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Watch Me*

Summary: An extra for Teach Me*

It wouldn't be a party with Harry if there wasn't some light fighting and exhibitionism...right?

Word Count: 3.2k

*Contains Mature and Explicit Content. Take care of yourself first, only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

“Shit…easy—easy, Bee. For fuck’s sake. Are you trying to fucking kill me?”

Your eyes roll in response to Harry’s whines as you continue pressing the cotton ball into his skin. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to be gentle.”

“Oh, mhm. I can see that,” he snorts, leaning back against the wall. “I think you just like seeing me in pain. Sadist.”

The corner of your mouth quirks up. “Maybe.”

Your strokes are gentle but quick. The fluffy, white fibers of the gauze work to absorb the crimson stains smeared across his knuckles as the alcohol seeps through the broken skin.

He hisses again from the vexatious sting before settling once more. The small bathroom falls quiet, save for the sounds of the party happening throughout the rest of the house, but you feel his eyes glue to your face.

“Bee?”

Your brow raises but you keep your attention on his hand. “Hm?”

“Are you mad?”

Great fucking question.

You take a moment to find your response. Waiting until the wound is officially cleaned before tossing the cotton ball away and turning to him.

“No,” you say truthfully. “I know why you did it. And I know you could have really hurt him if you’d wanted to.”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip in thought, wincing some when he feels that injury as well. “Yeah, well—” He reaches up to press his thumb into the cut, “—I was feeling generous.”

You chuckle under your breath as you retrieve another tissue. Then, after dampening it with a bit of water, you push up onto your tiptoes and press the paper to the nick on his mouth.

“Still,” you murmur, gently padding the bruise, “I can’t be mad at you for wanting to defend me. Even if it was kind of dumb.”

His attention never leaves you. “I’ll always defend you.”

You smile.

“Especially from him,” he adds, glancing toward the door with furrowed brows, almost as if Eric is waiting right on the other side. “God, I fucking—he’s an ass, Bee.”

“Yes, I know,” you tease, stepping back to dispose of the tissue before grabbing the wrapping for his hand. “That is kind of his whole thing. Although you didn’t exactly help.”

Harry turns back to you, blinking innocently as if absolutely dumbstruck by the notion. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“No?” You begin bandaging his bloodied knuckles with the utmost care, despite the sarcastic tiff you two are in. “So…you sticking your hand up my shirt and sucking on my neck so he’d see was just…a happy coincidence?”

“I mean, I was pretty happy,” he argues.

You smirk, arms crossing when you’re through covering his hand. “Trust me. I know.”

“Look, I was just…enjoying the party,” he replies, shoulder lifting in a nonchalant shrug. “S’not my fault he just so happened to start watching.”

Your smile grows. “You wanted him to watch.”

He allows for a moment to look at you. “So did you.”

His tone has dropped to a devious murmur as he pushes off the wall and closes the small space between you.

Your lashes flutter. “Says who?”

“Says you.”

“Yeah? And when did I say that?”

He comes to a stop about a foot away, his chest thisclose to brushing against yours. The potential contact makes your head spin.

“When you were grinding against my cock,” Harry whispers, the proximity allowing for each word to dance across your cheek. “When you were whimpering my name. When you were guiding my hand under your little sweater the moment he looked over.”

He dips down, hoping to intimidate you, and you don’t want it to work…but it does.

“Isn’t that true, Bee?” he continues. “Wanted him to watch me touch you. Wanted him to watch me do what he never could. Wanted me to fuck you right there in the middle of that room and let him see how good you are for me.”

Your breath catches on the need bubbling up the back of your throat as you let him trap you against the sink.

“Asked you a question,” he pushes, his head cocking as his battered hand begins to reach for you. His fingers slip across the material of your sweater, and it seems innocent enough. For now. “Even though I already know the answer.”

“Yeah?” Your response is airer than you’d like. “And what’s my answer?”

