#now all i want is men laying shirtless on the floor wearing a single gold chain and idk where to find that anymore

[jusholdme]

Neighbor I

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N

RATING: R (SMUT + FLUFF)

WORD COUNT: 5,305

REQUESTED: No 

I might make another part to this if you guys like it! Also, I didn’t proof read it lol so sorry if there are any mistakes. - S

Neighbor Harry has an issue with Y/N’s music, and decides that he has to confront her about it.

Sunday, 3/3/18

“ Is it too late to say sorry? Cause I’m missing more than just your body.”

Y/N shouted singing along to Justin’s voice. It was a quiet Sunday, just a day before she had to go back to work. This meant that today was the day to relax. She had planned the entire day to literally do nothing, but chill in her pajamas. It was currently 6pm, and she had been pretty successful in her quest in achieve a relaxing day. She was currently laying down in her coach listening to whatever was playing on the radio.

“Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na.

He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na”

Y/N lived in an apartment complex in downtown Manhattan. It wasn’t much, but for a single lady in the city, it was enough. She had spent days trying to perfect it and now as she laid down in her coach, she realized that her quaint little apartment was everything she wanted it to be.

“ I deserve some wine.” She spoke to herself turning on her heel to walk towards the kitchen cupboard. Picking up a glass, she poured a reasonable amount of red wine. Y/N was a person who could really handle her alcohol, which is why she wasn’t really worried about the consequences that it might bring. Closing her eyes, she swizzled the addictive liquid around her cup listening to the music.

“And I hope I never see the day. That you move on and be happy without me.”

She sang along slowly raising the volume. Y/N swore that her hearing had been  deteriorating by how loudly she played her music. However, tonight that was not a worry as she blasted her music trying to enjoy the alcohol that was slowly entering her system. She had found peace in herself as she moved her body with the beat of the song.

On the other side of the room, laid a not so peaceful individual. Harry. Harry had spent the last day partying with a friend who had just turned 24. He’d been bedridden all day with the desire to just sleep away his hangover. He however had no such luck, Harry tried to be open minded at first, but as the clock ticked towards 7pm, he couldn’t seem to stop the anger boiling inside him. All he wanted was a day of peace and quiet. At first he hated to be a burden, but enough was enough. He dragged himself outside of his neighbor’s door. They had spoken once or twice before, but nothing of length. He had thought she was pretty, but soon to his dismay found that she was actually in a relationship, or at least that’s how it seemed. Ever Friday a male with light brown hair with an extraordinary sense of style came knocking at her door. He seemed to always be carry some sort of gift whether it be a bottle of wine or just plain old take out. Harry had never spoken to him, but he’d seemed friendly enough to always smile in his direction. When reaching her door, Harry was surprised to hear the actual intensity of the music.

How could she be listening to music so loud?

Harry knocked on the wooden door twice before he heard any sort of movement inside. There was a sound of shuffling before she swung the door open. Dressed in just a white button down long sleeve shirt, she stared at Harry before handing him a $20.

She gave him a quick smile. “ You can keep the change.” She said.

“ What? No. I’m not here to deliver.” He chuckled at the seemingly confused girl. Her eyebrows creased before her eyes opened in realization.

“ Oh my, I’m so sorry!” She proclaimed raising one of her hands towards her mouth. “ You’re Harry! I’m sorry; I just called for some pizza.” She said sheepishly trying to cover her face in embarrassment. A part of her was dying. How could she had been so oblivious. Harry was like no other, his features one of a models, and the mere fact that she was speaking to him with just her pajamas, and fuzzy socks made her want to be swallowed by the earth.

Harry couldn’t help, but laugh at her mistake finding her to be quite adorable. “ It’s okay, it happens.” He said reassuring her.

She gave him a toothy smile. “ So what can I do for you?” Harry almost forgot what his intentions where for coming here.

“ Oh... yeah I just wanted to ask if yeh could lower the volume-“ Y/N quickly realized how inconsiderate she had been. She wasn’t use to living in an apartment, and for a while she had almost forgotten the thinness of the walls. “ Of course, I’m so sorry. “ she apologized feeling like she was making a spectacle of herself.

“ Yeh kno’ it’s not good to listen to music tha’ loud.” He teased.

—

Sunday, 3/10/18

“She can’t be serious?” Harry thought as he laid on his couch trying to watch a football game.

It had been exactly a week since he’d been there trying to get her to lower her music. It seemed as if she was having a party ever single Sunday. Harry was no stranger to loud music being a musician, or at least trying to start as one. However, he understood that at 9pm it was no time to be playing the latest track of his favorite artist. A part of him didn’t want to go ask her again, but he had an early morning at the bakery tomorrow. By his third knock, the door swung open. However, Y/N was not standing by the door, to Harry’s surprise it was the Friday boy.

