance. He licked over his lips as he watched it dripping nice and slow, like honey. He wanted to get his mouth on you and make you come so badly, but that wasn’t the plan. As much as he wanted to give you what you wanted, this was meant to be a partial punishment for being somewhat neglectful to them over the last several weeks. They knew you were busy with work, but lately it was like you had just started to drown in it without any care for how it was impacting your relationship with them. They want to remind you that they could be there for you and make the stress diminish if you’d let them in. He then reached out and rubbed over your puckered little hole, all sticky with your arousal.

“Gonna let us play in here, today? Hmmm?” He asked and you whimpered but nodded, “Yeah? Can I start to open you up for me?” He asked and you pouted.

“For Ro.” You said and he smirked.

“Still too big for you there?” He asked smugly, fully knowing the answer.

“You know y’are.” You hummed and he smiled and leaned down to kiss you gently as he pressed his finger in. Your wetness was enough to make the glide easy, but you still whimpered as he pushed in deeper. He started to pump his finger in and out gently.

“Want another one, baby?” He mumbled against your lips.

“Yes.” You confirmed breathily. He then sunk his middle finger into your pussy to get it nice and wet before he pressed it in beside his index finger. You whimpered at the initial stretch, but seeing as this wasn’t your first time doing this, you got used to sensation quickly and started to thrust up in pleasure. You needed some stimulation on your clit again. Badly. Just moments later Rowan returned with a medium plug for your butt. Harry started to very gently scissor his fingers in and out to stretch you out a bit further. Your muscle memory allowed for your body to relax into it more quickly.

“Give me the plug, baby.” Harry hummed to Rowan and he handed it over easily. He then wrapped his arms around his torso and peered down at you over Harry’s shoulder with a smile. “Deep breath, baby. In and out and then relax f’me.” Harry said to you and you did as you were told and on the exhale he started to press in the plug, “Good, girl. That’s it…here comes the biggest part, relax f’me.” He cooed and you did as best as you could to relax, still wincing at the girthiest part of it before it tapers down again and your body finished drawing it into you the rest of the way. “There you are, nice and full, yeah?” He asked and you nodded. “Alright. Get comfy up there.” He said and you got distracted a bit as you watched Rowan’s hands start to slide down to the hem of Harry’s shorts. You could barely see his erection straining against the material because they were black, but once Rowan got a hold of it you couldn’t unsee it. It made your mouth water. 

“Go on, babe. Get comfy.” Rowan said as Harry’s throat bobbed thickly before his lips parted as a soft groan slipped past his pretty, pink lips. You slid up to the pillows and watched as Rowan continued to tease and grope Harry’s cock over his shorts a few times before starting to tug them down. Harry helped him to get them off and seconds later his erection fell forward with it’s weight before standing right up. He sighed in relief and Rowan hummed in satisfaction as he pushed down a bit with his index finger and then moved it, allowing it to spring back up, “So fucking hard…” he mused, “You wanna get in that tight, soaked little pussy, don’t you?” He asked and Harry bit his lip as he watched you and nodded. Rowan pressed a sloppy kiss to his jaw before wrapping his palm around it, “Spread your legs, baby. Show us your pretty pussy.” He said as he looked into your eyes. 

You bit your lip and propped yourself up a bit better before doing as you were told and spreading your legs to show them the shiny and sticky mess between your legs. Harry moaned as his mouth started to water. He wanted to taste you so fucking bad, you could see the hunger in his eyes before they fluttered closed as Rowan started to stroke him faster. It’s almost as if Harry grew impatient; he quickly turned around and grabbed Rowan’s face and kissed him ardently before letting his hands travel down to pulled his sweats down. Rowan’s cock also fell of its confines and Harry started to stroke him too. Rowan’s mouth fell open as Harry’s thumb rubbed against the little slit at his tip, always a weak spot for him.

“Do it together. At the same time.” He muttered and Harry nodded and pulled him a bit closer before grabbing them both as best as he could in his hands and jerking them off together. The three of you watched on lustfully as this went on. Rowan let his spit fall over their cocks for a better glide and Harry started to go faster. His lip was bitten beneath his teeth as their cocks rubbed together and the sounds of their moans egged him on. 

“Fuck, need your mouth, baby. Suck my cock.” He requested and Rowan nodded before dropping to his knees and immediately sucking Harry’s tip between his lips. His jaw slacked as he watched him nuzzle closer and closer until he had Harry’s sizable cock down his throat. “Oh shit…” he chuckled breathily in amazement as one of his hands came around to the back of Rowan’s head and held him down for a bit longer. You saw Rowan’s jaw relax as Harry started to thrust gently. “You alright, baby?” He asked and Rowan glanced up with tearful eyes as he held back his gag and nodded gently, “Good. Relax that throat for me…shit, just like that.” He groaned as his eyes closed and started thrusting a bit faster. “Fuck, I’m so close…fuck…” he moaned.

You were mesmerized as you watched Rowan taking Harry’s cock the way he was. He had far more years of practice than you did and it showed. You were also impressed at Harry’s resolve as he gently caressed Rowan’s cheek bone and asked him to pull off. He was good at the edging bit, unlike you. And then it was his turn to reciprocate. It made you feel some type of way to see men like them getting on their knees for each other. They just looked so good like that, so natural. It was odd, but reminded you of why you loved them. They were so secure in themselves, they didn’t care what anyone else thought of them or their choices, as long as they were happy with them, they were at peace. And at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered, that you were happy. They taught you that and were reminding you of it now with this little plan they had. That yes, life went on and could get busy, but what good was it to have the job, the house, the car, the money that came with success if you couldn’t enjoy the fruits of your labor with people you loved. It hit you like a ton of bricks and made your heart swell with happiness. 

You smiled as Rowan’s eyes met with yours as his fingers buried into Harry’s hair. He was far less gentle than Harry was with him. He thrusted into his mouth to get his fill. You wanted to be tagged in so badly. You were achingly to feel something. Sure, you were crying over the vibrator earlier, but what you would give to have it stuffed inside of you right now, torturing you in ways that made you feel like your brain would break from the sheet willpower it took to stave off your orgasms. 

“You can touch yourself, baby. Just no coming.” Rowan said to you and you nodded and brought your fingers down to your weepy cunt. You smeared around your slick as you watched your boys getting each other off, dragging it up to your clit and whining softly as you swirled your fingers around your sensitive little pearl. It felt so good, you couldn’t help but go faster as you watched them before you. Like you, Rowan didn’t have as strong of a willpower as Harry did, so when Harry pulled away from him by the moans he was emitting with a smug smile, you knew it was time for the next event. 

“Want a taste, love?” Harry asked you and you nodded eagerly. 

In moments, you were the one sucking Harry off while you simultaneously stroked Rowan off leisurely, he was still sensitive from the face-fuck he’d given Harry. Rowans fingers were teasing at your entrance, giving you a slight taste of what was to come. Hearing the soft smacks of their kissing above you was making you want to look, but with the way Harry’s tip was grazing the back of your throat, it was near impossible to keep your eyes open as you tried your best to breathe through your nose and hold back the gag that kept trying to come up until you couldn’t anymore. Your throat spasmed and squeezed the head of Harry’s cock and he groaned through a laugh. 

“Shit…you try your best, baby.” He hummed and you pushed him closer by the back of his thigh, “S’alright. Don’t hurt yourself.” He encouraged you, “You haven’t been properly warmed up.” He assured you. 

Just then, Rowans thick fingers sunk into your pussy and pressed in deep, until the knuckle. He curled them up and grazed over your g-spot. You moaned in pleasure around Harry’s cock, no longer minding him or Rowan’s cock, paralyzed by the stimulation you were receiving. 

“Lick her pussy. I want her to suck me.” Rowan mumbled and Harry pulled away before settling in between your legs. 

“Oh…oh my god!” You mewled as Harry wasted no time in using his tongue to lick up the entirety of your pussy. Your moans were soon muffled by Rowan’s cock stuffed between your lips. It soon became evident that you weren’t going to do much sucking, so he started to fuck your mouth nice and easy, gradually working up to harsher thrusts. But when Harry added his fingers into the mix your thighs started to tremble. You felt the soft rumbles of his chuckle against your center and he completely pulled out his fingers, leaving you empty and wanting. But seconds late he stuffed them back in to the hilt. You were so sensitive at your entrance as well, so him going in and out was winding you up.

“She’s gonna come soon.” Harry said to Rowan who hummed and then pulled out of your mouth just as Harry withdrew his fingers from you and knelt up. You pouted up at them, they were both smiling down at you with a clear plan in mind. Each one grabbed one of your thighs and pulled it open just a bit more. Then you watched with hazy eyes as Rowan guided his tip to your entrance and just rubbed over it. You whimpered as your pleading eyes met his mischievous ones. You were so sensitive there too. “Look at that…so fucking wet.” Harry hummed in amusement as sticky strings of your slick connected the tip of Rowan’s cock to your entrance. “Make space.” Harry mumbled and Rowan pulled off to the slide and tapped his dick over your clit all the while Harry brought his cock down to your sopping entrance, just barely adding enough pressure to make it feel like he would sink the tip in, but not compelling the motion. “Shit…such a warm, wet little thing.” 

You watched in awe as he slid up to your clit too, their cocks rubbing together before sliding back down to your entrance, both of them prodding and sliding over your little hole. You were watching them smile in amusement as they playfully dueled over who would get to fuck into you first. You were leaking arousal now, moaning and practically vibrating impatiently as they took turns teasing your entrance. Your abdominal muscles were burning as you strained to keep your eyes on their cocks. It was so hot and it was so much! You were going to come like this. 

“Look at that…your little cunt is so hungry for it. Your little hole is fluttering.” Rowan hummed and you moaned, “Gonna come?”

“Yes! Fuck! Y-you’re gonna make me come!” You whimpered desperately. You had held back so many orgasms that you felt just about ready to explode. 

“Should we let her come?” He asked Harry and you looked to him pleadingly and he smiled at you lovingly.

“Yeah, I think she’s had enough.” He decided, “Besides, she should be as relaxed as possible before she’s double stuffed.” He said and you moaned at the image that came up in your head. 

Suddenly it was all too much. Feeling their hot, hard cocks rubbing and dipping at your entrance and clit. Their big hands holding you open to watch your tortured little pussy produce inhuman amounts of slick for them to use you and fuck you stupid. Your legs started trembling and your breath caught in your throat. That fire in your belly was started to spread, the embers of pleasure started to spark with each pass and dip of their cocks at your entrance. You whined and whimpered, unable to writhe how you wanted by the two large men holding you open and in place.

“Think she can take us both?” Harry asked lustfully as he pressed his cock right in beside Rowan’s and you gasped as he started to press in. Your entrance stretching along as their tips fought to get in. You were wet enough for it, you had no idea how it would even work in terms of logistics, but the thought of it was about to make you come. When Harry’s thumb started rubbing over your clit your legs twitched as the pleasure started to run down them. And suddenly, your entrance gave and the heads of their cocks got drawn in and your high pitched moan mixed in with their dee and guttural moans and that was what pushed you over the edge. The pleasure zapped through your entire body like a strike of lightening in a dry and barren field and set you ablaze.

“I’m coming!” You cried out pathetically as your pussy squeezed around them hard, they couldn’t get any deeper with hard your pussy was pulsating around them but they didn’t need anything else. Your body was trembling as Harry kept rubbing your clit as goosebumps covered your body, both of them gently thrusting in and out until you were squirting everywhere. Their deep groans only added to your orgasm. Rowan’s other hand was groping your breast, pulling at your nipple as you shivered violently. Your ears were ringing and your brain fuzzy. When the height of it started to subside, you blinked your eyes open, they were tearful. Tears of relief and pleasure.

Harry cooed and smiled down at you as he started to pull out of you. You winced at the stretch again and then Rowan gently withdrew from you as well.

“Alright?” He asked you and you nodded with a satisfied smile.

“Yeah.” You confirmed softly and then Rowan dipped down to kiss your lips quickly before Harry did the same.

“Ready for the main event?” He asked and you nodded.

Rowan hurried to get a condom and lube as Harry eased the butt plug out of you. That was always the hardest part for you, but again, he dipped his thin long fingers into you to slick them up before easing them into your tightest entrance, prepping you for Rowan’s cock. When he returned Harry settled onto his back and they got you on all fours. There was nothing better than being stuffed full with both of your guys, the ones who had your heart. They were gentle with you for this part, it was a lot. You first settled yourself onto Harry’s cock, you loved how he reached the best spot inside of you. They gave you a few minutes to ride him, get you used to the feeling and when you were good to go you let Rowan know and he lined up to your back entrance.

“Deep breaths, baby.” He reminded and you nodded, doing your best to relax as he started to push inside. You whimpered at the initial stretch, but encouraged him to keep going.

“Fuck…j-just slower.” You muttered, your eyes squeezed shut as you experienced this fullness from them for the first time in a long while. Rowan’s hand slithered around you and down your tummy to rub at your clit and help you ease into the pleasurable part of it so that he could get in all the way.

“So fucking tight, baby…shit!” He groaned as he bottomed out and you groaned, nails digging into Harry’s gorgeously toned pecs.

“You guys can move.” You whispered and they took turns pumping in and out of you with ease. Your arousal was even soaking down Harry’s thighs, your feeble and slightly pained cries were egging them on. They had also been staving off their orgasms and were ready to burst too. You felt powerless in the best way as they used your little holes as they pleased. You were so focused on the feelings that you could hardly hear the filth being mumbled and moaned between them to you. All you knew was that you felt like you were about to come again.

“Shit, come for us, baby!” Rowan grunted as he started thrusting into your ass shallowly to let Harry get right up against your g-spot. He was giving it to you right there, over and over. You swear your brain short-circuited as your orgasm hit you. “Fuck…fuck, it’s so tight, I’m close! I’m so fucking close!” Rowan grunted.

“Please, want you to come inside me! I need you both to come inside me!” You cried as your body started to tremble before you just started cursing as the pleasure consumed you. You fell forward and Rowan pulled out of you as you ground hard on Harry’s cock as, your clit kissing up into his neatly trimmed little bed of pubic hair. This pulls another small orgasm from you and Harry worked you through it before pulling out and laying you on your back and spreading your legs so that Rowan could get inside of you. He tore the condom off quickly before sinking into your dripping and warm entrance. 

“Fuck…fuck yeah, squeeze my cock, babygirl. Make me come so. Fucking. Hard!” He grunted in time with his final thrusts before he sank into you all the way and started to spill into you. 

“Yeah, baby. Give it to me.” You panted with a smile as your eyes met his lovingly. You could see Harry right beside him, stroking his own cock, waiting his turn patiently. Rowan leaned down and kissed you deeply as he rode out his orgasm. “Love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” He hummed against your lips before pulling out gently and laying down beside you. The both of you watching on as Harry got in between your legs next and sunk his sizable cock back into your entrance.

“Fuuuck…” he moaned as he pulled out a bit and saw Rowan’s cum smeared all over his cock before sinking it back inside and then pulling out to see it gathering all the base of his own cock in a creamy, white ring. He looked into your eyes, glittering and fucked out, you were gorgeous. That’s what pushed him over the edge. And seconds later he was pulling out about halfway as he started to come with a deep grunt that you swore you felt in your chest. He flooded your own insides with his warm creamy load and pulled out just in time to watch it pool at your entrance then start to ooze out gently. He then pushed himself back inside of you to fuck it deep inside of you before pulling out and also dropping onto the bed beside you. 

“Thank you.” You mumbled tiredly as they both cuddled into your sides. “Love you both.”

“Love you.”, “I love you.” They mumbled back.

“I’m sorry I’ve been to wrapped up in work that I’ve neglected us. I’ll do better.” You promised as you found each of their hands and intertwined your fingers.

“We’re also here to help, love. If things get tough or you need to destress, we want to take care of you.” Rowan reminded you.

“I know…” you smiled, “You’ve never let me down before. I don’t know why it was like that this time.” You confessed.

