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who will bell the cat?

a proverbial phrase; a group of mice are being terrorized by a cat. the mice come up with the idea to put a bell around that cat so they know when it’s coming, but then they ask themselves “who will bell the cat?” in other words, it’s a phrase used when there’s a good plan, but no feasible way to execute it

SURPRISE BITCHES! BE FED!

(but also please be gentle with me, I haven’t written anything in so long and im ~sensitive~ ok back to actual blurb notes)

notes - this is a very silly n chaotic little blurb involving romance, giggly sex & unwanted visitors (nsfw content; 18+ please!!!)

“I’ve got an idea.”

In the past, these words had brought the two of them to the hot tub outside with foggy heads, in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the hallway with tantalizing vibration toys, or to the couch in the basement, lungs full of grass and sticky air. A spontaneous beach trip in the wee hours of the morning…a sleepless night in the back of his swanky Maserati…In any case, these words would inevitably lead to plentiful mind-blowing orgasms and—at the very least, a lot of fun. So, her reply came as easy as breathing:

“Let’s hear it, then.”

Harry hummed in response. She could feel his cheeky smile against her bare tummy as he gently sucked on her skin with hot lips. Always one step ahead, he had her down to just her panties and bra cups pushed up to her chest, exposing just enough soft flesh to satisfy his wandering hands—for now, at least.

A few seconds passed with him softly giggling to himself, the sound muffled against her skin. Until finally, with a harsh pinch to her nipple: “Let’s have sex on the roof.”

She considered his words, thoughts lulled by his soft kisses and hot skin distracting her. She imagined how invigorating the contrast against the chilly wind would feel outside. The view would be quite nice too—Harry sweaty and panting in front of the background of the sun rising over the beach…tanned skin glistening in the sunlight…And of course, there was the sliver of danger that came with the height. The thrill of fear gave way to the sexiest bit of it all: trust in each other.

“Alright.”

“Yay,” Harry mused, drunk on love and lust. He rested his chin in her belly button and peered up to admire her. She looked like a proper angel all the time, he thought, but from this angle he could perfectly drink in the sight of the curves of her breasts heaving with every breath and her sweet lips parted in bliss—it was heavenly.

“But…” Y/N considered, head slightly more clear now that Harry had moved away from where she was aching for him the most, “…how the fuck are we gonna do that?”

A moment of silence. Harry tore his eyes away from her body as other, less sexy images flashed through his head. He sat back on his heels and Y/N leaned her back against the headboard. Both of them peered out the window, cooking up a variety of plans by which to get on the roof without dying.

“One way to find out.”

Only moments later they found themselves out on the balcony, already shivering from the loss of contact and considerable lack of clothing. Again, they took a gander upward, analyzing the expansive roof that was so close yet so far.

Harry’s arms slithered around her waist. His hot hands on her body did little to help her come up with a coherent thought, much less an idea to accomplish the seemingly impossible.

But as always, Harry was one step ahead of her. He sunk to his knees in front of her—sending a jolt of fiery desire through her belly.

He peered up at her with a knowing smirk, then proceeded to press a teasing peck to the center of her underwear. An excited smile graced her cheeks as she peered down at him all sleepy-eyed and horny. Her hands found his soft curls as he continued pressing kisses between her legs, lips falling open and melting her skin.

“H…please…”

“Please what?” Another kiss, this one harder and hotter and all the more tempting on the bare skin of her thigh. It was suddenly much warmer on the balcony, but even as the rising sun stung her eyes, her skin pebbled with goosebumps as electric pleasure coursed through her.

“Touch me, please.”

“Touch you where, pretty girl?” But the little shit knew exactly where. His hands wrapped around her legs, gripping her ass and teasing her with the prickles of hair on his jaw.

“Harry…”

Just when she thought she would crumble to the floor, his strong hands were there—tight and reassuring and hot against the back of her thighs. He laughed lowly, cruelly, and turned her around with a strong tug that made her impossibly more weak in the knees. But there he was, strong and capable behind her as he motioned for her legs. She wrapped herself around his neck, taking a seat comfortably on his shoulders.

He stood slowly, exposing her to the chilly wind and the rising sun peering just in view behind the roof of their home. A prickle of fear suddenly gripped her heart as she realized how high up they were…how the wind seemed to blow with more vigor up there…But as the soft sunlight highlighted the expansive horizon and her boyfriend’s warm hands tightened around her bare thighs, the fear melted away.

Harry wiggled relentlessly in a playful attempt to throw her off of him, but his hands held her thighs in place through their excited giggles. Finally, he walked them toward the edge of the roof—just close enough for Y/N to crawl on top of the shingles.

He supported her through the awkward motion, but not without a cheeky slap on the ass, to which Y/N chided him with a gentle kick to the chest. “Oi!” he gasped, feigning pain and clutching his chest dramatically. From above, Y/N dangled her legs over the edge of the roof and laughed dutifully back at him.