“ Well, hello there.” The boy grinned leaning against the doorframe. “ What can I do for ya?”

Harry monumentally stunned by the confidence of this man in front of him. He was shirtless with just a pair of gold boxers. Harry could feel his face grow hot. “ I- uh I’m sorry is Y/N here? I was going to ask her if she could lower the volume of the music.”

“ Oh Y/N isn’t here, but I’ll turn it down for ya. Unlesssss.” He gave him a wink. “ Ya want to keep me company, then I’ll make sure it’s loud.”

Realization hit Harry like a truck, well, sorta. Was this guy hitting on him? Was he not Y/N’s boyfriend? Harry stood in front of the barely dressed overconfident man with an exasperated look right before there was an elevator ding.

“ Harry!” A voice called before both men averted their attention towards the girl running towards them. “ I’m sorry, I told Nick not to play the music so loud tonight.” She said. Her eyes shooting daggers at Nick before continuing, “ I knew you had to work at the bakery early tomorrow so I knew you’d be upset if there was music playing all night.”

Harry could feel his heart swell up at the fact that she had remembered his schedule. “ It’s fine, you guys can play music. Maybe a bit lower, so I can get some sleep though.”

“ Honestly, I would have played it even louder if I knew what a hottie Harry actually was.” Nick said unapologetically shrugging his shoulders.

“ Nick! Stop it you’re making him uncomfortable.” Y/N said chucking feeling her face heat up. “ I’m sorry, Harry. This is my annoying best friend, Nick.”

Harry could feel the corner of his lips rise. Best friend. A part of him knew the second he spoke to him that they weren’t dating, but a little reassurance never hurt anyone. “ Nice to meet yeh, Nick.” He extended his arm towards Nick.  

“ My pleasure, handsome.” Nick spoke shaking Harry’s hand. “ You know as much as I want ya for myself, you should know that Y/N is single. When I say single, I mean like super single. “

“ Nicolas! Stop it!” Y/N shouted feeling embarrassed. Her hand swatting Nick’s shoulder. “ I hate you.”

—

Tuesday, 3/27/18

Harry had spent the past two weeks trying to figure out when would be the perfect time to ask Y/N to go out with him. After the situation with Nick, Y/N and him grew incredibly close. I mean it all really started in laundry room. They both seemed to love doing laundry at the same time every Tuesday night. It was a weekday night which meant that it was fairly empty, sometimes even completely empty for hours at an end. At first, Y/N was a bit shocked to see Harry down there with her since she’d been doing laundry for months always at the same time, but Harry swore it was just pure coincidence. Of course, Y/N didn’t mind having another person down there with here. Night time alone in a basement with only the sound of machines spinning can be quite scary.

Y/N had never been obsessive with her looks especially to just go do laundry. However as of lately, she cant help but try to look a bit nicer than her usual toothpaste stained t-shirt and pajama shorts. She’s been going for the: girl next door look. Her hair messy, but not messed up. The outfit was simple, but it also held a cute factor. She had just started to load her clothes into the machine when she heard footsteps walking down the metal staircase.

“ Always beat me to it, don’t yeh?” Harry chuckled as he saw her already pouring detergent down the machine.

“ You’re just too slow.” Y/N spoke turning around to look at him. He was wearing a ruffled flower pattern blouse with black jeans. His boots tapped on the wooden floor as he walked towards the machine next to her.

“ Not my fault tha’ the highlight of my Tuesday nigh’ isn’ doing laundry. Unlike some people.” He teased opening the worn out machine. They definitely needed to complain to the landlord for some new machines, especially with the new raise on the monthly rent.

Y/N glared at him, but couldn’t lie that she had been waiting all day for this, for them to talk. “ I have so much things to do.”

Closing the machine’s door. “ Oh really? Tell me all bout’ your day then?”

Y/N broke into a smile. “ Okay um I woke up early to go class. Then since I spilled some coffee on my shirt, I had to rush back home to change for work. Oh oh! The craziest thing happened, I found ten dollars when I stopped by the grocery store home! I was buying some cereal for breakfast tomorrow.”

“ So the highlight of your day was stopping to get cereal, and finding ten dollars?” He laughed at her childlike excitement.

“ Yes.” She said as if that was the most obvious thing ever. “ What was your highlight?”

“ Oh um I uh I finished my third song today.” He said feeling a bit silly to be sharing this with her. It wasn’t a big accomplishment especially if he wasn’t getting any recognition for it, but a part of him was extremely excited.

