#dirty Harry’s house

[harryxmarvel]

Shatter my soul

Summary : Harry has been suffering from an addiction and y/n decides to take time for herself or based on this ask

Pairing: rockstarboyfried!Harry x reader!y/n

Warnings: Angst

A/n: this piece turned so much better than I hoped for.

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When they decided to take time for themselves harry and y/n were in a rough spot with not only their 11 years long relationship but their entire life.

After being falsely accused and getting fired from her dream job, gave up any and all hope y/n had as she came home to her love only to find him passed out in the middle of the living room.

His cocaine addiction was getting out of hand so much that he almost died of overdose saved by y/n who decided to come home early for some reason.He swore to never touch that stuff again but there he was high off his mind as he mumbles incoherently lying on the floor a week later.

The next day after getting him sober y/n decided it was best for them to take a break to figure out themselves and their life as she can't stand by him hurting himself like that. Harry had his issues, stress eating him alive at every wake hour ,he decides it was better if he wasn't in his own mind. The cocaine he could easily get his hands on was just a massive perk for him.

It had been a month and half. Y/n got a job at a restaurant and works as a bartender at night. She moved back to her old appartment after their break up and had been doing well on her own. She missed harry a lot even though their good days were well past months she still loved him, still wanted to help him and show him that she was there for him no matter what. She just wished he was doing better too. After their first week of breakup harry had called her high as he mumbled how much he missed her and promised to be better she just hopes he kept his promise.

It was a month later when y/n was at her favourite arcade bar with her friends. The place was a little loud with drunk men drinking beers and shouting at the screens.

They were seated in a booth after a good round of beers and  fun. She was mindlessly talking with her friend klara when the bartender calls her name.

Y/n walks to the bar and the bartender points to the payphone at the corner of the room.

They still got payphones

Y/n thinks to herself as she brings the phone to her ears. The first thing she hears is a sob which sends her into alert. "Hello?" She questions and the person on the other line replies "Baby, it's me.." he sobs out making y/n quiet as he continues "I'm getting sober. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do but I'd do anything for you baby. Just want you back, want to love on you like you deserve" he says breathing hard as y/n finds her words.

"I'm so happy to hear that H. That's what I wanted for you." Y/n says a smile breaking on her face as she tries to calm him down but he doesn't he keeps crying which makes y/n a little scared because it would've been really hard for him to be doing this alone.

Y/n should've struck by him, isn't that what their relationship should have meant. She feels incredibly guilty for walking away when things got worse but she did it wishing for the best and maybe it kinda did work out in the end and now all she wanted was to be with him and show him how much she appreciates him doing this for her.

"I'm gonna be there okay? I'm so proud of you baby" y/n says ready to hang up the phone but harry breaths out before she could "No, no i....you can't....I want you to but" y/n cuts him off in worry "what's going on H?"

"I wrote you a letter"he says and the other end is quiet as he continues.

"I wrote it so I could get everything out. I think?" He sounded so unsure his voice raspier than usual. " It should be in your apartment" he adds and y/n says she would read it and come by his place before hanging up the phone.

She bids goodbye to her friends after explaining them about the situation and then waving her off with a concerned look on their face as y/n walks back to her apartment. She goes through all her mail and finds the one harry had sent. Her name and address on the envelope.

She opens it and it had two sheets folded inside it. She didn't know what to expect as she reads through it.

My love,

             Today has been particularly hard without you by my side. My manager has been pressing me for the next album but how could I think about anything but you. It had been 8 weeks since I last heard your voice and I never knew how much it filled my life untill I couldn't hear it anymore and I think maybe that's what made me want to give up the drugs even if it feels like I'm drowning. I'd do it for you.

I still remember the tears in your eyes when you told me about you ex and how mad it made me. I wanted to bury him alive for hurting you like that. I never wanted to infect any kind of pain in you. I swore I never would when I saw the lack of trust in your eyes.

It killed me to see the smile on your face slowly fading away because of me. I wanted to hold you close and tell you I'd be back. We'll get all of the good times we had together back because that was what you deserved. But I couldn't save myself not for me but for you because you are everything i have left. The only person who stood by me through it all and maybe that's what made me realise I was nothing without when you left.

I was always honest with you even when I was out of my mind i tried to explain what I was feeling. I know you blamed yourself that you couldn't help me but this was my own battle and you were the warrior in the front ready to kill anyone even though you didn't have to. You were always there for me and I'm really sorry if I wasn't baby. Because

 You deserve better than that.

You deserve someone who would be there for you.

You deserve someone who would stay true to their promises.

You deserve someone who would stay good for you.

You deserve better than me.

You deserve every happiness in this world.

She is at the end of the page her soul shattered with each word when a knock on the door pulls her out. She has a few tears falling down her cheeks. She wips them off before opening the door to find her close friend klara.

"Hey , what ar-" y/n is cut off as klara bursts "I need to tell you something"

"Oh okay, come on in" y/n opens the door wider to let her in but klara shakes her head as she continues "No, I just need to tell you this....i" she's breathless and y/n patiently waits for her to continue.

"I slept with harry" she says after a few deafening seconds which stretches to minutes after the words are out.

"It was stupid and I was drunk and it just happened. We were both out of our minds and we didn't know what was happening. I'm really sorry y/n. I didn't mean for it to happen. I'm sorry"

Y/n is still as she listens to her ramble. All of y/n's friends hated harry something about him not treating her right while he was the total opposite.  She never knew why that was but to hear her bestfriend had slept with her boyfriend of years cut deep into her poor heart and the stabs just kept coming.

"It happened a few months ago and I couldn't stop myself from going back. I didn't mean for it to happen y/n you have to believe me" klara begs her eyes welled up with tears.

Y/n couldn't stop herself from thinking how much of a fool she was for thinking all those nail marks on his shoulder, love bites on his jaw and chest were from her when she knew it wasn't. The woman's perfumes he used to smell like made her realise it wasn't just Klara. And one thought kept haunting her mind as she stands on her doorway.

Had she really been that delusional ?

A/n: I think I just broke my own heart 😭. Who wants a part 2?

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[therealhousewifeofharrystyles]

Harry's Home

Part IV.

Part I. Part II. Part III.

Pairing: Roommate!Harry/Roommate!Reader; Harry Styles/Curvy Reader

Word Count: ~13k words 😅 it’s been a long time comin’, babes!

🔞TW🔞: Adult Language, ‼️Unprotected Sex‼️, ‼️GRAPHIC SMUT‼️, Rough Sex, ‼️CNC‼️, ‼️Dubious Consent‼️, Daddy!Kink, ‼️Choking‼️, ‼️Degradation/Name-Calling‼️, Breeding!Kink, Spitting, ‼️Slapping‼️, Spanking, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Cum-Swapping, Cum-Fetish, 💕Fluff💕

I typically get home from work before Harry does, and so my current state of rest and relaxation—coincidentally adjacent to the book I’m holding: My Year of Rest and Relaxation—is an occurrence Harry’s used to coming home to by now. I mean, not that he’s coming home to me. He’s just…coming home, and I also happen to be living here. Speaking of which, I’m situated in my bedroom. I've already slipped into my night clothes—thin, loose pajama pants and an oversized crop tee—laying my back against the cushioned headboard of my bed. 

Suddenly, my ears perk up. The hum and vibration of the garage door opening and closing pulls my attention away from the novel I’d been engrossed in for the past hour towards my empty door frame. Less than a minute later, a door slams, physically startling me, and my posture straightens as if I’m expecting a scolding. I have no reason to react this way, really. It’s not like I have Daddy Issues or anything…or even like this is something out of the ordinary…

Harry’s home…

That’s all. 

But judging by the door slams, Harry’s not all sunshine and rainbows this evening. And that, as well, is not something out of the ordinary. Today is just like any other day. Nothing special. Nothing different. But for some reason, it’s as if I can feel the force of his brooding presence weighing heavily atop my chest from an entire floor away. 

I’m staring dumbly at my room’s entrance. Harsh, stomping footsteps alert me of Harry’s wandering after-work routine. Even with my ears plugged, I’d still sense the undying tension between us growing as our distance lessened. My heart is pounding violently in my chest. I make the conscious decision to set my book aside on my nightstand once I realize I’ve read the same sentence 20 times. 

“Hey, Bunny?! You upstairs, love?” his voice booms, and my thighs immediately squeeze together at the velvety baritone calling out for me. I’m stuck in place and now a competitive mouth-breather—I could be the final girl in a horror film. Geez, chill out, Y/N. I’ve welcomed him home a million times before, and I’ve never felt this…needy—nay—desperate. My body feels so starved. His footsteps are ascending up the stairs now.

Harry reaches our second floor and releases a deep sigh. “Mmhm?” My reply starts to flow out of me like a moan and I swallow the second half of it down in an attempt to cut it short. It’s for naught as I suck in a harsh breath immediately afterwards, sounding like I’m drowning on land.  Oh, God…and I can feel a wet patch soaking through the crotch-seam of my pajamas. My nipples are poking out beyond my thin, lacy, unpadded bra, shamelessly creating peaks through my loose t-shirt. Harry suddenly appears from the depths of the hallway and stands tall at my open door. I’m maneuvering myself so that I’m sitting upright, but then the fabric slowly tugs taut over my chest, clinging to my sensitive nipples and stimulating them even more. My lips part and I can’t help the whimper that comes out of me. It’s audible enough that the man scrunches his forehead and questions my well-being once he hears it. “You alright, Bun’?” he asks, his brow arched with mild concern. I gasp, startled by his abrupt entrance, and my body instinctively recoils. My buxom breasts bounce from the action. The movement is subtle—well, as subtle as a large pair of jiggling tits can be when they’re knocked around by walls of inertia and the force of gravity—and Harry doesn’t miss any of it. His eyes blink down to watch the magic of physics for a moment, and all I can think about is how I hope he can’t see how hard my nipples are through my thin bra and top…

What am I even saying?! Who am I trying to convince? We all know I’d flash him Girls-Gone-Wild-style right now if I had the guts.

He furrows his eyebrows at me from across the dimly-lit room and leans his hip against the door frame, crossing his arms over his front. I’m trying not to become distracted by how well his biceps fill out his dress shirt, or by the way the muscles in his chest dance a little bit every time he folds his arms like that. “Uh-huh.” I moan(again), unable to form a coherent sentence. I’m still on my merry way to the mouth-breather national championships, but at least I’m not wheezing…yet. Am I on the verge of hyperventilation? Who knows. My body only seems to betray me…so stay tuned. Harry’s tongue pokes out of his mouth and he slicks it from side to side to dampen his bottom lip.

“Why ya so jumpy..? Wha’s wrong?” He inquires, his eyes drifting down to my heaving chest again. His eyes flick back up to mine seemingly as soon as he clocks the two little bullets aimed in his direction. His complexion warms, but I’m certain his blush is nothing compared to mine. I swear, if he keeps looking at my tits like that…Gah…Is it getting hotter in here? Shit, didn’t he ask me something? Eh, whatever. Words aren’t even exiting my mouth anymore. Harry’s just standing there, keeping his distance and watching me pant like I’ve just finished the mile-run in gym class (what a nightmare). Judging by the worry in his brow and genuine concern in his voice, I must have given him the impression that I’d just seen a goddamned ghost walk through the wall or something. I almost wish I had that excuse to fall back on right now…But the room falls silent. Each puff of carbon dioxide is released from my mouth like a silent cry for help. So now I’m really playing the part of the out-of-breath chubby girl in gym class. Not exactly the vibe I’m going for right now. Or ever. Never again—AH! I need to say something—anything!  I can hear the swoosh of my eyelashes as they cut through the air every time I blink. I’m significantly hyper-aware of my body. What if I swallow the excess spit in my mouth and I start choking?! Oh, God…now I’m worried about that?!

Any explanation or reassurance Harry assumes to receive for my strange behavior is withheld. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t even know how to explain myself to him because I’ve let this go on for too long. Seconds pass by in a torturous silence, but the seconds feel like minutes, and one minute feels like an eternity when I’m in the same room as a 6-foot ticking time-bomb who’s one nudge away from exploding into a holy-shit-fit. Crabby Harry doesn’t like to feel ignored. He doesn’t like to repeat himself. And he doesn’t like it when his pretty little roommate is disobedient. 

Abandoning his usual, gentle inflection, he amplifies his voice and waves his hands back and forth, seemingly annoyed and now crossing the line over to belligerence. “Hellooo?!” Harry calls out to me. My ears ring at the aggressive tone and I flinch. “What's the matter with you, huh?” Still nothing. Well, I’m saying nothing. Everything is the matter with me. There’s so much wrong. Please help me. Get me out of this fucking room or I’ll scream. 

Another empty beat goes by. This is so embarrassing. 

Being the ill-tempered and impatient man he is, Harry’s reprimanding escalates, now practically yelling at me like I’ve been a bad girl, “Oi! What kind of bloody game are y’playin’ here?! ‘S not funny, Y/N. I’m over it.” He grits and steps completely into my room now. My personal space has officially been breached. I hold no more power in my safe little bubble anymore. He nods his head once whilst making a lifting gesture with his hand. “C’mon…Sit up and look at me when I’m speaking to you,” he bites out, his voice snappy and demanding.

Hm. Ok, so, it’s safe to say that he is, indeed, not in a good mood—not in the mood to try and be patient while his horny and dumb roommate is devouring him with her eyes and forgetting how to breathe properly, that’s for sure. 

His heightened volume and combative language pulls me back to reality. I clear my throat and sit with my legs criss-crossed under me. My shaky hands find solace deep inside my lap, squeezing between the warm thickness of my thighs. The hasty new sitting position causes the crotch seam of my pajama pants to rest tightly against the slit of my pussy. Every time I move my hips or straighten my back, it tugs the thick seam forwards/backwards against my clit, sending waves of teasing pleasure through my lower tummy. But I try to be oblivious to this right now because I really don't need the extra stimulation. I’m already drenched and dying for Harry to pump load after load of cum inside of me—you know, just my typical Friday.

“I’m sorry…I-I’m…just really…super tired…” I fake a yawn. “…Just woke up from a nap.” I croak, lazily rubbing my eye to play it up. What a bold-faced lie—I’m wide fucking awake. My corneas may be stinging, and my thoughts are completely clouded with lust, but I couldn’t fall asleep right now even if I tried. He’d have to choke me out…Ooh…

God…

I tilt my head down, feeling utterly flustered and ashamed of my naughty internal voice. But I’m finally able to direct my rogue train of thought away from the tracks to fucktown, returning my sights to the real-life Harry who’s currently glaring at me. Yeesh…He’s pissed. “So, um…long day?” My voice cracks pathetically. Those are gonna be my famous last words, aren’t they? Harry clenches his jaw before answering me. “Long day—?” He stops himself, scoffs, and runs a hand through his hair. “Oh, Y/N, now that you’ve mentioned it, yes. My day was absolute shit!” His skin is heating up. He aggressively unbuttons his sleeve cuffs and roughly pushes them up to his elbows. Ugh, I love it when he does that.

The cranky version of Harry has been coming out more and more lately, and honestly, seeing him like this makes me melt. He’s so hot when he’s mad…is it wrong to think that? I can’t help it anyway. His pheromones constantly call out for me, relentless to allow me a break from wanting him. From needing him. I should be careful and let him be, but I’m dying to know how much aggression he could take out on me. What would he resort to? Would he bend me over his lap for a controlled punishment? Or would he hold me down while he savagely fucked his rage out? Oh, god, please…please. Harry pops open a few of his shirt buttons, working to cool himself off. I can see more of his skin now—a light dusting of hair, the swallow feathers, the antennas of his butterfly.

“Ran into construction on my way in, had to work through lunch, and I didn’t even get to see you before I left this morning…” He frowns, “...Probably why I’ve been a grump all day…” I chew on my lower lip anxiously and watch as his somber expression slowly lightens a smidge as he stares off into space. “Honestly, I was hoping my Bunny’s gorgeous face would welcome me home tonight…with those darling doe eyes and that smile…I thought she’d make me feel better…” I inhale in preparation to console him, or maybe to defend myself. I don’t even know what I want to say. It doesn’t matter, though, because he cuts me off before I can even think up a sentence. “But I guess y’just wanna be a right-fuckin’-pain’n my ass instead, don’t you, Y/N?” His accent thickens as his temper worsens. Pouting, I flick my eyes down to the stitching on my duvet of which my fingers seem to have been subconsciously fidgeting with since I’d first sat up. My teeth nervously nibble on my lip before whispering one of his words to myself. “Gorgeous…” My voice sounds so soft and meek, and I’m blushing like crazy. The atmosphere feels hot and humid, although it’s a crisp, Oregon October. “Wha—?” Harry takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment as if to collect his thoughts. “—Yes. I think you’re…quite lovely, actually. ‘Always thought that, Bunny.” His rough speech makes him sound so tired. So worn out. I want to make him feel better. There’s still time to do that, isn’t there?

He lifts his head and looks at me, and my breath hitches at the sharp eye contact. Unexpectedly, Harry grunts and kicks my door closed behind him with a splintering slam. My body jolts. “Harry…” I breathe out. If I wasn’t already feeling subby, I surely am now. It’s one thing for him to raise his voice, but he’s never gotten physical before. I’ve never seen this side of Harry...I’m…scared. But I want more... Jesus, I’m tumbling down into a bottomless pit of subspace, aren’t I…?

“You wanna know a secret, Bunny?” He scoffs, squeezing and releasing his hands at his sides. I see his knuckles turn from golden tan to white from the pressure, over and over again, until he looks down at his socked feet and shakes his head with the ghost of a smile on his flushed face. “God, I jus’…I jus’ wanna…” He clenches and unclenches his jaw several times during his pause of silence. His mouth is closed, but I know his teeth are gritted together. His next words are growled at me, and I can just barely process them. “...You’ve had no bloody clue, have you…?” He raises his head to shoot daggers at me and continues, “…No clue how bad I’ve needed…Christ, Y/N…” He’s pacing the floor. “…Fuck, from the moment you walked into that bar, I wanted to claim you. Did you know that?” He stops pacing, squints, and cocks his head at me, his inked arms crossed over his chest again. 