“It’s alright, baby. Just something else to help us get closer so that next time we can also recognize it. And well, you know that if you need space you can say so.” Harry reminded, “This only works if we’re honest with each other. And I want this to work. We want this to work.”

“I do too. Thank you again, I needed this. I need you.” You said to them both and sighed contently.

“Well, the day’s not over yet. We’ve got a nice bath prepared for you and then we’re gonna go have pedicures, and then a nice dinner. How’s that sound?” Harry asked and you smiled happily.

“Perfect.”

“Good, baby.” He said happily.

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You were tingling all over as you made your way from the bedroom to Harry’s music room. You saw your dog shoot up from the warm little square on the carpet where the sun always hit right at noon.

“Chill, s’just me, Jojo.” You said comfortingly to your mini schnauzer. And with that he yawned and laid back down. You giggled and then you giggled some more because you had giggled.

Suddenly you could feel every fiber of the soft carpet on your feet and you were very aware of your eyelashes and of the intense pulse of your pussy. You were fucking wet, it tickled a bit between your lips from the all too easy glide. You hummed in satisfaction as you saw him hunched over the piano.

“Hey baby.” He greeted you before you announced yourself. It was amusing to you that he could sense you, you could sense him too.

“Hiya. What’re you up to?”

“Just…seeing if I have anything good…here…” he said as he looked through scribbles of music notes on those pre-staved sheets.

“Mmmm…”

“Did you just wake up?” He asked and you smiled as you came up beside him and gently scratched at his head.

“Yep. Kinda wore me out last night.” You said and he chuckled.

“That’s what she said.” He mumbled very sarcastically.

“It’s true! My arms feel like noodles! Couldn’t even pick up my water jug.” You complained.

“I told you not to try to match my reps” he said with a smirk, you could hear it in his voice.

“Yeah…” you mumbled. “Hey, look at me.” You said and he turned to you and you smiled. But then he smiled wider, his eyes crinkled at the sides and his dimples carved into the spots beside his toothy grin.

“Are you high?” He asked in amusement and you giggled and nodded.

“I was listening to the new Kacey Musgraves song when I showered the other night and she said something about “wake & bake” and I’ve never done that before and it sounded so fucking nice. So I proposed to myself to give it a try. So I went to the dispensary yesterday and got myself a rapid onset gummy pack and now I’m really, really high.” You explained and he sputtered on a laugh.

“Yeah, I can see that. Your eyes all are lidded and glassy.” He pointed out, “You didn’t eat before?”

“No. Just brushed my teeth and ate it.”

“So it’s gonna be a long while.”

“God, I hope so.” You said and he chuckled. And after he settled you ran your hand down to his cheek and cupped it in your hand. “I had actually come down here for a purpose, not just to be nosy.” You said and he turned you.

“What d’ya need?” He asked sweetly and you smiled a bit.

“I need you to eat my pussy.” You said candidly and he immediately licked over his lips, “Please. I got so fucking horny. Need you to do it, don’t wanna do it myself.” You said and he stood up and grabbed your face and kissed you. It was a sloppy kiss. You were slightly uncoordinated at the moment and he smiled against your mouth as he brought one of his hands down to your shorts. He patted you over your pussy lightly a few times before pushing the center part aside and sliding his fingers right up against your sticky little folds.

“Fuck…” he chuckled in astonishment.

“I know…” you breathed out a laugh and he smiled up at you before pulling down your shorts. You wiggled out of them as he gathered his sheets of music and placed them on a stand just a couple feet away.

“Get on here.” He said patting the bench and you climbed on, “Sit on there.” He said, eying the piano. You listened and then moments later he was adjusting the bench before bringing it up to the keys and plopping down and proceeding to pull your legs apart.

“Baby…” you whined as he gently blew at your sopping little cunt.

“Don’t whine.” He tutted.

“Please… I need you to lick it. Please, Har. Please, baby.” You whined desperately.

“I will, baby. I will.” He appeased you as he got an eyeful of your glistening labia. You were so fucking pretty. Your skin so soft and tender and warm. You smelled nice too, he loved it when he could smell it on his own light beard for the rest of the day until he washed his face at night. You called him gross for it, but he didn’t give a damn. He was proud of wearing you on him like that.

With that image in mind he leaned in and took his first big lick. Bottom to top he laved his tongue slowly, catching every single sensitive bit on you. Your hips stuttered and you hissed as the pleasure rolled through you. It felt more intense now, you could feel the waves rippling down your legs and tickling down your feet. Then he licked over your clit and your head hung back as you moaned softly.

“Yeah baby, right there!” You encouraged him, hips grinding up against him. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer as he lapped down to your entrance and wiggled his tongue in. The pretty little tip of his nose bumped your clit over and over as his hot tongue plunged inside of you. “Damn…damn, you’re so fucking good, baby. Fuck I’m already getting close.” You rushed out before moaning again. Your tummy was starting to tighten up and he moved away and then sunk two fingers into you without a warning. You moaned and furrowed your brows as he hooked them into your g-spot right away. “Oh god, yes!” You mewled and he groaned before starting to flick at your clit with his tongue.

Your eyes rolled back as your body started to tense up. You felt your thighs and abs quivering, the sounds of his fingers plunging into you slow and deep were getting more and more distinguishable. He then started to suck on your puffy, little clit until your brain spazzed out. You swear you forgot to breathe as the tingles became so unbearable that they burst from deep in your core and out to the rest of your body.

“Fuck, baby! Fuck, baby! I’m coming so hard!” You whimpered, “No! No! Keep going!” you pleaded pathetically when he started to slow down. “Make me come again, daddy! I need to come some more.” You begged and he groaned and went faster.

You started to tremble again as he slurped on your over sensitive clit and fucked you with his fingers until your cum started to drip down his forearm.

“Shit!” He cursed lowly and quickly picked you up to get you off the piano. You whined at the emptiness but moments later you were on the ground and he was burying his fingers back into you and rubbing them around before he started to fuck you again. “Come for me, baby. Give me another one.”

You started to wither moments later. And once again he picked up the pace, going harder than before and next thing you knew, your breath was hitching and you were frozen as the most overwhelming pressure piqued inside of you. Your legs fell open wide and you started to squirt.

“Fuck yeah, baby…good, girl. Make a mess f’me.” Harry mumbled lowly against you as the intense spurts started to dwindle. You immediately started to tremble in over stimulation and he laughed before engulfing your clit between his lips.

“Harry! Fuuuuuck!” You shrieked and he was smiling as your eyes welled up and you squeezed them shut before you started to come. You gasped and writhed and sobbed as he held you down and forced you through that orgasm. “Please…please, I can’t stand it!” You whispered pitifully and he started to lighten up. “Oh my god…thank you. Thank you…” you panted as he lapped at you very gently.

“Course, baby.” He whispered before kissing your mound. He helped you sit up and then pulled you into his arms. His cheek was smushed into your head, “You should get high more. Like how horny you get.” He said snd you giggled.

“Honestly, me too.” You concluded, “Do you want to go have sex? Really erotic sex?”

“Yes, but I wanna be high too.” He said and you smiled. “Can I come inside you?” He asked with a hopeful grin and you pressed your forehead into his and nodded.

“Yeah, I’d really love that actually.” You hummed and he smirked.

“Of course you would.” He chuckled and kissed your head. “C’mon, let’s get back in bed then so I can stuff your slutty pussy full.”

---TAG LIST---

Harry throws his head back with a laugh. "Seriously, Y/n? So you're tellin' me you only like ridin' m'face when I have a mustache?"

In a quiet voice, you reply, "Yeah."

"So I can't even eat you out at all until m'mustache has grown back?"

You smile slightly and answer, "No, you can still eat me out. I just don't like sitting on your face when it's so smooth. The different positions make the experience different. But, I do prefer you to eat me out with a mustache too. Your hairs tickle my clit and it feels extra good."

Harry's not hurt by your words at all. Actually, he enjoys your confessions and is proud of you for voicing what you like and dislike. It shows you're comfortable with him. "You're ridiculous baby, you know that?" Harry tells you in a joking manner, reaching up to tickle your ribcage, making you jerk your body and laugh out loud.

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Two days later, you awaken to the sound of Harry breathing in your ear. He's spooning you with his face nestled against the side of your head. In an effort not to disturb him, you gently shift within his arms and begin staring at his beautiful face.

The first detail that captures your attention is his relaxed expression. Next, you observe his delicate eyelashes resting softly against his upper cheeks. Finally, you notice the slightly longer stubble on his face; his previously smooth skin has developed noticeably longer facial hair overnight.

Harry's facial hair was simply dark, short stubble yesterday, but it's now transformed into soft wisps of hair that cover his jaw and upper lip. You think back to the other night when you decided against sitting on his face due to him having shaved earlier in that day. Looking at him now, the idea of sitting on his face becomes increasingly appealing, as his facial hair has grown back.

After a few minutes of quietly watching Harry as he sleeps, he stirs awake and opens his eyes, noticing your gaze. As he stretches his arms and legs, he grunts, "Mhm, why'r you watchin' me sleep? That's creepy."

"It's not creepy. You're just exceptionally beautiful when you sleep." you retort, defending yourself.

With a sleepy smile, Harry replies, "Yeah?"

You hum a yes before reaching over to caress his coarse facial hair before spitting out what you've been thinking all morning. "Wanna sit on your face now."

Harry turns his head in confusion, still half asleep, thinking he heard you wrong. "M' sorry, what?"

With confidence, you repeat, "You heard me, I wanna ride your face now. Your facial hair has grown to the perfect length which means your face is no longer baby smooth. So I'm now agreeing to sit on your face."

Harry tosses his head back with a laugh. He loves how confident you are and how you simply know what you want or don't want. It turns him on more than you know. "You're spoiled, Y/n. Seriously spoiled rotten." he speaks before agreeing, "Alright then, what'r you waitin' for. Come sit."

He shifts down slightly until his head is level with the mattress, prompting you to quickly remove the panties you wore to bed. Just as you start to crawl over him, Harry adds, "Uh-uh, shirt too. Wanna see your beautiful tits." Rolling your eyes, you toss your t-shirt off as well and then make your way over his body, until your level with his hairy face, before sitting.

He doesn't waste any time before he starts munching on your pussy, as if your pussy alone was his five course breakfast on a silver platter. The sensation of Harry's mustache against your clit heightens your arousal as he fucks you with his tongue, causing your arousal to increase more than it already was. After a few minutes of his tongue inside you, he shifts his tongues attention to your clitoris, providing it with the proper attention it needs.

Harry begins to take your clit into his mouth, applying a vigorous suction. The sensation is so intense that you grasp the headboard tightly, your thighs clenching around his head. His hairy chin becomes soaked with your clear fluids, which drips down his neck, yet he's completely unbothered. He's just happy that you're allowing him to eat your pussy in this position, viewing it as a privilege.

The sensation of the hairs above his lip grazing the hood of your clit enhances the pleasure created by his tongue. After a few minutes of sucking, Harry switches to a rapid flicking motion of his tongue on your sensitive nerve, before ultimately settling on positioning his tongue flat and assisting you in moving back and forth, trying to maximize the pleasure you feel.

With his hands resting on your thighs, you begin to rock back and forth over his mouth, quickly realizing that your orgasm is nearing. The feeling of his tongue as you slide over it, the precise scratching of his facial hair against the back of your thighs, and the tip of his pointed nose bumping into your swollen clit, all combine to create a feeling that's almost too intense to bear.

"Oh my God! Harry, shit! I'm coming, I'm coming!!" you yell out as your orgasm crashes down on you. Your knuckles turn white as you grip the headboard tightly. Your thighs squeeze around Harry's head. He eventually has to help move you over his mouth because your muscles have become too tense to move on their own.

Slowly, you start coming down from your high. Your clit still throbs lightly against Harry's tongue, and when he lifts up slightly to peck one final kiss to it, you nearly jump off his body, way too sensitive to handle any kind of touch between your legs for at least a few minutes. "Your clits so sensitive, isn't it baby?" Harry mocks, looking up at you with dark eyes and a glossy face.

You remove yourself from above him and settle in the bed beside him. You lay flat with your arms and legs laying limp against the mattress, your breath still coming out in pants. After calming down for a minute, you open your eyes and turn you head towards Harry, saying, "Don't ever shave again. That was incredible."

Harry laughs and replies, "Yes ma'am!"

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You close the bathroom door gently, like you’re being respectful of it.

You change out of your work clothes and into something comfortable, an oversized shirt and soft pants, the kind of clothes that feel like permission to stop performing for the day. Then you climb onto the bed, settling back against pillows that are somehow both firm and impossibly soft, and pull your knees up and stare at the ceiling for a moment.

The room hums quietly around you.

Outside the windows the city carries on, indifferent and beautiful, and somewhere one floor above you Harry Styles is presumably doing whatever Harry Styles does at the end of a day like this. Answering emails probably. Taking calls. Existing with the same effortless calm he brings to everything while you lie here on an eight hundred thread count pillow trying to process the fact that you said okay on a plane this afternoon and meant it.

You reach for your phone.

Mia answers before the second ring even finishes.

“I’ve been waiting for this call for three hours,” she says immediately. “Tell me everything.”

You let out a long breath and close your eyes. “Mia.”

“No,” she says. “Start talking. Right now. I want all of it.”

You shift against the pillows and stare up at the ceiling and try to figure out where to even begin. “Okay,” you say slowly. “So you know how I said this trip was going to be fine and professional and completely manageable?”

“Yes.”

“It was not fine and professional and completely manageable.”

A sharp inhale on the other end of the line. “What happened?”

“He cornered me on the plane,” you say. “Not in a scary way. Just in a very calm, very him way where he basically said we’re going to talk and I literally could not go anywhere because we were thirty thousand feet in the air.”

“Oh my god,” Mia breathes.

“And then he just—” you pause, trying to find the right words. “He asked me why he makes me nervous. And I tried to say I didn’t know and he told me that was a lie. He said this whole job is built on trust and honesty and he wasn’t going to let me sit there and pretend.”

“He called you out.”

“He called me out completely,” you say. “He told me he sees the way I look at him. He knew I was checking him out at the interview. He knew I looked at his hand for a wedding ring.”

There is a sound from Mia that is somewhere between a shriek and a laugh. “He did not.”

“He absolutely did. He told me to cut the shit, literally.”

“I love him,” Mia says.

“Mia.”

“Sorry, sorry. Keep going. What did you say?”

You pull the corner of the duvet over your legs and stare at a fixed point on the ceiling. “I admitted it. I told him he makes me nervous and that I think about the kiss and that—” you stop for a second, feeling the heat rise in your face even though you’re alone in a hotel room. “I told him he makes me nervous in a way that pretty much makes me extremely turned on.”

Dead silence.

Then, “You said that. Out loud. To your boss. On a plane.”

“On a plane,” you confirm.

Mia makes a noise that sounds like she’s pressing her face into a pillow. “What did he do?”

“He laughed,” you say. “Not in a mean way. Just like he was—I don’t know. Like he was relieved almost. And then he said—” you pause again, and even just recounting it makes something warm move through your chest. “He said he can’t stop thinking about the kiss. About the way I fell into his lap. About how my lips tasted. He said it’s been driving him mad.”

“Stop,” Mia whispers. “Stop the car. He said that.”

“Word for word.”

“And you’re alive? You didn’t just dissolve into the seat?”

“I almost did,” you admit. “And then he asked what we were going to do about it and he said—” you shift against the pillows, looking back out at the city lights through the window. “He said this could work out really well for me. He talked about his life. The travel and the places he goes and all of it. And he said let me treat you. Let me take care of you.”

Mia is quiet for a moment, and when she speaks again her voice is softer. “What did you say?”

You look up at the ceiling, at the warm light of the room, at the impossible softness of everything around you that feels nothing like your cracked bathroom tile or your check engine light or the life you drove away from this morning.

“I said okay,” you tell her quietly.

Another silence, longer this time.

“Okay,” Mia repeats slowly, like she’s testing the weight of it. “Just like that.”

“Just like that.”