Y/N gave him a toothy grin. “ What? Omg that’s so good!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“ You’re album is going to be done so soon! What are you going to name it?”

Harry felt his a smile tug on his lips. No one ever cared enough to have a conversation about it with him. “ Don’ kno’ actually.” He said feeling embarrassed. “ It’s not going to be done anytime soon.”

“ Oh come on Harry!” She laughed. “ You’re so ambitious, you’ll be done in no time.” She seemed so sure of Harry, and that’s what makes him do what he did after. His hands gripped her waist pulling her body towards his. A gasp left her lips as he connected their lips together. She felt a tingle in her stomach as one of his arm placed itself on her hair while their lips molded together in an attempt to push their bodies impossibly closer.

“ I’m sorry.” Harry mumbled pulling away. “ I didn’t mean to just-“

“ It’s okay, Harry.” Y/N smiled connecting their lips briefly again. “ Been waiting for you to do something.”

Harry smiled feeling as if a weight has been pulled off his chest. “ Just wan’ to tell yeh I think yeh are amazing.” His hand wandered towards her lower back pulling her closer to his body. “ I wan’ to ask yeh out on a date. Maybe dinner? “ His eyes gleamed with excitement as they met hers. “ Jus’ wan’ to treat yeh like the princess yeh are.”

Y/N could have sworn that her heart skipped a beat. “ Of course, Harry. I would love to go out on a date with you.” A loud bang coming from the washer ruined their moment, but it was still perfect for Harry.

—

Monday, 4/23/18

“ His birthday is in a couple of days, and I still have no idea what to get Nick!” Y/N groan feeling defeated.

“ I’m sure whatever yeh get him, he’ll love.” Harry said turning around to give his girlfriend a kiss on her forehead. “ Yeh kno’ he gets excited over everything.”

“ I know, but I want to give him something as special as what he gave me last year.” She whined turning over to face Harry. “ He got me an album with yearly momentum’s of our friendship, and a bracelet with our initials!”

Harry’s pointer finger, and thumb went under her chin making her look up at him. Her pouted lip tempting Harry as he looked down at her with a smile. “ Princess, yeh kno’ him better than anyone else. I’m sure you’ll get him something amazing.” Harry’s words make her feel more comfort than she’d dare to admit. They’ve only been dating for a few weeks, but if they’re honest, they haven’t been a part a single day, that’s the perk of dating your neighbor. “ Now come on, yeh promised me we’d watch rom coms all day.”

When Harry had said he loved rom coms, Y/N might have underestimated the actual intensity of his love for the genre. They had just finished watching their third rom com when she felt Harry pull her closer to him. Her head gently laying down on his chest.

“ Your hair is tickling me.” She giggled.

“ Is it?” He smiled moving his head so his curls would rub against her face a bit more.

“ How about now?”

“ Take your greasy hair away from me!” She playfully shouted pushing him away.

Harry’s lips formed into a playful pout as he moved his hand over his chest. “ Ouch, thought yeh liked my curls.”

“ Oh Of course, I do.” Her hand delicately reaching to push back the one strand that had fallen to the front of his face. “ Makes you so much more handsome.”

Harry smirked. “ Oh yeah? Yeh think m’ handsome?”

She shyly nodded her head. “ Yeah, you’re like a model with great hair.” Why he wasn’t one really baffled Y/N.

“ A model?” He laughed showing his pearly whites. “ Think yeh are the one who is the model here.”

Y/N shook her head. “ Don’t agree.”

“ Then I think yeh might need to get your eyes checked.” Harry’s hand reached towards her waist pulling her up for a kiss.

“ My beautiful girl.” She turned her face to the side, feeling embarrassed. “ Don’ look away from me, petal. M’ tryin’ to look at your pretty face.”

“ Stop, Harry. You’re making me blush.” Y/N squirmed trying to get away from him, but Harry’s hands just tightened around her more.

“ I can’ look at my girlfriend?” He placed his forehead against hers. “ Don’t think tha’ is reasonable.” His lips attaching themselves to hers again. Harry could feel her body become less tense as he slowly moved his hand towards her lower back.

“ M’ lucky.” He mumbled against her lips. His thumb making patterns on the exposed skin on her lower back. Y/N no longer wanted to get away from him, but move as close as possible. His soft lips made her weak on the knees and she found herself craving them everywhere. Their bodies moved in rhythm as their tongues battled against each other. “ Pretty girl.” He whispered pulling away. Her lips red and puffy brought joy to Harry. Y/N’s fingers grazed the side of his face finding his perfectness to be unreal. How did someone so beautiful be single for so long

She playfully ran the edge of her index finger across the skin of his jaw before wincing. Blowing on the skin of her finger. “ Ouch, you got a sharp jaw.”