Rhetorical questions are confusing(fucking annoying) when the person asking them looks at you like they’re expecting an answer. (like this: 👁️_👁️)

I instinctively avoid eye contact and drop my head down, my shoulders rotating forward defensively. “All this fucking time, Y/N…And now every goddamn second of every day, you taunt me. You hop around like the little fuck-bunny you are, your huge tits practically bouncing out of your bra—” He bites the inside of his cheek and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before clearing his throat and beginning again. “—wearing those tiny little shorts that barely cover that fat, juicy ass…Jesus Christ…all the fucking time, Y/N...” He groans. As he’s describing me, he becomes so infuriated that he needs to stop speaking just to let out an exasperated breath filled with rage and arousal. “...All the fucking time, I’m having to force myself to be good. I have to remind myself that you’re too sensitive…that I can’t…I…” He sighs and combs his fingers through his mane of soft curls. “...I have to be careful around you, y’know? Your existence…just you merely existing ‘round me…you drive me fucking mad…” I gulp and raise my head back up to see he has his back turned to me. His shoulders are heaving as he breathes heavily, and his muscles are clearly tensed beneath his slightly wrinkled button-down. He circles the room slowly, eventually standing before me once again. “You don’t know half the things I’ve wanted to do to you…” His dilated eyes twitch, and he gives me a lopsided grin. “...Except, you do, don’t you, sweetheart?” My mouth dries up like someone’s just pulled the spit drain. “Huh? W-what are you t-talking about?!” I nearly choke on my sorry excuse for denial. I stare at him in disbelief, wishing to God that I had the courage to sass him back. But all of that assertion seems to have gone on vacation. 

Harry just shakes his head and grins devilishly. “Don’t be like that…” Bending forward, he huskily goads on, “…I know you want to suck my cock, Y/N.” 

My eyes widen and my heart pumps harder in my chest as Harry nears closer to the bed. He’s burning holes into me and I can feel my skin heat up wherever his eyes roam. I’m beginning to scoot up farther toward the headboard in subconscious defense. “Hmm? What's that silly lil’ head of yours thinkin’ bout? Gagging on my dick? Bet that’s it. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Bunny?” Though it’s clear in his inflection that his intentions are to get a rise out of me, his predatory stare and steady prowl he leads in my direction tell me otherwise. I’m being hunted. His knees hit the edge of my raised bed with a soft bump. Both of his hands slide down his torso and he rests one on his thigh whilst the other rubs up and down his straining erection. He lifts one knee up onto the bed, gaining in on me. I automatically draw my attention downwards, but regret it instantly because seeing the outline of his thickness makes me moan. The desert that once took over the cavern of my mouth has now been blessed with a river of needy saliva. When I switch back to Harry’s face, I’ve already been caught ogling. So much for denial, Y/N.

Harry chuckles boyishly—the same playful chuckle I’ll hear when I send him a meme or a TikTok from across the room or down the hall. It’s much more menacing hearing it now within this context. “D’you want Daddy to fuck your mouth, Princess?” He jeers, tilting his head. Scoffing, I stare up at him wide-eyed. In the low corners of my vision, my breasts rise and fall with every labored breath. I can hear myself almost gasping for air.  I swallow the rest of my shock down and shake my head gently—I refuse to answer his filthy question aloud. He exhales bitterly, visibly irritated. “Hm. I knew you were just a fucking tease.” He says gruffly before giving his hard-on one more squeeze over his slacks. He shakes his head at me in what I perceive as disappointment, then leans forward on the bed, holding himself up by his palms. The ever-increasing closeness to this man intoxicates me. His aggression is further spiraling me into the permanence of that special space of mine. I can feel myself pouting my lips with my head bowed as if I’m being disciplined by, well…you know who. 

(And, no. Not Voldemort.)

I don’t wanna say the D-word. Harry just used the term to try and embarrass me. To shame me. Fuck you, Harry. As I’ve confessed previously—I basically thrive off of his attention—and this right now, of course, is still fueling me deliciously. Although, I don’t quite enjoy how he’s accusing me of being a tease. He’s just being an asshole. Hmph…I am not a tease. I’ve got a bite, Styles. Just come a little closer, and I’ll prove it.

I don’t even realize that I’ve begun to glare at him until his voice takes me away from my raging thoughts. He lowers his timbre and slowly shakes his head once more, “Quit givin’ me that look, Bunny…Y’bout to start somethin’, aren’t ya?” He nods his chin at me. I nervously shrink into my bed, absent-mindedly squishing my tits together with my arms and furrowing my eyebrows like I’m about to reluctantly agree. But before I totally fold into the compliant little toy he wants me to be, I decide to change gears at the last second. Straightening up onto my knees and crawling towards him, I close in on him near the edge of the mattress, backing him up, my eyes narrowed and defiant as they meet with those of the audacious man leaning onto my bed. “So what if I do, Harry?” I surprise myself with how tough and bratty I sound. Harry only ‘tsk’s at my attempt at defending myself. Narrowing his eyes, he leans farther over the bed so that he’s almost touching my nose with his. He’s so close to me now, and I'm worried the pounding drumbeat of my heart is blowing my cover. But I refuse to surrender to his piercing gaze or cower away from him in fear. That’s what he wants me to do. He wants me to give him that power. But I won’t—not without a fight. Not without a struggle…Just a little bit…

I close my eyes for a moment and breathe deeply through my nose. The spicy notes of his signature cologne are making me salivate. Sure, I’ve caught whiffs of it once in a while during our hugs or in passing, but the scent communicates with me differently at this moment. Masculine. Woodsy. Clean. Like taking a gulp of spiked apple cider next to a bonfire on a cool fall evening, surrounded by giant pine trees. I’m addicted to the inhale. An intense desperation for more grows in the pit of my stomach as I continue to suck in the breaths of Harry. I never want the remnants of him to leave my lungs. It’s strange how something as simple as a fragrance has given me such primal desires. When I open my eyes again, I’m immediately drawn down to his lips. God…have they always been this pink and smooth? Harry must know I’m staring because he wets his mouth with his tongue before a clever smirk stretches across it. I bet he thinks I’m going to surrender. But I coax my attention away from his distracting features before I lose any more of my self-control. I can pull myself out of this, I know I can. I just need to channel my energy into something else other than lust. I focus towards the path of furiousness. The oath of silence I'd previously been taking is no longer an option for me as all I see are flames. Harry makes me so fucking mad. He comes home, slams doors, makes me feel vulnerable even in the safety of my own bedroom…degrades me, slams another fucking door…MY door. Calls me a fucking tease while he grabs his dick right in front of me?! 

Alright—That’s it. No more playing nice. Go hard or go home, Y/N.

I straighten my posture, arching my back and subtly pushing my breasts out towards him, then relax, putting on my best poker face. “Go ahead, Harry…” I lure him, my voice all but a breathy coo. “…Take it out on me…” His eyebrow quirks up, but I know from the darkness in his eyes and the slight flare to his nostrils that he’s not amused by my sudden audacity. I continue, purring, “…Unless you’re too scared you’ll hurt me—” In a split second, his strong hand roughly wraps itself around my neck and I’m shoved backwards onto my duvet. He’s squeezing the sides of my throat and forcing his whole weight on top of me, pinning me down and blocking air. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. Harry inches closer until our lips barely brush together by a hair's width. “Fucking brat,” he practically spits. I struggle to swallow the hard lump in my throat. My body is stuck, painfully held down, yet I’m still desperately squirming to arch myself up against him for even the smallest bit of friction. I’m clenching my inner walls over and over again as if lazy kegels will soothe my itch. I’m essentially drooling out of both ends. I’m now realizing this isn’t a fucked up little game between housemates anymore. The line has finally been crossed.

Harry’s eyes drift down to my rosy lips and back up again. His nose nudges against mine. He knows exactly what I want and he’s taunting me…holding himself right in front of my face as I lay here, my eyesight blurring. “There’s no turning back now.” He seethes. He smiles darkly at my helplessness, then feathers his lips over the flushed skin of my cheek. His soft kisses press along the length of my jaw before he speaks again. “Just like how I can’t take back all those times I’ve wanked off listenin’ to your pretty moans from my room…” His words trail off against my goosebump-ridden neck. “...Inn’ that right, baby?” “Mmmhh.” I whimper in agreement, the noise vibrating from my larynx and into his large palm. Our shared heat is suffocatingly erotic. The air I breathe is damp and thick, but I can only see to basking in this paradise for all of eternity. I’m still panting under him with my arms lying dead at my sides, my fingernails biting into the heels of my hands. I feel like Harry’s peering into my subconscious with how intensely his pitted irises concentrate upon mine. I’m losing it. My sanity is at stake. I think I’m just in shock over the reality of the situation—the fact that this is all real. And if it is real, then Harry needs to get fucking going, otherwise I will scream until my stupid lungs give out. All I want at this moment is to have him on my tongue. To know what Harry tastes like. I can barely hear myself when I say it. I swallow dryly, his fingers pressed tightly against the delicate skin protecting the shift of muscles in my neck. A spark of audacity jolts through my lungs and I serve the ball back into his court.

“Kiss me.” Like a baby’s breath—that’s how gentle it is. My cheeks flush with embarrassment. What a silly thing to ask. He probably didn’t even hear me—

—Never you doubt these ears of mine, either…I can assure you, I hear everything.

The edge of Harry’s mouth quirks up and he presses his cheek against mine, breathing into my ear, “I hope you realize what you’re requesting…” He pauses to nibble my earlobe for a moment. “Because once I get a taste of you, I’ll never stop.” My breath hitches and I can’t help it as my hips jolt up for contact with his. He snickers. “Mmm, such a horny little thing.” Less than a second later, his lips collide with mine and I hum, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Our tongues meet briefly before our lips meet again in a desperate, yet rhythmic dance. I could get used to him turning my thoughts off this way. 

After locking lips with a few guys, I stopped believing in that ‘spark,’ or the magical leg-pop thing from The Princess Diaries. I came to accept the reality behind kissing as it truly was: lips touching lips…And that was it. But kissing Harry isn’t like that at all. The affection feels genuine—I can feel him lament every sleepless night he’s spent praying that one day I’ll be his as his mouth massages mine. The unfettered desire we swirl against each other’s tongues is an atomic aphrodisiac. Every erogenous zone in my body is pulsating, and I seriously think I might come from this alone. But amidst all the lust, I’m encompassed by love. Each of my favorite cinematic movie kisses flash behind my eyelids as mine and Harry’s lips continue to lap tenderly. 

His fingers tighten for just a pulse on my throat as if to remind me that he’s in control. I’m suddenly reminded of how much Harry prefers everything to go his way, and his way only. I know Harry prefers a challenge, so I’ll give it to him. A burst of confidence surges through my veins and I gently latch onto his bottom lip with my teeth. It’s then carefully released with a wet snap. A growl erupts from Harry’s chest, I can feel it just barely thumping against mine. I lift my tits up until I’m flush against his strong torso so our hearts can beat in sync. He drags his lips down my cheek and sucks on the side of my neck whilst the hand not grasping at my throat begins to explore. He starts at my shoulder, sliding down my collarbone, stopping briefly to fondle my breast, then continuing farther until he meets the elastic waistband of my pajama pants, dipping inside and circling behind me to grab my ass over my underwear. He presses our clothed sexes together and grinds into me. Fuck, it’s hot knowing I’m not the only one who’s wet.

I wiggle and squirm beneath him, essentially rubbing myself harder against his solid cock as a result. He groans and pushes his hips, hard, into mine before grinding them in random circular motions. “Ohh, fuck…s-stop it…” I plead, unconvincingly. It feels so fucking good. Why should I make this easy for him? I may have a high sex-drive, but I don’t put-out just for the hell of it. I mean, I guess it’s a little bit different when Harry’s the one trying to get in my pants…I’ve wanted this for so long. “N-no…Harry, stop!” I whine, pretending to protest against his touch. Harry’s face retreats from his attack on my neck to grin at me. “What are you doing?” He chuckles. His hand moves up to my hip, softly squeezing onto my bare, squishy love-handle from under my thin clothing. I shake my head and blink. Ugh, who am I kidding here? I want this. I need this. I’m just holding myself back from the blissful inevitable. I have to let go of my pride…I need to tell Harry that I want him to—“Fuck me.” I blurt out. His eyes widen, and I choose to repeat myself with a little more urging in my voice to emphasize my growing impatience. “Fuck me, Harry.” He lets out a bitter laugh, scoffing at my forwardness and tilts his head slightly. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you?” He asks patronizingly, and I nod. But it seems as though that wasn’t the response he was looking for, as Harry immediately reprimands me for my non-verbal confirmation. He blatantly slaps me across my face. The sharp sting has made me gasp. However, Harry doesn’t seem to be bothered by my anguish in the slightest. He takes pleasure in it. “Try again…What do you say?” A beat passes without a response from me. He slaps me again, “Say it!” I turn my head to face the wall for a moment. Huh? What do I say…? What should I say?! Please…? I don't know! What is he talking about?! 

Harry’s now run out of all self-restraint. “You fucking bitch…,” he mumbles, the grip of his fingers sliding up from my throat to my cheeks, squeezing my jaw, then jerking and pointing my face directly to him. “Say it…Tell me who you want to fuck you.” He demands with more assertion. My vision slowly returns to its full clarity. And just as fast as the sharp colors that flood back into the world around me, the narcissistic asshole’s indirect request hits me like a motherfucking double-decker bus. If I wasn’t being watched so closely by Harry at the moment, I’d have the evilest, shit-eating grin on my face. “P-please, Daddy…” I grovel. “Please, fuck me.” Harry instantly smiles at the title I honor him with. 

Of course he wants me to call him ‘Daddy’—the exact thing he’d used against me just a few minutes ago to try and make me feel insecure. What a prick. Typically, I’d roll my fucking eyes at his outright arrogance, but I’m far too distracted to care. My current condition holds no room for petty judgment to ruin this moment. I really just want Harry—Daddy—to fuck me.

“Mmm, that’s my girl, Bunny…I love when you’re good f’me, sweetheart.” The soothing hush of his voice combined with the mess of hot kisses he leaves down my face, smearing from my lips to the side of my neck, have released a new wave of liquid heat to pool out into my panties. I return to being choked again, but his affections don’t cease. He’s groaning and panting and lapping mercilessly at my skin—it’s as though he’s indulging in his special treat after a hard day’s work. Harry finds a particularly sensitive spot with the pressure of his lips and tongue, my loud gasp making it obvious. As he sucks a mark onto my skin there, I moan out and grab his chocolate locks to have something to hold onto. My neck is released from his chokehold. A fresh gust of air makes contact with my skin there and it sends a little shiver down my shoulders.

Both of his hands move down to grope at my chest, thumbing at my nipples over my thin shirt and bra. His delicate attention to my sensitive breasts forces me to vocalize my satisfaction. “Ohhhh!” Seeing the way his big hands can’t even encompass them completely is insanely hot for the both of us. “Goddamnit, I’ve wanted to touch these for so fucking long, Y/N.” Once he’s decided he’s teased himself enough, he lifts my shirt, shoving it up past the swells of my tits. My thin, lacy undergarment is practically begging to be discarded, and the stars must be on Harry’s side because the bra clasps together in the front. This revelation absolutely thrills him. He unfastens the center clip, beaming with lust as my tits are set free in a bouncy display before him. “Mmhh, my Godddd…look at you.” His lips and tongue immediately latch onto me—squishing both breasts with his hands and alternating between them with his mouth, licking sloppy wet trails around my areolas, his tongue swirling its way to the center and flicking the nubs until I whine for more. He then resorts to sucking on each of the budded nipples, playing with the opposite one with the damp pad of his thumb in tandem. He then gratefully cups my tits and groans as he buries his face between them. He does it all hungrily, moaning against my skin and relishing in my body’s feel and taste. 

His needy technique delights me. It feels as if he’s taking his time to savor and memorize every detail of me with his slick tongue. I lay my head back and allow myself to bask in the pleasure, becoming entranced under Harry’s spell as his famished mouth kisses and sucks on my sensitive nipples. I comb my fingers through his loose curls and caress his stubbly cheeks with my gentle embrace. My clit is throbbing to experience direct stimulation from this man—swollen and jealous of my breasts which have received so much of his eager attention. His hands wander, grasping at the natural dip of my waist and sliding down to the band of my pajama pants at my hips. They linger for a bit, ghosting across the delicate, striped skin there. I twitch. My stomach clenches. 

Please don’t…

Harry’s eyes meet mine and I’m biting my lip, fighting back my giggles. He smirks knowingly at me. “No, Harry.” I state with a waveringly warning tone. His fingers move just a hair, and my body tenses again. Without another beat, Harry tickles my sides furiously, making me shriek and laugh uncontrollably as his hands attack my sides. This seems to amuse him greatly as he refuses to pull back for another solid 10 seconds or so. Eventually, his tormenting concludes and I’m left with breathless titters. At this point, he confesses, “Ugh, your laugh makes me hard…feel what you do to me, Bunny.” He gently takes my hand and presses it against the front of his pants. I wrap my hand around him as best as I’m able to and stroke him a few times until he denies me of any more groping. We are both aching for that skin-on-skin contact that dry humping feels painfully futile. Harry resumes undressing me and manages to rid my wiggling legs from their modesty. All that remains to shield my lower half is a dainty pair of pink panties. I reach down and adjust them, smoothing the waistband across my thumbs and letting the elastic snap up high on my hips. Fuck yesss! I internally cheer. Past-Y/N thankfully chose hot-girl underwear this morning instead of granny panties! Harry is too distracted burying himself in my tits to notice, but in due time…soon Daddy will appreciate his Bunny’s adorable lil’ undies.

The dark melody of his voice tugs me back down to Earth—back to the feral man below me who has become addicted to the taste of my flesh. “Tell me…” He breathes out in between licks and bouts of suction. “...Tell me how hard you want Daddy to fuck you, baby.” I let out a whimper, feeling the dripping walls of velvet between my thighs pulse and squeeze around nothing. My response is delayed due to my fucked-out mind shutting out my thoughts. “However you’ll take me, Daddy.” I purr mindlessly. Harry’s hold on my throat returns without warning, and I blink rapidly as my tits jiggle from the abrupt movement. I barely dip back into reality, just enough to notice the way his hard rings are bruising my skin. His other hand travels south. He tickles across the peach fuzz on my tummy and I helplessly giggle out loud at the sensation. 

“Yeah? Whatever I want?” He flashes his signature boyish smirk up at me, his eyes providing me with the most familiar yet intimate flash of ethereal green I’ve seen today, before resuming his descent for my sodden center. His fingers finally reach my clenched thighs. And clenched they are. He grunts, growing aggressively impatient once more, as he sponges sloppy kisses along my jawbone. “Open.” The word barely a mumble humming into my skin. “Open up f’me, love.” I whine and rub my thighs together. “Mm-mm…” I’m pathetically desperate for the slightest amount of friction against my clit, so thankful at this time that my thighs are as plush as they are. “Quit y’whinin’.” He mumbles against my cheek. His palm smacks the exposed skin of my outer thigh, and Harry pulls back to watch as my flesh jiggles from the sudden contact. The sight seems to arouse him. “Fuck…” As if out of raw, sexual instinct, he grabs at me there—pulling me and tilting my body so that he can see more of my backside—and then he releases his hand before sending it back down to slap the side of my ass, rubbing and squeezing onto it in admiration afterwards. “…This ass…fuck…fucking perfect, you know tha’...?” He lays me back down and grabs ahold of the front of my pillowy thigh with his hand, trying to gently separate it from its twin. “…Spread your sweet thighs f’me and I’ll make it feel better, baby...” He assures, giving me all the sugar in his voice just before he continues with a darker tone directly into my ear, raking his teeth down my neck. “...I promise I’ll make it all better.”  