“Alright,” she mused with joyful huffs of laughter still slipping out of her lips, “Now what?”

Her boyfriend pondered the question. In his haze of lust and love, he also hadn’t thought this far ahead.

Y/N took his silence as bait, teasingly curling her legs into herself and crawling deeper up the middle of the roof. “Hmm,” she drawled, eyebrows raised with mischief, “it’s a lovely morning…”

“Babe.”

“I could just…” Y/N giggled to herself as her boyfriend’s features twisted below her, “…fuck myself up here…”

“You bettah not.” He deadpanned, craning his head up to glare at her while desperately wracking his brain for a solution to this horrible predicament. His glare softened as he watched her trail her own hands down her body. Her fingers caught the lace covering her chest before slipping lower and lower until she was right where they both wanted her.

“Stop!”

Immediately: “Make me.”

No thoughts came to Harry’s mind besides fuck it when he decided to climb on the railing on the balcony. Adrenaline and unadulterated lust earned him balance and uncustomary agility, which he took full advantage of as he scrambled to pull his body up on the roof without injury.

The task was difficult but oh so worth it, he thought as he finally got both legs steady on the rough surface and he could feast his eyes on his girl. “Mission accomplished.”

A sexy grin graced her cheeks, as if he wasn’t already entranced by her “Mm..not yet…” she giggled with that same mischievous glint in her eyes.

Harry could stand no more of it. “Come ‘ere, pretty girl,”

Just like his sweet words in a demanding tone, his ringed hands slipped around her waist—skin soft but grip firm. He carefully helped her clamber onto his lap, arranging her legs over his thighs and propping his knees up against her back.

Her sensitive core throbbed against him.

“Wet for me, hm?” He asked smugly, already knowing the answer. He could feel her warmth through the thin layers of clothing between them. He could see her nipples straining against the lace of her bra, the straps carelessly fallen down her arms. He pressed a hot kiss to her collarbones, bending awkwardly to reach her the way he wanted. His hands paved a trail of electricity around her back, sparking between them as his fingers expertly unclasped the garment.

“Fuck…yeah baby.” She craved him closer…closer. She threw her head into his neck and felt him kiss her hair tenderly. The sweet romance of it all almost distracted her from the aching need pulsating in her abdomen.

Y/N tossed the bra behind her with a blissful smile (absently hoping it’d land on the balcony where she could pick it up later) and latched her mouth back onto Harry’s. He kissed her back, easily taking control and wedging his tongue between her lips. As he licked into her mouth, he couldn’t help but imagine the taste of her sweet juices on his tongue.

One long finger prodded achingly close to her slick hole, roughly pushing aside the fabric for better access. He circled her one, two, three times before bringing his hands up to her face. One cupped her jaw, and with the other he shoved his finger between her waiting lips.

“So sweet f’ me, hm…”

Y/N hummed softly around his finger in response, the taste of her own arousal and the heaviness of his hand on her cheek invading her senses.

A breeze wafted between them. The contrast between the cool wind and Harry’s warm body beneath her was even more electrifying than she’d imagined. Her blood turned to syrup in her veins, head cloudy and full of thoughts of Harry, Harry, Harry…

“I need you…I need you so bad…”

Harry smirked at the desperation in her voice. She was nearly crying for it. Who was he to deny this beautiful creature of her one wish?

He stroked her cheek with his thumb before gently her face toward his. “Get me out, baby,” he murmured against her lips, flicking his eyes to meet her watery ones. “Take what you need.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut as his words sent a tantalizing rush of excitement through her. His hands were steady, confident as he dragged them down to hold hers. They were steady as he moved her hands between their bodies. They were steady as the wind bit their bare skin, steady as he helped her pull himself out of his briefs.

“Feel how ready I am f’ you, huh?” he mused, sliding his hands back up to her waist and letting her palm him herself. It was an understatement, really. He’d been staring at her bare tits and soft tummy and angelic face against the rising sun for all this time, teasing himself with promise of her sweet warmth.

His cock stood swollen between them. He gritted his teeth as her soft hands worked their cruel magic…

“Thought you needed me, baby?” Harry teased her, gasping as she thumbed over his tip.

But she merely laughed, the sound heavy with joy and love and lust, “‘M making sure you need me too.”

He gripped her waist firmly as she gave a particularly sensual tug at his shaft. His voice was gruff and low and hot and dripping with earnest desire in her ear as he said, “Always need you baby.”

With that, they could wait no longer. He held his cock over her hand, helping her line himself up with her slick hole. He supported her by the waist as she finally—finally sat gingerly on his lap.

A pornographic squeak fell out of her lips as her hips met his, swearing to herself that the feeling of warmth and fullness was more blissful than it ever had been before. She held his shoulders tightly for support, tense with the lingering fear of falling off the very high roof. There was no need for fear though, as her boyfriend’s hands were strong and steady around her.