Harry’s eyes crinkled a lil by the smile that etched on its face. “ All yours.” His lips quickly peaking hers before they moved towards her neck. “ Yeh smell familiar.” He mumbled placing butterfly like kisses against her skin. He finds the perfect spot to settle himself on in the crook of her neck. His hair still tickling her, but she had no intentions of pulling him away.

“ Took your body wash.” She giggled. “ Got it when I came over the other day.” Her voice a mere whimper when she felt his teeth graze against the skin of her neck.

“ I was lookin’ fo’ it.” He groans. “ Thought I lost it.” He went back to her neck.

“ Well you did lose it. I’m not giving it back.”  Yelping, she squinted her eyes towards Harry. “ Don’t bite me, you vampire!”

“ I mean, I had to do something. Can’ be nice to a thief.” He said, smiling against the crook of her neck. His fingers smoothing the sensitive skin.

“ But I’m a thief you like, that’s different.” She smiled. “ I get special treatment. Get to take your hoodies and maybe steal a few of those rings you always have on.” She winked. She moves her hand towards his broad ones. Their fingers encase each other as she brings his hand up until they are inline with her eyesight. “ I like the rose one.” She admires.

Harry’s looking with her now. He notices how her fingers run across every crevice of his rings. “ I like it too.” He said. His thumb goes under his finger sliding the ring off. “ Since m’ so nice. I’ll let yeh try it on.”  

Y/N turned her head towards him feeling a sudden sense of happiness. “ Wow I must be a good thief.” She teases feeling him place the cold metal on her hand. Harry’s fingers move to grab it once he registers her words, but Y/N is faster. Her palm clenches against the metal, “ Ah, not so fast!” She laughs pulling her palm towards her chest. “ It’s mine now.” She grins only opening it slightly in a teasingly manor to peak at it. Smiling, Harry grabs her hand quickly. With his strength, he pries open her delicate fingers. His index finger quickly picking it up.

“ Ah shouldn’t have done that, petal.” He tuts pulling it away from her. “ Yeh have to be nice.”

“ I am nice! I was just kidding.” Y/N pouts crossing her arms over her chest. Harry couldn’t help but smile at her flustered face.

“ Spoiled tha’ is what you are.” His voice taking a teasing tone. “ Don’ kno’ if yeh deserve any more of my stuff.”

“ Woah slow down, cowboy.” She folded her legs beneath her butt. Her hand reaching towards his chest. “ I think you need to think about that a little more.”

“ No, I think I’m good.” He grins showing off his bulky front teeth. “ Don’t think yeh been a good girl.” His voice condescending, but the smile on his lips contradicting everything.

“ What? I’ve been very good!” She gasps.

“ Baked you cookies the other day didn’t I?”

“ Petal, those cookies where from the bakery down stairs.” He chuckled putting the ring back on his finger. Her eyes followed the metal down with an opened mouth.

“ What? I’ve been very good!” She gasps.

“ Baked you cookies the other day didn’t I?”

“ Petal, those cookies where from the bakery down stairs.” He chuckles putting the ring back on his finger. Her eyes followed the metal down with an opened mouth.

“ Well, this princess wants to try on your ring.”

“ Wan’ to that bad? Fine.”

She turned towards him so quick, her body almost fell on him earning her a giggle from Harry. “ Be careful.”

“ Give me.” Her hands reached towards his before he pulled his away.

“ Well, this princess wants to try on your ring.”

“ Wan’ to that bad? Fine.”

She turned towards him so quick, her body almost fell on him earning her a giggle from Harry. “ Be careful.”

“ Give me.” Her hands reached towards his before he pulled his away.

His hand gently placed itself on her right cheek. “ Yeh are so pretty.” He muttered more to himself than her. His thumb plucked her bottom lip before slowly pulling it open. “ If yeh wan’ it. Yeh are goin’ to have to take it with your mouth.” He whispered steadily etching his index finger in her hot mouth.

Y/N felt her face heat up. His thick finger felt heavy against her tongue. She has never done this or anything near it; but Harry looked so into it, she knew she couldn’t disappoint him. Her lips wrapped around his finger letting her tongue run through it. Harry groaned watching her eyebrows furrow in concentration as she tried to move the metal with her tongue.

