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Rich Part 21

Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. The truth is revealed and extenuating circumstances lead to y/n spilling the beans about her and Harry.

Warning: HELLA SMUT!! Daddy!kink, oral (f receiving), dirty talk (degradation and praise ofc), spanking, spitting kink, creampie, mentions of death (specifically a child) and grieving, poor mental health.

Word count: 17k+

Author's note: I recommend reading Part 20 before this one as it's a direct continuation! Part 22 already has 7k words written so I PROMISE you won't have to wait a month to read more of my babies. Enjoy 😚😚

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“Please… Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

His mouth slotted with yours like the final puzzle piece. Smooth and effortless, melting into you while his hand moved from your neck to grab onto your hair. He was simultaneously protecting your head from the door and tugging right at the root of your pretty hair. 

The sting had you whimpering into his mouth, hands through his hair and over his chest and just everywhere while you reached up on your tippy toes to kiss back harder. You quite liked feeling smaller than him and Harry loved being bigger than you. Taller than you. Pressing his full body weight into you until all you could feel was him. 

“I don’t… I don’t have much time.” You murmured into his mouth, gasping as the kiss broke and he let his mouth skirt over your jaw. You always did have a sensitive neck. It was a sweet spot for you and Harry knew that. At this point he had memorised all your erogenous zones and the little things he did that turned you on and considered himself an expert in how to take advantage of it. 

He was always learning new things about you. Every day he found new details about you and fell deeper in love because of it. 

“You do.” His smirk curled against your jaw and focused one hand on your hair to tug your head back while the other squeezed over your waist. 

“I really don’t. My parents will see my car and wonder where I am. They’d be offended I saw you before them.” 

“I think they’d be a little more than offended if they knew what you were doing here. Wouldn’t they, darling?” 

Your gasp got caught in your throat, muffled by a moan when he bared his teeth against your neck. His mouth cushioned lower, tracing over what felt like every single inch of your bare skin. 

“Probably.” You just hummed in response, letting your eyes flutter closed while you relaxed into the feeling of his soft, wet tongue over your neck. 

“What would they say if they knew you called me Daddy, hm? Bet your mother would faint, wouldn’t she? Her darling little y/n.” Harry pulled away so you could watch the way his lips wrapped around each syllable. He pressed his hand over your throat again, keeping you pinned there as he undid the bow of your sweatpants. “Come on, baby. Tell me what she’d say.” 

You didn’t think he’d want a response to that when it sounded so rhetorical. More like a tease than something he wanted you to respond back to. 

“I don’t know. I don’t even want to-” the words got stuck in your throat when you felt his nimble fingers slide along the waistband of your sweatpants. He smirked at your reaction, scanning every inch of your face while languidly stroking your lower belly. “-to think about it. It's mortifying.” 

His eye contact was making you want to pass the fuck out and when his fingers found the band of your underwear you nearly did. You had missed this. The cat and mouse game. The teasing. Though it usually took a lot longer than the time you had. 

“It’s not mortifying when you’re doing it, though. Is it, baby?” He cocked his head, maintaining eye contact as he started to trace over your underwear down towards your clit. You shook your head quickly, grabbing onto his forearms. 

“Words.” He warned. 

“No. No it isn’t.”

“Feels quite… good. Doesn’t it?” He pressed right over your clit, rubbing purposed circles. The friction of your underwear was driving you crazy. But you wanted more and you were a little conscious of the time. 

“You know it does.”

“I know.” He smirked, leaning in to kiss your neck again. “I make you feel good. Don’t I?”

The questions were making your head spin. “Yes… yes.”

The friction suddenly disappeared from your clit, but just as you were about to make a noise of disdain, his hands were hoisting your legs up around his waist and he was carrying you through the house to his dining room. He set you down on the edge of the table, reaching in to kiss you deeply just long enough to have you gasping and tugging at his hair.

The kiss broke and his mouth trailed down your neck again. You made a pretty little whimpering sound that had Harry smirking against your skin while he worked on removing your pants properly. 

“I love when you do that…” he groaned, nimble fingers sliding along the waistband of your sweats, tucking into them and your underwear at the same time before very easily pulling them down under your ass until they fell to your ankles. The cool air hit your clit instantly, sending a chill down your spine and the tension of your legs that only increased when Harry continued to talk dirty to you. “When you whimper all pretty for me… ‘s my favourite thing in the world. Never takes long either. Could just kiss you and you’d moan for me. Isn’t that right?” 

His question hung heavy in the hair but all you could focus on was the sight of him dropping to his knees before you to help guide your feet out of the bottom half of your clothing. 

“Uhuh.” You agreed haphazardly, sweeping your hand through his hair at the first touch of his lips against your knee. He kissed down your calf until that ankle was out of your pants then switched sides to do the other, this time kissing up from your ankle to your knee to the sensitive skin of your thigh.

“Why don’t I give you something proper to moan about, hm? Would you like that, pretty girl?” Harry let his lips brush against your skin while his hands ran up and down your legs, running his thumbs over your knees like he was about to pry your legs open and dive right in.

Every touch had you breathing heavier, already getting worked up just from a few little kisses. It didn’t help that you were already on edge from his earlier teasing and knowing that things would get a little rougher than usual only made you needier.

Sex always was a bit rougher when ‘daddy’ came into play. Harry took on the role in full force and took full control of the scene. He usually spanked you more, grabbed you more, fucked you harder. Fuck… you hoped he’d spit in your mouth too, maybe smack his ringed fingers over your clit. You could ask for it of course and he’d happily oblige (with a bit of teasing and degradation to accompany your request of course), but it was so much hotter when he just did it. When he owned you and treated you like a hole to use. 

“Yes.” You nodded eagerly, tugging his hair a little harder. He smirked and nipped at your thigh, grabbing your calves to pull you forward until your legs widened to fit him between them. Grabbing your face suddenly, he squeezed your cheeks roughly until you whined in pain. 

“Where are your manners, huh? I thought I taught you better than that.” He tutted, maintaining eye contact while he spit suddenly on the fingers on his other hand before reaching between your bodies to find your clit. Harry didn’t want to stop looking at your pretty eyes for a single second. The moment he found your clit he tapped against it roughly, making your back arch at the repeated sting of his fingers. His saliva only made it hurt more and yet you found yourself loving every second of it. 

“Shit.” You cursed, clutching onto his shoulders. The sting had your toes curling, knees dug into either side of his hips in an attempt to curb the ache. “Shit.”

“If you’re a good girl, y/n, you’ll get treated nicely. Don’t you know what happens if you’re not, hm?” He smirked, pressing his palm to your clit while sliding two fingers down through your labia. You were soaked, already dripping for him to do something. Anything. He circled his fingers over your entrance, pressing just enough to make that delicious whimper echo around his kitchen before he dragged them back up to your clit. “Or has it been that long since I put your attitude in check?”

Jesus fucking Christ. 

Harry repeated the same movements, torturously dragging up and down… up and down from your clit to your entrance without doing anything remotely close to satisfying. 

“‘M sorry. I’m sorry Daddy. I got… fuck” you cursed when he nudged over your clit again. It was just a game now, a sadistic little game to see how wet he could get you without actually giving much pleasure. “Excited.”

“Excited? Or selfish?” He cocked his head, grinding his palm to your clit while squeezing your face a little harder. “Being needy doesn’t give you an excuse to be ill mannered.”

“You’re right. I’m-I’m sorry. I’ll do anything. I’ll be good. I promise.” The words came out as a hushed whimper of strung together desperation. Harry was loving every second of it. 

“Yeah? You wanna be a good girl for me?”

“Yes. Please, Daddy.”

“Gonna let me do anything I want?”

“Anything. Anything.”

His cock stirred at the thought of being able to do anything to you. To have complete control over you. Of course, you truly had the power in the situation, but he loved that you chose to let him take the reigns. 

“Open your mouth.”

Harry slid his hand down to your jaw to give you space to move your mouth and as soon as you did, your lips parted just wide enough for him to spit right on your tongue. The sight was obscene. Your tongue sticking out to catch his saliva, his mark, his ownership. Your eyes were all glazed and pretty and you looked happy to take whatever he gave you. You were happy. 

He just couldn’t help himself, really. Couldn’t stop himself from getting a taste of your pretty mouth. It would’ve felt wrong not. You were his girl after all. His love. Kissing you was part of the job. 

Harry was quick to dart out and clasp his lips with yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth so he could rub his saliva over your tongue with his own. It was feral. Sloppy in the best way possible. He slid his tongue against yours, spreading his spit and the new saliva from your kiss everywhere.

You loved when he kissed you sloppy. When it was way too inappropriate for outside eyes. Something just for you. While his tongue told you exactly how he felt about you, he grabbed onto your hips and pulled you forward until you slid off the table, landing on your unsteady feet. 

“Take this off, yeah? Let me see how pretty you are.” He murmured, breaking the kiss just enough to speak while tugging upwards at the end of your t shirt.

You quickly obeyed and ripped your t shirt off, letting it land on the floor without care. You didn’t bother putting a bra on when you left Lucy’s, not when you were just going home and seeing Harry quickly - or at least you thought it would be quick - so you were left bare. Now you were grateful that you decided to do that, especially from the dark-eyed reaction you gained from your bare breasts being exposed to your lover.

“Fuck baby. Got the prettiest tits ever.” Harry cursed, palming over your exposed breasts while he connected your mouths again.

Your hands found home in his hair, reciprocating happily to his enthusiastic kissing. It was such a power imbalance being completely naked while he was still fully clothed. The anxious part of you hated it and felt so… small. Exposed. The bigger part of you, the one that got off on being submissive and degraded frothed over it. There was no feeling like his fully clothed body against your fully bare one, other than skin to skin contact of course.

That was your favourite.

“Driving me fucking crazy like this.” Harry murmured again, keeping one hand on your breast while the other trailed upwards to the little pearl necklace permanently fixtured on your neck. You only took it off to shower, otherwise it never left your body. You couldn’t bare to part from it because it was a constant reminder of Harry. Like he was always with you.

And you happened to love how possessive he became when his eyes landed on the little string of pearls. How they darkened ever so slightly. When you were in public it turned into a kiss or his hand squeezing your hand or waist, like it triggered some obsessive reaction. You weren’t sure if he caught onto the fact that the necklace somehow pavloved physical touch, but you did.

Sometimes you liked to draw attention to it on purpose to tease him, not that he knew he was being teased. When you were talking you might brush your hair away from your neck or fiddle with the pearls to draw his eyes there. It was fun. A game you were winning even if he didn’t know he was participating.

“And this…” He hooked his finger into the necklace, tugging it gently while simultaneously tugging at your bottom lip, releasing it with a pop. “You’ve got no idea how sexy you look with nothing on but this.”

“I never take it off…” You sighed.

“I know. I love you more for it.” He mused, nipping on your neck. “If that’s even possible.” Your head lulled back when he ran his hands down over your body again, landing on your hips where he quickly spun you around to face the table and pressed himself against you. “Love how soft you are too…” He complimented, pressing spongey kisses along your shoulder. 

You braced yourself against the table, letting yourself be pushed down flat against it by a gentle hand on the middle of your back.

“How you feel in my hands… my mouth…”

His mouth replaced his hand, trailing down until he was crouched behind you. God the sight of you was driving him crazy. 

Running his hands over your ass, he pressed a kiss to one of your cheeks, dragging his bottom lip against your skin as he released before kissing over to your other cheek. Then he spread you wide, eliciting a gasp when he spanked you and groaned at the way your skin rippled then spread you open again. 

“My tongue…” 

And then you felt it. His hot tongue met your clit, swiping through your labia right to your tight ring of muscles where he decided to focus his attention. Harry was aware you two didn’t have all the time in the world, but he just couldn’t compromise on his favourite thing. Tasting you. 

Your flavour, your scent, how wet you got. Like silky honey dripping down his throat and coating his lips. He was obsessed with it. Which is why he let himself a few moments of flicking his tongue against your ass before he moved down to one of his favourite parts of you. That pretty little clit. 

Your moans were like music to his ears. An array of whimpers and whines, pleaded whispers of his name and his honorific. There was nothing like hearing the moan of his name, even moreso when he was being your ‘Daddy’. You were much more pliant, more responsive. He wasn’t sure if it was your submission kicking in more than usual or because your kink was being stroked the entire time. 

Either way, he was reaping the benefits. 

You were so hot and sweet and were wiggling like a fucking worm in his grip. He had to hold onto your hips harder to keep you still, but that didn’t stop your clenching and trembling when he sucked particularly hard on your clit or fucked his tongue inside you. 

So fucking responsive.

“God, you taste so fucking sweet, baby. My favourite meal in the world.” He praised, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking a little rougher than usual just so you’d cry out for him.

“Please. Please.” You begged, forehead pressed against the table.

“What?” Harry mused, sliding his tongue toward your entrance and pressing it there. You clenched on impact and he could feel it at the tip of his tongue. All he could think about now was getting inside you. God, he was so hard. So painfully hard. 

“Need you. Please, Daddy. Need your cock so bad.” You begged clearly this time, needing to be filled more than anything. 

“Yeah? Need it bad, do you?” Harry stood up, kissing your cheek on the way up before he was ridding himself of his clothing. He was already hot and worked up and he knew that the moment his cock touched you he’d be sweating all over. Besides… he wanted to feel you. He wanted to press his chest into your back and feel your thighs against his.

He craved the intimacy of skin to skin like nothing else.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes.” You sighed, nearly screaming in relief when you felt the tip of his cock bump against your clit. 

“I’ll give it to you baby…” He soothed, dragging his tip through your folds to collect your wetness over his cock. “I’ve got you…” His tip pressed against your entrance and you swore you could’ve cried when he slowly pushed in. “Shit.”

“Fuck.”

He stretched you slowly, torturously, like he wanted you to feel every inch of his cock. Every vein and ridge and the way he got slowly wider at the base. It wasn’t something you’d feel when he was fucking you roughly, but God it was all you could feel now. The stretch, the ache, the way your knees buckled when his hand pressed into your lower back to keep you still.

And then the slow, tortuous teasing ended and without any warning he drew his hips back and slammed back into you in a way that had your lungs losing all their breath. His hands were firm on your hips, fingers dug tightly so there was this constant ache that seemed to reach its way straight to your soul. 

And you fucking loved it. Every bruising thrust, every snapping sound, the way Harry moaned and cursed, telling you exactly how much he liked it. He never was shy from making sounds of pleasure and it was one of the things that made sex with him so hot. 

“You’re so tight. Shit, baby. Always so fucking tight around me.”

“Oh God. Harry!” 

“Wrong name, sweetheart.” He reprimanded with a heavy spank on your ass, the snapping sound echoing throughout the room. “Say the right one. Say it.” 

“Daddy.” You moaned pathetically, earning another spank right on the other cheek. The sting was the most satisfying sort of burn, a pain that lingered and ached but only made everything so much better. It fuelled your pleasure, contributing to the orgasm you had been waiting for twice now. 

It didn’t take long to reach it. Not when he had already teased you with his mouth and fingers and now was fucking you so damn good you could barely breathe. Harry didn’t stop once you rode through your orgasm, no, he took it as an opportunity to give you barely ten seconds of rest and flip you around so you were lying flat on the table. He was nestled back in you before you knew it, in a single fluid thrust that had you crying out from sheer sensitivity. 

He didn’t seem to care, or he did but just liked to see the way the tears streamed down your face. And you were okay. He knew you were okay because he checked in with you in that ten seconds of rest, making sure you were green before he flipped you over to fuck you how he wanted. 

And fuck. This was how he wanted you. 

“You just take it so fucking well, don’t you sweetheart? Always squeeze around my cock so tight.” Harry uttered through gritted teeth, fingers achingly squeezed into your cheeks while his eyes remained glued to where you two were connected.

Harry always loved fucking you from behind. The heart shape of your ass, the way he could see all your pretty holes and how you clenched around him, the way he could get his cock inside you deeper than other positions… how he could grab your hips and fuck you hard, bruising your insides and out. He liked being able to spank your pretty ass and thumb at your tight ring of muscles and he especially liked spreading your cheeks and burying his face between them. 

But nothing compared to watching your face. The way your eyes would roll back into your head, how they’d flutter and close when something felt especially good. The scrunch of your nose and furrow of your brow and the way your mouth would part in a whimper when something hurt a little too good. The way your jaw would clench and slack and how dazed your eyes got when he wrapped his hand around your throat.

He loved watching the effect he had on you. Your face showed him how good he was making you feel in a way your body didn’t and it became a little game to him on how to get you to make certain facial expressions. 

Mostly though… he liked watching your eyes gloss over the harder he fucked you, the meaner he was. He loved to watch you slip into an ultimate state of submission and pleasure. 

“Daddy…” You moaned, unable to come up with anything in reply to him. You were already too far gone. 

“I know.” He sympathised. “Shit baby, you feel so fucking good. So good. Got the best pussy, you do.” 

There was nothing like having a man moan for you. When they whimpered for you, praised you.

“Love your cock.” The words tumbled out without real thought, “feels so good. Always need it so bad.”

Shit. You didn’t talk dirty very often, not that Harry minded. He liked to watch your reactions when he uttered total filth. But Jesus… when you said anything remotely sexual like that, that you loved his cock? For a moment he feared he was going to prematurely cum before he made you finish for the second time. 

“I love when you talk dirty to me, baby, but you’re gonna need to stop if you want me to keep fucking you.”

You let out a choked laugh at his words, loving how one small compliment had him stilling for a second to collect himself. You clenched on purpose, gasping with a smile when he pinched your cheeks a little harder. 

“Spit in my mouth.”

Now you were just fucking with him. Through the haze of your pussy being completely destroyed by him, you still managed to tease him and be a fucking brat. 

“God, you’re fucking filthy today.” He gritted, cocking his head while sliding his hand down your jaw to the top of your throat so he could tuck his thumb into your mouth. “Open up.”

Your lips parted instantly, earning a pleased ‘good girl’ in return that had you happy as anything. “Stick your tongue out.” Again, you followed his instruction instantly, whimpering when his fingers dug into the sides of your neck with purpose. “That’s it. Good girl.”

It all happened so fast. The praise. The hammering of his hips against yours. The woozy pleasure feeling clouding your brain like a drug. All of it. And then it happened. Harry collected the saliva in his mouth and spat it all over your tongue, watching with sick satisfaction as your saliva slid down to the back of your throat. He groaned loudly and leaned in to kiss you fiercely, picking up the pace against your hips in a way that had tears trailing down your face. 

It was so good. So so fucking good. It felt like your whole body was on fire. Every square of your body was pressed against his and when he fucked you particularly hard, the dining table scraped across his gorgeous wooden flooring. Harry didn’t give two fucks about his scratched floors, if anything he liked the thought of always looking at a constant reminder that you were his. 

“Can’t believe what a little slut you’re being tonight.” He grinned, palming over your breast and pinching your nipple until you cried out and arched against him. “You fucking love my spit, don’t you? That’s why you asked for it. Because you love being my filthy little slut.”

Filthy little slut. God you loved when he was a little mean to you. A lot mean sometimes too. 

“Uhuh. Love it so much.” You nodded enthusiastically, well, as enthusiastically as you could after an orgasm and his cock so deep inside you, you swore you felt it in your throat. 

“Yeah? Take some more than. Since you want it so fucking bad.” He spat into your mouth again, using two fingers to roughly spread it over your tongue. He pushed them back, laughing when you suddenly gagged around his fingertips. “Aw, poor baby can’t even handle my fingers, hm? How do you manage my cock then if you can’t even take two fingers down your throat?” 

He grabbed your neck this time and pushed you back until you were lying down on the table before grabbing your ankles to hike them on your shoulder. 

Yeah… a lot mean was fucking hot. 

“Harry.” You protested, covering your face with both hands. 

Your whole body was heating up from how mean he was being. Maybe even a little shy at how much you liked it. It shouldn’t have been a surprise anymore that you liked it, not when you two had so much practice with it. Yet you still found yourself getting nervous when he looked at you a certain way or said a certain thing. You rather liked it like that. You never wanted to lose the butterflies. The romance. The big pile of mush you turned into when he degraded you and used you. 

“Don’t start being shy now, Angel. You know you like it.” He smirked, reaching forward to grab your hands from your face. He interlaced your fingers, drawing your hands down to rest on your belly so he could look at you. “Wanna look at you, baby. You’ve got the prettiest face. Look so gorgeous like this.”

Every word seemed to be egging you on, drawing you closer to the inevitable ecstasy that would flood through your core. The angle was so intense, so deep you knew that if he pressed on your belly, his cock would press through. 

“Oh god. I’m… shit. I’m so close.” You moaned, squeezing his hands and digging your heels into his shoulders. 

“Give it to me, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“My… my clit.”

Harry kept one hand intertwined with yours while the other moved down to your clit. He rubbed purposed circles over your bundle of nerves, delivering such perfect pressure it barely took a murmured ‘I love you’ for that wave of white hot pleasure to rush over you. His thrusts stilled at the feeling of you clenching around him and he was quick to widen your legs and fold over you so he could lazily slot your lips together. 

With a curse and a pretty whimper into your mouth that had your head spinning, Harry thrust once, twice, three final times until you felt his hot cum fill you up. His body was so heavy over yours, your sticky bodies pressed and joined together. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, wanting to keep him as close as possible to you. 

“God, that was so good.” He murmured, tucking his forehead into the crook of your neck.

“Agreed. I’ve missed that” you whispered, panting slightly as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Me too. Fuck.” He propped himself up over you, pushing your hair back from your face. “Are you okay?”

You smiled and let out a small laugh, tipping your head up so you could kiss him. “I’m more than okay. Two orgasms equals a happy girl.” 

“And what does three make you?” He grinned. 

“An even happier girl, possibly a tired girl.” You smiled, reaching your arms above your head to arch your back in a stretch. He shook his head and stood back straight, scanning his eyes over the light sheen of sweat on your pretty skin. 

“And you’re not tired now?” Harry raised his brow, looking down at your pussy to watch himself pull out. He did so slowly, careful not to hurt you and was completely mesmerised by the trail of cum that followed his cock. 

“Fuck.” You whispered, feeling an ache when he fully pulled out of you. “Of course I’m tired. A little sore too. I think I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight.”

“Mh. Me too. Wish we could sleep together.” He replied, eyes glued to his cum slowly dripping out of you. “I don't think I’ll ever get over how hot it is to see you like this.”

“Mmh.” You agreed, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at his cock covered in your cream. “I always thought creampies were overrated before you. Now… I love it.” Your eyes flickered back to Harry, who was already looking right at you with this dark look that made you want to climb all over him again. “I like feeling it later… even if it’s a little gross to sit in cold cum.”

Harry scrunched his nose up at that, “You could’ve made that so much sexier, y/n. Now when you go home I’ll be thinking of stale cum.”

“I didn’t call it stale! I said ‘cold’.” 

“Like that’s any better?” He laughed, leaning in to kiss you. “I’ll grab you some water and a towel, okay? Stay here.” 

“Like I’d go anywhere, I’ll drip stale cum all over your floor.” You shot back as he was already walking into his kitchen. You loved his ass. It was just so cute half the time you had this temptation to just whack it but you knew he’d hate it and probably retaliate ten times worse. 

There was something so sexy about him walking around stark naked without a care in the world. He had such confidence in his body and himself that he really didn’t care. You weren’t as confident as he was in that department but being with him had definitely made you more confident in your skin. 

“It’s already on my table, y/n. The floor won’t make much difference.”

You clenched up immediately at that comment, trying to stop more of his cum from dripping out of you. “Yeah… we’ve got to sanitise this. We eat here.” You scrunched your nose and sat up to look at the spot between your legs, finding his cum already dripped onto the table. 

“Baby I’d sanitise the entire house if it meant I got to fuck you anywhere and everywhere.” He smirked, coming back with a big glass of water and a damp tea towel. He had already cleaned himself up and was quick to crouch down before you to clean you up as well. You didn’t get very nervous about the cleanup anymore. Harry had wiped you clean and taken care of you dozens of times. 

“Thank you.” You smiled, grabbing the glass from where he had put it on the table beside you. “Your bed’s next. When we have more time.”

“I still can’t believe we haven’t christened my bed yet. It feels wrong.” He murmured, watching you 

shakily bring the glass to your lips while he grabbed your underwear from the pile of clothes on the floor and dragged them up your legs.

“I know. I’ve missed your bed. It’s a lot comfier than mine, more space too.” You had this little mischievous grin playing on your lips, one that Harry found incredibly sexy. 

You were still breathing a little heavily and managed to finish half the glass by the time you lifted your hips and Harry adjusted your underwear back in place. You attempted to set the glass down on the table beside you but before you could, he stood up and stopped you with a finger pushing the cup up towards you.

“Ah. All of it.” He tutted, looking at you expectedly until you brought the cup up to your mouth again. He maintained eye contact with you, one hand rubbing over your bare thigh while he kept a single finger underneath your glass. It was firm enough to tell you to keep drinking, but not enough so you wouldn’t be able to move the glass on your own. “Good girl… that’s it, drink all of it. Atta girl.”

You loved being fucked rough and dirty and since you two decided not to use condoms, your favourite thing was being pumped full of his cum, even more so when he degraded you when it happened. Like he just did barely two minutes ago. But there was something even better about the aftercare. His sweet tone, his commanding and caring nature as he got you water and a snack. All of it. 

And the praise. Somehow it was so much sexier when you two were post-sex, even more so when it was casual. A nonchalant ‘good girl’ when you did something he asked or a loving ‘I’m so proud of you’ when you got a good grade or finished an assignment. His atta girl at finishing your water nearly made you drop to your shaky knees and get him nice and hard again with your mouth. 

He said the words like they were nothing then moved on, not really caring that you were like a frozen deer at the first sign of praise. “I happen to like your bed. It’s cosy.”

“Yeah…” you breathed, “cosy and next to a thin wall where even adjusting in my bed can be heard by next door.”

“You don’t think they’d like hearing you call me ‘Daddy’?” He grinned, putting his sweatpants on and grabbing your t shirt to help put that on you too. You’ll definitely have to shower the second you walk into your house. There’s just no way you don’t smell like a sex club. 

“No, I don’t think so.” You finished the very last sip of your water, making sure there wasn’t a single drop left in the glass. Once it was all gone, Harry grabbed it from you and placed it down on the table out of the way, tipping your head up with a gentle finger under your chin while his thumb rubbed over the leftover wetness around your mouth from your drink.

“Thank you.” You whispered, kissing his thumb.

Harry smiled softly and guided your mouth to his for a single, deep, core-clenching kiss. It felt like a kiss that was promising so much more and even though you just had your fill, literally, it didn’t make you any less insatiable for him. There was just something about Harry dominating… truly dominating that turned you into a horny little rabbit. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if Harry called you that one day. It felt like the less you saw each other, the more insatiable you became. With the last couple of weeks being so busy, each time you’ve seen each other had been takeaway or a quick dinner and quick - but good - sex. You didn’t have proper time together and while fucking until the morning sounded and felt like a good idea in the moment, when you both woke up and Harry had his long commute to work or you had a day full of classes it became a regret.

Well, not a regret per se. You’d never regret sleeping with him. Ever. But you both complained about being tired the entire day to each other. More you than him since you loved to complain about everything and now Harry was fortunate enough to be the one to hear it all. It was worth it, but it was hard.

You couldn’t take every weekend, or even every second weekend off work to spend time with Harry because you needed money and he couldn’t ‘work from home’ to spend time with you. Driving so much took it out of both of you too so it was always easier if he stayed the night. Things would change once your parents knew and you had a bit more freedom… but you had a feeling they wouldn’t be totally happy with you spending nights with him instead of them.

And next door to top it all off.

Your anxious feelings didn’t help the situation either, but even with that little hiccup, you had missed time. Time where you two could just explore each other's bodies and try new things, go multiple rounds without the stress of your responsibilities. You had that before you two started dating so you knew that the changes to your sex life were mostly your fault. Or because of your situation. 

If you lived closer things would be a lot easier. But that was also life and you two were figuring out what worked for you and now to manage it all. Ideally, once you were finished with university, maybe you two would move in with each other or at the very least you’d want to live much closer to him. 

It was still so early into your relationship and you didn’t want to jump too far… but being full of his cum made your brain a little dizzy and romantic. Suddenly you were ready to forget your birth control and let him fuck a baby in you so you could be at home with him all the time. As a fantasy of course. 

Which is why your post-sex horny brain took a few seconds longer to process the next words out of his mouth. 

“Hey, um. I need to tell you something.” He whispered, forehead pressed against yours. He slid his hand along your cheek to cup your face, letting his fingertips comb through your hair a little. 

“Hm?” you asked, brows furrowing when you read the nervous look in his eyes. Your stomach dropped suddenly and that anxious gut feeling felt more rampant than ever. “What is it?”

“I have to go back to London.” 

“Oh, okay.” You were a little taken aback. Harry hadn’t mentioned any trips or work events or anything recently. The timing of it right after the phone call too felt a bit unnerving. You just hoped everything was okay. “When?”

“Just over a month.” He murmured, feeling that steady beat of anxiety claw at his throat. Harry hated that he had to ruin such a good moment, such a pleasurable, romantic experience to talk about this. He wasn’t sure how you’d react and it scared the hell out of him. 

“Wow, that’s short notice.” You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, threading your fingers casually into his hair. “Is it… family? Or work or?”

“Family. I…” he swallowed thickly, hugging his arms around you. “It’s my sister’s birthday. Everyone’s going to be there.”

“That’s great.” You smiled, relieved that it wasn’t something horrible. That he was okay. “That’ll be such a nice trip, Harry. Did you saw them last year when you went over?”

Harry didn’t speak about them a lot. He didn’t not speak about them and when they came up he always had something to say, but it also wasn’t a topic he brought up by himself. He spoke about his travels quite often, but even that topic hadn’t come up in a while. You were a little glad actually because you didn’t really want to think about him going away for so long. The thought of him in Italy looking all gorgeous and tanned without you made you violently ill. 

Harry shook his head and sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I haven’t been completely honest with you about my family.”

And there it was. 

“What do you mean?” You asked softly, trying not to jump to any conclusions. Whatever it was had to be deeply personal and you knew that. 

After the very brief mention of his nephew passing, you two hadn’t spoken about it once. You wanted to ask but it never felt like the right time and after that phone call, the last thing you wanted to do was make him think you were pressuring him into talking. 

And now to learn there was more… 

“Well… you know how I told you about my nephew?” You nodded, “When he died… it was right around the time I was meant to move here. The timing was so fucked. My flight had been booked for months and it was scheduled for the week after the funeral. Everything was packed and ready to go and my job was due to start only a few days after I landed in Melbourne…”

“That must’ve been so hard, Harry. I can’t imagine having to leave everyone so close to his passing.”

“It gets worse, y/n.” He shook his head, looking down at the floor. “When Harry Jr died, it really fucked me up. I already wasn’t in the best mental state because of my ex, even if I thought I was fine, and I couldn’t handle it.” You weren’t exactly sure where he was going with it. It was clear he did something, but what? “Harry Jr was like my own kid. Him and Lola were everything to me but he was just… like my twin. Lola and I were close but it didn’t compare to the bond Harry and I had. Losing him was… the worst thing that has ever happened to me and as fucked as it was and still is, I couldn’t handle it.”

Harry was starting to get worked up. His words were becoming a little shaky and you could feel how tense he became. He was holding onto you so tight and yet he was avoiding looking at you. He was scared to hear how you were going to react and he was having a hard time finding the words to explain what he had done. 

Practicing with Max did nothing to help. He had told people before and been faced with his actions for years so it wasn’t a new discussion to have. But telling you, the love of his life, how he betrayed and destroyed his family only to keep himself distanced because he was a coward was the hardest it had ever been.  

“Everyone grieves differently, Harry. It would’ve been hard for everyone.” You tried to soothe, combing through his hair. 

“I changed my flight to the day of the funeral.” He just went and said it, immediately feeling your fingers stop in his hair and how you seemed to pull your body back from his. You didn’t mean to do it, but you were a little shocked. “I spent days breaking down and feeling the most depressed I had ever been. The idea of going to that funeral and seeing the small coffin… I couldn’t do it.” He stepped back from you, running his hands through his hair. He was shaking, his throat aching with how hard he was willing away the tears. His eyes were stinging and he didn’t want to face you as he explained the rest of the story, even when you slipped off the table and whispered his name, stepping forward to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

“I skipped the funeral without telling anyone and I flew here to start my new life.” He paused, swallowing thickly, “I left her, y/n. I left my only sister on the worst day of her life because I couldn’t handle it. She lost her son and I left. I left!” The words came out in an angry spit and his shoulders seemed to widen and slump forward like he was holding back immense rage. At himself. “We fought and she said she’d never forgive me again, fuck I can’t forgive myself. I don’t even want to.”

You were a little thrown off balance, to be honest. You never expected him to say any of that and to hide it from you for so long. But you couldn’t be upset either. He made a terrible mistake and you could see how badly it was eating him up. Harry was a proud person and very rarely doubted himself or his actions, yet you knew he was so ashamed in himself for what he did. It was hard to see. 