Meanwhile, Harry was gripping her waist for dear life. He let his eyes wander, taking turns giving his attention to her bouncing tits and she moved against him and her sweet pussy swallowing his cock. He moaned lowly as she grinded herself deeply against him, feeling the warmth of her walls tightening around him.

“Fuck Harry…” she hummed and mother of God his name had never sounded sexier. He all but gawked at her face as his name continued to tumble out of her lips. Her eyes were screwed shut, mouth agape and head tilted into the light of the rising sun.

“You’re an angel…” Harry mumbled in between her cries, “a real life fucking angel.”

The sting from the rough shingles beneath them dissolved into bliss, aching knees and shoulders melting with every fiery touch. Inhibitions long gone, Harry’s hands fell to Y/N’s thighs where he gripped the skin harshly, desperate to take control. He slowed the motion of her hips and let her dangle on top of him like a work of art for him to admire.

His lips painted dark marks on her neck and chest, littering her flesh with evidence of his adoration. Hands holding her hips firmly in place, he took a hardened nipple between his teeth and stroked her skin with his tongue. Just as he wanted, she cried his name again, “Harry, please!”

“I got you, pretty girl,” he replied immediately, finally pushing himself back into her.

His head was buried just right in her chest so he could feel her racing heart as he fucked into her from underneath. The wet sounds of their bodies colliding, the creaks and scrapes of wooden roof, the gentle morning wind, and their hearts pumping in sync—it was a delightful and filthy symphony.

Y/N’s voice interrupted the sinful melody. Not a moan this time, but her clear and angelic voice, “Wait. Harry, stop.”

He halted his motion and immediately removed his hands from her hips as if her sweaty skin had burned him. It wasn’t a safe word necessarily, but her urgency sent a flicker of concern through him. He looked at her with a tight frown, but her attention was elsewhere. He then gingerly moved his hands back to her hips in an effort to move to pull himself out from under her, but Y/N threw her hands on his (BEEFY - tan) chest and snapped at him, “Shh!”

What could possibly be more important than what’s happening right now? Harry desperately wanted to ask her as he felt her involuntarily clench around him. He bit back a groan, unable to tear his eyes away from her bare tits in his face and her hips flush on his lap. But Y/N was looking somewhere behind him, furrowing her brow and craning her ears to focus on that sound…

Ding dong!

“Harry! Y/N!”

Their eyes found each others’ immediately, both wide with panic.

Two pairs of eyes peered down from the roof and fuck—there was the unmistakeable blonde head below them, pounding desperately on their front door.

“I know you guys are up,” Niall fussed at the door, “Your lights are on!”

Meanwhile, Y/N felt herself tense on Harry’s lap, still fully seated on his cock. He twitched inside her, sending a jolt of hot pleasure through her core and with it, the instinct to grind herself deeper…to feel his mouth on hers…to catch his rough hairs against her sensitive clit…

“GUYS! Oh—!”

A clicking sound, then Niall’s muffled voice, “You left your door unlocked, stupid fucker!”

Fuck.

“Fuck” Harry voiced her thoughts, “we’ve gotta get down.”

“How?!”

Fuck! Getting up there was a lust-crazed, imminent struggle. But getting down? They really hadn’t thought this one through.

“H, I have an idea.”

“What’s it?”

“Slide down the roof.”

He peered behind her at the long way down off the roof. He turned back and gave her an incredulous look—the same look he liked to give her when she would coo and pout at him asking do you still love me?, as if every cell in his body didn’t adore her. As if his whole world didn’t completely revolve around her. It was simply a ridiculous idea.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that without dying?”

“Land on the balco—”

“—Gonna get shingles all up in my ass!”

Y/N almost laughed. Almost. “Well, it was your idea to have sex on the roof.”

 “Well it takes two to fucking tango,” Her boyfriend sassed, finally making a move to pull her off his lap and into his arms. Warmth instantly left both of them as he slipped himself out of her, cock still pink and painfully swollen.

Harry groaned at the feeling, “Let’s just wait until he leaves…” Fuck it. He thought, what’s the worst that could happen? Niall’s seen his dick before…And his girl still looked all fucked out and desperate to crawl back onto his lap and chase her ruined release.

“I mean…”

Y/N’s body ached with want as Harry panted below her, sweaty chest rising and falling with equal parts panic and, well—exertion. His head was cocked to the side as he gazed thoughtfully at something in this distance, giving her a delightful view of his prickly jaw and flushed cheeks. But what was he looking at? She tore her eyes away from his face and followed his gaze…Ah.

She had caught her boyfriend eyeing his best mate’s car. Niall’s beautiful…spacious…abandoned car. They looked at each other, mischief dancing in their eyes.

Then, at the same time: “I’ve got an idea.”

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