“ Doin’ a proper good job, princess.” He whispers catching his bottom lip between his teeth at the sight of her. Her puffed out cheeks, and widen eyes made him weak on the knees. Her eyes gleamed with victory as she finally got the ring to move. Harry swears that his breath got caught on his throat the second she started to suck on his finger. The ring itching closer to the tip of his finger by the second. With a pop, the ring was in her mouth.

“ Did it!” Y/N gleamed taking the ring off her tongue. Harry couldn’t help but stare as she wiped the ring against the coach cushions.

“ For fucks sake.” He mumbled wrapping his arm around her body. “ Tha’ was hot.”  He breathed.

“ Just did it for the ring.” She said sheepishly looking down at the ring. Y/N wasn’t use to that sort of attention, especially not from someone as hot as Harry.

“ Try it on then.” He insisted. “ Yeh earned it.”

Glancing up at him through her eyelashes, she lets out a giggle before sliding the ring into her middle finger. “ It’s pretty, but its  not as pretty as you though.” she lets out earning her a hearty laugh from Harry.

“ Oy I’m the funny one in this relationship.” He teases. “ Can’t be taking me job.” She can’t help, but laugh along with him even though he was technically insulting her. His smile was contagious.  

—

Tuesday, 4/15/18

Harry and Y/N had spent the entire day baking, or at least trying to. Her apartment was filled with uncleaned bowls of cookie dough, and half eaten containers of frosting.

“ You need to clean up faster.” Y/N looks around the room. “ Made a mess.”

Harry was currently trying to get the cookies that were stuck on the baking tray off as Y/N sat across from him on the kitchen island.

“ Would finish faster if yeh helped.” He quipped turning around to look at how she sat eating the only few savable cookies. “ Don’t think its fair ‘m the only one cleaning’.”

Y/N gasped looking down at her lap. “ I- I’m so offended!” She exclaimed. “ Don’t you think I’m cleaning? This plate isn’t going to clear itself out is it?” Her witty remark has her doubling over in laughter. Harry just shook his head finally giving up on the baking tray.

“ That wasn’t even that funny, love.” He chuckles watching as she throws her head back in laughter.

“ What happened to your sense of humor?” She jokes tilting her to the side as she she’s him walk towards her. “ Use to be so funny.”

“ I think I still got it actually.” He smirks leaning g closer. “ Just like this.” Before Y/N could figure out what he meant, harry’s finger spread frosting on her cheek.

“ Oh God!” Y/N shouts stunned laughing at his childish behavior. “Unbelievable.” She shakes her head at his grinning smile. “ Now, I have to leave you to take a shower.”

However, Harry had other plans. His hand was quick to place itself on her knees stopping all her movements. “ Nonsense.” He muttered. “ I can clean yeh up.” His hand pushed her thighs a part before moving to stand between them. His right hand goes to cup her cheek as his thumb slowly wipes the frosting off.      “ See good as new.” He smiles bringing his thumb towards his own mouth. Y/N watched as Harry sucked the frosting off his finger. The atmosphere suddenly not so playful. He was still standing between her thighs, and Y/N couldn’t help ;but feel tingles run through her body.

“ Sweet.” His face leaning down against hers until they were face to face. His hands going behind her waist, and pulling her to the edge of the counter. Their crotch just inches a part. Closing his eyes, he blows air out feeling overwhelmed. “ Yeh drive me crazy.”

Y/N felt herself grow with nervousness. Her lips red from her constant biting. The hands on her knees drew patterns on her skin. It had been so long since she’s had any sort of contact that this simple act sent shivers down her body. “ Could say the same thing about you.” Her voice a mere whisper as his hand slowly moves higher towards her hip. Never breaking eye contact, Harry watches her carefully making sure he has her permission.

“ Wan’ to make yeh feel good.” His voice is soft, but eyes determine. “ You’ll let me right? Let me give yeh what yeh deserve?”

As much as Y/N didn’t want to admit it, she was swoon by him. She didn’t want to be with anyone else. “ You can’t say stuff like that.” she whimpers feeling herself heat up.

“ What am I saying?”he chuckles finding her amusing. “ Jus’ tryin’ to love on yeh.”

“ Harry.” Her voice stern, but her body falling a part when his lips touched her neck. His soft lips leaving soft kisses against her jaw. “ Harry.” She mumbled  warning him; but Harry doesn’t understand , or chooses not to.

“ God - need to kno’ if yeh wan’ me to do something.” he groans, tongue licking a stripe on her throat. Y/N’s eyes fell closed as her hands wrapped themselves on his hair pushing him closer. “ Need to know’ if yeh wan’ me lickin’ between your thighs. Make yeh drip down me chin.”