“Harry…” You tried to get him to turn around with a little squeeze of his shoulder but he shrugged it off. 

“My mum hated me, Gemma hated me, Andy hated me. Everyone hated me and I deserved it. I’ve skipped every Christmas since because I couldn’t face it and because I was a coward. I’m still a coward. I’ve sent letters and texts and tried to call her and I’ve never been able to see her face to face because I’m scared. I’ve never been able to push myself to that next step because I keep thinking it’s too late. That she’ll never forgive me.” 

You could see how devastated he was about it and how angry he was at himself. And you understood it. He had spent nearly five years away from his family, beating himself up because of a huge mistake he made. And it was huge. You weren’t going to dispel that. You weren’t even sure that if you were in Gemma’s place, you’d ever get over something like that. 

But Harry has also changed a lot. You imagined Harry Jr’s death changed him for the worse. Since the moment you met him, he always was a selfish, narcissistic person. It was never a secret that he lived his life for himself and cared about money and his job over anything else and maybe Harry Jr’s death had something to do with that. But since knowing him he’s made so many improvements to himself. He’s completely turned around to try and be an honest and good person.

The things he did for you and put himself through to protect you wouldn’t be done by just anyone. He had so much love in him and had proved that time and time again. He was attentive and caring and so generous. You were starting to think that he always was that person but was torturing himself for so long because of the mistakes he had made that it was easier to keep people at an arm's length.

After knowing him deeper though, you knew that his family meant a lot to him. He spoke to his mum at least twice a week and looked after her financially too. She was a young mum and had already been retired for nearly 10 years because of the way Harry invested his money and the success he had in all his different ventures. Being able to retire a parent when you’re barely 30 and live your own life in such an extravagant way is a massive achievement. 

Which is why you were just so shocked he hadn’t visited Gemma in person yet to try and mend things. How did it take so long for him to finally make the decision to go back to the UK and mend things with her, at least you assumed that’s why he wanted to go to her birthday. You assumed the phone call with his mum had something to do with it too. 

You weren’t really sure what to make of it or what to say. You loved him and were always going to love him and it hurt to know that he had been in a mental place so low and so far gone that he hurt his only sibling this badly. He was suffering with his own grief and unable to cope that badly that his sister, the mother of his nephew had to mourn the loss of her son and her brother all at the same time.

It was awful all around. 

“Harry. Turn around, please.” You coaxed gently, giving his shoulder another little squeeze. He inhaled a shaky breath and slowly turned around, showing you his reddened eyes and puffy nose. “Come here.” You guided, grabbing his hand to pull him towards the couch so you two could sit and talk about it properly. He remained silent while you took his hands in yours, trying to find the right words to support him. 

“What you did was wrong…” His expression seemed to fall even further, complete despair in his eyes. “But you don’t need me to tell you that.” You softened your expression, reaching up to cup his face in both hands. “You’ve been torturing yourself because of this for years and I get it. I can’t put myself in your shoes or even Gemma’s shoes because I don’t have siblings and I don’t have nieces or nephews but I understand loss and I understand family. Everyone grieves differently but the one constant in our lives is our family. I don’t think it’s too late to make up for it.”

“You don’t mean that.” He whispered, scanning your face. “Why don’t you hate me? I fucked up.” 

“You did and I won’t excuse what you did. But you were in a horrible part of your life and yeah, the right thing to do was go to the funeral, but you made your choice and you’ve lived with the consequences already. You have changed and grown so much since we started dating, Harry, and I can see the difference it’s making in your life. All you can do now is try and show Gemma you’ve changed. That you’re better.” 

Harry said nothing for a moment and swallowed the lump in his throat, “I’ve tried to go home to her for years and every time I get close, I see how happy they are without me and it stops me. There was one Summer I even made it to the front gate and saw Gemma and Lola through the window. They looked so happy. Lola was so big and Gemma looked at peace. I didn’t want to destroy that.”

“Don’t you think she’d be happier knowing she had her brother back?” You asked softly, dropping your hands from his face to grab his hands instead.

“I don’t know.” He admitted, “My mum has been trying to get me to go back for a long time, always trying to convince me that everyone missed me. That Gemma missed me. I never went because I was thinking about myself instead of her. It was easier for me to stay away than confront what I did. But I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t want to be that person.” 

He sounded so determined and he was. He always appreciated your honesty and you kept him accountable time and time again but you did it in a way that still supported him. You listened to him fully and offered support and advice. You didn’t act like he was a monster. He hoped that you felt like that on the inside too.

“Is that what the phone call was about? Her birthday?” 

Harry nodded. “My mum has been hounding me about it for months. When the call happened I wasn’t ready to tell you because I was scared I’d lose you. Really fucking scared. I know it upset you, baby, and I’m so sorry.” He squeezed your hands, bringing them up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “I didn’t mean to lie. I didn’t want to. I hope I haven’t lost you because I was ashamed.”

“You haven’t.” You smiled, squeezing his hands. “You haven't. I was upset at the time, but I didn’t want to press you because you’re allowed to have things that are just yours... I knew you’d tell me when you were ready.” You reached up to cup his cheek, watching the way he nuzzled into your touch, eyes fluttering closed at the comfort he felt. “I don’t think you’re that person anymore, Harry. I think Gemma would appreciate the work you’ve put into yourself to become a better person.”

“You think so?” He whispered, scanning your face with his eyes. 

You nodded. “I think it’ll take time. I honestly don’t know how things will work out because I don’t know her, but I know you and I know you’ll do everything you can to fix things with her. You’re her brother, Harry.”

“I love you,” Harry murmured, sliding his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck to draw you in for a kiss. This wasn’t the end of this conversation by any means. You had questions and you hoped that he’d be a lot more open about his family now. This was such an intense, deep-rooted issue. If he wanted to talk about it more, which you hoped he did, it wouldn’t happen in one night. 

The kiss deepened ever so slightly, ending with a little run of his tongue against your bottom lip while he rested his forehead against yours. “Will you come with me?” 

“What? Where? To London?” You blinked, a little surprised at his sudden request. 

He nodded, tightening his hand in your hair just a little. It wasn’t to hurt you, just to feel you. “I don’t know if I can do it by myself. I want you there.”

“Harry-” you tried to interrupt, but it was like he felt your hesitation before you even said anything. 

“I can show you my hometown, my house. You can meet my mum, maybe even Gemma. I just… I don’t want to leave you. I want you to come with me.”  

This felt like something he needed to do by himself. It happened before he even knew you and was such an important step in his life. Family is family and it would almost feel like an intrusion to be there when he’d be sorting through so much history. 

“Harry…” you sighed, leaning back. “I want nothing more than to support you but I have school. I don’t know if I can take time off and I’ve still got this trip planned at the end of the year with my friends. Money wise too… it’s a lot and it’s so soon.”

“You wouldn’t have to pay for a thing, y/n. I’d never let you do that.” His voice turned lower just a touch like he was almost reprimanding you for even suggesting he’d let you pay for a single thing. “And I think it might even align with your semester break, at least some of it anyway. Even if you flew in later and met me there? We could travel. I could take you to my house in Italy.” He was trying so hard to convince you but by the look on your face, it wasn’t working. 

“It’s not just that, Harry.” You chuckled at his attempts to convince you, which actually were quite appealing. “I love you and the idea of Italy and seeing where you grew up is so… amazing but I think this is something you need to do by yourself. There is so much history there and so much you need to work through. I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to go.” 

“I want you to come.” He coaxed, pecking you quickly. God when he had that almost pouty look on his face and murmured so sweetly… you’d agree to anything. “You can do your own thing. You’ve always wanted to go to London. There’s so much to do and you can do whatever you want. As long as I get to see you at the end of the day, that’s all that matters. Have you in my bed every night.” Now the thought of that was extremely appealing. “Just think about it. Please.” 

“I’ll think about it.” You compromised, smiling softly. 

“Thank you.” He kissed you again before wrapping his arms around you to draw you into his chest. Both of you knew you had to head home, but it wasn’t the right time for you to leave. You couldn’t. 

You spent the next hour or so just wrapped in his arms, then him wrapped in yours. He opened up a little more about Gemma and his extended family and he already seemed so much more open to speak about them. You could tell this was something that weighed heavy on him for a long time. 

Archie made his way from outside at some point too, bringing in a trail of dust and leaves that broke the tension in the room and let you and Harry distract yourselves by bathing him. He had been running a muck outside the entire time, obsessively playing with a new toy Harry bought him. He was so engrossed in it, that he didn’t even know you came over. 

That was probably a good idea since you and Harry spent a lot of your time together naked. You swear Archie had PTSD from Harry’s instruction to go to his bed.

It was late by the time you peeled yourself from Harry, not wanting to leave but knowing you had to. He didn’t want you to leave either but you promised to come over before you left in the morning. He was tempted to come home with you and you had a feeling he might drive back in his own car so he could spend the night with you, or even the day before driving back in the night. 

It was times like these where you hated that your parents didn’t know about him. After learning everything, maybe it was time. 

“Hey, baby.” Your mum greeted, hugging you the moment you walked into your kitchen. 

“Hi.” You smiled, hugging her back. “Hey, Dad.”

“Hey, pumpkin.” He hugged you next, kissing your forehead before returning to the pot he was stirring on the stove. 

“Sorry I took forever, I was catching up with Harry then Archie ended up dragging dirt through the house so I stayed to help him clean up.” You explained, hoping she bought the excuse. There was this expression on her face that just told you she didn’t believe you, but she didn’t say anything about it so you decided to leave it and not say too much. Otherwise, she’d really know something was up if you started waffling. 

“It’s nice you two have stayed so close.” There was something about the way she focused on the word ‘close’, but she had a glass of wine in hand and always liked to read into things when she got a bit tipsy. You hoped you were just being a little paranoid. “You think he’ll give you your job back over your semester break?” 

“Oh, I don’t know. I might just plan my shifts at the cafe so I can be here for a couple of days then at mine for a couple of days. I don’t want to cut my shifts at the cafe completely.”

“Mh.” She agreed, “think about it. You know I like having you around.”

“I know. I like being here too.” You smiled, “I’m going to shower and get changed quickly. I’ll be right back.”

“Alright. Don’t be too long.” She called after you. 

“I won’t!”

The night continued as it always did. Dinner, a glass of wine, an update on your week of uni and your night out with your friends (sans Harry, of course). Then Dad went to his office to do some quotes and your mum and you wound up on the couch watching The Real Housewives. Another couple glasses of wine was involved, but it was a Saturday night and you had nowhere to be tomorrow except home. 

Perfect.

Until your mum paused the show while you got up to get a snack and when you returned, she had no plans of playing it again. She had this look on her face, like she was getting ready to announce something really big or ask you an invasive question. 

It was the latter.

“Are you okay?” You asked, landing on the couch with a heavy seat. The wine slowly infused in your body, making you feel like a heavy lump of bones. You were getting to the point where one more sip of wine would knock you out and your pillow was calling your name.

“I need to ask you something.” She shifted on the couch, sitting cross legged while facing you. She still had her glass of wine in hand, eyeing it like she had a nervous tick.

“Okay…” you looked at her a little funny, taking a sip of wine. 

“Are you sleeping with Harry?” At her words, your eyes widened and the wine suddenly travelled down the wrong hole. You coughed repeatedly and Mum was quick to lean forward to tap your back until your coughing subsided. “Our neighbour, Harry.”

“Thanks for the clarification, Mum, but I only know one Harry.” You coughed, rubbing the sore spot over your chest. “Why are you asking me this?”

“Just answer the question. Is it true?”

Shit. What were you even meant to do? You didn’t want to lie about it because the truth would always come out, but you also weren’t ready to talk about it. You had this whole speech planned and all these things you wanted to say when you brought it up to her and now that she was the one asking you about it, there was nothing in your head.  

You felt bombarded by it. But maybe it was better to tell her first before your dad found out. At least this way you could explain everything and diffuse any worries so when he found out, your mum would be on your side. And you knew she would be. Or hopeful at best. Maybe not at first, but all she wanted was your happiness and if Harry made you happy, she’d support you with it.  

Your parents had always told you that they didn’t care what you did with your life as long as you were happy, healthy and safe. They’d support you if it truly was what you wanted. When they said that they were talking about work, not dating your neighbour, but it still applied. 

It would be a shock to them and you knew that, but no one was getting hurt and you were happier than you had ever been. You knew they’d understand. Eventually anyway. 

“Um…” you trailed off, looking away briefly. “Yes? But we’re not sleeping together, we’re… we’re dating.” Even though you could tell she wasn’t surprised, the look of pure disappointment on her face expressed exactly how she felt. She didn’t want you to say yes. “I was going to tell you.” You jumped in again before she replied, wanting to get as much out as possible before she gave her opinion. “I swear. I wanted to tell you and Dad both at the same time so you two wouldn’t get all weird with each other if one of you knew first.”

“Oh god, y/n!” Mum pinched the bridge of her nose. She took a heavy sip of wine before continuing like it would somehow make the news easier to bear. “I had a feeling you were going to say that. I prayed that you weren’t and yet here we are.”

“You knew? How?”

“I didn’t know, but I kind of worked it out. You've been a little giddier than usual. Always looking at your phone and you’re always going over there when you come to visit. He's been different too. Less broody and secretive and he's been getting a dogsitter for Archie for a lot more overnights than usual. Mother’s know these things, y/n. So… explain. How did it start?”

Was it seriously that obvious? When she put it like that, it kind of was obvious that you were seeing someone. She wasn't particularly upset by it, but her tone wasn't overly jovial either. She was calm. Calm was good.

Though it could've been the wine making her more relaxed.

“I guess we kind of got closer as I dogsat Archie. We’d always talk for ages and we had that weekly dinner, which you knew about. Then one day… I don’t know. Things changed.” You averted eye contact, feeling a blush graze your cheeks at the memory of the first time you two slept together. 

“You were sleeping together?” You nodded silently, knowing that she’d be able to tell if you were lying. “When?”

“What?”

“When was the first time?”

“Mum.” You protested, “you don’t need to know that.”

“I do, actually because now that I know it happened, I need to know when it started.”

“Yes but-”

“So when was the first time, y/n?”

You clearly weren't getting out of this one.

“...A few weeks before his birthday, I guess.”

“A few weeks before his birthday.” She repeated to herself, “so you were dogsitting for him and having dinner with him for weeks and what? You two were just sleeping together each time just like that? All those times you came home ‘late’, you were sleeping with him? Right next door? Have you slept with him here?”

“Mum, stop!” You whined, hating how she seemed to be spiralling about the fact you had sex. 

Her questions were practically spitfire and if you didn't stop her now, she'd continue and her questions would get way more invasive. She always was like that when she drank. Nosy and more brazen than usual. Dad always said it was because she was pretty that she got away with the way she ran her mouth when she drank.

Mum was harmless, but God if there was even a smidge of a secret hanging around she'd find out and talk about it to anyone and everyone.

She knew you weren’t a virgin and while you didn’t share every detail of your sex life, she knew you had slept with a couple of guys. You were always open and honest with her to an extent because you valued her advice, especially when your heart got involved and you ended up getting hurt. But right now you didn’t want to hear her fears or her spiralling bout the fact you had sex next door when you knew she and Dad had sex only two rooms away from you. If it were up to her, she’d know every detail about every aspect of your life.

You understood it to an extent and you practically did share everything with her. But seriously. Boundaries. 

“I love you but it’s none of your business. I don’t ask when you and dad have sex because that’s disgusting so don’t ask me!” 

“Fine. Fine. You’re right.” She let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes, “Just tell me you’re still on birth control and we can move on.”

“Yes. I am.”

“Good because I swear to God, y/n, if you come home pregnant...”

“Mum!”

“I had to say it, okay? It’s my job as a mother. Now continue.”

“It wasn’t serious at first and neither-” you paused to give her a warning glance when it looked like she was going to make another comment about your sex life. She only rolled her eyes and sipped her wine again, attentively listening to you talk, “neither of us wanted a relationship and I always said to you too that it didn’t interest me but he somehow managed to change my mind about it all. He didn't mean to and he was further away from commitment than I was... but the longer it went on, the more we realised that it was more than just casual." You let out a sigh, "I didn’t want to like him mum, I didn’t. There were problems and he had problems and I knew it was stupid to fall for someone who lived his whole life single and selfish but things changed and kept changing. He changed.”

The whole time you spoke, she actively listened. She didn’t try to interrupt or even make any weird noises of indignation that your dad definitely would. She just listened and processed it. You appreciated that. 

“It wasn’t an easy beginning to our relationship because we had a lot of differences and he… he hurt me really bad. I almost told you back then too because he broke my heart. Really bad.” Your voice broke slightly, feeling that same break in your heart that you did at the very beginning.

“Y/n.” She soothed, placing her hand on yours over your knee. “You could’ve told me back then, y’know. I would’ve been there for you. I'm a little hurt you didn't trust me enough to come talk to me about this.”

“It's not about trust, mum. You know I trust you. Everything was just so complicated and I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t really think we’d get back together, anyway, so I didn’t want to start something and have you storm to his house to tell him off for no reason when I thought it was over.”

“I would’ve done that. I can still do that for you, if you want?” She smiled, sipping her wine again.

“No, don't," You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. “We worked things out and… well we never looked back. Before we ended our casual relationship so badly, Harry was really complicated and secretive and God sometimes I wanted to strangle him. But when we got back together… he changed everything for me, mum. He worked on himself and is still working on himself and honestly, I’m probably the happiest I’ve ever been. He treats me so so well and he spoils me and loves me everyday and-”

“He loves you?” She interrupted, “as in you loves you.”

You nodded.

“And you love him back?”

You took an extra moment to respond to her, not really sure where she was going with her comments. “I do. I know I do.”

“y/n…” She sighed. You could feel the change in the air. How her active listening turned to disappointment and a hope that your relationship would end before it properly started. “I honestly thought that you were just dating and having fun and he was buying you nice things, but love? I have no doubt you feel that way towards him but isn’t it too soon?”

“I just know, mum. I had no control over it and I never meant for it to happen but it did and… and I’m happy. I’m so happy with him and even with the distance and everything else, we’re making it work.”

“But how? He’s not too much younger than your dad and I and he’s got no kids, has never been married? Everyone knows he’s had his fun and sleeps with whoever he wants, what’s to say he doesn’t still want that? And then there’s the opposite. What if he’s finally done with being a bachelor and wants to settle and have kids before he gets too old? Is that what you want? Because I know it’s not.” She gave you this look and crossed her arms over her chest, like she already knew what your answer would be.

She seemed to know all your answers tonight.

“Of course I don’t want that. Not now anyway. But he doesn’t want that and he doesn’t want to sleep around either.” 

“So you two haven’t spoken about settling down?” She fired back, already knowing that you had. Your mum was the best reader of people and relationships, probably because she stuck her nose in everyone's business and knew all the ways they failed.

“I mean we have but not for now. Like… just so we both know that this isn’t a short term kind of thing.”

“Y/n, baby. You are so young. So young and gorgeous and smart.” She soothed, leaning forward to cup your face and run her hands over your hair. “You have your whole life in front of you and the whole world at your fingertips. Why are you settling down with someone who’s already experienced everything? Would you not rather explore the world with someone who hasn’t seen it over and over again?”

“Mum, I can still do everything I want to do when I’m with him." You exasperated, brushing her hands off you. "I can travel and work overseas if I want and I still see my friends and do everything normal. Being in a relationship doesn’t stop that and if anything, Harry’s position makes it easier. He’s stable financially and is happy to slow down and do what I want. It’s not that he doesn’t get a say, but he’s got the freedom and wants to experience everything with me. It may not seem like it, but he’s got a lot of firsts too, mum. Trust me, I’ve thought about it all.”

“Look, I don’t know him very well.” She sighed, settling back against the couch. “He’s been living next door for nearly five years and I couldn’t even tell you what footy team he supports, but he’s always been polite and charming. All I can do is go off that and what you tell me and if you’re telling me you’re happy then… I guess I’m happy too. I just don’t want you to get hurt, y/n. By anyone.”

“I know. I don’t want that either but I promise you’ll love him like I do. You’ll see why he means so much to me. You and dad.” You smiled, reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I hope so.” She smiled back, squeezing your hand in return. “So tell me more. Tell me everything.”

The next few hours were spent practically debriefing your entire relationship. You kept the bigger problems private as she simply wouldn’t understand the Ethan situation, but you told her everything else you two had been through. If it had something to do with Ethan, you twisted the story a little but for the most part, it was an amazing chat.

You loved your mum more than anything and to actually sit there and talk about Harry so freely and honestly and have her engage properly was the best feeling ever. She freely gave advice (even when you didn’t want it) but you were happy with that. You didn’t have a lot of boy problems so actually having someone to talk about with her was everything to you. It made you hopeful for the future of your relationship with Harry and took so much weight off your shoulders.

It was liberating.

“Oh god…” mum wheezed, her laughter coming to a stop as she finished off her final glass of wine for the evening. “I’m too drunk right now but in the morning we’ll brainstorm how to get back at chatty Cathy across the road. She can never ever keep her mouth shut. That woman.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Your brows furrowed and that happy, calm energy you had somehow dissipated into thin air. 

“Tracey? The only reason I asked you if you were seeing Harry was because Tracey’s been hinting at it for weeks. I thought I told you.”

“No… you didn’t.”

Your mind was suddenly twisting and turning. After everything you had been through with her and Ethan and even just the shit between you and Harry, she still wouldn’t leave you alone. You had done nothing to her and left her alone since you moved out for school and yet she still had to run her mouth off about you? You just didn’t get it. 

Harry had recordings over her admitting to lying to you and you had photos of her cheating and she knew that and still decided to try and get some attention her way? Nope. Not on your fucking watch. 

You were over it. You were over being the target of people who you had nothing to do with. Who only wanted to use you to get money or for some other stupid fucking reason that meant nothing in real life. You were done. So if she was going to run her big fat mouth about you, then you were going to do it right back and you were going to hit her where it hurt the most. Her family.

//

It was only a couple of days later when the truth came out. You weren’t trying to hide it from Harry but it also wasn’t exactly a conversation you wanted to have over the phone. He got called into work for some client emergency on Sunday which ruined his plan to come spend the day and/or night with you. Then neither of you could see the other until Tuesday as he planned to work from home on Wednesday. 

You were glad that his quiet days seemed to align with yours because it meant you could spend more time together. Even if you were both busy working or doing uni work, just being in his presence was enough to make you happy. And now that your mum knew about you two… it was only a matter of time before you could start spending nights at his house too.

“Baby?” You heard Harry’s voice echo through your apartment, easily being heard in the shower due to your thin walls. 

“In here.” You yelled back, scrubbing your nails through your scalp to rinse out the remaining conditioner. Harry accidentally went home with your keypass after going on his morning run the last time he stayed over. He kept it in his shorts pocket so he wouldn’t wake you and it wound up in his bags somehow, hence his ability to enter your place without you needing to go downstairs and get him. He wasn’t really meant to have them, but it was only for a couple of days and Maeve had your spares so you could still get in and out easily.

“Can I come in?” He asked a moment later, knocking on the bathroom door. 

“Yeah.”

Wordlessly, he opened the door and let himself in, scanning your naked body from head to toe. You were facing the wall with your eyes closed, head tilted back so the water was streaming down your hair. Gorgeous. He had been craving you all day. It was just one of those days where it was shit after shit and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed with you and just be wrapped in your arms. 

“Can I join you?” Harry asked softly, itching to jump in the hot water with you. He was already loosening his tie. Before entering your bathroom he took off his jacket and shoes so he was ready to let the rest of his clothes fall to the ground without care. You always had showers extremely hot and now that the weather was cooling down, Harry quite liked the sauna it left behind in the bathroom. He didn’t particularly enjoy it when it was 30° outside but he never let that stop him from getting in a shower with you.

“Of course, you can.” You smiled, still facing away from him. You always felt a little vulnerable being in a shower with him. Even though he had seen your body plenty of times, there was still something so sacred and personal about getting clean. You were glad you had already washed yourself before he came in because the last thing you needed him to see was you plucking out one of your long hairs from your underarms or ass. 

“I wasn’t sure what time you’d be here.” You hummed, feeling the slide of his cold bare hands along your hips as he joined you in the shower.

“Yeah, I had to work late. ‘M sorry to keep you waiting.” He murmured, kissing your shoulder while wrapping his arms fully around you. You sighed into the touch, tilting your head back to welcome the feeling of his body around yours. He snuggled against you, proper bear-hugging you while digging his forehead into the crook of your neck. 

“It’s okay. Maeve dragged me to a late Pilates class so I had to wash my hair. I swear I sweat like two litres every time.” You laughed softly, “I would’ve waited for you. I like being at the door to greet you.”

“I like having you greet me too.” He kissed your neck softly, “did you have fun at Pilates? I haven’t been for a while.”

“I liked it. It was a beginner class so no handstands or anything like you do but I’m sore already. ” You teased, turning around slowly to face him. He kept your body close, immediately kissing you once your faces were in line. “We should go together sometime. I’ve been trying to get Jay to go but he keeps blowing me off.” You offered, immediately sensing that something was off with him. 

“I’d like that.” He murmured, pressing his lips against yours again. Harry was craving your comfort. He didn’t want to start anything or get too riled up, he just loved the warmth that spread through his chest when his mouth melted into yours. It could be a peck, a pash, a full snogging session. It didn’t matter. 

You combed your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. “How was your day?”

“Shit. Just one of those days, y’know.” Harry replied, pressing your foreheads together before kissing you again. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too. Do you want to talk about it?” You slowly eased your bodies around so he was facing the water instead of you. He shook his head and let his eyes flutter closed as the hot water streamed over his head. You pushed his hair back from his face, kissing his chest. “Okay.” When Harry wanted to talk he’d willingly do so, so you weren’t going to push him. Sometimes work was just shit and you got that. He’d probably talk about it later once he decompressed and relaxed. “You want me to wash your hair?”  

A smile grew on his face at your offer and he tipped his head down to look at you. Harry loved having his hair played with and his scalp scratched. He was like a cat. Sometimes he’d just lay there with his head on your lap for hours while you played with his hair. You first found it out during sex because he liked the pain, especially when his head was between your thighs so it only made sense he’d like it out of the bedroom too. 

“You sure?”

You nodded and reached up on your tippy toes to kiss him. “Turn around.” 

He pecked your mouth gently as a thank you then turned around to face the water. Wordlessly, you grabbed your shampoo and squeezed some onto your hands, rubbing them together to emulsify before you brought them to his scalp. 

Harry moaned as you massaged his scalp, using your nails to scratch as you went. “That feels good.” 

“Good.” You hummed, happy to look at the expanse of his back. His back muscles were incredible. 

It sometimes amazed you how fit he was, but with his daily runs and intense personal training sessions he somehow managed to squeeze into his routine, it really was no wonder that he looked the way he did. He worked his ass off to be as fit as he was and to stay that way and it all paid off because his physique was better than any boy your age.

You joined him in a personal training session once and you had no doubt any of the boys you had been with in the past would fail halfway through. Would you say you participated in said session? No. You were lugged over his shoulders so he could use your weight to do squats though. 

“Are we okay?” Harry asked suddenly, voice soft. 

“Of course we are.” You replied instantly. “Why wouldn’t we be?” You continued rubbing circles on his scalp, massaging him to make it more pleasurable and relaxing. Your arms were already starting to ache a little, but it was worth it. 

“I’m just making sure.” 

“I love you, Harry. Nothing will change that.” You murmured, running your hands down from his scalp to massage his neck and over his shoulder. He echoed the sentiment, voice just audible over the water as your lips created the trail for your hands to follow; over his neck and the expanse of his shoulders, down to the middle of his back and as low as you could go without bending. 

The tension was slowly leaving his body. Tense muscles melting and relaxing, his tense shoulders slumping until he was heavy on his feet. He was completely pliant to your touch and you couldn’t wait to wrap your arms around him and cuddle in bed. Part of you even wanted to skip dinner and head straight to bed.

“Rinse it, H.” You whispered, kissing a little freckle on his back before pulling back to give him space to turn around. He started scrubbing the shampoo out while you prepared his conditioner, rubbing it through your hands so it covered all your fingers. 

“Y’know something interesting did happen today. It was quite a spectacle in the neighbourhood.” Harry mused, already feeling better just by your touch and loving words. He stayed facing towards you to catch your reaction, which was as easy to read as ever. 

“What?” You froze for a split second while reaching to thread the conditioner through his hair, already knowing exactly what he was talking about. 

“Tracey was kicked out. Unfortunately I was already on my way to work but she was crying so loud everyone on the street was watching. Apparently, he found out she was cheating on him. You know anything about that?” He had this look of knowing on his face and it was like he knew that you had something to do with it. 

Shit. 

“About that…” you smiled sheepishly, putting your hands down to let the conditioner sit in his hair. 

“I knew it!” He accused, laughing while squeezing your hips. “What did you do?”

“Okay, but you can’t be mad.” You laughed, poking his chest. “I was going to tell you tonight, okay?” 

“Mad? Why would I be mad?” His brows knitted together, “I’m sure whatever you did had good reasoning behind it.”

“Well, yeah she’s a cunt but it’s not that.” Harry laughed loudly at your comment and you could feel his mood being lifted like steam dissipating in the air. You had such a fucking mouth on you sometimes. He loved it. “When I got home after we had that talk, everything was normal until my mum and I were watching TV after dinner. She said she had to talk about something and then just flat-out asked me if you and I were sleeping together! Like it was nothing.” 

“Shit.” His eyes widened, “And what did you tell her?”

“I told her the… truth.” You were a little nervous to tell him. A lot nervous actually. You knew he was ready to tell your parents whenever you were, but it felt wrong to have that conversation without him. But you couldn’t exactly call him or go over to his house after he just told you about his nephew. That would’ve been all sorts of fucked. Your mum knowing about you two dating meant nothing compared to what he was going through. 

“You did?”

“Yes. I’m really sorry.” You rushed out. “I wanted you to know when I was going to do it but I couldn’t lie to her when she was straight out asking me the question.”

“And you thought I’d be mad?” He scoffed, laughing softly while tucking your hair behind your ear. “Baby, the only way I’d be mad is if you were pressured into doing something you weren’t ready for. Were you okay having that conversation with her? I know… I know you weren’t ready to tell your parents yet.”

“Harry she asked me because Tracey was talking shit. After everything, everything we went through and all the fucked up shit she did and she still can’t leave me alone. I’ve done nothing to her.”

That manipulative cunt. 

Harry didn’t like to use that word very often. Other than the obvious use when he was trying to degrade you. But there was simply no other word in the English language that summed up who Tracey was. Desperate? Yes. Annoying? Just the sound of her breathing had Harry gritting his teeth. But the only word that truly encompassed everything about her was cunt.

He had no idea that her being kicked out was because she was causing problems again. He assumed it had something to do with you because you were cheeky and sneaky at times, but he didn’t expect this. After everything that happened, he thought you guys were done with her. 

“What the fuck? Fucking hell, y/n. Why didn’t you tell me?” He was getting a little frustrated at you now and you could see it in his expression. You just grabbed his hair and tilted his hair back, forcing his hair back under the water to rinse the conditioner out. Even though he was annoyed you didn’t tell him, he was still pliant to your touch and it took very minimal effort to maneuver his head. 

“Because we just spoke about your family and my drama literally doesn’t matter compared to what you’re going through. I didn’t want to bother you and then I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”

“Of course it matters.” He scoffed, “You shouldn’t have to deal with this shit by yourself. I thought she was dealt with, but clearly not. How long have you known?”

“I found out when my mum asked me about us. I had no idea anything was happening before that.”

“So… what? Tracey’s been running her mouth?”

“Basically.” You sighed, still running your fingers through his hair to get rid of the last bits of conditioner. “She hasn’t said anything directly, but she’s been making comments and saying random things that makes people think that we’re sleeping together. At least that’s what my mum said.”

“I don’t get why she’s doing this.” He sighed, “You’ve moved out and we’ve left her alone after everything that happened. She’s got no reason to come after us again.”

“Like I said, she’s a cunt.” Your words came out matter-of-factly, eliciting a roll of Harry’s eyes. “She’s probably bored and thinks that it’s easy to use me to have her fun because I’m not there to defend myself.”

“Bullshit. I’m there to defend you. Why isn’t she scared of me?” Harry scoffed, eliciting a laugh in response.

“Harry she’s obsessed with you and even if you blackmailed her and stomped all over her old wrinkly heart, she still wants you.”

“I didn’t stomp over anything. And I’m taking your old wrinkly statement as an insult.”

“Yeah right. You love being the ripe age of 39. ‘I get sexier with age, y/n’.” You quoted, attempting to mimic his low raspy accent. He raised a brow and immediately went for your sensitive spots, squeezing your waist with light twinkling fingers in an attempt to tickle you. “Stop!” You squealed, hitting his hands away. “Stop it Harry!”

“Admit I get sexier as I age. Admit it.” He threw back, wrapping one arm around your waist while using the other to tickle you. 

“I hate you!” You tried to push his hand off, laughing and wiggling and squealing all at the same time. It didn’t help that you two were still very much naked. “Whatever. You’re sexier as you age.”