Our lust-shrouded eyes then lock onto one another. I choose to obey and shakily open myself up to him. He groans at his new view: A scrap of thin, baby pink cotton protecting my most sensitive bits. The pastel is flawless except for one large damp spot near my center. I was right—I’ve soaked right through. If it were any other situation, I’d try my best to retreat and hide myself away in shame. This isn’t one of those situations. Nay. I need Harry to see how miserable I am without his cock inside me. I need him to see the power he has over my pussy. His determined fingertips slide down to the dainty fabric to perform slow, vertical swipes across my entire slit. They press and rub—up and down…up…and down…until he’s got me humming and cooing from his touch, and eventually bucking my hips as well, at which he stills immediately. His calloused fingers rest firmly against the dampest spot on my underwear. I can feel him threatening to push his digits deeper—to disregard the flimsy, cloth barrier altogether and just plunge in. I can’t help but to squirm and mewl beneath him. I want more, more, more, so fucking badly. It all feels torturous now. Every move he makes turns my dial to the direction of mindless submission.

“I…I want you to use me now, Harry...p-please.” I whimper meekly. “Please just—” A hot gust of air quickly exits his flared nostrils. His touch parts away from my center for just 

a second in order to deliver a rough spank against the moist cotton. I flinch and squeak at the abrupt punishment, my knees instinctively closing in. Harry puts a stop to them as if he’d been expecting this kind of response and splays me wide open, shoving himself between my thighs to hold me in position. “—What did I just fucking tell you?” “Mnnhh!” I whine, dragging it to emphasize my restlessness and to enunciate my desperate excitement for him. “No, none o’tha’. Be a good girl ‘n use your words.” I huff out in defiance and squirm under him, trying to pull him down to me by clutching his shirt. I can’t help that I’m throbbing and impatient. But he doesn’t find my uncooperation to be very warranted. Harry wants to tame me, not enable me. 

Well, boo. 😣

“Fine. Be a brat. But brats get less privileges.” He leans back and unbuckles his belt, yanking it out of his pants and snatching my wrists. The leather tightens around them and my arms are pinned above my head. “Do not touch me unless I tell you to. Understand?” His voice has returned to its demanding inflection once more. I slowly nod. Instantly, he hits my cheek with an open hand, and I gasp at the growing sting. The slap was harder this time. That same hand then caresses my sore skin gently and he hums to try and comfort me. He softly kisses my cheek and speaks against it. “Your pretty face is getting all red, baby. You’ve gotta listen t’me, alright?” I sniffle, trying not to cry, and I bow my head, gathering the strength to apologize right afterwards. “Mm, Daddy…I-I’m sorry.” He smiles down at me once I find the courage to lift my chin and face him again. It’s contagious, and I mirror him without hesitation. “Oh, my sweet girl. You’re so beautiful, y’know tha’? So perfect…Hm, almost…” He sighs, smoothing his hand through my hair. “…All you need is my cock inside you.” I instantly moan, and I nod repeatedly at his last statement. “Mmhh, I want it so bad.” I whisper. He stops and chuckles bitterly. “Oh, I know, Bunny. You’re a needy little slut for me. Trust me. I know. But guess what? I’ll fuck you whenever I want. It’s not up to you.”

Ope…Mean Harry is back.

“Oh, I-I didn’t mean to upset you—” I frown when he laughs and interrupts me. “—That’s a fucking lie.” He punctuates with a rough thrust against my damp panties, staying pressed to me for a few seconds and panting. He pulls back to snarl at me. “You love it when I’m angry. I bet that’s exactly what you think about when you’re in here stuffing your fingers inside your dripping cunt.” He adds effect by giving my sodden pussy another quick spank. I gasp and blink at him, shocked. I mean…he’s not wrong. “I knew it…you want to be thrown around like the whore you are. You like it rough.” I whine, lifting my leg up and trying to hook it around Harry so I can pull him down to me. I need to feel him. But he catches my knee and pushes it up so it’s bent up to my chest, really pinning me down. “Are you truly as brainless as you look?” I shake my head at him as my face turns sullen. “You’re jus’ a stupid lil’ slut, aren’t you, Bunny…” He’s not asking, and I know that. And yet I still shake my head to deny his accusation anyway. My naivety amuses him. He reaches out and pinches my cheek. “You’re so cute and dumb. But I’m sure y’think you’ve got the beauty and the brains, hm?” He laughs and taps his index finger against my temple to illustrate. I bat my wispy lashes and sulk. “But you don't…jus’a stupid, cock-hungry bimbo.” He chuckles. “You do a terrible job at keeping quiet, ‘Bun…S’pitiful, really, how desperate you are to get fucked.” His hands wander down my body again, this time with a harsher touch. I just lay silently and take everything he gives me. “Thought I’d never say a fucking word, didn’t you?” With both hands, he pinches my nipples and pulls until my mouth opens with a gasp. He then lowers his head down and sucks onto my tongue. I moan, pushing myself upwards to try and get more of him. But he shoves me back down by my shoulders and grunts. “Can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t say anything when you go fucking yourself silly with those cute little toys you hide in your drawer…” He sits up on his knees and unbuttons the rest of his shirt, then unzips his pants, pushing them down far enough so that his erection is no longer strained by his tight trousers. The material of his boxer briefs has a wet patch near his tip and my nails dig into the belt wrapped around my wrists. He kicks his pants the rest of the way off and grips his length with one of his aggressive hands. “…While I’m right next door jerking this big, hard cock as you make a goddamn mess of yourself in here…” I moan at the sight of him—his bare abdomen now exposed as his dress shirt hangs on his shoulders, rolled up at the elbows. He traps me in with his hands cradling my head, then pulls down at my chin with his thumbs to signal for me to open my mouth. “…With my name on your tongue…” He spits and lets the saliva drip down into my mouth. Once it lands, he clutches my face with one hand and whispers, “Swallow.” I do as he says. “Mm, good girl.”

“And what’s with you bein’ so quiet today, huh? I’m used to you always runnin’ this mouth. I should start putting it to better use, hm? Shut you up by fucking your throat and jus’ come all over your pathetic face. Would that teach you?” My heart is pounding relentlessly in my ears. My lips separate in an attempt to release some sort of verbal response. It’s no use, though. I’m frozen and speechless. He sees my gaped mouth as an opportunity to shove two of his long fingers inside. I instinctively purr at finally having my oral fixation satiated, closing my lips and suckling. His skin tastes faintly of my own essence, but also of him. He’s literally got me wrapped around his fucking fingers. But I can’t say I’m mad about it. My body is shaking with anticipation. I need him. “Such a spoiled brat, y’know tha’? I’m bein’ much too nice to you…” He slaps my cheek with his other hand. “…I don’t think you even deserve my cum. But you’re just a pretentious little princess who's got empty holes needing to be filled.” My sight has gotten all watery and blurry. I’ve never been spoken to like this before. He pouts mockingly. “You poor baby…You’ve never been properly fucked, have you? Basically a virgin.” He groans out at his own revelation. “God…probably so tight…I’m gonna fucking ruin this cunt, baby.” I suck his fingers deeper, slurping on them while drool leaks out and I gaze wantonly at Harry. “Aw, look at you…sucking on me for dear life…I love seeing how badly you need it…” My eyes roll back at his insults. “What would our friends say if they saw you like this, hm? I wonder if they know how much of a filthy whore you are…how much you’ve begged for my cock to fill you…‘Should be ashamed of yourself, Bunny.” 

“Mmhh…” I wordlessly hum against his hand.

He pulls his wet digits down—smearing my lower lip and chin with my spit. 

Harry smirks at my glassy-eyed stare. “…Mm, you love this, don’t you? You love it when I’m mean.” I swallow some of the excess saliva on my tongue and lay my head back, closing my eyes. And he says I’m the tease…Fuck, I wanna see that cock already. I wanna FEEL it, goddamnit!

“Please, Daddy…I want you.” I whimper, feeling my throat ache as if I’m close to starting the waterworks just to get some dick around here. “Oh, I know, sweetheart. I know.” He stamps light kisses down my neck. The lips that graze across my hypersensitive skin linger. Harry inhales deeply through his nose, nuzzling his face into a pile of my long ringlets. Lowering his pitch to a soft whisper, he professes, “You’ve always had me, Bunny. And you’ll always be mine.” My lashes flutter as a wave of goosebumps trickles down my back and I struggle holding in a sob at his confession. I hum, nudging my face against his for his attention. He peers up at me with those lively green eyes now, as just Harry, and I tentatively lower my arms—still bound by his belt—downwards until my wrists are behind his neck. Before I even have the forethought of taking the lead, his lips are covering mine. The warmth this kiss exudes isn’t just physical. It’s a kiss that serenades three words into my heart without making a single sound. We’ve made a silent understanding of who we are—who we will be—he and I. 

Because this is mine and Harry’s house…and Harry’s finally home.

Our lips release slowly, our shallow breaths mixing together as we stare at one another in silent adoration. Harry nuzzles my nose with his and mumbles for me, “Y/N?” Don’t get me wrong, I love his little nicknames for me. But hearing the drawl of his voice as he says my name…it hits different, y’know? “Yeah?” I rasp, swallowing the croakiness in my throat. He removes my arms from around his neck and begins unbuckling the belt. My brows pull together as I’m watching my wrists find freedom. “W-why—?” Harry interrupts me before I finish my question. “—I want you to be able to touch me, sweetheart.” The affirmation comes out whilst he kisses the faint marks where the belt bit into my delicate skin. I breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh…” Then Harry finishes his statement that I didn’t realize needed to be finished. “Because… unless you push me off right now, I won’t stop fucking you until you make me a real daddy.” I lay beneath him with my mouth agape, eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed…and there go the lazy kegels again. He wants to breed me.

Both of our mothers are gonna be pissed if he doesn’t put a ring on my finger first…but there’s no way in hell I’m pushing him off of me. I’d never push him off. Of course I want this. Does he want this?

“A-are you s—” “—I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life, Y/N.” 

Either I’m an impossibly slow talker, or he’s incredibly impatient. Stop fucking interrupting me…also, why are we still tALKING?!

I blink at him and try to suppress my smile. My hands slip their way up his smooth chest and brush up through his perfectly disheveled hair. I’m marveling at how my gentle fingers cause his body to shudder and arch into me. I watch him as he’s breathing heavily above me, eyes hooded, mouth parted, and I glance down at his underwear and see that the wet spot is twice its previous size. Not to mention, the throbbing appendage kept inside is visibly twitching and jerking in its confines. I know I shouldn’t taunt the man, but my hands are busy…

“Awe, Daddy, you’re so hard for me, you’re almost as wet as I am.” I giggle. Harry’s eyes snap open and his brows ruffle with a furocity I suddenly recognize as dangerous territory. It seems I haven’t learned my lesson after the first time I poked the bear. My fingers halt their massaging. “Uh-oh.” I gulp. Sliding my hands down his neck and resting them on his shoulders, I await my scolding. With visible agitation, Harry grits, “Uh-oh is right, Bunny…Now flip over.” I hesitate, giving him a pleading look.

Was he serious about that being my last opportunity to tap out of this? 

“Now!” I gasp and struggle to turn onto my stomach as he looms over me, caging me in with his arms. But I manage to wiggle around and awkwardly fall onto my front. My hair tickles my face. What now? Ouch, my boobs…ugh…my shirt is all twisted around my arms and back. Goddamnit. Harry laughs at me and my obvious discomfort, then carefully sweeps all my hair away from my face and neck. I sigh, turning my head to peek up at him expectantly. Holding my hair in his fist, he leans down—pressing his clothed erection into my ass. “Lemme ask you something, did you honestly think you were gonna slow me down with that silly resisting act earlier, hm? Sayin’ ‘No, please, stop, Harry,’ ” he mocks, using an exaggerated high-pitched voice to rudely impersonate me. “As if you’re not frothing at the mouth for my cock…” Laughing cruelly, he roughly yanks me up onto my hands and knees and forces my back to arch by pulling my head back by my hair. With his free hand, he grabs and gropes at my panty-clad ass. I can feel it jiggle as he plays around with it. “...My God, you’re a terrible liar. You only made me want you more.” I clench my inner walls, fighting against the wave of hot arousal drizzling out from my pussy lips, further drenching the crotch of my panties.

As I squeeze the plush of my thighs closed to remedy my achy clit, I’m hit with a sharp pain on my right buttcheek. I wail out in shock as another slap comes down hard onto the left shortly afterwards, the cool air of the room stinging my burning skin. “Such a bad bunny…pretending to deny me what’s rightfully mine…” Another lash, this time on my outer thigh. He wraps the length of my hair around his fist and pulls until my back touches his chest. The bottom hem of my baggy t-shirt slowly slips down and falls to cover my naked breasts, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry. He bites my ear and gropes me harshly over the fabric. His fingers pinch and rub one of my nipples through the rough cotton, coaxing a loud mewl out of me. “Mmmmmhhheeeee!” I squirm and writhe, but that just angers the man. “…Let me get this through your silly little-girl brain, all right?” I nod my head. “Please, tell me, Daddy.” 

He’s silent for a beat. 

I think consistently obeying him caught him off-guard this time. My mouth twitches and I force my smirk down with a bite to my lower lip. Sensing him expecting it, I carefully begin rotating my head to steal a glance at Harry. His tight grasp on my hair allows for me to do so, of which when I finally do make eye-contact, he closes in from the side and gives me a heated kiss, holding my face between his thumb and forefinger. When he releases my lips, he still keeps me in place with that hand and stares closely into my eyes whilst declaring, “I own you.” I gaze back unblinkingly, losing my ability to function the more I allow his engorged pupils to dilate. Just as my corneas burn and I tear up, he kisses me again and drops me back onto my hands and knees. Blinking my dazed eyes brings me back to reality—reminds me that I need to arch my back and present my ass for Harry. 

Both hands grasp at my ass now. And both seem to have a plan as they slowly slide up and down my curves, shoving my t-shirt up my back and gently squeezing every part of me that’s squishable. “How dare you attempt to refuse me—to not consent to me—as if you have a bloody fucking choice…?!” His voice booms throughout the room and he snatches my hair once again. “...How…” *Slap!* *Yelp!* “...Fucking…” *Slap!* *Squeal!* “...Dare you…” *Slap, slap, slap, slap!* A gasp escapes my throat and I squeak at the man. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry!” My bottom lip quivers and my image blurs with hot tears. Fuck. The reddening flesh of my ass and thighs is then unexpectedly met with gentle caresses and the slippery, wet mouth of my disciplinarian. He lets my hair fall down my back in loose curls and I shakily lift my upper half up by my weak arms to see what Harry’s up to. He’s covering my inflamed backside with healing licks and kisses. If the air didn’t sting so badly when his cooling spit was exposed to it, I’d find this to be comforting. However, I’m still very much feeling my punishment. 

That’s not to say I didn’t like it…

His nimble fingers slip under the waistband of my pink panties, pulling them down whilst kissing down my raw skin and cooing. I suck in a breath as the fabric is finally removed from my slit. I don’t even care at this point, but I do feel a tad bit prouder knowing that I’d used up a waxing coupon and got the whole shebang just a couple days ago. I’m such a lucky bunny with my timing. My underwear is slowly slid off my feet and onto the floor, and without another beat, I feel a warm tongue flatten over my clit and slick itself all the way up to my ass. A strangled moan escapes my throat and my upper body collapses down onto the bed—leaving my knees bent and spread for Harry to dive head-first. And that, he does. He slurps and sucks on my cunt like he’s drinking the juice of a sacred fruit that he’s never tried before. As if this is his first and only chance to sip the nectar of the rarest bloom in this lifetime. He doesn’t even waste his time fucking me with his fingers, his hands are too preoccupied spreading me open and groping me all over. There’s no room for them anyway when his tongue or his nose is shoved deep inside me as he pushes my body deeper into the mattress. “Oh, God!” I gasp. Harry hums against my clit and sucks on it, making me repeat myself. “Oh, GOD! YES!” 

“Mmm, yeah, scream f’me, baby.” He groans between sucks and lappings. I roll my eyes. Bastard. I decide to take the insult back when his ravenous tongue skims up my crack and circles the tight ring there. “Auhhh…fuuuuck...” I moan. That shouldn’t feel as good as it does…I’ve never been into butt stuff before…and yet, here I am—my ass spread wide open by, well, the love of my life who’s eating me like he’s working to find the center of my tootsie pop—almost considering the possibility…

…I hate this man.

He journeys back down to my leaking pussy, flicking my clit with the very tip of his tongue back and forth so effortlessly fast that my whole body quivers. It’s such a light touch, but in an area so stimulating that it’s tightening that coil inside me in record time. My breath is uneven and shaky. My legs wobble and are threatening to squeeze closed around his face. I’m debating whether it’s worth it to reach behind me and just shove his face into my cunt so I can have some relief…but I know better than to make a dumb move like that. Instead, I push back against his tongue and wiggle my hips with a desperate whine. “Mmmmhhh Daddy, pleeeease!” 

But to my chagrin, he ignores me entirely. I’m clenching and unclenching my vaginal walls, pathetically pleading for him to give them something to hold onto. Anything. Fuck—even my ass is pulsing for attention now. “Ughhh!” My groan is muffled by the duvet, but I make a point to drag it out. Finally, I receive a reaction from Harry. His tongue takes a hiatus, my clit is relieved from its torture, and I’m roughly tugged around until I’m flat on my back. 

“Mmmhh nooo! Wait!” I whimper, pouting whilst I watch him wipe my wetness off his face with the panties he’d tossed aside earlier. They were already soaked through, but now all the material has my musky sweetness covering it. He smirks. “These are mine now.”

I huff and cross my arms over my chest with a scrunched up face. He lets out a guffaw and combs his fingers through his messy, silky hair. “Hm, is my sweet Bunny mad that I didn’t make her come?” He taunts, climbing back onto the bed and atop of me. I stay still and silent. Once a brat, always a brat. I don’t know what to tell ya…

Harry gently wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. “I know you’re just a brainless bimbo, but do you remember what Daddy said about using your words, baby?” His voice is all low and silky, and it’s not fucking fair because that makes being a stubborn bitch a lot harder. Damnit. And my nipples are hard again. I just want him inside me so fucking badly that I’m close to having a mental breakdown. I’m not even joking anymore. I’m ovulating and I’m hormonal and I’m hornier than any other literal bunny rabbit on this fucking planet. I’m never going to get fucked, am I? It’s all just another silly little dream of mine, isn’t it…and Harry Edward Styles will be the death of me.