“And how do you feel about it?” she asks. “Like actually feel. Not the panicked version. The real version.”

You think about it for a second, genuinely think about it, lying there in the middle of a hotel bed in a city that isn’t yours while the world glitters outside the windows.

“Terrified,” you say honestly. “But also like maybe this is one of those things that happens once and you either say yes or you spend the rest of your life wondering what if.”

Mia exhales slowly. “Yeah,” she says. “Yeah, I think so too.”

“He put his hand on my back when we got off the plane,” you add quietly, almost to yourself. “Just to guide me down the steps. And it was such a small thing but I felt it everywhere.”

Mia makes a soft sound. “You’re in so much trouble.”

“I know.”

“The good kind though,” she says. “I think. Hopefully.”

“Hopefully,” you agree.

You both sit with that for a moment, the line quiet between you, and outside your window the city continues its indifferent glittering and somewhere above you on the ninth floor Harry is probably completely calm and composed and not lying on his bed staring at the ceiling at all.

Or maybe he is.

You’re starting to think you don’t know as much about what goes on underneath his surface as you thought you did.

“What happens tomorrow?” Mia asks.

“Meeting at nine,” you say. “Professional. Work trip. Everything normal.”

“And after the meeting?”

You smile slightly at the ceiling. “I genuinely have no idea.”

“That’s either very exciting or very terrifying.”

“Both,” you say. “Definitely both.”

Mia laughs softly. “Call me tomorrow night?”

“Obviously.”

“And for what it’s worth,” she says, “I think you deserve nice things. I think you deserve someone who wants to give them to you. So just—let yourself have this, okay? You don’t have to talk yourself out of everything good that happens to you.”

Your chest tightens at that in a way that has nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with the fact that she knows you well enough to say exactly the right thing.

“Okay,” you say softly.

“Okay,” she echoes, and you can hear the smile in it.

You hang up a few minutes later and lie there in the quiet, the phone resting against your chest, the city glowing outside the windows, the room warm and still around you.

You think about tomorrow. About the meeting and the professional distance you’ll maintain and the way you’ll have to be his assistant in a room full of people who don’t know anything changed on a plane this afternoon.

You think about the hand on your back.

About okay.

About let me take care of you.

You reach over and turn off the lamp on the nightstand, and the room goes soft and dark, the city light coming through the windows casting everything in a gentle glow.

You close your eyes.

For the first time in a week, you fall asleep almost immediately.

You wake up all at once.

No slow drift back to consciousness, no peaceful transition between sleeping and awake. Just darkness and then suddenly your eyes are open and your heart is beating too fast and you lie there for a second trying to figure out what pulled you out of sleep so abruptly.

Nothing. No sound. No bad dream you can remember. Just your own restless brain deciding that two hours was apparently enough and it had other things it wanted to do with the night.

You look at your phone.

12:43 AM.

You drop it back onto the nightstand and stare at the ceiling.

The room is quiet in that particular way hotel rooms are quiet, a dense, insulated silence that feels different from the quiet of your apartment. No neighbor walking overhead. No pipes. No familiar creaks that your brain has learned to sleep through. Just the soft hum of the climate control and the distant, muffled sound of the city far below.

You shift onto your side and close your eyes again.

Nothing happens.

You shift onto your back.

Still nothing.

You look at the ceiling.

The city light coming through the gap in the curtains draws a thin gold line across the room, and you lie there following it with your eyes while your brain slowly fills up with the one thing you’ve been trying all week to keep out of it.

Him.

It starts small. Practical almost. You think about the meeting tomorrow and whether you remembered to confirm the room setup, and then your brain drifts sideways to the way he looked in that meeting back home, leaning forward, asking questions nobody else in the room was sharp enough to ask, and then suddenly you’re not thinking about the meeting at all.

You’re thinking about the tattoos.

You’ve been thinking about the tattoos since the elevator, if you’re being honest with yourself. The way they appeared when he rolled up his sleeves, dark ink against warm skin, something completely unexpected in the context of everything else you’d seen of him. There’s something about the contrast of it that you can’t stop turning over in your mind. The polished, composed executive on the outside and then underneath the cufflinks and the dress shirts, all of that.

You think about the way he smells. You’ve been close enough to notice it more than once now and you’ve filed it away without meaning to, the way it’s clean without being sharp, something warm underneath it that you couldn’t name but would recognize immediately. You noticed it in the elevator. In the car. When he leaned over your desk that first week to point at your computer screen and you had to actively concentrate on the words he was saying instead of the proximity of him.

You stare at the ceiling and acknowledge, in the privacy of a dark hotel room at twelve forty three in the morning, that you want him.

Not in the vague, this is probably a bad idea way you’ve been framing it all week. Not in the careful, professionally acknowledged way you admitted it on the plane this afternoon. But in a real, specific, this is taking up significant space in my brain way that you haven’t let yourself sit with until right now.

You think about the kiss.

You’ve been thinking about the kiss since it happened but you’ve been doing it in a controlled way, examining it quickly and then putting it back down before it could become overwhelming. But lying here in the dark with nowhere to be and nothing to do and two hours of sleep sitting uselessly behind you, you let yourself actually think about it.

The way it started soft. Almost careful. Like he was giving you room.

The way it didn’t stay that way.

The way your hand moved into his hair without you deciding to do it, just moved there, like it already knew where it wanted to go.

You close your eyes and press them shut and exhale slowly through your nose.

This is not helping you sleep.

You roll onto your side and look at the curtains, at the thin line of gold light coming through the gap, and you think about the fact that he’s one floor above you right now. Just one floor. In a room that probably looks like this one, or maybe a bigger version of it, because he’s Harry and of course his room is bigger.

You wonder if he’s asleep.

You wonder if he’s lying awake too, calm and composed as always, his brain already three steps into tomorrow while yours is completely useless, spiraling through the memory of his hands and his cologne and the quiet certainty in his voice when he said let me take care of you like it was the simplest thing in the world.

You wonder what it would actually look like. Being taken care of by someone like him. Not the travel and the restaurants and the things he was describing on the plane, but the quieter version of it. What it would feel like to be the person he comes home to. To be the one he talks to at the end of the day, the real version, not the polished executive version but the one you saw glimpses of on the couch in his office. The one who got locked in a bathroom at twenty three and still answered emails through the door. The one who said it gets lonely in a way I didn’t expect with enough honesty that it sat in the room for a full minute after he said it.

You want that version of him.

That might be the most honest thought you’ve had since you started this job.

You lie there with it for a while, the ceiling unchanging above you, the city glowing quietly outside, your heart doing something slow and complicated in your chest that doesn’t feel like the nervous flutter from before.

This feels heavier than that.

This feels like something you’re not going to be able to talk yourself out of even if you wanted to.

And lying here at twelve forty three in a hotel room one floor below him, you’re starting to think you don’t want to anymore.

You lie there for another twenty minutes convincing yourself you’re about to fall back asleep.

You’re not falling back asleep.

You stare at the ceiling until you can’t anymore and then you throw the covers back and sit on the edge of the bed, your feet finding the thick carpet, your elbows on your knees and your face in your hands. The room is warm and quiet and the city glows through the curtain gap and none of it is enough to slow your brain down or talk it into something sensible.

You get up.

You don’t have a plan. You’re not making a decision. You’re just standing up because lying in that bed for another four hours with your own thoughts sounds genuinely unbearable, and your feet are already carrying you toward the desk before you’ve fully committed to anything.

The hotel folder is sitting where you left it when you checked in, tucked neatly beside the notepad with the hotel’s name embossed at the top. You flip it open and scan the papers inside without really knowing what you’re looking for, the check in confirmation, the amenities guide, the room service menu.

And then a folded slip of paper near the back.

You open it.

It’s from the front desk. A standard note included with the booking, names and room numbers listed for the reservation. Professional. Logistical. The kind of thing you’d file away without thinking about it in any other context.

His name.

Room 912.

You stand there holding the paper for a moment, the number sitting in your head like it’s settling somewhere permanent.

912.

One floor up.

You set the paper down carefully and stand very still in the middle of the room for a second, the city glowing quietly outside the windows, the room warm and still around you.

Then you go to your bag and pull out your sweatshirt, the oversized grey one you packed for sleeping in, and you pull it over your head and tug it down. It doesn’t exactly transform your soft pants and bare feet into something respectable but it makes you feel marginally less like you’re about to do something completely reckless.

You look at yourself in the mirror on the wardrobe door.

You look like a person who woke up at midnight and is about to make a questionable decision.

Which is accurate.

You pick up your room key from the nightstand and stand there holding it for a second, your brain making one last attempt to talk you into something sensible. You have a meeting in eight hours. You barely know him. This is your job. This is your actual career and you worked hard to get here and walking up to the ninth floor in bare feet at one in the morning is not the behavior of someone who takes that seriously.

You know all of that.

You go anyway.

The hallway is empty and quiet, the carpet muffling your bare feet as you walk toward the elevator. The lighting is low at this hour, that specific late night dimness that makes everything feel slightly outside of normal time, like the regular rules don’t quite apply the same way they do in daylight.

You press the button and stand there waiting, your arms crossed loosely over your sweatshirt, your heart already beating faster than it should be for someone who is technically just going for a walk.

The elevator arrives with a soft chime and you get in and press nine and watch the doors close on your own reflection in the polished metal. A girl in an oversized sweatshirt with her hair loose and her feet bare going to knock on her boss’s hotel room door at one in the morning. You look slightly unhinged. You might be slightly unhinged.

The elevator slows and opens onto the ninth floor and you step out into a hallway that looks almost identical to yours. You look both ways. Empty. You start walking, reading the numbers as you pass. 904. 906. 908. 910.

You stop.

912 is right in front of you.

You stand there looking at the door and all of the very reasonable thoughts that should have occurred to you forty minutes ago decide to show up now all at once. It’s one in the morning. He might be asleep. He is probably asleep. You have a meeting in eight hours and you’re standing barefoot in a hotel hallway in a sweatshirt because you couldn’t stop thinking about his tattoos and the way he smells and the way okay felt sitting in your chest on that plane like something finally settling into the right place.

You take one step back.

Then stop.

Think about the ceiling of your room and the four remaining hours until your alarm and the way he said let me take care of you like it was the simplest thing in the world.

You lift your hand and knock before you can take another step backward.

Three soft knocks.

And then silence.

You stand there in the quiet hallway with your heart in your throat and nothing happens. No sound from inside. No movement. No light appearing under the door. Just the hum of the hallway and the distant sound of the elevator somewhere behind you and your own heartbeat which is embarrassingly loud in your ears.

Five seconds.

Ten.

“This is so stupid,” you whisper to yourself, and you mean it completely. This is genuinely so stupid. You take a step back and then another, already half turning toward the elevator, already composing the story you’ll tell yourself tomorrow about how you almost did something reckless but came to your senses in time, already planning the very long shower you’re going to take while you convince yourself this never happened.

Then you hear it.

The soft sound of the latch.

You freeze.

The door opens.

And there he is.

You don’t say anything because your brain stops working completely and immediately.

He’s in a pair of shorts, low on his hips, and nothing else. No shirt. No composed executive armor. Just him, standing in the doorway with his hair slightly disheveled and his eyes adjusting to the hallway light, looking like he was awake but only barely.

And the tattoos.

All of them.

You knew about his forearms. You’d catalogued those already over the past two weeks, filed them away in the part of your brain that was supposed to be strictly professional. But this is different. This is the full picture. Two swallows spread across his chest, wings open, dark and striking against his skin. The butterfly large and impossibly detailed across his stomach, so much bigger than you would have expected, the kind of thing that demands your full attention and gets it without apology. The laurel leaves curving low across his abdomen just above the waistband of his shorts, dark and elegant, framing everything above them. His arms covered from shoulder to wrist, layered and overlapping, a heart, a cross, images you can’t fully read from here but want to take your time with.

You are staring.

You know you’re staring and you cannot stop.

Your mouth has gone completely dry.

He blinks at you, taking you in slowly, the sweatshirt and the bare feet and whatever expression is currently on your face that you have absolutely no control over. Something shifts in his eyes when he realizes it’s you, something that moves from surprise into something warmer and more knowing.

“Can I help—”

You close the distance between you and press your lips to his.

Hard.

Not careful. Not tentative. Nothing like the kiss in his office which started soft and worked its way into something else. This one starts exactly where that one ended, your hands coming up to his face, his stubble rough against your palms, your lips on his with all the intention of someone who has been awake for an hour in a dark hotel room making a decision she is completely done second guessing.

For one half second he doesn’t move.

Just long enough that the back of your brain starts to panic.

And then his hands find your waist and he kisses you back and any remaining piece of sensible thought you had left dissolves completely.

He steps back from the doorway and takes you with him, his hands firm at your waist, and the door swings shut behind you with a soft click that sounds impossibly final in the quiet of the room.

And then your back is against it.

The wood is cool through your sweatshirt and he is the opposite of cool, warm and solid and close in a way that makes every rational thought you have left evaporate instantly. His hands are on either side of your face now and he kisses you like he’s been thinking about this too, like the last week of careful professional distance has been costing him just as much as it’s been costing you.

You kiss him back just as hard.

Your hands find the back of his neck and pull him closer like there’s somehow not enough of him yet, like the distance between you even now is still too much. You can feel the ink under your fingertips where your hands slide to his shoulders, the raised and smooth planes of everything you spent an hour lying awake thinking about, and it’s so much better than thinking about it.

He makes a low sound against your mouth when you pull him closer and something about that sound does things to you that you are not prepared for.

His hands slide down from your face to your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your sweatshirt, and he kisses you slower now, deeper, like he’s made a decision and he’s in no hurry about it. Like he has all night and he intends to use it.

You think distantly, in the very back of your brain, about the meeting tomorrow morning.

And then he tilts his head and kisses you again and you stop thinking about the meeting entirely.

You pull back just enough to breathe, your forehead dropping against his, both of you catching your breath in the small charged space between you. His hands are still on your waist, warm and unhurried, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours.

The room behind him is dark except for the city light coming through the curtains, the same gold glow from your room one floor below, and it casts everything in soft shadow. His eyes find yours in the dim light and there’s something in them that makes your chest feel tight in the best possible way.

“You came upstairs,” he says quietly, and his voice is low and rough in a way that is completely different from the boardroom version of him, from the elevator version, from every version you’ve been carefully cataloguing and filing away for two weeks.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you say, like that explains everything.

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “No?”

“No,” you admit.

He studies you for a second, his thumb tracing a slow absent line along your waist through the fabric of your sweatshirt, and the simplicity of the gesture makes your breath catch more than the kiss did somehow.

“What were you thinking about?” he asks, and he already knows the answer, you can tell by the quiet certainty in his voice, but he wants to hear you say it.

You look at him in the dim gold light of the room, his hair disheveled, his chest covered in ink, his hands warm on your waist, and you decide you are done being careful about this.

“You,” you say simply.

He kisses you again before the word has fully settled in the air between you.

He walks you backward through the dark room slowly, his lips never leaving yours, one hand at your waist and one coming up to push your hair gently back from your face like he wants to see you even in the dark. You move with him without thinking about it, your feet finding the carpet, your whole body oriented entirely toward him in a way that feels completely natural and slightly terrifying.

The backs of your knees find the edge of the bed.

You sit down and look up at him for just a second, the city light catching the lines of his face, the ink on his chest, the steady way he’s looking at you like you’re something he’s been patient about for long enough.

Then you lay back and take him with you.

He comes down over you, catching his weight on his forearms, and for a moment he just looks at you in the low light with an expression that makes your heart do something complicated and slow in your chest. Not rushed. Not urgent. Just looking at you like he wants to remember this part too.

You reach up and slide your hands into his hair.

It’s soft. Softer than you expected, which you didn’t think was possible to notice right now but you notice it anyway, your fingers curling into it gently and then not so gently, pulling him down toward you.

He makes a sound low in his throat.

Something quiet and involuntary, barely there, but you feel it everywhere.