The tickling stopped instantly and Harry had this smug grin on his face, happy that he beat you. “Thank you.”

“You’re a child.” You rolled your eyes.

“Come on. Finish the story.” He laughed softly, looping his arms around your waist. 

“I don’t even know what I was up to before your ego got bruised.”

He chose to ignore that statement. “You were explaining how obsessed Tracey is with me.”

“Oh, right. She’s obsessed with you so obviously she won’t be scared and she’s not threatened by me. She really didn’t think that I’d retaliate in any way even if I told her I would and now look at her. I think I handled it pretty fucking perfectly.” You announced proudly. 

It felt a little evil to be so happy over someone elses pain. You had ruined Tracey’s life and yet you were satisfied. It felt justified. In the beginning you never wanted to use your threats against her. You just wanted to be left alone, even if that meant sitting on evidence that she was having an affair. Now though… you felt worse about keeping it a secret than using it to get back at her.

“I’d say so.” Harry laughed. “How did it all happen?”

“She goes to pilates on Sundays so I waited until she was gone and went over to speak with Oscar. All I did was tell the truth and show him one of the photos of her and Ethan. I felt really bad for him, actually. He believed me even before I showed him a photo but he still wanted to see it, probably for proof so he doesn’t have to pay her out.” 

“Well shit.” Harry laughed, quickly turning you both around so you got some of the hot water. “He clearly didn’t take it well.”

You shook your head. “No. I could tell he was trying not to cry. I feel like I should’ve told him earlier.” You looked away for a moment, “it feels wrong to use one persons tragedy to get back at someone else. Like this is probably the worst thing to ever happen to him and I used it to get back at her. He doesn’t deserve that. Neither do his kids.”

“I know. The truth had to come out some way, though. It always does. Don’t blame yourself too much for it just because you benefited from it in some way. ” He grabbed your chin gently, guiding you to look back at him. “How did your mum react when you told her about us, anyway?” 

You were glad he was switching back to your mum because you really didn’t want to dwell to much on Tracey of all people. Or the shittiness you felt. 

“She already knew before Tracey started talking about us. She had this look on her face like she was waiting for me to outright say it.” 

“Wow. Really?”

“Yeah… she said it was mother’s intuition or whatever. I’m surprised she waited this long to say something about it, to be honest. She usually can’t keep her mouth shut and she already had a glass of wine when we spoke about it.”

Harry smiled at your comment, smoothing his hands over your back. “Was she upset about it? What did she say?”

“We spoke about it for a long time. She wasn’t upset but not thrilled either. I told her how happy I am and a little bit about our relationship so far and she seemed happy that it’s going well, but she’s still worried. I think she’s worried about the age gap and… well, your reputation. She doesn’t want me to get hurt.” 

You didn’t really want to go through the entire conversation with him. Nothing bad happened but it also felt like something that just you and your mum needed to know about. She gave you a lot of advice that made you feel lucky to have someone like her in your life. She was concerned but she actually listened to you, even when the conversation went a little wild, she listened to you and shared her own opinion as well. It went as well as you could’ve hoped. 

“My reputation as in…”

“Your one night stands. Obviously, I assured her that she didn’t have to worry about it. She thinks you’re charming but I think that also scares her. You’re the first real relationship I’ve had and it’s not exactly conventional and… I don’t know.” You sighed, looking away for a moment, “She said that she hoped my first love would be someone my age, that I’d date more before feeling so strongly about someone.”

Harry didn’t like the sound of that. So far, your mum’s concerns were valid ones and ones he expected. He never thought it would be easy or something your parents would understand right away and he prepared himself for that. They weren’t much older than him so navigating his relationship with them and you would take time. 

But he didn’t like the way those words came out of your mouth. That your mum hoped your first love was someone else and that you had more experience with other people before settling down. You two weren’t exactly planning for a baby or anything, it had barely been four months, and neither of you put any expectations on your relationship. You were young and he never imagined himself as the marrying type so you both just wanted to date and love each other and see how things evolved.

But you were still in it for the long haul with each other. This wasn’t a short term arrangement or something casual. You two loved each other. 

For Harry, he had already experienced heartbreak in all forms and he had grown from that. The Harry that survived his very first love was a completely different person to now. It wasn’t the only thing that shaped him to be the man he was today, but it contributed a lot to his life. He was at a point in his life now where meeting you and falling in love with you had completely changed how he thought his life would go.

He wanted to settle down with you. He couldn’t picture a future without you in it and you made it very clear that you loved him more than anything and you wanted to have that future with him. 

But you didn’t have what Harry had. You didn’t have years of making mistakes and meeting people and exploring yourself. Of figuring out who you are and what you want in life. You can do that with a partner and Harry knew he could show you the world and provide experiences you might not have if you were by yourself, but if you took the romance and his undying love for you out of the equation, would he encourage you to give your all to him? 

If it were anyone else, he’d tell them to keep their options open and grab any opportunities given to them. Was he holding you back from that?

“Do you wish you did? Have more relationships before me?” He solemnly asked, brows knitted together while he waited your reaction. 

That was a hard question to answer. But you had no regrets in dating Harry and that’s all that mattered. “In some ways, yes. I wish I had more experience in how to navigate even being in a relationship. But mostly no. There’s no one else I’d want to share my firsts with. In a lot of ways, you’re my first everything and I wouldn’t trade that for the world.” You cupped his face, running your thumbs under his cheeks. “Loving you is the happiest I’ve ever been and hopefully now, the people we love will be part of that too.”

Harry’s gaze softened and time seemed to still around you two. Having this conversation in such a vulnerable place like a shower only added to the intimacy of it all. You had a way of knocking the air out of his lungs. It happened with a look or a sigh, your gorgeous smile. And it definitely happened when you said things like this. 

“I want to give you the world, y/n. I want to give you everything you want. You tell me and it’s yours.” He murmured, gazing deep in your eyes.

“I just want you.” You whispered, “It’s all I’ve ever wanted, really.”

His eyes flickered between yours as he tipped his head forward to rest his forehead against yours. His wet hair dripped down your cheek, running down your jaw and neck, all the way until it joined the water at your feet. “I just want you too. Always.” 

You smiled and pulled his mouth down towards you, pressing your body against his to get impossibly closer to him. He wrapped his arms fully around you, squeezing you against him so every inch of your pretty soft skin melted into his. Your mouths blended into one, lips brushing together in a slow languid kiss. 

His tongue slid across your bottom lip and you freely gave him access to your mouth so he could slip in and run his tongue against yours. God, everything about it was so sexy. The steam clouding over you both, how good your wet bodies felt pressed together… the way his cock started to harden against your thigh, unable to spring up in that way you loved due to how close you two were. 

“I think…” You gasped, breaking free to run your mouth over his jaw. “You should finish your shower…” You pressed kisses in a path towards his ear, kissing his lobe once you got there before playfully tugging at it between your teeth. Harry whimpered in your ear, reaching down to squeeze your ass in both hands. “...and join me in bed.”

With that, you kissed his neck then unwrapped yourself from his arms, smirking as you slid past him to grab your towel. His hand snapped out suddenly, clasping around your wrist. “Don’t go.”

Harry looked like a starved man. His chest was heaving, cock heavy and hard between his legs and his lips all red and puffy from your kisses. You would’ve fucked him right there if shower sex didn’t scare the hell out of you. 

“I’ll get you a towel.” You blew him a little kiss, ignoring the crazed look in his eyes and walking away. Oh did you love a tease. 

It wasn’t long before Harry had you pinned to your bed, grinding his hips in slow deliberate strokes. Your entire love making was just that, making love. It was slow and deep, full of so many kisses you could barely breathe. His body was pressed heavy on top of you and he made sure you felt every inch of him that you could. Every inch of his cock, every inch of his heavy muscle and soft sweaty skin.

The window above your bed was still open, a clear view of the moon above your heads. It was a view you two decided was worth putting your pillows down by your feet when you were finished so you could lay the opposite direction and look outside. You had a nice view of the water, though it was particularly dark outside and the moon was so bright it took your entire process. 

“I still can’t believe she knows.” Harry murmured, looking up from where his head rested on your chest.

“Who?” You whispered, missing the context of his comment, “My mum?” 

“Mmh.” he nodded, looking down to where your hands were joined and resting on your stomach. “It feels… good. I don’t know how to explain it, but it feels like we’re moving onto the next step.”

“I feel the same. I feel better knowing she’s supportive. I had a feeling she would be, but it’s nice knowing I’ve got her on my side when we tell my dad.”

“Mmh.” He hummed in agreement, looking at the string of pearls around your neck. You put them back on after the shower and he found himself mesmerised by the way they twinkled under the moon light. “y’know I told my mum I was seeing someone. After our weekend away.”

“You did?” you frowned slightly.

“I didn’t say anything too personal or anything because we were keeping it quiet.” He assured, sensing the slight panic in your voice. “But I wanted her to know I have someone in my life who makes me happy.” 

You smiled, that slight beat of worry completely gone. “What did you tell her about me?”

“Not much. Just your name and that you’re studying. I didn’t want to show her any photos without asking you. She gets a bit excited and I knew if I sent her something she’d tell everyone about it.” He rolled his eyes, but you could tell by his tone that he loved that quality about her. Pausing, he looked from the moon to you. “I think you’d like her.”

“She sounds like my type of gal.” You grinned, “I’m excited to meet her.” 

“I think she’d cry if you said that. Happy tears of course.” 

You laughed softly, swiping your fingers through his hair. It had dried down after the shower and your activities and became all fluffy and dishevelled. You loved it in its natural state.

“Would you like to meet her?” Harry asked suddenly, his voice soft so only you could hear it. There was no one in your apartment but you yet the moment was so intimate and quiet, he didn’t want to ruin it. “We could facetime?” He looked up at you, expression hopeful for your response. 

“Harry I’d love that.” 

“Really?” His eyes widened ever so slightly, like he was surprised you’d agree. “You would?”

“Of course I would.” You assured, smiling while dancing your fingers across his jaw. “Set it up. Whenever suits her.” 

“Okay.” He grinned, reaching up to kiss you quickly before settling back down on your chest to look out at the moon, “I will.”

It felt so right and natural to take this next step. There were nerves about it, of course, and you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t scared that Anne wouldn’t like you or that you’d make a fool out of yourself. But you knew a decent amount about her and even if you didn’t, you knew you’d love her simply based off the fact you loved Harry. That was enough. 

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Driving

Summary: Harry takes you to the driving range and it’s basically foreplay

Word count: 2.6k

Content: smut, golf

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“Spread.”

“What?”

“Spread your legs.”

Heat flushed up your neck and into your cheeks as you shuffled your feet apart, keeping your eyes down at the golf ball. Harry’s voice behind you sounded satisfied. “Better. Position is everything.”

He touched the back of your hands with his, gently, but with assertion, rearranging your grip on the club. “Use the grip support to help you. You’ll feel it when you’ve slotted them in the correct place. And relax your shoulders. You're so tense you could snap the club.”

“I’m trying. There’s so much to remember,” you huffed, forcing your muscles to ease up and adjusting your grip under his guidance. His breath was hot on your neck when he laughed at your attitude. With one last squeeze to the back of your neck, he retreated to let you take the shot.

You shuffled your feet again, tried to ignore the heaviness of his gaze while you eyed the ball and took the swing. You knew it was bad before you even connected the club with the ball, the disappointing thump and the short flight of the ball across the green confirmed your expectations.

“Fuck,” you hissed, followed by Harry’s chuckle.

“No worries, doll. Practice swing. Here, let me help.”

You knew what he was doing, the way his palms slid from your shoulders, down your arms and cupped your wrists possessively. He guided your arms upwards in a swing and spoke low into your ear. “You need more control. Like this. Take your time at first. Get your position and grip perfect before you really go for it.”

You swallowed hard and nodded weakly in response. His hips were pushing close to your body. You could feel his chest expanding against your back. He let go of your wrists and one hand tangled into your hair, softly pushing your head down. “And keep your eye on the ball. Don’t look up until you’ve followed through.”

When you connected with the ball next, the click was satisfying and the ball soared further than before, delighting you to the point of bouncing in spot and twisting to look at Harry, eager for his approval.

“Nothing wrong with that, doll.” He was smiling that sweet smile he was so good at, dimples winking in admiration, though you’d only hit the ball a fraction of the distance he managed on the worst of his shots. He was in a short black tee and his muscles flexed while he clapped gently for your (minor) achievement.

Harry let you take several more shots, insisting you kept going even when you tried to pass back over to him. You didn’t miss his eyes on the curve of your body, your ass where the leggings hugged or your neck when you got hot and tied your hair up out of the way.

“Harry,” you whined, after several dud swings in a row. “I need help.”

“You know,” he hummed deeply into your ear, sliding his hands down your arms again. “If you want to get really good we can get you some lessons. My coach is -”

“I don’t want another teacher,” you interrupted sharply, causing Harry to crackle with laughter and plant a wet kiss on your cheek. “Bend a little for me, sweet thing.”

The gentle angle of your knees pushed your hips back subtly, and the position had so many delicious connotations your stomach swooped, but you shoved them aside to follow Harry’s lead as he took you through a few more practice swings before stepping away again.

Your back was cold without him pressed along it.

You channelled the sexual frustration into your hardest swing yet and you knew it was good one as soon as the satisfying click rang out.

Harry whooped dramatically, clapping his hands together loudly and grinning wide while he chewed on a piece of gum. You glared at him, embarrassed by the attention he was drawing to you both. With a huff you walked over to him, holding the club aloft for him to take over. Harry scooped you in his arms and blew a wet raspberry onto your neck, eliciting a squeak from you and even more embarrassment as you wiggled and pushed him away.

The real fun began when you all but forced Harry to get his practice in. You practically salivated watching him do anything he was good at, which, frustratingly, was almost everything he tried.

There should maybe be something inherently uncool and unsexy about golf, but Harry made it both those things. He was dedicated and focused. Everything about him turned you on from the strong angles of his back to the furrowed crease of concentration between his brows disappearing behind dark sunglasses. You sat on the bench watching him and shifted, feeling the swell of arousal in your belly and blood while he hit shots that cracked through the driving range with astonishing power. The feel of his hand pushing your head downwards still tingled on your scalp.

After he’d smashed his way through the two hundred balls he’d started with, he turned and gave you an inquiring look, head tilted with the club held up.

“Actually,” you started. “I think I’m ready to go.”

“Yeah?” His smirk was knowing, cocky. “All golfed out, baby doll?”

“Grab your clubs. I’ll wait in the car.” You snatched his keys from the bench and left, taking your time so he could watch you go. The truth was, he’d driven you cuckoo. The tactical touching, the showing off, the tight shirt and fitted golf trousers. You thought at least a moment of reprieve in the car would do you good.

In the safety of Harry’s Audi, you put the AC on and the radio to low.

The thing is, once Harry's wound you up (intentionally or otherwise) it’s hard to unwind again, and your mind was roaming rampant on thoughts of clenched hands and tensed muscles and strong swings. You closed your eyes and it only emphasised the feelings pulsing through you. By the time Harry popped the boot to toss his golf bag in the back, you could feel the results of your arousal gathering between your legs and knew it would be swirling in your irises too. A neon sign to Harry of exactly the spell he put you under. Great.

Harry slipped into the driver's seat and though he still wore his sunglasses you could tell he was tracking his eyes over you. “Hmm. Time to go home, I think,” he said, shifting into drive and reversing out of the spot.

But the drive home was too long, and he’d wound you up something terrible. Harry had a nasty, evil habit of holding your thigh when he drove, thanks to his dumb automatic fancy car. You clutched at his wrist, like he had yours earlier on, and dragged his palm further and further up, until you could angle him to cup your centre and cause a sigh of breathy relief out of you.

He barely reacted, just a tug of his lips to acknowledge your neediness, and the subtle press of his palm against you. You nudged your hips forward to meet his touch. Desperate.

“What’s got you all pent up, sweetheart?”

You squirmed and he pressed his hand firmer against your cunt in response. “Fucking-” you made a noise of frustration. “You. You’ve got me all pent up. Fucking, touching me and being good at golf and all that nonsense.”

The laugh that escaped Harry was one of genuine mirth and surprise, sweet and innocent in juxtaposition to his fingers rubbing against the humid space between your legs. “Really? Me playing golf gets you horny?”

“Harry,” you admonished. “Not just that.” You melted into the moment, as his fingers fell into a delicious rhythm where you wanted it most.

“What else, baby doll?” His voice was a deep and gravelly country road, and you rode it blissfully. Harry never turned away from the windscreen for a second.

“It was…” you drew in a shaky breath. “You helping me. You touching me.”

“That’s all?” Harry hummed thoughtfully, cupping his hand over your mound before withdrawing it back to his own lap. Your whine was entirely involuntary. “I like helping you too, baby. You know that, right?” You nodded and he flicked his head towards you before turning back to the road. “Good. I’ll help you soon. Promise. Let me just get us home.”

Harry had kept every promise he’d ever made to you, but that didn’t stop you being impatient and petulant. Unabashedly, you replaced the position of his hand between your thighs with your own, petting over the dampening fabric and the apex of your thighs where your clit throbbed. Your knee knocked against the car door when you squirmed and, per his earlier instruction, spread your legs.

“You can’t wait till we get home, dolly?” Harry hummed, lips ticking up in amusement.

“No. Harry.”

“Who now?”

You swallowed and your eyelids fluttered, overcome by the rumble of the car beneath you and your fingertips circling your sensitivity. “Daddy.”

“That’s a good little doll. You can touch, if you like, but you’re going to wait for me to make you come, is that right?”

“Yes,” you breathed your answer, but really, Harry was better than you at making you come anyway. It wasn’t much of a sacrifice to wait. Though the drive home seemed to drag tortmentuously, the friction you could give yourself doing little to curb the neediness throbbing through your bloodstream. Harry seemed frustratingly calm, but a delighted quirk to his eyebrow gave his true feelings away.

The agonising journey ground to a halt in Harry’s expansive driveway, him shifting into park with the engine still running and immediately twisting to face you, a hand tangling into your hair. Your body went lax, the ministrations of your fingers pausing to a halt and your thighs squeezing around your hand. You lolled your head back against the headrest, into his grip, and gazed at him.

“Oh, pretty, pretty thing. What’s got you so wound up? Hm? Speak to daddy?” He still wore his sunglasses, and you could see the faint reflection of yourself in them, could see yourself how he saw you, a flustered, keening mess in his passenger seat, twisting at the graze of his palm on your legging-covered thigh.

“I need you to make me come so bad, daddy.”

“Alright. Well, you better keep touching yourself then.”

You felt the disappointment sag your body further down into the seat, your bottom lip popping out in a pout. “But you said-”

“Yeah. I know what I said.” He tugged at your hair, enough to pull you up a little straighter but not to hurt hurt. “I said I’d make you come. Didn’t say how I’d do it.”

“It doesn’t feel as good without you,” you whined, entwining your fingers with his on your thigh, tempting him closer to your heat.

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” He teased, not unkindly, letting you drag his hand between your legs but not doing anything with it. “Thought I was a good teacher, hm, doll? Don’t you think I’m a good teacher?”

“You’re the best,” you admitted, so eager to please him you didn’t realise what you were agreeing to.

“That’s right. I’m the best.” He said it like a universal truth. “And I’m going to tell you exactly what to do and make you feel good.”

He was already making you feel sinfully good, cocooned in his car in the late afternoon, both soothed and wired by his voice.

“Rub your clit nice and slow for me. That’s it, doll. Just like that. Feel it zipping through you? All that pleasure? That’s how I felt when your bum pushed into my dick earlier on. Have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

He scratched his nails over your scalp and you moaned, the satisfaction of his hand in your hair oozing down your spine and the arousal buzzing throughout your lower body and spreading further out.

“Feel how wet you are now, baby. Yeah. Like that. How wet are you for me? Just from playing a bit of golf with your boyfriend? Let me see.” You moved your hand as Harry released your hair, pushing your thighs apart further. He tucked his sunglasses up and let his unobstructed gaze fall on the damp patch of material.

“Oh,” you gasped, when he leaned down and pressed his nose against you, breathing in and licking once, twice over your pussy, and even through your leggings you felt the hot humidity of his tongue.

Devastatingly, he sat back, smirking, “Sweetest little doll.” He grabbed your hand to push it back against your mound, using his own to help grind against your clit with more pressure than before. You gripped his shoulder with your spare hand, using the leverage to ride your hips against yours and his hands, teeth digging into your bottom lip and Harry’s eyes boring into yours.

“Come on, come for me. Be good for me. Show me how well I teach you to come. No one does it better, right doll? Tell me no one’s better.”

“No one’s better. You’re the best, Harry. Daddy. The best to me.”

He made a noise, the first one to indicate any loss of control, a groan of satisfaction, before diving towards your neck and sucking at the skin. He was all but making out with your neck, hand over yours taking the lead and ushering you closer and closer to the edge.

When you came you went impossibly hot, Harry’s breath on your jaw, the throb of ecstasy burning you from the inside out, your thighs clamped around two joined hands.

“That’s my girl,” Harry was saying to you, though it was tinny through blood pulsing in your ears, your hips still undulating under the pressure he applied to your clit. When you sagged down to the seat again, he released your hand and cupped your face, placing sweet kisses over your lips and cheekbones. You were puffing breaths hotly over his face, which only made him giggle. “You wanna go driving again tomorrow?”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this about golf, but you need a more unsexy hobby.”

“Sure thing, Dolly. What would you rather me do? Pottery?”

You pulled a face. “You just named arguably the hottest hobby there is. Maybe try bowls or something.”

Harry smiled and patted your thigh, encouraging you out of the car and into the shower (together). It was much later when you were both lazing together on the sofa, that Harry pursed his lips in interest at his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him. “What?”

He smirked. “I’m just looking into bowling clubs.”

“And?”

“Nothing. I just think it could be fun.” He turned back to his phone, and you waited patiently, seeing the comment bubbling from him before he continued. “The whole thing is to roll your ball closest to the smaller ball, which is known as the kitty. So, you know, reckon I’d be quite good at it. I always get pretty close to your kitty.”

You let him giggle his way to the end of the sentence before sighing and asking him to please stick to golf.

“You gonna come with me again sometime?”

“Maybe,” you agreed. “But you’ve got to teach me again. Properly.”

“My pleasure.”

You didn’t doubt it was.

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Our Place*

Summary: An extra for 404*

The one where Harry invites you back to his apartment for the first time and it doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, breeding kink, angst (happy ending), use of a safe word

Harry’s apartment is nicer than you expected. 

The furniture is cozy, the décor is unique, and his bedroom is well kept. He even has fresh flowers on his kitchen table. 

It surprised you, even though it shouldn’t. Harry doesn’t seem like a dirty guy, but truthfully, you were still shocked to find he had both sheets on his bed and no clothes on the ground.

You take in the tiny details of his life as he kisses down your neck and slips his fingers into your jeans. He’d wrangled you onto the bed only seconds after you walked through the door. He didn’t want to give you a tour of the whole apartment. Just the bedroom. Which you were more than all right with. 

He’s oddly desperate, given the circumstances. Maybe he always is, but tonight feels different. Tonight feels…hopeful.

“Shit, Tink,” he groans into your ear when he feels how wet you’ve become. “S’this just because you rode my bike?”

You gently swat the back of his head. “Stop it.”

“What?” He noses under your jaw. “Felt you squirming back there, Princess. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how you were trying to get yourself off to the vibrations?”

You wince. You didn’t even realize you’d been doing it. “I was not, I was just…the adrenaline was a lot—”

“Uh-huh.” He laughs and something about it sounds like honey. “S’fine, baby. You know I don’t mind.”

“Well…I wasn’t—”

“Sure. Can I fuck you now?”

You huff. “That’s why I’m here.”

He rips your jeans down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder and somewhere onto the floor. The warm air feels good and it’s then that you realize he’s right. You’re soaked, all the way through your panties.

But instead of taunting you further, he only tugs them aside and pulls his cock out. 

“I think…” he murmurs as he lines himself up, “…it’s high time I got you pregnant.”

Your mouth falls open in a moan as he drops a glob of spit onto your clit and pushes in.  

You’ve noticed that his breeding kink makes an appearance more often than not these days. Which you aren’t exactly complaining about. After all, you have one, too. Mostly thanks to him.

But it surprises you all the same as he starts to work himself in and out of your tight cunt, whispering the filthiest promises. 

“Think I won’t do it, hm? I will. Swell this pretty belly with my cum. S’what it was made for, wasn’t it? To take me. Have my babies. Gonna stretch you so pretty…get your tits leaking. You’ll let me have a taste, won’t you, Princess?”

You try to respond but how can you? You feel as though you’ve been fucked dumb. Unable to hear anything past the pounding of blood in your ears.

His glasses start to slip down his nose. He almost always takes them off—they’re mostly for reading anyway. But you like the look of them. Like how studious it makes him seem...how scandalous.

So, you nudge them back up. Desperate to see him exactly the way he always is.

He smirks. “You all right there, Tink?”

You nod weakly. “Yes…yeah. M’fine.”

“Thinking about what I said?” He kisses down your chest. “Thinking about calling me Daddy for real? Having our babies?"

Our. A word you didn’t think belonged to you. Because Harry doesn’t belong to you. And you don’t belong to him. You’re two separate people. Even when you fuck, he’s in his world and you’re in yours. You weren’t meant to be an “our.”

You chalk this up to a slip of the tongue. Something you say when you're threatening to breed someone. And you choose not to give it any power. Because you know what happens if you do.

The fucking gets harder. Faster. He’s chasing a high. In fact, he's been chasing it since earlier in the bar when he saw you with another man. And you know he’s trying to hold off for you, but he wants to cum. He wants to paint your belly with his seed and fuck it back in. Wants to make good on his word even if he shouldn’t.

Your nails scratch down his back, damp and covered in sweat. But his muscles feel good in your hands and you whimper as you hike a leg over his hip and bury him in your pussy.

In your lust-filled haze, your attention drifts. Head rolling to the side as you focus on the soft grunts in your ear. 

But then, your eyes find something on his dresser.

Your heart stops.

In fact, everything stops. Your breathing, your noises, your gentle rolls to meet his thrusts.

It all stops. And you whisper, “Red.”

He quickly falls still. A rather impressive feat given how anxious he is to find release. From 100 to 0 in only seconds, and you almost feel guilty as you sense him glance at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asks through labored inhales. “What…what happened, what do you want me to do?”

But you don’t look back. You keep your focus on the piece of furniture in the corner of his room and you will yourself not to cry.

Eventually, he looks, too. And when he realizes, the air in the room shifts.

He lets out a soft sigh and drops his hand to your hip. Squeezing it once. “Tink…”

You say nothing. Tears are pooling behind your lashes and your chest feels tight. 

“Tink,” he tries again, firm. His grip tightens on your waist. “Tinkerbell—"

“She’s beautiful,” you breathe. You take in a soft gasp. “Oh, my god, Harry, she’s…she’s so beautiful.”

He’s quiet for only a moment. “Yeah. She was,” he agrees gently.

You can’t take your eyes away from the picture frame. The guilt is so much worse now than it was before. Your heart is in your throat, in your ears, lying on the floor next to your jeans. 

You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be here. In his bed—their bed—fucking the man she died loving. While he promises to get you pregnant and give you his babies.

And how is he so calm? How the fuck is he looking at her picture while still inside of you instead of screaming at you to leave his apartment? How can he be okay with cheating on her with you?

“Princess,” he says again, and grabs onto your jaw to force your focus back to him. “Talk to me, what do you want me to do?”

Your lashes flutter. “What?”

“You said red,” he reminds you. “Which means we stop. But I need to know if you’re in pain or if I can pull out?”

It takes a moment for you to blink the fog from your mind and understand. But when you do, your stomach wrenches. “I…wait, shit, I…I want you to finish, I just…I saw her photo, and—”

“I know,” he interrupts softly. He gives you a gentle smile. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been there. But red means stop. And we’re gonna honor that. No matter why you said it.”

You whimper. “Harry, wait—”

“I’m gonna pull out,” he says, ignoring your plea. “And then we’re gonna talk—”

“Harry…Harry come on, you can’t—”

But he does. Even though he winces as slips himself out, teeth gritting together to keep from coming. 

But once he’s out, he delicately closes your legs, and sits beside you. “Okay,” he begins. He keeps your eyes on him. “What’s going on up there?” 

He nods at your forehead and you want to cry. “Nothing, I just…I…”

“You’ve never seen her before.”

You shake your head. “I don’t think so.”

“And you weren’t expecting to see her now,” he says for you. “Especially when we were fucking.”

You sniffle. “It felt like we were cheating. Like I was helping you hurt her. And then…and then I got worried that maybe you only brought me back here so you could pretend I was her. You know? With all the stuff about…about babies…and us, and…and—”

“Okay, breathe,” he instructs. He cups your cheek and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. “Breathe, Tink. Slow.”

Forced to obey, you suck in shallow gasps for air until your heart rate slows and your head doesn’t feel so dizzy.

Pleased, he says, “I know you’re not her, Tink. I don’t want you to be.”

Your expression softens.

“I brought you here because you’re the only person I want to see in the place she once lived,” he continues. His voice is strong. Steady. Like he’s given this far more thought than you anticipated. “After she died, I left it the same. I didn’t touch anything. Not the furniture she picked out. Not the dumb, cute little bowls she insisted we buy. Not the coffee pot that doesn’t work but she loved because she swore it made her coffee taste better. None of it.”

The tears fall down your cheeks, fast and without mercy. 

“I didn’t invite people over because I wanted to pretend she still lived here,” he tells you. “I wanted it to still be our place. Not just mine. And the thought of bringing someone else back here felt…wrong.”

You grab onto his wrist to keep his hand close and he smiles. 

“And then you,” he murmurs, dipping down to nuzzle his nose against yours. A display of affection you’d never expect from him. “And yeah, you’re annoying, and I hate you. But she would have fucking loved you.”

You nearly sob. 

“I want you here,” he says. “I want to talk about getting you pregnant and having our babies. I want to fuck you on this bed and I want to make you cry for a very different reason.”

You laugh through the tears.

“Look, I don’t believe in guardian angels and an afterlife and all that shit,” he admits. “But sometimes, I swear she sent you to me. And yeah, I probably should have moved the picture first. That was my fault, I haven’t had anyone in here in a while. But…you’re not her, Tink. You’re you. And that’s exactly who I want you to be.”

You can’t stop the next wave of emotion as you sling your arms around his neck and pull him close. He chuckles in your embrace but doesn’t fight you. He holds you, too. For as long as you both need.

“I hate you, too,” you finally whisper.

He smiles.

“Harry?”

“Mm?”

“…can we please finish now?”

He leans back to see you. “Are you sure?”

“Very.” You kiss him. “After all, you promised to get me pregnant. And I can’t leave until you do, Daddy."

The groan against your lips is delicious and devious.

And it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

“As you wish.”

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Rich Part 20

Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. Mission: 'have a normal relationship' starts with a disagreement and a night out with friends.

Warning: therapy, brief mention of death/grief, mention of daddy!kink, choking... I think that's it? 😅 

Word count: 12k+

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“God y’so tight, baby.” Harry hissed from above you.

You could only whine in response. His touch was everywhere. Your back, your chest, your core, all the way down to your tense calves. His weight was pressed on your hips, holding you into the bed while his hands worked their magic anywhere there was a tight spot. And there wasn’t just one. 

“What have you been up to? Seriously. Is there another man?”

“Oh yeah.” You snorted, pressing your cheek into the mattress so your words weren’t muffled by the bedding anymore. Your brows knotted together as you spoke through a heavy breath, trying so hard not to make another noise of pain. “Me and my computer have been through some wild times. Fucked me up so good I can’t breathe.”

“That’s not funny.” He tutted, kneading his palms into your mid back in a way that had you groaning. “Your back is really bad, y/n. It shouldn’t be this bad for someone your age.”

“You can stop if it’s such an inconvenience.” You bit back with far more attitude than warranted for. 

“It’s not an inconvenience.” He sighed, your attitude sparking something in him. A need to correct it and a churn in his stomach that told him something was wrong. You had been a little… snappy the last couple of days. He was worried that he had done something, or that something had happened to you. There was the obvious phone call but you assured him you were okay about it. And he didn’t lie. He promised you he wouldn’t and he stuck by that. 

“I’m worried for you. You’re always sitting with bad posture. Your bed isn’t a good place to study, love. Maybe we need to invest in a different chair for your table.”

It was such a dad thing to say and while you appreciated the worry, it was the last thing you wanted to speak about. Mostly because you were fine with your current situation and you didn’t really need Harry rearranging your place. 

“Yeah, maybe.” 

Harry didn’t like your silence. You were a quiet thing when he first met you but you weren’t like that anymore. You always had something to say or comment on, or show him on social media. You couldn’t keep quiet even during shows and movies and yet it felt like you didn’t have anything to say to him. 

He hated it. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked the question softly, unable to hold back from asking. Harry knew a massage wasn’t the best time to ask you about your feelings, but it had been eating at him. 