Y/N’s legs subconsciously open wider letting Harry’s move even closer to her. “ H-Harry.” She whines pulling on his locks. “ Please.” She doesn’t know what exactly she’s asking for, but she knows she needs him to do something.

“ Hm? What is it, love?” His eyes locks with hers before running his thumb over her lips. “ Need somethin’?’” His voice taking a teasing edge as he tilts his head to the side.

“ You know what I want.” She groans, hands reaching down to the hem of her shirt. “ Too much clothes.” She mumbles pulling the thin fabric over her head. She’s never been so straight forward; but Harry has her feeling all hot, and bothered. Her black bra was noting special, quite the opposite if Y/N is honest. But Harry doesn’t seem to care as his eyes fall on how her boobs sit prettily on her bra.

“ Fuck.” He grunts, hands going straight to her breast. “ Wan’ me to play with these? Yeah?’ He kneads them in his palm, rolling his index and thumb over her nipples.

Reaching over, she grabbed his face planting their lips together. “ Please.” Her voice coming out as a mumble. “ Need -“

“ Need me?” He fingers moving towards her hips. “ Need me to make yeh feel good?” his fingers slipping into the elastic of her shorts, and panties. Y/N’s head nodded vigorously trying to contain her excitement. Chuckling, Harry slowly pulled them off till they fell off her ankle.

“Gonna make yeh tremble.” He promises, lips kissing her body. His hands holding her thighs a part as he sinks down to his knees. Y/N watched him with hooded eyes as she sees him run a finger through her folds. “ Wet, already?” His eyes admiring her as he watches her suppress a moan nodding. “ Can’t wait to get my tongue inside yeh.” He growls, lips leaving wet kisses on her inner thighs. “ Got a pretty cunt.” He speaks against her opening.

“ Stop teasing please.” She whimpers, hips trying to grind against his face, but his hand held her down.

“ Since yeh asked so nicely.” Harry didn’t waste anytime before pressing his nose against her mound. His warm tongue licking a wide stripe against her folds.

“ Oh God.” She moans, feeling him suck on her.

“ Harry.” head lulling backwards.

“ No. “ He speaks, pushing his tongue into her weeping hole before quickly pulling out. “ Need yeh to watch me.” His hands tightening around her thigh leaving half moons as evidence.

Forcing herself up, Y/N whimpers as Harry blows air into her. His cocky smile has her dizzy with arousal.

“ Look at that.” His pink tongue coming out to lick on his bottom lip. “ Already drippin’ on my chin, petal.”  He knows he’s being mean, but he can’t help it. He doesn’t want to stop seeing her flustered face, and tired eyes. His lips go back to suck greedily on her clit before moving towards her mound.

Strings of moans, and whimpers erupt from Y/N mouth. “ Harry! I can’t -“  Before she knows it, her thigh is twitching, and she can’t seem to hold in her whimpers.

“ Give it to me, petal. Know’ yeh wan’ to cum. Be a good girl.” He’s persistent, wants her to spill on his mouth.

“ Gonna cum. Gonna cum.” She whimpers thrashing in his hold.

“ Need yeh to look at me.” His hand slapping her thigh to get her attention. “Fuck me.” Harry groans watching her eyes water as she spills on his tongue.

The sounds leaving Y/N’s body were sinful, and Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off her sweating body as she came down from her high. As selfish as it seems, Harry wanted to stuff his face right back in her. He needed to see her make that face again.

Y/N’s lazily zoomed in on Harry’s glimmering ones. “ Yeh good, petal?” His lips red, and wet as he watched her breath.

Her body felt weak, only being able to nod her head at the cheeky boy in front of her. “ So good.” She whispered.

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[sailorgreywolf-legacy]

Blood is Thicker

Spain took a bottle and poured himself a large glass of wine. After the day he had had, he needed alcohol. Reports had been pouring in from every part of his empire, but the only ones that really mattered to him were the ones regarding Mexico. He had thought that this insanity would end when Hidalgo had been executed. With the man that had corrupted his colony gone, Spain had expected things to change. He had even displayed the heads to make it perfectly clear what happened to anyone who tried to take Mexico away from him.

He took a drink of wine, hoping that it would take immediate effect. He didn't want to think about the letters that spoke of a new rebel army taking shape in the south under the leadership of another priest. This was exactly the opposite of what Spain had wanted. He took another deep drink of wine, trying to dull the thought. It didn't help, so he decided to put it aside and go to sleep.