I blink back tears. I sniffle and shut my eyes tightly. Harry’s eyes follow the tear’s slippery path down my cheek until it drips onto his hand. He can’t tell if he’s actually hurt my feelings this time. By the looks of me, he thinks he has. My strewn panties beg to differ. He frowns down at me and rubs soft swirls against my clit. “You want me to use this pussy, sweetheart?” The way he proceeds is somewhere between loving and condescending. He leans back, ditching the remnants of his clothing, and finally unleashes the pulsing appendage from the prison that was his boxer briefs. It’s shiny and dark pink. Staring at it and drooling seems to be all I can do at the moment. He returns to me and carefully lifts my t-shirt over my head and removes it altogether. The two of us are completely bare now.

I probably shouldn’t be as into this as I am…I should feel wary of what’s about to happen. I should be looking for a condom. But I can’t. I won’t. I want him to have his way with me, raw. The right way. And I’m gonna give him a baby.

The atmosphere in the room has changed. The natural light that had been peeking through my blinds earlier is no longer present as the sun has now set. My room is only illuminated by faint fairy lights hanging above us, casting a soft glow upon Harry’s skin. They just barely reflect through his eyes as he looks down at me, and I gaze up at him. He takes my thick legs and bends them at my knees, holding them up by the creamy bottoms of my thighs so that my pussy is completely exposed to him. Exposed in all its natural glistening beauty. My hair is splayed out on the bed whilst his curls fall, and others stick with sweat, down his forehead.

All I hear is the sounds of our breathing and my own heartbeat as it echoes in my ears. His hips move forward, the foreskin of his cock already pulled back, and the head taps my clit. Both of us watch as a string of his precum keeps us connected  when he bobs his dick up and off my skin. Harry then settles himself at my dripping entrance, teasingly pushing just the tip in and out. This prodding is immediately met with faint, wet, squelching noises. I glance back up to Harry and see that his eyebrows are pinched together with carnal amusement and pleasure. But I can’t take this any longer. Pure sin has consumed every rational thought in my brain. “Make yourself a daddy, Harry.” Whispering those words and fluttering my eyelashes up at him are the only invitation he needs to lunge into pure chaos. And within the next second, he thrusts his hips forwards and effortlessly sheathes his entire length inside of me. I choke on the moan in my throat and my eyes roll back. “Ohhh…so tight, baby. Feel so…fucking good.” I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, like he’s fighting off his orgasm just after the first pump. He pulls out completely and pushes all the way back in, slowly picking up his pace. In a needy frenzy, I’m lifting my hips to meet his—fucking myself on his cock. “Fuck…you’re amazing…I should’ve done this the night I fucking met you, goddamnit,” he grunts. I nod repeatedly, having a difficult time putting words together. “Ugh, yes, you should’ve—fuck—you should’ve…oh, my God!” His eyes darken and I feel his hand collide with my cheek, making me gasp and grind upwards so my clit rubs against his pelvic bone. “Oh my god, yes!” I moan, throwing my head back. “Fuck!” I’ve turned ravenous at this point. His earlier statement describing me as brainless is now strengthening in integrity with every slick push inside me. “How dare you…how fucking dare you hide this body from me? You’re mine…” He’s practically growling in my ear. “…Mine…”

“…All…” *thrust* “…Of this…” *thrust* “...is…” *thrust* “…mine…” *thrust* He articulates between hard bucks of his hips. I whine and pout up at him, my breasts bouncing to and fro with every harsh slap of his skin against mine. “You filthy little bitch…always fucking yourself with your tiny fingers until you’ve bloody passed out…forcing me to come on myself when you’re just a room away…when you’ve been begging f’me through the wall…” He groans and hits my other cheek briskly. “…Sayin’ my name over ‘n over again like I’m not even there…it’s extremely rude of you, innit, Bunny?” I nod my head the best I can and whimper out, “Yes-s. You’re ri-ight. I-I’m sorry, D-Daddy…I’m s-sorry, Harry-y.” Harry scoffs and buries his face down between my jiggling tits, licking and sucking and biting all over them. He then pulls his face away and slaps both of them, back and forth, watching them bounce and redden from the impact. “You’re just a set of holes for me to come into whenever I want, aren’t you? Just a babbling little fucktoy…wanting me to toss ya ‘round and fuck you senseless.” 

“Ohhh-my-god-yes!” I’m in absolute, utter bliss right now. Every hit of his palm, every toss of his hips, every time he degrades me—it all makes my lower tummy spark. The state of ecstasy I’m in is so strong that I don’t even have control over my body anymore. I’m pleading and begging and praising, grabbing and pulling and squeezing, all as if my limbs are possessed and the words I speak are merely from the voice of my subconscious. It’s all so chaotic—yet, the intimacy and closeness of our two bodies is so cohesive. It’s real. It’s emotional. It’s us.

This is how I’m meant to be fucked. This is what I’ve always needed. No one has ever exceeded every need the way that Harry is right now. And Harry has never felt so needed…So powerful. He wants to be this close to me for the rest of his existence. The sweet notes of my perfume mixed with the natural aroma of both our sexes are healing emotional wounds better than tea and honey cure a sore throat. I’m his, finally his.

His drenched cock ruthlessly stretches my sloppy-wet hole. Every plunge earns him another gush of hot juice that just seeps out from my lips as if I’m melting an ice cube inside of me. “I’m gonna fucking come…” he moans out, sweat dripping from his hairline. I squeeze around him. I’m close too. “…Fuck, Bun’…gonna pump all my cum inside this pretty cunt. That’s what you’ve always wanted, yeah? Want me to get y’knocked up?” My back arches off the bed. “Please…” He lowers his head down to suck on one of my nipples. “…Yes! Please come in me. Fuck…please! I’ve been so good for you, Daddy…” Harry lets my tit go with a ‘pop’ and grunts animalistically. “Mmm, you think you deserve it? Think you’ve earned my load, huh?” He ends his sentence with a single hard thrust and holds his hips still until we both are panting and dying to keep fucking—thus only lasting a few seconds before he’s rocking his hips furiously once more. I cry out, “Please come inside me. Give me all of it. Please, please, please!” Hot tears are actually streaming down my cheeks, cascading down to my neck, and some even dripping onto my bouncing breasts. Harry doesn’t let them go to waste, diving down to lap up the drops and trace the salty trails up my neck with his tongue. The strong grip of his ringed hand covers my throat. “You’re so pretty when you cry, Y/N.” He sighs and kisses my wet cheeks. “You’re gonna give me a baby.” I’m gonna give him a baby. “Let me give you a baby, Harry.” His hips stutter. “Oh my god, I love you.” 

He pounds into me almost at a violent pace. The smacking of my fleshy thighs against his hips sounds so clearly like fucking. So desperate. So hard. Both of us swimming upstream, and gladly drowning in our own oceans of pleasure. I scream out and weakly grasp my dainty fingers around the front of his neck—mirroring his grip on mine–and I pull his face down so I can press my lips to his. The jerking of his hips becomes labored. The rhythm is sloppy. I can feel him twitch and pulse inside of me. “I love you,” I gasp against his lips.

The dam breaks. He curses and moans and juts his hips up into me mercilessly as if his life depends on it. His cum shoots out in long spurts, coating my womb with sticky white seed. I can feel each jet of release as it overflows me and drips down my ass, and a burst of cum hits my most sensitive spot. My own orgasm is triggered abruptly. I don’t even register my fingers reaching down to start rubbing my swollen clit. My pussy tightens around Harry like a vice and milks him for every last drop as he slowly pumps in and out of me, watching his cum-covered dick slide effortlessly while he chuckles and moans—still so turned on even in the aftermath of our debauchery. Within seconds, his entire body falls and his face buries itself in my hair. His cock is still sheathed deep inside me. It’s barely softened, still throbbing and twitching. Both of us are wheezing for breath. Every muscle has exerted its maximum amount of energy. The bed is our last support, holding the two of us in a pretzel of limbs snugly against its sheets. After a few minutes of breath regulation, Harry carefully pulls himself out of me. His cum then slowly flows out and covers my slit all the way down to my bum and onto the bed. Harry watches and smiles for a moment before looking back up to my flushed post-climax face—my eyelids heavy and a stupid grin on my lips that eventually turns into a giggle fit. The laughter is contagious and Harry ends up following suit. 

Seemingly remembering the mess between my legs, Harry rakes a hand through his sweaty hair and looks back down to see his delectably messy creampie. “Oh…Shit. ‘M sorry, Bunny. Hold on.” He yanks himself up and off the bed, still stark naked, and makes haste towards the bathroom. But by the time he comes back with wet washcloths and a towel, I’m making a bigger mess. I’ve got both legs bent up to my chest, two of my fingers fucking his cum back into my pussy and curling up against my g-spot. I squeeze and moan as I climax against my hand, and I refuse to stop at just one. On my back with spread legs, I breathlessly ride my cum-covered fingers as Harry watches in awe. His spent cock flexes in approval of the sight before him. “You’re so fucking hot.” He grunts before dropping everything onto the floor and removing my hand, replacing it with himself. He slicks the underside of his cock up and down my drenched, sticky slit a few times, then pushes back home, making me sob as I orgasm around him again. He slowly grinds his pelvis into mine in a circular motion, ensuring he’s at his deepest point. Suddenly, I feel him sucking on my fingers, licking up our combined spend as his pelvic bone rubs my clit in slow strokes. I reach my face up to his for a taste and he grants me full access to his mouth, our tongues swirling together. But I want more. I lick up the last of his cum from my fingers hungrily. 

“Ugh. Such a slut…fuck.” He groans, and I feel his cock release a couple more spurts of cum inside me. 

A few minutes later, Harry and I are in the shower together. I’m hugging his middle as he slowly massages and rinses the shampoo from my hair with the handheld shower head. “Bunny?” My eyes are closed, enjoying this warm, peaceful wash session. Hearing Harry’s raspy voice makes me instinctually cuddle closer to his chest and smooth my fingertips down his back. “Mmhmm,” I hum against the slippery wing of a swallow. Suddenly, I’m aware of his fast heart rate and I’m no longer at peace. My eyelids pop open. “Harry…?” He releases a heavy sigh and hangs the shower head back up behind me before taking my hair in his hands and gently squeezing the water out. Still not saying a word. Now my heart is pounding. I grab his wrists and look up at him tentatively, but he pulls them down until he can encase my fingers with his. “I…” He hesitates.

Does he regret it now? Is this it? Is this the moment when my heart gets stomped on and shoved down the drain like undesirable mush? I think I’m gonna throw up—“I want you to know that I meant what I said…I love you, Y/N…” His eyes gloss over and he looks up at the ceiling to fight the growing moisture. “…And I know I probably just inseminated you, but—” We both laugh and he blushes. “But, uhm…fuck…I guess it’s a bit awkward to do this in the shower, innit…,” he gives me a lopsided grin, dimples and all. So cute. Whilst I’m distracted by Harry’s beauty, I’m slow to acknowledge how the man is cautiously kneeling down onto the slippery tile. My breath catches. “I, uh…” He clears his throat when his voice cracks. I’m suddenly extremely self-conscious due to the angle change, yet Harry is gazing up at me like I’m some sort of holy angel from the heavens. The foot he’s leaning his weight upon slips a little, and he grabs onto my thigh and I hold his shoulders as he finds his balance. I giggle at the situation—partially because of his clumsiness, and partially because I don’t really know what’s happening. The hot water sprinkles down lightly over the two of us like rain, droplets running down our bodies and the glass walls. Harry slips off his ‘S’ ring and takes a hold of my left hand. “…This is just a placeholder for now…but…Y/N…” He plants a soft kiss on the top of my hand. “…Will you marry me?” Holy fucking shit.

“Oh, so we’re just gonna skip the whole dating thing then?” His face immediately falls. “W-wha—” “—Am I not worth courting, Harry?” I give him my best sulk and he buys it. Ope, I guess I thought he’d call my bluff right away…Gotta shut this down! 

I smile brightly and nod. “Fucking-duh, I’ll marry you, silly!” He playfully scoffs at my joke, sliding the too-large-ring on my little ring finger and stands back up to his full height—almost a foot taller than me. I’m then shoved against the back tile wall, one of my legs hiked up and draped over his elbow. I gasp as he enters me without warning. He bucks into me hard, brutal, slow. Each sound that he fucks out of me is louder and higher-pitched than the last. “Yeah, of course you’ll marry me, huh…be a good little housewife f’me…wait ‘til I come home every night so I can fuck another pint of my cum into your tight little twat…would you like that, Bunny? Hm?” I whine and clutch onto his hair with one hand as the other squeezes his strong shoulder. “Yes…it’s already my favorite part of the day…” He chuckles darkly against my lips before biting them. “‘N what’s that, Bun’?” 

“Mmmhh…when Harry’s home!” I exclaim weakly, my ass smacking against the wet wall behind me. “Mmm, Harry’s home, baby…Harry’s home.”

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Sorry it took forever. I wanted to make it exactly the way I wanted. I hope you liked it.

:) ~ Regan

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Funny HOTD idea:

I just had this very funny idea that when Rhaenyra and her family come to Kingslanding to defend Lucerys claim and the Greens see their nephews and sister after so many years it is season two Jacaerys with the curls that they see.

The reason for this is that I want everyone to see Jacaerys and be shocked at how pretty he is. Particularly I want Helaena to see this and immediately be angry at her mother. Here is an incredibly attractive, noble, kind young man who she could have been married to.

Helaena knows that there were talks of a betrothal but that her mother pushed for her to wed Aegon. She made her peace with it and it helped that last time she saw Jace he was a child. Helaena does not want to be married to Aegon but she also does not want to be married to a child.

But Jace is back now and he is gorgeous and kind and dances with her. I just have this hilarious image in my head of Helaena just blue screening when she sees Jace and then looking at her mother all offended like: I could have married that!!!!! And instead you married me to that!!!! (Cue a drunk Aegon who is sweaty and smells like Flea Bottom).

I just want to see Helaena go off on her mother. “Not only did you put in motion the Dance of the Dragons where pretty much everyone in our family will die and the dragons will go extinct leading to our house being almost eradicated BUT you also married me to a drunken rapist when I could have married JACAERYS!!!! Do you HATE me!!!!!”

I just get such a kick out of imagining kind, docile Helaena going full Targaryen on her mother over her nephew. She is so indignant that she did not get to marry pretty, noble Jacaerys and now because of her mother Baela gets to. Although Aegon the Conqueror did have two wives…

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Oii depois de muito tempo kkkk eu gostaria de pedir um concept com os número 1, 11 e 18.

Sdd disso tudo

Frases:Bem, me desculpe por ter me apaixonado por você, ok? Mas aconteceu e eu não posso fazer nada sobre isso./ Por que você tem que fazer com que manter distância de você seja tão difícil?/Você diz que sabe tudo sobre mim, mas nunca percebeu que eu tenho sentimentos por você, nem uma vez?

NotaAutora: Para você meu amor eu fiz é logo um imagine só pela saudade que estava de você aqui💗

Sinopse: S/n é assistente de Harry e depois de longos dois anos ela ainda se recusa a aceitar que tem uma queda por seu chefe.

The Assistent

NotaAutora: Aproveitem e não se esqueçam de deixar um comentário se gostar 💗



S/N sempre acreditou que conhecia Harry melhor do que qualquer pessoa. Como assistente pessoal dele nos últimos dois anos, ela estava envolvida em cada detalhe de sua vida. Desde os horários de shows até as preferências alimentares durante as longas turnês, ela estava ali para organizar e antecipar cada uma de suas necessidades. No entanto, havia algo que ela nunca soube como gerenciar: a forma como ele a fazia se sentir.

Ele não era mais apenas Harry Styles, o pop star mundialmente famoso. Para ela, ele era Harry, a pessoa que a desarmava com um sorriso e a fazia questionar sua própria racionalidade. A proximidade constante, seja nos camarins ou nas viagens para shows, tornava o controle sobre suas emoções uma tarefa impossível.

Naquela manhã, S/N tentou, como sempre, manter a compostura. A rotina era sua armadura. Preparou o café exatamente como ele gostava — forte, sem açúcar, e com uma pitada de canela. Quando ele entrou no estúdio de gravação, ela já estava esperando com a xícara em mãos.

— Bom dia, Sr. Styles — disse, oferecendo o café  tentando esconder a ansiedade que surgia toda vez que ele estava por perto.

Harry pegou a xícara, seus dedos roçando os dela por um breve segundo, sentando- se, ela permaneceu imóvel parada a sua frente tentando controlar as batidas rápidas de seu coração.

— Obrigado, S/N — Agradeceu com sua voz suave e familiar.

Ela forçou um sorriso profissional, era sua forma de criar uma distância segura, de se proteger de qualquer possível vulnerabilidade.

— Precisa de mais alguma coisa?

— Sim, na verdade. — Ele inclinou-se um pouco, os olhos fixos nos dela. — Pode parar de me chamar de "Sr. Styles"?

Ela congelou, sentindo um nó no estômago.

— Desculpe, estou acostumada a manter as formalidades — respondeu, quase instintivamente.

— E eu não estou acostumado com isso. — O sorriso travesso que ela conhecia tão bem surgiu em seus lábios. — Me chame de Harry, somos próximos o suficiente, não acha?

Ela sentiu o gosto amargo da ansiedade enquanto seus dentes capturavam o lábio inferior, ela tentou não vacilar diante do olhar dele.

— Tudo bem, Harry.

Ele riu, algo nele parecia relaxado, mas ao mesmo tempo provocador.

— Muito melhor. — Seus olhos não deixavam os lábios dela. — E também pode não fazer isso — Harry tinha seu tom de voz mais baixo agora, quase como um apelo.

— Parar de fazer o quê? — Ela o olhou confusa.

— Morder o lábio assim — Harry inclinou-se para frente, os olhos caindo para sua boca novamente antes de subir de volta aos olhos dela. — É uma distração... E eu realmente preciso me concentrar hoje.

O calor subiu ao rosto dela, ela se afastou instintivamente, tentando se recompor, mas era tarde demais, seu corpo parecia estar em chamas.

— Desculpe... Harry. — O nome soou novamente, mais familiar agora.  — Eu não farei.

— Obrigado. — Ele sorriu de lado, como se soubesse exatamente o que acabou de causar nela.

...

Era sexta-feira e o clima da equipe de Harry estava mais leve do que o habitual, não haveria shows nesse fim de semana então todos estavam de bom humor, principalmente depois de uma semana produtiva e bem-sucedida.