He was still working on the knots in your back like he had trained his entire life for it. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Harry was good at giving massages considering his hands were good for many things that you already had the pleasure of experiencing. 

It wasn’t a particularly enjoyable experience. Some spots felt good to work on and others where you were glad you were pressed to the bed because the ache was so bad you wanted to crawl out of your own skin. 

You spent days and nights on your computer and most of the time it was in bed or on an uncomfortable chair so your body was suffering terribly. It was one of the reasons why you were barely dressed and being massaged on Harry’s bed rather than stuffed full of dick to finally christen the bed after sleeping together again. 

The other reason was that you were still thinking about that phone call. You had been thinking about it non-stop over the last couple of days since you saw him and the more you thought about it, the more it bugged you. It just hadn’t left your brain and you were trying so hard, so fucking hard to just be okay with him not wanting to tell you something. 

Everyone was allowed to keep things to themselves. You did. You certainly didn’t share every thought and feeling with Harry, or anyone really, but you also didn’t feel like you had any problems or secrets that he might need to know about. You didn’t have secret phone calls or hidden text messages, nor did you blatantly say that you didn’t want to tell him something.

While a suspicious phone call had only happened once and since then there was nothing out of the ordinary, you couldn’t help but feel lied to. You went over it in your head time and time again, trying to think of what it could be or why he wouldn’t want to tell you and every situation felt catastrophic. 

It was this endless cycle of trying to figure out what that call was about and trying to make yourself be okay with it. But you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, there was this voice in the back of your head screaming at you to take this as a red flag, as a sign of him keeping things from you or not really changing as much as you thought he did.

You thought you trusted him again, that you already processed what happened and had been able to rebuild your trust and affection for him again while you two explored your relationship. But maybe it wasn’t as clear-cut as you thought it would be. 

Maybe the other shoe hadn’t dropped yet. 

“I think the answer is obvious.” You groaned, digging your fingers into the bedding to ground you. He wasn’t going particularly hard but it hurt like nothing else. 

“No, I mean… is there something else bothering you? You’ve been a bit quiet recently, that’s all.” 

You didn’t reply right away, but you also didn’t want to seem like something was wrong. Even with these ill feelings… you didn’t want to jump the gun. You wanted to give him a chance to explain things when he was ready. It was clearly family related so you wanted to respect that maybe it was too private for you to know about. 

Still… you two loved each other. Why wouldn’t he trust you? He knew practically everything about your family and you still felt like you hardly knew anything aside from basic surface information about his. 

“I’m just really tired. It’s been a long week.” You sighed. 

Harry didn’t want to admit it but he didn’t believe your response. 

“It’s okay. I understand.” He replied, smoothing his hands over your back. “Do you want me to continue?” 

“No. It’s okay.” You propped yourself up on your elbows and turned your face to look back at him. His eyes connected to yours and you felt your heart pang in your chest. There was so much uncertainty behind love in his gaze. You had a feeling he was seeing through your lies. 

Harry was quick to swing his leg back over your hips so you could move. When you were free you held your arm to your chest and placed your spare hand on his cheek so you could sit up and kiss him. “Thank you, H.” 

He smiled softly, “you’re welcome, darling.” He searched your eyes for a moment and grabbed the hand towel beside you to wipe his hands clean of the massage lotion he was using on you. “I love you. You know that right?”

“Of course I do.” You grabbed your t-shirt and slipped it back on, feeling your body ache with every movement. 

“And you can tell me when something is wrong. When I’ve done something wrong. You know that too right?”

He swore he could see your eyes crack for a second, but you hid it with that gorgeous smile of yours while you untucked your hair from the back of your shirt and grabbed his face with both hands. “Always.” You kissed him again softly, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Harry smiled. “Let me go wash my hands then we can watch something. Yeah? Archie, you can come back up now.” He looked over at the big fluff laying on his dog bed on the floor who immediately jumped up to join you on the bed. 

“My son!” you exclaimed, your mood immediately lifting as your arms widened to embrace him. He lept into them, completely ignoring Harry getting up while pushing you back onto the bed and licking you all over your face. His tail was wagging an obscene amount and you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. 

Harry smiled at the sight and disappeared into his bathroom to wash his hands. He returned a moment later to find you in the exact same position, except with Archie flat on top of you. Archie was a big boy and all Harry could see beneath the fur was your arms wrapped around him, your legs and your face peeking over Archie’s shoulder. 

“Always stealing my damn woman.” Harry tutted, climbing back onto the bed before running his fingers through the back of Archie’s head. 

“You’re gonna have to put on the show, H. I’m trapped.” You let out an exasperated sigh and looked at him with a grin while Archie’s tail wagged erratically. The stink knew you were talking about him. 

“Sometimes I think he’s trying to steal you on purpose. Damn cockblocker” Harry muttered, smirking at the way you rolled your eyes. He grabbed the remote from his bedside table and switched to Netflix. 

“I think my back is the cockblock tonight.” And your anxious feelings. “With the way you toss me around, I think you’d undo all the good work you’ve done tonight.” 

“Darling you know damn well that I can move your body however I want and make it feel fucking fantastic.” He flashed you a glance that almost challenged you to take him up on your claim. To finally christen his bed. The same bed he tied you up on, spanked you on, made you squirt and beg… where he took your anal virginity. Where you called him Daddy… 

But you couldn’t exactly force yourself to get in the mood. 

“I think your humility is my favourite quality of yours.” You rolled your eyes which earnt a pinch on your thigh in reprimand. Archie jerked at the way your thigh tensed at the bite of pain and was quick to bark at Harry. “See. Even Archie agrees.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” He remarked. You grinned and puckered your lips, making kissing noises until he leaned over you to give you a peck. 

“No, you’re lucky. It’s two against one now Harry and you know Archie will always take my side.”

Harry just laughed and played the show, shuffling down so you two were sharing the pillow and he was close to you. You loved spending time together like this. Just you two (and Archie) in your little bubble where you could relax and just exist in the same space and be happy. 

Your legs were intertwined as one and Archie was happy as anything using you as a bed. It was perfect. Until Harry had to talk about a topic that just ruined the vibe. 

“Can I ask you something?” Harry asked after a bit of quiet. You hummed a yes in reply. “Are you ready to tell your parents about us?” 

You froze at the question and looked at him. His expression was soft, but you could see the weight behind his question. You were ready, before that damn phone call. You wanted to be out in the open and just live like a normal couple. Sure you were nervous for your parents’ reaction, but you were sure about your relationship and you were ready to fight for it and try and smooth things over if they had an adverse reaction.

But now you had these doubts and worries that there was something major that Harry was keeping from you and you weren’t really sure. You were sure about your relationship; that hadn’t changed. But you weren’t sure if you were ready to fight to defend him just yet if there was this big secret looming over your shoulders.

You felt a little sensitive about it, maybe too sensitive considering he told you he wasn’t ready to speak about it, not that he would never tell you. But you couldn’t help how you felt and how uneasy it was to know he was hiding something from you. Kinda like when someone started a sentence with ‘no offense’. It didn’t really make anyone feel better. 

Your parents had every right to disagree with your relationship and while deep down you knew they’d never disown you and it wouldn’t get that far, the reality was that you needed to ask yourself if Harry was worth it.

It was a question you had asked yourself over and over and thought long and hard about and something you already answered and came to terms with when you two started dating. If the answer was anything but an unequivocal yes you never would’ve given him a second chance. 

That answer hadn’t changed and the moment that answer became no was the moment you knew there was a serious problem. But you still weren’t ready just yet. You thought you were, but that phone call shook you up more than you would’ve liked.

“I don’t know if I am.” You replied softly.

Harry was a little shocked at your reply and his usual ability to hide how he was feeling seemed to disappear. Things had been going so well with you two that it felt like the obvious next step and it felt right. He thought that after being together with friends, your family was the next step. It had always been what you wanted and what you talked about.

And now that he directly asked you, you said no?

“Okay…” he cleared his throat and sat up straight in the bed. “Can I ask why?”

“I guess I just want our friends to be good with us first, that’s all.” You didn’t really want to share your concerns about the phone call. It was still so fresh and you wanted to at least give him the benefit of the doubt and a chance to tell you about it himself. “You always said that it would be good like that. So they could support us if it didn’t go very well.”

“I did say that and I know I said I wanted to go at your pace, but I also don’t want to be living in secret forever.” There was a heavy undertone in his voice and you weren’t really sure where it was coming from. “You can’t even stay tonight because your parents think you’re at Lucy’s. I have to drop you off at her place so no one will see your car. It’s a bit ridiculous.”

You could sense the shift in the conversation and his tone. He was getting a bit defensive and it felt unwarranted given how he had always put the decision to you. Now at the first proper time he’s checked in to see how you’re feeling about it, he turns around and says it’s ridiculous?

“I know it’s ridiculous.” You sighed, sitting up so Archie was forced to get off you. Once you were free you crossed your legs and faced Harry properly. “But we both knew this was what it was going to be like. It won’t be like this forever.”

“I want it to be on your terms y/n, I do, and I’m not saying I won’t be patient. But do you not find it frustrating?” 

You found his accusation a little irritating, but you also understood it. This was the first time you two were properly talking about it and it was frustrating. But you didn’t find it as bad as Harry seemed to. Yeah, you would’ve liked to be able to do things near your childhood home, but you were happy with the little life you two were building. 

You understood the inconvenience though. Though he said the distance wasn’t a problem for him, you felt bad that he was always driving and you couldn’t return the favor as often. 

“I do.” You sighed, “We can barely spend time here because of it. You constantly have to find someone to take care of Archie and I know you hate leaving him overnight. And you always have to drive to me. I get it.”

“It’s not about the driving, y/n. It’s the fact that I can’t walk out of my house with you without pretending you’re just stopping by to see my dog. Or that we can’t do things around here without planning a secondary meeting point. I want your presence all over my house and my life but we’re constantly in a time crunch.”

He was starting to get accusatory now. Harry didn’t mean it in that way and he was trying to keep his frustrations at bay because he wasn’t upset at you. He respected that you weren’t ready but it was still a frustrating situation. 

“I know. But we get that all the time at my place. We can be a normal couple there and do whatever we want. Isn’t that enough for now?” 

“Yes…” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. “No, yeah you’re right. You’re right. What we have is the best it can be given the circumstances.”

Something about the way he phrased that irked you and you couldn’t explain why. The best it can be given the circumstances. You were happy with how things were and how they were progressing. You were still taking your time which is what you wanted and what Harry claimed to want too. But you almost felt like he was getting comfortable. Too comfortable where he was almost forgetting how deeply he hurt you. 

And barely a week after he told you he fucking loved you. 

There was a… a tiny sliver in your brain that told you he was just waiting to sleep with you again to somehow fuck things up so you’d break up with him. That he liked the sex but the rest was too much for him. That he… told you he loved you just to convince you this was real. 

You didn’t believe it. Not when you saw and believed how earnest he was and how important the gesture of his pearl necklace was to you and him. But the doubt was still there. The tiny sliver of doubt. 

“You’re right. Given the circumstances where you broke my trust and lied to me constantly, I think we have the best it can be.” You grabbed your drink bottle from the bedside table then got off the bed and started to walk out of the room.

“God. Fuck.” Harry cursed, “Y/n, I didn’t mean…” He was quick to get up and follow you, fearing that he suddenly fucked up the entire conversation. He didn’t want you to leave. “Baby, don’t leave.” He called after you, practically running down the stairs to catch up.

“I’m not leaving. I’m filling up my drink bottle.” You replied simply, barely looking at him over your shoulder.

“I think about what I did to you every fucking day, y/n.” He stressed, following you into the kitchen. “Every day.”

“I believe you.” You shrugged while heading into his walk-in pantry where the fridge was. 

Harry felt like his whole world was about to explode. Expressing his frustrations turned into him shoving his foot in his mouth and fucking everything up. And now… now it was like you were revealing all these hidden feelings you had towards him. He could read it in your body language and the way you walked away from him.

In hindsight, he should’ve just left the conversation about your parents at your first response. He should’ve just bulshitted some reply about how he understood when in reality he was frustrated by the entire thing. But he couldn’t do that. Not when his frustrations went far deeper than having to find a dogsitter for Archie (i.e. his son) because you couldn’t spend the night at his house.

Harry could feel the apprehension in the air. It lingered like stale cigarette smoke or the heavy aftermath of a humid day. You were starting to doubt the relationship or him or everything or-well he didn’t fucking know. But he knew something was going on. It was why he asked you during your massage and why he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

Something was wrong and you weren’t telling him and he just wanted to shake you and force the words out of your mouth.

“Do you?” You could feel his eyes focused right on you from where he stood in the doorway, practically trapping you in the small space.  “I can read you, y/n. I can tell you don’t.”

“Harry, I do believe you.” You sighed, setting your drink bottle down on the bench before crossing your arms. “ I do. But I just don’t understand why you’re rushing me with this.”

“I’m not rushing you. That wasn’t my intention. I was just… expressing my frustrations about it all.”

“You’re allowed to do that, but saying that what we have is the best given the circumstances makes it sound kind of shit.” You looked down at the floor, avoiding his eye contact. He walked towards you and without any words wrapped his arms around your body to tuck you into his chest. 

“I shouldn’t have phrased it like that.” He murmured, resting his chin on the top of your head. It took a moment for you to relax into it, but once you did he could feel the immediate warmth as you pressed your cheek to his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry”

“No. You shouldn’t have. I think what we have is pretty great but if you don't think that then…”

“No.” He deadpanned, immediately pulling back to look at you. He slid his hands over your face, cradling it like you were the most precious thing in the world. “What we have is perfect. I love every moment I have with you, even when you’re hiding in the front seat so the neighbours can’t see you.” 

A small smile broke on your lips at his comment, “I want us to get to a place where we can do whatever we want. I think you just need to be a bit patient with me.”

“You’re right.” Harry nodded, scanning your face, “I put you through hell. I know I did. I think I just got a little caught up in you and the romance and jumped too far ahead and that’s my fault. I want to be with you all the time without hiding anything from anyone and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m sorry.”

“I know.” You smiled softly, still feeling that swirl of uneasiness in your chest. “But we’re going to start moving things forward in other ways. Like with our friends. Right?”

“Yes. Definitely,” he nodded, smoothing his hands down your neck to your shoulders. “I’ll call Niall. Just make sure your friends are free and I’ll organise it.”

“Okay.” 

“Okay… I love you.” He murmured, running his thumb over your cheek. 

“I love you too.” 

//

“There’s something going on with her Max, I’m telling you. I can sense it.” Harry tapped his foot anxiously on the floor, repeatedly combing through Princess’ soft due. 

“Okay… have you asked her about it?” Max replied, scanning her eyes over his cagey posture.

“Of course I have. She’s just been…” He let out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know. It’s unnerving. Like she’s hiding something from me and I can’t figure out what.” 

“Do you think it has anything to do with the call to your mother? About Gemma?”

“No.” He replied instantly, eyes snapping to hers. 

“That was a fast reaction. Are you sure?” She cocked her head and the look she gave him was one Harry despised. It was a look that told him that she already knew the answer. She was just waiting on whether he’d tell the truth or not. 

“She seemed understanding about it. And she hasn’t brought it back up.” He shrugged. 

“Have you brought it back up?”

“…No.” Harry replied hesitantly, having a semi-good idea of what she was going to say next. 

Max paused, closing her notebook over her crossed legs. “Allow me to do a run-through.”

“Of what?” His movements on Princess’ hair paused for a moment, already hating wherever Max was going with this.

“Your relationship. Just to put it into perspective.” 

“I don’t need a run-through, Max, I’m in the relationship.” Harry scoffed, “I know what I’ve done and I know what’s happened.”

“Okay. Then let me ask you why you don’t think that lying to her about your family hurt her? She knows you’re hiding something from her. You lied about your family and you broke your promise to her.”

“I’m not lying, Max.” Harry defended, in serious denial about his own actions. “I told her that I didn’t want to hide the phone call but that I wasn’t ready to talk about it. That’s not a lie.”

Max sighed and opened up the book again, looking between him and her page as she started jotting down notes. Harry hated it when she did that. He knew it was some therapist trick to make the patient anxious or more truthful or something that honestly worked too well on him. 

“You know this doesn’t work if you’re dishonest. We’ve been doing this far too long for you to start lying now.” 

“I’m not being dishonest.” He breathed out a dry laugh, “I told her that I wasn’t going to pretend that the phone didn’t happen, just that I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I’m allowed to keep things from her.”

“You’re making excuses. You’ve hid a huge part of your life from her. That is a lie, Harry.” 

Harry had a love-hate relationship with Max. She kept him grounded and provided unfiltered support and advice. He could say anything to her and she’d know how to handle it and for that he would be forever grateful to her. She had saved his life more than once. But he hated that she was always right.

Because he was lying. He was a big fat fucking liar and even though he wanted to try and spin the story so it sounded like he was doing the right thing, he wasn’t and he knew it. He broke his promise to you and he disrespected you by hiding such a big part of his life.

At the same time though… this secret was something he had kept to himself for a long time. Aside from Max, there was only a select few in Australia who knew about it and that was only because they knew Gemma. You would be the first person he tells in years and that wasn’t an easy thing to do. He couldn’t just say it and Harry had to be prepared for it to change your relationship completely. 

“Do you think I want to lie to her?” He snapped, the uptick of his tone causing Princess to meow loudly as some sort of reprimand. He exhaled deeply to try and calm himself, “I would give my life for hers in a fucking heartbeat. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.” 

“So why have you kept it a secret for so long?” 

It took a long moment of silence for Harry to finally muster up the words. He had uttered those words to Max more times than he could count and yet this time it was harder than ever. He knew it was because this had to do with you. 

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?” Max prompted gently after sensing that those two words were a complete sentence. 

“That she’ll stop loving me.” He held his gaze firmly to Princess, unable to look Max in the eye. “That she’ll find me disgusting. Fuck I find me disgusting. Why wouldn’t she?… I’m a… I’m a coward.”

“Do you think y/n would leave you over this?”

“I don’t know. I think it would put our relationship back. She wouldn’t trust me anymore.”

“Isn’t that a decision she needs to make? You decided to hide what Ethan did and it had dire consequences. You took away her choice then and that’s what you’re doing now.” Max could see the way Harry visibly tensed at her mentioning of Ethan, but it didn’t last very long before his shoulders were starting to sink low. Harry looked deflated.

“I’m not… I don’t know, Max.”

“You know what the right thing to do is, Harry. Telling yourself she’s better off not knowing is an excuse.”

“I know it’s an excuse. I know.” His voice was almost pleading, desperate like he just wanted to skip the middle and move to the end where his last secret was out in the open and you two were okay. 

“Speaking to her about it might actually make you feel better. It might help you work through it in preparation for contacting Gemma again… if that’s something you still want.” 

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Just consider it.” she smiled softly, “Your mother wants you to go home for Gemma’s birthday, right? Why don’t we make that a goal? There’s still a few more months.” 

And there it was. The phone call. One of the reasons Harry booked an extra session this week. 

“I don’t even know what I’d say to either of them.” Harry exhaled deeply, “How do I apologise to Gemma and how do I explain to y/n that I left my only sister in her greatest time of need? It’s just fucked. And it’s all my fault.”

“Why don’t you write a letter?” Max suggested. “One to Gemma and one to y/n. You don’t need to send it but you can get your feelings out and try and organise your thoughts about it all. You’ve kept a journal in the past and it helped you. Addressing the people you’ve hurt might… help you find some clarity.”

“Then what?”

“Then you can start small.” She shrugged, “A text, a call. Whatever you think is the appropriate approach to reach out to Gemma again. I know it’s been a while since you contacted her but we can work through it together. I can be there every step of the way if you want me to.”

It was something Harry had wanted to do for a long time. His relationship with his family was so important to him and yet it was the one thing he had yet made a true effort to try and fix. Well, he did in the beginning, but now it almost felt like too little too late. But his mum constantly encouraged him to reach out to Gemma again and she always invited him to every special family event. She was the one constant in his life and he knew that all she ever wanted was her two children in the same house again.

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I can ask you to do. These are just suggestions. You know that.” Max smiled.

“I know.” He murmured, looking over at Princess before the little clock on the side table next to the couch caught his peripheral vision. Finally. “My times up.” He announced it without any room for interpretation and stood from the couch.

“I can extend, if you need.” Max followed suit and stood up, setting her notebook on the chair behind her. 

“No. It’s okay. I’ll see you next week.” Harry smiled, feeling relief that he was able to leave the room and process some of this by himself. “Bye Princess.” He reached down and gave Princess one more scratch behind his fluffy ears before turning back to his therapist. “Thanks Max”

//

H: Are you coming here before we go? I miss you. :(

You smiled to yourself, feeling that dizzying and slightly overwhelming love you had for him. Like a happy burning in your heart. Harry was such a baby sometimes and it honestly wasn’t what you expected when you started dating him. But you couldn’t lie, you did love it. He could be as dominating as anything (which you also frothed over) then be a needy child a moment later. 

You: No. We’re having pres here then we’ll meet you at the bar Xx 

H: Ok. What are you wearing tonight? 

You: You’ll seeeeee. You’ll like it

H: I know I will. H: Can’t wait to get my hands on you. Text me when you’re on your way. X

“Ugh. You’re disgusting.” Lucy rolled her eyes, throwing her empty can at you. You rolled your eyes and heart reacted to Harry’s message before turning off your phone and throwing it onto the carpet of Lucy’s floor.

“Whatever. I’m in love, remember.” You teased, grabbing your glass to finish off the last bit of the sweet sugary alcohol that was getting you relaxed and giddy for what the night was going to bring. You needed to get drunk to get out of your head. At this point it might’ve been the only thing to not ruin the night. 

“It’s so cute!” Priya beamed, eyes meeting yours for a moment as she blended her eyeshadow. “I can’t believe this is actually happening. It’s so exciting.”

“I think it’s exciting.” Lucy defended, “I wouldn’t have helped the dickhead if I didn’t like him. I’m just…” she paused to flick her eyeliner out, her hand slightly shaky from the couple drinks she already had. “…weary. I’m your best friend, I’m allowed to look at this through the eyes of a parent.”

“I appreciate that, Luce. I really do, but tonight I want you to look at him as a friend. I want you to get to know him, like actually get to know him. He’s… I can see a future with him and I want our lives to be normal.” You explained, feeling that buzz start to grow slowly and slowly. 

“You’re starting off in the most un-normal way, babe.” She snorted. “Your relationship is never going to be normal. Your age gap, your living situation. None of it is normal.”

“Okay, seriously. Are you going to be like this all night?” You snapped, far too aggressive for her comment. She was just telling the truth, something that you valued heavily in your friendship. 

“Jeez. I’m sorry. I’m just telling the truth.” Lucy defended. 

“No… I know…” you sighed, looking at her apologetically. You didn’t mean to snap. You were just a little on edge and her reality check seemed to trigger you somehow. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’ve just… been going through it I think.”

Lucy had a feeling something was wrong. From the moment you walked in her door she could sense something was wrong. But she didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news or the one to ruin the vibe. She’d ask you about it, but not tonight. 

“Okay well we can go through it tomorrow, okay?” She responded softly. “You want to have a good night, so let’s have a good night.” Her tone turned positive, trying to comfort you. “here-” she then got up and passed you another drink, squeezing your arm comfortingly before she plopped back onto the floor where she was doing her makeup. 

“Agreed. Let’s have a good night.” You smiled, opening the can to start your third drink of the night. 

By the time you were at the bar, all three of you were sufficiently tipsy. You didn’t want to be too drunk, so you cut yourself off at four drinks while Priya had a few extra. Lucy cut herself off earlier than you but you were all in a good mood. 

It was a nice bar in the city, barely 30 minutes by Uber. Harry booked a booth for the night which you were all excited about. None of you had ever done that before but Harry picked the place and decided that he wanted everyone to be comfortable for the night. His shout. 

You tried to offer money but he was adamant (as usual) that you weren’t going to pay a cent. He even went as far as booking your Uber for you because he wanted to make sure you were safe, which was a gesture all three of you appreciated. 

Harry, Niall and Jed were at the bar a lot earlier than you three were. They met at Harry’s first and went in together, which gave Harry ample opportunity to chat with Niall and Jed while it was just them. He truly was as happy as ever that Niall and Jed were in a relationship now, and to think they properly bonded over Harry’s fucked up situation. 

It was just so nice to see. Jed was still a bit reserved, but Niall brought him out of his shell and Harry could literally feel the happiness radiating off of them. It was intoxicating and he was excited for you to properly get to know the couple as Harry knew them. Niall was so important to him, and now Jed was, as an extension of him so this night meant a lot to Harry. 

Getting to know Jed made Harry realise that this night was way overdue. He couldn’t wait for you to arrive, really. All night he had been checking his phone to see if you texted him, like some lovesick puppy with attachment issues. But he couldn’t help it. 

You were nearing your end of term, only a week and a bit to go before you got a break so you were busy as ever. He had only managed to see you once this week and he was getting antsy. Due to Harry’s own work schedule you were only able to get dinner together in the city once he finished work before you had to go home, so he was looking forward to seeing you again. 

He tried to get you to spend the night at his house tonight but you didn’t want to ditch your friends or have to sneak out early morning which he understood. Harry hoped that tonight was the beginning of your free and open relationship. He wanted more nights like this where you two were with your friends and the people you cared about. 

People that included both your families. He thought a lot about what Max said to him about telling you the truth. He didn’t want to keep it from you anymore but at the same time… he was so scared. He was scared to make amends with his sister and he was scared to tell you the truth. But he needed to. He just… needed to work himself up to it. 

To start though, he wanted to win over your friends. Which was his focus for the night. 

“Your girl is late, mate. I almost forgot how long it takes girls to get ready.” Niall joked, taking a sip of his beer. 

“Her Uber’s arrived. She’ll be here soon.” Harry replied, looking down at his phone to see if you texted him. 

It was like he spoke you into existence because a moment later his eyes connected to you as you were walking through the crowd of people. Lucy was guiding you and Priya through the crowd, all holding hands in this way that Harry found adorable. You were last in the line and looking so drop-dead fucking gorgeous his cock stirred in his pants. Like he was under the influence of some Pavlov experiment where just the sight of you got him hard. 

He could see the glitter on your eyes from here, the deep shade of your lipstick and shimmer you somehow applied to your skin. You were like a fairy and Harry was proper obsessed with whatever you had done to your skin and makeup. He had seen you dressed nice before, even dressed up to go out like this. But there was something different about tonight. 

You were radiant and when you got a bit closer and all three men stood to greet you, he felt himself even have to hold back a curse on what you were wearing. Short and black; a little dress with thin straps that fell mid thigh. You paired it with sneakers which he found adorable, but there was nothing adorable about the way you were staring at him. 

Harry specifically wore something he thought you’d like and by your reaction, he had picked right. Black pants and a black linen shirt, unbuttoned hairway with the sleeves rolled up. You liked it when he showed his chest, so he did just that. He wore his signature cross necklace and chose an excessive amount of chunky rings, just because you liked picturing his hand around your neck in them. 

You looked at him like you wanted to devour him, and he was sure he looked at you just the same. 

“Hi baby.” Harry greeted once the three of you told your name to the security guard manning the little rope that separated the busy dance floor from the few booths the club offered. He brought you into a tight hug, taking advantage of being the last to greet each other while the others made small talk. “You look…” he pulled away and put his hands on your hips, eyeing you all over “…fucking incredible. Drop dead gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” You blushed, sliding your hands over his shirt to feel the material. “I love this. You look so good.”

“‘S all for you.” He spoke in your ear, dipping in so you could hear him properly over the music. You fisted his shirt in your hands, desperate to kiss him. 

But it was a bit weird. 

Not between you and Harry (though there was that underlying anxiety you had in the pit of your stomach), but it was weird to be out with people you knew. It shouldn’t have been considering he was always at your place and you two were out and about like normal, but so far it had always been just you two. 

He saw Maeve and Jay here and there but this was the first proper thing as a couple where it wasn’t just you two in your bubble working through your feelings and getting to know each other on another level. It still felt like you had to hide the fact that you two were dating. 

“Oh come on you two. Kiss before I die from waiting.” Niall yelled, rolling his eyes while plopping back down into the booth. 

Harry just ignored him and grabbed your chin to pull you in for a kiss. Your tipsy giggle at the movement turned into a moan, but he kept it reasonably quick and clean before pulling away. “Hi gorgeous.” He smiled, pecking you again. 

“Hi.” You grinned, wiping off the bit of lipstick on his mouth with your thumb before he dragged you alongside him back into the booth.  

“I ordered you a drink,” Harry spoke against your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist with his hand firmly grabbing your hip. He pulled you tight against him so your whole side was pressed to his. It was like he never wanted to let you go. 

“What did you get?” You asked back, letting your left leg hook over his. 

“Something sweet and fruity. And a tequila shot.” He grinned, eyes dropping down to your body for a moment. You could tell he was tipsy already by how relaxed and touchy-feely he was being. 

“You know me so well.” You mused, patting his cheek haphazardly before your attention was caught by something Niall said across the table. 

Harry was right about Niall. He was a fucking crack-up. At the very beginning of the night, it was a tad awkward. There was small talk being yelled over the music and you all found yourselves talking in the comfort of your pairs. But Niall was a drunk social butterfly and his energy was quickly absorbed by the group within minutes and as soon as the drinks started flowing, so did the laughs. 

It was easy to talk about nothing and everything all at the same time. Jed took a little longer to open up, but the alcohol seemed to help. He was surprisingly funny when he relaxed into it, which wasn’t what you expected. It seemed like a black cat, golden retriever type of vibe but you could see how him and Niall were compatible. 

And Harry… well he was Harry. He could win a crowd with his smile only. He was easily able to charm everyone with his stories and boisterous laugh. The constant rounds of drinks coming from his pocket seemed to help too, but it was nice to see him getting along with your friends. Mostly anyways. 

“You’re such a liar!” Lucy yelled across the table, rolling her eyes. 

“I’m not. Scouts honour.” Harry laughed, squeezing your hip affectionately while taking a swig of his tequila. You leaned into him, practically on top of his lap with how tight he was holding onto you. Not that you minded. You quite liked being positioned in a way that clearly told everyone walking by that you two were dating. That he owned you.

“He’s not lying.” Niall butted in, “the fucker really does have four nipples. Like some genetically modified Greek god.” He bellowed a laugh afterwards, finding it the funniest thing ever. Jed rolled his eyes but you could see him soften as Niall’s arm slung around his shoulder and he whispered something into his ear.

“Technically two are birthmarks,” Harry waved his glass around as he spoke, “but they look like nipples.”

“They do.” You agreed, sipping your drink.

“I can vouch for that too.” Niall raised his beer in a cheers to himself before he clinked it with Jed’s stationary glass on the table and drank a few big gulps. 

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” Lucy laughed, taking big gulps of her drink. “Well I’m not asking to see them and you’re not offering so, girls-” she stood abruptly like she suddenly forgot Harry’s nipples were a topic of conversation a moment earlier. She swayed a little and put her hand on Priya’s shoulder for a bit of balance. “I need to pee and I need to dance.” 

“Me too.” Priya stood up as well and held her hand out to you. 

“I’m coming!” You went to stand up but Harry was quick to pull you back down beside him.

“Where are you going?” He nuzzled his nose against your neck, words spoken directly into your ear. “You keep leaving me.” You had to hold back a moan at how good it felt. Being drunk seemed to make your body sensitive to everything he was doing.

“To pee again and dance.” You replied, grabbing his jaw so you could look at him. “You promised me one too, remember?” 

Harry flashed you a drunk smile and nodded, eyes glazed with tequila. “I always keep my promises, darling. Pinky promise.” He declared, holding his pinky out for you to take. It was a childish antic that you adored and reciprocated by wrapping your pinky around his. 

“You’re lying. But I’ll forgive you for it.” You planted a kiss on the slight pout that formed on his lips before you were grabbed out of your spot by Lucy’s strong grip. 

“What do you mean by that?” He asked a second later through furrowed brows. It took a moment for him to process what you said. Your words were followed with such quick movements he nearly got whiplash. But even in his drunken state, he could understand that you were calling him a liar. It was like an ice cold bucket being thrown over his head. He was sent right back to your comment when you had that argument and what Max said about him lying to you. 

The truth was, you had no idea what he was talking about. The words slipped out like the deepest thoughts of your brain and went in one ear and out the other. You could barely remember the nipple conversation let alone the slip of your tongue.

“What?” You called, not sure if you were misunderstanding the context or what he was actually saying as well.

“Come on, y/n,” Lucy yelled, tugging you behind her. You grabbed your shoulder bag from the booth seat and yelled an ‘I’ll be back’ to your boyfriend then let yourself be dragged through the club to the bathrooms. 

“God he’s obsessed with you!” Priya squealed once you were in the slightly quieter bathroom. Lucy ran into one of the stalls and you were both quick to stand in front of the door and hold the top just in case.

“You think?” You smiled dreamily, leaning against the stall door.