It does something to you that you have absolutely no framework for. Something immediate and overwhelming that starts in your chest and moves outward until your whole body feels like it’s been rewired. You tighten your fingers in his hair almost without meaning to and he makes the sound again, and this time there’s nothing left of the sensible, professional, carefully composed version of you that has been sitting at that desk for two weeks trying to act normal.

She’s gone.

There’s just this.

The weight of him. The heat of his skin. The low steady rhythm of his breathing that matches the frantic beat of yours. His forearms bracket your head and when you look up at him he is watching you like he is memorizing every shift in your expression.

His mouth finds yours again, slower this time, deeper, like he is settling in. One of his hands slides down your side, under the hem of your sweatshirt, palm warm against the bare skin of your stomach. You arch into the touch without meaning to and he smiles against your lips. Small. Knowing.

“Easy,” he murmurs, voice rough at the edges. “We have got time.”

You do not trust yourself to answer with words, so you pull him down again instead, kissing him harder, your legs parting just enough for him to settle between them. The press of his body against yours is overwhelming in the best way. Already half hard through his shorts. Your hands explore the planes of his chest and shoulders, the warmth of his skin, the unexpected textures you have wondered about for days.

He kisses along your jaw, down the side of your neck, open mouthed and unhurried. When he reaches the collar of your sweatshirt he tugs it gently.

“Can I?”

You nod, already lifting your arms to help him pull it off, then your shirt beneath it. Cool air hits your skin for half a second before his mouth is back on you, tracing your collarbone, the swell of your breast, the sensitive peak of your nipple. The sound you make is embarrassingly needy. He hums in response, the vibration traveling straight through you.

His hand slips lower, fingers brushing the waistband of your soft pants. He pauses there, eyes lifting to yours in the near dark.

“Yes?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” you breathe. No hesitation left.

He peels the pants down your legs along with your underwear, slow enough that you feel every inch of fabric sliding away. Then you are bare under him and his gaze drags over you like he has been waiting for this view specifically. The city light paints silver and gold across your skin and he follows it with his mouth. Down your stomach, across your hip, the inside of your thigh. He settles between your legs like he belongs there, shoulders broad, hair falling messily over his forehead.

He looks up at you once, eyes dark and steady, like he is making sure you are still with him.

Then he leans in and licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your center.

Your head falls back against the pillow with a broken sound. He does it again, firmer, tongue flat and warm, savoring. One of his hands spreads your thigh wider, the other resting low on your stomach, thumb stroking soothing circles like he knows exactly how overwhelming this is. He finds your clit and circles it with the tip of his tongue, gentle at first, then with more intent when your hips jerk toward his mouth.

“Fuck. Harry,” you gasp, one hand flying down to thread through his hair.

He makes that low sound again, the one that vibrates against you and makes your toes curl. He licks into you like he is learning you, like he has all night to figure out exactly what makes your breath catch and your thighs tremble. When he sucks your clit gently between his lips your back arches clean off the bed. He presses you back down with the hand on your stomach, holding you there while he works you open with his tongue.

It is too much and not enough all at once. The wet heat of his mouth, the slight scrape of stubble against your sensitive skin, the way he groans softly like he is enjoying this as much as you are. Maybe more. Your fingers tighten in his hair and he responds by sliding one finger inside you, curling it just right, then another. The stretch is perfect. The rhythm is devastating.

You are panting, hips rolling against his face in tiny helpless movements you cannot stop. He does not seem to mind. If anything he encourages it, hooking your thigh over his shoulder to get deeper, tongue and fingers working together in a slick, relentless rhythm that has you spiraling fast.

“Look at me,” he murmurs against you, the words vibrating right where you need them most.

You force your eyes open and the sight of him between your legs nearly undoes you on its own. He holds your gaze as he sucks harder on your clit, fingers pressing that spot inside you again and again, and the coil in your belly snaps without warning.

You come hard, thighs clamping around his shoulders, a broken moan tearing out of you that you do not even try to muffle. He keeps going, gentling you through it with slow licks and soft kisses until the aftershocks fade and you are trembling under him, boneless and dazed.

Only then does he kiss his way back up your body, slow and reverent, tasting like you. When he reaches your mouth he kisses you deep and lazy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His hand strokes soothingly up and down your side.

“You are beautiful when you fall apart,” he whispers against your lips, voice low and warm. “Been thinking about that sound.”

You laugh breathlessly, still floating, and pull him closer. Your hand slides down his chest, heading lower with clear intent.

He catches your wrist gently, pressing a kiss to the inside of it.

“Not yet,” he says, eyes bright even in the dark. “I’m not done taking care of you.”

You lie there under him, still catching your breath, the aftershocks moving through your body in slow waves. He stays right where he is, warm and solid above you, one hand stroking slow lines up and down your side like he has nowhere else to be. The gentleness of it makes something twist deep in your chest. He just gave you everything without asking for a single thing in return. Without hesitation. And you’re lying here bare and trembling while he is still hard against your thigh, patient as always, like taking care of you is enough.

It feels unfair. It feels like too much one way.

You shift beneath him and slide your hand down his chest, over the hard planes of his stomach, not stopping this time. Your fingers slip beneath the waistband of his shorts and wrap around him. He is hot and heavy in your palm. The sharp inhale he gives sends a spark through you.

You look up at him in the dim gold light from the window.

“Let me,” you whisper. Your voice is still rough from earlier. “Please. I want to take care of you too.”

He catches your wrist gently and lifts your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. His eyes are dark but steady in the near dark of the room.

“Not tonight,” he says quietly. “This was for you. Let me keep taking care of you.”

The refusal only sharpens the ache in your chest. You push up on your elbows, leaning in to kiss him. It is messy and urgent, your free hand still reaching for him, still trying.

“Please, Harry,” you murmur against his mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this too. About you. I want to make you feel good. I need to.”

He groans softly, forehead resting against yours. His hand tightens around your wrist but there is no real force in it. “You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” You kiss him again, deeper, then pull back just enough to meet his eyes. Your voice drops, almost pleading now. “But I want to. Let me. Please let me taste you.”

Something shifts in his expression. The careful control cracks just a little. He searches your face for a long moment, like he is looking for any sign that you are only saying it to be polite. You hold his gaze, letting him see exactly how much you mean it, how badly you want this too.

Finally he exhales, slow and shaky, and releases your wrist.

“You are going to kill me,” he says, voice low.

You smile, small and a little triumphant, and push gently at his chest until he rolls onto his back. You follow, settling between his legs, your hands sliding up his thighs. His shorts come off easily. You take him in fully then, hard and flushed, and the sight of him like this in the soft city light makes heat pool low in your belly again.

You lean down and press a soft kiss to the tip before taking him into your mouth. He curses under his breath, one hand coming to rest lightly in your hair. You start slow, exploring him with your tongue, learning the weight and the taste of him. When you take him deeper he groans, fingers flexing but not pushing, letting you set the pace.

You want to give him everything he just gave you. You hollow your cheeks and move over him, one hand working what you cannot reach. The sounds he makes are quiet but devastating. Low rumbles in his chest, your name breathed out like something sacred. You look up at him through your lashes and find him watching you, eyes heavy lidded, lips parted. The eye contact makes you moan around him.

You lose yourself in it. The rhythm. The warmth of him on your tongue. The way his breathing grows ragged above you. You want him to fall apart the way you did. You want to be the reason.

He warns you when he is close, voice strained. “Love, I am… if you do not want…”

You do not pull away. You take him deeper instead, and with a low groan he comes, hips twitching, hand gentle in your hair the whole time. You stay with him through it, swallowing, until he is spent and breathing hard.

Only then do you pull off, pressing one last soft kiss to his hip before crawling back up his body. He pulls you against him immediately, arms wrapping around you, mouth finding yours in a slow, grateful kiss.

“You do not have to do that,” he murmurs against your lips, but there is a smile in his voice now, warm and unguarded.

“I wanted to,” you say simply. You settle against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow, the city still glowing quietly outside the window. “I wanted all of it.”

He strokes your back, quiet for a moment. The room feels softer around you now, the thick carpet, the heavy curtains, the distant hum of the city far below. You lie there tangled together in the quiet, his skin warm against yours, and for the first time all night your thoughts feel still.

You wake up slowly.

Not all at once the way you did last night. This time it’s gradual, warmth first, then the unfamiliar weight of an arm around your waist, then the soft sounds of a city still mostly asleep filtering through heavy curtains. For a few seconds you just lie there, not quite conscious enough to think, just existing in the warmth and the quiet and the particular feeling of being held by someone while you sleep.

Then your brain catches up.

Your eyes open.

The room is grey and gold in the early morning light, that specific hour before the sun fully commits to rising, everything soft edged and still. You stare at the ceiling for a second, taking inventory. His room. His bed. His arm draped warm and heavy over your waist, his breathing slow and even behind you.

You lie very still.

His chest rises and falls against your back in the steady rhythm of someone deeply asleep, and you become aware of every point of contact between you with sudden, acute clarity. The warmth of his skin. The slight tuck of his knees behind yours. The way his arm holds you without gripping, easy even in sleep, like this is just where you belong.

It feels dangerously good.

You look at your phone on the nightstand. 6:47 AM.

The meeting is at nine.

You close your eyes for one more second, just one, letting yourself stay exactly here in the grey morning quiet with his arm around you and the city waking up somewhere below. You let yourself have it. The full weight of it. How unexpectedly right it feels to be lying here.

Then you move.

Carefully. Slowly. You lift his arm by the wrist, barely breathing, and slide out from underneath it, setting it back down gently against the mattress. He shifts slightly and your heart stops, but his breathing stays even and deep and after a moment he stills again, one hand curling loosely against the sheets where you just were.

You find your sweatshirt on the floor near the door where it landed last night and pull it over your head, then your soft pants, then stand there for a second making sure you have everything. Phone. Room key. Whatever is left of your composure.

You look back at him once.

He’s on his stomach now, face turned away from you, one arm stretched across the space you just vacated. The sheets sit low on his back and you can see the ink across his arms and you stand there for approximately three seconds longer than you should before you make yourself look away.

You let yourself out as quietly as you can, pulling the door shut behind you with a barely audible click, and then you’re standing in the empty hallway in your bare feet at six forty seven in the morning with nowhere to be for two more hours.

You take the elevator back down to your floor.

You shower. You do your hair. You do your makeup with the focused precision of someone who needs the routine to feel normal again, who needs the familiar steps of foundation and mascara and the particular red lip you save for days when you need to feel like you have your life together. You put on the most professional outfit you packed. The structured blazer. The tailored trousers. The heels that make you feel competent and composed and not at all like a person who snuck out of her boss’s hotel room an hour ago.

You go downstairs at eight fifty five and take a seat in the lobby, crossing your legs and pulling out your phone like you’ve been here for hours and everything is completely fine.

You check the meeting details. You review your notes. You respond to two emails that don’t really need responses yet just to have something to do with your hands.

At nine exactly the elevator opens.

You look up and there he is.

Dressed impeccably, jacket on, the composed executive version fully assembled. He crosses the lobby toward you and you stand, smoothing your blazer, arranging your face into something professional and neutral.

His eyes find yours as he gets closer and something moves through them. Not the warm knowing look from last night. Something quieter than that. More controlled.

“Morning,” he says.

“Morning,” you say. “Car’s outside. Meeting room is confirmed for nine thirty, I have the contact details for everyone attending and the agenda is in your email.”

“Sleep okay?” he asks, and the way he says it is perfectly neutral. The kind of question anyone would ask. The kind that has nothing behind it unless you know that it does.

“Fine,” you say, matching his tone exactly. “You?”

He looks at you for just a second, something moving briefly across his expression before he controls it.

“Better before six forty seven,” he says quietly.

The words land directly in the center of your chest and stay there.

You don’t say anything because there is nothing to say to that, no professional response, no deflection that doesn’t feel inadequate, so you just nod once and turn toward the door and he follows and the driver opens it and you slide in and he gets in beside you and the door closes.

And the silence in the back seat is immediately different from yesterday’s silence.

Yesterday’s was easy. Companionable. Full of things that felt good.

This one has an edge to it.

You look at your phone and pretend to review something. He looks out the window, one arm resting against the door, his jaw set in a way you’ve seen before. The way it looks in meetings when something isn’t going the way he wants it to. The way it looked on that phone call you overheard his first week when he said that’s not what we agreed on and meant every word of it.

You clear your throat softly. “I thought we could go over the agenda on the way if you want to—”

“I’ve read the agenda,” he says.

Not unkind. Not sharp. Just clipped in a way that is somehow worse than either of those things.

You look back at your phone.

The car moves through the morning streets and the silence stretches and you sit there in your professional armor feeling it press against you from the inside.

“Harry,” you say quietly.

He doesn’t look at you immediately. He keeps his eyes on the window for a second before turning, and his expression is composed but there’s something underneath it that he’s not quite hiding.

“You left,” he says simply.

“I needed to get ready,” you say.

“You had two hours.”

“I know but I thought—”

“You didn’t want to be there when I woke up,” he says, and it’s not an accusation exactly. More like a fact he’s decided on and isn’t particularly happy about.

You open your mouth and close it again because he’s not wrong and you both know it.

He looks back out the window.

“It’s fine,” he says, and the way he says it makes it very clear that it isn’t entirely fine, that it’s the kind of fine that means I’ve decided to let this go for now but I haven’t forgotten about it.

You sit there holding your notebook against your chest and stare at the back of the seat in front of you, your chest tight with something you don’t entirely know how to fix.

“I wasn’t running away,” you say after a moment, quietly enough that the driver couldn’t hear it even if he was trying to. “I want you to know that.”

He glances at you then, something shifting slightly in his expression.

“Weren’t you?” he asks, just as quietly.

The question sits between you for the rest of the drive and you don’t have a good answer for it, which is probably an answer in itself. You look out your window and he looks out his and the morning city moves past around the car in that indifferent way cities have, everything continuing as normal, completely unaware that the back seat of this car feels like the most charged space in the world right now.

The car slows as it pulls up to the building and the driver comes around to open the door and Harry steps out first, straightening his jacket, sliding back into the version of himself that walks into rooms like he owns them. You follow, falling into step beside him, your heels clicking against the pavement.

He holds the door open for you without looking at you.

You walk through it.

And somewhere between the lobby and the elevator up to the meeting room you make a quiet decision that has nothing to do with professionalism or boundaries or any of the reasons you’ve been collecting like armor for the past two weeks.

You are not going to run again.

When you met Harry it was the summer of the start of your masters program. You were brand new to town and had taken the recommendation of a few of the students from the previous cohort about some good, local spots you needed to visit. One of these places happened to be a brewery in the heart of the Arts District in Downtown LA, Styles’ Brewing Co.. You’d moved down to LA one month before the semester at USC started and you hadn’t really made friends yet so you decided to just go and check the place out. Worse case scenario you didn’t meet anyone cool and just enjoy the pleasure of your own company. It was a Tuesday evening when you’d strolled in. The sun was setting soon and despite the slight breeze, it was still quite hot so you were glad you’d decided on wearing a dress. And when you got up to the business, you smiled at the funky, little bar. The decor inside was like 70’s post modern theme, it instantly put a smile on your face. It was nice and cool inside and Al Green was playing over the speakers. There were a handful of people in there already, so you glanced around as you walked up to the register and looked up to the menu.

“Welcome in! If you have any questions about our selection, let me know.” The smooth British voice offered and your eyes glanced down and met the prettiest set of green eyes you’d ever seen.

“Ummm, actually s’my first time here.” You explained and his smile widened, revealing his teeth, the way his two front teeth extended a bit lower than their neighbors gave him a boyish charm though he was clearly older than you. He looked really good though, he had to be like five or six years older.

“Well that’s great! I’m Harry.” He greeted you cheerfully.

“Hello, I’m Y/N.” You said with a friendly smile.

“Well Y/N, are you a beer drinker?”

“Kinda…not really. Sorry.” You confessed a bit bashfully.