The tip of his nose momentarily ghosts across yours as he hums. “Your answer…” he replies before you feel his bandaged palm smooth across your stomach, “…is yes. Yes, you wanted him to watch me ruin you. Yes, you wanted him to see the way you come for me. Yes…you want him to know how fucking well you behave.”

And maybe you shouldn’t be, but you’re so goddamn turned on right now. You hadn’t expected to see such a violent side of him tonight, but watching Harry beat the ever-loving shit out of your ex changed something for you.

Perhaps with a little therapy, you’ll discover why, but tonight…tonight you want to chase this feeling as far as it’ll take you.

Your hand finds his hair, nails scraping at his scalp as you tug him the last few inches. “Har—”

“What?” He keeps his lips from you. Either because of the fact that they’re busted or because he’s trying to taunt you. But no matter the reason…it makes you whine. “What is it, hm? What do you want?”

Your other hand finds his shirt as your fingers desperately tug on the once clean, white material now painted with splatters of blood. His and Eric’s.

“You,” you breathe, as if it were obvious. “Please, Har—”

“No.” He straightens up, taking hold of your wrists to tug them away from his body. “No, I wanna hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

He smiles. “That you liked it.”

With an overdramatic huff, you lean back against the porcelain sink. “And what is it that I’m agreeing to liking? Him watching us or you knocking his teeth down his throat?”

He hums. “Both.”

Torn, you bite the inside of your lip in thought. “…fine. Fine. I liked it. Happy?”

His head shakes once before he’s leaning back in. “I want you to tell me…how much you like it…when I play with what’s mine. When anybody could see.”

The recall to the conversation that night in the restaurant is like a tug on your heartstrings and instantly, your walls crumble.

You grab onto his face and smash your lips into his. And it’s a bit messy, and rushed, and not at all gentle from the way he hisses against your mouth from the assault to his cut.

But the moment you attempt to pull back in an effort to ease his discomfort, he puts a hand on the back of your head to keep you close.

He likes the pain.

You smile into the kiss but aren’t afforded the chance to revel in this gleeful discovery before he’s groaning under a strained breath and turning you around.

It’s almost violent the way his hands meld to your hips as he rotates you. Forcing your stomach to meet the sink as your eyes meet the mirror.

Your reflection is much too telling. You see your surprised expression, your wide eyes, and your swollen lips.

You see the soft stain of his blood smeared across your mouth. See the angry marks littering your neck from his previous display of dominance in the living room. See the way your chest rises and falls from the ragged breaths you’re trying to take.

And then…you see him.

Standing behind you, his body pressed firmly to yours. You see the way his arms snake around your middle, the white dressing around his knuckles catching your attention as you follow it down your body.

He’s moving for the button on your jeans, tugging almost angrily until he can yank the material down to your knees.

You’d forgone any underwear when getting dressed earlier. Something that wouldn’t be a standard choice for you when wearing a rough material like denim. But tonight, this choice was intentional.

You hear (and see) Harry growl the moment his eyes find the object sitting snugly between your ass.

And although he’d actually watched you put it in, he stares at it as though this the first time he’s ever been witness to something so beautiful.

You feel the rough fibers of the gauze ghost across your skin as he gently runs his finger over the tip of the plug. He murmurs something under his breath you don’t catch (but sounds a lot like, “Pretty.”) before he looks over your shoulder.

You find each other. And in this one, unspoken moment…you feel everything.

The wounded hand sneaks back over your hip as he reaches for your cunt. And you watch with a racing pulse as the reflection shows you exactly what you’ve been needing.

He keeps you cemented to his chest as he slips two nimble fingers down your stomach. He finds your clit but bypasses it without a second thought, making you squirm a bit in his determined hold.

He travels down your cunt until he can find the mess you’ve been making for him all evening. Until he can feel just what having this plug inside you has been doing to help you along. Until he can take a taste for himself.

Scarlet spots of blood are already seeping through the white bandage as he eases a finger inside. It has to be one of the most erotic things you’ve ever been privileged to see, and you clench pitifully as your head drops back against his shoulder.