“You think?” Lucy mimicked from inside the stall. “y/n, he’s practically showing you off to every man in the bar. I’ve never seen someone smirk or raise their glass to more strangers than he has.” The door whipped open a moment later, causing both you and Priya to stumble at the loss of balance. “When I went out with ‘plungie’ he tried to start fights over some drunk guy just looking at me. It was so stupid.”

“Yeah, Pete was like that too. Jealous as fuck and not in a hot way.” Priya nodded like her head was going to come off, “Harry is so secure. It’s like he likes when they look at you.”

“Yeah, probably in more ways than one.” Lucy snorted, referencing your dabble or rather, full experimentation with exhibitionism. 

“Shut up.” You gasped, shoving her with a laugh as you fell back against the closed stall door once Priya went inside. “He doesn’t need to be jealous. He knows I’m his.” Your hand went to the little pearls around your neck, fiddling with them so that warm feeling filled your chest.

“Okay but be honest. Seriously honest.” Lucy looked at you through the mirror with a serious expression. “Are you happy? Does he make you happy?” 

You nodded firmly. “Yes. Extremely happy.”

She smiled and fished out her lipstick to reapply, “Good.”

“Does this mean you like him?” You teased, nudging her calf with your sneaker. She rolled her eyes.

“Maybe. Ask me when I’m not drunk with drinks he’s paid for.”

Priya bounced out of her stall a moment later, fluffing her hair. “Hey, does he seriously have four nipples?”

You and Lucy both laughed and you decided to ignore the question to go to the bathroom yourself. Once you three were done and had taken sufficient photos in the mirror, you returned to the dancefloor and found a good little spot near the booths to dance. It was your third toilet trip of the night and you were all definitely feeling the alcohol now that you were up and moving around. 

The three of you bounced around and sang along with the songs you knew, but it wasn’t long before the three men you arrived with stumbled onto the dance floor to join you. You felt Niall’s weight first, his laugh loud as he slung his arms across yours and Priya’s shoulders. 

“You two are marvelous dancers. Like two flamingos.” He slurred, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek. He went to do the same with Priya before Jed pulled him away and yelled a sorry to the two of you. 

You just laughed and shared a glance with Priya before you felt another set of arms snake around you. This time they were those familiar, strong arms attached to a glorious man who smelt too good and felt too good around you. 

“God baby, you’re so sexy when you dance.” Harry said in your ear, pressing his hands to your lower stomach while pushing his hips into your bum. Dancing in a sweaty club with a man had only felt like this once in your life and it was a feeling you could never get again. 

But with Harry… god just feeling him pressed into your back was turning you on in feral ways. If the bathrooms weren’t so well guarded to prevent exactly what you wanted to do, you had half a mind to pull him into a stall and suck his cock. 

“Apparently I dance like a flamingo. Whatever that means.” You yelled back, tilting your head to look up at him. He had a look of confusion on his face and laughed.  

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You responded, turning around to grab onto his collar. He smirked down at you, preempting the movement way before you tugged his collar down to join your mouths. 

God it was so hot. His hands found your ass shamelessly, giving into his tipsy desires without a single care who was around. Harry had done far worse in public, practically all but fucking someone so a little grinding and making out with the love of his life was the least scandalous thing he could do. Besides, Harry knew that the majority of the people around you two were doing the same thing or too drunk to care. 

“You’re so hot.” You gasped, panting when the kiss broke and his lips found your jaw. His smirk curled against your skin. 

“I fucking love you.” He spoke right in your ear before pulling back to grab your neck to kiss you deeply. You moaned into his mouth, pressing harder against him while curling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

His hands were on your ass, your back, your hair. He tugged at it and kneaded your ass, keeping you as close as humanly possible to him. It was exhilarating doing this with so many people around and ignited that part of you that found the exhibitionist area of Pleasing so exciting - the part of you that orgasmed so easily when Harry fingered you on the deck of the boat during your weekend away. 

“I love you.” You panted, kissing him again. He echoed the sentiment as a groan in your mouth before he suddenly turned you around so your back was to your chest. 

“Dance for me.” He rumbled into your ear, using a firm grip on your hips to grind them against him. You were happy to oblige and started swaying your hips along with his. 

You made eye contact with Lucy who was dancing with a stranger, facing you with a big goofy smile. She motioned to the guy behind her and made a thumbs up, flipping it up and down to ask you if he was hot or not. You nodded and flashed a thumbs to her. She puckered her lips in a kiss to you before turning around to welcome the guy’s sloppy drunk kiss. 

“Is that what you used to do?” Harry asked you, tipping his head towards Lucy. 

“Sometimes.” You replied, laughing when his fingers dug with purpose into your hips. “Most of the time it wasn’t good. Drunk boys don’t kiss very well.”

“And what about me?” He asked in your ear, sliding his palm flat over your belly. God having his big fucking hand right over your lower stomach was driving you crazy. 

Your eyes fluttered closed and you turned your head to look back up at him. “Well you’re not a boy.”

“No I’m not.” He smirked, pressing his palm over your neck to kiss you. Your neck angled towards him in that submissive way he loved while you kissed back eagerly. The kiss broke with a laugh when Niall made some joke about you two then you were separated and forced to dance with your friends. But it was barely one song before he was attempting to bring you back. 

“Bring me back my woman.” Harry yelled over the crowd, pulling you back into him. You laughed at his antics, your back bumping against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your chest. He swayed you violently side to side, yelling the words of the song into your ear in an obnoxious way that drunk you found hilarious. 

The dance floor was packed and Harry was happy to take advantage of that and keep you close to him. He had a hand or an arm around you at all times, even when Niall was yelling something in his ear or you were jumping around as a group. 

Harry was so protective of you and was constantly aware of your presence. You could tell he wasn’t as drunk as you, but he was sufficiently tipsy and you couldn’t help but love the boyish humour and antics that came out of him when he was like this. It was the complete opposite of his birthday party. He was genuinely happy and it was one of the best nights through and through. 

“I love you.” He announced, planting two sloppy kisses on your mouth. He had this big goofy smile on his face and he was flushed and slightly sweaty. His once tame hair had become unruly, looking like a freshly sexed college boy. Your lipstick left marks on his cheek and jaw, smudging around his mouth. It looked like you two just had a marathon of a fuck. 

Somehow it was even sexier that he looked like this after you two just having fun and messing around in a busy club. In an instant your hunger and the urge to rip his clothes off hit you like a fucking truck. It was all you could think about. 

You pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, kissing him deeply before reaching up on your tippy toes to reach his ear with your mouth. He pressed his hands to your lower back, supporting your tipsy body while you crawled your hands up until your arms were wrapped around his neck and your full body was supported by him. 

“I’m way too drunk but I want you to fuck me so bad, Daddy. Right here. Right now. However you want.” Your voice broke in a tipsy laugh as you leaned back to look at him, settling flat on your feet. 

His eyes darkened while his hand threaded into the hair at the back of your head, fisting it tight enough to make you gasp as his hand pressed your lower back against his body. “You are way too drunk.” He mused, dipping in to kiss you in a dizzying way. “I fucking love you for it.” 

“Does that mean you don’t want me back? That’s rude.” You pouted, mouth parting in another gasp when his fist tightened even harder in your hair and he pressed his lips to your ear. 

“I can’t even say the things I want to do with you out loud.” 

You laughed again, wishing you weren’t as drunk and wishing you could go home with your lover instead of your friends. You never thought you’d get to the point of prioritizing your partner over your friends, but you had never wanted to cling to a person like you did with Harry. You weren’t really used to sharing him with anyone, even friends.  

Harry laughed along with you, letting go of your hair so he could smooth his hands down to your hips to guide you in the way he wanted you to love. Inside though… he was churning with need. He hadn’t heard you call him Daddy for months and you chose now to bring it back again? When you were way too drunk and with too many people. It was like you chose to do that on purpose. 

There wasn’t much he could do to sate his desires for you. Not now anyway. So he focused his attention back on your friends and Niall and Jed. He kept you close to him or in his line of vision the rest of the night. You were significantly more drunk than him so he made sure that he had a hand on you at all times or was able to see you when you went off with your friends for another dance or an extremely long bathroom break. He still didn’t understand why they took so long. But you always came back excited and he loved that look on you. 

It felt like a blur. The minutes felt like seconds and the hours felt like minutes. The only reason you all went home was because the club was closing and even then you two just didn’t want to leave each other. 

“Don’t go. Come home with me.” Harry murmured, pulling you back from the curb towards him when you tried to walk towards the waiting Uber. You had already said goodbye to him, Niall and Jed once, but he was particularly needy when he drank and he didn’t want to let you go yet. 

“I can’t.” You laughed, stroking his chest while pecking the pout on his lips. “The Uber is here and all my stuff is at Lucy’s.”

“I’ll pick it up in the morning. You can sleep in my clothes and I can drop you back to hers for your car. I need you in my bed tonight.” He mused, lips brushing against your ear. 

“I can’t. I want to but I can’t.” You whined, ignoring Priya’s call of your name. Her and Lucy were already in the Uber, waiting for you to climb in after them. 

“You can.” He stressed, whining right back like a child. 

“I’ll come see you tomorrow. Promise.” You compromised, holding out your pink to him. 

Harry smiled and curled his pinky around yours, kissing his fist while you did the same. “Fine.” He sighed dramatically, eliciting a laugh before he shushed you by kissing you deeply. “I love you.”

“Love you. Bye!” You grinned, kissing him again before running to the Uber. “Bye Niall, bye Jed.” They echoed a goodbye in sync before you had to rush out an apology to the driver as you closed the car door behind you. 

You blew Harry a kiss through the window and he caught it and tucked it into his pocket, watching as the Uber pulled from the curb and disappeared down the street. 

//

The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache. It had been a while since you had a hangover. If you didn’t mix different liquors and drunk a lot of water before going to bed you were usually okay, but fuck not this time. 

It was tequila shots after shots and fruity cocktails and just way too much of everything. By the time you managed to separate yourself from Harry and get in the Uber back to Lucy’s it was 4am. You didn’t get to sleep until 5 so when you woke up at 12 the alcohol had barely worn off and your whole body felt violated. 

You spent the next couple of hours hydrating and eating greasy food while debriefing before heading back to your parents where you were spending the night. You couldn’t come all the way down here and not spend time with them. But you needed to see Harry first. Aside from his usual good morning text, he didn’t say anything else. 

There was no teasing about your hangover or any texts about when he was going to see you again. Nothing. He was silent and it worried you. Through the haze that was your night, you couldn’t think of anything that might’ve upset him. 

Maybe he died from the hangover you were expecting him to have. 

“Oh my god. I’m still violently hung over.” You remarked the moment Harry opened his front door to you. He looked remarkably fresh. Even after a shower and lots of good you felt disgusting but he looked as fresh as anything. “And somehow you look fresh as a daisy. I thought old men had a low tolerance of alcohol.”

You expected a jab back. A tease before he stepped aside and pulled you in for a passionate kiss and a squeeze of your ass. But he looked so serious and now your suspicions about something being wrong felt more right than ever. 

“Hi.” He murmured softly, welcoming you in before shutting the door. Then he cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply. But it was all wrong. It wasn’t cheeky or that classic ‘I missed you’ kiss that makes parting ways worth it. It felt like a goodbye. Like it was the last time he’d ever kiss you again. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, cutting the kiss short even though it felt like he never wanted to let you go. 

“Nothing. Just missed you, that’s all.” Then the sadness suddenly washed away like it was a figment of your imagination and that bright gorgeous smile of his emerged on his face. He kissed you again and attempted to deepen it but you pulled back. 

“I saw you last night.” You giggled, fisting his t shirt in your hands. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m good. Promise.” He smiled softly, kissing you again. “I did miss you though. Real bad.” His smile turned into a smirk and his hands dropped to your hips, squeezing while he subtly turned you around so your back was to the wall. 

“I missed you too. I wish I could’ve stayed last night. It might’ve ruined the romance though I looked like I rolled out of a bin.”

“A bin?” He laughed, dropping his face so he could kiss along your jaw. “You looked incredible when I last saw you.”

“Liar.” You teased, “I looked too drunk and probably messy.”

“Hot messy.” He murmured, ghosting his mouth down your neck. He smirked against your skin when he felt you shiver. God he fucking loved the effect he had on you. The way your body reacted to the lightest most innocent touches. Though they never were innocent, were they? Just a kiss to your neck and you were already melting in his hands. 

“Harry…” you sighed, tipping your head back to rest against the door. He ran his hands along your sides; delicately… carefully. So gently every exposed patch of skin became littered with goosebumps. The air was starting to cool down outside with the seasonal change but Harry’s touch still burned through the light sweatshirt you were wearing.

There was something about being pressed against a flat surface with Harry right there that got you spinning. Anytime he was within intimate proximity your body came alive with need, like it was intune with his. Somehow the anxieties you had about him seemed to slip away through your drunken night of fun and even moreso now when it was your bodies talking and not your mind.

You denied him earlier last week due to your mind but university stress and time apart seemed to reset you. You felt it last night and you felt it now. You just wanted to be consumed by the hypnotic lust and attraction you two had for each other. To forget. 

“You said something last night…” Harry murmured, sliding his palm to your neck to pin you properly against the cool surface of his door. You gasped and felt yourself starting to slide into that role of a submissive partner. A role you found comfort and utter freedom in.

“W-what…” you swallowed thickly, meeting his gaze.

“Told me you wanted me to fuck you…” His hand flexed around your neck while the other started fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt like a taunt. “That you wanted Daddy to take you however he wanted. Do you remember that?” 

You did remember it. Oh god did you remember it. All you could think about all morning was how fucking sexy Harry was last night. How he moved and guided you, dominated you and protected you. You could remember how turned on you were by it and how desperate you became in hot flashes of pure arousal.

You remember wanting to drag him to the closest bathroom and you definitely remember using his honorific. A name, a plead, a praise, a submission you two hadn’t ventured back to yet. In the weeks after your weekend away your sex was nothing but heaven. Most of the nights you spent together ended between the sheets and you could barely keep your hands off each other.

You spiced things up a little but they were natural habits that weren’t particularly adventurous anymore. Spanking you and calling you a good girl while his hand around your throat wasn’t particularly out of the norm for either of you. But you hadn’t called him Daddy and you hadn’t tried some of the things you did for the first time with Harry again. 

Maybe because it felt like a different time, a different version of yourselves that neither of you really wanted to get back to. There were so many negative emotions and experiences during that period of your relationship that you two were exploring each other in a different way now. A deeper connection where sex felt like a spiritual and physical bond.

It wasn’t that you two didn’t want to get kinkier again. You had spoken about it before and both of you agreed that venturing back into BDSM and similar things was something you absolutely wanted to do. It was just a little hard to do anything too risque at your place because you couldn’t be particularly loud due to the thin walls and you weren’t really in a position to stay at Harry’s. So you had been busy navigating just being together and getting stable in other ways. 

But it was starting to become obvious that the sex that sparked your relationship was also the sex you two needed to thrive. Drunk words were sober thoughts and clearly you were ready for him to wack a riding crop over your ass again and make you sit there all night with a plug inside just to tease you and get you all riled up. 

“Yes…” You whispered, running your tongue over your bottom lip to try and return some moisture from how dry your mouth had gone. All you could think about was his hands roughly touching you everywhere, anywhere in any way just like drunk you proclaimed loudly in the middle of a club. 

His eyes landed on your mouth and when he pressed his hips to yours you could finally feel how hard he was for you. All it took was your sweet, wet tongue running over your lips and he was a fucking goner. Honestly though, one singular look from you could have his cock bricked up and ready to give it to you however you wanted it. 

“Do you still want that?” Harry smirked, words forming slowly on his lips. It was like time was going in slow motion and every single syllable of that question seemed to infiltrate your mind like thick honey. It was a thick haze of arousal and you knew that the answer you gave would kickstart a very long afternoon visit that would require some silly little lie to your parents. 

You nodded quickly in response, arching your neck to try and kiss him. He chuckled lowly, finding your cute desperation so damn adorable. He loved how needy you were and how easy it was to have you begging and desperate for him. His hand remained firm around your neck, keeping you pinned to the door so you couldn’t move until you gave him exactly what he wanted. 

“Words.” 

“Please.”

“Please what?” His brow rose and he tightened the grip around your neck, squeezing the perfect points to make your head all woozy in the best way possible. It was a sure way to get you dripping in your underwear, though you already reached that point the moment he referred to himself as Daddy.

“Please… Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

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You were caught off guard when you opened your front door and found Harry standing on the other side. His eyebrows were frown, and his curls messy as if he had ran his fingers through them uncountable times in the last minute. He was still dressed in his office attire, his suit jacket perched in his arm and the last two buttons of his white shirt undone.

God knows you weren’t expecting to see him any more that night. If fact, you weren’t expecting to see him ever again after your last encounter.

It happened unexpectedly, and you were sure that was karma. Your karma for falling for a man you shouldn’t have.

Harry Styles was the CEO of the enterprise you worked at, and despite having your own degree and a freshly acquired master’s, you happened to be stupid enough to sleep with him not once, but multiple times.

From the very first day you’d made such mistake you two were just supposed to stay friends with benefits. Well, not friends. He was your boss, after all. But just strictly share a sexual relationship, with no strings attached.

Everything turned around when, once again, you were dumb enough to catch feelings for him and actually confess them out loud. You should have known this was not one of those romcoms or cheesy novels you liked to read, because it definitely didn’t have the outcome you expected. He didn’t return the feelings, and if anything he felt awkward and uncomfortable once you worded them out. The air in his bedroom room became so thick so soon after your confession you quickly got up, put on your clothes and left, embarrassed to the core, but kind of relieved to have been courageous enough to express your feelings to him. You saw the chance and took it, and for that you were proud.

When you arrived at your flat that night you texted him, apologising for somehow overstepping his boundaries. He made it seem like everything was fine after that, but when Monday arrived and you ran into him on the corridor, he didn’t even make eye contact with you. He’d usually greet you with a swift move of his head followed by a discreet smirk, but not anymore. If he wasn’t busy on his phone whenever you passed by, he’d pretend he was, and his efforts to ignore you for the following two weeks pissed you off more than his lack of decency. He was 38, for God’s sake! Wasn’t he supposed to be the mature one?

It was safe to say you weren’t expecting him to show up at your front door that night, although you didn’t allow your surprise to let your guard down. Harry had been giving you the cold shoulder for days and now you were going to return the gesture, not because you were immature, but because you had a pride and the right to show indifference, too.

“Why are you here?,” you spoke in an stern tone, body rigid next to the door. You were dressed in your pj’s, and if he had knocked a few minutes later than that you wouldn’t have opened up because it would have been past your bed time, even if it was a Friday night and barely 11 p.m.

Maybe you just shouldn’t have. Maybe allowing him on your front door was another mistake.

You saw his muscles relax as soon as he heard your voice, but his deep frown and strong stare stayed untouched. Harry’s eyes scanned every inch of your countenance, his lips slightly parting when you felt his gaze reaching your soft ones.

“Because you are mine,” he mumbled, too hypnotised by your mouth to look anywhere else.

“What?,” you retorted, confused.

“I said you are mine.” His eyes moved up to yours, and his green pupils brightened just before darkening. He didn’t smell of alcohol, he didn’t even look high, just drunk on something, an emotion even, you just weren’t capable of explaining which one.

You gulped. “No.”

Your gaze stayed on his, challenging.

Then something in you clicked and you finally understood what had brought him there. Such reason only pissed you off more than his unannounced presence, so much you had to verbalise it. “Fuck off, Harry.”

You and him unexpectedly ran into each other at the restaurant you were both having the dinner at that night. His was a business supper, while yours was a date. You hadn’t meant to, but now it looked like it struck a nerve on him. Seeing you with someone else, giggling and flirting with another man had caused something in him to shift, and apparently pushed him straight to your flat that night. Two weeks of texting, calling and even trying to reach him in his office did nothing. But, oh, did it do him seeing you moving on with someone new.

Harry simply shook his head at your previous words, although the gesture was cautious enough for you to peek a small smile between his lips.

“You know I wanted to be yours, but you made me change my mind,” you mumbled, frustration palpable in your voice.

“I needed time to wrap my head around it.”

You let out a dry laugh, “Yeah? And ignoring me at work has given you that?” It wasn’t the fact that he didn’t return your feelings back then, he was allowed not to, but he needn’t to be a prick about it afterwards. His lack of tact after your unasked love confession made you feel like you’d been nothing but a toy to him. A disposable someone.

“I told you at the very beginning I don’t do relationships.”

“And I accepted that, the same way I accepted you don’t like me back. So now if you excuse me, I’d like to go to bed. Good night,” you went on to close the door and leave him in the dark on the other side, but he was quick to slide his foot between the wooden piece of furniture and the doorframe. You followed his now trapped shoe with your eyes all the way up until they reached his face, where your eyes locked.

“I’m not here to fuck it up again,” Harry spoke in a low voice, almost pleading when he added: “Let me in.”

No. You wouldn’t do that. You’d grant him more of your time, but not a chance of him getting closer to you. Not anymore. Last time he did, it didn’t end good for you, and you’d learnt your lesson. You were a quick learner, after all, or so he liked to praise you for.

“I’ve got two minutes. Whatever you’ve got to say, better be quick,” and you leaned your body in slightly forward to show him there was no trespassing that night.

He responded with a firm nod of his head, taking a deep breath afterwards while he passed a hand through his curls and messed them up a bit more.

“Listen. It’s not that I don’t like you back. I don’t want to like you back, which is a completely different thing. Already divorced once, Y/N, relationships aren’t exactly my thing.”

“I asked for us to date, not for your hand in marriage.”

Harry chuckled slightly at your answer, but your tone hadn’t been sarcastic or meant to be funny, more like irritated. It pissed you off the way he was so quick to push you away after that confession of yours.

"I know, baby. I know." The way the pet name rolled out of his tongue had your stomach flipping over, and for that you wanted to punch the air. How was it possible for you to want nothing to do with him anymore, but get your heart racing as soon as he called you baby? "But I'm not planning on getting to know you better just for us to break after a couple of months. If I'm gonna do this, I need to be sure it'll be for as long as possible."

No more divorces, no more nasty breakups. He was so fed up with feeling so emotionally dragged and used, and would only risk it if he knew you weren’t planning on leaving him any time soon.

"I freaked out and became adamant about what we could be. And for that... you can't blame me," he continued, cautiously mumbling the last sentence. You knew what he was referring to, you just wished he would have come to you to talk sooner. You had no intention of breaking his heart. "I'm a fucking mess, but I'm also a narcissist, arrogant, son of a bitch and when I saw you at the restaurant with that guy... Fuck, did I make up my mind fast," he growled, the muscles on his jaw tightening afterwards.

"Was kinda hoping for that... Kinda wanted you to hurt a bit seeing me with him. Wanted you to care at least enough for that," you spoke in a low voice, feeling a bit embarrassed now that you were admitting it to him.

"It worked," the side of his mouth lifted in a bittersweet smile, "For once I wanna make it right, Y/N. I..." he let out a puff of air, "I want to see where this takes us."

You quietly nodded. The anger, frustration and confusion you had felt earlier was no longer there. His words and confessions had softened your heart, and now you couldn’t help but feel the warmth and safety and tenderness you always felt inside you whenever he was around. And you wanted those emotions to stay there forever, so you stretched your arm and curled your fingers inside one of his empty pant clips, closing the step that kept you apart and pulling him to you, chest to chest. When you had him where you wanted, you wasted no time and lifted your chin up until your lips locked. Your mouths glued to each other's like magnets pulled by a higher force you were both very aware of since the very first time you slept together.

Something felt different back then.

Everything felt different back then, and you finally understood why with that kiss.

The longing feeling of his lips on yours was not enough, however. You needed more. Needed more warmth, more safety. You needed to know he was fully yours. So you parted your lips as your wandering hands made their way up to his curls, caressing his hips, arms and shoulders until they buried themselves inside his dark chocolate hair. Harry was quickly to follow your command, his tongue entering your mouth and playing with your own with so much fervour you could have melt right there and then. His arms wrapped around your lower back, grip tight to make you understand he was not letting go.

Your tongues fought; your tongues spoke and exchanged all the unspoken confessions and feelings that consumed you inside. All the time apart finally coming to an end with that declaration of intent.

"Fuck, baby-," he groaned after your lips unattached, his voice raspy and doing unholy things to you already, "Eager, aren’t you?"

You smiled, hypnotised by his green eyes, his shy dimples and slick smirk. Drunk on him after only that one taste. "You’re to blame, sir."

"Good," he replied, shaking his head a bit. The hand that wasn't holding his suit jacket behind your back moved up to your jaw and he passed his thumb over your slightly swollen lower lip, his eyes following its every move. "Good, this is the kind of stuff I wanna be guilty of."

With his hands still on place and his eyes on your face, Harry walked inside your flat, taking you with him as you blindly walked backwards. He closed the door with his foot, and soon enough the back of your knees reached your dinning room table. You gasped the moment you staggered back a bit, but his hold on you only became tighter, steadying you against his chest as a reflex reaction.

"I've got you."

"Thanks," you mumbled against his shirt.

He smiled with dimples and all, before helping you sit on the table. Your legs were parted –well, he parted them, only so that he could stand between them and have better access to you. Harry's hands came to lay on your knees, caressing your thighs with soft, innocent strokes, and he kissed your nose seconds before he rested his forehead against yours and sighed.

Happily sighed. Like a kid after stuffing themself with their favourite candy, like anyone would do after a good day. Because today was a good day. Everything turned out okay, and for that he was content.

"I can't wait for Monday to grab lunch with you at midday, and for you to come pay me a visit to my office whenever Mike's giving you a headache with all the legal stuff. To actually stop in the hallway and properly greet you every time we run into each other, and to walk in and out of the building with you in hand under everyone's curios stare," he confessed.

That all sounded so dreamy, and his words so convincing for a moment you really pictured yourself spending your breaks with him, and actually walking around the building confidently knowing the man behind the big desk was the one you were driving home with. But the bubble pooped up the moment you remembered you were no longer a Styles Enterprise employee. No longer part of the legal department, and no longer a part of the big team that kept the business going. You got yourself a way out.

"I signed my resignation this afternoon, Harry," you spoke softly, watching attentively as the words sucked in and reacted to them. His face went from relaxed and hopeful to confused. He pulled away from you, his face scanning yours in search for an indication that told him you were joking.

"Why?"

"I thought we..., what happened, was a sign to move onto something else. A new workplace, a different workplace." One where he wasn’t around.

"No," he shook his head, gaze fully on you to make the imperative final, "You’re not leaving the company. I want you next to me at all times, and if I can’t always get that at least I want you around as much as posible.”

"Is that my boss or my boyfriend speaking?," you rose your eyebrows.

"Your boyfriend," he replied, savouring the taste that word left in his mouth when spoken out loud, "But if it isn’t convincing enough, take it as an order from your superior."

You rolled your eyes at that, fighting a smile.

Harry was quick to pinch your waist, "No eye-rolling outside the bedroom, Mss."

"Sorry," you giggled, and he smirked.

"That's better."

He leaned in to kiss your lips one more time. Although your mouth was no longer enough, so he moved to your neck, where he started leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses right under your jaw that gave you goosebumps. By now you were sure he knew the multiple effects he had on you, which you were convinced he always used for his advantage.

You buried one of your hands in his curls to make sure he kept his mouth glued to your skin and he smiled against it, loving how needy you became for him. Your free hand grabbed the table, keeping you as steady as possible as Harry's hands moved past your thighs and into the inside of your pj's. As soon as his fingers grasped the hem of your panties, you held your breath.

Two weeks. It had only been two weeks since he last touched you, but it now felt like an eternity. And luckily for you the agonising break was coming to an end. It had been an eternity because just a few minutes ago you would have swore you would never get to have him again, so touchy, and ready to give it all to you and more. So desperate to run his lips all over your body and use his hands to get to those spots that were beyond his reach.

But while your body was having the time of its life, your mind was actually having a hard time switching off. It was like a gear that never ran out of oil. And as per usual, you couldn’t stop thinking about work. More specifically about what you two being together would mean inside the office, the impression it’d make.

You had to speak up your mind if you really wanted to come undone that night, otherwise your thoughts would block your pleasure and, truly, that was the las thing you wanted.

"Harry...," his name coming off like a whisper, "What about... I don't want this to be a problem, though. I don't want people to use it as-"

"It won't," he interrupted you and lifted his face from your neck to press a soft kiss against your mouth, his hands now paralyzed in place. He already knew where your words were heading to, where you mind was diving into. You wanted no special treatment from anyone for being the CEO’s girl. "Because from now on I'm not interfering in your work. I'll have no saying in it. Mike will be your new and ultimate boss, alright?" You nodded, finding comfort in his words. They put your mind at ease.

Michael, aka his right hand and your Head of Department, had in that instant become the man you'd go to when things were not looking good in paper. It was no longer Harry. You didn't like that as much, not being able to go for his advice specially when work was looking messy, but it was the fair move to make. The last thing you wanted was for your colleagues to believe you were there for the money and status inside the enterprise. That you made it that far in the department because of your nice pair of tits and your ability to suck it off.

Many would still think so, nonetheless, but hopefully not all.

"We're leaving work out of this equation. I won't have it be an issue in our relationship." Harry continued, this time sweetly caressing your hips under the top of your pj's –a large old t-shirt, while he looked at you, reassuring you with his eyes what his mouth was stating. His touch was far for sensual, and you loved how quickly he could go from horny to caring, and viceversa. "So do we have ourselves a deal? You'll stay?," he asked, catching your attention by tilting his head in your direction and breaking into your line of vision, now a bit desperate to get the confirmation he was looking for. He wished nothing but to still have you on board with him and the rest of his team. In your short time working at Styles Enterprise you had become a very valuable asset. "I'll go to the office first thing tomorrow morning just to burn that piece of paper you signed."

You smiled faintly at him, before stretching your hand out and keeping it between your bodies. He didn't hesitate and shook it. "Deal," you agreed.

"Good," he nodded, a smile making its way to his face, "And don't think that just because I was fucking you on top of my desk during your breaks I didn't notice how hard you've been working this past two years, baby."

"Yeah?," you tried to not sound surprised, unaware that all this time he had kept such a close eye to your work, as well.

"Mm-hm. That's how I first noticed you," he slowly resumed the work with his hands, one lowering to get inside your parties and caress the skin just under your stomach, while the other moved up to cup one of your breasts in it, massaging the tender and sensitive skin as he pinched your nipple with his index finger and thumb, causing your breath to momentarily get stuck in you throat, "Always working late on the other end of the floor. It made me curious as to know whose sleep schedule I was ruining with overwork."

"Oh, don't flatter yourself like that, Styles,” you wanted to sound confident, a special hard task when Harry had lowered the hand inside your panties and was about to reach dangerous territory, “You didn't ruin my sleep, Law school did."

He chuckled both at your answer and hopeless status, "Can't I at least take a bit of credit for that? Or you stayed fucking till 3 a.m. at college, too?

"Specially at college,” you emphasised, humor in your voice.

"Fucking hell," he cursed to himself, throwing his head backwards, "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"Yup," you grinned. Regardless, exes belonged in the past, and you two were in the present, right where you needed to be. There was no need to open the Pandora's box, so you redirected the conversation. "Wait, but what was that first thing you said earlier at my doorstep? That I'm... whose?"

He smirked, "Mine. You're mine. Understood?"

"Positive. Does that make you mine, as well?"

He crushed his mouth to yours,

"It's the only way this deal works, baby."

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Worst thing to read freshly woken up in the morning 😭😭😭 this was an unnecessary reminder of my solitude fjfsjdhsbshshe I’m obsessed with them !! I want one JUST like him, please !! 🫠🫠🫠🫠

Lucia looks around the kitchen confused. Her tired eyes narrow in on one spot of the counter, but when she finds it empty, she whirls around to look at Harry sadly. He’s directly behind her, leaning against the opposite counter, raising his eyebrows in question.

“You didn’t make my coffee?” she asks quietly.

Harry, who is holding his own cup, says, “Have some water first.”

“So you did make it.”

“Have some water first.”

“And then you’ll make it afterwards?”

Lucía ignores this and instead flies over to the fridge, She opens it, sticking her head in to peer quickly. To his dismay, her coffee is still not waiting for her, and when she shuts the door, Harry has remained by the counter, eyebrows still raised, but now with a soft smile on his lips.

“You didn't make it at all,” Lucía accuses. 

Harry shrugs. “Maybe you’ll find out after you’ve had a glass of water. I can’t remember the last time I saw you drink some other than coffee, tea, and lemonade."

“You watch me way too closely.”

The smile widens. “I am entirely guilty of that, yes.”

Lucía feels her eyes on him as she looks through all the cabinets, the sink, the microwave, and even the dishwasher. It's way too early to be moving this much, but she has incentive!

She goes to leave the kitchen, but Harry stops her with a quick grab of a single curl from the back of her head. "Ow!"

"Stay here."

Harry finally pushes off the counter, setting his coffee down with a meaningful look, and then heads to the cabinet with all the glasses. He picks out the largest glass and then pours water (nearly to the brim!) from the filtered jug. Harry starts to walk it over to her, but stops himself when she gives him a frown. He doesn’t set it aside though.