The room he was in had been Mexico's and the decor still felt like him. The wardrobe was still full of the crimson and gold finery that Mexico had worn in Madrid. The jacket that the boy had left behind when they had fought had been tucked away in the back. Looking at the blood and wine stains reminded Spain all too vividly of where they had come from. Spain decided that the best thing to do was get some sleep.

He took off his own jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. He then rolled up his sleeve to look at the wound across his arm in the mirror. This was the only remaining mark from his fight with Mexico. The scab from where his head had hit the table had completely healed, but this slash across his arm was fading very slowly. Spain was starting to wonder if this would scar. Most likely, that depended on getting his colony back. If, by some catastrophic mistake, he were not able to get Mexico back then this would probably scar.

He sighed and rolled his sleeve back down. Spain finally made it over to the bed and buried his face in the pillow. When he had started sleeping in this bed, it had smelled of Mexico. But now the scent had been completely replaced by Spain's own. Now he desperately wanted to have the original scent back, that unmistakable scent of cinnamon and chilies. Again, Spain was forced to give up something to comfort himself. With one more exasperated sigh, he turned on his side and closed his eyes.

Spain opened his eyes to see golden eyes looking at him. Mexico was lying next to Spain with a soft smile on his face, his hands folded under his head on top of the pillow. He looked gorgeous, exactly as Spain remembered him looking. He was shirtless, as was usual when he was asleep; his bronze chest was completely exposed. In disbelief, the Spaniard reached out and put his hand on the boy's cheek. This had to be dream, but the flesh felt so real, so warm.

Mexico's hand was laid lightly on top of the other's. He spoke, "What's the matter, Tony?" Spain felt his heart rise into his throat. He hadn't heard that sort of concern and softness in at least a year. It was enough to make him feel like he was melting. He said, emotion strangling his voice, "Alejandro, I thought I had lost you. I thought you were rebelling against me." He was about to spill out all of his pain when he was stopped by the other sharply saying, "Stop. I wouldn't do that, so stop saying that." To make sure that the Spaniard actually stopped speaking, Mexico pressed his lips to the other's lips. The tangible feeling of the skin felt completely real. There was enough force behind the kiss that the passion was obvious. Spain couldn't think of a time that his colony had initiated a kiss, but he wasn't going to complain about it.

He immediately deepened the kiss, taking dominance. Having the taste on his tongue again was intoxicating. This was exactly what Spain had been missing. But, he had too much to say and he wouldn't be silenced, even by a kiss he had been longing for. His heart still pounding in his ears, Spain pulled away. Mexico's half-lidded eyes didn't even show a hint of confusion, which helped Spain. The man immediately launched into what he wanted to say, "There were so many things I left unsaid. I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you."

He stopped for a second and looked directly at Mexico. The boy had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, it hinted at an underlying vanity, but that didn't matter. Spain was aware that he was inflating his colony's ego and that it didn't need it. But, he needed to get this off his chest, so he continued, putting his hand lovingly back on Mexico's face, "You have grown up to be so strong, so beautiful. I never regretted favoring you." He wanted it to be completely true, but the moment when the other had knocked him out came to mind. With it came all emotions of the moment, all the confusion and anger. He clearly remembered losing control and seeing red.

He tried to shake the memory away and look at the man who was lying right next to him. With Mexico right in front of him again, he couldn't afford to be reflecting on the fight. It didn't matter right now; he had exactly what he wanted. Mexico continued to smirk and said, "You're being a sentimental fool." As usual, the boy was blunt, but that was exactly what was appealing about him. He was charming, even when he was criticizing.

Spain shook his head and said, "I know, but I need to say it and you need to hear it. I never told you about how I knew you were special the first time I saw you. Even though you were a child dressed as a savage, I just knew that you were special." Suddenly Spain remembered the medallion Mexico had been wearing when they had fought, the Aztec gold. He looked at the other's neck, desperately hoping he wouldn't see a gold chain. To his relief, there was nothing adorning the skin.

However, Mexico seemed to be tiring of this sentiment. He cut in sharply, "You don't need to say any of this. I love you, that's it." Spain smiled to himself. He realized that he was wasting this opportunity. He had Mexico half-dressed and submissive right next to him in bed and he was spending time reflecting on his woes.

He felt himself continue to smile as he said, "Then why don't you show me how loyal you are to me?" Without even waiting for a response, he grabbed the other's chin and pressed their lips back together. The kiss was immediately passionate, which allowed Spain to push his tongue into the other's mouth. He felt the boy yield to him completely, wrapping his arms around Spain's neck and pulling them closer together. The older man reciprocated and put his hand on Mexico's lower back and pulling them closer so that their abdomens were pressed together. Then, he slowly moved his hand up the other's back to find the tattoo that would drive him wild. When he found it, he felt Mexico moan against his mouth. Spain's blood was hot in his veins now. He had complete control and it was bliss.