He grins with this and adds a second finger in beside the first. He’s decided that tonight isn’t the night to be gentle. To go easy and give you time. Tonight, he wants to take what’s his.

His other hand works on his own pants and the sound of his zipper coming undone makes a shiver run down your spine.

You watch his light wash and incredibly torn jeans travel down his thick thighs before he’s reaching into his briefs.

You can’t see his cock, but you can feel it hit your ass cheek as he brings it out and pumps it a few times.

You’ve been needing him all night. All damn day, in fact. And this teasing lull he’s enforced only reminds you of this ache in your stomach as you whimper. As you silently plead with him to pick up the pace and feed your insatiable habit.

You have a feeling the tiny jewel between your ass is doing wonders to help him along because while you know he’d normally prolong such an event…tonight, he’s quick to kick your feet apart.

He runs the tip through a time or two before finding your eyes in the mirror.

“Ready?” he murmurs, soft breaths trickling across your shoulder.

You nod, fingers curling around the edge of the porcelain to brace yourself. “Always. Go.”

He smirks at your eager insistence before he’s pushing in. And it’s rather easy considering how little foreplay was involved. But you suppose there didn’t really need to be. Not today. Not after all the teasing and grinding you’ve been put through the past couple of hours.

Still, his size is something to be admired, and you hum rather contently at the delicate sting of such a stretch.

His damaged hand moves up to your clit, rubbing in slow, lazy circles.

You’re enraptured by each sensation. Each wonderful, purposeful sensation. His languid thrusts as he works himself in. His ministrations to your cunt as he plays with you like a toy. The stimulation from the butt plug as it’s brushed with each drive of Harry’s hips.

And him. You could watch him forever. The way his beautiful brows furrow in concentration. The way his sharp jaw clenches tight from the feeling off your body squeezing around him like a vice. The way those hauntingly stunning eyes roll back in his head.

“Bee,” he grunts, dipping down to press his mouth to the side of your neck. “Fucking shit, honey…wish you could see how good you look taking my cock right now.”

Honestly, you wish you could, too.

You reach back and card your fingers through his curls, tugging him closer. “Har…please—”

“I know.” He nips just below your ear. “I know. Gonna have to be quick, okay? ’Cause I gotta take you home.”

Your lashes flutter as you study him. “What? Why?”

He looks up. Finds you in the mirror. Smirks. “D’you really think I’m gonna fuck your ass for the first time in this shitty fucking bathroom at this shitty fucking party?”

Oh.

Your cheeks warm as you mewl your excitement and attempt to wiggle back into him. “Shit, then hurry. Please…please, Daddy.”

You know it’s cruel to break out the moniker so early, but you need him. Need everything he can give you.

And it has the intended result if the way his entire expression darkens is any indication.

His grip becomes tighter. His thrusts get deeper. His motivation grows stronger.

He bottoms out, sheathing himself completely as you gasp and surge forward. It’s everything you’ve been needing. Full to the outmost extent. To feel him everywhere.

He releases your hip to return a hand to your clit while that bandaged hand of his moves to your throat.

His rough fingertips press into the sides of your throat until your eyes grow heavy. Until your muscles have liquified and your body is slumping into his.

And he waits. Waits a second or two more until your pulse begins to slow before loosening his grip and letting you gasp for air.

And now that you can breathe again, it’s easier to focus on the sounds. The sound of his cock burying inside your aching cunt as it echoes around the light blue walls of the small bathroom. The sound of his heavy grunts and virile demands. The sound of your own whines as you whisper his name.

He slows his familiar rhythm. Lets himself drag through you until it nearly hurts. Until you’re left with this need to feel everything harder and faster and just…more.

His name drips from your tongue like rain from a cloud. Over and over until it’s all you can say. All you understand. Just his name. Just him.

He’s so beautiful. So absolutely glorious right now as he nearly takes a bite out of your shoulder, dark hair falling across his forehead from the harsh snapping of his hips.

And his hand. That bloodied hand of his that rammed itself into Eric’s face so many times, you honestly lost count.