Instead, he puts a straw in it and offers it to her. “See, now it’s fun,” Harry says, eyes twinkling. 

“Fun,” Lucía deadpans.

“Mhm. Go on. And then you get your coffee.”

“Which you still have to make.”

She takes the glass and with his now free hand, Harry twirls a strand of her curly hair around his fingers. “Do I, Luce?”

“Unless you’ve hid it in a very good spot,” Lucía says. 

"Drink."

Harry watches as she finishes all the water. Half way through, she discards the straw, realizing she’ll finish it quicker with large gulps instead. Once she’s done, she wipes her mouth, presses the glass back into Harry’s hands, and looks at him.

Just before he walks away with the glass, he absently wipes his thumb over the corner of her mouth to catch some residue, and then he murmurs, “Good. Thank you, baby.”

The coffee is hidden inside the air fryer directly in front of her. The cup sits there unbothered, slotted perfectly without any liquid needing to be jostled about. Harry removes the cup and presents it to her, grinning. Before she takes it, Harry removes it from her reach, holding it above his head making it impossible for her to grab.

She frowns deeply at him, crossing her arms in disapproval to show that she will not be jumping to grab it out of his hand. Harry takes a noisy sip from his own coffee.

Then, he leans down. “Give me a kiss.”

“No.”

He grins. “No?”

“No.”

“Okay.” He brings her coffee down to level and takes a sip. 

Lucía grows annoyed. Harry’s sips are equivalent to a normal person’s chug. “Stop! You don’t even like my coffee.”

Sure enough, Harry’s face is contorted with dislike. “It’s so strong.”

“Give it back.”

“Give me a kiss.”

“Give it to me first.”

"No."

"I demand you give it to me."

Harry takes another sip in response, shrugging. Again, another wince. He is committed though.

Beyond irritated, Lucía walks to him, places her hands on his stomach and leans up to kiss him. She feels his triumphant smile in their kiss, his warm lips taking hers as perfect as always. Though his hands are full, he loops his arm around her waist and pulls her close, bringing her along with him as he leans his back on the counter. After his shower, he’s left his hair loose, so the damp curls tickle the sides of her face, and his eyelashes (too long for a regular human) brush her cheeks.

When he pulls away, he looks satisfied. “Thank you,” he repeats, bringing her coffee to her. "Was that so hard? You'd think it's a chore to kiss your own boyfriend good morning."

She takes it before he can change his mind. Instead of holding onto her annoyance, she turns around and slots herself between his arms, leaning against his strong frame as she takes a sip and melts into him. Harry’s arms are immediately around her, his chin on her shoulder.

“I cannot believe you would think I made my own coffee but not yours,” he murmurs, turning his head to kiss her cheek. The singular one doesn’t seem to be enough, and soon he descends into a pattern, repeatedly kissing her cheek and jaw, all ranging in intensity and force. 

“I didn’t really believe it.” Lucía tilts her head the other way to bare her neck so that he can continue down. Though it tickles, she steels her nerves and continues to drink her coffee. After a few kisses to her now naked shoulder, her shirt neckline pulled down, she giggles.

“I love you,” Harry murmurs, lips behind her ear. Then he squeezes her so tight to his chest, she whines, trying to elbow him off. He does not relent. “My baby. Would you stop trying to get away from me?"

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“I apologize if I seem a little distracted, my sister is on a date I’m trying to keep an eye on it” and now they are the parents of a baby girl 🥹

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GUYS UNCLE HARRY IS BAAACK

Gemma had a baby girl omggg 😭😭❤️❤️❤️

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I know I say this time after time but IM OBSESSED WITH THME HDHDSHSHSHDHDH I love their love story and specially harry’s character development!!

Soooooo ummm where can I find one like him you said??? 🤭🫶🏻🥹❤️😩😌😭😍

Rich Part 19

Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. The weekend continues and Harry decides to prove that y/n is needier than him.

Warning: Smut 😎 penetration, oral (f and m receiving), edging, exhibitionism, dirty talk, creampie and mild cumplay

Word count: 15k+

Author's note: it's been a while but ANYWAY... enjoy a chapter that's 80% smut, 15% fluff and 5% angst for a little bit of ✨spice✨

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When you leaned in to kiss Harry gently, you felt his excitement through his lips. The way his hand tightened around your neck. The way his hips bucked a little as you started jerking him softly, your arousal still coating his length creating excellent lubrication. He was still sensitive, but you knew that after Harry comes once his stamina becomes unmatched.

With every orgasm he could give more. Another round. Multiple switches in positions and this ability to make you so fucking wet the whole way through you’d find yourself begging for more and more. It was never like that with anyone else. You had never felt passion and such a consistent arousal and chemisty with someone that sex could quite literally last hours. All day. All night. 

And now that you knew he loved you… god you could feel the electricity coursing through your veins. Like the very first time. The excitement and almost first-time jitters at the start of something new, but better. Better because you knew each other’s bodies like the back of your hands and now you had infinite time to do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted.

There wasn’t a set time each week or self-inflicted pressure to make each time better than the last. There wasn’t a timeframe, a countdown until you thought you’d never see each other again. You felt this freedom about it all, even if there was still so much secrecy in your life.

You didn’t want to leave the bed and you honestly didn’t plan to. In fact, you didn’t really want to leave the bed the entire weekend.

Breaking the kiss after a while, you started peppering kisses along his jaw and neck, working down his torso to cover every tattoo. You missed being so close to him. You wanted to touch and feel every inch of his body.

You adjusted to kneel between his legs and the moment you did, you could feel his cum start to drip down your thighs. They clenched in reflex, trying to keep it in as you bared your teeth against his moth tattoo. 

It was an unfamiliar feeling, feeling his cum drip out of you. Your ex-hookup used to like to cum in you, but you never found yourself particularly turned on by it. It was honestly more of a hassle because of the cleanup process. 

But there was something different about doing it with Harry. More… primal. You couldn’t explain it but god, the things it did to your brain. Like he was making his mark, and his mark, his ownership was dripping down your skin like a painting. 

You wanted more of it. 

“You’re dripping down my thighs.” You sighed in bliss, resting your head against his stomach while you pressed a kiss just above his navel. 

His cock jerked against your chest at your comment and you couldn’t help but giggle a little while looking up at him. Your mouth went for his fern tattoos, just wanting to lick and bite all over them. You were fixated on them.

“Yeah? Fuck. Can’t tell me that. Not when I can’t do anything about it.” He groaned, sliding his hand through your hair. 

You grinned and kept eye contact as you licked a stripe up the stem of his right fern. His skin was salty, both from sweat and the sea and you couldn’t help but find it one of the most arousing things you had ever tasted. 

Harry groaned again, scratching his nails against your scalp ever so slightly. “You’re being a tease, Angel.”

“Just wanna take my time.” You admitted, looking down at his skin as a little blush warmed your cheeks. “Missed you.”

“Hey.” He nudged your head, pulling you to look up at him. “I love that you missed me. I always miss you. Fucking miss you right now.”

“You just had me.” You rolled your eyes with a smile, kissing along to his left fern. You were so close to his cock now, all heavy and bopped up you could practically taste it. You were about to. 

“And what? I can’t want you again?” He smirked, propping his other hand behind his head on the pillows. There was something obscene about the way he looked. Hair all messy and fluffy around his face, his lean body stretched with parted thighs on either side of your head. He was gorgeous. You still couldn’t believe that he was yours. 

“You can. I always want you.” You whispered, finally wrapping your hand back around the base of his cock. He swallowed thickly, both at your words and the feeling of your pretty hand wrapped around him. 

“Yeah? Insatiable, are you, baby? Always needy f’me?”

You nodded at his words, reaching down to press a small kiss against his slit. “It was so hard waiting. I needed to but… it was really hard.”

Harry chuckled at your words, finding your admission so goddamn adorable yet sexy at the same time. 

“You don’t have to wait anymore, darling. Can have me whenever you want, however you want. All you have to do is ask.”

The thought of that was… Jesus, you didn’t even know what to say. 

“And will you? Ask me? Anytime?” You whispered, dipping your tongue out to lick a slow stripe on the underneath of his cock. He groaned. 

“Fuck. I’d beg just so you’d look at me. I’d gladly beg for your pretty pussy, baby. All day every day.”

You smiled at his reply, feeling its impact right in your core. He’d beg for you. The thought of that… you couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t even fathom what that would be like. 

You couldn’t say anything in response to that and before he could, you slid his cock into your mouth, rendering him speechless for a moment. Keeping your hand around his base, you rubbed him against your tongue and focused your attention to his head, keeping your movements shallow rather than deep.

You wanted to take your time with him. To work your way all over his cock like you were worshiping it. Worshiping him. 

Harry moaned softly in contentment, head tilting back ever so slightly with his fingers tightening and loosening with every swirl of your tongue around his head. He was already slick with precum which you gladly sucked away, swallowing around him just so you’d hear him drop a curse or create that delicious burn on your scalp.

“Fucking-Jesus, baby. Take me further. Know you can do it.” He coaxed, swallowing harshly through a groan. He kept his hand tight in your hair but let you guide it once you started sliding his cock further down your mouth. 

You took your time, doing bit by bit while keeping your breathing steady so you wouldn’t gag around him. It would ruin the experience and that’s the last thing you wanted. Once your nose bumped up against the short hairs at the base of his cock, you swallowed on purpose. Both to aleviate the ache of your throat and to hear the loud moan Harry echoed through the room.

"That's it. Good fucking girl. Love you so much. Fuck."

That was one thing you loved about him, especially during sex. He was so damn vocal. Whether it was an instruction or praise, a degradation or just a moan that sent your head reeling. He was never quiet. It was how he took control of the situation and how he showed you how good you were doing.

And now that he used those three little words as a praise… there was nothing on the planet that compared to it. 

Harry had felt the effect his words had on you while he was deep inside you. How your pussy would clench around him like each filthy word was pushing you closer to release. He knew how much it turned you on so why wouldn’t he want to be vocal? Why wouldn’t he want to verbalise how fucking insane the love of his life was at pleasuring him? 

When you started bopping your head over Harry, sliding his length up and down your throat as well as you could, it was over for him. He couldn’t get over it. The way you moaned around him like you were the one being pleasured. The way you switched between having your pretty eyes closed in bliss and staring right at him just to fuck with his brain.

All of it. Harry was in fucking heaven.

You slid off his cock, licking your lips to break the line of saliva between your mouth and his tip. His brows furrowed from the lack of stimulation, but you didn’t keep him waiting too long. With your hand around the base of his cock you nuzzled your way down, kissing and licking until you reached his balls. 

“I love you.” You murmured, feeling your heart beat erratically just at the sound of those three words coming out of your mouth. It was still a dream and you had a feeling it would be like that for weeks to come. 

“I love you more.” Harry’s voice was borderline a whimper, a shuddered broken moan as he felt your tongue slide against his frenulum. His hand tightened in your hair, scratching his nails against your scalp as an encouragement as you ran your tongue all over him. “You’re fucking killing me. Killing me.” 

“Noo. Don’t die.” You grinned, teasing him as you attached your mouth to one of his balls and sucked gently. 

“Oh-Jesus. Fucking Jesus.” He cursed, his upper body practically lurching off the bed at the attention you were showing his most sensitive spots. 

“You’re so pretty. I love your cock so much.” You licked back up the underside of him and tapped his tip against your tongue. 

“Love you. Love your mouth. Your lips. Fucking-god.” His words stretched out into a moan as you brought him back into your mouth, all the way into your throat like you were doing before. 

“I’ve thought about this a lot y’know.” He muttered through a hiss, struggling to keep his eyes open at how well you were taking him down your throat. Your ass in the air was like the cherry on top and it looked so fucking spankable the urge to do just that was almost violently rattling his bones. “How well you take my cock…. From the very first time I knew…” He paused at the feeling of your hand joining your mouth to play with his balls again, all while your eyes never left his. It was possibly one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen in his fucking life.

“I knew I had met my match. God, I still dream about our first time, baby. You completely changed my life just from how fucking good your head was. Just like it is now… God, you’re taking me so well. Doing so good f’me. Love you so much.”

Harry was babbling. Streams of praise and ‘I love you’s’ and all the encouragement you needed to keep going. You loved every reaction, got high and dizzy by the way he looked at you, the way he praised you, the way his hand tensed in your hair, but not trying to pull you closer, almost trying to stop himself from taking over. 

He was being gentle, loving. Enjoying the experience until he decided that he’d much rather cum inside you for the second time than all over your pretty tongue. Though Harry knew that sight was just as beautiful. 

“Gotta stop, baby. Need you. Need to cum inside you, pretty girl.”

You never thought you’d hear those words and for some reason they made you as emotional as they did horny. Harry trusted you enough and loved you enough to need to be bare with you. It felt so far from where you first started. In the best way possible. 

You were quick to pull off him with a little gasp and Harry was just as quick to guide you over him so he could attach his lips with yours. He could feel your wet pussy slide over his cock, replacing the warmth of your mouth as he easily flipped you two so your back was to the bed and he was between your legs.

The fact that your slick was a mix of his cum and your arousal was fucking with his head. It was messy and fuelled his sick need to own you. To feel connected to you. To make sure that you were his forever and ever. He needed to watch his cum pour out of you and then he wanted to fuck it back inside you before feeding it to you like it was sacred.

It was all his mind could think about. 

“I love you.” He murmured, pressing his mouth down along your jaw and neck for a moment before he was back at your lips again. 

You grabbed into his hips, his back, anywhere your hands could reach while he started slowly rocking his hips against yours, just grinding the length of his cock through your folds right against your clit. You were still a little sensitive, but more than that you were so goddamn needy. 

“Please. Need you.” You whimpered against his lips, hooking your leg around his hip to try and drag you closer. 

“Y’so wet, baby.” He cooed, sliding his hand over your neck to the base of your jaw. His lips brushed against your cheek, slowly, gently sliding his cock over your clit like he was teasing you on purpose. “Liked having my cock in y’mouth that much, did you?”

“Uhuh” you nodded, head tilting back as you wiggled a little beneath him, trying to get him to do something, anything more than this. 

“Or is it having my cum in you that’s got you all riled up, hm?” He reached between you, loving the way you held his wrist in both hands as he used his hand on your jaw for balance to guide his cock right to your drippy, needy entrance. “Know you wanted this from the first time, didn’t you? Wanted my cum in you? And now you can have it all the time, sweetheart. Whenever you want.”

Harry pushed into you slowly, watching the expression on your face as your mouth dropped and your eyes scrunched in absolute ecstasy. You released a noise of pleasure, one that Harry echoed until he slid smoothly inside of you. 

“It’s yours. My cock. My cum. Everything.” He started rocking his hips to yours, feeling your pussy pulse around him while your sweet sweet voice moaned in his ear. Harry kept his eyes on your face, watching how it changed with every movement, every thrust against your sweet spots. Your eyes were closed, head tilted back like you could barely breathe at how well he filled you.  

“Gonna fill you up, baby. Promise. Promise.” He murmured, letting go of your neck to shift his weight further onto his legs so he could watch your entire body. He ran his palm down your neck to your necklace, tugging it ever so gently as he watched your breasts bounce with every thrust. 

“Harry. God-please.” 

“Sh, it’s okay. I’ve got you pretty girl. Always got you.” He cooed, sliding his hands over your breasts until he pressed one to your belly, using his thumb to rub over your swollen clit. 

“Yes. Ohh…” you whined, scratching down his chest at the extra fullness and heat in your belly. There was something about him pressing down on your stomach that had you squirming uncontrollably. It felt so overwhelmingly full. Like he was pressing right against your g-spot to make his cock hit it harder, deeper. 

“You’re such a good girl. Such a good fucking girl. Feel so good around me.” 

“Harry…” your back arched off the bed, eyes fluttering closed. 

“Keep your eyes on me, yeah? Open them up for me.” 

You followed his comment, brain nearly exploding at the sight of him. Every muscle was contracting, rippling with every movement. His veins were protruding from his hands as he rubbed your clit and his chest was glowing from the light sheen of sweat already forming from your activities. Hair sweaty and that cross chain around his neck was bumping against his chest with every forward movement. 

It might’ve been one of the sexiest things you had ever seen. 

“That’s it. Good girl.” He murmured, grabbing your hip with a firm grip so he could guide your body to meet his thrusts. Your body dragged against the bed, sliding easily against the duvet due to how tight Harry was grabbing you. “Touch yourself, y/n. Make yourself cum.”

Again, you did as told and that was when he really fucked you up. He grabbed you with both hands, pulling you and pushing you over his cock all while he thrust to meet you. It was bruising, punishing. The room was full of moans and slick. Hips snapping against hips and his balls hitting your ass each and every time. 

“‘M close. You just feel too fucking good around me. Perfection. Absolute perfection. Love of my goddamn life.” He rumbled a groan, jaw and neck tense as his head tilted back. His jaw clenched, eyes going hazy as he forced himself to look down at you. 

He had to. You were like an angel, splayed out on the bed with your hair everywhere. All messy and perfect.  The way your mouth was gaped… your skin slightly damp and sticky from sweat, lips all swollen from taking his cock. You looked utterly fucked and he couldn’t think of a greater sight. 

“Harry. Oh god. ‘M so close.”

“I know. I can feel it. Can feel you-fuck-clenching around me.”

“Love you so much. Feels so good. So good” you rambled, losing sight of what was up and down, left and right. Your head was spinning. 

“Love you. Love you so much. So much.” He mumbled, head tilting back for a moment to tether himself before he focused on the spot you were connected. “Y’take me so well. Take me so fucking good” He hissed, digging your hips with his fingers. The ache had you gasping for air, trying to get away without even meaning to. It was all too much. His cock deep in your belly, his obscene words, like he had been waiting to talk dirty for you for months. 

He had. It had barely been two hours since he told you he loved you and you were already like this. With filthy words filling the room, his grip tight enough to bruise. His actions were passionate, lustful. Even though it was on the rougher side, every touch was with love and affection. 

You weren’t sure how you felt that. But you did. You just knew. 

“Gonna watch my cum pour out of you.” He continued, thrusts growing a little sloppier, uncoordinated. He was close, you could feel it. “Then I’m gonna fuck it back into you, make sure you get as much inside your belly as possible. We both know you need it, don’t you sweetheart? Need me to fill you up.” 

“Y-yes. Yes!”

“I’ll give it to you. Gonna give it to you-fuck. Gonna give it to you right now. Just gotta let go for me, sweetheart. Can’t give you what you want if you don’t finish first.”

“Please. Please. Please.” You cried out, feeling your body tremble as your orgasm rushed over you. Wave after wave. Pulse after pulse of pleasure, fluttering through your spine and legs and everywhere. 

“That’s it. God. ‘M gonna cum. Gonna fill you up. Y/n.”

You could feel his cum fill you up as your breathing slowed from a choke to deep, gaspy pants. You whined as your insides warmed and pulled him down to kiss him. He groaned into your mouth, tensed to keep himself over you so he wouldn’t drop his body weight. But his mouth… his mouth stayed pressed to yours, even as you both tried to calm yourself down. 

“I love you.” You sighed, clenching around his cock without even meaning to. He shuddered, letting out a small hiss of sensitivity. 

“I love you. Love you so much.” He reiterated, grabbing your jaw while he pecked your mouth over and over. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over hearing that.” You whispered, watching him sit back on his haunches. He pulled your legs over his spread thighs, eyes dropping to where you were still connected. 

His cum was starting to drip back down over his cock. Must’ve been too much for your little pussy to take… 

“Every time you say it I get this… feeling in my chest.” He murmured, sliding his hands over your belly and hips where his fingertips created little red marks on your pretty skin. “I can’t even explain it. But it’s… like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“Me too.” You whispered. He reached for one of your hands, intertwining your fingers while he slowly pulled out of you. You let out a curse at the feeling of sudden emptiness inside you. It didn’t help that his cum started pooling out, dripping down your inner thighs onto the bed. 

Harry was mesmerised. “God, you’re fucking insane.” 

He ran his thumbs over your labia, spreading you open so he had an even better view of his cum leaking from your pretty hole. “Push it out.” 

His words were soft, hushed and you could see how utterly smitten he was by the view. You were getting a bit flustered, almost embarrassed by the way he was staring right at your pussy. But you could tell that he was turned on by it. His eyes were dark, teeth gritting together like he was holding himself back from something.

So you did as he said, just like you always did. With a little push more of his cum oozed out and he was quick to collect it with his fingers, tracing it up your crease so he could messily rub it over your clit. 

“Harry…”

“You should see yourself. All messy and gorgeous… fuck.”

Then he slid those two fingers back down and pushed them gently inside you, eliciting the prettiest whine while he languidly fucked his cum back into you with his digits. You grabbed onto his wrist, feeling too worked up from the many orgasms you already had.

“Sorry.” He whispered, his awe at the sight fuelling his hushed apology. “‘S okay. We’ll go get cleaned up, Yeah? Have a shower?” He suggested softly, eyes still dark as he pulled his fingers out and trailed them back up your crease. Harry traced them over your mound, leaving a trail behind while he ran them up your stomach and sternum. You swallowed nervously, only able to nod at his suggestion while you just watched him paint you with his cum.

It was feral. With every passing moment, your brain was growing smaller and smaller, both from exhaustion and submission. He was painting you with his cum. Like he was making his permanent mark on you and it was the biggest, the biggest turn-on. You could barely breathe watching him, couldn’t even think not even as he brought those two cum-covered fingers of his to your lips.

You gladly wrapped your lips around them and sucked them clean, feeling your heart flutter with excitement as he praised you through it. 

In no time you were all clean and snuggled back in bed. The touch of sunburn had started to show now, making your bodies warm to the touch. Harry had this touch of pink to his cheeks and nose, like a natural blush that brought out the youthfulness in him. The charisma and charm. 

He looked so gentle and soft and you could feel that in his gaze and the way his fingers traced over your skin in light patterns, like he was trying to touch every inch of you. Memorise every freckle and scar and stretchmark. You adored it and for the first time in a while you felt completely trusting and free in his presence. 

“Would you like to go swimming again tomorrow? ‘S supposed to be sunny. Could even head back to the beach if you’d like.” Harry murmured, his fingers dragging up and down your arm. 

“Swimming sounds perfect. But I kind of like the boat. It’s nice just being us.” 

“Hm. I agree. Just you and me.” He smiled, cupping your face to kiss you smoothly. You smiled into it and tugged at his cross necklace a little, resting your head back to his chest once the kiss broke. 

You fell into a content silence. Waves softly rocking the boat with moonlight streaming in from the little windows. It was perfect. Just skin on skin on fresh sheets and that tinge of sex still hanging in the air. 8The reminder of his love was still between your thighs and you quickly realised that you’d probably wake up and be all sticky still, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You liked it. Loved it. And you loved being here with Harry even more. 

“Did you know you were going to tell me you loved me tonight?” You asked softly, tracing the outline of his moth tattoo with your nail. 

He took a moment before answering. “Yes… when I asked you to be my girlfriend I knew that I wanted this to be more special. I’ve had the idea to do something like this for a while now.” You looked up at him at his words, only to find him already looking right at you. He smiled down at you, reaching to play with the little pearls still around your neck. “It’s… it’s a big step for me, but I’ve known for a long time that it’s what I want. You’re what I want.”

You adjusted in the bed so you were facing him on your side, so close your noses were brushed together and your legs were starting to tangle on their own. Your bodies drew together without any conscious decision on either of your parts. It wasn’t a choice or a decision. It was an involuntary, but completely wanted response. 

“You want to know when I fell in love with you?” 

There was a stillness in the air at your question, almost like Harry was nervous to hear the answer. It didn’t help that your eyes held such vulnerability in them. He wasn’t sure if it was because it was a good memory or a bad one, but when you shared your answer, he quickly realised it was very much the latter. 

“When?”

“Valentine’s Day.” 

His eyes widened a little. It was the last thing he expected you to say. The circumstances around that night were so rocky. You had been so upset with him the night before in a way he didn’t understand at the time. Looking back he regretted deciding to have your last dinner on Valentine’s Day. He was saving himself the hurt and pushing it back onto you and the thought of it just made him sick to his stomach. 

And yet… that was the day? 

“Really?”

“It wasn’t a trigger event or anything but yeah… Leading up to that I already knew I had feelings for you. I tried to ignore them, but I think that night… our last night…” You sighed heavily, remembering how badly you were truly hurting that night despite having so much romance and some of the best sex of your life. “It made me realise that I loved you. That I wouldn’t just miss you like any other man. Like any other person in my life. It hurt to even think about.”

“Me too.” He replied softly, instantly. “At that point, my head was still in my ass-”

“It was.” You agreed, earning a little pinch on your ass under the covers. “Hey.”

Harry just smirked and slid his hand up to your neck to play with those dainty pearls around your neck. He felt warmth in his whole body just at the sight. He really did mean what he said to you. How you were his home. The instant sight of that necklace around your neck was like an ease of anxiety and a build-up of affection and… god Harry had never felt happier in his life. 

“Even though my head was up my own ass, the thought of losing you was… it had me fucked in the head.” 

So he took it out on you. 

You almost said it actually, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. You weren’t even sure why your brain went to that thought when today had been such a happy, positive day. 

“Me too.” You whispered. “I hated being in love with you. I really did.” 

His face fell for a moment, eyes going back down to your necklace like it was his crutch. “I don’t now, obviously. But it was hard. Knowing you wouldn’t feel the same, that we didn’t have a future. At least I thought so anyway… And I hope… I dunno.” You looked away for a moment, outside to the ocean where you two had spent all day enjoying normal, drama-free time together. “I hope that this time it’ll be easier. Normal.” 

“Baby.” He sighed, soft as ever. “I’m going to do everything in my power, everything, to make sure we can live a full, healthy, happy, normal life. I promise you.” 

“You mean that?” You whispered. You believed what he was saying, but you still needed to hear it. He had gone to extreme lengths to protect you, but in other ways he had done the complete opposite just to protect himself. 

“Cross my heart. I love you.” There was a slight tremor in his voice, like his emotions were rippling through his words. He swallowed the nerves and cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your skin. “Believe that I will do anything for you, anything. I’ll prove it. I promise.” 

Your whole body ached with goosebumps just at those three little words. It was an automatic reaction you had because it just made you feel so many things. Love was first, but you were also so happy. Despite everything you two had managed to get to a good place, one that far exceeded the expectations you had.

“Okay.” You replied softly, knowing the weight behind his promise. “I love you.”

His eyes softened further, if that was even possible with the soft, almost cautious look in his face. “I love you. With everything in me.”

You could’ve cried then and there, but you settled on a soft kiss before your head went back to his chest. The room fell silent, letting those soft wave and wind sounds provide comfort instead. You were starting to get sleepy now and the thought of waking up to the sunshine, the water and Harry’s naked body by your side was getting you more and more excited to fall asleep in his arms. 

And to think there were still two full days of enjoying Harry like this. 

//

You woke to sunshine warming your cheek and warmth from Harry’s body pressed to your back. It was all heat and soft skin, hair tickling your cheek and neck with legs tangled in a way that had you sweating a little. 

The little bedroom was warm as anything but you didn’t really mind. Your skin was sticky and you couldn’t wait to dive straight in that water. You could see how still and perfect it was through the windows. 

But there was a problem. And it wasn’t necessarily a problem per say, but a situation making it virtually impossible to get out of bed. Not that you were complaining. 

Harry was practically on top of you, head dug in your neck and his arms wrapped around you like he was scared you’d get out of bed and never return. But that wasn’t the problem/not really a problem. It was his hard cock pressed right into your ass. 

You weren’t sure if he was awake or not because he was quite still and his breathing was heavy, but Harry had a habit of getting up early then returning to bed for one reason or another. He rarely went asleep when he did that, so you weren’t sure if he was just pretending. 

Either way… the feeling of his dick against your ass had you riled up already. Sleepy morning sex had always been something you wanted to do and so far you and Harry hadn’t done it yet. And now that the idea was in your mind… you couldn’t get it out.

“Harry.” You said quietly, putting out a test on whether he was awake yet or not. 

He didn’t move at first, no sign of life even as you said his name again and shifted a little to try and stir him awake. “Harry.” At the third press of his name you felt his body start to come alive. His arms flexed around you and his legs started to rub a bit more purposefully against yours.

“If y’keep moving like that I’m going to have to find a way to make you stop.” His words were groggy, heavily murmured against your neck so shivers ran down your spine. Every syllable was punctuated and slow making his lips brush against your skin with every movement of his lips and tongue. It was ridiculous. 

Harry’s morning voice was something else. There was this huskiness and richness to it that made you want to launch yourself at him. It was like some fucked out of body experience that got you instantly horny with only a few words. 

So you moved again.

Biting back a giggle, you pressed your ass further against him. It was rewarded by a groan, and a hand curling around your neck in a firm grip. He pushed your head back onto his shoulder, making you gasp as his other hand pressed on your stomach. 

“If you want me to fuck you, you can just ask.” He mused, nuzzling his nose along your neck. “Is that what you want? F’me to fill you up nice and good?”

“Yes…” you whispered. 

“Hmm. You’re such a good girl y’know….” He ran his hand down from your stomach to your clit, brushing against just enough to have you inhaling a sharp breath. “And already wet… were you dreaming of me?”

“Yes.” You admitted, whimpering when he circled over your clit a little harder. 

“I can tell.” He smiled against your skin, “bet you don’t even need me to prep you, do you?”

“No. Want you right now. Please, Harry.”

“I got you.” He assured, sliding his hand between your thighs and hooking underneath your leg to part them. “Put me in, hm? You can do it.”

You reached between your legs and wrapped your hand around his cock. Feeling him shudder against you and moan into your ear was like nothing else you had ever experienced. You loved it. Knowing you could affect him with just one touch was… everything. 

You were quick to guide him to your entrance, already wet and ready for him. You were craving it. 

The moment he pushed himself into you, you could feel how sore you truly were from last night. It had been a while since the last time you slept with Harry and while you adjusted like his cock was made for you, there was a bit more of a burn than usual. 

You loved it. 

“Oh god.”

“Sore?” He asked softly, sliding his arm forward so the crook of his arm supported your leg and his fingers were able to reach your clit. It soothed the burn, masking how full you felt with slow pleasure that had you curling against the bed. 

You hummed out an agreement and he only smiled against your skin. “I’ll make you feel better. Promise.” 

It was slow and delicious. A dance of slow rocking and his fingers against your clit. His lips kissed along your neck and shoulder, biting and sucking and moaning in your ear. Your eyes remained closed like you two were the only people in the entire universe and it intensified every single movement.

His palm around your neck… his abs contracting against your back… the heat radiating from his body and oh god the full grinding feeling of his cock against your g-spot with every deep rock. It wasn’t rushed nor were there any big movements. It was all skin pressed against skin and grinding that made your bodies move at once.

And when you reached that finish line in barely five minutes, it was sealed with a langid, deep kiss. A twist of tongues with a touch of morning breath that neither of you seemed to care about in the slightest. His heat filled you to the absolute brim and you found yourself once again trying to hold it all in until you two had another shower before getting dressed in those same swimmers as yesterday.

You didn’t exactly plan your overnight trip on the boat very well, but neither of you expected to stay the night. There was something a big scandalous about it though. Knowing you were out here on the water all alone having perfect sex. One with nature and one with each other all at the same time. 

Though… when you finally got dressed and went upstairs to the deck, you realised that you weren’t really that alone after all. It was still early morning and because of that there were many boats around doing early fishing or simply enjoying the water like you two were. 

You would’ve preferred a bit more privacy, but you quickly realised that it didn’t matter if you were the only boat in the entire ocean or if you were completely surrounded because your morning sex had properly set the tone for the day and the entire weekend. You could barely keep your hands off each other.

It didn’t matter if you were swimming in the water, having a bite to eat or simply laying on the deck getting some sun, you had to be touching. A hand on your back or your calf, feet nudging each other or fingers tracing over bare skin. You needed to be close and if it weren’t completely illegal you would’ve been close in a whole othet way too.

Though… you got pretty close. So close it was your final moment on the boat before Harry was hauling your asses back to the airbnb for some real privacy. It was hard not to, to be honest. You just couldn’t take it anymore. Anyone with eyes could see how fucking ridiculous Harry looked. 

He was all tanned skin and muscles, perfect tattoos and the glow of sweat from the sun. His hair was all wavy and his shorts had ridden up so far and were so low you didn’t know whether to look at his tiger tattoo or the happy trail disappearing into his waistband. It was sinful.

But he did start it first. 

You weren’t even sure how it happened. You were just lying on your back in the sun with your eyes closed to dry off. You liked a repeated pattern of jumping in the water before basking in the sun to dry off until you were too hot again. It was the perfect way to cool down and get some colour; a cycle that could last all day before the sun was too strong and you were due for your afternoon nap.

Harry had been tracing over your stomach for a little while. He was far more focused on you than relaxing, but he couldn’t help it. Your body was his obsession. His drug. He couldn’t get enough of it. Which is why his fingers danced started moving south, right over the small coverage of your bikini.

“What are you doing?” You asked, lifting your hat that was covering your face so you could look at him.

“Nothing.”