“That’s alright.” He chuckled, “Just seeing where you’re at with beer.” He assured you, “I know we have quite a large selection up there. So if you’re not sure where to start or what you might like, we can talk little bit more about your taste and I can give you a little flight of samples so that you can narrow down your options.” He offered and you were pleasantly surprised.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you!” You smiled, “That’d be great because I am a little out of my depth here. And honestly, I can pay.” You assured him. Just then someone else walked up behind you in the line and he looked past you.

“Hey, H!” One of the person’s behind you greeted him cheerfully and he smiled.

“Hey, guys.”

“Ummm, you can help them first since I’m still figuring it out.”

“That’s kind of you.” He smiled, “Have a seat at the bar and I’ll be with you in just a minute.” He instructed and you nodded and did just that. 

After a couple of minutes he was chatting with you again, asking about what you liked and disliked about beer. What kinds of flavor profiles you gravitated towards, and things of that nature before he pulled the samples for you. He talked you through each one, he even swapped two of them out upon receiving your feedback on the previous ones until finally you found the one. It was the “Sippin’ Pretty”, a guava and elderberry sour. It smelled amazing and tasted even better. When he realized that you were there alone he spent most of his time hanging around, checking in on you. It got a little busier around 8 o’clock, but you were on your second beer by then and just people watching as Harry and another person tended to the customers. Before you knew it you were having your third beer and feeling pretty tipsy. You were giggling at a story Harry was telling you about his friend’s two year old son and nearly knocked over your glass.

“Okay, I’m pretty fucked up.” You giggled again.

“Did you drive?” He asked.

“Yeah…I didn’t plan on being here for more than two hours.” You said and he smiled.

“Let’s get some food in you then. How do sweet potato fries sound?”

“Like the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You said and he chuckled. 

“Alright, I’m gonna put an order in.” He said before hurrying over to the POS system.

You did sober up quite a bit after eating and having a glass of water and you needed to go, you’d been taking a lot of time away from Harry. You flagged him down and he came over to you quickly.

“Thank you for the VIP treatment tonight, Harry. I didn’t know I needed that.” You smiled and he smiled back.

“I’m glad you had a nice visit. Hopefully one of many more?” He inquired.

“Definitely.” You assured with a blissful grin, “I should get out of your hair though, so can I get the bill?” You asked.

“You’re good, love.” He smiled and you pouted.

“Don’t do that. You’ve done so much already, the least I could do is pay.” You insisted, “Besides, wouldn’t want you to get in trouble by comping that much.” You added and he smiled.

“Well, I’m actually the owner so…” He responded smugly and you tutted.

“Well, I believe you’ve just lost your case.” You grinned.

“How’s that?” He asked, perplexed.

“You’re a small business owner, the backbone of the local economy! If the roles were reversed I know there is no way you wouldn’t insist on paying.” You said and he smiled. “Please, Harry.” You insisted.

“Fine. But I’m applying the 15% employee discount.” He said and you grinned as he headed off to the register without allowing you another word in edgewise. You hopped off your seat and went over to the register and paid, giving the 15% back in tip which made him tut as you giggled.

“Thank you, again!” You called as you walked to the door and he smiled and waved as you headed out.

********************

By the end of your first semester, you’d become a regular at the brewery. You had become pretty good friends with Harry. You’d learned that he was 34, so 12 years older than you were. You learned that he’d been engaged but that it ended nearly five years ago. He’d earned a degree in computer science and he’d made a pretty penny when he helped develop some AI program and had sold it and had made a large sum of money from that. So he moved down from the Silicone valley fours years ago to open up this place and it was almost an instant success. He was fucking cool. You had a huge crush on him. Not only was he handsome but he was sweet as can be. 

When he learned that you couldn’t afford to fly home for the holidays, he invited you to his and his friends’ holiday party. And well, on Christmas everything between the two of you changed. Thanks to a very eye-opening kiss under the mistletoe, if you could believe it. He dropped you off at home after the little get-together and as you were saying goodbye you kissed him again and that led to you two making out for half an hour before you finally pulled apart.

“Let me take you out.” He panted before kissing your cheek and you smiled and nodded.

“Yeah.” You agreed with excitement lighting up your eyes. You really liked him, you sincerely thought he didn’t think of you in that way. Particularly because of his age, because in terms of interests and tastes, you had plenty of things in common. Regardless, you were so relieved that he was also into you.

And after that first date, things quickly heated up between the two of you. Despite how great of a catch Harry was, he hadn’t really had tons of dating experience, he’d only had two long-term partners. One during his entire time in high school and the other after he moved to the U.S., the one who he had been engaged with. And they ended things when he resigned from the job in the Silicone Valley. You on the other hand had lots of flings and little things here and there. You were a little reckless with your heart, probably the hedonist in you. But when you and Harry started talking more in depth about where your relationship would go, you learned that he only dated someone when he felt that he could develop big feelings for the person. He was cautious about who he gave his time, affection, and heart to. The fact that he was the way he was - attentive, caring, mature, stable, and wise - well, you started to fall in love with him quickly. 

Your relationship with Harry became serious quite fast, but he insisted that you two wait until you graduated to make moves towards merging your lives even more. He proposed to you over dinner the night before your graduation with your parents and siblings there for it. A few weeks after graduation you moved into his house. The time you didn’t spend together or working, was spent planning the wedding. A year later, you two were married and just relishing in your new life together. 

….THREE YEARS LATER….

You and Harry had now been married for three extraordinary years. It wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but most of the time it was. By now, most of your friends were married too but the biggest difference was that they were already on the baby train. One of your good friends got married because she’d gotten pregnant and the other two had their first kids just a year apart from each other. At first, Harry had baby fever far more than you did but lately there was just something in the air that had you feeling absolutely feral for him. To put it more poetically, you had a need to breed. You were feeling horny every time you were around him. 

Maybe it was the weather that was finally heating up? Or the fact that along with that, Harry would wear more t-shirts at the brewery. You’d get to see him lugging big, heavy boxes of produce or crates of glassware to and from the kitchen and bar, meaning he was constantly showing off his strength. He was so smart and strong and capable, and he was the best husband and partner to you. He gave you everything you wanted and more! So you knew that he could give you the most beautiful babies in the world. And lately, the thought was just ever present. Everything about him had you swooning.

Even now, just the way he would try to reach his big hands into the glasses to dry them properly made your pussy flutter and swell with need. Why were his arms so fucking big? And why did the masskrug look so tiny in his hands? You swear you would soon start to drool if you had to watch him any longer.

“What?” He chuckled as you just watched him from the other side of the bar top.

“N-nothing. Just…watching you. And your…big hands. And big arms.” You smiled and his eyes flickered up to yours and he smirked as he recognized the lustful look in them.

“What about ‘em?”

“Nothing really…just, I don’t know, I’m suddenly very aware of how…strong you are. S’a little distracting.” You shrugged and he hummed.

“Distracting enough that you shouldn’t be the one doing the payroll?” He asked and you giggled.

“Babe, I was an art major…I never should’ve been doing your payroll to begin with.” You joked and he chuckled.

“That’s probably true.” He joked back with a playful little grin as he glanced back down at the glass he was drying.

“You know what I’ve been thinking?” You asked.

“What, my love?” He asked without pulling his eyes from his task.

“I think I’m ready to start trying for a baby.” You said far too nonchalantly. So much so that in response all you heard was the shattering of glass as the masskrug fell to the ground. “Oh shit!” You gasped, “Are you alright?” You asked him and he glanced up at you with a smile and nodded.

“Yeah, love. M’fine. Just…surprised me with that one.” He confessed and you bit your lip to suppress your smile as his eyes bore into yours.

“I’ll get the broom.” You said softly as you prepared to hop off of the stool.

“Hey! No, no, no…don’t scamper off just yet.” He called out, “You can’t just drop a bomb on me like that.” He said with a smirk. You felt your cheeks heating up as the blood rushed up to your face.

“I was going to come back…”

“You want to have a baby?” He asked, bringing the topic back to that.

“I mean…yeah. Of course!” You shrugged.

“What brought this on?” He asked.

“Well…lately I’ve just been really…horny. But it’s more than that… it’s like…I can’t get enough of you. I just want more of you. More of us.” You said and he smiled, “I think that you’d be an amazing father and the idea of you, all handsome and rugged like you are, just caring after such a perfect and tiny little thing…I don’t know, it’s just been doing things to me lately.” You explained and he was smirking smugly at you. “Don’t make fun.” You mumbled and he shook his head.

“Of course not, my love.” He assured you, “I’m just glad you’ve finally come around.” He said and you rolled your eyes. Considering you were the young one here, you wanted to wait so that you could enjoy your marriage for a bit and have time to get your lives together before starting on a family. “But how do I know you’re not gonna change your mind? I know that you wanted to enjoy us for a while before we considered starting a family.”

“Well, it’s been three years…we’ve traveled, your business has grown, I’ve had my own exhibit like I wanted to…” you pointed out, “I mean, trying means just that, trying. It could take a few attempts and I’m ready to start if you’re…you know, also ready for that.” You said with a placid smile.

“Yeah, okay.” He said with a boyish grin adorning his face. “Should we make an appointment with your doctor?”

“Mmm…I say we do it the old fashioned way.” You said with a suggestive tone and he chuckled, “Just…go at it every chance we get until we get lucky.” You shrugged and he chuckled.

“Baby, as lovely and tempting as that sounds, I have work.” He reminded you and you grinned.

“Well based on the numbers I’m seeing here, you can afford to hire someone else.” You added and he chuckled.

“That’s how bad you want it?”

“Yes.” You responded quickly and he smiled.

“Alright, my love. Your wish is my command.” He assured and you smirked, “Damn it…” he mumbled.

“What?” You asked with a small frown.

“Now I’m hard.” He admitted and you grinned. “Though…the thought of getting you pregnant always makes me hard so…” he chuckled.

“Then do something about it.” You taunted and he chuckled. “I’m serious.”

“Right now?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Seize the moment.” You smiled.

“Baby…” he said, looking quite tortured and you just smiled at him.

“Come here.” You said and he came around the bar. You twirled around in the stool when he was before you, “I stopped taking my birth control two weeks ago…” you informed enticingly.

“You did?” he asked as he leaned down and you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Mmhm.” You confirmed. “Please, fuck me.” You requested.

“Here?!” He chuckled nervously and you nodded.

“I’m your wife, yeah?” You asked and he nodded before pecking your lips again, “You vowed to have me for all the days of our life, did you not?” You asked with a soft and seductive tone.

“That not how it goes… but I did…” he hummed in amusement.

“Then have me. Anytime you want. Whenever, wherever we are until you do what we set out to do. I don’t even need to come. Just need you to come. Need you to come a lot inside of me.” You said in a low and sultry voice. He was nearly panting, his fingers digging into your thighs through the light fabric of your dress. “I love you. I need you. I need you so fucking bad.” You pleaded and next thing you knew your lips were meeting in a desperate and heated kiss as your hands shakily worked at the button and fly of his jeans. When you had them and his briefs low enough to let his erection spring free, he pushed your dress up and tore your underwear off before stuffing them into his pocket. “Get inside of me. Please!” You begged hungrily and he pulled you closer until his cock was sliding through your already hot and slippery folds.

“So fucking wet. Ready to get knocked up, aren’t you?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes.” You whispered and he kissed you again. “Do it, baby. Fuck me.” You panted. 

Without another warning he pushed against your entrance until your little hole stretched around his veiny, girthy cock. You gasped as he plunged deep inside of you on the first thrust, but you needed that. You needed him like this. Over and over, his cock rammed inside of you until you’d wince with how deep he was getting inside. It felt delicious. Your nails were digging into his big, bulging biceps as you moaned aloud without any care in the word. His deep, consistent grunts were perfectly timed with his thrusts, they made your head and tummy flutter with how deep they were. You were completely blissed out. Your skin was covered in goosebumps and your walls were fluttering and squeezing his cock deliciously. He was fighting to hold his need to come back, but then again, that’s what you wanted from him; his cum flooding your insides. Painting your insides with everything he had to give until he gave you a baby. Not just a baby, his baby. A product of all of the love you shared for each other.

Everything about him was everything you’d ever wanted. He was everything to you and having more of him in this way was something that you couldn’t even comprehend, you just needed it. It was instinctual to have more with someone who was so embedded into your mind, heart, and soul. What more was there to this often sad and destructive life than to make love and create more beauty to add to it?

“Fuck…I’m gonna come.” He groaned as he started to rub his thumb over your clit in swift little circles. Maybe you didn’t need to come, but he wanted you to. He needed to feel you spasming around his cock as he filled you up. When he heard your breath catch he smiled, “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock and I’ll give you what you want.” He panted and seconds later your legs were shaking around his hips as you thrust up to meet his deep and unforgiving plunges as you whimpered and whined as you came undone. Your sounds turned into weak little grunts that escaped your throat in perfect time with his thrusts until he was stopping deep inside of you. You could feel his cock twitching as he shot spurt after spurt of his sperm deep into you until he had nothing left to give. After he finished he kissed you deeply. “Did you mean that? Whenever I want?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, free use. I always want you, H.” You smiled, “Always need you.” You assured him as you caressed his face with the back of your hand.

“Okay, baby. But if you ever want me to stop or aren’t in the mood just say…hmmm…”

“Sour.” You suggested with a dopey smile, “After the first beer you served me.” You said and he chuckled. You weren’t always all sentimental like that, but he loved when you were.

“Alright, my love. Sours is our safe word.” He agreed before kissing your lips quickly. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up before Jeremy gets in. S’almost his shift.” He reminded and you giggled and pulled him down down for another kiss.

“Maybe delete the footage from this time frame.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course, but only after I save it…for memories, you know?” He said mischievously and you giggled. 

“I love you so much.” You hummed happily.

“I love you more, my love.” He whispered.

****************

After that first time at his brewery, there was hardly any stopping Harry. Like you’d asked before, he’d have you whenever he well pleased. It was far easier for him to picture you growing with his baby now. It didn’t matter to him that you were occupied, he’d just get your pants off or dress out of the way and plunge in and you were more than fine with that. It even happened a few times while you slept, you’d wake up with him hovering over you, sliding his cock between your spread legs. Much to his surprise, you were soaking wet about 80% of the time and when you weren’t it didn’t take much to have you dripping and begging for him to put it in. He hadn’t given much thought to the baby’s sex or even names, he just wanted a baby with you and he’d be more than pleased regardless. Like now...

You were being stirred awake by Harry turning you on your back and gently prodding into your entrance. You groaned a bit as he tried to push in a bit but you weren't wet enough for his sizable cock yet.

"Just give me minute." you mumbled.

"I want you now." he said and then you felt a warm wad of spit land over your pussy before he smeared his erection all over it and then sunk in with more ease, "There we are..." he hummed in approval as he got about halfway. He sighed in relief as your warm and tight walls started to slick up around him quickly. "Had a very pleasant dream of you showing me a positive test. Woke up so fucking hard." he panted through his thrusts and then smirked when you got even more wet for him.

"Fuck, it feels so good inside you, baby." he sighed and you moaned when he ground into you.

"A little harder, daddy." you whispered, voice still rough from sleep. He hummed and gave it to you a bit harder, the soft smacks of your bodies meeting grew a little louder. And he gradually started increasing his force until your headboard was thumping against the wall and you whined out, "T-too hard!" you whimpered and he brought a thumb to your clit.

"You know what to do if it's too much, baby." he said comfortingly. He knew you liked to get whiny every now and again. "You say "sour", right?" he asked and you nodded. "Use your words, my love." he encoruaged.

"I know." you added, "Just...a little slower, please?" you requested and those puppy-dog eyes absolutely melted him to the core. His stern demeanor softened and a little smile appeared on his mouth as he stopped and then leaned down to kiss your lips quickly.

"Okay, baby. Sorry, got a little excited over that dream." He hummed against your lips. He then started thrusting again, undulating his hips in a way that got him right up against your g-spot. "Like that?" he asked and you whimpered as he started to grind a bit harder.