Quando Jeff sugeriu um happy hour para comemorar, S/n tentou se esquivar, mas foi convencida pela insistência de Sarah.

— Vai ser bom para relaxar, S/N! — disse Sarah, praticamente arrastando-a para fora do estúdio.  — Você precisa se divertir um pouco, sempre vejo você tão séria, precisa se divertir.

— Eu realmente não sou muito de sair… — S/n murmurou, mas foi em vão.

O grupo já estava animado, e ela acabou cedendo. Harry também estava lá, normalmente ele não participava desses eventos mais casuais com a equipe, mas naquela noite ele parecia mais à vontade, interagindo com os colegas. Mesmo de longe, S/n sentia a presença dele. No bar, as conversas fluíam e o som de risadas preenchia o ambiente, mas S/n se mantinha um pouco afastada, evitando álcool e focando em manter sua postura profissional. Conforme a noite avançava, as pessoas começaram a ir embora aos poucos. S/n aproveitou para ir também, ela já estava se preparando para chamar um táxi quando Harry apareceu atrás dela.

— Está indo embora? — perguntou ele, sua voz suave.

— Sim, já está tarde…

— Eu também estou indo, podemos dividir, se quiser. — A sugestão de Harry parecia inocente e ela acabou aceitando.

O homem acenou e em menos de dois minutos já estavam embarcando. Dentro do táxi, o silêncio entre eles era denso, a cidade passava pelas janelas, as luzes refletindo em seus rostos, mas o foco de S/n estava virada para a janela, mas ela podia sentir  o quão próximo Harry estava, o calor de sua presença fazia seu coração bater rápido. Harry tinha seus olhos fixos nela, observando-a como se estivesse pesando cada palavra antes de falar.

— Você realmente leva seu trabalho a sério, não é? — Ele quebrou o silêncio a fazendo virar para ele.

— Oi? O que disse? — Ela virou lentamente  encontrando seus vidrados nela.

— Eu disse que você leva  seu  trabalho muito a sério.

— Bem, eu tento… — respondeu ela, um pouco confusa com a pergunta.

— Você nunca relaxa. — Ele olhou pela janela, antes de voltar os olhos para ela. — Você está sempre tão distante, nunca se permite com o grupo, eu sempre me pergunto se é por minha causa.

Ela franziu o cenho, sem entender bem onde ele queria chegar.

— Não sei do que você está falando. — Respondeu, sentindo-se um pouco defensiva. — Eu me divirto sim, eu gosto da equipe, eu gosto de trabalhar para você, se é o que realmente está perguntando.

—  Se você gosta de trabalhar para mim, então por que parece que você esta sempre tentando ficar longe de mim?

S/n, sem perceber, mordeu o lábio inferior nervosamente, antes que pudesse responder, Harry inclinou-se levemente para ela, chegando tão perto de seu ouvido que podia sentir o calor de sua respiração.

— Já não te disse para não morder os lábios? — Murmurou com sua voz rouca. — Você não faz ideia do efeito que isso tem sobre mim.

S/n congelou por um momento, sentindo o corpo inteiro ficar tenso.

S/n sentiu seu coração acelerar ainda mais.

O que ele estava dizendo?

Por que ele estava dizendo aquilo agora?

— Desculpe... — tentou responder, mas sua voz saiu mais como um sussurro, as palavras estavam presas na garganta.

Harry apenas a olhou por mais um momento, antes de se inclinar lentamente em sua direção. Seus lábios macios foram de encontro aos dela a beijando,  apenas com alguns selinhos até finalmente a beijá-la. S/n congelou por alguns segundos, seu corpo resistia, mas inevitavelmente, ela acabou cedendo, se entregando totalmente aos lábios de Harry.

Assim que precisaram de fôlego, ela olhou para ele, os lábios ainda formigando pelo contato, o coração batendo forte demais.

— Harry… — começou a falar, mas o táxi parou em frente ao prédio dela, interrompendo-a.

Ele a encarou, os olhos verdes e indecifráveis.

— É melhor eu ir, boa noite, Harry.

— Boa noite, S/n.

S/n saiu do carro com as pernas trêmulas, sem saber o que pensar.

Aquilo não podia ser real.

Ela estava imaginando coisas.

Harry não podia estar interessado nela, não daquela maneira,  ele sempre foi alguém tão distante e inatingível.

O que tinha acabado de acontecer?

...

A manhã seguinte ao beijo foi um turbilhão de emoções para S/n. Ela não conseguiu dormir direito, revirando-se na cama e tentando entender o que havia acontecido. O toque de Harry, o calor de seus lábios ainda estavam frescos em sua mente, fazendo-a sentir-se confusa e inquieta.

Como aquilo tinha acontecido?

Como eles tinham cruzado aquela linha?

Ele estava bêbado! Essa era a única explicação que ela conseguia encontrar.

Era seu dia de folga, mas Harry havia enviado uma mensagem pedindo ajuda para organizar algumas coisas no estúdio. Ele mencionou que a recompensaria depois, mas isso só aumentou sua ansiedade.

Será que ele nem se lembrava do que havia acontecido entre eles?

Quando entrou no estúdio, com o coração na garganta, S/n sabia que precisava agir, precisava colocar um fim naquela situação antes que tudo ficasse fora de controle.

Manter a distância, manter o profissionalismo… Era o certo, certo?

Harry estava na sala de gravação, sentado em um banquinho e usando fones de ouvido, concentrado em uma nova música, ao vê-la entrar ele tirou um dos fones e a saudou com um sorriso que a deixou ainda mais confusa.

— Bom dia.

Ele ergueu os olhos por um breve momento, S/n sentiu o peso do olhar dele sobre ela, desviando o olhar rapidamente.

— Bom dia — respondeu ele, com um tom amigável.

— Harry... — sabia que não poderia adiar mais, porque se não dissesse agora ela não teria mais coragem de dizer, então respirou fundo mais uma vez e se aproximou dele. — Você se lembra de ontem?

— Sim, por que? — Arqueou as sobrancelhas.

— Tudo?

— Tudo.

— Então você se lembra...

— Do beijo.  — Ele sorriu mas não trouxe conforto a ela. — Sim, eu me lembro.

— Sobre ontem… — começou, evitando o olhar dele. — Eu sinto muito pelo que aconteceu, foi… foi um erro, eu não devia ter... eu não deveria ter me aproveitado do seu estado de embriaguez. — Ela hesitou, nervosa, confusa sobre de quem era realmente a culpa, mas sentia que precisava assumir a responsabilidade. — Eu não devia ter deixado isso acontecer.

— Você não tem nada do que se desculpar — Harry  não parecia tão preocupado como ela. — Eu fui o responsável, mas eu não deveria ter feito aquilo se te deixou desconfortável.

Ele estava arrependido, mas o que isso significava? Ele realmente bebeu? O álcool nublou seu julgamento, mas ele também fez a escolha de beijá-la?  Mordeu o lábio, segurando a onda de emoções que ameaçava transbordar.

— Eu sei que você provavelmente não estava em plena consciência ontem... — começou, sem deixar que ele falasse. — E eu não deveria ter deixado isso acontecer, prometo que vou manter distância a partir de agora. — Ela hesitou, as palavras saindo de forma forçada, porque parte de si não queria dizer aquilo. — Isso não vai acontecer de novo, eu vou me afastar para que isso nunca mais aconteça.

Harry se inclinou para trás no banquinho, cruzando os braços, claramente ponderando as palavras dela.

— Então é isso que você quer? Quer a gente mantenha a distância?

Era isso que ela deveria querer, era o que fazia sentido.

Eles trabalhavam juntos, era único caminho possível, certo?

— Sim. — Respondeu finalmente, embora a voz tenha saído fraca. — Isso é o melhor.

Harry respirou fundo, assentindo lentamente.

— Se é isso que você quer, então eu vou respeitar, vamos manter distância, S/n.

A maneira como ele disse seu nome a fez sentir um nó na garganta, parecia tão formal, tão distante, mas foi ela quem pediu por aquilo, e agora precisaria lidar com as consequências.

...

Nos dias que se seguiram após o beijo que compartilhavam, tanto S/n quanto Harry fizeram o possível para manter a promessa que haviam feito. Eles se esforçavam para evitar qualquer contato pessoal, limitando-se a interações estritamente profissionais — relatórios rápidos, discussões objetivas sobre o show, sem nunca prolongar as conversas, mas o que parecia uma solução, só intensificava a tensão.

Cada encontro acidental ou casual tornava a situação mais insuportável, era como se o ar ao redor deles estivesse carregado de uma energia incontrolável, que os puxava um para o outro mesmo quando tentavam se afastar, para S/n, cada interação com Harry se tornava um desafio, como se cada segundo perto dele ela estivesse à beira de perder o controle. Ela ainda tentava se convencer de que o beijo foi apenas um erro, talvez algo motivado pelo cansaço ou uma noite de excessos.

Harry, por outro lado, estava sendo consumido por seu desejo, cada vez que a via, ficava mais difícil manter a fachada de chefe, ele estava completamente ciente do que havia feito e sabia que aquele beijo não tinha sido impulsivo, foi algo que ele desejava há muito tempo, mas como poderia explicar isso a S/n, se ela parecia se esforçar tanto para negar o que havia entre eles?

Está manhã, depois de mais uma tentativa frustrada de se afastar, S/n caminhava em direção ao elevador do hotel para ir ao local do show resolver algumas pendências para a noite, ela precisava de ar, de distância, de qualquer coisa que a fizesse parar de pensar em Harry, mas assim que as portas do elevador se abriram, ele estava lá, já esperando.

Eles entraram juntos sem dizer uma palavra, o espaço parecia diminuir à medida que o elevador subia lentamente. S/n sentia a tensão crescer, e tentou de todas as maneiras evitar olhá-lo. O silêncio no elevador era opressor, quase sufocante, S/n tentava manter a calma, concentrando-se no painel à sua frente, mas a presença de Harry ao seu lado fazia seu coração disparar, foi no segundo que ela mordeu os lábios distraidamente que  Harry soltou um suspiro pesado, como se estivesse se segurando há muito tempo.

— Por que você tem que fazer com que manter distância de você seja tão difícil? — ele Indagou de repente, sua voz soando quase como um desabafo, quebrando o silêncio.

S/n se virou lentamente para encará-lo, surpresa com a intensidade em seus olhos.

— Eu não estou fazendo nada. — Sua voz saiu hesitante.

Ele deu um passo à frente quase a prensando contra parede fria do elevador.

— Eu estou cansado disso — Sussurrou, segurou a cintura dela. — S/n, eu não beijei você porque eu estava bêbado, eu beijei porque eu queria, como eu quero agora. — Ele sorriu antes de  ir ao encontro dos lábios dela.

Dessa vez, não houve hesitação, não havia dúvidas. O beijo era urgente, carregado de toda a frustração e desejo que ambos vinham segurando por tanto tempo. S/n, sem conseguir resistir, cedeu completamente, ela sentiu o gosto dele, a urgência do momento, tudo o que vinha tentando controlar explodiu ali, naquela pequena caixa de metal.

Quando o elevador finalmente parou no andar, eles se afastaram, ambos ofegantes, ela ainda sentia o calor dos lábios dele nos seus, mas a realidade rapidamente se impôs. Eles estavam em um hotel, prestes a descer para o show, cercados de pessoas, onde cada movimento seria observado, então apenas se separaram e seguiram seu caminho.

...

Depois de resolver tudo o que precisava, S/n sentiu se no sofá do camarim vazio de Harry para descansar um pouco, aquele beijo ainda latejava em sua mente.

— S/n? — Harry apareceu na porta. — Podemos conversar?

Ela virou lentamente, o coração disparado.

— Claro, precisa de alguma coisa para o show? — perguntou, tentando adotar um tom formal.

—  É sério? Nós acabamos de nos beijar no elevador e você ainda age assim?  Você realmente acha que eu posso simplesmente fingir que isso não aconteceu?

— O que você quer que eu faça? Por que eu realmente estou tentando entender o que aconteceu.

— Eu quero que a gente pare de fingir — Admitiu em voz baixa. — Pare de tentar manter distância, não dá mais, não pra mim.

S/n sentiu um calafrio, tudo o que ela mais temia estava acontecendo.

— Harry... foi um erro — Ela começou, tentando manter o controle. — Nós trabalhamos juntos, não podemos deixar isso atrapalhar.

Ele deu mais um passo à frente se sentando ao lado dela, os olhos fervendo de frustração.

— Eu tentei, tentei manter as coisas profissionais... — Ele parou por um momento, como se escolhesse as palavras certas. — Mas eu não consigo, não consigo fingir que não sinto nada por você.

— Então eu vou pedir demissão — Ela sussurrou, baixando os olhos. — Não quero fazer você se sentir assim.

Harry balançou a cabeça, frustrado.

— Você diz que sabe tudo sobre mim, mas nunca percebeu que eu tenho sentimentos por você, nem uma vez?— Ele deu aproximou-se ainda mais dela. — Durante dois anos, você foi minha assistente, como nunca percebeu que eu sempre senti algo por você?

Ela ficou sem palavras, porque em dois anos ela se convenceu de que era apenas trabalho, de que o que eles tinham era estritamente profissional. Agora, tudo estava sendo jogado diante dela e ela não sabia o que fazer com isso.

— Você não pode estar falando sério, Harry — Ela murmurou, tentando desesperadamente manter a razão. — Você não pode sentir isso.

— Bem, me desculpe por ter me apaixonado por você, ok? Mas aconteceu e eu não posso fazer nada sobre isso.

Tudo o que ela acreditava estar controlando desmoronou diante dela.

— Harry, eu... — Ela começou, mas parou, as palavras falhando.

— Me diz que você não sente nada. — Ele protestou.— Me diz que isso é só coisa da minha cabeça e eu vou embora agora, mas você tem que ser honesta comigo, honesta consigo mesma.

Ela fechou os olhos, tentando organizar os pensamentos, fugir não era mais uma opção, ela sabia que havia algo ali, algo que ela tinha negado por muito tempo.

— Isso é muito complicado, nós trabalhamos juntos, você é famoso, há tantas coisas que me dão medo, eu sou sua assistente, isso pode... pode acabar muito mal.

— Eu sei que pode, mas não posso continuar fingindo.

Ela abriu os olhos e o encontrou com um olhar sincero, quase vulnerável, o que a desarmou completamente. Harry não era o tipo de pessoa que mostrava fraquezas, mas ali estava ele, se expondo de uma forma que ela nunca imaginou.

— Eu também não consigo mais fingir — confessou ela, finalmente. — Mas... e o trabalho? E nós? Como vamos lidar com isso?

Ele suspirou, aliviado ao ouvir suas palavras, mas ainda ciente dos obstáculos que viriam pela frente.

— Nós encontramos um jeito — começou, determinado. — Podemos estabelecer limites no trabalho, mas fora daqui,   S/n, eu não quero mais me segurar, eu quero estar com você, quero poder te abraçar, sentir você, te beijar quando eu quiser.

Pela primeira vez, ela permitiu-se considerar a ideia de estar com ele.

— Eu também quero — disse ela, surpresa até consigo mesma. — Mas vai ser difícil com o trabalho, você tem certeza disso?

— Eu passei dois anos te querendo, eu não vou fugir agora.

Ela abriu a boca para responder, mas as palavras se perderam quando ele a puxou para si, colando seus lábios aos dela em um beijo carregado de todos os sentimentos que guardaram por tanto tempo.

— Eu nunca mais vou te soltar — Confessou, com uma intensidade que fez o coração dela acelerar ainda mais. — Não importa o quão complicado isso se torne, eu não consigo e não quero me afastar de você.

S/n sabia que os desafios ainda estavam por vir, que equilibrar o trabalho e seus sentimentos seria mais difícil do que imaginavam, mas naquele momento, com o gosto dos lábios de Harry nos seus, ela teve a certeza de que  apesar de todas as complicações nenhum dos dois estava disposto a desistir.

Obrigado por ler até aqui 💗 O feedback através de um comentário é muito apreciado!

[dreamconsumer]

WOW!!

[cinemastyles-blog]

You Think Of Me When Exactly?

Summary: a Wattpad request by mysticalrosean - “There was a girl at the show that had a sign saying " think of you when I shag my boyfriend" which I found really funny so I think it would make a good story where he sees that sign and he did acknowledge it he saw it for real haha but then make it so that he sees the girl again and remembers the sign she did and they end up fucking, also make it so he is dominant and kinda like teasing her about the fact she thinks of him while with her boyfriend or something also maybe turns out she doesn't actually have a bf so she just said that to get his attention haha”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, suggestive language, inappropriate sign, oral (both), fingering, protected sex, hair pulling, biting, fluff with nasty filth | I love this idea so much

Y/F/N -> your friends name

Master

HARRY’S HOUSE/CURRENT HARRY

You honestly didn’t think Harry would see your sign.

But he did.

“Okay ne- wow..” Harry stops talking and chuckles. The fans follow and erupt with laughter.

“Oh my god, y/n. He’s looking at your sign!” You friend elbows you and you’re in shock, “Oh my god.”

You hold the sign up that reads I THINK OF YOU WHEN I SHAG MY BOYFRIEND and smile.

“What’s your name?” Harry asks you.

“Y/n!” You yell but you weren’t loud enough so Harry asks you again, “What’s your name?”

He puts his hand to his ear, “Y/n?”

You nod quickly, “Yes! Yeah, y/n!”

He presses his hips together and shakes his head, “Where are you from y/n?”

You tell him where you’re from and he smirks, repeating the location, “Yeah, I thought so.” He chuckles and you cover your face as you laugh, sign still in your hand facing him.

He laughs, “Down Y/N!”

You’re shaking at this point and mumble words that don’t even make sense, “Fuck, oh my god.”

“Who’s that?” Harry asks pointing to someone who’s on someone’s shoulders, “What’s your name?”

The girl yells, “Ella!”

“Ella? You get down as well!”

The crowd laughs and you’re still in shock at the interaction.

“Yes, y/n. We’ve all seen the sign! Thank you very much!” Harry laughs, “This is a family show.”

The crowd screams and Harry whispers into the mic, “Or is it?”

You scream and cheer with the crowd.

“No, actually tonight it is, my mother is here.” The crowd screams and he looks back at you, “Yes, show a little decorum, y/n. Thank you.”

You laugh and cover your face, putting your sign down.

“This next song, wow this is the weird transition ever, we’re about to sing you a very sad song.”

The rest of the concert was a exhilarated blur. All you can think of was Harry calling out your sign.

“Down, y/n.” His words replayed in your head and you knew if you had the chance, you would definitely get down for him.

On your knees.

Mouth open.