“I don’t believe you.” You replied, settling back against the cusion. 

“Just relax, hm? Don’t bring attention to us.”

At that, you lifted your hat again. “What are you-ohh.”

His fingers nudged your bikini bottom to the side and immediately found your clit. And your clit turned into two fingers pumping in and out of your dripping cunt while you were forced to lay there and not make a sound. Realistically no one could hear you two, especially if you were quiet, but they sure as hell would hear a loud moan and that was the last thing you needed.

It was all a game for Harry. A teasing match where he told you to stay still, stay quiet or he’d take away all the pleasure he was giving you. It was cruel really, to be teased so mercilessly in public. At the same time though… it was hard to not be turned on by it. 

Like some sick cat and mouse game where the mouse had to stay quiet to live and even one sound would get it captured and killed. But you enjoyed every sick moment of it. Every turn of your head over your shoulder to see if someone was looking and every connection of your eyes where you could read how much Harry was getting turned on by it.

Up until the moment you came on his fingers and he made you clean them up. You enjoyed every. single. moment. 

Which brought you to your revenge a little while later when you decided to sit inside to cool down. The sliding doors were still open but the shade provided you much needed warmth… and the perfect opportunity to get on your knees between Harry’s legs. 

It was wet and messy. You were pulling out your best tricks to get him to make a sound even though you both knew that would grab the attention of a nearby boat which was last on the list of things you wanted. Granted, it didn’t last very long before he was coming down your throat but god… his hands in your hair, his soft moans reaching your ears and the whispers of filthy praises and degradations all laced together… it was obscene. 

Obscene and so goddamn hot Harry decided to take you back to the airbnb then and there. 

The rest of the weekend bliss. Food and wine and sex and music. If you weren’t eating you were laughing about something or his hands were on your body, lips against yours in this endless cycle of ‘we should get out of bed’ and ‘take your clothes off’. You swam all day Saturday and made the most of the boat before you had to take it back to shore and return to your air bnb.

It was like a mini oasis. Tucked in the hills with a perfect view of the beach. The best of both worlds. 

“You’re a cheater!” You exclaimed, slamming your cards on the table as you stood up to walk into the kitchen and get more wine.

“I’m not.” Harry laughed, leaning back in his chair “You’re just bad at this game and a sore loser.”

“No. You’re mean and a cheater. Always changing rules because you ‘remembered them’ mid game. That’s bullshit.” you held up little bunny ears with your fingers around the phrase, earning another laugh before Harry was out of his chair to come soothe your pain of losing the third round of cards. 

“How about…” He started, sliding behind you while placing his hands on your hips.

“No.” You cut him off, earning a squeeze in your sides while he ignored your poor attitude. 

“How about-” Harry started again, “you pick the next game-” he rested his chin on your shoulder, letting his mouth graze your neck. “-whatever you want. And you can deal or start or however it works. Okay?”

“You’re going to cheat again.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you chose to keep facing forward. You knew he’d want you to spin around so he could look at you and once that happened it was game over. Both of you knew that it only took one look and you were completely at his mercy. And you weren’t over being a sore loser yet. “I’m not even sure I want to play anything else with you.”

“Come onnnnn.” He sang, wrapping his arms around your waist so he could hug you properly. “It’s not fun if I play by myself.”

“And it’s not fun when you cheat.”

“I didn’t cheat!” Harry whined, wanting you to turn around so he could kiss you all over. He attempted to make you feel better, or at least more compliant by kissing all along your neck and shoulder but not even that seemed to be working. “You’re just not good, baby. I’m sorry. It’s the truth. Now please, turn around.”

Groaning, you reluctantly turned with your arms still tightly crossed across your chest. Harry had to hold back a laugh at how pouty your expression was, like a little child who was told no for the first time in their little lives. “As my boyfriend you should’ve just admitted to cheating. I’m a good player.”

“You are a good player, baby. Just not at poker.” He sympathised, making you want to hit his pretty face. “You beat me at Go Fish, remember?”

“I could hit you.” You threatened, but all Harry did was smile and slide his hand over your cheek.

“You won’t because I hit back and you know it.” Your eyes widened ever so slightly at his words, knowing exactly what he was talking about. His tone dropped to a murmur and he very quickly had his palm wrapped around the front of your throat. “I’ve still got our toys from Pleasing. Remember, sweetheart?”

That didn’t exactly sound like a threat. It sounded more like something you’d drop to your knees begging for. Still… you didn’t really want him knowing that. Right now at least.

“Fine. I pick canasta. But I’ll warn you, I’m actually really good at this game.” 

He only rolled his eyes and laughed, pulling you in for a quick smooch. “You said that before we started playing poker and look where we are now.” Letting go of your neck, he stepped aside and went to the fridge to get a fresh bottle of white. “Now go, set it up and I’ll grab the wine, okay?”

You two wanted to make dinner that night but after many tipsy rounds of cards and being bent over the table after mouthing him off one too many times, neither of you could exactly be bothered to cook. So you settled on Thai food which was absolutely the right choice. After eating until you were stuffed to the brim and having a bit more wine, both of you collapsed in a sleepy heap.

That sleepiness didn’t last very long though, because it barely felt like two minutes (a few hours in reality) before you were being shaken awake because Harry needed you. If there was one thing you learnt about Harry when he was drinking, it was that he was needy and as touchy as ever. Mix that with a big day in the sun and being woken up in the middle of the night and you got sleepy middle of the night sex that was almost as good as your wakeup call and the public touching earlier on the boat.

You were sore because of it, but you honestly didn’t care one bit. You loved having freedom like this. Where you spent time together like a normal couple and were actually able to have sex whenever you felt like it. To sleep in the same bed and kiss and touch each other in public like you two weren’t a big secret from the people you loved.

Even walking along the shops and weekend market had you excited. Hell, you were excited just to walk through a grocery store together. No one knew who you two were, nor did they care and that feeling was what you had wanted for a long time.

You wanted to continue it when you drove home on Sunday. So after a big breakfast to cure your hangover, you two were driving back and making a couple stops on the way. There were a few small towns between home and where you stayed and you made sure to stop at each one. It didn’t matter if the stop was a 20 minute coffee break or two hours where you decided to have a swim at a pretty beach, you just wanted more normal. 

Harry understood it too. Being away was different than at home, even your home where you two were basically able to have an open relationship. There were still eyes everywhere and judgements from your peers for dating an older guy. It was pretty easy to piece together once he started coming around more and while no one ever said anything and stuck to themselves, you could still see the way their eyes wandered. 

You wanted to be away from that as long as possible and you were able to be out most of Sunday before returning home alone. Harry had to work the next day and he had to be in the office so he couldn’t stay, which left you a little more emotional than usual. You tried to get him to come in but he declined on the basis that if he came in he wouldn’t be able to leave. 

He was right. If you got him in your apartment, you would’ve let him destroy you well into the evening so he’d be forced to spend the night with you. A little sabotage if you will. 

You were just so happy with him. You never expected that a weekend away would result in you coming back with an open ‘I love you’ just out there for both of you to exchange. But now that it did… it was a lot harder to say goodbye. 

“Please.” You pouted, attempting to tug him into the building with you. He was going to wait in the car but felt like it was his duty to at the very least walk you to the door of your building. 

“Baby, I can’t. If I come up I’ll never leave and I have to leave. I have to work tomorrow and so do you.” He sighed, eyes soft as he cupped your face. 

“I don’t want you to leave.” You complained, grabbing onto his t-shirt with both hands and pulling so your bodies were close. It was almost impossible to say no to you, but he didn’t have clothes and he had a feeling he wouldn’t be sleeping much if he stayed the night. 

“I don’t want to leave either. I’d love to stay with you forever but we’ve got adult responsibilities.”

“Ugh” you groaned, tilting your head into his chest. He laughed and hugged you, pressing a kiss to your head. “Why does adulting get in the way of everything?”

“It’s life, my love. But ‘m seeing you Wednesday, yeah? And you’re coming over Friday?” He was finding it even harder to resist you when you whined like that. It was so childish and he adored it with everything in him. 

“Yes and yes.” You agreed, pressing your chin to his chest so you could look at him. “I can’t wait to see Archie.”

“And me, right? Me more than my son?” He raised a brow. 

“Yeah sure, of course.”

“You’re such a liar.” He laughed, cupping your face with both hands. “Now I have to go, otherwise I’ll set up house right here and neither of us need that.”

“You can set up house in my bed? In me?” You suggested, earning a groan as he tightened his hands on your face and leaned in to kiss you. 

“Don’t be cheeky.”

“You love it.”

“I do. Now go upstairs, please.” He practically begged, needing you to step away before he carried you up into your apartment. 

“Fineeee” you agreed, kissing him again before you pulled away to grab your overnight bag from the ground. “One more kiss?”

“C’mere” he laughed, drawing you in for one more kiss before he was pushing you away. “Now go.”

You pouted again, knowing it was childish but not caring one bit as you walked to the door and unlocked it with your keypass. Before you walked through you looked back at him. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He smiled, wide and bright like he couldn’t believe you were even saying it. 

Once you were through the doors you blew him a kiss, which he caught happily before finally turning around and walking away. 

Watching his back made you quickly realise something. Each and every time you had to say goodbye like this, it was only going to get harder. You hated it. 

//

“Have you spoken to Niall recently?” 

Harry looked over at you, brow raised at the question. You were both sitting on his couch, Archie taking up way too much space and lying between your legs like a big loaf. Your feet were on Harry’s lap and he had already grumbled about Archie taking up ‘his spot’ (apparently) multiple times since you both sat down to start some new psychological thriller series that Harry wanted to watch. 

You asked the question between the episodes, way too caught up in the show to think about anything else during the episode. You were both notorious commenters, even if you spent half the show playing games on your phone due to a lack of attention span. Still, Harry was already grumbly about Archie liking you more than him and taking up his spot so you didn’t really want to be nipped at for talking during the show. 

“A little. Why?” His palm rubbed over your ankle, eyeing his son who had his head right over your thigh. 

Harry knew it would be awful of him but part of him wanted to send Archie to his bed so he could lie between your legs instead. It was rare that you could be at his house, so rare it had only been a handful of times in the weeks you were together so he wanted to be as close to you as possible. 

You two still hadn’t christened his bed and Harry couldn’t-wouldn’t deny that it had been playing on his mind since that weekend. God, taking you on that trip was the best decision. All damn weekend he had the pleasure of touching you, pleasing you. Making you orgasm so many times he swore he could still taste you on his tongue. And you gladly reciprocated. He had been thinking about that fucking blowjob on the deck an unhealthy amount. 

He could feel it lingering in the air. The need. His lust slowly building in his body. This was the first time you two were spending time together since that weekend and all he could think about was bringing you to his bed and redoing every sexual encounter you two had during your relationship. But this time… better. 

It would all be better even if he did a play-by-play because this time there was no ambiguity in your relationship. Everything was out in the open. Your feelings. Your future. Your love. 

Harry couldn’t explain why sex felt so much better now that he knew you were in love with him, but it did. He now saw the appeal of it all, which he hadn’t in a long time. He understood why people waited to have sex because they wanted it to mean something. He understood why people didn’t do one night stands or why they waited until they felt real feelings for someone to sleep with them. It was so much better. 

It was fulfilling in a way he wanted to feel forever. Sex was always going to be pleasurable, but now that his heart was in it too it took everything to a new level. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to explore new things together, things you hadn’t done yet. Harry couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have you call him ‘Daddy’ again, to let him dominate you like he has before. 

Now that you two were sleeping together again… he wanted you insatiably. 

“I’ve just been thinking about him, that’s all.” You shrugged, stroking Archie’s head while looking at Harry. 

“You’ve been thinking about him?” He raised a brow, almost challenging you with his stare. 

“Not like that you big baby.” You rolled your eyes. He made a sound of indignation, squeezing your ankle as a small reprimand. You ignored it, looking down at Archie instead. “I mean. He’s your friend. So, I dunno, I haven’t heard you mention him at all and I was just thinking about him. Jed too.”

“No, you’re right.” He agreed, smoothing his thumb over your skin. “I’ve been a bit slack since everything happened. With him, my other friends too. I think I’ve just wanted to spend every waking moment with you. Every second.”

“I’ve been the same.” You looked down at Archie, smiling when he let out a big huff as you scratched behind his ears. “Aside from Maeve and Jay, I haven’t seen anyone from home in ages. I just… I want to see you all the time.” You shrugged, “If distance wasn’t a problem…”

If distance wasn’t a problem you’d probably find yourself attached to his hip. Wanting to have a never-ending sleepover where you got to wake up with him and Archie by your side. That’s what you really wanted. 

“What?” Harry smirked, cocking his head as his fingers started trailing up your calf. “You’d see me every day?” He was only teasing. He just loved the sight of that cute blush on your cheeks and the way you averted his eye contact. 

“Would that be too much?” 

Would that be too much? Harry wanted to laugh at your question, not because he wanted to embarrass you or found it funny, but because he could spend 24 hours, 7 days a week with you and still need more time. 

“Baby, I used to see you five days a week and that still wasn’t enough. If I saw you every day, properly… I’d be pretty fucking happy.” 

“Me too.” You smiled, shivering a little at the way his fingers were caressing your skin. 

“Is it bad if I tell Archie to go to his b-e-d?” Harry asked, spelling out the word so Archie wouldn’t understand the command. Your eyes widened and you let out a dramatic gasp, pressing your hands over Archie’s floppy ears. He lifted his head and looked up at you curiously, eyes all sad like he knew he was being kept out of the conversation. 

“Yes!” You hissed, “how dare you even suggest that to your child? He’s just a baby.”

“He’s a baby who’s in the way of my baby. Who I miss and am way too fucking far from right now.” 

“You’re way too needy for your own good.” You rolled your eyes, taking your hands off of Archie’s ears to scratch behind them instead. “I’m busy with my adopted child so you need to give us time together.”

“Oh I’m needy?” You could hear the taunt in his tone and the switch in his eyes. You could feel something coming, something that had your stomach dropping and your body on high alert for what he was about to do. 

And it was for good reason too. 

“Go to bed, Archie.”

“Harry.” You hissed, watching Archie flash a severe case of side-eye to both of you before he trotted away. You were trying to act like you were annoyed by his actions, but you were honestly excited. “Why did you do that?”

“Because I’m going to show you that you’re the whiniest-” he grabbed onto your ankle pulling you closer until your back was flat on the couch. You let out a little yelp, watching as he pulled your loose pants off your legs in one swift action. “Neediest-” you gasped when your underwear followed, leaving you bare except for a little black tank top. 

“…Little girl there is. I’ll show you exactly what needy is and then you might think twice about what you say to me.”

He manoeuvred between your legs before you knew it, one slung over his shoulder while the other hung over the couch. His hair was a little damp from the shower he took as soon as he got home from work. Little curls were forming against his forehead, giving him this boyish glint in his eyes that just spelt ‘trouble’. 

“Your ego gets bruised so…” You inhaled a sharp breath, feeling his mouth skirt over your very inner thigh, “...easily.” 

He raised a brow at you, eyes focused on yours while he dragged his lips across your sensitive flesh. “Is that what you really think? That I have a fragile ego? Easily bruised by mouthy brats.”

You weren’t sure why his words had your pussy clenching. But it did. As did this fucking banter you two had going on. You two quite literally spent close to three days with your bodies attached and it was like that was all it took to get things going sexually for you two. To already be at a point where Harry was calling you a brat and teaching you some sort of lesson.

“Yeah…” You breathed, shifting when his palms flattened against your inner thighs, thumbs rubbing against your outer labia so gently it had you holding back a squirm. He was so light, so teasing and you had a feeling he’d be making you beg for anything even remotely pleasurable. 

“Maybe I just wanted an excuse to edge you. Ever thought about that?” He smirked, maintaining eye contact while he leaned down and rang his tongue across your crease. You whimpered a little, feeling him collect your arousal but press nowhere near hard enough to even skim your clit. 

“So you want to be mean to me? The love of your life?”

“You’re cute.” He chuckled, dipping his tongue back in for another swipe along your labia. This time he pressed harder, finding your entrance and clit in one go. Your hand found his hair, resisting the urge to grab onto it tight and just force his mouth right where you wanted him. But you had a feeling that wouldn’t pan out too well. “But not cute enough, baby.”

You wanted to say something, but all that came out was another moan as his tongue finally smoothed over your clit with purpose. He only did it once before working around your pussy. He licked at your labia, sucked them into his mouth and kissed over your entrance. He teased you everywhere except where you wanted him most and then the few times he actually did make it to your clit, it was a brief kiss. A single lick. A torturous action that had you squirming and tugging at his hair. 

You could feel your clit pulse for attention. His mouth was hot and wet and feeling it everywhere but the one spot you truly needed was hell. You were getting desperate, needy. Just like he wanted. Just like he warned.

“Harry…” you gasped, back arching off the couch as he pressed the tip of his tongue inside you. Just enough to have you feel a little stretch but not enough to do anything. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal and his saliva, your pussy already swollen from attention and yet you were no closer to an orgasm. Just closer to begging for him to give you proper pleasure. 

“Hm? What is it? I’m kind of in the middle of something, y/n.” He hummed, smirking like it was hilarious while the vibrations of his mouth rocked gently against your clit. He brushed his lips there, dipping his tongue out to stroke against your clit in a single teasing action. 

“Please, Harry. Just touch me.”

“I am touching you.” Harry remarked, “What’s wrong? Can you not feel it?”

He dipped down again, pressing his tongue flat against your entrance where he practically drank your leaking arousal. You were so goddamn desperate and he could see it. He didn’t even need to hear you say anything because he already knew. 

“I can. I can it’s just-” You whined, getting so fucking frustrated with this child of a man. Teasing you like this over one comment. 

“Just what? Do you need something?”

You could hear the mocking in his voice. The teasing. He wanted you to give in and beg, to prove that you were the needier member of your relationship. You knew that he also just liked a bit of a game and you didn’t want to give in.

“No… no, I’m okay.” You settled on, trying to keep your voice and tone even.

“If you say so, baby.” He grinned, running his tongue through your crease again. “Taste so sweet, God.” He groaned, lapping at your entrance like it was his favourite meal. You could feel the nerves being stimulated there, like an almost hit of pleasure, like that first initial stretch of his cock inside of you. But still wasn’t enough. “...Like an angel.” He continued. “Can’t get anything better on the entire fucking planet.”

You just made a noise of agreement, trying so hard to keep your legs still even though all they wanted to do was slam shut around his head. And he just kept going. Kept teasing. Kept kissing everywhere except your clit. But you stayed strong, stayed silent even when he kept prompting you to just tell him what you wanted. That it was okay to need something.

And you needed something. You were so fucking needy you could’ve cried. Your pussy could’ve cried. 

“Y’know what would be even better than my mouth, sweetheart?” Harry’s voice cooed, his large hands rubbing over your thighs and stomach while he kissed against your mound. 

“What?” You sighed, feeling so frozen and so tensed up every touch was like electricity. 

You knew you couldn’t keep up any longer. It wasn’t like he was edging you, giving you pleasure then taking it away when you were close to release. No, somehow it was worse. Because he was barely giving you pleasure at all. Just leaving you dangling on the edge of some cliff where he’d come stand at the edge, pretend to extend a helping hand then fuck off. And he knew how much you were struggling because of it. He could see it. Feel it. Hear it in your whiny, soft angel-like voice. 

“Something nice and big, something to fill you right up. Don’t you think, angel? Don’t you think my cock would be better? Would fuck you so nice, hm? So good. All you have to do is ask. Tell me what you need.”

“I’m starting to hate you.” You murmured, swallowing heavy as he stood from the couch to remove his clothes.

“No. I don’t think so.” He chuckled deeply, watching the way your eyes became hooded at the sight of his hard cock, already sore and waiting to be deep inside you. 

You had been an insatiable thing all weekend. Wanting to touch him always, have your mouth on his cock or even better have him deep inside you. So needy. You may have been the definition of needy and he wanted to prove it. Yet you had been doing so well so far to not give in. 

Harry had a feeling that you wouldn’t be able to do that much longer. He had it set in his mind that he’d have you retracting your words, even though Harry very much was needy for you. Always. He wasn’t even offended by your comment really, but any opportunity to tease you was an opportunity he was going to take. 

“Well maybe not hate, but… strongly dislike.” You flicked between his cock and his face and watched as he came back to join you on the couch. He took his time in getting situated, kneeling back between your legs and running his hands all over your legs. 

“You’re a liar, darling. Y’know I don’t like lying.” He smirked, grabbing your leg closest to the back of the couch and pulling it up so your ankle was on his shoulders. His hands ran up and down your leg as he pressed the front of his thigh to the back of yours. 

The way you nearly whined. Panting and trembling when his hard cock rest on your mound, like he was showing you how deep he could be inside you if you just gave in. 

He was being the ultimate tease but he was right. You could never hate him and you were being a big fat liar despite the fact you both knew that you were closer than ever to begging for his cock. For his touch. For anything. 

“You’re being mean.” You complained, twisting as he grabbed his cock and tapped it against your skin.

“How? By telling you you can have anything you want?” He cocked his head, pulling his hips back so he could drag the head of his cock through your labia. You sighed when he rubbed against your clit, purposely dragging slow methodical circles that had you shifting beneath him. “I used my mouth on you, my fingers, now m’cock and you still think I’m being mean?”

“Yes. You’re teasing me.” You whimpered, exhaling heavily as his cock pressed right to your entrance. He never nudged further, didn’t press hard enough to slide into you. He just circled your entrance and collected your arousal over his length. 

“But you can end it any time, sweetheart. I told you.” He chuckled, bringing your other leg up to his shoulder too. Harry kissed your ankle while grinding his length through your folds, making him slick and desperate himself for more than just teasing you. He needed to be inside you. But he could wait. “All you have to do is ask. All you have to do is show how needy you truly are. That’s all I want. Then it’ll be over, hm?”

You couldn’t do it anymore. Not when he dragged his head back down to your entrance. When he circled there and ran his mouth over your ankle and calf like he was obsessed with every inch of your skin. 

“Just say the words y/n. Say the words.”

“Please…” your voice came as a whisper, a breath like something that would disappear in the wind. But Harry heard it. Of course he did. 

“What was that?” He grinned, looking at you with this look that both made you want to slap him and kiss him all at once. 

“Please. I need you to fuck me.”

“Atta girl.”

And that was it. That was all it took for him to slide right into you. He filled you swiftly and took no time in snapping his hips with yours at a steady pace. It was like sweet relief, like your body could finally relax after being so fucking uptight and on edge. 

And the relief was more pleasurable than ever. His cock filled you to perfection. With a hand on your stomach and his thumb on your clit you were already spinning to an orgasm within minutes. It didn’t take much. Not when you were edged and teased for so long. 

“See? I knew you needed it. Could’ve had this so long ago” 

“Harry.” You gasped, head thrown back against the couch. He groaned at your moan of his name and kept fucking you through your orgasm, his fingers running over your clit until you could barely breathe because of how good it felt. 

“You feel so fucking good. Always feel so… fucking… good.” Harry drew his hips back and thrust between each word, using one hand to push on the back of your knees so they pressed against your chest. The new angle had you dying, a cry of ecstacy echoing through the room while you held onto the arm of the couch behind your head.

“Oh god.”

“I know.” He sympathised, mocking you while his stomach and balls grew tighter at the build up to his orgasm. “It’s deep isn’t it? Can feel me so deep can’t you?”

“Yes… oh god, yes.”

“You take me so well, y/n. Always take me so well. Like you were made for me.”

Harry kept talking you through it. Telling you how good you were, how tight you were, how close he was to filling you with cum until you were unravelling into another orgasm and Harry was doing just as promised. His cum filled you with heat, filling your core with so much love and arousal while he parted your knees and smushed his mouth to yours in the first kiss since you two started this whole teasing game.

You could feel it starting to leak out of you, even before Harry pulled out. Your arousal and Harry’s release were mixing into a sticky mess and you knew that the moment he parted from you it would be all over his nice couch. Somehow though, you had a feeling he didn’t give two shits about dirtying his expensive furniture. 

“You okay m’love? Need anything?” Harry asked softly, pressing his forehead to yours. You smiled and kissed him, hugging him close to your chest like you didn’t want to part just yet.

“I’m good. So good.” 

“Yeah?” He grinned, kissing you again before groaning like he didn’t want to get off you. “Good. I only ever want to make you feel good.” He slid out of you gently, keeping his eyes on your face so he could watch your facial expressions. “Even if I have to make you beg to get there.”

“I didn’t beg.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms to cover your chest while you clenched your thighs and pussy to try and keep as much of his cum inside you as possible.

“You did.” He sang, getting up from the couch. “I’ll get a towel, baby. Be right back.”

“I did not.” You called back, watching his bum as he walked to his laundry stark naked without a care in the world. It was actually unfair how nice it was. You admired it a whole lot better than you ever did your own ass. 

“Don’t lie, y/n. You begged for my dick and you’ll beg for it again.” Harry yelled the words from his laundry and you couldn’t help but laugh at his response. 

It was like the longer you were together, the more carefree and happy he became. You found his serious, dominating side attractive and sexy as hell. It was what originally appealed to you. Someone older, someone who could take care of you and take the lead. But you were falling in love with this other side of him more and more every day. 

Harry returned a moment later, wasting no time in sitting beside you on the couch so he could help clean you up. You noticed he had cleaned himself up before coming back to you, but he hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on yet. 

Not that you were complaining. 

“So. Back to Niall.” 

“You cannot be serious.” You laughed in shock, gasping a little as you tried to calm yourself down. He used the damp towel to clean between your legs, careful so his cum wouldn’t spill out onto the nice leather of his couch. “Harry, your cum is literally dripping on the couch right now can you give me a second.”

“Sorry.” Harry chuckled, reaching to the ground to grab your underwear so he could pull them up your legs for you. “Keep it in, hm.” He murmured, rubbing his thumb over the growing wet patch on your crease. A patch being created by his cum. “You make a mess, you have to clean it up.”

“You’re fucking unbelievable.” You murmured, covering your face with your eyes as you squirmed a little under his touch. 

“You love it.” He grinned, eliciting a roll of your eyes. You watched him get up to chuck the damp cloth into the laundry basket, stark naked like the day he was born. He  truly was a stunning man. A modern day Adonis. 

Harry returned, dick still swinging freely with two water classes. After setting them down on the coffee table in front of the couch, he called Archie back and slid his lounge shorts back on. Archie seemed to beeline back for that same spot as before, but Harry easily beat him and settled between your legs so Archie was forced to lay on the floor. Harry rested his cheek on your bare stomach and wrapped his arms around your thighs, nuzzling into you like you were his own human pillow. 

The next episode of your show had already come and gone during your activities, so Harry was quick to go back to where you left off. You were incredibly sweaty and probably stuck to the couch, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were happy to lay there with him, like this. Like you wouldn’t have to leave his house tonight and go next door and pretend like you didn’t love him, like you were just spending time with Archie and catching up with Harry after so long. 

“So what were you talking about with Niall?” You asked, threading your fingers through his hair. 

“When you were talking about friends, I realised that they’re… everything to me and yet I’ve been a pretty shit friend to the people I care about. Niall included. I’ve been so caught up in us and all we’ve been through that I’ve let everyone down.” His voice was soft and he had his cheek pressed so firmly against your belly it was impossible to catch his eyes. You felt your stomach churn with guilt because you had been doing the exact same. It was easy to get caught up in everything that you let the people who mean the most to you slip away. 

“You haven’t let everyone down.” You murmured, keeping a steady pace of combing your fingers through his hair. “Everyone gets like that sometimes. I’m sure he understands.”

“Sure. But that doesn’t make it right.”

“I guess so. But I think you’re being too hard on yourself.”

“No.” Harry deadpanned, squeezing around your legs. He turned his head to look at you with his chin against your skin. He had this adorable expression on his face. Soft eyes and a slight pout on his mouth. “But I do think I need to make more of an effort… So I was thinking. We should go out, do something fun. Casual.”

“As in you and me?”

“And our friends.”

Oh. 

“Wow… our friends, together. That’ll be interesting.” 

“What? You think it’s a bad idea?” His brows furrowed together, that pout intensifying a little. 

“I didn’t say that.” You smiled, pushing his hair back from his face. 

“I think it’ll be good to get together the people that helped us be together. If we want a normal relationship we need to meet each other's friends. Properly. Spend time with them.”

He had a point and it was something you had been thinking about for a while. It was the natural next step in your relationship. But you didn’t exactly think that it would happen all together. 

You thought that he might start coming to your movie nights with Jay and Maeve or that Lucy would join you on a walk with Archie sometime. Little things. Slow progressions where it happened with one group at a time. 

You’d go to his office for lunch, maybe. Get a coffee for Michael and Will or maybe even get a drink with them and Harry on a Friday night. Harry hadn’t gone in a while, but you knew he enjoyed it. He also enjoyed golf, which was something you imagined joining him on with his friends. Not that you’d actually play golf, but it would’ve given you an opportunity to get to know Niall and his other friends. 

This though… your friends all together at once? Without even one social setting just one group at a time? You weren’t exactly sold on the idea. 

“Do you think it’ll be weird? With the age gap and all.” 

You weren’t exactly sure how to break the ice if you knew nothing about Harry’s friends. At least nothing beyond the stories and things Harry has said. 

“Is it weird between us?” 

“Well, no.”

“Then?”

He was such a man sometimes. He clearly wasn’t understanding what you were saying. 

“Well I mean.” You adjusted underneath him, “I don’t know how well dinner is going to go. What are they going to talk about? I don’t think a sit down is a good ice breaker?”

“Now why do you think dinner is my idea of fun and casual?” He raised a brow, unwrapping his arms from beneath you to give your ass a firm squeeze. You slapped his hand but he just grinned like a Cheshire fucking cat. His hands crawled to your front instead, tucked under his chin so it wasn’t digging into you anymore. 

“I don’t know. We always do dinner and it’s fun. And casual. I go for dinner and have a great time.” You shrugged, not really sure what your reasoning was to think that he was thinking about dinner.  

“Yes.” He laughed, “But I mean out. To a bar. With lots of alcohol where it doesn’t matter what we talk about because everyone will find everything funny anyway. Besides, this is Niall we’re talking about. He can make a funeral laugh.”

“Really?” You chuckled, already knowing that trait about Niall even if you’ve only met him once. 

“You don’t know him well but he’s a good time. When we get together we have a good laugh.” 

“I believe you.” You smiled, running your hand through his hair. One of his hands slid under your tank top in return, finding the underneath of your breast in a comfortable graze. You flashed a warning glance but he ignored it and simply smirked. “Y’know I’ve always been curious what you’re like drunk. And I mean really drunk. Your birthday doesn’t count.”

“I’d like to say I’m a fun drunk.” He grinned, pushing your tank up so he could kiss your stomach. He wasn’t necessarily trying to start a second round, he was just enjoying this. Spending time with you. Touching you. Feeling you. Laying with you was one of his favourite things in the world. 

“Will you dance with me then? Because I like to dance when I go out.”

You half expected him to decline. To kiss and lick at your skin as a distraction while he mumbled some crap about him being too old or that it wasn’t his ‘thing’. 

“I’ll dance with you.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened, immediately excited at the thought of being on some hot sweaty double floor with him. 

“Yes,” he laughed, “Why does that surprise you? I’m perfectly capable of letting loose.”

“Sure, but I’ve never seen it.” You rolled your eyes playfully. 

“You so have!” He gaped, actually offended by your belief. “How could you even-”

Harry’s phone ringing interrupted the moment, causing him to let out a childish groan. He should’ve turned the damn thing off. 

“This better be life or death.” He uttered, making you smile as you watched him begrudgingly get off the couch to go to the island bench where his phone was. 

“Anyone important?” You asked, immediately missing the warmth of his body over yours. He didn’t respond and you could see the way his body suddenly turned rigid and that relaxed happy expression on his face switched to something stern. “Harry?”

He shook out of it, flashing you a soft smile that did nothing to ease your nerves on his sudden change of attitude. “Just work. I’ll be right back.”

He wasn’t right back. You wanted to give him his privacy. Being in a relationship didn’t make you entitled to know every phone call or problem he had. But there was something about the way he switched like the flock of a switch that had you really uneasy. 

After 10 minutes ticked by you decided to go after him, coinciding it with your need to shower. You were going to have dinner with Harry but after that you had to head home and you would’ve rather been clean and fresh to cuddle on the couch and go home to your parents. The last thing you needed was any hint of sex on you. 

Archie followed you closely, his wet nose bumping against your calf as you walked softly through the house.  You could hear Harry talking from his office so you approached the door carefully. It was open a little, enough for you to overhear his conversation with whoever was on the other end. 

“She doesn’t want me there…” he gritted out. You pushed the door open a little more, finding him standing with his back against you. He was facing the large windows that backed onto the garden and you could tell just by his posture that the conversation was tense.  “because I know, mum.” Mum? 

Now you felt guilty for overhearing this. It clearly wasn’t your business. Still… you couldn’t help but be curious who this ‘she’ was. 