He’s worn bandages before. Mostly after a round or two with the punching bag at the gym. And you’ve told him a plethora of times how sexy it is. You’re not even sure why. Perhaps what it represents, a reminder of the fight. Of the pain he’s endured.

Now? Now it’s stained with your ex’s blood. Proof of Harry’s love for you. Proof of what he’d do to keep you safe, make you feel comfortable.

Sure, Harry had allowed Eric to watch him tease you so openly for anybody to see. But the moment Eric’s expression had shifted—from surprised to cocky—Harry was flying out of the chair and throwing him against the wall.

It had taken you fifteen minutes to calm him down and drag him away to the bathroom. And Eric had simply laughed through the pool of blood in his mouth, cupping his broken nose as if he had won the fight. Just because he pushed Harry to his breaking point.

It was barbaric and idiotic and so goddamn stupid.

But you’d never felt so enamored.

And now, he wears this badge of honor proudly as he yanks you even further into his chest. As he uses your body for his own pleasure. As he presses his mouth to your ear and seethes, “My dirty little cumslut. Gonna come for me, aren’t you? Gonna come so I can take you home…and fuck this pretty ass.”

With that, he reaches down to slap his palm against your outer thigh, and the sharp smack of skin against skin bounces between the walls.

You’re so close. So close to getting everything you’ve ever wanted, and you don’t even care that half the house can probably hear you moaning for him. Can probably picture exactly what he’s doing to you as he ruins you from behind.

Which you don’t doubt he wants.

And maybe…you want it, too.

You can taste the beginnings of your orgasm as Harry chases after each whimper that leaves your throat. As he pinches your clit, rolls it between his fingers, presses into it until you see stars.

“Watch me,” he breathes, as if he thinks you could ever do anything else. “You fucking watch me ruin you. Watch the way you come for me. Watch the way you fucking fall apart like my perfect little whore.”

And you do. You watch him. Watch as he smooths his fingers through you. Watch as he spreads you. Watch as he feels you. Watch him touch you with a focused care that only comes from a man who gets more satisfaction from your orgasm than his own.

And it’s quite fun. Quite erotic. To see that tattooed arm flex and roll as he feels you out. As he allows you to see how red and needy your body has become for him. As he slaps his palm against your pussy just to feel you jolt and clench down on him.

And then…the door opens.

It opens, and neither one of you has to look over to know who’s caught you. You can see her reflection in the mirror.

Tina.

You watch as she goes deathly still, face paling as her mouth falls open, an assumed apology already locked and loaded.

But for some reason…she doesn’t leave. At least not immediately as she looks between you and seems to piece a few extra things together.

And Harry doesn’t stop. Because of course he doesn’t stop. You don’t imagine a fucking hurricane ripping through the house could make him stop.

He simply smirks as he leans in to press an open-mouthed kiss to your cheek before groaning lowly and lewdly.

And it’s your name he says as he scratches his nails down the front of your throat. Your name that he practically sings as he whispers, “Bet you fucking love this, hm, Bee? Should I let her watch? Let her watch you come for me?”

And you trip over a broken whimper as Tina quickly backs away, slams the door shut, and calls out a flustered, “Sorry!” through the wall.

Alone again, Harry picks up the pace. The noises being grunted into your ear now much more animalistic the closer he gets to his own release.

You watch as the poor cut down his bottom lip cracks open a bit more with each audacious kiss. Until the entire left side of your face is smeared with little droplets of his blood.

God, you love wearing him like this. More than anything and seeing it in the reflection is what pushes you over.

His bandaged hand on your throat, his tattooed arm spreading your pussy open, and his outrageously thick cock making a home inside your cunt.

The sound you make is a strange mix between a gasp and a scream, but it makes the vein in Harry’s neck twitch as he groans.

Not long after, he’s painting your insides with his come. And it’s warm, and full, and the absolute perfect end to a perfect party.

Because you know…

This is only the beginning.

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~ Lead Me*

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~ Find Me*

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