You would let that man defile you in more ways you can imagine.

——

“Yeah I’m headed to the coffee shop now.” You tell y/f/n, “Yes. I’m coming. I’m on…” you look around for road signs, “I don’t see any road signs but I’m by that library looking building.”

You walk up to a man who has his back turned and you gently tap his shoulder, “Excuse me, could you possibly tell me wh-“

You stop dead in your words.

“You’re on Brightwalton Street, love.” Harry give you a cheeky smirk.

“I gotta call you back.” You hang up the phone as your friend is talking, “Um.. h-hi Harry.”

“Hello, y/n.”

Him remembering your name sends chills down your spine, “You remember my name?”

“Can’t forget someone who brings a sign like that to my shows.” He shrugs and puts his hands in his hoodie pocket, “Where ya headed?”

“To the um.. coffee shop that’s I think next block over.”

He nods, “Meeting your boyfriend, huh?”

You laugh and shake your head, “No, no. He’s um.. back home. I’m meeting the friend that was with me last night.”

“Nice, nice. We’ll I hope to see you around.” He goes to walk away but turns around, “Send me a message on insta, I’d love to chat with you again.”

All you can do is nod.

He smiles and puts his head down at he turns around and walks away.

You stand there in shock. Your phone rings and rings until you finally snap out of what just happened, “Yeah, I’m coming. I just ran into Harry.”

��—

“He said that he’d like to see with you again?” Y/f/n says as her jaw drops, “I’d get on that shit, y/n. Fuck.”

“Chat with.” You correct her, “Should I?”

She gives you a look, “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”

You smirk and look at her before laughing, “Okay.”

You go to Instagram and go to Harry’s profile, “No but in all honesty though, do you really think he’ll answer?”

“Only one way to find out.” She moves over so she can see what you type.

“How’s that?” You angle your phone over so you can show her and she reads it out loud, “Hey Harry, it’s y/n. Just reaching out like you told me to. Would love to meet up with you for sure!”

She nods and taps the send button before you can stop her, “Now we wait.”

“Harry thinks I have a boyfriend.” You cover your mouth and laugh.

“At least when you fuck him that won’t make you a cheater.” She laughs and shrugs, “Did he read it yet?”

You roll your eyes, “Probably not. He’s a busy man.”

You tap on your messages and lean in to see if you’re reading it correctly, “Um.. what does that say?” You hold your phone up into y/f/n’s face and she leans out around and smirks at you, “Oh he for sure read that.”

You chew your thumb nail, “what if he leaves me on read? What if he was just playing a game?”

“A sick game, if you ask me, but I don’t think Harry would do that.” She reassures you. You set your phone down and lock it, anxiously bouncing your leg.

A few minutes later, your phone lights up with an Instagram notification.

You unlock it and look at it,

You can come by my hotel if you’d like, that way there’s no chance of us getting spotted by fans.

You look up at your friend and point to get, “You better keep your fucking mouth cemented shut.”

——

You walk into the hotel and go to the front desk like Harry said to do.

“Hi, I’m here to see Harry.” You smile at the woman and she tilts her head, “What are you here for?”

You remember what Harry told you to say, “The interview with him.”

She nods, “Alright. Fourth floor, room 265.” She smiles and goes back to typing on her computer. You walk away and let out a sigh as you approach the elevator.

The doors open with a ding and you step on, pressing the button labeled with the number four.

It feels like you’re stewing in your nervousness for what feels an eternity before the doors finally open. You step off, smiling at people as they step on. You walk down the hall, pressing your hands to your thighs as you wipe off the layer of sweat.

“263.. 264..” you bite your lip as you stand outside of Harry’s door. You slowly being your hand up and knock.

“Coming!” Harry says from the other side. You take a deep breathe let it out before he opens it, “Y/n. Come in, please.”

He smiles and extends his arm, motioning for you to come in as he steps aside.

You walk in and your anxiety disappears.

You look around at his hotel room, kind of surprised it isn’t any fancier, but Harry does seems like the guy to have just a regular hotel room, no rockstar treatment.

“So, how was the coffee shop?” Harry asks as he shuts the door, “Did you find it alright?”

No, your mind was so frazzled from the prior experience you kept getting your left and right mixed up.

You smile and nod, “I did, it was lovely place. We’re just trying to explore before we head back home.”

“To your boyfriend..” Harry smirks, “that gets replaced by the thought of me when you shag him..” he chuckles at his own joke and you nod your head, “Yep. That’s him.”

He sighs and walks over to the mini bar, “Would you like a drink, y/n?”

You probably shouldn’t, “Sure.” You walk over next to him and watch him pout the tan colored liquid into the small glass.

“You know.” He hands you your drink and leans against the stand as he takes a drink of his, “You we’re on my mind all night after the show. Even today.”

You raise your eyebrows and take a sip, scrunching them up at the straight liquor taste, “Really?”

He nods, “Yeah, I’ve seen a lot of those signs, but you’re just one I couldn’t stop thinking about.”

“Hmm. Weird.” You smirk and choke down the liquid, “I thought about you to.”

He chuckles, “That’s no surprise.”

You bite your lip, deciding right then and there you’re going to keep the secret of not having one until you leave him, “Yeah. I thought about all the ways I’m going to think about you when he’s doing stuff to me.”

You can feel your cheeks heating up but you stand your ground with yourself.

You know what you want and you’re going to get it.

“Yeah?” He glances over at you, “Wanna enlighten me?”

You grab the liquor bottle and walk over to the couch, “I guess I can.” You sit down and pour yourself a little bit more, “When he goes down on me.. I think about looking down and seeing you.”

He smirks and rubs his chin with his hand as he sits down beside you, “Okay.”

“And when he kisses down my neck..” you sip your drink and bite your lip as you look up at him, “I tell myself over over that it’s you leaving those perfect little bite marks on my skin.”

He leans in, moving your hair to inspect, “Looks like you need some new ones.” His eyes move to yours before he leans back, “Do you tell yourself it’s my cock that’s inside of you?”

You nod, “Gets me so fucking wet.” You lean back and cross one leg over the other, “When he cums on my face and I close my eyes..” you look up at him, “I think you get the point by now.”

He shakes his head slightly, a serious look lays on his face, “Tell me.”

You smirk and tilt your head, “I picture you standing over me, stroking your cock as your cum falls all over my face.”

He shifts around in his seat and you can tell his cock is growing hard, but you have no room to talk. You feel like there’s going to be a wet spot under you if you stand up.

“You’re a dirty girl, y/n. I could tell just by looking at you.” He runs a hand through his hair, “How would your boyfriend feel about you being alone in my hotel room with me?”

You lean forward and set your glass down on the table, “I think.. what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Harry chuckles, “Are you sure?”

You nod and look from his lips to his eyes, “More than sure, Harry.”

He sets his glass down on the table and pulls you into his lap, grinding his hips upward. You moan as you feel his cock rub against your aching cunt.

“So you think of me when he does this?” He moves your hair out of the way and presses his lips to your skin, sucking spots up and down your neck, earning moans the grow louder each time.

You tangle your fingers into the hair on the back of his head, pulling as he bites down a little harder, “Fuck, Harry.”

He leans back and smirks, “Do you sound like that for him?”

“Only when I think of you.”

He leans in to the other side of your neck, treating it the same as the other before leaning back, “He must not be very good at what he does if you think of me for everything.”

You smirk and lean in to kiss him. His lifts are soft against yours. He slides his hands around to your ass, pushing your hips down as he makes you feel how hard you’ve made him.

You moan against his lips as you slowly make out with him. Your hands tighten in his hair and you push your hips down, “Fuck.”

“Do you want to feel what you think about?” Harry asks as he slides his hands around to undo your jean shorts.

You nod, “Please.”

“Are you this proper with him, too?” He chuckles as he slips a hand into the front of you underwear, “Fuck, I got you this wet? You’re soaked, baby.”

You moan and rest your head on his as he circles your clit with his fingers, “Y-yes.” You grind your hips down onto his hand, “Fuck.”

“Do you think of me when you boyfriend does this?” He moves his hand I’m down and slips two fingers inside of you, “Does he think he got you this wet himself?” He chuckles, “Poor sap doesn’t even know the truth.”

You moan and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling that it’s actually Harry touching you.

“He probably does now. I bet you’re all over the internet.”

“I don’t care.” You moan out and tilt his head up to kiss him.

His fingers work their way in and out of you as you whine against his lips.

“Do you want to moan out my name sometimes?”

“Yes, Harry.” You moan in response, “All the time.”

He kisses down your neck, biting new marks into it, “You’re such a dirty girl.”

He takes his hand away and leans up slightly, pulling his shirt off over his head, “Lay back.”

You plop onto the couch and lay on your back, watching as Harry slides both you shorts and panties down your legs. He drops them to the ground and pushes your legs open, “You have a beautiful pussy.”

He smirks at you before leaning down and slipping his tongue between your folds, “oh shit.”

You gasp and grip the back of the couch, moaning as Harry’s tongue does what you always imagined, “Fuck. Yes, yes.”

Harry’s hands grip your hips and pull you towards him more, digging his fingertips into your skin. He moans against you and you arch your back, “Harry!”

He continues to work your pussy with his tongue, nose bumping your clit just right which keeps pushing you towards your orgasm, “Fuck, fuck shit.”

You gasp and lay a hand on his head, pushing down as you move your hips up and down. You clench around his tongue and a string of whines and moans leaves your lips.

Harry continues to eat you out through it before leaning back, “Better than your boyfriend?” He smirks stands up slowly.

You nod, chest rising and falling rapidly, “Oh yeah.”

He pushes down his sweats, leaving him in his boxers as he sits back down. He lays a hand over his throbbing cock and nods for you to come over to him.

You move up to sit by him and he kisses you, “Treat my cock how you treat your boyfriends when you think of me.”

He presses one more kiss to your lips and leans back to watch you. You lean down, pressing kisses to his cock thought the thinly stretched fabric, “off.” You mumble as you snap the waist band.

You slip your fingers into them, helping him pull them down. Your eyes fixate on the head of his cock and you pull your lip between your teeth.

You wrap your hand around him, stroking a few times as you build up saliva in your mouth. You wrap your lips around him and slowly work your way down before getting into a stealthy rhythm of bobbing your head.

“Oh fuck, y/n.” Harry groans and lays a hand on your upper back. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, “Shit.”

You relax and close your eyes, taking a deep breathe through your nose before sinking your head down on him, fully.

He gasps, “Fucking hell.” His hand slides up to your head, gently laying on it. You bring your head up, swirling your tongue around the tip, humming against him as you do.

“Y/N.. so good.” He pants out, “so fucking go-“ he groans as you slip him into your throat again, holding him here for a few seconds before sitting up.

He turns his head towards you with a smile as he pants, “If you do that when you think of me, your boyfriend is one lucky man.”

You roll your eyes and smirk, “Yeah, yeah.”

He grabs your wrists and pulls you into him. His hands slide down to your ass and squeeze, “I want to know what that pussy feels like.”

You nod and reach down to steady his cock. You rub it against your folds a few times before you feel the head of his cock stretching you open, “Fuck.” You moan quietly.

His grip tightens and he moves his hips up, eager to get inside of you.

You sink down into him, whimpering as he stretches you. He groans and looks up at you, “You feel so fucking good.”

He slides his hand up and grips your neck, pulling you down to crash his lips onto yours.

You move your hips at a rhythm that gives you the best pleasure you have ever felt. He slides his hand up, tangling it in your hair so he can tilt your head back, “Does my cock feel better than that boyfriend of yours?”

“y-yes.” you gasp out, “Fuck, so much better!” you dig your nails into his shoulder and push your hips down as you cum around his cock, “Fuck, fuck.”

“Shit.” Harry breathes out. He lets go of you hair and cups your cheek, “Im going to cum all over that pretty little face of yours.”

“Please do.” you look at him and take his thumb into your mouth, sucking it.”

He gasps and thrusts his hips up, “You’re such a dirty girl, cheating on your boyfriend with me.”

you smiles and gently bite down on his thumb, “Can i tell you something?”

he nods and rubs his thumb over your lips, “Hmm.”

“I actually don’t.. actually have a boyfriend.”

He chuckles, “Is that so?”

You nod and bite your lip, “I just wanted to see if you’d notice me.”

He smirks and leans in, pressing his lips up your neck and under your jaw, “I certainly did more than that, now didn’t I?”

He flips you so he’s on top of you and you’re on your back. he holds his cock still, resting inside of you.

“What are you doing?” you pout slightly.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, lying to me.” He leans down and brushes his lips over yours, “I’m going to make you beg for me to finish.”

“please harry.” you whine, moving your hips to get some sort of feeling, “I’m sorry.”

he tsks his tongue, “Not good enough, love.”

“Harry. please, fuck me.”

he watches as you pleade, “Harry. i’m s-“

he thrusts his cock deep inside of you and you take a sharp breathe, “Fuck yes, that please please please don’t stop.”

he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in, hard and deep.

“You’re lucky you’re you.” he winks and leans down to kiss you, swallowing your moans as he thrusts fast.

“yes, harry. fuck!” you let out a pleasured scream and wrap your legs around him, “Fuck, yes yes that!”

he moans into your neck and bites at your skin, “Fuck, m’gonna cum soon.”

you nod and unwrap your legs, preparing yourself to fall down to your knees.

“Fuck.” he grunts and pulls out, taking his cock into his hand as you get down onto the floor, waiting for his cum.

you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, closing your eyes as the first sting lands on your cheek.

he moans as he watches you collect it with your tongue, swiping it around your mouth and moaning out.

“You’re so fucking hot, y/n.” harry moans as he slows his hand down, stepping back to look at you as his chest rises and falls quickly.

you smile up at him, “Are you mad?”

he bites his lip and rests his hands on his hips. he stares at you for a few seconds before laughing and shaking his head, “No.” he goes to walk away but turns back and looks at you with a serious look, “Ill be mad if you fuck anyone else after this.”

——

i hope you liked this. please let me know what you thought of this. i think this was a great idea for a one shot so thank you to the person who submitted this!!

if you have any others feel free to send them here

likes and re blogs are majorly appreciated <3

[creaturefeaturecommando]

Ranking 20 random Gorillaz songs:

1. Clint Eastwood

2. Feel Good Inc

3. Doncamatic

4. Rock the House

5. Sleeping Powder

6. Kids With Guns

7. Dirty Harry

8. DARE

9. 19-2000

10. Strobelite

11. Saturnz Barz

12. Stylo

13. Humility

15. Rhinestone Eyes

15. Tranz

16. Désole

17. She’s My Collar

18. Cracker Island

19. The Pink Phantom

20. Aries

[asordidbarwere]

"feel good inc winning bc it's the only song us yanks know by name" maybe for YOU

[lovincherries]

I think I’m officially going to start taking requests again! I love y’all and send them in ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[marcelswatermelonberries]

Harry Styles Discord

Sooo I obviously want to build up a bit of a following first before I do this, but I want to create a Harry Styles discord!

I noticed that there aren’t a lot of them or the ones that do exist are either full or a bit confusing.

Let me know what you think! If you’d like to join here is the link!

Have a Happy Day and TPWK! 🤍💛❤️💙🧸

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

OK OK OK GUYS WHAT NEXTTTTTTT

[harryxmarvel]

Can you do an angst piece where they have a 3 year old and everything has been really crazy but H is spending the most of his time working and not helping y/n? Bonus points if an ex girlfriend comes back into the picture

Expect

Summary : Harry prioritised work over his family

Pairing : famous!Harry x reader!y/n

Warning : but of angst, fluff , none of the personalities of the characters are real. Purely fictional!

A/n : not really an angsty piece tbh but hope you like it :)

My masterlist

Taking care of a three year old while being 5 months pregnant is not an easy task and while y/n had been down playing it as no hard work to everyone asking her ,it was bad. With a popstar husband busy writing the album of the year he seems to have neglected his family and was yet to realise it.

Although y/n was working from home she missed dressing up and going out and enjoying the weather or having her favourite ice cream in the park. But the most she missed was her husband who was working late yet again he couldn't join them for dinner. Their little baby daughter asking for her father before her bedtime for a kiss but how could y/n explain to a three year old that he was working, he was so busy to take some time to spend with his family.

It made her think back to the time when they decided to have a kid and Harry promised to always be there for them but now y/n was worried. Sure he always came back but she needed him here. She needed him when her morning sickness left her tired, she needed him to help her around the house and most of all she needed him to take care of Avery and her even for just a minute.

Her swollen ankles and the bump making it hard for her to do things in their house but Harry had no idea as he climbs into bed at 4 in the morning apologizing for waking her up and by the time y/n wakes up to prepare Avery's breakfast and lunch he was already long gone.

Y/n doesn't even remember the last time they had an actual conversation face to face. He sends texts every now and then to check up on them but that was it.

Y/n was in the shower, she swore off baths since she couldn't get up on her own and had a wave of mood swings had hit her so she had called crying to Harry to come help her up. It was a fond memory now they laugh about. She hears the bathroom door open sending her in high alert as to who it could be. No one has the key or the passcode to the front door except Harry but he was at the studio so who could it be?

She silently peeks through the shower curtain to find Harry with an apologetic look on his face. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Y/n asks suddenly very aware of the fact she was naked with how Harry was eating her with his eyes. The water droplets and pregnancy glow was making Harry crazy enough he was half hard but he gulps it down stammering as he speaks "wow, you are glowing baby." He says eyes running all over her body. And y/n blushes because truth was with how busy he was they hadn't had sex in weeks and Harry loved to love on her when she was pregnant knowing she has some doubts about her body changing. "I just ......I didn't know, I'm sorry. We were just there to celebrate and she just -" Harry stops mid sentence at the confused look on y/n's face as she wraps herself in a towel.

"H, what are you talking about?" She asks getting out of the shower with harry helping and walks towards their closet grabbing a pair of underwear and Harry's shirt as she takes a seat on the bed.

He looks guilty as he murmurs something trying to get away from this situation but he perks up when he sees her questioning look"Kendall...." Was all he had to say for y/n to realise he had messed up big time.

Kendall was obsessed with Harry and she was Harry's last ex-girlfriend before he found his soulmate. Y/n had nothing against her untill Kendall decided to ruin their life by constantly showing up on their dates making both of them uncomfortable. Kendall even turned her whole mass of fans against y/n when she found out they were engaged. She had been trying to sabotage their relationship from the start and against all odds y/n and Harry were truly happy and tried to deal with the situations calmly. But y/n was human too she was jealous when some other woman's hands lingered a bit long for her liking or the eyes on him as he works out or goes out for a walk but she never complained about it and accepted that this was who he was. The was a celebrity and people were always going to be curious about him and his life which she was a huge part of.