But, there was a sudden shooting pain down the length of his forearm. It felt like being attacked with a blade. Spain recoiled and looked at his arm. There was a long shallow wound up his arm, which was bleeding on the white sheets.

He looked back at where Mexico had been laying. There was nothing there but empty sheets. The warm bliss was immediately replaced with a sense of loss and hopelessness. His heart went from pounding with passion to racing from frantic fear. It became harder to swallow as he felt tears fill his throat. Spain refused to lose Mexico, especially when the situation had been going his way. He got out of the bed as quickly as possible and looked widely around the room. Nothing in the room even indicated that Mexico had been there. Spain desperately started to run across the room, not sure where he was headed, but certain that he had to do something.

The pain was still racing through his veins from the injured arm. Drops of blood were slowly rolling down his fingers falling to the floor. None of it mattered, he would heal when he had his colony back. He reached the window on the other side of the room; he noticed that the white curtains were fluttering slightly, as though the windows behind them were open. It was completely possible that Mexico had left the room this way. Without any hesitation, he pulled back the curtains with both hands.

Outside, the city was burning. The sounds of cannon fire were ripping through the air, accompanied by the shouts and screams of fighting men, seeming to tear through the fabric of what had been a very peaceful reality. Spain heard a gasp, which he realized was his own. The bottom seemed to drop out of his stomach. Somehow, he knew this was Mexico's doing, even though the boy shouldn't be capable of this kind of violence.

Still attempting to catch his breath, Spain turned around. His eyes immediately met cold, unfeeling gold. Mexico smirked and said, "This time I will kill you." In a single swift movement, Mexico slashed a knife across the older man's throat. There was no pain as Spain put his hands to his throat and felt blood, hot and thick, gushing from the wound. He fell to his knees, still looking up at Mexico's impassive eyes and evil smirk. The last words he heard were, "Sentimental fool."

Spain awoke with a jerk. His first response to the nightmare was a dry sob. He wasn't certain if he felt distraught or angry. He would have been happy to stop at the beginning to have the dream, to just have an intimate moment with the man who was so far away from him at the moment, but it had gone so terribly wrong. The idea that Mexico could be capable of so much violence just seemed wrong. Mexico hadn't been raised by his mother and Spain had tried to train all the savagery out of him.

Slowly, he climbed out of bed. Judging by darkness of the windows, hours had passed since he had fallen asleep. There was a light knock on the door, but it was a welcome change. Spain would rather have progress than thinking about what the situation at the moment. He opened the door to see a mortal messenger on the other side of it. The man looked down at Spain's feet and said, "I'm sorry to wake you at this hour, sir, but there is urgent news. The men you stationed by those rebel's heads"

Spain felt his pulse increases. He had stationed guards for the express purpose of bringing back Mexico. The boy was too reckless to stay away from the heads of his former leaders. It was only a matter of time before Mexico slipped and went to see the grotesque spectacle in person, and when he did there would be experienced soldiers there to capture him. If there was news from those soldiers this late in the night, it must mean that Mexico had been captured. Spain finished the sentence for the mortal, "They have returned with Alejandro, haven't they?"

The mortal was clearly struggling to form a response, finally settling on saying, "Sir, their bodies have been returned." The blood drained out of Spain's face as the force of the words hit him. The men he had posted were dead, and there was only one possible explanation for why. He responded, keeping his voice level despite the dread that was sinking into his bones, "Take me to the bodies. I need to see them."

The man shook his head almost imperceptibly and said, "At this time of night, sir?" Spain responded firmly, "Yes, now." The mortal obeyed, even though it appeared that he didn't want to. The pair of bodies was laid out on a low table and it looked like someone had attempted to clean them up. They were both undoubtedly dead, one from a gunshot and the other from a slashed throat. Spain had to make a conscious effort to not visibly react. He was shaken, but all the men around him needed to follow him. He couldn't show his own weakness in the sight of mortals.

This was a horrifying sight because of what it meant. Spain had seen countless men dead on the battlefield; it wasn't the sight of death that was making his hands shake. Only Mexico could have killed these men, and he would have done it with his own hands. Spain had raised Mexico and he had never guessed that this kind of brutality had hidden just beneath the surface. Even after more than a year of fighting this rebellion, he hadn't even suspected that his colony was doing this personally. Spain could taste bile on his tongue, although he was certain he wasn't sickened by the sight and smell of death. He clenched his hands into fists and said under his breath, "So he really is his mother's son."