"Yes, daddy! Like that..." you keened and he groaned lowly as your walls started to flutter around him seconds later. He started to rub on your clit again until you started to tremble. You choked on a moan as your orgasm started to build far too much for you to keep inside. "Oh baby, I'm...I'm gonna come!" you gasped.

"Go on, baby. Let me feel your drenching my cock. Get you ready for my cum." he panted, "Ready for me to put a baby in that pretty body of yours." your eyes rolled back and your back arched until your body just froze and your walls started to spasm as your orgasm washed over you. The gorgeous flutters of pleasure bloomed from your tummy and rippled through your body, making your legs twitch and for your finger nails to dig into Harry's thick, muscular thighs.

"Yes, baby. Yes!" he groaned as his own pleasure built up to a point of no return. His steady rhythm faltered as he grunted through three deep thrust until he was holding your hips tightly as he started to shoot his sperm deep in you. You loved how he praised you for taking it all.

And when the height of it passed he only pulled out to turn you onto your side and then spooned you only to thrust back in. He lightly shivered from the sensitivity, but he wanted all of his cum to stay inside. You pulled one of his hands up to your mouth and kissed the back of it before sighing happily.

"I'll always take care of you. You know that, right?" he asked and you nodded as you hummed, "You're everything to me." he said softly, "I already love you with everything in my being. Can't possibly imagine how much more it can grow for you once we have our baby." he said softly and you smiled.

"I think you'll love the baby the most." you whispered.

"I don't know...you're the one giving me the baby." he reasoned and you smiled. "But what I do know is that you're my whole life. I'm so fucking fortunate to have you to share this with. Love you." he hummed.

"Love you, H." you smiled.

"Want you to do something for me, baby." he added, "Gonna send you some stuff I was looking up earlier. Stuff to like prepare your body and increase your chances, you know? Give it a try?"

"Of course, baby." you agreed easily.

***************

On top of the things Harry had suggested to you, you had also been implementing your own measures to optimize your health enough to successfully conceive. You had made significant improvements to your diet and even started taking prenatal vitamins and teas that you hoped would help. And since Harry owned and worked at the brewery you asked him to please stop serving you alcohol, no matter how much you asked for it, so your taste-testing badge had been revoked. You were also getting more rest and even started exercising more with him. Incidentally, this was something that just made you more horny for him. Considering that exercise helped you produce endorphins you were in a far better mood and up for sex more than before. 

  Maybe it was a little indecorous of you, but you honestly enjoyed the dull ache that seemed to permanently reside between your legs as of late. You actually craved more of it, especially at times like these, when you watched him working out from across the gym while you just kept a moderate pace on the elliptical. He was making eye contact with you from the mirror with a subtle smile ignoring the other people who were very clearly ogling him as he did his deadlifts. You couldn’t blame them, Harry was a masterpiece of a human. He was tall, handsome, attractive, and good natured. The way his muscles tightened up as he worked through his routine made you hungry for him in sinful ways. So much so that you needed to go and fuck. Now.

You got off of the machine and went to grab a wipe to clean off the handles and buttons you’d touched before asking him to leave. He wouldn’t mind cutting his workout short, that’s what you’d be doing more of anyway if you really thought about it. You decided to gather your things from the locker in the bathroom and then head over to grab him. When you headed over to the free weights area you saw a girl trying to chat him up, he seemed a bit annoyed but was too polite to tell her to go away. It may have seemed he was fair game because he wasn’t wearing his wedding band right now (you always reminded him to take his ring off when he was lifting heavy because your wedding bands were made of gold, a soft metal, so it could easily get warped with the amount of weight he lifted), but he was all yours and you needed him now. His evident display of strength had you completely drenched in your underwear. You could feel the steady throb of your walls even as you walked over. You could see him glancing over to the cardio section through the mirror, probably searching  for you to help but you were just about to reach him.

“Baby!” You called out to him from a few feet away and he whipped around and his smile of relief made you smirk. He could see the hunger in your gaze from where he was. The girl that walked up to him looked mortified as she connected the dots before scurrying off. Harry quickly re-racked the weights he’d been using before setting the bar back in place and hurrying over to you. “I need you to get me home. Stat.” You said lowly as you walked through the gym and he chuckled.

“Alright, my love. Not a problem.” He hummed with a big, warm hand on your lower back.

In nearly twenty minutes you were carefully getting into the shower together, the foreplay was in how he talked to you and touched you as you got cleaned up. Everything was building up as he smoothed over your breasts with his soapy hands and talked about how big they’d get when he finally got you pregnant. Things like this that you never thought could rile you up were doing the job. You loved to see his big veiny hands playfully tugging and rolling your nipples between his fingers while you ground back into his erection.

“God, you’re so fucking big.” You mumbled as he rutted his erect cock again your plump backside.

“I know. Almost too big for your pretty little cunt.” He responded and you nodded in agreement. “But you like that, don’t you?” You asked and you nodded.

“Yes, daddy.” You hummed, already feeling a little loopy.

“Turn around.” He said and you twirled around and looked up at him, “How do want it, my love?” He asked and you bit your lip as your mind started to wander and imagine all of the options you had. Then, you glanced over to the bench you used for shaving, “Wanna ride me?” He asked upon noticing where it was you had looked.

“Yeah, can I?”

“Of course.” He smirked.

And before you knew it you were sinking down onto his cock impatiently. You slightly hissed at the sting of the initial stretch but kept going, pushing through the slight discomfort. You loved the pain of the stretch as he tried to fit inside of you. You sometimes grew sad over the fact that it’d never feel like the first time you had sex again, you’d only been able to take half of him that first time and you’d been so tight around him that he came twice all over your pussy and tummy. Riding him was as close as you got to recreating that. You loved how full you felt when you rode him, how it felt like he was so big that he was penetrating up into your stomach, literally rearranging your guts. It made you breathless and cock drunk so quickly. He was holding you up a good amount because the bench wasn’t as big as it looked, so you were struggling and your knees were starting to hurt and you couldn’t touch his big, taut muscles like you hoped you could.

“Fuck this, lets get out.” You panted impatiently and he lifted you up like you were nothing, holding you to his body as he quickly shut the water off, shampoo and all still in your hair. You stumbled into the bedroom and barely made it to the bed. He just sat and you started grinding away at him. You pushed his chest back and he got the hint and laid back as you started to ride him a bit harder. 

“Put your arms behind your head for support.” You said and he did so.

“Like this?” He asked and you nodded quickly. His glorious arm muscles were on full display and you could see how even his lats were nice and toned.

“Flex for me.” You requested and he did and you groaned loudly. You just wanted to bite into his biceps.

“You’re so fucking hot, daddy. So big and strong, always take such good care of me.” You panted as you rode him. Your hands roamed his chest and abs, feeling the firmness of his muscles, tracing the dip between his pecs with your index fingers and then going between his abs like you were tracing through a little maze. You started grinding in a way that he could plunge against your g-spot and he moaned over you as he felt his tip up against your spot and his eyes squeezed shut for a second.

“Fuck, right there…I’m…I’m gonna come soon.” He warned and you smirked.

“So fast?” You teased and he chuckled before wrapping his arms around you and squeezing your body tight.

“You want my cum don’t you? So what does it matter?” He asked and you melted at his question. Normally you wouldn’t mind if he came soon, you didn’t necessarily need orgasms for sex to be worth it for you. What got you off was the vibe. His energy, being present and in tune with him, making each other feel good, relishing in the intimacy of the moment. But right now, you did want to come around him.

“I want to come.” You whined softly and he suddenly flipped you back to missionary and thrust deeper into you until you gasped and pinched your eyes closed for a second.

Harry knelt up to have a better range of motion and he started going deep and slow. You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you, it was absolute bliss. Over and over his tip was colliding with that spot inside of you that ached and felt like ecstasy at the same time. He then slid one of his hands up your tummy until he was reaching for your breast. He groped and squeezed and felt at it in his hand. You reached for his arms and just caressed his arm. You traced up his fingers and then felt over his forearm, you were obsessed with how solid it was. Then, you worked your way up his bicep, squeezing his muscles, feeling his strength. Then, you lightly raked your nails from the butterfly inked above his abs all the way down to where your bodies were connected. His skin was littered in goosebumps and his movements stuttered.

“Fuck…” he groaned lowly and you glanced up at him, “It’s too much, baby. I’m so close!” He warned again and you smirked. Just getting to be close and feel him like this was working you up to his level. Watching him be so affected by your feather light touches was doing you in. You tickled up his other arm and he shuddered as he squeezed over your breast harder than before and you intentionally squeezed your walls around his cock. You took the time to feel it all; how he felt inside of you, how his damp skin was getting warmer and warmer the closer he got to coming. How every time you bucked up with him, your clit would bump against his pelvis, that’s how close you were. It was pushing you to the edge, you were teetering on it! 

“Me too! I’m so close, daddy!” You moaned and he started going a bit faster and you moaned breathily, “Fuck, right there! Just like that, don’t stop!” You pleaded. He was locked in on this place until he felt your thighs starting to tremble around his hips. He lowered himself and kissed you deeply.

“You’ve been so good, haven’t you, my love? Taking such good care of yourself so that you can have my baby?” He asked.

“Yeah, daddy!” You whined out.

“Fuck, I hope this is the one…” he groaned and you moaned again. “You’re squeezing so tight…shit, come for me. Come on my cock, baby.” He grunted through his hard thrusts and the tight coil of pleasure finally gave way and that tight feeling in your body started to come undone. Your hips thrusted against his without any concern for the pace he’d set as the pleasure just racked through you and wiped you out like a tidal wave. You could feeling it consuming ever nerve ending from the top of your head and down to your toes. You hugged him close to your body, letting your hands roam down his back and squeeze his ass, pushing him even deeper until he couldn’t go any further inside of you. 

“Please, put your baby in me! Come inside me, baby. Come inside me, breed me!” You whimpered and he groaned as he started to deliver hard, unforgiving thrusts as his sperm shot deep into you. The sounds coming from where your bodies were joined were absolutely filthy but you loved them. You loved that there was so much of his sperm that it made a squelchy mess for you that could be heard. You were twitchy and trembly as he filled you to the brim but that didn’t stop him from slipping out and getting on the ground to lick up your cunt. His tongue flicked at your clit until you were crying out in over stimulation as you came again. 

Your abdominal muscles were putting in work as your orgasm rippled through you, your spasming walls started to push out some of his sperm but he was not about to let any of it go to waste. 

“Nuh-uh, this cum is for you.” He mumbled lowly as his fingers slid down to about your perineum before he smeared them over your entrance carefully to get it back in you. Just knowing that the slight gape of your tight little hole was caused by his big cock made him want to fuck you all over again. He stretched you open a bit more and was able to see his cum stuffed inside of you, right to the brim. “Fuck, there’s so much of it.” He chuckled lowly as you twitched beneath him. He then laid back down and had you drape your legs over his just to keep you at an incline.

“Think we did it this time?” You asked and he smiled before kissing the back of your hand.

“Think so… but as much as I want to have a baby with you, I wouldn’t mind if it takes a little while longer. I love fucking you like this.” He chuckled his confession and you did as well. 

“This is not the position you want me in if you want this to take longer to accomplish.” You pointed out and he laughed a bit and then got up and leaned over you to kiss you slowly. You hugged him close and rubbed over his back soothingly. You wrapped your legs around him and trapped him against your body, koala style. He laughed at your silliness as he tried to pull back. “Not yet.” You pouted.

“Baby, we need to finish our shower.” He reminded. “Come on…I’ll fuck you again after. Really make it stick.” He said with a suggestive tone and you loosened your grip around him enough for him to pull back.

“I am obsessed with you.” You said and he smiled, “I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. I wouldn’t want to.” You added softly and tenderly before arching up to kiss him deeply.

“As am I, my love. And I promise, we’re gonna keep trying as long as it takes.” He assured you. “And all through it I’m going to take such good care of you. I’ll keep you safe. S’my job, as your husband to do that. My favorite job in the world.” He smiled as he looked at you lovingly.

“I love you so much.” You hummed.

“Love you.” He whispered.

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Life had taken an extremely eventful turn for both, you and Harry in the last few months. For Harry, the opportunity to expand his business had risen very suddenly. The unit beside the brewery was a boxing gym and they had outgrown the space. Harry worked out there sometimes so he was friends with the owners and when they decided to relocate they asked him if he was interested in buying the space before they put it on the market. After talking about it with you and crunching some numbers he had bought it and now was in the middle of renovating. Obviously, this took a lot of his time and Harry had been really busy with the brewery as of late and it would stay that way for a few more months.

He had big plans for this expansion. He was going to expand his beer selection and also start working on brewing three of his own beers. The brewing portion was the first thing they were getting set up for the inspection and licensing process so that he could start fermenting his own brews on site. You were so proud of him and everything that he was doing but you missed having him around as much as you had previously. His expansion project pushed you to become an adjunct for an art class at the community college to bring some money in and also stay busy, so you truly hadn’t been smothering each other as much as you normally were.

On top of things shifting in your work lives, you had learned that you weren’t ovulating every cycle. You’d always assumed that if you had a period you had ovulated, but apparently that was not at all the case. It took you nearly six months with no success at pregnancy before you went to the doctor and had some tests done. Your hormones were a bit out of whack, thankfully no abnormalities had been found, so you had just been taking some medication to help block estrogen receptors and encourage the release of an egg each cycle. You had been on this treatment for three months now and you were very optimistic about it. More than ever before you felt and recognized the phases of your cycle more markedly, especially when you ovulated or were getting close. Sure, you were a naturally horny person to begin with but this was something else. It was like you had no resolve whatsoever. And despite the decrease in scheduled baby-making time because of your busy schedules, these changes had led to far more spontaneity in your sexual life with Harry. Like now…

“Baby…” Harry laughed breathily as you pulled him into the bathroom of the little bridal cottage of the vineyard you were currently at for a friend’s wedding. “Wh-what if Darci comes back for something and-”

“She’s not. She’s busy fake-crying at the toasts.” You assured him as you reached for his belt buckle. Harry chuckled into your kiss and his laugh morphed into a raspy groan as you slid your hand down the front of his slacks and groped over his semi-erection. You loved the way his cock fattened up so fast for you. As much as having a taste made your mouth water, you needed him inside of you and rearranging your guts more. “Please fuck me, daddy. I’m so fucking horny for you.” You said in a small voice as you peered up at him. Those, pretty eyes holding such an innocent look in them absolutely melted him to his core.  

He smirked at your request, “Need my big cock, baby?”

You nodded in response, “Yes, daddy. So bad.”

“Alright, but we have to be quick, okay? You can come the first chance you get, alright?” You nodded in understanding.

Before you knew it Harry had you bent over the counter, your hands holding your bunched up dress in tight fists with your thong stuffed in your mouth because you could not keep it down while Harry fucked into you impossibly deep from behind. Your legs were trembling so much that Harry was basically holding you up. It was hard for you to come standing up and when Harry realized that you were struggling to come he quickly picked you up and set you down on the empty counter space and plunged back into you.

“Fuck…I’m obsessed with your tight, little pussy, baby.” Harry muttered as he thrust in and out a few times. He then started swiveling his hips a bit more and it was making your head spin. The tip of his cock was rubbing into your g-spot with each gyration of his hips, it was making your eyes roll back as you rubbed at your clit steadily. “Shit, you squeeze so fucking tight! Fuck baby, squeeze m’cock…yeah, come for me. Come on daddy’s big dick.” He encouraged you through your muffled curses. Your body shivered as these tingling feelings radiated all over your body from the deepest part of your core, right where the tip of Harry’s cock was colliding and out towards your extremities. It was causing your orgasm to draw out far longer than you were accustomed to. 