But to know he was out partying all night celebrating a song they completed with Kendall of all people broke her poor tired heart. She sits in silence as Harry looks distressed waiting for her response. Y/n never raised her voice. Even with Avery she was firm but her voice never raised so he was a bit taken aback when he hears her "How long are you going to keep doing this Harry?" She had asked anger evident in her tone.

Harry had told everything that happened how Kendall was stuck beside him all night and got really drunk enough to try to kiss him which he thankfully dodged but the pictures on the internet looks like they were kissing but Harry promised y/n that didn't happen.

"Why do you keep letting her mess up our lives? How long do I have to act like it doesn't faze me? I know you wouldn't cheat but I don't trust her. We had this conversation years ago H and you keep doing this again and again it's so hard for me to believe she just keeps coming back after so many rejections from you." With doubt in her voice y/n avoids his eyes, hers filled with tears.

"no baby, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Kendall is nothing to me. You know I try to avoid her as much as possible" he says firmly making his point but that wasn't the biggest problem.

"It's not just that...." Y/n had been wanting to talk to him about his distance but with how unavailable he was they hadn't had a proper conversation in days.

"What is it?" Harry asks with worry.

"I get it, I really do. I get that people expect from you. I know you are working hard to provide for us but you are getting too involved to even spend time with us Harry. It feels like you don't care about us anymore. Of every person who expects from you, as your family don't we have the right to just expect you to be here for us?" Y/n questions her eyes meeting his stunned ones as he swallows the new information.

His heart beating rapidly as y/n doesn't wait for his reply as she walks out of their shared bedroom.

Harry stands still in his spot, seconds pass....minutes pass as y/n's words keep echoing in his mind and he sees it . How he had been neglecting his family. Harry is left with guilt as he thinks about how he hadn't been present at all to help y/n. He didn't even know her cravings or how the last ultrasound was. He didn't know if their baby was healthy and it teared him apart.

He falls on his knees as realisation hits him, he was going to lose the love of life. His glossy eyes decipher his little baby running towards him with a stuffie tucked under her arm as she hugs him tight. "missed you daddy" Avery sweetly says nuzzling her face into her father's neck as Harry hugs her tight scared he might lose her soon.

It was right then harry decides to honour his vows. Like he should have before. He vowed to always always be there for her and promised that y/n and their future family will always be his first and foremost important priority.

The next few days he stays home and takes care of Avery and helps y/n around the house. But she still wasn't convinced and wasn't talking to him. When he tucks Avery after reading her a bed time story he finds his wife cuddling under the blankets with a romcom playing on the tv.

He sits beside her and pulls her closer and y/n immediately relaxes beside him nuzzling further into his warm chest. Harry cradles her bump as he says "I'm sorry baby, I really am. I'm sorry i didn't realise it sooner. I'm going to be here from now on. You guys means the world to me and you are everything i need."

"It's okay bub, I'm glad you are here now that's all that matters" y/n says lightly kissing his jaw.

Harry cranes his neck and finally attaches his lips with hers. Their lips move in sync as harry pulls y/n onto his lap his hands roaming around her body settling on her bump.

"I love you" harry says eyes meeting hers and y/n whispers the words back and reattaches their lips.

Y/n was glad harry came back. He kept his words and promises and started working less hours, cooked breakfast for them, dropped Avery at her preschool , took care of y/n and they finally felt like a family again.

A/n: I hope this was up to its expectations anon. since most of you voted for happy ending, but some of the requests may have a sad ending.

send in any requests:)

[singularityinthemirror]

Did Harry really won against Beyoncé? Did that white men with a mediocre album at best really won AGAINST RENAISSANCE BY BEYONCÉ?

No words

[tuttle-did-it]

Oh, lads. Normally, when there is an OIRISH episode of something, I skip it. And I would have skipped 'A Killing in Cork' on Murder, She Wrote under normal circumstances.

But, dammit, they cast Andy Robinson in it. So I had no choice but to sit through it.

Guest Stars: - obviously, for many (most?) of us here, he's mainly known for Garak on ST:DS9 and now ST:LD- AKA the man who has spent the last 30 years trying to make Garashir canon, including writing several books and plays, and reading 10 episodes of fan-fic with Sid. But, in fact, when he was on this episode, he was more known as the serial killer Scorpio in Dirty Harry (1971) and Larry Cotton in Hellraiser. He also appeared in The X-Files, Law & Order, Matlock, Child's Play 3, Liberace (1988), The Twilight Zone (80s), The A-Team and more. This is his first of two appearances.

Another Trek character actor-- Fionnula Flanagan-- incidentally, the ONLY genuinely Irish person in the episode. You'll recognise Fionnula from a lot of things- Shaft (TV), The New Perry Mason, Kojak, The Bionic Woman, Trapper John MD, Benson, Cagney & Lacey, and American Gods. But Trek fans will recognise her from ST:DS9, ST:ENT and ST:TNG- the latter of which she played Data's mother. In the episode 'Inheritance,' she plays a violin with Data, and in real life, Fionnula is an accomplished violinist. Her husband was the cousin of actor Carroll O'Connor. This is her second of four appearances-- five if you count the MSW tv movie she appeared in.

Dakin Matthews - Another Trek actor who appeared in ST:VOY, but you might also recognise him from Elementary, Veep, Why Women Kill, Gotham, The Big Bang Theory, Castle, Stargate SGI, Carnivàle, Coach, House MD, and more. This is his second of three appearances.

Mark Rolston - Yet another Trek actor- Starfleet (voice), Star Trek Continues, ST:ENT, ST:TNG, ST: Resurgence (Video game). You might also recognise him from almost 200 credits, including Aliens, Perry Mason tv movie, Matlock, Lethal Weapon 2, Father Dowling Investigates, Babylon 5, Shawshank Redemption, Diagnosis Murder, ER, The X-Files, Angel, Alias, 24, Saw V-VI, Castle, Roots (2016), and more. This is his third of four appearances, the last two of which he plays the same character.

Finally, Donnelly Rhodes- You may recognise him from the reboot of Battlestar Galactica, but he's been in dozens of things, including Maverick (TV) Mannix, Ironside, The Wild Wild West (TV), Mission: Impossible (TV), Wonder Woman, Cheers, Magnum PI, Alice, The Golden Girls, The Outer Limits (90s), Smallville, Supernatural, and The Flash. This is his last of three appearances.

I got a kick out of this review, so decided to leave in here for you.

[harrrystyles-writing]

Yes Sir! — Capítulo 34

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 24 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo terá somente o ponto de vista de Aurora, desta vez.

NotaAutora: Aproveitem o capítulo e não se esqueçam de comentar💗

Aurora

Depois de um dia exaustivo na faculdade tentando decifrar um artigo sobre Direito Constitucional, mal tinha forças para erguer os pés até o sofá.

Meus dias têm sido mais suportáveis agora, no começo eu sentia mais a falta de Harry, às vezes esperava que ele aparecesse ou mandasse uma mensagem, eu me perguntava se ele realmente acreditou em mim, se finalmente entendeu que foi o fim, agora seu silêncio era a confirmação que tanto temia, mas tudo bem eu iria superar. Talvez a ideia de que acabou realmente entre mim e Harry esteja finalmente impregnando em minha mente, um tipo de aceitação dolorosa que me fazia seguir em frente, mas ainda assim, quando eu permitia que meus pensamentos vagassem, ele estava lá.

Sempre estava.

O vazio da ausência dele ainda me perseguia, mas não doía tanto quanto antes ou talvez eu só estivesse ficando boa em fingir.

A campainha tocou, me tirando de meus pensamentos, mas eu já sabia quem era, levantei-me devagar, passos arrastados, e abri a porta.

— Pensei que você fosse para casa hoje, está tarde.

Gabriel vinha passando muito tempo no meu apartamento desde que descobriu sobre a gravidez, ele era realmente oposto de Harry em todos os sentidos.

Paciente.

Presente.

Insistente.

— Só passei para ver como vocês estão. — Ele ergueu uma sacola, com um sorriso satisfeito. — E trouxe comida.

Ainda não havia me acostumei com o termo "vocês." Talvez nunca fosse.

— Gabriel, você não precisava...

— Aurora, você diz isso toda vez e toda vez eu ignoro. — Retrucou enquanto entrava no apartamento como se já morasse ali.

Suspirei, fechando a porta enquanto ele seguiu para a cozinha.

— O que tem aí? — perguntei, apontando para a sacola que ele esvaziava na bancada.

— Massas integrais, molho que minha avó me ensinou a fazer e vitaminas.

— Vitaminas? — Cruzei os braços, desconfiada.

— Meu tio recebeu algumas amostras no hospital, achei que poderia te interessar.

— Você mente muito mal, sabia? Você comprou isso?

— Sim, mas minhas intenções são ótimas e você precisa delas.— Ele piscou, sorrindo como se fosse impossível ficar irritada com ele. — Agora, volte a descansar, ver TV ou ler um livro, enquanto eu faço o jantar.

— Gabriel, eu consigo cozinhar, sabia?

— Você já jantou batatas fritas esta semana, Aurora, duas vezes. — Ele ergueu uma colher como se estivesse me acusando de um crime. — Agora deixa que eu cuido disso.

— Você está sendo muito mandão.

— E você, muito teimosa. — Ele abriu um sorriso.

— Você está cansado, não precisa fazer isso.

— Quem disse? — Ele começou a guardar alguns ingredientes. — Eu estou bem.

— Gabriel, você trabalhou o dia inteiro.

— Aurora, deixa eu cuidar de você.

Eu queria protestar novamente, mas minha exaustão venceu, joguei-me no sofá, abraçando um travesseiro, ouvi panelas e o aroma do alho refogado no azeite começou a preencher o ar.

Gabriel era gentil, atencioso, mas eu não podia me apegar a ele.

Não podia me apegar a ninguém.

Não depois de Harry.

Depois de 40 minutos, ele finalmente colocou dois pratos na mesa, sorrindo.

— Prontinho, um jantar digno de uma futura mãe e um aspirante a chef se nada der certo em direito.

— Você é ridículo. — Peguei o garfo, mas não consegui evitar sorrir.

Ele se sentou em minha frente, me encarando e começamos a comer, o prato estava delicioso, muito melhor do que qualquer coisa que eu teria preparado sozinha.

— Está bom?

— Está aceitável.

— Aceitável? — Ele fingiu estar ofendido. — Isso é o melhor elogio que você consegue dar?

Ri, jogando a cabeça para trás e ele ficou quieto por um segundo, olhando para mim com uma expressão que eu não consegui decifrar.

— O que foi?

— Nada, é só bom te ver rindo.

Desviei os olhos, mexendo no meu prato, era realmente bom rir de novo.

— Você está sendo muito fofo, pare.

— Vou voltar a ser mandão, você realmente devia comer mais frutas. — Revirei os olhos para ele. — Estou falando sério, Aurora, você precisa de nutrientes, especialmente agora pelo bebê.

Respirei fundo, forçando um sorriso, não queria parecer chata, mas a preocupação dele me parecia um pouco demais, como se ele achasse que eu fosse incapaz de cuidar de mim mesma ou desse bebê.

— E você virou nutricionista agora?

— Não, mas pesquisei algumas coisas, sabe o que descobri hoje? Nessa fase da gravidez, o bebê já consegue ouvir coisas agora, seria bom conversar com ele ou ela.

Minha mão parou no meio do caminho ao levar o garfo à boca, estava me sentindo desconfortável mais uma vez.

— Isso.

— O quê?

— Isso — repeti, apontando para a barriga. — É assim que eu chamo, não quero dar nome, gênero, nada.

Ele me olhou, sério, mas não disse nada por um momento, talvez eu tenha ido um pouco longe demais, porém eu não gostava de como essa gravidez era tão natural para ele.

— Tudo bem, só não se esqueça de que "isso" é um pequeno ser humano.

— Como se desse para esquecer.

— Então... Já fez os planos do fim de semana? — Ele tentou tirar a tensão estranha que estava no ar.

— Ainda não, por quê?

— Vou jantar na casa do meu tio e estava pensando, você gostaria de ir comigo?

— Jantar com seu tio? Não sei se é uma boa ideia, essa coisa de conhecer a família é meio sério, não acha?

— Meu tio é de boa, Aurora e também ele já te viu no hospital aquele dia, não é como se você fosse conhecer meus pais.

— Ainda assim, é a sua família.

— Tá, mas eu já conheci a sua mãe e sua irmã.

— Não é a mesma coisa, Gabriel. — Revirei os olhos, mas não consegui conter um sorriso. — Naquela época, nem eu te conhecia.

— Eu sei, mas eu realmente gostaria que você fosse. — Ele fez um biquinho estupidamente fofo.

Desviei o olhar porque era quase impossível não ceder aquele biquinho.

— Vou pensar, tá?

— Eba!— Ele sorriu.

— Isso não é um sim.

— Eu sei, mas já estou feliz só por isso.

Depois de terminarmos de comer, fomos para o sofá assistir Gabriel estava visivelmente exausto, mas insistia em ficar.

— Você deveria ir para casa. — Sussurrei, vendo seus olhos sonolentos.

— Estou bem aqui. — Deu um sorrisinho de lado.

— Gabriel...

— Shhh, só me deixa ficar mais um pouquinho. — Colocou o dedo indicador sobre meus lábios.

Ele se aproximou mais, aninhando-se ao meu lado, senti seu calor enquanto ele se ajustava, repousando a cabeça no meu ombro, por um momento, fechei os olhos, eu também estava cansada, então sua mão escorregou suavemente até a minha barriga, seus dedos acariciando de leve, como se quisesse sentir mais perto o bebê que estava ali.

Foi instintivo, meu corpo travou imediatamente e me afastei como se tivesse levado um choque.

— O que você está fazendo?

— Desculpa, eu só...

— Não faça isso. — Não deixei que ele terminasse.

— Desculpe.

— Só não faça isso de novo.

— Não vou, desculpa mesmo.

— Tudo bem.

— Acho melhor eu ir.

— Também acho.

Senti um peso de culpa ao vê-lo ir embora daquele jeito, mas, no fundo, eu sabia que ele estava, aos poucos, tentando derrubar o muro que eu mesma tinha construído entre mim e esse bebê.

Eu não queria isso.

Gabriel ainda não sabia que eu não ficaria com o bebê, então por que permitir que algum tipo de amor surgisse por ele, se em poucos meses ele também não estaria mais aqui?

                   ...

Quando chegamos à casa de Bryan, um leve nervosismo crescia no meu peito, conhecer a família de alguém parecia algo sério demais para mim, mesmo com Gabriel insistindo que era só um jantar, nada, além disso.

Ainda assim, eu estava apavorada.

A verdade era que eu só havia aceitado vir porque me sentia mal por como agi naquela noite, talvez essa fosse minha forma de compensar aquilo.

Será que seu tio iria gostar de mim?

Eu era boa o suficiente para seu sobrinho?

— Tudo bem? — Gabriel perguntou, enquanto segurava minha mão.

— Sim. — Minha voz vacilou.

— Não se preocupe, ele vai gostar de você e você vai gostar do meu tio, ele é incrível. — Apertou a campainha da enorme porta de madeira. — Quando eu era pequeno, ele era tipo um herói para mim.

— Vocês chegaram! — Bryan deu espaço para entrarmos. — Sejam bem vindos.

Eu não havia reparado tão bem em Bryan naquele dia no hospital, mas agora, olhando ele assim, ele era alto, com um corpo forte e bem definido.

Esse homem vivia na academia?

Sua camisa social estava casualmente arregaçada até os cotovelos, dando uma bela visão de suas veias saltadas. Bryan realmente era muito bonito, aquele tipo impossível de ignorar, mas era tio do Gabriel, então eu com certeza não deveria ter olhado tanto para ele.

— Obrigado. — Dei um sorriso, tentando não olhar em seus olhos.

— Espero que estejam prontos para ajudar, o jantar ainda não saiu e preciso de uma mão extra.

— Claro. — Gabriel sorriu, animado.

Seguimos para a cozinha, era daquelas que parecia ter saído do catálogo de revisitas de arquitetura, tinha uma ilha enorme no meio, onde Bryan já havia começado a preparar o jantar, os ingredientes estavam dispostos sobre a bancada, o cheiro de temperos frescos preenchia o ar, Gabriel parecia realmente animado por estar ali, como se aquilo fosse um ritual familiar entre eles, eu já me sentia um pouco deslocada de tudo isso, minha família nunca foi daquelas que cozinhavam e riam juntas.

— Então, no que posso ajudar? — Questionei timidamente.

Queria parecer útil.

— Tem um molho na panela, se puder mexer para mim?  — Bryan respondeu, lançando um olhar rápido para mim antes de voltar para Gabriel.

— Claro.

Fui até o fogão pegando a colher de pau, começando a mexer o molho na panela, enquanto minha mente tenta se acalmar e aproveitar o momento.

— Aurora, você precisa ouvir essa história, você não faz ideia de quem é meu tio Bryan.  — Gabriel riu, me fazendo virar para ele.

— Ah, não ouça muito o Gabriel, ele exagera. — Bryan pegava alguns pratos no armário de cima, sua blusa subiu um pouco.

Belo abdômen.

Droga de hormônios.

— Exagero, nada! — Gabriel protestou, inclinando-se para frente na ilha. — Aurora, você sabia que meu tio foi o motivo de um divórcio no dia de um casamento uma vez?

— O quê?

— Não escute isso...— Bryan coçou a cabeça, mas dava para ver que ele estava adorando a atenção.

—  Meu tio foi a um casamento como acompanhante da amiga da noiva, uma mulher que ele acabou ficando, só que na festa, ele acabou conhecendo a noiva. — Gabriel parecia tão animado como se fosse a melhor história do mundo.

— A noiva? — Arquei as sobrancelhas parando por um momento de mexer o molho.

— Exatamente! Ele disse que dava para ver de longe que ela estava infeliz e o que o Bryan fez? Ele começou a conversar com ela, só para "animar a festa", né, tio?

— Eu só fui educado, ela parecia tão triste.— Bryan retrucou, levantando as mãos como se fosse inocente.

— Educado? — Gabriel gargalhou. — Você acabou convencendo ela de que aquele casamento era um erro!

— Não foi bem assim.

— Foi exatamente assim! No no final da festa, ela largou o noivo e foi embora com você!

— Ela foi embora com você? — Eu tive que ter certeza que ouvi certo.

— Bem, sim, mas só porque ela já sabia que não queria aquilo, mas pela pressão dos pais ela acabou se casando.

—  Então você foi ao casamento e acabou convencendo a noiva a ir embora? Isso é realmente uma história interessante. — Comentei rindo.

— Como eu disse, meu tio é o cara.

— Você exagera garoto, não é nada demais.