“There’s no point.” He sighed, “It’s too late… it is too late… no, you know I want to fix it, she’s my sister for god’s sake… because-” 

His voice got cut off by Archie running into the room, noisy as anything. Harry’s head snapped to you and your eyes widened. Shit. “Hey. Um. Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” You said softly, hugging the door frame like you were worried about his reaction. 

Harry didn’t say anything to you. He just patted Archie’s head a little and told his mum that he had to talk about it later before he hung up and chucked his phone on the desk. 

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I’m sorry.” You approached him slowly. 

“It’s fine. Not your fault. I’m sorry I took so long.” He replied, still facing away from you. 

Fine. You hated that. It’s something you would’ve said when you didn’t want to talk about your feelings. Or when ‘fine’ actually meant ‘not okay’. 

“Do you want to talk about it? You can trust me.” You offered, placing your hand against his bare back. He seemed to relax under your touch, head dipped down towards the floor. 

“Y/n. I love you and I told you from the beginning that I wouldn’t lie to you so I won’t. But I can’t talk about this. And it’s not… it’s got nothing to do with trust.” He was so shut off to you. He could barely even look at you. Like he was somehow ashamed of what was happening. 

You couldn’t lie. You were hurt. And yeah, you had no right but you still felt a little put off by it. What could be so bad that he didn’t want to talk to you about it? After all the progress you two made and now he was keeping something from you?

At least he was being honest about it. At least he didn’t lie and make something up. Harry seemed to want you to know that he wasn’t lying, just that he wasn’t comfortable. In your head though, it kind of felt like the same thing. 

“That’s okay. You don’t have to.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his waist while pressing a kiss to his arm. He sighed at the touch and reciprocated the hug, drawing you into his chest so he could kiss your head. 

“I love you. You’re too good for me.” He murmured against your head, squeezing you affectionately. You smiled and spoke an ‘I love you’ against his skin in return, just holding onto him. 

Harry wasn’t like this, ever. After a bad day he’d want affection. A kiss, a cuddle. But it wasn’t like this. Whatever happened was eating him up on the inside and you hated how you had no knowledge of it. That you couldn’t help him. 

“Would you like to shower? Might make you feel better.”

“Will you join me?” He asked, not wanting to part from you. 

Harry didn’t like hiding things from you. In the beginning, he thought it was better that way so he could protect himself. But now, he had never felt more at peace with you. The freedom he experienced now that his feelings were out in the open was unlike anything else. He felt calm, free, comfortable to actually share things and feel things. He trusted you with every fibre of his being and yet… he couldn’t bring himself to tell you about his family. 

Hiding this from you was… it was horrible. He thought about it time and time again. In the moments when you two were confiding in each other. Just talking about anything, everything. He wanted to explain the entire thing, but he was ashamed. 

Harry knew he was a horrible person for what he did to Gemma, what he’s still doing. But after leaving it so long, it felt useless going back. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Nor could he tell you and see the look of disgust and horror in your eyes when you found out what he did. It was a dirty secret. The last piece of who he was trying to get rid of. 

Harry just didn’t want to ruin this sacred thing he had with you. 

“Mhmm.” You agreed, looking up at him. He looked down at you, eyes full of affection. But you could see how upset he was as well. Weaved in between his love for you was turmoil and something that almost made your heartbreak. “‘Course I will.”

“I love you.” He whispered, keeping one arm around you while he played with your necklace between his thumb and forefinger. 

“I love you, too.”

You loved him with everything inside of you and you knew that those words would never lose that meaning. They'd never falter and they'd forever be attached to Harry, no matter what happened between you two. 

But that didn't make it hurt any less to know that he was keeping something from you. He said that it had nothing to do with trust and yet it felt like it had everything to do with it. With all you had been through, it felt owed for him to be honest. And not honest in the sense that he was honest about keeping something because that felt so backwards.

You wanted to help him and you wanted to know that he trusted you enough to come to you with any problem, any situation. Yet he didn't feel that way and you wanted to know why.

You wanted the truth.

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I Love You*

Summary: The second part to Yellow* and One for the Money*

The one where you tell Mr. Styles you love him and you wonder if he'll say it back.

Word Count: 3k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, blow job, multiple orgasms, brief Daddy kink, Sir kink

I love you.

Three little words that feel so big in such a small room. 

Mr. Styles remains still. Unmoving. So quiet, you wonder if you actually said the words aloud or if you only thought them.

But you can feel his heart racing. Can hear the subtle hitch in his breath as the seconds tick by. And you know, undoubtedly, that he heard you.

You clear your throat. “You don’t…you don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

There’s another long lull between your admission and his response. He shifts in your arms before finally he finally nods once.

And that suffices as his reply.

Truth be told, you feel relieved. You aren’t even sure why you said it at all, much less now. And after such an intimate scene. Especially when you knew he most likely wouldn’t say it back.

But you don’t blame him for that. Mr. Styles has never been the overly romantic, affectionate type. You don’t expect that to change just for you. You’re happy with the relationship you have. You like that you stay at his apartment more than your own. You like that he dedicates his free time to you. And you like that you work together and play together.

He’s more than just your partner and your boss. He’s…yours.

“Sir?” you whisper, and you feel his hand tighten around yours. “Are you all right?”

He nods again. Quickly. Strained. “I’m fine, Peach. Are you?”

You nod, too. “Mhm. I’m better now. Promise.” A beat. “Could we start the scene again?”

He lets out a sigh and finally looks up to catch your eye. “Maybe later. We’ll see.”

You pout and feel that anxious twist in your stomach return. You don’t want to end this moment on a sour note. The note where you had to safe word and make him stop only to tell him you love him and surely freak him out. You want to go back. Start it all over again. Do it right.

He notices your frown and tilts his head. “Peach,” he warns. “Don’t.”

“But—”

“I said we’ll see,” he repeats sternly. “If you’re good, I’ll consider it. But if you want to argue with me, you can sit here, achy and dripping, with nobody to touch you.”

You bite back a whine. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He pats your hip. “I’ve got a few more emails to answer before dinner. If I go, will you be all right until I’m done?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He takes hold of your chin. Firm. “I want your honesty.”

“You have it.”

He hesitates. There’s a tension here, between you. An unspoken strain and an edge you’d give anything to smooth out.

You can tell he wants to resolve it. He’s a problem solver. It’s in his nature to fix things. And that’s how this whole arrangement was started in the first place.

But how can he fix what he knows he broke?

He kisses your cheek. Quickly. Gently. “Be good while I’m gone.”

And with that, he leaves you. He turns off the camera, puts his clothes back on, and disappears into his home office.

You spend the next several hours trying not to stare at his closed door. Or thinking about how it ended. What you said. You delete the footage off the SD card and vow to never speak of this day again.

He feels so far away, even if it’s only a few hundred feet. But there’s an ocean between you now and you are lost in his sea. 

Dinner is good. You order Chinese and it’s delivered right as he’s exiting his office for the night. You do your best to put things back to the way they were before. You talk—a lot—and he listens. He’s quiet. Nodding along without much commentary. He picks at his food and you know something is still on his mind.

You hate it.

He cleans up while you go take a shower. You take your time, allowing the water to wash away your regret. Make you clean again. Until each mistake has been swept down the drain.

The two of you will be okay. You have to be.

When you get out, you find him on the bed. He’s got his reading glasses on and a book in his hand and he looks…

Ethereal.

You’ve always been attracted to him. How could you not be, when he has a jaw like that and abs that could grate cheese? But somehow, he looks even better like this—relaxed. At peace. He’s still wearing his fancy slacks and white button up. But the sleeves have been rolled to his elbows and he’s left the first few buttons undone. 

You step further into the bedroom and he doesn’t seem to notice. He’s engrossed in his novel, glasses perched on the tip of his perfect nose as he flips to the next page. And you smile. Your insides already aching as you crawl onto the end of the mattress and allow your towel to fall away.

When the bed dips, he glances up. Briefly. He notices the feral look in your eye and the way you’re moving toward him. He knows what you want and thankfully, he doesn’t deny you.

He looks back to his book. “How was your shower?”

“Good,” you murmur. You reach for his belt and slip it through each loop until you can toss it toward the floor.

He’s quiet.

“How’s your book?” you ask and he hums.

“It’s all right. Not entirely helpful but I like the subject.”

You grin. You adore when he sounds studious. “That’s good.” You pull his zipper down and reach inside his briefs. 

Still, he doesn’t so much as flinch. He reads and he pretends as though you aren’t currently dragging your palm along his hardening cock. He pretends your tits aren’t mere inches from his grasp and he pretends that he can’t see the way you’ve already begun to drip.

You take him in your mouth. Your tongue is wet and ready and you swing your leg over his thigh in order to brace yourself against his lap and take him fully. He’s large. Incredibly large and you forget that sometimes until you feel the way he curves down your throat. 

You pull back and spit only to watch the way it drips down his length until you can smear it around the way you want.

“Peach,” you hear him say and you look up. He moves the book aside to see you. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” 

He reaches down and pinches your cheek. “Watch it,” he warns and he’s strict but somehow kind. “I thought I told you to wait.”

“I did wait,” you argue before sucking on his tip. You pop off and lick your lips. “All day. Couldn’t wait any longer.”

“Hm.” He moves his hand to the back of your head and tugs you away. “I’m not sure I should let you.”

“…why?” You straighten up. “I’m okay now. I want to do this. And you never got to finish—”

“Peach—”

“—which I know isn’t the point,” you amend quickly, remembering what he said before. “I know. But I want to make you finish. I want to make you feel good. Especially after what you did for me.”

He frowns now. Sighs. Takes off his glasses and sets down his book. “I’m your dominant and your partner. It is my job to take care of you. I don’t do it because I want something in return and my kindness is not transactional. I care about you. I want you to be okay. Always.”

I care about you isn’t exactly an I love you but it still makes you smile. Really, really big.

“I know,” you whisper. You squeeze his thigh. “But I feel…edged.”

He smirks. “Do you?”

“Mhm.” You dip back down and drag your tongue up from his balls. You notice his jaw tick. “And if you really want to take care of me and make sure I’m okay…you’ll cum in my mouth.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He considers this, fingers tapping over the hard cover of his book. Then, he nods once, and slips his glasses back on. “All right. I’ll let you have your way just this once. But once you’re through, you’re to get into this bed and go to sleep. Is that understood?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Go ahead.”

With that, you continue your sucking and fondling while he continues reading his novel. The bedroom is eerily silent except for the loud echo of your wet, enthusiastic lapping at the large cock sitting proudly on your tongue. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if he won’t give you your own orgasm before bed, you’re content to have him just like this.

It doesn’t take long until he’s twitching in your mouth. He doesn’t look at you or watch the way your cheeks hollow or the way his balls look in your pretty hands, but you know he’s desperate to. You can tell by the way he turns the page. The way he grips the book and tries incredibly hard not to rip it in half as he moves to the next chapter. 

You don’t slow. You keep going, even as his legs flex beneath you. As his chest takes in labored breaths. You want to get him there and he subtly nudges his leg further into your cunt to feel your arousal smear across his skin. 

You do everything you know he likes, even though the camera is off. You suck and squeeze and give him everything you know he likes. Because this performance is just for him. The way you moan, the way you swallow, the way you bob and take more of him than you think you ever have before.

You’re his good girl. His investment, his toy, his.

And moments before he finally releases himself all down your throat, he tosses the book aside, grabs a fistful of your hair, and yanks you off.

“Get on,” he grits and tugs you closer.

You don’t need to be told twice. You scoot forward and line him up just so before he takes hold of your hips and helps you sink down. Things move quickly and he doesn’t have the patience to wait any longer. 

And it’s beautiful, this moment. The way he stretches you open. And even if there’s a slight burn from the intrusion of his thick cock, you revel in the pain. Both of you groaning the moment you feel it.

And you know he won’t be able to hold off much longer.

“How did it taste, Peach, hm?” he asks as he fucks up into you. “How did it feel to have me in your mouth?”

“Good,” you pant. You claw at his curls. “So good, Sir—”

“Yeah?” He slaps his hand against your ass and you mewl. “Like to take my cock, don’t you? Like to be my dirty little slut—"

“Yes—”

“Like to feel me down your throat…have me cum all over your tongue.”

You make too many noises and he reaches up to pull your lip with his teeth. He kisses you and groans into your mouth and this is what sex should be. Rough and hard but filled with adoration.

“What a fucking whore,” he groans. He tugs at your hips. Watches the bulge in your belly with every thrust. “Begging to suck my cock, wanting to make Daddy feel good…guess I don’t give your mouth enough things to do, hm?”

You shake your head and wilt in his hold. He rarely refers to himself with that nickname and hearing it now almost tips you over.

“So fucking wet,” he exhales and you look down to watch with him. “S’fucking pathetic, isn’t it? Didn’t even have to touch you to have you dripping.”

He’s right. He always is.

He pinches your clit. Takes your nipple in his mouth and lets his large hands scratch down your back—your shoulders blades, your spine, your ass. And you have never felt safer than here in this moment with him.

“Cum,” he says, and he nips at your skin until it’s littered in marks and memories.

“Cum,” he whispers, and he pulls on your hair and wraps it around his fist to bare your throat to his teeth.

“Cum,” he pleads, and he kisses you—hard—until the room is spinning and you finally let go.

You unravel together. A collection of moans and cries and tangled limbs as you make a mess of each other. And you don’t care—about any of it. About what was said earlier, about what wasn’t said, about the way he looked when you said it.

You cling to his strong shoulders and you kiss him hard and you indulge in the feel of him dripping from your cunt.

But he’s not through. He pulls you off his cock and flips you onto your knees until your ass in the air.

You feel his tongue. Dragging up your cunt, tasting the remains of his cum, your cum, everything. He spanks you—hard. Paints his mark across your skin and leaves it there just so he can admire it.

“Say it,” he hisses and you suck in a sharp breath.

“Wha…what?”

“Say it,” he says. He spanks you again and nips at your pussy. “Say you love me.”

You clutch the duvet and your thighs are shaking. Your mind feels fuzzy. “I…”

Another slap to your ass and you’re overstimulated and wildly sensitive. He fucks his tongue into your dripping hole and grunts at the way you keen and you’ve never felt this kind of beautiful confusion.

“Say it.” He holds your thighs open and nearly suffocates himself as he mouths at you. “Fucking tell me you love me. Tell me again.”

You shake your head. You don’t understand. “Harry…”

Wrong. He slips his fingers inside and fucks his cum back into you. Fast. Lewd. Loud. “Come on, Peach. I know you want to. Know you do….so say it.”

And maybe this is a trick. Maybe this is some cruel, sadistic game just to make you lose but you can’t think straight when he’s this close. When he’s bending your body to his salacious intentions and treating you like a toy.

“I love you,” you whisper. You screw your eyes shut. “I do, I love you, Sir.”

He curses. Groans. “Again.”

“I love you.” You fall onto the bed stomach first but he doesn’t stop. He flips you around and he looks at you as he eats you. “I love you, Mr. Styles.”

His lashes flutter. You reach for his hair and tug it with your fist and he moans into your cunt before drinking you down. Spitting on your pussy just to smear it around and thrust it back into you.

You arch. “Shit, I love you—I—”

You cum again and he enjoys every second of it. He pulls you as close to his face as he can get you and lives inside the sound of your strained whimpers.

And when you finish, he leaves your clit with a satisfied pop and licks his lips. You watch him crawl up your body until he’s settled atop your chest and you smile lazily as he reaches up to run his hand down your cheek.

“My sweet Peach,” he whispers and kisses you hard. You taste everything. You taste him. You taste the desperation woven alongside his tongue. He kisses you until you can’t breathe and he only stops so he can stare at you a little longer.

You brush your fingers through the damp curls along the back of his neck. “That was fun.”

He’s quiet. Studying you closely and you feel as though you’re being graded on a test you didn’t know you were taking. 

Then, he murmurs, “I don’t say it.”

Your heart skips. You don’t have to ask what he means. “I…I know. It’s okay. I don’t expect you—”

“I don’t say it because I’m afraid I can’t live up to it,” he continues. He ignores you. “Because the last time I did, I couldn’t deliver on what it meant. My love didn’t look the same as hers did. I said it. And she still left.”

Your other hand finds his shirt. You trail your touch over the exposed skin of his chest and you feel the way his heart races. “I know.”

His brows furrow. “I want to say it,” he says softly. “I want to. For you. Because I do. And I don’t want this to feel unfair—”

“It doesn’t,” you assure him. “I promise. I…I figured you wouldn’t say it back and I was okay with that. Because it doesn’t change the fact that I do.”

Another beat. “I’m worried you didn’t mean it.”

“What?”

He sighs and sweeps his thumb along your jaw. “You’d been anxious, and you were scared. You said none of your other partners had ever been kind to you in moments like that, and…sex is intimate. It can change the chemistry in your brain and maybe…maybe you didn’t mean it—”

“I did.” You grab his face and you make him listen. “Harry, I meant it. I still mean it. And I’ll mean it tomorrow, too. And the next day. And the next.”

His expression softens.

“And I meant it long before today. I wanted to tell you tons of times and I didn’t because…I don’t know. I didn’t want to scare you,” you admit and you both smile. “It is a big word. But it’s just a word. It means nothing without action. And even if you can’t say it, you show it every day. And that’s all I could really want.”

He dips down and nuzzles his nose against yours. “I don’t deserve you, Peach.”

“No,” you tease. “No, you don’t.”

You kiss again and his body feels good against yours. His heart feels good against yours.

Then, he exhales, "I love you."

And you don't say anything. But you smile. Because you know everything he's giving up just to offer you what you want to hear.

Minutes go by before you finally change the subject and say, "You know, I kind of wish we'd been recording all that. That would have been some great content."

He laughs, relieved, and the sound is so incredibly beautiful. 

“Next time,” he says and you grin as he holds you closer. “Tonight…your love belongs to me.”

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The CEO - H.S.

Summary: The one where you, 25, confessed your feelings for Harry, your 38 year-old boss, but then he showed up at your doorstep.

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: feel free to leave feedback at the end cuz I’m not really sure about this one to be fair 🫣 x

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You were caught off guard when you opened your front door and found Harry standing on the other side. His eyebrows were frown, and his curls messy as if he had ran his fingers through them uncountable times in the last minute. He was still dressed in his office attire, his suit jacket perched in his arm and the last two buttons of his white shirt undone.

God knows you weren’t expecting to see him any more that night. If fact, you weren’t expecting to see him ever again after your last encounter.

It happened unexpectedly, and you were sure that was karma. Your karma for falling for a man you shouldn’t have.

Harry Styles was the CEO of the enterprise you worked at, and despite having your own degree and a freshly acquired master’s, you happened to be stupid enough to sleep with him not once, but multiple times.

From the very first day you’d made such mistake you two were just supposed to stay friends with benefits. Well, not friends. He was your boss, after all. But just strictly share a sexual relationship, with no strings attached.

Everything turned around when, once again, you were dumb enough to catch feelings for him and actually confess them out loud. You should have known this was not one of those romcoms or cheesy novels you liked to read, because it definitely didn’t have the outcome you expected. He didn’t return the feelings, and if anything he felt awkward and uncomfortable once you worded them out. The air in his bedroom room became so thick so soon after your confession you quickly got up, put on your clothes and left, embarrassed to the core, but kind of relieved to have been courageous enough to express your feelings to him. You saw the chance and took it, and for that you were proud.

When you arrived at your flat that night you texted him, apologising for somehow overstepping his boundaries. He made it seem like everything was fine after that, but when Monday arrived and you ran into him on the corridor, he didn’t even make eye contact with you. He’d usually greet you with a swift move of his head followed by a discreet smirk, but not anymore. If he wasn’t busy on his phone whenever you passed by, he’d pretend he was, and his efforts to ignore you for the following two weeks pissed you off more than his lack of decency. He was 38, for God’s sake! Wasn’t he supposed to be the mature one?

It was safe to say you weren’t expecting him to show up at your front door that night, although you didn’t allow your surprise to let your guard down. Harry had been giving you the cold shoulder for days and now you were going to return the gesture, not because you were immature, but because you had a pride and the right to show indifference, too.

“Why are you here?,” you spoke in an stern tone, body rigid next to the door. You were dressed in your pj’s, and if he had knocked a few minutes later than that you wouldn’t have opened up because it would have been past your bed time, even if it was a Friday night and barely 11 p.m.

Maybe you just shouldn’t have. Maybe allowing him on your front door was another mistake.

You saw his muscles relax as soon as he heard your voice, but his deep frown and strong stare stayed untouched. Harry’s eyes scanned every inch of your countenance, his lips slightly parting when you felt his gaze reaching your soft ones.

“Because you are mine,” he mumbled, too hypnotised by your mouth to look anywhere else.

“What?,” you retorted, confused.

“I said you are mine.” His eyes moved up to yours, and his green pupils brightened just before darkening. He didn’t smell of alcohol, he didn’t even look high, just drunk on something, an emotion even, you just weren’t capable of explaining which one.

You gulped. “No.”

Your gaze stayed on his, challenging.

Then something in you clicked and you finally understood what had brought him there. Such reason only pissed you off more than his unannounced presence, so much you had to verbalise it. “Fuck off, Harry.”

You and him unexpectedly ran into each other at the restaurant you were both having the dinner at that night. His was a business supper, while yours was a date. You hadn’t meant to, but now it looked like it struck a nerve on him. Seeing you with someone else, giggling and flirting with another man had caused something in him to shift, and apparently pushed him straight to your flat that night. Two weeks of texting, calling and even trying to reach him in his office did nothing. But, oh, did it do him seeing you moving on with someone new.

Harry simply shook his head at your previous words, although the gesture was cautious enough for you to peek a small smile between his lips.

“You know I wanted to be yours, but you made me change my mind,” you mumbled, frustration palpable in your voice.

“I needed time to wrap my head around it.”

You let out a dry laugh, “Yeah? And ignoring me at work has given you that?” It wasn’t the fact that he didn’t return your feelings back then, he was allowed not to, but he needn’t to be a prick about it afterwards. His lack of tact after your unasked love confession made you feel like you’d been nothing but a toy to him. A disposable someone.

“I told you at the very beginning I don’t do relationships.”

“And I accepted that, the same way I accepted you don’t like me back. So now if you excuse me, I’d like to go to bed. Good night,” you went on to close the door and leave him in the dark on the other side, but he was quick to slide his foot between the wooden piece of furniture and the doorframe. You followed his now trapped shoe with your eyes all the way up until they reached his face, where your eyes locked.

“I’m not here to fuck it up again,” Harry spoke in a low voice, almost pleading when he added: “Let me in.”

No. You wouldn’t do that. You’d grant him more of your time, but not a chance of him getting closer to you. Not anymore. Last time he did, it didn’t end good for you, and you’d learnt your lesson. You were a quick learner, after all, or so he liked to praise you for.

“I’ve got two minutes. Whatever you’ve got to say, better be quick,” and you leaned your body in slightly forward to show him there was no trespassing that night.

He responded with a firm nod of his head, taking a deep breath afterwards while he passed a hand through his curls and messed them up a bit more.

“Listen. It’s not that I don’t like you back. I don’t want to like you back, which is a completely different thing. Already divorced once, Y/N, relationships aren’t exactly my thing.”

“I asked for us to date, not for your hand in marriage.”

Harry chuckled slightly at your answer, but your tone hadn’t been sarcastic or meant to be funny, more like irritated. It pissed you off the way he was so quick to push you away after that confession of yours.

"I know, baby. I know." The way the pet name rolled out of his tongue had your stomach flipping over, and for that you wanted to punch the air. How was it possible for you to want nothing to do with him anymore, but get your heart racing as soon as he called you baby? "But I'm not planning on getting to know you better just for us to break after a couple of months. If I'm gonna do this, I need to be sure it'll be for as long as possible."

No more divorces, no more nasty breakups. He was so fed up with feeling so emotionally dragged and used, and would only risk it if he knew you weren’t planning on leaving him any time soon.

"I freaked out and became adamant about what we could be. And for that... you can't blame me," he continued, cautiously mumbling the last sentence. You knew what he was referring to, you just wished he would have come to you to talk sooner. You had no intention of breaking his heart. "I'm a fucking mess, but I'm also a narcissist, arrogant, son of a bitch and when I saw you at the restaurant with that guy... Fuck, did I make up my mind fast," he growled, the muscles on his jaw tightening afterwards.

"Was kinda hoping for that... Kinda wanted you to hurt a bit seeing me with him. Wanted you to care at least enough for that," you spoke in a low voice, feeling a bit embarrassed now that you were admitting it to him.

"It worked," the side of his mouth lifted in a bittersweet smile, "For once I wanna make it right, Y/N. I..." he let out a puff of air, "I want to see where this takes us."

You quietly nodded. The anger, frustration and confusion you had felt earlier was no longer there. His words and confessions had softened your heart, and now you couldn’t help but feel the warmth and safety and tenderness you always felt inside you whenever he was around. And you wanted those emotions to stay there forever, so you stretched your arm and curled your fingers inside one of his empty pant clips, closing the step that kept you apart and pulling him to you, chest to chest. When you had him where you wanted, you wasted no time and lifted your chin up until your lips locked. Your mouths glued to each other's like magnets pulled by a higher force you were both very aware of since the very first time you slept together.

Something felt different back then.

Everything felt different back then, and you finally understood why with that kiss.

The longing feeling of his lips on yours was not enough, however. You needed more. Needed more warmth, more safety. You needed to know he was fully yours. So you parted your lips as your wandering hands made their way up to his curls, caressing his hips, arms and shoulders until they buried themselves inside his dark chocolate hair. Harry was quickly to follow your command, his tongue entering your mouth and playing with your own with so much fervour you could have melt right there and then. His arms wrapped around your lower back, grip tight to make you understand he was not letting go.

Your tongues fought; your tongues spoke and exchanged all the unspoken confessions and feelings that consumed you inside. All the time apart finally coming to an end with that declaration of intent.

"Fuck, baby-," he groaned after your lips unattached, his voice raspy and doing unholy things to you already, "Eager, aren’t you?"

You smiled, hypnotised by his green eyes, his shy dimples and slick smirk. Drunk on him after only that one taste. "You’re to blame, sir."

"Good," he replied, shaking his head a bit. The hand that wasn't holding his suit jacket behind your back moved up to your jaw and he passed his thumb over your slightly swollen lower lip, his eyes following its every move. "Good, this is the kind of stuff I wanna be guilty of."

With his hands still on place and his eyes on your face, Harry walked inside your flat, taking you with him as you blindly walked backwards. He closed the door with his foot, and soon enough the back of your knees reached your dinning room table. You gasped the moment you staggered back a bit, but his hold on you only became tighter, steadying you against his chest as a reflex reaction.

"I've got you."

"Thanks," you mumbled against his shirt.

He smiled with dimples and all, before helping you sit on the table. Your legs were parted –well, he parted them, only so that he could stand between them and have better access to you. Harry's hands came to lay on your knees, caressing your thighs with soft, innocent strokes, and he kissed your nose seconds before he rested his forehead against yours and sighed.

Happily sighed. Like a kid after stuffing themself with their favourite candy, like anyone would do after a good day. Because today was a good day. Everything turned out okay, and for that he was content.

"I can't wait for Monday to grab lunch with you at midday, and for you to come pay me a visit to my office whenever Mike's giving you a headache with all the legal stuff. To actually stop in the hallway and properly greet you every time we run into each other, and to walk in and out of the building with you in hand under everyone's curios stare," he confessed.

That all sounded so dreamy, and his words so convincing for a moment you really pictured yourself spending your breaks with him, and actually walking around the building confidently knowing the man behind the big desk was the one you were driving home with. But the bubble pooped up the moment you remembered you were no longer a Styles Enterprise employee. No longer part of the legal department, and no longer a part of the big team that kept the business going. You got yourself a way out.

"I signed my resignation this afternoon, Harry," you spoke softly, watching attentively as the words sucked in and reacted to them. His face went from relaxed and hopeful to confused. He pulled away from you, his face scanning yours in search for an indication that told him you were joking.

"Why?"

"I thought we..., what happened, was a sign to move onto something else. A new workplace, a different workplace." One where he wasn’t around.

"No," he shook his head, gaze fully on you to make the imperative final, "You’re not leaving the company. I want you next to me at all times, and if I can’t always get that at least I want you around as much as posible.”

"Is that my boss or my boyfriend speaking?," you rose your eyebrows.

"Your boyfriend," he replied, savouring the taste that word left in his mouth when spoken out loud, "But if it isn’t convincing enough, take it as an order from your superior."

You rolled your eyes at that, fighting a smile.

Harry was quick to pinch your waist, "No eye-rolling outside the bedroom, Mss."

"Sorry," you giggled, and he smirked.

"That's better."

He leaned in to kiss your lips one more time. Although your mouth was no longer enough, so he moved to your neck, where he started leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses right under your jaw that gave you goosebumps. By now you were sure he knew the multiple effects he had on you, which you were convinced he always used for his advantage.

You buried one of your hands in his curls to make sure he kept his mouth glued to your skin and he smiled against it, loving how needy you became for him. Your free hand grabbed the table, keeping you as steady as possible as Harry's hands moved past your thighs and into the inside of your pj's. As soon as his fingers grasped the hem of your panties, you held your breath.

Two weeks. It had only been two weeks since he last touched you, but it now felt like an eternity. And luckily for you the agonising break was coming to an end. It had been an eternity because just a few minutes ago you would have swore you would never get to have him again, so touchy, and ready to give it all to you and more. So desperate to run his lips all over your body and use his hands to get to those spots that were beyond his reach.

But while your body was having the time of its life, your mind was actually having a hard time switching off. It was like a gear that never ran out of oil. And as per usual, you couldn’t stop thinking about work. More specifically about what you two being together would mean inside the office, the impression it’d make.

You had to speak up your mind if you really wanted to come undone that night, otherwise your thoughts would block your pleasure and, truly, that was the las thing you wanted.

"Harry...," his name coming off like a whisper, "What about... I don't want this to be a problem, though. I don't want people to use it as-"

"It won't," he interrupted you and lifted his face from your neck to press a soft kiss against your mouth, his hands now paralyzed in place. He already knew where your words were heading to, where you mind was diving into. You wanted no special treatment from anyone for being the CEO’s girl. "Because from now on I'm not interfering in your work. I'll have no saying in it. Mike will be your new and ultimate boss, alright?" You nodded, finding comfort in his words. They put your mind at ease.

Michael, aka his right hand and your Head of Department, had in that instant become the man you'd go to when things were not looking good in paper. It was no longer Harry. You didn't like that as much, not being able to go for his advice specially when work was looking messy, but it was the fair move to make. The last thing you wanted was for your colleagues to believe you were there for the money and status inside the enterprise. That you made it that far in the department because of your nice pair of tits and your ability to suck it off.

Many would still think so, nonetheless, but hopefully not all.

"We're leaving work out of this equation. I won't have it be an issue in our relationship." Harry continued, this time sweetly caressing your hips under the top of your pj's –a large old t-shirt, while he looked at you, reassuring you with his eyes what his mouth was stating. His touch was far for sensual, and you loved how quickly he could go from horny to caring, and viceversa. "So do we have ourselves a deal? You'll stay?," he asked, catching your attention by tilting his head in your direction and breaking into your line of vision, now a bit desperate to get the confirmation he was looking for. He wished nothing but to still have you on board with him and the rest of his team. In your short time working at Styles Enterprise you had become a very valuable asset. "I'll go to the office first thing tomorrow morning just to burn that piece of paper you signed."

You smiled faintly at him, before stretching your hand out and keeping it between your bodies. He didn't hesitate and shook it. "Deal," you agreed.

"Good," he nodded, a smile making its way to his face, "And don't think that just because I was fucking you on top of my desk during your breaks I didn't notice how hard you've been working this past two years, baby."

"Yeah?," you tried to not sound surprised, unaware that all this time he had kept such a close eye to your work, as well.

"Mm-hm. That's how I first noticed you," he slowly resumed the work with his hands, one lowering to get inside your parties and caress the skin just under your stomach, while the other moved up to cup one of your breasts in it, massaging the tender and sensitive skin as he pinched your nipple with his index finger and thumb, causing your breath to momentarily get stuck in you throat, "Always working late on the other end of the floor. It made me curious as to know whose sleep schedule I was ruining with overwork."

"Oh, don't flatter yourself like that, Styles,” you wanted to sound confident, a special hard task when Harry had lowered the hand inside your panties and was about to reach dangerous territory, “You didn't ruin my sleep, Law school did."

He chuckled both at your answer and hopeless status, "Can't I at least take a bit of credit for that? Or you stayed fucking till 3 a.m. at college, too?

"Specially at college,” you emphasised, humor in your voice.

"Fucking hell," he cursed to himself, throwing his head backwards, "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"Yup," you grinned. Regardless, exes belonged in the past, and you two were in the present, right where you needed to be. There was no need to open the Pandora's box, so you redirected the conversation. "Wait, but what was that first thing you said earlier at my doorstep? That I'm... whose?"

He smirked, "Mine. You're mine. Understood?"

"Positive. Does that make you mine, as well?"

He crushed his mouth to yours,

"It's the only way this deal works, baby."

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