“H-Harry!” You mumbled against the fabric in your mouth as the overstimulation made your legs start to visibly shake. Harry smirked down at you devilishly, his eyes dark with lust and excitement over wrecking you like this. You had the most worn out and tortured look in your eyes, it was going to push you over the edge again. “Fuuuuck!” You groaned in desperation. You couldn’t help but let out a whine, thankfully it was muffled. But he literally saw as your mind went blacn as the sopping, velvety walls of your pussy constricted his throbbing erection. Your eyes rolled back before your body started to tremble as your orgasm started to take you out.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Squirt on my cock…” he encouraged as you literally burst at the seams from the pleasure that was coursing through you. You were just seeing white hot ecstasy behind your closed eye lids. Your skin was covered in goosebumps as he continued fucking into you in long and deep strokes as he sought after his own orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come so deep inside of you. Gonna flood your little cunt with my cum.” He mumbled as he pressed his forehead against yours. He moaned from deep in his throat as his rhythm started to falter until he was blowing his load inside of you. “Fuck, there it is…” he mumbled softly as his orgasm started to course through his body. Harry’s knees were nearly buckling as he came undone. You were clinging to his shoulders, nails biting deliciously into his skin through his silky dress shirt. Your head was rolled back as you just saw spots on the bathroom ceiling. Harry grunted lowly as he gave a few more thrusts before holding himself inside of you. He gently pulled his upper body back and tucked your hair behind your ear with one hand before plucking your thong out of your mouth with the other. “You alright?” He asked softly.

“Course.” You whispered with a smile. “Sorry for…kinda shoving you in here.” You chuckled breathily and he grinned.

“That’s alright. It’s not like I didn’t want to…” he hummed and you giggled before kissing him gently. Your kiss deepened and after a few minutes you were pulling apart when his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He sighed and ensured you were steady before stooping down to grab it. “It’s Ted.” He mumbled.

“Mmm…” you smirked and he chuckled. Ted was one of Harry’s friends who had moved out of state and returned for this wedding. They weren’t close according to Harry but Ted apparently had an entirely different perception of their friendship. You could’ve sworn he had a crush on him, but Harry didn’t think so because he was sure he was straight. Regardless of what Ted was, he was really intent on reconnecting with Harry and he’d agreed to go to the bourbon and cigar bar which would open after the toasts. “They’re probably about to open the bourbon bar.” You reminded him.

“God…I shouldn’t drink any more or we can’t get back to the hotel.”

“I’ll drive. I’ve only had three glasses of wine and don’t want more. With a little dancing later I’ll be good to go.” You assured him.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, honey.” You smiled and he leaned in to kiss you again, “Jus’not too much, ‘kay? I need you to fuck me again when we get back to the room.” You added and he smirked.

“Mmmm, if anything, being a little buzzed for it would make it better.” He said and you rolled your eyes, “You don’t believe me but you’ll see.”

“It’s just you do this thing where you try to find the sweet spot and when you arrive there you don’t hold off long enough before you start up again and next thing you know you’re passed out in my lap for an hour and my arms and chest are itching all over for the next week from being in the sun too long.” You explained. Harry might own a brewery but he was a complete lightweight when it came to alcohol.

“That was one time.” He chuckled.

“Actually, that was just one example. I’ve got five more.” You said with a smug smirk.

“Alright, I’ll be mindful, baby.” He appeased you.

“Thanks.” You hummed as you wiped your smeared lipgloss from around his mouth.

You quickly cleaned up and Harry got back into his trousers before you were rushing back to the reception tent. It had cooled down pleasantly and you were enjoying the short stroll back with Harry, hand in hand. As soon as you were within eye-shot of your assigned table Ted stood and waved you both down as if you’d been gone for ages or lost.

“He’s so fucking eager.” Harry mumbled as you approached the table.

“He missed you.” You said sweetly.

“I’m telling you, we weren’t that close so it’s a little weird.” Harry reiterated.

“It’ll be fine.” You said.

“Where’d you two wander off to?” Ted asked with a chuckle as soon as you two stepped up to the table.

“On a little stroll so we could make out.” Harry said as he squeezed over your hip and you scoffed before playfully rolling your eyes.

“Harry.” You mumbled and he just smirked down at you. 

“That’s understandable.” Ted responded as he smiled at you when you looked over at him. When you realized that he had really just said that you chuckled a bit uncomfortably before averting your eyes and Harry was stunned into silence for a few seconds before you squeezed over his hand on your hip and he glanced down to you.

“Well ummm…have fun at the bourbon thing.” You said and he offered you a soft smile.

“Sure you don’t want to come?” He asked you.

“That’s alright.” You assured him and tip-toed to hug him. “Just take this man with you.” You whispered to him and Harry chuckled as he kissed your cheek.

“C’mon on Styles, no need for the formal send off! S’not like she’s gonna get snatched away.” Ted said and you were glad you were facing away from him because the face you made would give away your slight annoyance at this comment from Ted.

“Take him. Please.” You implored and he giggled before you two pulled away. As they headed off with Fabian, the other guy at your table, Ted briefly glanced back at you. You saw it from your peripheral vision.

“I think Ted’s got a crush on you.” The woman beside you, Gaia, said.

“Oh god…I thought he had a crush on Harry. I’ve been teasing him about it all evening.” You said and the other ladies giggled.

“It’s because you kinda look like his ex. She was like, the one that got away.” Heidi, the woman across the table explained.

“Oh…” you hummed in understanding. 

“Yeah, so sorry about him. He’s not usually like that, he’s just had a bit much to drink.” She explained. 

You could understand that, so you didn’t want to make too big of a fuss but it had made you a bit uneasy in the moment. When Harry returned almost an hour later he was pink in the cheeks with a dopey smile on his face, and lidded eyes. You couldn’t help but shake your head as he approached. 

“Baby, lets dance.” He said as he extended his hand to you and you immediately stood and shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over your bag on your chair before walking off with him.

Harry pulled you out onto the dance floor and you immediately started to sway to Tony Bennett’s rendition of “The Way You Look Tonight”. You were both singing softly as you swayed together, gazes glued to each others. You often felt lucky to have him as your husband and it was happening right now. You giggled before reaching up to grab his face and kiss him. Your lips met in a deep and loving kiss before parting.

“Love you, honey.” You mumbled and he pecked your lips again.

“Love you too.” He whispered. “So…Ted asked me if we would be open to a threesome.”

“Jesus.” You scoffed and he chuckled.

“So…is that a no?” He asked and you rolled your eyes at his feigned disappointment.

“Shut up…” you muttered and he laughed lowly. 

“I actually almost hit him over it. Had to remind myself he’s piss drunk to stop myself.” He explained. “And well…don’t want to do anything to fuck up Darci and Tim’s big day.”

“Well, I’m proud of you for having that self control.” You smiled. “Besides, Ted’s not even my type.”

“I know. Too straight.” He said and you laughed aloud, disturbing the romantic environment of the dance floor. A few of the couples around you shot you irritated glares and you whispered an apology as Harry shook with laughter.

“Oh, you’re too funny, baby. That was very clever.” you assured him through your soft giggles.

“I know…” he said smugly. “It’s true though.” He said and you giggled.

“Would you ever want to do that? Have a threesome?” You asked quietly.

“My body tells me yes, but my gut says no.” he said, “I just don’t think I could handle it. I don’t want to see anyone else on you. And I would hate for you to see me with someone else like that.” He explained, “I just wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself.” He added.

“Yeah…same.”

“Why did you hesitate, then?” He called you out with a knowing grin and you giggled.

“I mean, I’d feel guilty fucking someone else in front of you. But I wouldn’t mind seeing you fuck someone else.” You explained.

“Oh…didn’t peg you as a cuck.” He chuckled and you scoffed. “Hey, that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re inadequate. It just means that it turns you on to watch me fuck someone else.” He explained.

“Oh…well, wouldn’t that actually make me a voyeur?”

“No, because it’s not watching anyone that turns you on. It’s that watching me fuck turns you on.”

“Oh…then yeah, you’re right.” You conceded and he smirked. “But it doesn’t even necessarily have to be fucking someone else. I mean, it’s just you. You turn me on. A lot.” You giggled, “To the extent that if you ever feel like getting yourself off around the house feel free to do so.” You said with a grin. 

“Noted.” He smirked. 

“You better not fall asleep tonight.” You warned him lowly. You were still very turned on and you needed more from him.

“I won’t.” He assured you and you tutted, “Honey, I won’t.” He insisted and you smiled.

“Okay…” you hummed with some reservation.

Sure enough, Harry passed out on the drive back to your hotel from the venue. It took nearly five minutes to get him lucid enough to get up to the room and washed up before he undressed and plopped into bed. When you finally got into bed after a quick shower, you leaned back into the mountain of pillows and turned on the TV. The noise seemed to make Harry gain some consciousness and he requested that you play with his hair. That’s how you ended up with Harry’s head on a pillow in your lap with your fingers threading through his thick curls as you mindlessly watched some Lucy Show reruns until you passed out.

After you and Harry hadn’t been as sexually active as before it wasn’t odd for you to have spicy dreams when you’d been left sexually frustrated. So when you felt a lovely little flame of pleasure licking away in the depths of your core you just eased into the feeling. You were teetering between being awake and asleep which made it feel all the more real. But when you felt your legs being parted by Harry’s hands you started to stir. And then, Harry was smooching down your stomach, making you a bit impatient as he hovered over your mons and continue nuzzling up against it as his fingers rubbed against the crotch of your shorts. 

“Hurry up.” You mumbled groggily and he chuckled but proceeded to grip the band of your shorts and pulled them down. You helped him a bit by raising your hips and once they were out of the way he delved in eagerly. His tongue felt magnificent on you, it didn’t take long before your pussy was becoming all slick and fluttery with the things his mouth was doing to you. 

Every inch of you was on high alert and feeling each and every wave of pleasure that started to ripple from your core and towards the rest of your body. The closer you got to your climax that more intense it felt until your muscles were growing tense and you reached the peak and then he waited a second too long and your almost orgasm slowly started to fizzle out. You couldn’t help but whine out at the loss, but it was just another second before he was back to your clit and flicking it over and over with his tongue until you were right there again, you were expecting it this time so it didn’t upset you as much, but you were still annoyed. Edging? At this hour? Especially when you had gone to bed so horny for him, it was criminal, but he could use you whenever and however he well pleased, so you decided to not complain about it until you couldn’t handle it any longer.

“Daddy, please…” you whined after your fourth almost orgasm. You were lamenting the loss as the euphoria just faded from your reach…all that potential gone.

“I’m going, honey. I’ve got an aching boner so m’not gonna last too long. I wanted to let you have your fun before I get in there. Still owe you for last night.” He reasoned and you smiled down at him.

“You are forgiven, just make me come.” You huffed.

Harry smiled before pressing himself up and well yeah, his cock was standing straight up, despite it’s size and weight. It was also looking a slightly painful shade of deep pink. Your mouth watered as he stroked his foreskin over his tip and then back down. You nearly whimpered as his lovely, fat tip came back into view. You wanted to suck on it until you were slurping the cum right out of him. You had always been a bit of a cum slut, but now that your hormones were acting more or less how they should, well your craving for his cum was something else entirely. You wanted to taste it, or feel it pooling at your lower tummy, or squirting on your face or breasts. You liked how much he came and how you could feel each twitch of his cock shooting it inside of you when he fucked you from the back. You loved how warm it was and how he did the most to ensure it tasted as good as it could for you. You love the consistency of it and got turned on by seeing it slowly oozing from your stretched out little hole. The thought of him busting inside of you made you so feral so you did not care if it was fast or not, you just wanted to feel him inside of you.

“How do you want me?” He asked you.

“Do it from behind.” You requested and you both grinned at each other before you flipped over.

Harry stuffed a pillow beneath your hips before guiding his hot and stiff cock between your slimy and warm folds a few times to let your arousal coat his cock. You were desperate to feel his girth stretching your entrance. And when he finally pushed the tip in you braced yourself for him to plunge the rest of the way in but he stopped. You could feel his fingers digging hard into your hips. You were just about to tell him to stop teasing but then your felt his cock start to twitch hard as a breathy and slightly distressed “fuck” slipped past his mouth.

“D-did you just come?” You asked in shock through a giggle and Harry groaned.

“Yep.” He admitted with a huff, “M’sorry hon, it just felt so good inside of you. Was edging myself for a while before I woke you.” He explained.

“Oh…well now you have to keep going ‘cause I haven’t come.” You said as you glanced back at him.

“I know.” He assured you, “Just…just gimme a minute here, it’s so sensitive!” He yelped and groaned before smacking your ass playfully. You had squeezed your walls nice and hard around his sensitive cock and it completely caught him off guard. You laughed a bit as you relaxed your muscles completely and he sighed in relief. “So fucking mean.” He grumbled. “Fuck you.” He chuckled lowly and you giggled again.

“I had to. S’pay back for last night.” You reminded him.

“This is me paying you back for last night.” He reminded.

“Really? Blowing your load the second you put it in?” You teased and he chuckled.

“Touché.” He replied and you grinned. 

“S’alright, very amusing though. Just go slow.” You said softly and he hummed and pushed his length in a bit further into you before drawing out. You could feel him shivering a bit as he tried to keep himself composed but you loved that. “Give me more, daddy. Want to feel your big cock all the way inside. Love it when I’m stuffed with you.” You uttered seductively and he groaned as he fought against the sensitivity he was feeling in order to sink back inside your pussy. 

You felt nothing but relief when Harry started setting a steady pace, still a bit slow for how horny you were so you started to push back to meet his thrusts. Then you wedged your hand between your body and the pillow and with your own movements started humping your clit against the heel of your palm to get some friction to the throbbing little bundle. Harry felt your hips moving beneath him and held still to allow you to take over and go at your pace. Your  heart started to pound faster and your moans to climb in pitch with each prod of Harry’s fat, leaking tip to your g-spot.

“Oh fuck, you’re so good, daddy. Your cock is so good.” You slurred, starting to get drunk on the pleasure you felt simmering in your blood. He had pushed past the point of the sensitivity now and just needed to come again. He needed you to go faster, he was going to lose his damn mind. 

“Faster, honey. Go a little faster for me.” He encouraged you and you started to shift back a bit faster. 

Harry’s hands smoothed up the sides of your thighs and over your butt. He squeezed and groped a bit before gripping around your waist and then leaning forward to grab your jiggling breast in his right hand. You moaned as he started to tug and gently pinch your nipple. In moments your breath started to shallow as you started to approach your climax. That lovely pulsating feeling that was running through started to increase in intensity. Your body started to grow hotter and your limbs to tense. You moaned and let your upper body just fall into the pillows before you as you started to give in to the feelings. Harry watched the way your spine curved so beautifully as you kept your ass up for him. He watched your free hand clench the covers tightly while you played with your clit with your other hand. Harry groaned and reached into your hair, grabbing a fistful and gripping it tight to keep you in that position. He mustered up whatever strength he had left and pulled your ass tighter against his front as he plunged deep into your dripping cunt with the most brutal and unforgiving thrust. Your brain blanked for a moment and gasped as he you felt him collide with what to you felt like a totally new spot.

“Fuck me hard, daddy…Make me ache!” You supplicated and Harry moaned at the whiny tone of your voice and the light slur you spoke with. 

With your body bent the way it was it was already a little hard to breathe, but he had effectively knocked more air out of you with that first thrust. He released your hair and gripped your hips hard as he continued his merciless domination of you as you rubbed your clit in quick but precise little swipes. Side to side, side to side. So fast that the tingle in your core started to travel down your legs until your toes were curling for a second as your body tensed up. Then you felt it traveling up, making your tummy and chest tighten impossibly. When the feeling finally made it to your head you completely lost yourself.

“I’m coming!” You gasped before you buried your face into the bed to muffle your lewd and uncontainable moans. 

Your were feeling relief and ecstasy as your body rode this perfect wave of euphoria. It was so easy to overdo it and you had. Your legs had started to tremble but you couldn’t stop rubbing, it felt too good. Even more so with Harry giving you his cock as hard as he was. It hurt so good that you were drooling. You were going to come again. And surely enough, just moments later you shrieked in shock as Harry held you down on his cock while he started to come with a deep grunt. You were a goner in that moment, completely fucked out. The feeling of him being that deep all while you rubbed your clit past the point of comfort was making you dizzy as you came on his dick. He could feel your pussy throbbing hard around his girth, it was dragging out his orgasm. He needed more of you. He wiggled in a little deeper until he brushed again your cervix, you tensed up and then he pulled back before he did it again and again as you held so perfectly still but remained so tense at the overwhelming feeling. He then shifted a bit and laid over you and you gasped as this made him drive in as deep as was possible. 