— Eu só falo a verdade, se você soubesse de todas as histórias, teve outra vez, em Ibiza...

— Ah, Ibiza não. — Bryan interrompeu  colocando a mão na boca de Gabriel.

Bryan realmente parecia um homem que estava acostumado a ter o que quer, sem se preocupar muito com as consequências, mas ainda assim Gabriel o via como um herói.

Eu voltei a mexer o molho, rindo da pequena história embaraçosa como se realmente fosse algo admirável para se orgulhar, quando senti um calor nas minhas costas.

— Mexa o molho devagar, Aurora — Bryan praticamente sussurrou em meu ouvido.

Eu quase derrubei a colher, pude ouvir o riso dele, antes dele colocar a mão sobre a minha, guiando o movimento como se fosse a coisa mais natural do mundo, meu coração disparou, eu não sabia como reagir então só forcei um sorriso.

— Assim está bom?

— Sim.

Eu suspirei fundo e tentei ignorar o que acabou de acontecer.

O que acabou de acontecer?

Quando terminei de mexer o molho, me virei para Gabriel com uma colher.

— Experimenta para mim? — pedi, mas Bryan foi mais rápido ao se inclinar e provar o molho, sorrindo satisfeito.

— Está ótimo! Pode cortar alguns legumes?  — Seus olhos fixaram-se nos meus.

Pensei em recusar, afinal Gabriel só estava mexendo no balde de saladas, mas aquele olhar era intimidador.

— Tudo bem. — Eu não sabia como reagir a tudo aquilo.

Era coisa da minha cabeça?

Só podia ser, Gabriel também perceberia as ações estranhas do seu tio, né?

Eles continuaram conversando sobre futebol e outras histórias engraçadas sobre Gabriel, eu me foquei a cortar os legumes, mas Bryan parecia realmente interessado em tudo o que eu fazia, ele se aproximou do balcão onde eu estava cortando, observando-me.

— Assim, Aurora, precisa ser mais uniforme. — Seu peitoral tocou minhas costas ele estendeu a mão e colocou-a sobre a minha pela segunda vez essa noite, agora a que segurava a faca, fazendo o movimento mais devagar. — Perfeito. — A pressão dos dedos de Bryan sobre os meus me fez perder a concentração por um momento, senti um arrepio percorrendo minha espinha.

Eu não estava imaginando coisas, ou estava?

Com um sorriso forçado, voltei minha atenção para Gabriel, que simplesmente parecia achar a coisa mais normal do mundo, seu tio agindo daquele jeito.

Será que Bryan dava em cima de todas as namoradas de Gabriel?

Eu estava começando a ficar nervosa, meus dedos tremiam enquanto segurava a faca com força para que cada pedacinho daquela cenoura ficasse igualmente cortada, foi nesse momento que a lâmina escorregou e um corte apareceu na minha pele.

— Aí! Droga! — Soltei um gemido de dor, puxando a mão para longe da comida enquanto o sangue começava a escorrer.

— O que aconteceu? — Gabriel perguntou, arregalando os olhos.

— Cortei minha mão. — Choraminguei.

Gabriel deu a volta na ilha, tentando ver o corte, mas Bryan já estava lá, antes mesmo que Gabriel pudesse chegar perto de mim, segurando minha mão ensanguentada com um cuidado.

— É só um corte superficial. — disse Bryan com aquela voz calma de médico. — Você vai ficar bem.

— Ok.

— Não é nada grave, Gabriel, não se preocupe, por favor vá buscar o kit de primeiros socorros, está no banheiro, no armário de cima da pia, no final do corredor. — A ordem foi tão imediata que Gabriel obedeceu sem hesitar, correndo dali.

Eu ainda estava olhando para o Gabriel quando senti as mãos fortes de Bryan ao redor da minha cintura, levantando-me com uma facilidade desconcertante  me colocando sentada no balcão, aquele arrepio voltou a percorrer minha espinha, meu coração disparou, o rosto dele estava perigosamente perto demais, que pude sentir sua respiração quente em minha pele, senti o cheiro de sua colônia, intensa e masculina, meu peito subia e descia rapidamente, tentando controlar a respiração acelerada.

— Não precisa ficar tensa. — Um sorriso surgiu em seus lábios. — Eu vou cuidar bem de você. — Ele sussurrou porque estava tão perto que, se quisesse, poderia tocar meus lábios com um leve movimento e talvez acho que ele soubesse disso.

Finalmente, Gabriel voltou com o kit de primeiros socorros, dei um longo suspiro por Bryan se afastar,  tentando recompor minhas emoções.

Durante os minutos seguintes, eu tentei conter a tensão quase insuportável que ainda havia ali, os  toques de Bryan continuaram, mas agora com Gabriel ali, ele mantinha uma distância cuidadosa, como se aquele momento entre nós nunca tivesse acontecido.

— Pronto, você vai ficar bem. — Bryan terminou finalmente o curativo com um pequeno esparadrapo.

— Obrigado. — Eu tentei sorrir, mas eu não conseguia esquecer a forma como seus dedos haviam demorado mais que o necessário sobre a minha pele.

— Obrigado, tio, por cuidar dela. — Gabriel deu um suspiro de alívio.

— Cuidar é parte do meu trabalho. — Ele assentiu como se tudo não passasse de um gesto de cortesia.

Desci do balcão, tentando ignorar as pernas trêmulas e a sensação de calor que ainda queimava minhas bochechas, sentindo  um último olhar de Bryan sobre mim antes de se afastar para continuar a preparar o jantar.

                     ...

A mesa estava perfeitamente posta, com o brilho das taças de vinho refletindo as luzes amareladas da sala de jantar, o cheiro da comida estava realmente incrível, eu não esperava que o Bryan fosse tão bom na cozinha, o filé de robalo estava realmente bonito de se ver, o molho por cima parecia delicioso ao lado das cenouras cozidas, eu fiquei ali admirando por um momento antes de dar a primeira garfada.

— Gostou Aurora? — Bryan questionou como se Gabriel nem estivesse ali.

— Muito bom. — Sorri.

— Vinho?

— Não, obrigado, estou bem.

Bryan serviu o vinho para ele e Gabriel, ainda olhando para mim.

— Eu vou ao banheiro rapidinho. — Gabriel se levantou dando um beijo rápido no topo da minha cabeça. — E nada de falarem mal de mim enquanto eu estiver fora!

Então ele saiu da sala de estar deixando-me sozinha com Bryan, eu tentei parecer normal, mas estava suando frio, aquele momento mais cedo tinha sido muito estranho.

— Aurora — ele começou, tomando um gole de vinho enquanto olhava diretamente nos meus olhos. — Eu não sei se deveria tocar nesse assunto, mas Gabriel me contou sobre sua gravidez.

Engoli em seco, meu começou a coração bater mais rápido.

Ele sabia?

— Ele contou? — perguntei, sentindo minha voz falhar.

— Não fiquei brava com ele, por favor, ele estava desesperado, você não faz ideia do quanto isso o abalou, ele pediu conselhos, queria saber o que deveria fazer com toda essa situação.

Eu não sabia exatamente o que pensar, eu estava com raiva de Gabriel, mas também não o culpo por fazer isso.

— Foi você que o aconselhou a voltar a falar comigo?

— Sim — Bryan esboçou um sorriso, apoiando a taça de vinho na mesa,  os dedos girando o líquido vermelho no copo. — Eu disse a ele que, se realmente gostasse de você, isso não deveria ser um obstáculo, porém que precisava estar ao seu lado, independentemente do que houvesse acontecido.

— Obrigada.

Bem, talvez eu tivesse julgado Bryan errado, ele parecia uma boa pessoa e se não fosse por ele Gabriel não estaria ao meu lado.

— Mas, diga-me, Aurora — ele continuou com aquele sorriso. — O que aconteceu para um universitário idiota não querer assumir seu próprio filho?

Por um segundo meu coração parou, aquela era última pergunta que eu esperava vindo dele, eu pensei em mentir, em dizer qualquer coisa que pudesse encerrar aquela conversa, mas a intensidade do olhar de Bryan mexia comigo como se me forçasse a ser honesta.

— Não... não foi um universitário — murmurei, sentindo meu rosto corar. — Foi um homem mais velho e casado, mas eu não sabia disso, não sabia até ser tarde demais. —  Minhas mãos tremiam levemente enquanto eu mantinha o olhar fixo no meu prato, incapaz de encarar Bryan. — Mas por favor não diga nada a Gabriel eu ainda não contei a ele sobre isso.

— Entendo — ele tomou mais um gole de vinho, sem tirar os olhos de mim. — Não se preocupe, eu não vou contar nada disso a Gabriel, não é o tipo de coisa que ele precisa saber agora. —  Suspirei aliviada, mas ainda sentia a vergonha se espalhando sobre mim.  — Eu sei como é se apaixonar pela pessoa errada, também me apaixonei por uma mulher casada uma vez.

Levantei os olhos para ele, surpresa.

— Você não sabia que ela era casada? — perguntei, sentindo-me ingênua, mas não consegui evitar.

— Eu sabia — respondeu  calmamente, com se esse fato não importasse. — Mas, às vezes, o coração não escuta o que a cabeça sabe, acho que você entende bem esse sentimento. — Seus dedos longos deslizaram pela borda da taça com uma tranquilidade que me deixou nervosa.

A porta do banheiro se abriu e eu levei um susto, pude ouvir a risada de Bryan antes de Gabriel voltar para a sala com um sorriso radiante.

— Espero que não tenham falado muito mal de mim! — ele brincou, ocupando seu lugar na mesa novamente.

— Nunca. — Bryan riu, uma risada suave e despreocupada, enquanto tomava mais um gole de vinho.

                     ...

Gabriel parecia  bem a  vontade, talvez fosse a presença de seu tio ou o fato dele estar na terceira taça de vinho, enquanto seu tio parecia ainda estar na primeira, mas isso o fazia ficar mais carinhoso, eu gostei, ele segurava minha mão sob a mesa e sorria para mim, até sussurrou algumas vezes o quanto estava linda durante o jantar, mas toda vez que isso acontecia, eu sentia os olhos de Bryan sobre nós.

— Mais um pouco de vinho? — Bryan perguntou, levantando a garrafa que parecia nunca esvaziar.

— Claro! — Gabriel estendeu a taça com a empolgação de sempre. — Esse vinho é incrível, tio, na verdade, o jantar estava muito bom.

— Fico feliz com isso, mas espero que não tenha comido muito, ainda tem a sobremesa, Aurora, quer me ajudar? — Bryan perguntou de repente, levantando-se da mesa.

Hesitei por um segundo, eu não queria ficar sozinha de novo com ele.

— Vai lá. — Gabriel soltou minha mão.

Levantei me sentindo pressionada, peguei meu prato e o dele, e segui Bryan até a cozinha.

— Pode deixar aí na pia — ele disse enquanto abria a geladeira.

Coloquei os pratos no lugar indicado e fiquei ali, sem saber exatamente o que fazer, ele estava de costas para mim  e o silêncio na cozinha parecia pesado demais.

— Gabriel parece muito feliz com você — ele disse de repente, sem se virar.

— Ah, eu também tô bem feliz com ele.

Bryan fechou a geladeira, se virando para mim com  uma linda torta de limão sobre a mão.

— Ele também sempre fala bastante sobre você.

— Ah, é?

— Ele é um bom contador de histórias, não é? — Bryan disse, com um tom divertido. — Às vezes, conta até o que não deveria. — Com cuidado colocou a sobremesa na ilha da cozinha. — Não precisa se preocupar, eu diria que é típico da idade, ele falar sobre o que fizeram ou o que não fizeram, ainda.

Meu rosto começou a esquentar, meu estômago revirou.

O que ele queria dizer com isso?

Gabriel não falaria que nós nunca transamos, não é?

Não!

Gabriel não falaria isso.

Bem, ele falou sobre a gravidez, mas era diferente.

Eu já não sabia mais o que pensar.

— Gabriel disse isso para você? — A minha voz mal saiu.

Meu corpo estava congelado no lugar.

— Na verdade, não, mas agora eu sei.— Bryan sorriu de lado, como se apreciasse meu desconforto. —  Não que já não estivesse estampado na cara dele. — Abriu a gaveta e pegou a faca, fazendo um corte preciso na crosta dourada da torta. — Não precisa sentir vergonha e bem isso me deixou curioso. —  Caminhou até o armário para pegar os pratos, o som das porcelanas ecoando levemente na cozinha silenciosa, antes de voltar para servir três fatias frescas e cremosas.

— Sobre o quê?

— Se é por isso que bem... Você sabe...

Ele realmente disso isso?

— O quê?

— Bom, pelo que entendi, você tem um gosto específico, homens mais velhos, mais experientes, é um padrão difícil de superar, não acha? — Ele inclinou-se, colocando uma das mãos na bancada ao meu lado.

Meu rosto ficou quente, minhas mãos tremiam ao lado do corpo, ele estava perto o suficiente para eu sentir o seu perfume novamente.

— Gabriel é ótimo — respondi rapidamente, quase defensiva, mas odiei como minha voz soou pouco convincente.

— É claro que é — ele retrucou, inclinando-se um pouco, como se compartilhasse um segredo.— Gabriel pode ser muitas coisas, mas será que ele pode dar o que você quer? — Sussurrou.

Meu coração estava disparado, ele deixou óbvio demais agora, ele não estava apenas insinuando,  eu queria dizer algo, qualquer coisa, mas as palavras simplesmente não vinham.

—  Gabriel está esperando pela sobremesa. — Foi a única coisa que conseguiu sair de meus lábios.

— Claro. — Bryan se afastou um pouco, pegou dois dos pratos e  finalmente me deixando livre.

Ele não parecia se importar com o quanto eu estava desconcertada, ele parecia satisfeito como se fosse exatamente assim que  queria que estivesse.

Respirei fundo, tentando controlar o tremor nas minhas mãos enquanto pegava o terceiro prato e segui atrás dele, tentando esconder o rubor em meu rosto, mas por dentro, meu coração ainda martelava.

Eu só queria ir embora dali e esquecer tudo o que aconteceu, mas assim que deixei o prato em cima da mesa, vi Gabriel meio sonolento, quase cochilando no sofá.

Merda!

— Não sabia que você era tão fraco para vinho, Gabriel. — Bryan riu baixo, o tom brincalhão, deixando os pratos em cima da mesa.

Depois do que aconteceu na cozinha, tinha uma leve impressão de que ele realmente sabia e fez isso de propósito.

Qual era o sentido de tudo isso afinal?

O que Bryan queria comigo?

— Gabriel? — O chamei, ele balançou a cabeça lentamente com um sorriso preguiçoso. — Você está bem?

— Oi, bebê. — Disse esfregando os olhos como se estivesse prestes a cochilar ali mesmo. — Só estou relaxando.

É oficialmente ele estava bêbado, ele nunca me chamou assim.

— Talvez esteja relaxado demais para dirigir. — Bryan arqueou uma sobrancelha, fingindo preocupação. — Acho que me empolguei ao insistir para você provar aquele vinho, não?

Respirei fundo, ele havia sido insistente com Gabriel, com aqueles elogios exagerados ao vinho, como se quisesse garantir que ele aceitasse.

— Aurora, não se preocupe. Gabriel pode ficar aqui essa noite. — Ele olhou para mim, seus olhos brilhando. — Eu mesmo levo você para casa.

Meu coração disparou, eu não gostava da ideia de ficar sozinha com ele de novo, especialmente depois de tudo o que aconteceu essa noite.

O que mais poderia acontecer?

— Não precisa — comecei a dizer, tentando soar convincente. — Eu posso pegar um Uber, está tudo bem.

— Aurora — Bryan disse meu nome gentilmente. — Está muito tarde para entrar no carro com um estranho, eu insisto.

Um estranho seria melhor do que estar dentro de um carro com ele.

— Realmente não precisa. — Olhei para Gabriel, esperando que ele me ajudasse.

— Vai com ele, bebê. —  Disse ele, quase fechando os olhos. — Você vai estar mais segura se for com meu tio. — Ele sorriu.

Eu acho não!

— Tudo bem.

Sem saída, respirei fundo e assenti, pegando minha bolsa enquanto Bryan se levantava para pegar as chaves do carro.

No carro, a atmosfera estava estranha, eu mantinha as  minhas mãos repousando sobre meu colo, apertando a alça da bolsa como força.

— Se divertiu hoje? — Ele perguntou sem tirar os olhos da estrada.

— Sim.

— Eu também me diverti muito. — Sorriu de lado. — Gabriel gosta realmente de você, sabia?

— Eu também gosto dele.

— Espero que sim. — Ele manteve os olhos na estrada por alguns segundos, antes de lançar um olhar rápido para mim. —  Porque a última coisa que quero é ver o Gabriel machucado.

Ele estava me testando o tempo todo?

Eu estava cansada de ficar confusa.

— Eu não tenho a intenção de machucá-lo.

— É o que vamos ver — Bryan riu baixinho, fazendo meu estômago se revirar. — Vou estar de olho em você, raposinha.

Senti meu corpo se enrijecer ao ouvir o apelido, lembrando exatamente do meu último apelido, mas precisamente quem me deu.

— Raposinha? Por quê?

O olhar de Bryan se fixou em mim e seu sorriso excitante e dominador fez meu coração acelerar, causando uma onda de calor inesperada entre as minhas pernas.

— Seu cabelo e seu jeitinho.— Bryan estendeu a mão para brincar com uma mecha solta que caía sobre o meu ombro, seus dedos tocaram meus fios ruivos me fazendo perder o ar até  ele voltar a segurar o volante. — Me lembra uma pequena raposa assustada, acho que vou te chamar assim a partir de agora.

Antes que eu pudesse se quer pensar em reagir Bryan estacionou o carro em frente ao meu prédio, ele desligou o motor, suspirei aliviada, virei-me para ele pronta para agradecer e sair rápido dali, mas no mesmo instante ele se inclinou repentinamente, como se fosse beijar meus lábios, eu paralisei enquanto ele se aproximava devagar deixando seus lábios tocarem o canto da minha boca, sua barba roçando contra minha pele, um calor crescente se espalhando por todo o meu corpo me deixando atordoada e sem saber o que fazer mais uma vez.

— Boa noite, raposinha.

Eu apenas assenti, incapaz de formular qualquer palavra e saí do carro correndo em passos apressados.

Eu não sabia o que havia acabado de acontecer,  Bryan mexeu com minha mente a noite toda e estava

com medo do que aquilo poderia significar, fechei os olhos e respirei fundo tentando acalmar os pensamentos que corriam desordenadamente na minha mente.

Eu precisava entender o que estava acontecendo antes que fosse tarde demais.

Obrigado por ler até aqui 💗 O feedback através de um comentário é muito apreciado!

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