“T-too deep!” You winced and he smirked and dropped more of his weight over you causing you to whine lowly and tighten your fist around the covers again.

“You said t’make it ache. So that’s what I’m doing, baby.” He said lowly, lips swiping your shoulder before he planted a gentle smooch to your warm skin. He then dropped the rest of his weight over you and your eyes squeezed shut as your brain went blank in response. “You’re gonna feel me for days, baby. Thoroughly fucked. Cute little cunt all wrecked.” He mumbled and you nodded. “Pussy bred.” He added. You could hear the smirk in his voice and smiled as well.

“Thank you, daddy.” You mumbled, drunk on him and his cock and the cocktail of pleasant neurotransmitters firing around in your brain. 

“You’re welcome, baby.” He hummed in satisfaction. 

And as you laid there in the postcoital bliss you were glad that you’d be staying an extra day before flying back down to LA. You’d rented yourself a vintage luxury car for the weekend and were just treating this as a romantic getaway since you’d both been so busy lately. When you looked at the clock you saw that it was barely 7:30am, you had your first wine tasting reservation in a couple hours and then an early dinner planned before settling in the for the night since you’d be flying out the following morning. You had agreed to get really into this wine tasting afternoon when you’d booked it so you two had dressed up in a vintage, old-money aesthetic. Plus, driving the sleek, light blue, topless, 1963 Mercedes 300 SL roadster through the seemingly endless sea of vegetation really fed the aesthetic you were going for. 

“God, I love California so fucking much. Never gonna leave.” Harry had said to you as he drove you two to your next destination. 

Your had so much fun at your activities with Harry without a care in the world for anything else that was going on. It was just you two again talking, making memories, and sharing things you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk about yet. The way he ogled you and touched you and flirted with you was reminiscent of when he was first trying to get you to fall in love with him. All all throughout dinner he’d been asking about you and how you were doing now that you were working again and you had just finished telling him that you felt that it was going well and that you really liked all of your students.

“I’m glad your class is going well, baby. Just…don’t fuck a student.” He cautioned, “Bad idea.” He added lowly and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Okay…I’m gonna need to press for more information regarding this sudden, unsolicited advice?” You probed with a smile.

“I just…have experience in this area.”

“What?! Since when have you taught?” You asked him in surprise.

“Not me.” He scoffed, “Well, yes me, but I was the student.” He said. Your jaw dropped, you were genuinely gobsmacked for a few seconds. Learning that little Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes here had fucked a teacher was not on your bingo card.

“I need you to tell me all of it.” You said with an excited grin when your brain finally proceeded the information. Harry chuckled but got to sharing the anecdote.

Apparently, during the summer before Harry’s second year at university he turned into the statuesque, god-like being he is now. All baby fat gone, bone structure and musculature carved immaculately by god herself. And in turn he got very confident very fast, he had said cocky, but you couldn’t picture Harry being unironically cocky. He then shared that he had been single for nearly a year after his first relationship and really just wanted to fuck so he got on an app and started seeking someone out. He was in a college town, it was a small community, so he lied and said he was not a student at the local university. And well, she lied about not being a professor at said university and they met up and hit it off quickly so they hooked up. 

They were a consistent hook up, maybe once a month, two or three if they were particularly needy, but they had agreed it was just sex for a few reasons. First and foremost their age difference, she didn’t intend to be dating a teenager. He was 19 and she was 35. But as time went on she started to like him more. Suddenly she didn’t mind that he was 19, in fact, she found it more refreshing because he listened to her, respected her, and apparently men in their 30’s and 40’s could hardly keep it up for twenty minutes. They were a good match sexually and after five months of getting to know each other and hooking up she told him she was in love with him. Obviously, Harry let her down gently but she took it very hard. A few weeks of radio silence later she tried to start things up again, despite her knowing Harry had no deeper feelings for her. He rejected her multiple times because he didn’t want to lead her on but it was getting hard to because he really was attracted to her. So he was glad that school was starting up again and he’d be more busy and he’d have more excuses to avoid her. 

That was all going to plan until the Thursday evening of the first week of school. Harry shared that he hadn’t been paying too much attention when he’d walked into the lecture hall because he was walking in right at starting time. He quickly found a seat in the aisle seat of the second row since everything else was quite full. He still had one AirPod in as he waited for the last minute of his podcast episode to end as he started to settle in and unpack his things. Simultaneously, she had started going down the class roster so he hadn’t clearly made out her voice either, he had the time anyway since his surname started with S. Harry recalled that he had just glanced up to the front of the class at the sound of his name and when their eyes met she just froze for a moment before glancing down at the sheet in her hand again. She apparently barely got through his name from the mere shock and mortification of it all. Apparently after that class ended she resigned, so he had no idea what had come of her.

“Jesus…you’re a whole ass career ruiner!” You exclaimed and he nodded.

“Yeah. See, bad idea.” He reiterated.

“Welp, there’s not any cute students in my class anyway. Well…maybe they are cute, but just cute, you know? They look so small and juvenile, s’not really my type anymore. I quite like how manly you are.” You said and he chuckled.

“You mean mature.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, that too I guess. But regardless, you do it for me just fine.” You assured him and he smirked.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He hummed before kissing the top of your hand. “Look, I know that we’ve been a little distant lately.” He started, “But I will make more time for us.”

“Well, we’ve both been busy and-” 

“It’s not that.” He said and your brows creased as you nodded, urging him to finish, “I know that we’re trying to start a family, but when we’ve had sex I feel like I’ve just been using you.” He expressed and you pouted, “Like yesterday, it’s been all fast and spontaneous, like whenever the opportunity arises. And I know you gave me the permission to do that but because I’ve been so busy it just feels…different.” He explained, “It’s hot, I mean it always is with us, but I want to be more intentional about it. Specially when we’re also doing it to make a family together.” He said and you smiled. “So I will try to be more present and to make more effort for us.” He promised.

“Thank you, baby. But believe me, I understand that what you’re doing with this expansion is also for our future.” You assured him and he smiled and nodded. “Like, I know it’s also for your self-fulfillment and with your own beers it’ll be something you’re doing for fun too, but that’s alright with me. Seeing you happy professionally is also important to me.” 

“Thank you for being so supportive and understanding, my love. As always.” He smiled and you squeezed his hand in yours.

In the end, this is what you loved about your relationship with Harry and also why your marriage worked. You were both so considerate of each other, so thoughtful. You had no idea when you would finally get pregnant, but you were just so excited for it because Harry would be the most incredible dad. He showed you every single day how much love lived inside of him, you were certain it would be boundless with your baby whenever they came.

…. A COUPLE MONTHS LATER ….

Harry had kept his word and did prioritize making more time for the two of you. You’d decided to do a sort of book-club thing together. You both read the same book and would have a date every Thursday night to talk about it and how your week had been going. You usually helped out at the brewery on the weekends, but had started to do more of that in the last few weeks since Harry was starting to work the flavor profiles for his beers and was quite consumed with that a lot of the time. Like this particular weekend, Harry was out visiting a few brewing labs around so-cal with Jeremy and you had stayed behind to run the brewery. 

On Monday though, he would have the opportunity to make a small sample batch of possible types of beers and flavors he wanted at one of the labs. You were bummed about missing this part of Harry’s process but you had an appointment to check your hormone treatment that you could not miss. Any imbalance in hormones could tip you back into not ovulating as you were supposed to and you didn’t want to risk that which he fully understood, so you both agreed that you were okay with missing these things for each other. 

Your appointment was early so that you could get back home and hop on zoom for a few hours to hold some virtual office hours and grade a bit. You were just waiting for Dr. Zelaya to come in and when she finally did with a big smile you immediately perked up.

“Y/N, guess whaaaat?” She sang as she came in and closed the door behind her.

“It worked?” You asked with an excited smile and she nodded.

“Oh, it worked! You’re pregnant!” She shared with an excited smile and your jaw dropped.

“I am?” You asked in disbelief.

“You are, lovely. ” She confirmed and your eyes immediately welled up. 

“Oh my god!” You finally exclaimed and cried tears of joy. Dr. Zelaya chuckled as she grabbed the tissue box and handed it to you “That’s such excellent news!” You sniffled through your chuckles of excitement.

“Yes. Congratulations! Now, if you don’t have more time today we can set another appointment for an ultrasound and see how far along things are. But if you can push things off I had a cancellation for 11:30 and can squeeze you in?” She offered.

“Oh yeah, I’ll come back! Besides, I skipped breakfast because I woke up late.” You confessed.

“Happens to the best of us.” She assured you. “So I’ll let the nurse know you’ll be back in a little while. And may I recommend you try the Marmalade Cafe, it’s on Ventura, right after Kester. They have a delicious chorizo Benedict, there’s a vegan chorizo option too if you’re of my persuasion.”

“Ooh, I’m not vegan but you guys do seem to have some the best foods.” You said and she giggled.

“Yeah, things have gotten really impressive on that front.” She nodded as she finished typing a few things on the computer. “Alright, I’ll see you back in about 2 hours for your first ultrasound. Will your husband join?”

“He’s actually out of town on a business trip. But I want to have pictures for him for when he gets back tonight.” You explain.

“Oh, he’ll love that. What a nice surprise for him to come home to.”

“Exactly.” You added with a smile. You chatted a bit more before you headed off. 

It was genuinely so hard for you not to call Harry right away and tell him the good news, you were bursting at the seams. You also wondered how everything at the flavor trials was going, you were genuinely disappointed that you were missing such an important milestone in this process for him. He really wanted you to be a part of this because despite being married to him, you weren’t necessarily a beer girly. So he had said that he’d want your input on the three beers he wanted to have so that he could get a novice’s critiques on the beers. He also really valued your input as his life partner and you often helped him ask the difficult questions and things of that sort. Not that he wasn’t able to stick up for himself, but he never wanted to come off as insecure or maybe even difficult to work with, but you were so diplomatic about everything that he loved when you’d bring up the difficult or challenging things before he did. Regardless, you wanted to make up for not wanting to reschedule this appointment and this would definitely be the best thing to share with him to make it up. 

Before you knew it you were back at the doctor’s office and watching the monitor with tearful eyes again as the doctor pointed out the embryo to you.

“I’d say you’re about six, almost seven weeks along.” She shared with you and you nodded, “Have your periods been more or less regular?”

“Yeah, they vary a bit with the medication but honestly I have just been so busy that I lost track of my cycle this time around.” You explained.

“Okay, just making sure.” She said, “Everything is looking as it should. I know you’ve been taking such good care of yourself, so keep that up, s’good for the future baby.” She said and you nodded with a smile. 

Once you had your photos printed you headed off to get a dessert to share with Harry and a little picture frame for your sonogram picture. You were sure he’d want to keep his copy with him so you’d just break the news to him with your copy. You were just getting in when you saw Harry, freshly showered and making himself a sandwich in the kitchen as you came in from the garage. 

“Baby, hi!” He greeted you cheerfully.

“Hi!” You greeted with a bright and surprised smile, “What are you doing here?” You asked happily as you put everything down and hurried over to hug and kiss him quickly.

“We got to the tasting and I just couldn’t do it without you there. It just didn’t feel right to start the process without you. I rescheduled for two weeks from now and we can make a little weekend out of it? We went to this incredible sushi restaurant that I know you will die for.” He said and you giggled.

“Speaking of beer and sushi…” you said through a small chuckle, “I have some good news for you.” You teased and he smiled wide.

“Your treatment is going better than expected?” He asked and your brows raised.

“More than…” you said with a smile, “I’m pregnant!” You shouted with a huge smile and Harry’s features softened.

“Honey…” he said tenderly as he came up to you, “Yeah?” He asked for confirmation as he grabbed your face gently and you nodded. Your eyes started to well up when you saw the tears forming in his own eyes.

“Yeah. You’re gonna be a dad, H.” You confirmed and he dipped down to kiss you deeply before pulling back to hug you and hold you close.

“Oh, you just made my whole fucking year. My whole fucking life…” he hummed “I’m so happy I don’t even know what to say.” He chuckled as he swayed your bodies a bit and you laughed.

“I mean, same! I was so surprised when the doctor told me. It was very unexpected.” You explained through a happy giggle as you rubbed over his back, “I bought a slice of chocolate cake and framed a picture of the sonogram for you to see. Had a whole thing planned since I thought you were getting in later.” You disclosed and he let you go to allow you to grab the image of the sonogram. When you handed it over to him his tears definitely started to fall. 

  “I don’t even know what the fuck I’m looking at but I just know they’re already perfect.” He said through his sniffles and you laughed and then brought your hand up to the image.

“It’s right…shit, was it this thing or this one?” You questioned as you pointed between two different areas on the sonogram.

“Baby…” he huffed.

“I’m kidding! It’s this little smudge. I’m almost seven weeks along.” You shared as he set it down and then picked you up and spun you around happily as it finally hit him. You shrieked as your sandals were flung off by him spinning you.

“We did it!” He chanted a few times as you spun before he set you down on the counter. “Oh baby, you’re going to be phenomenal. Everyone at the brewery is going to be so happy when they see your bump coming in!” He said as he squeezed your thighs in excitement, “And well, I mean, I don’t care what we’re having, I just want to buy stuff and look at baby names immediately!” 

“We can do all that.” You giggled as he started to get a bit hyper over this but he was just so fucking pleased with the news. “We’re gonna be good at this.” You said softly and he nodded.

“Undoubtedly so.” He hummed as you ran your thumb over his cheek bone. “You’re really pregnant.” He chuckled again in slight disbelief. “I’m over the moon. I feel like I have super powers, like I could fly.” He chuckled.

“Please do not test that theory.” You joked and he sniggered.

“And here I thought I already loved you as much as I could.” He hummed and you grinned.

“Wait until we meet the baby.” You said and he sighed and smiled.

“It’s going to be so cool.” He hummed and you nodded and then your smile faded a bit.

“Thank you for being patient.”

“Oh, no…” he said, “Like any of that was in your control…”

“Well, if I had just listened to you from the beginning and gone to get checked we would’ve caught this sooner.” You acknowledged and he shook his head.

“None of that…it happened when it was supposed to. If it had happened sooner you’d be in the middle of that while we’re in the middle of this expansion. It would’ve been a lot of stress to deal with. I mean, maybe I would’ve even passed up on the opportunity if you were pregnant when they offered the unit to me.” He said and you sighed, “Besides, it can be scary to go and get these things checked out. There’s always a risk of receiving bad news and that’s anxiety-inducing. I understand, baby. But we finally did it.” He said and you nodded before kissing him deeply.

Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. Your legs wrapped around his body and you slightly pulled back from his lips.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, my love?” He asked.

“Can we eat the cake now?” You asked with a little grin and he chucked.

“Yeah, we can eat the cake.”

“I just have a simple request.”

“Shoot. Anything for m’girl.” He said with a smile.

“Put it in the microwave for like 20 seconds. Like when it’s all warm and melty.” You said and Harry smirked.

“You know what I like all warm and melty?” He said suggestively and you giggled and kissed him slowly for a moment. 

“Promise me we’ll be like this with each other forever?” You asked and he smiled, “Kids can be great but they can also change things with us.” You pointed out.

“You’re right.” He agreed, “But I want you to know that to me, you’re the top priority. Always.” He shared and your gaze softened, “Everything I do, I do with you in mind.” He shared, “I exist because you do.” He said and your heart melted in your chest as he said this, “And as long as you’re alive I will choose you every day. I’ll always be in love with you.” He assured you and as your glossy eyes met his you saw his sincerity and believed him. You grabbed his jaw and pulled him in for a searing kiss before pulling back, “Believe me, we were meant to do this together.” He assured you and in that moment you knew everything was going to be alright.

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